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Welcome Home, My Love

By: mejau71



The following is an epic saga of discovery and fruition between a man and a woman. The storyline and characters are entirely fictional. I encourage feedback as long as it is positive and encouraging.

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I read an interesting article last week in a national mental health magazine covering a recent case of a married couple in Florida. What caught my eye wasn't the fact that they were married, or living in the south, but how these two knew one another. Diving into the lengthy article, the details began to surface as to the length of their affair, and their seemingly odd ages. The woman was 42, and her mate was a strapping 20 year old man. Huffing to myself that this lady had the right idea, I continued reading the enjoyable article. I too had recently started back at dating; and at 39, I felt I was emotionally ready for a permanent and lasting relationship with Mr. Right. But of course, finding him was the insurmountable task at hand. I didn't like the singles scene at all, hated the 'get to know you' stage, and despised the introductory services that charged an unlawful amount to meet the 'one'. I had spent the last 15 years building my career as a Lawyer and raising my only child, Greg. I wasn't about to risk it all just for some idiot to come along and ruin. Yet my empty bed was becoming more and more a dreaded haven every night. 

I didn't think I was that bad of a catch for any man. I had belonged to a local gym for almost two years now trying to rid myself of all that 'junk in the trunk', yet still had my naturally voluptuous frame. I only recently decided that I was personally content with being a larger sized woman. My 38-28-42 measurements held several curves for the right man to worship and admire. Frankly, I loved being a healthy sized lady. Since Greg and I live within 10 minutes of the beach, I could frequently tan to keep my golden hued skin as brown as possible. It also helped my naturally blonde hair looking as youthful as possible. With 40 approaching, I truly felt good about my looks. I honestly feel that no man really wants to bed a skeleton; for God's sake, we were meant to be curvy for all eyes to admire!! 

Continuing on with the article, I became absorbed into how these two got along. They seemed the perfect couple... they knew each other in and out. Knew when the other needed an embrace, or could finish the other's sentence with just a glance. It was presented as the perfect relationship filled with the passion and zest I too was seeking in this vile world. But when I came to the part where these two met, I about vomited up my lunch. This romantic and fruitful romance involved a mother and her son. I honestly didn't know what to think. Setting aside the magazine in disgust, I went back to work since my lunch hour was just about up.

Luckily, I had no clients to meet with the rest of the afternoon. All I had left was some leftover paperwork on a case we just won, so my mind was pretty free to wonder the rest of the day. And yet, there I sat with continuous thoughts about this couple in Florida. Random thoughts would leap into my mind... "How could a Mother marry her own son?" Frustrated, I finally picked up the magazine and picked up where I left off. My curiosity was getting the best of me, and I had to find out more. 

The article delved into their day to day relationship in every detail. When it came to their love life, I quickly called my secretary Patty to hold all calls for the rest of the day. Just thinking that I could have been disbarred for reading a romantic incest story in my office sent chills throughout my tense body. I hardly could believe it myself; here I was, a politically correct, professional woman getting turned on by how a Mother and son could make love together. But being the mild natured magazine it was, it left a lot for me to imagine and envision in my own mind. I had never considered something like this, let alone act on my taboo imaginations before, but before long I was locked away in my personal bathroom trying to compose myself. To say I was aroused was a terrible understatement... I wasn't only aroused, I was craving sex and bad. 

It had been over 15 years since anyone had made love to me. There was a brief period where I explored my homosexual curiosities and dated a handful of lovely women, but nothing lasted long enough to build on. Masturbation and my friendly vibrator were my only means to feeling somewhat satisfied at this point in life. I was a free spirited woman, and could be quite the daring slut if I had set my mind to it... and tonight was going to be a night of quenching my budding curiosities.

I switched over the phones to voice mail at a quarter till 5pm, telling Patty I was leaving for the day. Flustered with myself, I made my way to my convertible to get away. I wasn't going nuts by any means, I just felt it was time to let my hair down and have some fun. I didn't know where I was going, but it certainly felt good not to know where my destination lie. I felt alive.

Stopping beside a news stand on Santa Monica, I got out and picked up a copy of the local 'beatnik' magazine, the ones where all those sex ads pollute the last few pages of it's floppy assembly. Even as I performed this mindless act, various thoughts and images of a passionate coupling between myself and a hunky man kept me breathless. I wanted to explore these desires the article triggered in me. A part of me wanted to break out in laughter at even considering a wild and taboo sex act with my own child. I tried to stop myself and maintain some sense of composure, but it was useless. All the thoughts and visions kept my mind going right back to square one... Gregory, my young and handsome son of just 20 years.

He was a strapping, dashing young man for his age. In his junior year of college at UCLA, he had come back home for the summer so he could train for the upcoming football season. He proudly stood at 6'3", weighing in at an awesome 230lbs. Since 17, Gregory made fitness his ultimate mantra by daily workouts and running. It was an amazing spectacle watching his once childish frame bulk up to a massive shrine of muscle and power. It made me proud to see him maintain excellent grades and make the starting line up every season. There was already talk on the campus that the NFL was keeping an eye on my tan, dark haired son. He seemed to be the perfect catch for any young damsel at UCLA, yet Gregory sparsely dated here and there, claiming that girls were only a distraction. He was just amazing to me. His proud, protruding chest that boiled with muscle... pecks that held a curvy, yet rigid texture... arms that could easily sweep a woman off her feet. And as taboo as it was, these images kept coming back into my mind's eye again and again. 

I got back in the car, and told myself that if I just acted out these ideas, then perhaps these dreaded thoughts would go away. Rushing through the circular, I raced to the back section where all the local clubs were located. I knew that if I could find a person of passion and strength, then he could quench my taboo thirsts. I then decided that a gay bar might be a good place to start... If I wanted passion, then these types were for me. But how I was going to bed one would prove to be a challenge. I located what looked like a nice place (at least the ad looked somewhat classy), and quickly got on my way. My heart was almost out of my chest by this time thinking about what would happen and how. I hadn't done anything quite this spontaneous since college... and I was loving every moment of it.

My cell phone rang, breaking my concentration for the time being. Seeing it was my home phone number, I knew it was Gregory. 

"Hey Mom, I called the office and Patty said you took off." said my ever courteous son.

"Yea, I had to get out of that damn office for a while." I replied, trying to keep my mind at bay while envisioning what he was wearing at the exact moment.

"Well I was wondering what you wanted for dinner." He added, always looking out for me as he had done since adolescence. 

"I'm not gonna be home for a while tonight, Greggie." I said. "I've got some business to wrap up before I go to court tomorrow, so it could be a late night for me. Why don't you head out and get something, K?"

"Oh shit, Mom-- I was really hoping we could have that sit down dinner we've been talking about." he said.

My heart almost stopped right there. I wanted nothing more than to tell him I wanted him right then and there, but I hesitated. I knew I was acting irrational by this point, and hot steamy intercourse was all I could think about.

"Oh sweetie, I know. Let's make it for tomorrow night. I swear it, baby, okay?" I cooed back in a flirtatious, soothing voice. If anyone had bothered to translate that, it would have said 'I want us to make burning, passionate love all night tomorrow night.' 

I could tell the tone of my voice got to him.

"Greg?" I replied. "You still there, honey?"

"Yea." He said in a somewhat nervous tone.

I knew he sensed something. We were far to close to try and outsmart the other. After all, it had been just he and I since he was five years old. 

"I thought I lost ya, baby." I continued.

"No, no. I just... just got some stuff on my mind." He replied. "Well, hey-- have fun tonight and I'll see you tomorrow morning, okay?"

A smile eased across my face as I lowered my voice...

"Okay, sweetheart... I love you." I soothingly said.

A brief, yet eternal silence followed... Our souls seemed to connect in some invisible way.

"Love you too, Mom. See ya." he said rather abruptly, ending the call. 

I knew there was a silent understanding that was just placed between us. A Mother knows these things about their children. 

The Pursuit

Sauntering into the dark, yet lively club, my eyes were filled with several various men. I knew that the majority were homosexual, yet that didn't stop my untamed undertaking. Sitting down at a remote table, I eased myself into the stool so I could see who was all around me at any given moment. The stares from the female clientele soon started, and they were met with equal, if not shameless glances right back. If I were not to land a man tonight, then I would have gladly settled for a female... It just didn't matter at this point. 

The piercing sunlight from outside burst in as my gaze tried to focus on the customer walking in. Standing proudly was a vigorous, gorgeous young man dressed in a tight t-shirt and jeans that looked like he was poured directly into them. Wow... he was certainly getting all the attention as he strolled in by himself, making his way to the bar. I could tell this boy was rather nervous, yet there was a calmness about him that was definitely alluring. He was smooth... sleek. Freshly washed hair that shimmered with hair gel, a nice even tan that accentuated his lean, chiseled jaw line. And the broadest, well-built chest any man or woman would just love having under their palms. He was simply a knockout, and I know everyone in that bar wanted to have sex with him at that very moment. 

After two Long Islands, I began to loosen up a bit. A few other patrons and I started up a lively conversation as we watched various couples dance beside us in the cramped, yet relaxed setting. An attractive young lady by the name of Veronica introduced herself as she sat next to me, all the while keeping my eye on that hunky slab of meat at the bar a few feet away. Veronica was obviously gay; possessing a slight hint of butch, but she was so incredibly warm and outgoing. Then, almost as if I didn’t see it before-- I really saw Veronica. She too was a healthy, curvaceously gorgeous woman. Her sallow hued skin held just the right tone, complimenting her cute curved face. That with her short, stylish burr, she was definitely the type of person that doesn’t stand out in a crowd. But upon a closer look, she was indeed a veiled accolade. Seeing her curvy form tucked inside those formfitting jeans brought a sigh from me. Wow… this lady had all the right curves. We then locked eyes at last, falling almost right there; madly in love. The deepest emerald pearls I had ever witnessed. She perceived my visual acceptance, and blessed me with a lovely, blissful smile. God, even her perfect white teeth exuded a pure sexual craving. An It was nice to know that after so many years, I was appealing to someone. She soon held my hand as we shared one of several lengthy, meaningful gazes that evening. Those full, pouty lips begging for just the right kiss as I almost immediately crushed against them with my own famished lips. Having been with several women before, this was an enticing form of affection I craved. Any woman who denies herself this graceful deed of fervor is sorely flawed... The caring touch of female flesh simultaneously meshed together is a dialect that only two women can comprehend. My impatient hands swathed behind Veronica's head to ensure our ambitious kiss wouldn't end... The celestial scent of her perfume then satiated my heaving nostrils, only to further my reckless acts of wanton lust for this female. Oh my God… so intoxicating. Like a nourishing ritual, each sacred movement and act of desire was meticulously measured as I swallowed her succulent saliva. The meshy wetness of her syrupy tongue was briskly received in my mouth as our arms enclosed together in absolute precision. I could hear Veronica's subdued moans in the midst of the music and conversations... God she was so into this kiss... I could tell that she mandated every act with unconditional fervor and commitment.

Her unhurried, courageous kisses wriggled from my mouth, longingly savoring my cheek and jaw. Welcoming her shapely form into my unfilled arms, I finally sensed her complete form in my eager arms. Practically on intuition, my hands strayed to her lower back, feeling the plunging basin of her curvy spine. I gasped, realizing that this woman packed one hell of a body beneath her outsized, ambiguous clothes. My mind’s eye visualized what her seething flesh may have looked like unsheathed as I heard delicious slurps of her mouth with each long, drawn out motion of her plump lips. Just hearing her crude whimpers melted me with blistering desire. With my eyes sealed shut, I tightened my embrace of this woman of shape and boldness… Her boiling breath thawed the nape of my neck; quivering in shear bliss... It was then my eyes fluttered open to see my hunk across the bar staring right at me. I acknowledged his gaze with a thin smile as he quickly looked away in embarrassment. I wanted to chuckle at his youthful shyness, yet was too busy with my busty vixen's mouth sealed against my neck... I could see his dark Italian features clearly now... I sighed, knowing for sure that I wanted him to share my bed on this fateful evening. I had to have him.

Veronica's loving thrived as I leaned back somewhat to ensure that our union wasn’t getting out of hand just yet. Catching her soft hand in mine, our eyes met with an expression of pure, unadulterated lust for one another. Her short burr was certainly a diversion compared to her scrumptious, womanly figure... But that was fine. She was still incredibly sexy, and she saw this in my eyes as my left hand slithered around the back of her neck, dragging my nails through the short bristles of her burr with accurate reverence. 

"Ssssh." I whispered to Veronica as she rolled her eyes back in her head, delirious with desire. 

"I want you." she replied under her breath as she tried again to mesh our lips together.

Her lips fell upon my flushed face as I tried to keep a safe distance. My goal was not to bed a woman tonight, but if Veronica kept playing this hand right, she too would end up as my lover for who knows how long. 

"Sweetness, I want you too, but I have a favor to ask." I whispered with her mouth pressed against my trembling ear.

"What, sexy?" she replied as her wet tongue slid into my ear. 

"See that stud over there?" I replied.

"No." she answered with yet another lap of her tongue across my soaked ear lobe. I could sense in her tone that any mention of a man wasn’t welcome.

"Look, babe. Him over there." I said, with slightly more force this time.

Catching her breath, Veronica glanced her way to the studly looking Italian. 

"Oh, David?" She said with a hint of recognition.

"David?" I bolted back with intensity.

"Yea, that's David. He's been coming in here for a couple of weeks now." 

Not only was the possibility more at hand, but now I had to convince Veronica to arrange us to meet. My mind couldn't keep up with each surging beat of my already frazzled heart. I moved to stand up beside my lovely Sapphic partner.

"Let me guess. You want him?" Veronica said with a cocked brow.

I shook my head yes as she then let a sly grin be seen.

"He's been trying to meet a guy, but he's not sure if he's that way or not." she continued.

"So he likes us ladies, eh?" 

"You could say that." she replied.

I took a deep breath, and focused all of my thoughts into this one moment of unquestionable craving and lust. Taking Veronica’s aching hand in mine, I lifted her hand to my mouth-- kissing the back of it with gentle affection; our eyes spoke what our voices couldn't. I knew at that exact moment that I would be sharing a bed with this amazing woman tonight, no matter where it might be. Her voluptuous figure and that porcelain face melted me... and if I had to have both male and female with me this evening, so be it. 

Instructed to wait out in my car, Veronica promised to arrange the delivery of David to wherever we were going to spend the night. Flustered, yet excited, I went out to my Camero as I quickly arranged us a suite at my favorite hotel in Beverly Hills. After reserving the room, another idea quickly came into play. I would go to the suite and prepare the setting, that way when Veronica and David arrived, all we would have to do is begin the mating ceremonies. If all fell together as planned, I was going to experience my very first threesome. Needless to say, my senses were entirely out of control. I went to the doorman at the club, and gave him the hotel and suite number for when Veronica and David left… 

The Mating Ritual

Arriving at the suite, I immediately began to set the scene for our long evening together. Ordering a dozen candles from the front desk, I wanted to establish that this room wasn’t just your typical low-priced get together. I wanted this to be an unforgettable night of love making and mutual affection in every sense. Hanging up my suit nearby, I slipped into the hotel’s feathery robe provided and awaited my guests arrival. I strode to the bathroom where I decided to give myself one last inspection before the mating began. Sliding the robe down past my shoulders, I gazed at the sight of my full nude body in the mirror as the material clumped around my ankles. My palms inched down my side, tracing the hourglass figure I luckily had. When my palms began caressing the wide flair of my motherly hips, an idea raced into mind as I knew exactly how this night was going to take place… This evening was to be a daring night of role-playing, myself and my two guests were to be victims to my every taboo whims. 

Turning around to inspect my backside, my eyes inspected the fullness of my ass with painstaking detail. Would David find these healthy, large chestnut hued cheeks to his liking? Or would he turn away in disappointment? I have always been fond of a man or woman’s backside for some reason… Even when I was a teenager, my curious mind always craved this taboo behavior. In fact, Gregory’s father was the first man I ever experienced anal sex with. And it wasn’t just me who experienced the penetration of their forbidden haven of ultimate pleasure either.


Welcome Home, My Love Ch. 02



It was after the first night that Gregory and I made love. Daybreak arrived as I awoke to find my precious son nestled behind me, arms swaddling my golden flesh as if protecting some treasured gem. Laying my head down in tender solace, I sighed in thorough satisfaction. The day's prior milestone had breached a prolonged duration of craving and aspiration. The man whom I had given birth to... the child I had raised to admire and adore a woman, was now bestowing upon me the abilities I had instilled in him. It was then I realized that in all those years of patient guidance and instruction, it was really my own yearnings for a man coming through. I felt a glowing smile upon me as I cuddled between my son's muscular arms. I was content... I was whole. 

Gregory's sullen breath warmed my neck as I felt him stir. Still on my side, I could feel my child's radiating warmth saturate my skin... God it felt so good to be loved again. To be wanted, and loved. And I wanted him to know my appreciation for it. My arm reached around to cradle his rising face as our eyes met... his drowsy eyes could not hide the wonderment and reality of our passionate union of the night before. 

"Tell me this isn't a dream." Gregory lovingly whispered. 

Our eyes still basked in each other's sight. 

I slowly shook my head no, caressing Gregory's supple jaw. We both held our breath, unsure as to what would happen next. 

"I love you." Gregory replied, assuring me with a snug embrace around my waist. 

Elated, I let go of my breath, smiling as he brought his lips to mine for the first kiss of the day. I had a feeling this would be the first of many loving kisses Gregory and I would share. 

Between the slow strokes of our balmy lips and tongues, I managed to voice my love for him as well. Encouraged, Gregory gave a confident moan as his hands began massaging my fruitful abdomen. His long, enchanting gestures spoke volumes of truth... he was truly the perfect man. Loving, affectionate, and slow in his affection towards me. 

His fingers began to unravel my lengthy tawny tresses, gazing at the sight as if he was stroking a sacred Queen. I could see the wonder in his eyes. The genuine mystery of a love so formidable, that not even the most traditional of men could refuse. His palms came to both sides of my feeble cheeks, bringing my lips up to his for another drawn out, significant kiss. I had never experienced such grace before this moment. It was far more distinctive than any of my past lovers... each motion of our bodies held a silent meaning beyond any other coupling before. I felt as if we were the only faithful man and woman on the face of this Earth; completely surrendered to one another's hopes and desires. Incomplete harmony with the other... together as one. 

His lips traced mine as our breath was unhurried. His tongue eased out to taste the contours of mouth, then to my teeth... every alcove was delicious for him. I could tell the years of his fascination with me were finally being liberated. Low, soft slurps of our kissing echoed throughout my bedroom as my arms slowly raised, wrapping themselves around Gregory's Herculean back. I purred as yet another kiss ensued, feeling his weighty cock press against my thigh... yet there was no hurry for action just yet. If last night was for the fast and hungry, this morning was for the faint and romantic at heart. 

His face burrowed in the gape of my neck, hot breath scalding my flesh as I could hear him whisper "Mother... my dear Mother." Hearing that shook me to my very core. It held a uniquely erotic tone to it as my mind kept envisioning all the possible scenarios of our future together; if any. Thoughts of that article I originally read about the Mother and Son who fell in love swarmed into my mind. An image of us lying together in our elder years came to mind as I felt his mouth suckle my neck vigorously. I buckled, amazed by the fact that even the skin on my neck was delicious for my son. My hands stroked his handsome head of buzzed hair, softly encouraging him along as his tongue ravaged every inch of flesh inside his famished mouth. Both of my son's hands cascaded down to grasp my buxom thighs. Gregory gently shifted his brawny flesh atop me as his incestuous indulgence persisted. 

I drew out my neck for him, slowly twisting beneath him in erotic bliss. I gazed upward, yet was unaware of my surroundings as his lips made a popping sound; releasing my flesh from his mouth. I then felt the smoothness of his sweltering tongue glaze my entire neck in long, loving strokes. I exhaled in amazement, feeling all the years of my son's wanton hunger being forced upon my body. His mouth now vivaciously chewed upon my bronzed shoulder. I shifted to see his feast for myself as his boiling saliva oozed down my skin... I smothered my mouth to his ear, licking every crevice with utmost thirst. 

"So beautiful." I hissed. 

Gregory bore his teeth in... I whimpered. 

"You're home, aren't you my love? You're home." I uttered, more with a tone of assurance than of doubt. 

His fingertips clutched my beige thighs in vast anticipation, motioning his throbbing cock across my leg, towards the place of his origin. Gregory quickly rose above me, kissing me as his mouth inhaled my tongue inside... I balked slightly, holding his back. 

"I want to taste you, Mother." He whispered with determined eagerness. 

All I could do was nod yes as I was silent and still... temporarily paralyzed by what he wanted to do to me. "Was my son really going to do this? How can this be?" I asked myself as I watched Gregory's mouth take it's long journey down my chest and stomach... I watched with my mouth agape, and eyes wide open... so enamored that my own flesh and blood wanted to bask in the very haven of his birth. I propped my body up on my elbows to see this. My heavy left breast was first... I let out my first clear groan of passion, loud enough for Veronica to hear. My nipple, lovingly suckled as the flatness of his tongue splayed across my areola again and again... My head fell back in wonder as my mouth inhaled every breath I could get. My hair swayed as Gregory assaulted my right breast... I could feel his fingertips encircle the weightiness of it as hope and fervor filled my mind. 

"Oh my God." I cried out as my child desperately sucked, perhaps in an age-old desire to be fed once more. 

That, plus the salacious fact that my own child had returned to feed from my breast as a lover this time made it even more compelling. His lips then skimmed the center of my quivering stomach as I lifted my head back to watch him. I could see the glistening saliva of where his tongue had been as he left his steaming path behind every inch of my flesh. Gregory's moans intensified as each of his fingertips fondled my thighs and abdomen. I did all I could do to part my syrupy legs for him... but he stopped as his breath began to warm my groin. He looked up at me as our eyes filled ourselves with each other's image. He then brought his left hand up to feel my still trembling stomach... He stared at my skin as each fingertip felt my skin. What was going through his mind? Was he captivated by the thought that he sprang forth from my womb? I loudly exhaled as his visual feast persisted... 

"You came from there." I managed to whisper between my impatient breaths. 

Gregory's gaze met mine once more... we shared a long, meaningful stare of lasting importance. A bond between Mother and son that was now maturing into something far more beautiful than any of us ever expected. 

"I always knew you were special." I faintly replied. 

Gregory's head shuddered in awe, as if to say; "How could I ever be so lucky to have you as my woman?" My eyes fluttered to a close as I let out a lurid gasp of wonder, my head slumped back once more as I felt the proximity of his mouth draw closer to my receptive vagina. It was then my son gently sealed his mouth to my orifice, forming a tight seal around my humid folds... my entire body acted as one muscle-- jolting all at once in a fleeting moment of remarkable disbelief.. My son was feasting in the very womb that gave him life. The mere thought of that act seized my swirling heartfelt emotions. Something only a mother and her child can comprehend. 

His tongue elegantly revolved about at first, unhurriedly. My elbows came out from under me as my head sank into the pillow. My eyes sealed shut, visions of splendid ecstasy raced through my mind's eye as I felt his warmth continue it's indulgence. I could feel my child's grateful moans vibrate throughout my groin as my hands clutched my skewed mass of sweat-drenched hair. My flesh surrendered to the assault, now glistening with a thin coat of perspiration... my mouth, dried from my laborious gulps for air. The first violent shock of orgasm ripped my senses as Gregory encircled my clit with his lips. I could tell my son was not afraid of tasting a woman's most adored section. Some young men are sickened by the mere thought of it... not Gregory. Not my gentle son. 

I've had my pussy ravaged before, most recently by Veronica. And yet as special as that was, this ravenous ritual held an entirely different perspective to it. It held a deeper understanding... and as my body succumbed to my son's skillful tongue thrashing, I began heaving and shouting his name aloud. Both my hands furiously seized the sides of his head in fleeting orgasm. Gregory had found his Mother's clit, and his determination was to make me see heights never before grasped until now. My own son was doing this to me... The boy I had reared to be kind to women... and he was making his Mother cumm. He wasn't going to leave me suspended until I was utterly satisfied. 

My sweat coated legs thrashed about, digging my heels into my son's back. Waves of violent swells of power and awe crippled me in it's loving wake. Gregory held fast and true... ever so demanding to nurture my orgasm to it's fullest form. His moans grew as he shoved his face as deep as it could go into my pussy. This young man loved eating pussy... he thrived on it. I felt his tongue begin to fuck me, in and out... then back to my anxious clit. I cried out, Gregory gripped me... I gasped, he thrust... I was cumming... and hard. 

His powerful arms lay across my stomach as my body lifted off the bed time and again... he then cupped my buttocks to hold me as his mouth soon suckled my asshole. I growled in surprise and delight as my ass was glazed by my son's curious tongue. A series of further quakes enthralled me as Gregory came back to my vagina-- reassuring me of my helpless orgasm. Our hands vehemently grasped one another's as my eyes bulged from my head... holding my breath, I looked up to see thousands of stars and streaks of orgasm cross my sight. I gasped my child's name again and again in feeble anticipation... This was the titillating crest of a promising future together... Mother and son... together as it was meant to be. 

The rest of the day, Gregory and I made tender love in several different positions. It was a day of discovery and enlightenment for us both. We found out what the other preferred and desired... opening up the years of silent denial we both had always felt, putting to words the irresistible aspiration to be with the other. Gregory chanted his lifelong feelings to me as he sank into me time after time... 

"I always looked for you in every woman I dated." he whispered as his kisses trickled with heartfelt love. 

"I knew you'd come back to me." I replied with an equally solid kiss, accepting his solid foray into my womb. 

"I wish... I wish we could've been together sooner." he gasped as he rose above me, still crushing against me with his loving thrusts. 

My legs enveloped my son's midriff, looking into his beautiful dark eyes. Beads of sweat dropped upon my chest and neck as our coupling grew ever more meaningful. To know that I was making my son sweat was mind boggling. To accept that it was me he yearned for, and me that he was fucking. His very own Mother... the woman who now chanted him on with each and every merciless plunge of his rigid cock. "I made him hard. I did this to him" I kept telling myself over and over again. It was astounding. 

It was evening now, and Gregory and I lie awake in my ravaged bed, holding one another. We talked to one another like lovers do... lovingly petting each other in long, tender strokes. I found out so many things about my son that I had never known. He admitted his deeply held fantasy of watching Veronica and I make love together. How he envisioned Veronica and I pouring body oil across our buxom flesh... wrapped together in a torrid sixty-nine, and thinking of it every time he masturbated... I smiled, knowing that I was secretly fueling his most private moments. 

I spoke of my own interest in his body building... and how beautiful he had become. Gregory blushed as I told him how much of a true man he had become, and that any woman would be proud to claim him as theirs. He suddenly got serious, and looked me in the eye... 

"Its you who I want, Mother. You and you alone. No other woman will ever come close to what you are to me." he said with passion and an intensity I had never seen before. 

These words, of course, melted me right there. What woman in her right mind could ever rebuke such a heartfelt expression of unconditional love? I choked back my tears, and embraced Gregory with vigor. I let go, and openly wept in my son's arms. It was then I heard my bedroom door open. 

Standing there was Victoria, dressed in an off white, low back satin slip. It was the sexiest garment I had ever seen her wear. It elegantly cuddled every delicious curve of her succulent body. Gregory and I both looked to her, and beheld the beautiful sight. She persuasively swayed to the foot of my king size bed, crawling atop it to display her voluptuous, burnished cleavage. Both Gregory and I were captivated. 

"I've watched everything you two have done all day." she murmured softly. 

With that, Veronica eased closer with an open mouth, and brought her lips to mine. Somewhat taken aback, I cradled her jaw with my fingertips as I savored her loving femininity. 

"Oh my God that is so beautiful." replied Gregory as I did my best to swallow Veronica's tongue whole. 

Veronica had her back arched, rounding out curved ass so that Gregory could see. I couldn't see what he was doing, so all I could do was bring Veronica into my arms. She came to rest atop me as her fully clad breasts smothered against my own. It was a gentle kiss however, not aggressive or untamed. She leaned back to gaze into my eyes as a thin smile came across that beautiful face of hers. 

"Tell me you're happy." she cooed. 

"I am." I replied with a quick kiss. 

"Then I think we should give your son the show he deserves." she said, licking my lips in an enticing, upward motion. 

Gregory sighed in admiration, sitting up as his palms began to caress Veronica's shapely ass. She purred in pleasure as I hungrily brought my lips to hers. Our nostrils flared, breathing together as our kiss ripened. 

"God your ass is so beautiful, Veronica." Gregory whispered. 

"What do you like about it?" She said, breaking off my kiss. 

"Its just... so gorgeous." He said. 

"What else? Tell me in detail. I want to hear you say it." Veronica said, looking back at me with a sly grin. 

"Its so... full. Rounded out so... perfectly. So ripe." he said, caressing her thinly veiled globes of her ass with the back of his fingers. 

Veronica crept back, and took my hand with hers. 

"Follow me." she ordered as we gladly did what she said. 

Veronica shut the glass door behind Gregory as we made our way out to the pool. We both were still unclothed, but our privacy fence protected us from anyone's annoying eye. Taking us by the hand, Veronica silently led us to the Jacuzzi, where dozens of candles were lit, and a steaming pan of water held several chalices of various body oils. It was the perfect scene to an already perfect seduction. 

Veronica guided my feeble son to a chair, and instructed him to sit. Gladly doing so, she handed him a tube of KY jelly and said; "Just in case." 

He smiled, and took her hand. "Are you going to make love to my Mother?" he questioned breathlessly. 

"Yes I am." she replied. "And I want you to watch me ravage your beautiful Mother." 

Gregory moaned in hope as his cock was already at full attention. Both Veronica and I took in the mighty sight of my son's perfectly chiseled body. 

Veronica entwined our hands together, and brought them to our chests as we tasted one another's lips all over again. I murmured my delight as our bodies swayed together, a secret, voiceless language that only two women can interpret together. We stood at the foot of the Jacuzzi, taking in the sweet aroma of each other's saucy flesh and the body oils... knowing we were being watched by my anxious, and encouraged son. My mouth soon burrowed itself against Veronica's full-flavored neck, lathering her flesh over and over again as her arms adoringly enveloped me. Both of us were lost in our own sphere of existence... perfectly submerged in the lair of flawless grace that only a woman can identify with. 

Our arms held one another as our mouths mercilessly clung to the other. Feeling her skin to mine once more completed this already ideal day. The sun dipped below into the horizon as it's evening rays glowed upon our flesh. I heard slow, prolonged motions from Gregory as I looked to see him stroking his breathtaking girth and length; being nourished with his glossy hand. Gregory and I shared a unsaid, evocative stare before Veronica robbed my attention yet again for another stifling kiss. 

Our bodies moved as one toward the Jacuzzi. She had placed a massage table beside it as she motioned for me to lay atop it on my stomach. Glancing back at my son, she reached for the oil chalice and brought it over my lower back. I flinched as I felt the enthralling warmth pour over my skin. Held up on my elbows, I knew my child had a extraordinary view of my curvesome ass and abundant thighs; now glistening in the evening's sunshine from the balmy oil. Veronica's grateful hands leisurely caressed my backside as I was drifting back to the now familiar realm of complete ecstasy. 

"Isn't your mother's ass so beautiful, Greg?" hissed Veronica as her palm plunged between the my uplifted crevasse. 

"I can't wait until my face is tucked between those tan cheeks." whispered a eager Veronica. 

Gregory answered with a slurred cry of hope, quickly stroking his cock in several quick jolts. He slowed, knowing he wanted this to last just as I did. Before long, Veronica's indulgent fingers molded the rose scented oil into my shoulders and upper back, all the while blessing me with her sensual undertones of delight and need. To my surprise, she stopped to shed herself of the lovely white slip. I breathlessly turned to watch as the delicate material effortlessly slipped downward across her maternal breasts and gracious abdomen. I groaned in hunger, for seeing my woman becoming nude, especially for me, was an celebration of love in it's finest manifestation. Just knowing that Veronica's flesh was for me and my child caused a plethora of awe-inspiring ecstasy throughout my spine, tingling throughout my already exhilarant body... 

Freed from the restraints of clothing, the two of us were left to pursue our treasured voyage... our adoring union of homosexual tenderness. I sat up, and took her chalice to pour a steady stream of warm oil down her heaving chest. She turned so her back could receive the same... with the chalice emptied, she turned to me and squashed her mouth to mine in a powerful lunge. I met her onslaught with equal intensity, assaulting her throat with my insistent tongue. Our teeth collided, yet our hunger remained. The sensation of her skin with the oil sent drove my senses to that now familiar domain of abounding rapture... it felt fantastic, feeling her womanly physique in such an salacious manner. Being brave, I clutched her thick hips with rigid purpose... I then heard Gregory let out a drawn out moan... we both looked to see his gorgeous, glossy cock shower out a delicious flood of fertile, thriving sperm. 




Welcome Home, My Love Ch. 02



"Look at that seed. That belongs in your belly." replied Veronica as my son's body jerked over and over again. 

I let out a greedy whimper hearing Veronica say that... my child's seed... the seed that could give us life once more. The possibilities enslaved my senses as I cried out against my beautiful woman's shoulder, watching my Gregory cope with his hard-hitting orgasm. My mind saw a divine vision of Gregory and myself nurturing our small child. Life created together in flawless adoration and harmony. But Before I could see more of our coupling, Veronica lifted me with a supplementary kiss, moving us both to the Jacuzzi. As we both stood on the step, lips enmeshed, she gripped my slippery waist, lifting me in to the sweltering water below. I couldn't believe the raw eroticism of this beauty. The sight of Veronica's hour glass figure, full healthy breasts... thighs that begged for a long tongue... all of her flesh now shining from the oil-- glowing in the low, romantic candlelight. The fragrance of Gregory's potent sperm now filled our nostrils... With the sun now fading, the setting became darker... it was the perfect cue from nature itself. Setting the stage for perhaps more of an intimate pairing of two lustful women. 

What followed was a mixture of steam, sex, and wonderful rapture. There is something to be said about making love in a Jacuzzi... and Veronica and I certainly proved it. The way water feels upon a woman's body during the intensity of love making is one of the most precious sensations I have ever known. As if we were twisted into unrelenting animals, bent on mating with the other as much as possible. Veronica and I finally made it to the adjacent deck to give Gregory his utmost fantasy... seeing me locked in a evocative sixty-nine with Veronica. We gave him both sides, with me atop her, and vice-versa. The oil still clung to our flesh, making our skin glow even more with beads of water dribbling across out skin... Gregory crawled over to watch our sultry union up close... and it wasn't long after that my son's seed was spilled yet again. And as Veronica's loving tongue brought my body to the threshold of orgasm, I clutched her glorious thighs and nestled my face deep within the balmy, delicious crevice of her upturned ass. Gregory wailed out in bliss as he adored what he saw... my fingernails dug deep into her ass flesh, seizing her cheeks in a effort to make sure her hindquarters didn't abandon me. With my orgasm gripping my flesh, I did all I could to swab her tender asshole with my thankful tongue. She knew I loved doing this to her, and she in turn loved it just as much; if not more. Her tense muscles soon calmed, allowing my tongue to stab her ambrosial opening... to swirl inside the most forbidden fruit. Soon, my beloved Veronica was stricken with an impending climax. It was all I could do to keep my tongue burrowed inside that delicious asshole, while maintaining my (now) violent orgasm. 

My head fell back as my arms went around her waist, clenching her in magnificent hope that she would bring me to the other side. I gasped aloud, crying out vague, but crude slurs as her mouth ingested my womanhood. All I could see were those two smoothed, shimmering globes just above my face... quivering in such an sensual manner. I moaned at the sight of those tan globes-- shuddering at the marvelous sight. My eyes rolled back in my head as I soon felt a familiar scent beside me... my dear son. 

"She's going to make you cumm, Mother, isn't she?" He whispered into my ear. 

I could only grunt in agreement as my struggle for air superseded all other senses. 

"Just let it go. Let it go, Mother. Feel her love for you." He chanted softly. 

His words were invigorating. He somehow captured my very sentiment as Veronica's lips chewed my engorged clit. I brought my hands up to rest them upon her ravaged cheeks. I didn't want to slap them as to not disturb their perfect form... 

"Oh yea. Feel those cheeks in your hands, Mother. You love that ass, don't you?" Gregory asked. 

I mumbled a gutteral slur of "Oh God, yea". 

"I want you to think about your tongue deep in her ass as you cumm... cumm Mother... cumm for the both of us." he sang to me in orgasmic bliss. 

I locked up and gave in... a blinding flash of white took hold of me as I screamed my love for Veronica aloud... damn the consequences if our neighbors heard it. I didn't care. I was in love with these two people... and I wanted the world to know it. I wanted the world to know that this fleshly, full-bosomed brunette was making me cumm. I wanted all the world to see my thirsty tongue lodged deep within a succulent ass, and that I was totally in love with my very own son. I was becoming a wanton sexual beast... and I loved it. 

The three of us somehow managed to make it back upstairs to my bed sometime after 2am. Veronica continued with her captivating body language, enticing us both with a gently arched back, or a raised eye brow of allure. She was the perfect vixen for us... not afraid of anything, and willing to try anything we wanted to undertake. 

It was during this time that Veronica suggested that Gregory make his own diary of our remarkable love affair. As expected, my son did so, and shared his thoughts with me in the following words. 

From the Diary of Gregory...  

I can't believe that I am writing this. So much has happened in the last few days, that it's hard to believe. As I write this, my beautiful mother is in her bedroom, asleep with Veronica. We just finished making love about an hour ago when I came down to get a drink. Wow. This is all so incredible to me. The girl I have always dreamt of, the woman I always looked for in my past relationships, is now mine. Mother and Veronica asked me to keep a diary of our affair, and I thought it would be a good idea. 

So many thoughts are banging around in my head right now. Like a flood of lifelong dreams and ambitions are finally realized. I admitted to Mom that it was her that I had always wanted to be with. I can remember way back to when I was nine years old, when I had a dream that I was Mom's husband. Yea, it was a silly childhood thing, but I really think (especially now) that there was a lot of truth to that. I felt it when Mom first sucked my cock a few nights ago. It hit me when she and I looked into each other's eyes... like we both knew the truth that was hidden for too long. Veronica really opened out eyes to it. She made us see the obvious, and for that, I will always love her for that. God, I hope all three of us end up together for the rest of our lives. 

Veronica asked me last night if I remembered the first time I felt feelings for Mom. It took a while, but I remember at my Junior Prom when I took Kelly out that night. I was really nervous bringing her home to meet Mom, and for some reason, Mom was too. It was as if we were both hurting, knowing that I was becoming a man... I hated it. I can still see Mom crying that night when Kelly and I left, watching us as we drove off. But in looking back now, I can clearly see the similarities between my Mother and all the girls I have dated. I've always liked women who were curvy and busty. No, not fat either. I hate this shit of "plump" and "BBW" stuff because in my mind, this is the way nature intended women to be. But as with Kelly, she too was a healthy sized woman with deep, fuckable cleavage. An ass to die for... but maybe that comes from my own desire for an ass, which came from Mom all along. (I'll get into that later.) But after Kelly, I dated Natalie, who was a beautiful blond girl who I really fell for. She was probably the one girl who most looked a lot like my gorgeous Mom. I guess you could say she was my first love. But now, I can say that it was just a crush. I mean, after all, I think Mom is the true love of my life. My soul mate. I do clearly remember one night when Natalie and I were doing it, that I first made the connection. As I was thrusting into Natalie (we were in the doggy style, my absolute favorite position), a quick vision of my mother's ass filled my mind. Natalie had a luscious, round, tan ass just like Mom. But when I imagined it was Mom whom I was fucking, I came so damn quick. I mean, it was the strongest orgasm I've ever felt. I know Natalie felt the difference because she later said it was the most intense sex she'd ever had. After I left Natalie's that night, I came home and jerked off, still thinking about my Mom's ass. It drove me nuts, and I felt guilty the next day when I saw Mom. 

That summer, Mom and I spent a lot of time outside at our pool. She bought this awesome bikini that left little to the imagination. I think she knew I was looking at her too because she and I had a lot of those uncomfortable little stares. I was really getting tight with my weight lifting, and tons of times, Mom would say things like how handsome I was or something like that. I started to jerk off more too. And it was always thinking about Mom and I making love, never just fucking. I started to rent a lot of porn, always looking for tan blonde women in them. And the internet came in handy too. I even went as far as to go into an incest chat room once, fantasizing with someone who role played as my Mother. God, it was so fucking hot too. It was in that chat room that my chat-partner started talking about me making her pregnant. Wow... I was shocked. She begged me over and over again to "give her my seed", or to give her a child. Honestly, the thought had never crossed my mind, but when it did, I was immediately hooked. The thought of making Mom pregnant with our child became my all time fantasy. It was all I could think about... and I know that's weird for a guy to be turned on by that, but it's the truth. It released a monster in me, a powered-up, sexed crazed maniac who was hell-bent on knocking my own Mom up. 

I tested this fantasy out on a girl I was dating at the time, Rebekah. She was pretty adventurous too, so I asked her if we could pretend we were Mother and son, and to make her pregnant. She was really receptive to my idea of that, and she luckily agreed. It was fucking awesome. She didn't say much, but the idea of seeing her stomach bulging with my child made me go for hours that night. To look at Mom and see her belly with child; knowing I was the man who did that to her was so damn hot. I still get hard when I think about it. 

So now flash forward to three years later, and now my Mother and I have been making love like wild beasts for about four days now. I cannot begin to write how wonderful I feel about this too. Yea, some of my buddies would give me a lot of hell about it, but I don't give a shit. I know that the world will look down on us as a couple, but fuck it. I don't care. If the world would even understand a glimpse of what my love is for my Mother, then maybe they would understand. I really think that all young men (sometime or another) have feelings for their Mother that they must cope with. Mine were allowed to surface, and be liberated. I want so much with my Mother... I want to marry her, to be there for her at all times... I want her to be as loved as she rightfully deserves. And tomorrow, I am moving all my stuff into her bedroom, and we will call it "our" bedroom from now on. I want to sleep with her every night... cradle her beautiful body in my arms... to protect her from harm's way. I love her so much. I always have. If they are letting gay men and women get married, then why not a Mother and son? We love each other too. Maybe I can find out where we can get really married. Yea, I'm a romantic at heart. Always have been. But I really want the whole thing... wedding dress, flowers, rings... God, I love you, Mother. 

I think tomorrow I'm gonna go out and buy Mom an engagement ring. I've got a thousand bucks saved up from working last year, so why not? I just don't care. Mom is all that matters to me now. Well, and Veronica too. God, she is really hot too. To see her and Mom fuck each other is beautiful. I love seeing Veronica's face buried in Mom's heavenly ass. 

The next day...  I did it!! I bought Mom a two caret diamond ring today at Feller's Jewelers. I knew this chick from school who worked there and got me a hell of a deal! Oh my God, I am so damn nervous. Mom has no clue I am about to propose to her. You should have seen it, this chick was asking me who the lucky girl was I was getting married to. I was so scared! If she only knew I was going to marry the woman who carried me for nine months! I had to finance the balance of the ring, but I don't care. Mom's worth it, and more. She is priceless. A woman that no other man will ever claim. I pray she will say yes, and marry me in a ceremony somewhere. 

To be continued...



Welcome Home, My Love Ch. 03



The beefy, young 20-year-old Gregory sprung up out of bed covered in a diluted glaze of perspiration. He lied in his Mother's king sized bed, thoroughly naked from their previous night's intense and vigorously loving copulation. Capturing his breath, Gregory glanced around the room to see where his Mother was. 

"It was a dream." he told himself as he jumped out of the bed, running into the hallway. 

Looking in the bathroom, he found no sign of his dear Mother. Downstairs held no more evidence as to her whereabouts. His search was becoming frantic. Had the past week all been a delusional fantasy? Had it all been for nothing? 

He bolted out the back door to the pool, and still came up empty handed. No hints... nothing. He then rushed back inside, putting on the first piece of his clothing he could find... his tank top, and work out shorts. Hustling out to his car, he jumped in and sped away towards his Mother's office in nearby Century City. The entire jaunt there was manic and despondent. He had to disprove the ticking fear that his mother was in no way his own lover now. It couldn't be... it just simply had to be a trick of the mind. 

Making his way through the majestic high-rise, Gregory bolted through her office doors to find her homely secretary there. 

"Hi, Greg! Looking for your Mom?" the secretary guilelessly, asked. 

"If she only knew." thought Gregory as he nodded yes, continuing on through the foyer to her plush office. 

There she stood, beside the window looking out over Century City. She was dressed in her exquisite suit, grasping all the beautiful curvature Gregory had previously worshiped the night before. She turned to meet her child, glowing with a radiant smile of poise and kindness. The vivid sunlight from the window behind her gave his 39-year-old mother, Annette, a brilliancy her son had never seen before. An inner peace... and seeing her son bestowed her with unmistakable need she hadn't felt in years. Her arms graciously opened, accepting her son's thirst for her affection. Her romantic smile blossomed into a truly unremitting kiss between the lovers... all doubt vanished at this point as Gregory's brave hands crept around his Mother's salacious backside, clutching her fleshy ass with demanding awe. God, she looked so beautiful... so desirable. 

"This is my mother. I'm kissing my own mother." thought Gregory as he swallowed her torrid saliva. 

Between the wet slurps of their famished kisses, Gregory tried to verbalize his fearful thoughts. 

"Oh Mother..., God I thought I lost you." he gurgled as he lovingly chewed her lower lip. 

She met his lustful gnawing with an abundant kiss, slipping her dripping tongue inside his starved mouth. Her fingers cradled his trembling face, like a slow tarantula crawling along its prey. Gradually lapping his tongue with hers... tracing his teeth with painstaking precision and decorum. Gregory's fingers delved into his mother's bronze ass flesh, signifying his undeniable willingness. Her son's entire body then shuddered in an intense jolt. The awe of their union having arrested the 21-year olds mans mind.

"You have me for as long as you wish." she purred, suckling his tongue between her sodden lips. 

Gregory halted; stepping back as his mother's flushed face was perplexed. He gently held his lover's exquisite face, making sure their eyes would not lose it's powerful union. She saw solemnity come over him... one she had grown to admire and adore as a woman. 

"I'll never let you go." he whispered. 

"You're the most precious woman in my life, Mother." he spoke with the deepest of convictions. 

She was flabbergasted to be her child's show of authentic confidence and utmost self-assurance. Tears began stinging her eyes as her forefinger lifted up to trace his masculine jaw line. The emotions were too much for the couple as Gregory soon surrendered himself to the sentimental moment. 

"God, Mother. You're all I ever hoped to have." he managed to speak through the tears he shed. 

The two teary-eyed lovers held one another for what seemed like an eternity. Basking in the presence of one another comforted by the closeness of their flesh. No words could translate this compelling moment. The two truly began to realize that this was something far more sexual or of the flesh... this was a union to last a lifetime, and beyond. 

Gregory tediously reached for the buttons on his Mother's fashionable suit jacket, unbuttoning them with a true lover's finesse. Glancing down, he beheld the two ample breasts swarming beneath her sophisticated attire. Annette knew what was inevitable... a drawn-out sigh bellowed from her heaving chest as her eyelids fluttered from the thrill of the forbidden affair. She then realized she should have her secretary hold her calls. 

"Hold on, love." Annette huffed as she leaned over to her desk. 

"Dorothy, please hold my calls." she chanted as her son's hands instinctively found their way to her waist, and motherly hips. 

"Mr. Taylor has a 10:30 with you though." Dorothy replied through the speakerphone. 

"Just..." Annette replied, overwrought with the heat and awe of her incestuous love affair with her child. 

"Just tell him I'll..." Annette tried to speak as she felt her skirt being tugged down her broad, bountiful hips. 

Gregory was a man determined to have his Mother in most lewd and primal manner known to all. His eyes filled themselves with the glorious vision of his mother's stooped over back across her desk. His actions were swift, and needy. Seeing her bronze tinted flesh along with that sexy groove that slithered down her spine drove her child wild with fervor. Gregory tucked each side of her skimpy thong under his fingers, violently ripping them off the ripe ass he just had to have. With her thong completely lost, Gregory placed his appreciative, sweaty palms on both of his mother's vacillating spheres, leaning in for the looming feast that he knew would be the most exquisite, and quite savory feast of his entire life.

Annette's elbows gave way, collapsing upon her desk as she felt Gregory's tepid fingers pull back her beige orbs. Her fists squeezed in hopelessness as her son's balmy breath melted her usually protected rosebud. She heard her son's ambitious, hungry moans as his lips burrowed themselves deep between the moist cleavage of her hindquarters. Annette's full, pouty lips involuntarily shaped an "O" as the secretary's bothersome voice bellowed out in the office. 

"Ms. Reynolds? Ms. Reynolds?" 

All Annette could do was try to capture her breath. She heard the voice, yet was seized by her son's scalding assault on her oversensitive anal basin. She could barely hold herself up, and luckily, her son's manly strength held her collapsed flesh upon her feet. That hot, wet tongue now slithered across and over her salty orifice. Gregory was beyond himself. Bitter taste permeated his mouth, but the effect on his mother's body was all he could ever ask for. Annette could not understand her own reaction. Her wide ass was trembling like in high fever, and his tongue sensed her tremendous anguish by way of that spicy asshole. His sweet Mother was his for the taking... under his own spell. The fact that he overpowered her emotions with his tongue in her asshole, and not in her pussy, only intensified his craving. He was in charge of this exquisite creature, and she totally succumbed to his devoted authority. 

Tense as she was, Gregory could not penetrate her deeply, so his tongue began a slow in-and-out motion, and suddenly ... her tissues relaxed as his tongue slipped completely in. His fingertips skimmed along the length of those lovable full-size orbs to hold her pelvis firmly, not letting her move. His face was buried so powerfully between those galvanizing buttocks that he found it hard to breath, but relentlessly, he continued tongue-fucking that feminine but somewhat crude asshole like his life depended on it. His mother was on fire. Her whole body entwined against his face. But he had to fight back and hold her pelvis in place, and right away he knew what she needed. But for himself, that intense sensation, the salty aroma, the light bitter taste, the palpitation of those teeming buttocks against his face, those violently contractions of her inner tissues against his tongue, and her excruciating groans drove him simply insane. 

"God, you're so deep... so deep." cooed Annette as her pulse shot upward. 

He ultimately had his mother's precious derriere... that full, delicious cluster of flesh that he ceaselessly gazed at as a child. He had succeeding in attaining the treasured accolade... her ass, her body... her heart. Now he must fulfill his own destiny. He had to consummate this life-long bond... 

Raising his sodden face, he towered back, bringing his frame down upon his lover's back, smothering his torrid flesh atop hers. His mouth burrowed itself amidst the mouth-watering nape of his mother's neck, licking... tasting... familiar moans of ecstasy swelled from both mother and child. He craved for her encompassing warmth... that all-consuming sensation of sexual intercourse with one's true soul mate. Annette reached back, clutching his neck to hold him steady. 

"I love you, Mother." he chanted as his throbbing cock made it's demanding presence known. 

"Oh God, I love you too baby." she replied, twisting her neck in a vigorous compulsion to kiss her son. 

A thin, knowing smile graced Annette's face as she envisioned her powerful, mighty son atop her. Thinking of the sweet visual contract between his brawny flesh against her sumptuous, motherly body. A hasty vision of the pairing sent ripples of awe throughout her ravaged body. All musings of incest and sin now cast away, an ambrosial vision of a child sprang from their lovemaking, filled her head. Her son's warm seed planting itself within her still fruitful womb... Annette's head fell to her arm, crippled by the hopeful, erotic thought of a child born from their potent conduct of beautiful, and by no means, beautiful act of lovemaking. In the furthest corners of Annette's sequestered heart, she had secretly craved having another child for quite some time. But she knew her body was getting closer to the point of no return... perhaps the timing of Gregory and Annette's self-realizing prophecy was coming true? 

She felt the hot, forceful tip of Gregory's stinging cock press against her pussy. Gregory huffed in awe, seeing his raging slab tucked between those heaving cheeks. Her back seductively arched... thick, round thighs swelling to full perfection ... the sight drove Gregory mad. 

"No, honey... no." she lovingly pleaded. "Put your cock in my ass." 

Gregory shivered in incredible wonder. "Oh God, yes." he replied, leaning back to view her luscious form once more before sliding his cock inside the once forbidden slit. 

Her face now rested upon the mahogany desktop with a trail of saliva pooling on one of her clients' papers. Her eyes clenched shut as she imagined what her son looked like behind that thick, upturned ass. This pure, untamed act these two were conspiring together in thrilled her to no relief. All of those boring and dull meetings once held in this very room, were now home to a lawless and savage sexual experience that would make the most timid person take notice. That powerful frame of muscle and youth bent on one thing... fucking her ass. The concept thrilled the 39 year-old woman beyond all reasonable thought. 

"He's gonna fuck my round ass." Annette quietly whispered to herself. 

She fancied talking to herself like this, especially during sex. Not only for mental and sexual stimulation, but for verbal encouragement as well. Words held a powerful connotation for Annette. 

"He's gonna have my ass." she continued, her face lying flat atop her desk. "Please be deep... oh God, please." 

Gregory glanced downward at his mother's curvaceous, outstretched ass. He shuddered, easing his agonizing girth closer to the delicious asshole those only moments before, cradled and milked his tongue. He simply couldn't believe his luck... somehow, he recalled all the years of stares and hidden glances at his Mother's flesh. He remembered seeing her unclothed ass for the first time in 8th grade when he inadvertently saw her in the shower. That thought raised his heart rate twice fold... a vision of her glistening derriere in her thong bikini at the pool... when he would stare out his window for hours on end, memorizing his Mother's buxom flesh steeping in the scalding California sun. 

Soothingly, Gregory eased ahead as he watched his bulbous cock head squash against his mother's asshole. Her pink, wrinkled flesh rippled around his cock as he watched his manhood gradually be ingested by his dear, sweet Mother. The head progressively sandwiched itself inside as the mere contact made Gregory cry out in marvel. Annette held her breath, loosening her muscles as she welcomed her son's intrusion commence. Gregory watched as the spherical tip of his cock disappeared in that precious ass. His thick, purple veins adorning his cock were soon nowhere to be found. 

He slowly leaned his head back, overwhelmed with the new, firm feeling of anal intercourse. Gregory's eyes were shut as his entire life flew by his mind's eye... all those images of Mother and that body he had grown to love. As each beloved inch of his penis gradually disappeared, his fingernails dug deeper into her skin. Like his Mother, he too made an "O" with his mouth as her warmth continued ingesting his life-giving mallet. 

Annette summoned her will, looking back at her languishing son. With his neck and shoulders flung back, she finally saw what she had been envisioning. That tight waist of her son's... sinking between the mounting globes of her ass. His ripped six-pack abdomen, and all the muscles in his body contracting for one thing... anal intercourse with the very woman who gave him life years before. He finally brought his eyes to hers... his eyes, flushed with desire and eroticism. His face, cherry red with unimaginable blood pressure, rushing through his flesh. His gaze began wobbling between her eyes, and her curvy, upturned ass. 

"You have my ass, my love." Annette puffed between gasps. 

All Gregory could do was whimper like a helpless child. He glared back at his Mother with a look that held the deepest of commitments. And with one last gentle thrust, Gregory slipped his entire length well inside the bowels of his angelic mother. Annette clutched his hand with hers... assuring him of his loving efforts. His entire length... completely disappeared inside her flesh. 

"This is so right." she chanted as he felt the deepest warmth his mother had to offer. 

The look on his face said, "How can I really have this?" Or perhaps, "Is this really happening? Am I really mating with the woman I have dreamt of for so many years?" 

"I knew you were the one." his mother again spoke with guttural lust. 

"Oh, Mother." replied Gregory in a boyish tone as he withdrew, and disappeared back inside once more. 

Annette loved hearing her son like this. Trounced by desire and sensual seriousness, that even his familiar masculine voice fell victim to this incestuous act. 

"You're the one.," she said again as her son cried out in unaided astonishment. 

He swiftly lunged back, and plunged in as deep as he possibly could. The strength of his plunge sent off waves of pleasure, sweeping across his mother's beige ass. 

"You're the man I want to spend the rest of my life with." Annette spoke with encouraging love. 

Her son's pace secured reinvigorated vigor with every word she breathlessly recited. He clutched her narrow waist, the area right where it luxuriously swells out to form her ass... this gave the young man extra momentum for the most extreme plunges, thus encouraging both lovers even more. Annette threw all of her weight back at him, moaning his name, as well as her love for him, with each spine tingling breath. Their bodies smacked together now in fiery conformity as passion and love gave way to raw, unadulterated anal sex. 

"Don't you pull out, Greg." Demanded his mother in a raw, emphatic tone. 

"Oooohh." He managed to reply. "I won't." 

Annette flung her neck back, sweeping her sweaty back with her lengthy blonde tresses. She looked so unbelievable to her son... a libidinous, seductive woman who was on her knees... strewn out across her desk with that unblemished ass raised as high as it could possibly go... chanting her own child on with untamed, incestuous necessity. 

Her son began to experience the now familiar tingle start to boil in his testicles. Once more, his darling Mother was able to beckon his semen from the deepest recesses of his being. It was becoming a natural act for the two newly christened lovers... and not to be taken lightly either. Each moment they shared advanced their relationship into a completely new realm of incestuous lovemaking. This fond act of anal sex liberated the untamed animal in both mother and son. He saw another side to the woman of his fantasy... a carnal urgency that only he could muster with the woman who birthed him. 

Annette sensed her son's journey reach it's crest as his pace reached a unique juncture. His brawny, powerful arms and shoulders now shined with a thin layer of sweat. She had never felt a man plant his seed in her ass before, and she was honestly yearning for his first wave of sperm to saturate her bowels. Perhaps one more word would make her child spew forth the rich semen that would eventually impregnate her womb. 

"Think about my ass, love." She cried out. "You like how round it is, don't you?" 

That did it... 

Gregory bellowed out a drawn-out cry of paralyzing amazement. His sturdy grip on each of her cheeks compressed... every muscle in her child's body merged together to deluge his semen as far inside his mother as he could. 

His body jerked, as if he was struck by lightening. His eyes bulged as he gasped an unintelligible word ... then she felt the first discharge of his seething bouillon saturate her ass. She continued slamming her ass back against him, and he didn't dare let go. More sperm exploded from him, soaking the deepest alcoves of her life-giving body. It was exquisite paradise to feel the man she so hopelessly loved, fill her ass with his fertile sperm. It was because of her that her child was cumming... it was because of her ass flesh that he was now descending over the edge of heavenly orgasm. 

"I did this to him. I made my son cumm." She thought to herself as wave after wave of semen coated the inner walls of her bowels. 

Nothing was ever going to come between these two lovers... nothing.

An Hour Later... 



There on the plush leather couch of Annette's law office, lay a man and a woman... bound by love and need. Soft, gentle whispers of unconditional love were shared. Long, meaningful stares were met with tears of rhapsody and ecstasy. The man whom she had raised was now giving her the love and attention she so desperately sought in life. Bound by natural urges, and instinctive obligation. It was the perfect example of the most cherished union between a man and woman. 

Gregory gently brushed the hair that lay across his mother's brow. Their arms wrapped around the other as they lay flesh to flesh... Annette lay beneath her beau with her legs swaddling Gregory's waist. His heaving chest felt the sweet goodness of her motherly breasts... so full and ripe. Perfect for his grateful mouth. And deep within her intestines was her child's swimming semen... she felt content, loved... needed. 

"You're the perfect man." She cooed as their lips lazily brushed across each other's lips. 

Gregory sighed in disbelief, strengthening his embrace. 




Welcome Home, My Love Ch. 03



"I still can't believe we're together." He replied with another damp kiss. 

Annette curled beneath his arms, basking in the warmth of their love. A soft smile came across her face as she opened her eyes. 

"I want this to last forever, Mother." Gregory spoke with clear conviction. 

"I don't want another woman... ever." He said. 

"You'll never be alone." Annette replied, feeling the overpowering emotions for her lover swell. 

Gregory shut his eyes, amazed to her say that. He brought his forehead to hers, leaning on her to share this silent moment of awareness and love. 

His mother lifted her mouth to his, vying for a lengthy kiss. Their mouths merged yet again, still possessing the deep appreciation of the other's actions. No hurried behavior; just leisurely, delicious motions of their lips and tongues. He found his mother's free hand, taking it into his sturdy grip... their fingers entwining together in flawless coincidence.

Gregory broke from their dripping kiss to verbalize the truth tucked deep within his heart.

"The other night." He said. "When we were making love..." 

She glowed with a smile, nodding in harmony. 

"I wanted to make you pregnant." He uttered with conviction, staring directly into her sapphire eyes.

"I know its weird, and all of this is new for us, but..." he said as his voice trailed off. 

She knew her son's thoughts unexpectedly became distant.

"What, sweetheart? Tell me?" She replied, tightening her hand around his.

"I just... think of doing that to you. Its like every part of me can't even think about anything else. Like that's all I was born to do... come back to you and give you a baby." He confessed, lowering his head to his lover's shapely bosom.  

"Oh, my love." Cooed Annette, caressing his skewed, sweat soaked hair gingerly between her free hand. 

She sighed. And not out of confusion and doubt, but of satisfaction. Gregory sensed her pleasure, placing a moist kiss upon his mother's golden breast.

"I've wanted a baby for so long, Gregory." She admitted. "And I can't even think of anyone else being the father but you."

"Is all this to fast, Mom?" He quickly replied. "I mean, we just started dating... I mean, well, we just..." he stammered, causing her to giggle.

"That's so sweet, honey." She cooed, gliding her silky smooth legs along his muscular torso. 

They both shared a knowing smile of joy and humor. They briskly kissed one another as Gregory curled his arms beneath his mother, lifting her to his mouth for another kiss. Each nerve tissue in his body quivered with happiness, feeling his mother's glowing body against his. 

"Oh, Mom. God I love you." He moaned dragging his lower lip along the salty nape of her neck.

Annette's eyes fluttered, basking in the goodness of their tender moment as she drew in a long breath. This was all she could ever have hoped for. A beautiful young man that is bent on just being with her... no mind games, no past emotional baggage to deal with... just forthrightness. Love in its most genuine, purest form.

"I'd love to date you." Confessed his mother as she cradled him.

He quickly leaned up, as if surprised. The two gazed into their eyes, not sure what to say or do.

"I'd ask you to marry me eventually." He replied in confidence.

Annette saw that young confident sparkle in his eye. That was just one of the thousands of things she adored about her handsome man. 

"And I'd say yes." She said with equal conviction.

Gregory motioned his head no, in downright wonderment of what his mother just said. How this beautiful woman could ever agree to be his, let alone marry him was beyond anything he could ever imagined.

"The good thing is we already know each other. We know what makes each other happy." She whispered in a sincere tone.

"That's why we're perfect for each other." He answered.

She nodded yes as tears filled her eyes. The emotional confession touched Gregory. He leaned in to assure his future bride... 

"You'd really marry me? I mean... for real?" he asked.

She lifted her forefinger to his lips, staring at his lusty face and mouth. The two held their breath as she lifted her gaze to his.

"I would." She emotionally professed with the softest hint of surrender. 

Their loving gaze continued... all they could do was accept this bold, forbidden confession and fully accept the moment. It was as if their lives were meant for this... intended to come together in the most stirring, provocative way known to any man or woman. 

Gregory inched closer to his lover, softly murmuring "My future wife." before placing a supple kiss upon her thirsty lips. Both motioned together with similar demand, tracing the seal that would eventually claim their lives as one. Gregory brought his hand to her blushing face, caressing her supple cheek as he drew her tongue deep inside his mouth. As if silently cued, their eyes opened, catching the other in a gaze of unadulterated esteem. 

"I'm gonna marry you." He confessed with seriousness. 

The tone is his voice was never more hypnotic. Annette quickly gasped, just thinking about giving herself to her own son as his bride. His lips cautiously grazed across her burning cheek, down to her defenseless ear. Parting his lips, he exhaled his hot breath into her outer ear. A strong wave of ecstasy captured her as he then whispered... 

"Mother of my child." 

Annette bellowed out, instantaneously crippled by his passionate declaration.

Still swaddled between her legs, Gregory hungrily lathered his mother's ear with his tongue. Annette's arms and legs writhed about, endeavoring to bring her flesh closer to her son's. Images of their wedding swam throughout her mind. The mere idea of becoming a suitable bride to her son thrilled the enraptured woman. Her first wedding was a tragedy to forget... married in the house of some stranger; nothing that she had ever dreamed of. This could be far different than anything she had experienced. It was as if her son reached within her heart, and brought out the young, hopeful woman who vanished years earlier. He brought life back into her soul... light where there was darkness.

"Oh, Gregory, make me pregnant." She declared in a resounding tone. "God, I want your baby so fucking bad."





Welcome Home, My Love Ch. 03



Annette delighted in feeling her son's life giving cock lodged all the way down her throat. She too was amazed by the lack of her involuntary gag reflexes... but that deficiency inspired her to go even further... she could tell she was going to make her boy cumm soon. The thought of him cumming drive her wild with excitement. Every time that her son experience an orgasm, she watched him as best she could. She loved seeing the look on his face, loved knowing the fact that it was her doing this to him, and no other. She swaddled her arms around her son's ass, cupping his sculpted ass in her palms, kneading them as if to nurse the semen from his flesh. His misty eyed opened to see their refection in the nearby mirror.

"Oh God, Mom, you're making me cumm!" He shouted at the top of his lungs.

Annette quickly slipped her mouth from his organ as a warm string of pre-cumm merged with her saliva kept her mouth joined to the tip of his swollen cock. Gregory glanced down in trauma to see his mother's swollen face looking up. 

"Keep that cumm for my belly." She ordered, standing up as she removed her camisole, letting the straps fall from her shoulders. 

Her slip gathered around her feet... Now, mother and son stood completely nude together in unison. Gregory was in a state of narcosis, surprised that she didn't finish her tender task. Yet he knew something far more meaningful was meant to take place. Taking his hand in hers, she guided him to her bed, lying him on his back, as their loving gaze endured. His beautiful mother climbed atop the bed, straddling his hips as the two vigorously kissed each other. His hands instinctively fell to her wide ass, clutching those succulent cheeks as her tongue jammed itself down his throat. Annette's savage side emerged as the two came together in what has come so naturally to men and women throughout history... the act of mating. Uniting together in the primal necessity to produce life... tonight, both would succeed. Both would strive for a mutual goal. Nothing anyone could do would stop this from happening.

Annette mounted her son with lissome finesse. Feeling her son's cock wedge itself against the outer lips of her pussy, she let out a long moan of utter surrender. Her hair splayed out across his chest and face, and Gregory loved every minute of it. He still held to those glossy cheeks, digging his fingernails in an involuntary attempt to ensure that she remain. She arched her back, bringing her swaying breasts to his face as she positioned herself for initial penetration. With a throaty cry, Annette lowered her flesh atop his... slowly and deliciously she proceeded, feeling every throbbing inch of his penis tunnel deep inside her fertile womb. Annette gulped as she heard her son whimper in anxiety. 

"I'm inside you, Mom." Whispered Gregory from between her breasts.

He felt the soft, velvety burrow of his mother's pussy encircle his shaft. He reassured his actions by telling himself that he was born from here... how could it be so wrong to come back and be the man he was destined to become? Every nerve ending in his cock felt the thousands of tiny moist fingers dribble across his cock as it made it's way back home to his mother's warm loving womb. 

"I'm home." Yelped Gregory as his mother kissed him deeply. 

With that, she let go of her weight, falling atop her child, "stabbing" herself to the very core. She screamed her son's name twice as he hoisted his entire body to hers... her face dropped to his, letting his scalding breath douse her face. He tried to kiss her, but the powerful coupling drove the 39-year-old mad with blinding lust. She flung her head back, thrashing her hair out across her back as she lifted herself up again, only to come crashing down upon her lover once more. Again, she did the same... and again, her son met her with equal force and intensity. Countless strokes followed, and soon, the two found their inborn, intuitive rhythm. 

Annette brought her legs up so her ass could bounce more freely on top of her lover's groin. Gregory met her with gusto, eagerly running his hands all over those bronzed thighs and ass. She unearthed a powerful cadence to her ritual, sending her son into the glorious depths of incestuous exhilaration. 

"Fuck your mother, you hot stud!" Annette chanted in his ear. 

Gregory replied with a heave, slamming her ass down as unsparingly as he could. Both lovers united together in the ultimate struggle for life... 

"You better make me pregnant, you fucking stud." She vocalized over and over. "I didn't raise you to marry or knock up anyone else." 

The thought of it sent him into frenzy. Now he commanded her flesh to bounce as fast as it could go, slapping her dark skin with his sweaty groin. His bursting cock, slick with the juicy nectar of his fond origins. Echoes of their mating ritual vibrated throughout the room as Gregory focused on planting his seed as deep as he could within his precious mother. The very place where he sprang forth was about to receive his homecoming offer. 

"You want to be a Daddy, don't you, Greg?" She begged in his ear. 

"Oh, Mom... ooooooooh, God yes." He replied with breathless wonder.

"This means we're together for life." She continued.

He whimpered his agreement aloud, finding renewed vigor in his thrusts. She ceased, letting him control the action as he gladly did all he could to ensure his seed took root. His flesh became furiously fixed on one thing... she had never felt a man so bent on fucking her like this. But then again, this was a relationship that was completely unique and powerfully loving. This was true love... how could it not be?

He threw his mother off, hurling her upon her back as he instantaneously fell atop her with his cock once again inside her. His Herculean hands clutched her thighs, bringing her legs up beside his chest. His furious behavior induced the most primal instincts inside her to come alive. Now he pounded her mercilessly. His cock sank in as deep as he could go and then crammed his groin against her even more to lodge his cock inward to the fertile garden that awaited his spawning seed. Annette held onto her lover's back, bringing her mouth to his beefy shoulder. Like a wild beast, she sank her teeth into his flesh, biting him as each lunge shook her to the core. Sweat poured from his face to hers as their bed slammed against the wall. He briskly grabbed both her hands, stretching her arms out as he held her hands. Now they could see the other in all their uncivilized magnificence. Perspiration soaked her hair as it lay across her brow... 

"I'm... gonna... marry you." He chanted with each loving thrust.

"Oh yes, Greg. I'm gonna be your wife." She replied, bolstering his resolve. 

His head swung low just thinking about that. He still couldn't believe his luck.

"I'm the love of your life... mother of your child." She chanted; pressing her heels against his ass, assuring that his tempo would not fray. 

She knew her boy was close. She felt his body amplify every sense... his cock began pulsating inside her fertile womb. His breath, now loud as his cries, assured her of his impending gift. With every ounce of his being, Gregory summoned his will to give his mother this one reward. Millions of tiny explosions raced throughout his mind as his seed began its momentous journey to his lover's womb. He steadied himself upon his hands, sweeping in and out of her pussy like a finely tuned piece of machinery. His mouth shaped like an "O" soon began to chant sweet nothings to his mother, as he knew it was close.

"Gonna cumm... gonna..." He barely pronounced as she began howling his name.

"So deep... so deep." She cried out.

Then, his flesh surrendered to the unavoidable. His body tensed up, arms and legs contracting beyond all known measure... Annette secured her legs around him as he began pouring his seed deep inside his sweet mother. Annette's eyes rolled back in her head feeling her son's seed flood her womb. She lifted herself up, madly clawing his back as orgasm shattered his ravaged flesh. She too felt an orgasm seize her body... the thought of it went beyond all reason. A vast plethora of sperm inundated Annette's most intimate prize. Strong, thick ropes of sperm shot deep within her as Gregory lifted her ass up to meet his persisting thrusts... all he could focus on was making sure his seed took root. A violent quake seized his mother's flesh as Gregory continued ingesting her with his seed. She yelled out... he buckled. Another throbbing plunge slammed her again as both mother and son held one another for dear life. 

 

 

Three days later...

The beautiful mid afternoon sun radiated through the curtains in the bedroom. Annette browsed through her bridal magazine peacefully as Gregory slumbered beside her. Hundreds of exquisite dresses and wedding topics were presented to the prospective bride, yet when the sunlight fell upon her face, Annette laid her magazine down to soak in the warmth of the new day. 

The two promised shortly that after their first night together they wouldn't risk leaving the bedroom until Annette was safely with child. Fortunately for her, she was ovulating, and the timing was naturally flawless in every way. The past three days were occupied with measureless amounts of lust filled sex in every imaginable position and style... Gregory came alive during these days, as his mother became his enthusiastic vassal. Nothing was forbidden, nor anything too daring for the mother and son couple. Yet with every lustful position they tried, it always came back to two of their most beloved positions... doggy style and the cowgirl... there was just something about seeing Annette on her knees with her indulgent ass towering in the air. This granted Gregory to go deeper than with any other position, and his mother certainly didn't argue the fact. But her favorite was promptly becoming the cowgirl. She craved the control she had over her son, but she loved being manhandled by him too. She thought his orgasms were more powerful with this technique, yet all that mattered was every afternoon, Annette made her trip to the bathroom to make use of her pregnancy test. 

For some reason, last night's lovemaking was indeed more commanding than anything the two had experienced to this point. Annette was in tears as she pleaded for her son to bless her with his life giving seed... the realization that she was meant for this hit her had. She just felt something more certain about their efforts... and she saw it in her son's eyes as well. His body was in tune with his skillful interpretation of parturition. Their fornication lasted for over an hour and a half, and ended with Annette on top, milking the seed from his testicles with every ounce of her being. Somehow, she knew this was it. Everything seemed flawlessly aligned for her prospective child's conception. Both lovers' gaze never once strayed as Annette bounced mercilessly atop her lover. With his hands carefully clutching her wide motherly hips, he envisioned what she would look like with her belly swollen... knowing it was because of him that she was that way. The concept rocked him to his core, and doubt and misgiving were nowhere in his mind. 

When they both came, their hands were entangled as both lovers felt every element in their world come together for this libidinous accomplishment. His boiling broth flooded her womb once more as a tear fell from her sapphire eyes. Gregory knew something was distinct about this, and clutched the sides of his mother's head to bring her face to his. The deluge endured as Annette could sense those millions of tiny sperm making their journey to her womb... all the while, just hoping for one to make contact... to unite in predestined love.

So when the afternoon sun warmed her body, it was as if nature was blessing Annette's passionate impregnation. She peacefully crawled from bed, kissing her lover on his bare arm as she made her way to the bathroom...

Moments later...

Gregory felt soft caresses fondle his face. Still lost in his repose, he heard his name being softly chanted as his eyes opened to see his mother lying beside him. He smiled, greeting her with the first of many sensuous kisses of the day. Yet she had a particular look to her eyes... something far more content and blissful. 

"Congratulations, Mr. Reynolds." spoke Annette in a hushed, loving tone. "You're going to be a father." 

Gregory held his breath, sitting up to confirm the wonderful news.

The two shared tears of joy as they embraced one another in marvelous unanimity. Laughs mixed with tears, along with several kisses soon followed. It was done. They had succeeded in the unattainable. Having come so far for so long... their destiny was everlastingly bound to one another... mother and son... Husband and wife.

To be continued...



Welcome Home, My Love



Three low knocks were heard at the door. The moment had arrived, and I was still nude. Should I answer the door like this? Hmmm…

“Hello?” I answered.

There stood David and Veronica, hand in hand before me. A slight smile came from David’s face as he gazed downward to see my fully unsheathed form before him. She too expressed her approval as we all heard her low moan of lustful hope. Bare breasted, and as nature intended… my full breasts utterly exposed for these two creatures who wanted nothing more than to mate with me. I lifted my hand across the threshold to welcome this virile species of a man inside… he could say nothing as my hand intertwined with his. From the look in his eyes, I knew that he approved of my primitive offering. 

“Ssshh… come in my handsome son.” I delicately whispered.

His brow wrinkled in bewilderment, taken by me calling him ‘son’. 

“I see that you brought your sister?” I asked as all of us sauntered in as I closed the door.

Veronica purred in agreement as David turned around to face this new taboo.

“That’s right.” I cooed. “You’re going to have this chance tonight, my love. The chance that every man has secretly craved since he could remember.” 

David’s face held the deepest fascination as I narrowed the gap of space between us. This was going to be my role play tonight. Veronica, David and I were to be a Mother with her two passionate children. Veronica and I shared a quick glance of assurance as we both centered around the helpless man before us. I could see his amazement mixed with the shock of this innovative realm… Veronica saw his apprehension, and broke the awkward silence that overwhelmed his senses.

“Think about all the times you’ve dreamt of Mother, David.” cooed Veronica as she slid her hands under his shirt. 

“I don’t know.” uttered a helpless David.

“I mean, this is… wrong.” he continued. 

David's expressions were of complete shock. It was as if he stood on the threshold of a lifelong dream, or an impending disaster. Veronica noticed his hesitancy, and glanced at me for her silent approval of what she was about to do. Standing back, I decided to show David what I was all about... sliding the white fleece robe over my shoulders, my bronzed flesh was slowly unsheathed for my two lovers to see. I acted out my intentions with painfully slow movements that held my young man's attention flawlessly. The material soon came under the hold of gravity as the robe gathered around my ankles... Bare breasted and released, my young man took in the sight of (what would be) his faithful and loving Mother for the evening. 

His gaze fell to my generous, tan breasts as Veronica glided her way around David's belt buckle. I was surprised that she was acting out a heterosexual scenario since I was under the impression she had devoted herself to the lesbian lifestyle. Yet I was wrong, and it seemed that tonight would be a night of many firsts for all of us. It took my boldness to breach a lifelong barrier... the verge of what every boy ultimately considers to be the definitive 'catch'... his very own Mother. 

I then reached up, and ran my elongated fingers through my lengthy saffron locks as David and Veronica saw my voluptuous, curvy form. I sighed, delighting in this indulgence that would prove to be vigorously erotic. As my hair gently tumbled down my agile back, Veronica had David's pants down and was swiftly working on the briefs that held his reproductive organ hostage. 

"Your sister seems to like you, David." I seductively cooed. 

Veronica moaned her agreement as her fingers tucked themselves between the waistband of his underwear and sensitive flesh. I heard him shudder with a resounding sigh as his heavy, erect cock was set free in the cool refreshing air. Both Veronica and I saw the impressive penis as I quickly tried to imagine what Gregory's looked like. David's must have been eight inches fully erect, and both Veronica and I battled with the flurry of taboo thoughts swirling through our mind. "Sister." whispered Veronica as she stooped down upon her knees to face his pulsating cock. 

"I'm your sister, David." she said once more as her fingers began to gingerly dance upon the huge thick shaft of the cock. 

Still no word from our make believe relative as I inched closer to my male lover. Wrapping my arm around David's waist, I nestled beside him as I lifted the t-shirt from his broad, sculpted chest. As the material whisked from his face, he and I shared a long meaningful stare. I kept my eyes on his as each of my hands charmingly caressed the carved muscles that graced his manly chest. Feeling the rigid and hard flesh spool beneath my sweaty palms soothed me completely. Again, an image of Gregory before me came into view. 

"Mother." he finally uttered in a nervous voice. 

"Yes." I answered in a similar tone, leaning my lips towards his ever so slowly.

"I've always... wanted this." he claimed as he eased forward to meet my looming kiss. 

My eye lids fluttered closed as I imagined what kissing Gregory would be like. To describe the heart pounding desire that seized my entire body is nothing short of spectacular. This role-play was so surreal... so powerful. It was as if all of us were indeed a family that had kept our intimate secrets hidden for so many years. Perhaps David had these thoughts himself for so long, and never had the opportunity to express them until this precious moment? 

His warm breath soothed my face as our trembling lips met in a moment of the purest ecstasy. I moaned under his kiss, relieved by the fact that I finally had this hunky young stud all to myself. This young man's kiss was somewhat different. It held the deepest passion... finesse. Most of my experiences had the man rushing to mount me, but this was unlike the rest. He was (at least for one evening) my son.

Our kiss was suddenly broken as his head thrusted back in a optimistic lunge. I looked to see his neck and arms tense up; as if he were in rigorous pain. I then noticed Veronica's mouth fully engulfed with David's large penis, now tucked safely inside her hungry mouth. His eyes froze shut as I supported him with my free arm, fastening my mouth upon his tight neck. I sank my teeth into his neck, as if to claim him in some erotic behavior... holding his breath, he lunged forward again, seizing Veronica's head in his mighty grip. I looked down to see her hands inching away from his groin, flaring out her fingertips so that her blowjob depended entirely on the movements of her lips and mouth. This was something I had never seen before... a woman sucking a man's cock with effortless ease. Her cheeks puckered again and again as more of his length slipped inside the dark, wet confines of her glorious mouth. 

"How many years have you waited for this, David?" I gently whispered into his reddened ear. 

He shouted in approval, trying to catch his breath. 

"Just wait until Mother gets that cock where she wants it. Right in the place where I gave you life." I said, this time getting a violent reaction.

His eyes bulged open, each muscle in his stern chest burning with power and grace as Veronica now had his entire length wedged down her throat. Seeing her nose pressed against David's defined abdomen sent chills throughout me... this woman knew how to suck a cock, and good... He somehow managed to look at me with an expression of the loveliest form. As if to say; "How can I be so lucky to have this?" Complete disbelief and shock... My answer was another full kiss mixed in with a flurry of moans and slurps echoing throughout the candlelit room. This time David was more aggressive-- assertive. We both could hear the resplendent sounds of cock sucking ringing in our ears as our kiss grew. That deep, dripping sound of mouth on cock... going in and out repeatedly, and quite flawlessly. The pops of suction and tongue, gliding down the bottom of hardened cock shaft. Glistening droplets of saliva sheathed the cock as his arms reached for me for support. I couldn't see how this young man was still standing, but he was. "Oh Mother. Mother..." he pleaded in a tone of pleading hope.

"My handsome son." I replied with another intense kiss. "I always knew you'd come back to me. Always."

He jolted again, seemingly affected by my truthful tongue. He liked this. A lot. And so did I.

I was surprised how long David lasted by Veronica's passionate blowjob. He ended it by lovingly motioning her away as he focused his enthusiasm on me. Hand in hand, we both sauntered back to the king size bed behind us. I was still taking in the divine sight of David's sculpted body; amazed that I could still land this perfect beast. Laying on the bed, the virile young man mounted me with scrupulous precision, easing his throbbing manhood into my awaiting pussy. I felt as if I had come alive, having been celibate for so long. It felt good to have a man's demanding cock back inside me... I felt wonderful.

What followed that evening was an unbelievable foray into a realm of the most taboo standards. Every thrust that David blessed me with reassured me that I wanted my own son more and more. Our words became more daring, more expecting. During one twisted and perspiring tryst, David boldly whispered that he wanted to make me pregnant. This triggered an unknown nerve deep within my very core. I didn't know how to react at first, having put that notion behind me long ago. Yet it stirred something inside me. A primitive hope that we women hold close to our hearts. His endless and hopeful chants of impregnation aroused my senses to the point where I was screaming out in fantastic rapture. For one moment, I somehow wanted his child in me. I wanted to be a Mother once more, and for all the energy and power this young man thrust upon me, I couldn't have asked for more. Visions of my swollen belly raced into mind as his cock seemed to sink deeper and deeper into my still fertile womb. My fingernails dug into his brawny back as I locked up... Orgasm locked it's hold on me, and I was powerless. Convulsions ripped my flesh apart as I felt David's cock demanding release. It was then I could see Gregory doing this to me; making his own Mother pregnant with our first child. My mouth agape, I screamed for this dire need... my child... my child.

The next day, all three of us swapped phone numbers and promised to keep in touch. After David left though, I asked Veronica to stay with me just a while longer. Lazily crawling back into bed, we made love together for a few more hours before adjourning to the sauna. It felt so good to relax and be in the company of a beautiful woman. She began to rub my back as the misty heat soothed our muscles. I closed my eyes as I relished the loving attention.

"You really liked that whole Mother son thing, didn't you?" she quietly asked as my head swayed.

I nodded yes as a smile emerged. But in me efforts to silence the thoughts of incest, my tryst with David and Veronica only made them stronger. 

"I did too. It really made it more powerful. Beautiful." she added.

Her movements slowed, obvious that she was fascinated by the role-play. I opened my eyes, and gracefully held her hand in mine.

"Can I tell you something without sounding too weird?" I asked, gazing off into nothing.

"Sure." she replied, kissing my soaked shoulder.

"Last night... it was real for me. I mean... with my own son. I imagined that it was him making love to me, and not David." I said, unsure of how she would take this.

"I know." she replied with a knowing sense of understanding.

I quickly turned around, now grasping her hand with enthusiastic anticipation.

"I mean, you don't think I'm sick or perverted?" I came back. "Well as long as he is old enough to make that decision, no. He's not under eighteen is he?" she said.

"Well hell no!" I answered back, somewhat offended.

"Then if it's true love, it's meant to be. No matter what." she continued.

I sighed in frustration, knowing that this fetish should have been expunged from my heart last night. But in fact, it had just grown by leaps and bounds.

"Why don't you tell him?" she suggested.

I shook my head no. This was simply not right. I gave birth to this young man who now is the target of my libidinous and morally corrupt desires.

"It's okay to admit it, Kirsten. Really. Its out there a lot more than you think. Every son secretly wants their own Mother in some way or another. Its born into them for some reason." she said.

"Instinct?" I replied, staring at the floor as my mind pondered the full impact of this revelation.

She nodded yes as she delicately kissed the back of my hand.

"You want me to help you?" she asked, casting that sly grin I had come to adore about her.

I nodded yes.

The Seduction…

I let her do all the planning. I was simply a ball of nerves every time I was around Gregory. A few weeks after our first interlude, I introduced Veronica to Gregory as my lover. It was the first time I had ever declared my bisexuality to anyone, much less my own child. But he seemed to take it in stride considering how open homosexuality is in this day and age. Plus the fact that his Mother was bedding a beautiful, shapely woman probably helped his eventual acceptance. And after a few more weeks, I invited Veronica to move in with us. Admittedly, it was an odd situation at first having someone else around the house. But the emotional rewards outweighed whatever negative there was. And surprisingly, Veronica soon befriended Gregory since she was only 27 and he was 21. Yet underlying our outwardly passionate romance was a ultimate plan on uniting Gregory and I in forbidden ecstasy. 

Things were smoothing out for me at home and at the office. The summer days lingered on, and for the first time in years, I was beginning to feel content with myself. Veronica had grown to be a perfect lover and companion as she accompanied me to the beach and to whatever social function I was required to attend. We enjoyed working out at the gym together, fixing dinners for one another, and curling up together in front of the TV on those lazy weekend nights. Since Gregory had his own life (and practically his own side of the house), we rarely saw one another. With his own workout room and pool to boot, he had a lot on his plate. But into our third month together, Gregory asked me if he could continue living at the house throughout his senior year in college. It was during one morning when I was getting ready for work when he approached me. The topic of living arrangements opened up a conversation that covered many topics.

Like all the other times, I had to fight off the constant scenarios that played in my head every time his muscular build was nearby. On this particular morning, he wore just his boxer shorts on as he made himself a bowl of cereal. My hand quivered as I nervously sprinkled the sugar into my coffee; catching a glimpse of his fully buff and Herculean frame a few feet away. I think he was beginning to notice something different about me too. I was standoffish, and quite distant around him. And being the concerned son Gregory faithfully has demonstrated over the years, he took this opportunity to articulate his feelings.

"Mom, something isn't right here." He said, pouring the milk over the bran cereal. I sat the spoon down, reluctantly turning to face him. Oh my God... there was that broad, colossal chest that dripped with absolute power and masculinity. Skin that was tinged with sun and so mouth-wateringly glossy... Arms that were at least 28 inches in diameter... easily able to cradle a helpless woman under his spell, or crush a man who desired his Mother. Greg caught my eyes wandering across his rigid, bulky chest. His brow twitched, unsure as to why his own Mother was checking him out. He tried to continue.

"Look, every time I'm around you; especially here lately, you seem to just freeze up. I mean, have I done something wrong?" He politely asked.

"No, no sweetheart. Nothing is wrong." I tried to assure him.

"Then why are you blushing?" He asked, cocking his eyebrow at me. 

He knew me better than I thought. Of course he did. We had been together for so many years now that we knew each other back to front. Crossing my arms, I stammered for an answer. The urge to just shred off those shorts and suck his penis held my every breath.

"Mom?" he continued.

"Gregory. Nothing is wrong. I just... it's just that." I tried to say as Veronica then strolled in.

Having just woke up, she lovingly embraced me for our first kiss of the day. Still dressed in her undersized t-shirt, it barely covered her thick, delectable thighs. A hint of her wonderfully round ass cheeks could be seen as well. Her kiss was succulent, and as always, full of the utmost love and devotion. She then turned to Gregory, wishing him a good morning as well. 

"Did I walk in on something here? I can leave." she said, motioning her exit.

Gregory held out his arm, blocking her way.

"No, Veronica. This involves you too. Since you and Mom are an item, I think all of us should talk this out." He said with an urgent tone.

Oh shit. This was it. The moment of truth was now within grasp. Veronica glanced back at me with a telling gaze as I tried my best to keep myself composed. 

"Something isn't right here. Mom's been acting weird for a while now, and I was wondering why." Gregory said.

An unsettling silence fell upon us all. Should I give in and express my six month craving for my own child? I reached to grasp Veronica's hand with mine. She knew exactly why I was so nervous.

"I think it has to do with a lot of things, Greg." Veronica said. "Probably because I'm falling in love with her own son." 

Both Greg and my jaws dropped. We couldn't reply... It was a moment I would never forget. Greg stood, dumbfounded by her admission. He gasped, looking away then back at Veronica with uncertainty. 

"Well..." he began. "... that's good because I was starting to think Mom had the hots for me."

I lowered my head to defend myself from these horrible, yet welcome thoughts. God, he was absolutely right. He knew it... he saw all those stolen gazes from me. All those times I would walk by his work out room, stealing a glimpse of him pressing hundreds of pounds... building his solid, agile muscles. Chiseling his lean, smooth body into a work of pure art. Admiring how his arms bowed out when we walked about the pool, amazed at the sheer bulk of his physique. Ripe thighs that could carry the entire world on his shoulders... Round, succulent pecks that adorned the top half of his chest. Any man or woman would die for just a chance to share a bed with him. Proud and strong... my own son.

“What would be so wrong with that?” Replied Veronica. 

Greg huffed, trying to be cool about the possibility. I couldn’t believe she was actually pushing this. I could tell Gregory was tense. 

“Think about it Greg. Look at your Mother through the eyes of a man.” She added.

I wanted to run away as quickly as possible, and I think Gregory did as well. Yet we were both bound there, held to this moment by an unsung truth that we both knew existed. Veronica facilitated his doubts by sashaying to his side, effortlessly resting her open palm on his roused groin. 

“I can’t…” He tried to say, stricken with bewildering curiosity. 

“Sssh. It’s okay, Greg. Really.” She soothingly whispered, gently massaging his rising cock through the flimsy material of his boxers.

“I’ve seen the way you look at her sometimes. When you thought no one was looking… I see the want in your eyes.” She continued, now in front of him, inching closer to his powerful frame. 

Watching the flawless seduction take place, I stood in awe of the sight. Veronica’s face creeping closer to my son’s; open-mouthed and ready to seal a loving kiss. Greg’s face slowly swayed, unsure as to what would happen. Veronica silenced his doubts as their lips finally meshed together in absolute unison. Her healthy, shapely frame paired with his awesome muscular build was, to say the least, vigorously erotic to watch. Veronica whimpered in release as she fell into my son’s arms, which now cradled her with vigor and zeal. Yet there I stood, rather jealous that my ideal man was blessing Veronica with what I in fact yearned for… their kiss ripened just as nature intended. Gregory’s thickset arms came around her lower back with a tender grace I had never seen from him. His large and mighty hands grasped her lower back now, as if to claim her as his own. Their lips broke apart, only to bellow restrained gasps of rhapsody. Gregory’s fingers clutched her shirt, lifting the material so that her full ass was exposed. Her back collapsed, crying out with sincere longing that Gregory make sweet precious love to her. The ever considerate man, he easily held her frame as his mouth flowed across her neck and jaw, eagerly coating the flesh with his boiling saliva. Her mouth agape and eyes sealed, she encountered my son’s furious passion he apparently had for her all this time. 




Welcome Home, My Love



“Oh my God, Veronica.” He spoke with breathless wonder between the myriad of slurps of his tongue. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

A cry of replete ecstasy rang out from her lungs as his fingers found her wide ass, digging into the curvy flesh that I had once glazed with my own tongue many, many times. She lifted herself, meeting Gregory for another balmy kiss as he then easily ripped the t-shirt from her body. The shreds echoed all over the kitchen as his strength clearly aroused both Veronica and myself. She sighed her support for his frenzied act-- leaning her head back in delight. She stood entirely nude as my son glazed her unclothed neck and shoulders with his insistent, yet loving tongue. Watching his powerful arms easily wrap around the small of her waist… each precious fiber of muscle my son possessed, I carefully studied and longed for. How I wish it could have been me in those arms at this moment… Then, with agile smoothness, Gregory lifted Veronica’s entire body to him. Surprised, she let out a low seductive growl as she wrapped her legs around his sculpted waist. His stalwart arms held her with ease as their mouths came together once more for a impassioned kiss. Watching my son and Veronica perform this lustful act seized my aroused senses. I felt I was watching a Greek God claim his woman… a mighty warrior retrieving Veronica as his buxom, willing Goddess. Moans resonated throughout the kitchen as I then saw Veronica rid my son of his uncomfortable boxer shorts. 

My mouth hung open in absolute wonder. Not only was the possibility our Gregory and I’s union looming closer, but at long last, I was able to take in the sight of his gorgeous, hefty penis. My hand covered my mouth, seeing his cock for the first time in at least a dozen years. It must have easily been ten inches in length… it’s girth fascinated me. So wide… the bulb of his cock was so stunning. Rotund, smooth… sleek. Like it was made just the sake of exhibition. Incredible. I couldn’t believe that my womb created such a glorious living being. Gregory shifted his groin so that his manhood wedged itself between Veronica’s fertile thighs. I heard his growing sighs of hopeful expectancy. Ooohh… to hear my own child approaching this act of fervor drove me insane. That, plus seeing his body in it’s full scope melted the rest of my fears and doubts. Smooth, hairless legs and chest. His tan skin shimmering in the midst of perspiration and sexual need. Observing his strapping build, matched against my lesbian lover’s shapely figure was simply divine to watch. With one motion, Gregory shifted Veronica so that she lay in his arms; as if a Bride on her wedding night. The two looked at one another with the most wholesome look of hope I have ever seen. My son was slow in his actions, just what we women want in a man. Turning slowly out of the kitchen, Gregory carried his prize down the hallway, and to our bedroom.

I followed hurriedly, turning the corner to see my child’s exquisite backside. Every muscle that adorned his rousing frame tightened as the two crossed through the doorway. I stayed a few feet away, not wanting to interrupt their heartfelt coming together. But I remained close enough to witness the two as Gregory easily laid Veronica on her back. Her look was of pure wonder… amazed as well by my son’s loving nature. But when her gaze crossed mine, her attention shifted.

“Your Mother is going to watch us, Greg.” she uttered softly.

I caught my breath as Gregory turned to see me standing there. Our eyes met at last. I didn’t know what to do… I could tell that the prospect of he and I making pure love to one another was playing out in his mind. We both were scared to death. If it wasn’t for Veronica’s boldness, we wouldn’t even be this far. 

“Come here, my love.” She said, extending her hand to me. 

I did so, quite suddenly. As I sauntered in, she motioned Gregory on the bed, and on his back. My eyes fluttered seeing his massive shaft pointed straight up. My breath grew with each step I took… What was she going to do? 

“Stay on the side of the bed as you watch me suck your son’s huge cock.” she said, positioning herself atop my son’s muscular build.

Kneeling beside the bed, I watched in amazement as Veronica’s hands caressed the entire length of Gregory’s sculpted chest. She took her time in appreciating the beautiful physique my son had, running her fingertips along his abdomen, thighs… It was then Gregory turned his head to see me looking at his flesh. I lowered my head, slightly embarrassed of what I had gotten myself into. Raucous shudders came from my son as Veronica delicately dragged the tip of her large breasts down his quivering stomach. Her back smoothly bowed, elevating her full delicious ass high in the air for me to see… God, just that sight alone made me hot as hell.

She glanced up to see him gazing at the erotic sight. 

“You like that?” she asked in her finest erotic voice.

Gregory shook his head yes. How could any man not enjoy such benevolence? 

“Ooooh, you’re so gorgeous. So big.” She cooed, now feeling his stiff cock touch the bottom of her nourishing breasts.

Gregory swallowed nervously, feeling the supple skin graze his reproductive organ. Her fingers splayed across his lower abdomen, bent on taking this bulging man for all he was worth. Quivers washed across my son’s frame, rendering him completely vulnerable by Veronica’s libidinous movements. Never before had I seen a man so controlled by a woman. Yet I then realized that I had never before really been with a man like this either. He was my son… my child. 

“I’ve always wanted you.” Gregory stammered to say, looking directly at Veronica.

A graceful smile came from her dainty lips as her face was now directly above his twitching cock. Her eyes fell to it, seeing the broad extent of his tool.

“You love seeing me with your Mother, don’t you?” She then replied.

A brief moment of hesitancy came… he then nodded in agreement. Her reply was creasing her mouth together-- gathering all the saliva she could collect… then proceeded to pour a steady stream of her scalding saliva across my son’s trembling penis. The sight was simply marvelous to watch. Her head leisurely swayed up and down, coating his entire length as Gregory jerked in pure bliss. Their eyes met once more as Veronica then made a final lunge, engulfing the first three inches of my son’s cock into her famished mouth. Gregory cried out, feeling her warmth suddenly surround his essence. He was met with a string of low guttural moans in sexual urgency from Veronica, trying to devour his magnificent feast. Her lips parted as far as they could possible go, trying to consume his colossal four inch width. Her cheeks puffed out; lips carefully secured around his shaft as his length slowly vanished into her hungry mouth. Each inch that disappeared caused Gregory to shriek in pure ecstasy. My boy was experiencing a much welcomed, and treasured blow job from a woman who desperately loved sucking him.

Gregory’s flesh endured another spasm, setting himself on his elbows so he could see the exquisite image of lips enveloping cock. Her hands resting beside his groin, they then groped his lower abdomen, sinking her fingernails into the bronzed flesh. The slurps and wet sounds of the evolving blowjob sent me into a frenzy. I could almost hear my son’s cock being swallowed, and when I saw her jaw crook, his entire length was ingested. Veronica’s nose pressed against his groin, and a new, more powerful array of convulsions ripped my son apart. Beads of perspiration covered my son’s forehead as his chest glowed with sweat. I couldn’t believe it… Veronica had all of his ten inches lodged down her throat. My God… it was a sight to see. Gregory’s head arched back, summoning all of his willpower to maintain his unstable composure. Yet it was useless. Her hands splayed out, fanning in mid air as she relied totally on the movements of her neck and jaw. My son shrieked in pleasure, collapsing back on the bed. I motioned closer so I could see his staggering expressions. It was then our eyes met.

We sat staring at one another for some time. Sweat poured profusely from his brow as a variety of expressions raced across his handsome face. If I could have put words to them, they would have been; “How can I be so lucky? Is this really happening to me? I wish it could be you who was doing this to me, Mother.” 

Suddenly, his right hand lifted up, bringing the back of his finger to gently caress my jaw. This was the first touch we experienced, and I took it as his yielding to the overpowering concept of he and I as lovers. My eye lids flickered, feeling the caress of this true man. Just his touch robbed me of any moral thought… I then looked to see his gaze directly upon mine. No hesitancy, no fear in those lustrous eyes. 

“Hold me, Mother… ple… please hold me.” Gregory cried out in the softest voice I had ever heard.

How could I deny this heartfelt plea for affection? I was his Mother… and it was my duty to support my son through whatever undertaking was at hand. Crawling on the bed, I positioned myself on my side, bringing Gregory’s head into the safe burrow of my arm and breast. My right hand lovingly swabbed the burnished sweat dripping in his eyes. My Maternal instincts came into play, feeling as if I had to comfort him during this trying, yet appreciated blowjob. Looking down his attractive chest, I saw Veronica’s head dipping up and down on my child’s penis. She was relentless. Absolutely relentless in her efforts to make my son cumm. Gregory’s steaming breath smothered against my blouse as I looked back at him… Deep, heaving gulps of air came from him as we stared into one another’s eyes once again. This time, it was a gaze of undeniable truth. 

“Kiss me… kiss me, Mother.” begged Gregory, so genuine and sincere. I shook my head, unsure if this was the right thing to do. 

“Please.” he continued.

A violent jolt ripped him apart once more as his upper body lifted the both of us off the bed. My arm came under his neck, cradling him as I did so many years ago. All thoughts of right or wrong swirled throughout my mind… Should I kiss him? Should we engage in the kiss of lovers, and not of Mother and son? For a second time, his finger came to my face. The tip delicately tracing my shivering lips.

“So beautiful… so beautiful.” He murmured under his breath.

This was all I could take. Damn the consequences. I had to have him as my one and only lover. 

With all of my heart and soul, I lowered my mouth to his… smashing our mouths together in perfect and adoring harmony. This was the kiss of all kisses between us… anyone can tell you the first kiss is always holds the most meaningful sentiment. His body locked up, trying to focus his energy on kissing me. Yet throughout the difficulty, our lips remained locked. The feeling of his hot breath, velvety lips against mine… I was kissing my own son… my soon to be lover. And no question or doubts would stop us from our undeniable destiny. I turned my neck, allowing us to share a deeper kiss. Savoring his saliva, I moaned in rapture just knowing it was his. His arms reached around me, bringing us closer together as his tongue beseeched mine for a loving caress. Our tongues came together with the utmost grace any two lovers could hope for. I felt as if I were experiencing a kiss for the first time… and in many ways, I felt we both were. His tongue laid flat across my teeth, lazily skimming them as I dug my fingernails into the back of his head. His muffled whimpers grew as I could tell Veronica was summoning Gregory’s sperm from the deepest boroughs of his testicles. Hearing my son struggle for oxygen through his nostrils made me shiver… every element of this taboo union made me weak. I just simply couldn’t believe I was making out with my hunky, delicate son.

Our lips broke apart as another spasm rocked him. I knew he was close.

“Oh Mother, she’s doing it. She’s… she’s really doing this.” He exclaimed in breathless wonder.

“I know, baby. I know…” I softly replied. “So much hope, isn’t there?”

Gregory wailed out, obviously stricken by my words. 

“Oh God yes… yes.” he squealed.

“Let it go, my love. Don’t be afraid.” I began chanting in his ear. 

His hot breath blustering across my own ear. Just hearing this melted me completely. I was encouraging an orgasm with my son. Oh God, what have I done?

“Oh Mother… I… I love you. I love you… so much.” Gregory confessed, now in a high pitched squeal that told me his seed was close to spilling. 

How I wish that seed would be poured into my womb… Oooohhh…

I leaned back, looking into his now misty eyes, bulging from his skull. 

“I love you too, baby. I love you so much… I always have.” I too confessed, zestfully embracing him with all the love in my heart.

With that, another kissed arose as Gregory couldn’t keep still. He was so close… My hands reached up, clutching his head in my palms so that we could remained lip locked when he came. I wanted us together when the sperm began flowing from his life giving cock. His wails swelled, and almost immediately, a succession of quick, ferocious jolts split my son apart. He was cumming… My son was cumming.

His eyes protruded out, gazing up in dire hope. Our kiss burst apart, yet I sat in astonishment watching his facial expressions during this orgasm. This behemoth of a man… muscular and strong, was rendered defenseless. No man, powerful or not, could withstand the sheer ecstasy that my son was experiencing. Every muscle in his neck and chest locked up… breath still as his teeth clenched together. I sat in open mouthed wonder, seeing a man spew his seed in full glory. I had never seen any man release himself with such urgency and power. I simply couldn’t believe it.

The onslaught of orgasm slowly, and gently subsided. My boy’s breaths came down as he was released from the clutches of orgasm. Now would be the moment he would embrace his fears or worries about our articulated devotions. I slightly withdrew, still watching him as he focused on me… What would happen? Would he be like all the other men in my life who abandoned me after getting what they want? Oh God, I hoped not… please… let me have this. Let me have my son.

“I love you, Mother… and I meant what I said to you.” Gregory uttered in pure sincerity. “Not as your son, but as a man.”

I gulped down my fear, almost bursting out in joy. 

“Oh, Gregory… I meant it too. I always have.” I spoke in a broken voice.

He tilted up, bringing those delicious lips to mine again. Our kiss was savage in nature, quickly and hurriedly smothering one another as words of love and devotion graced our lips. Both of us savored this moment for all it was worth. And as his mouth coated my neck with his tongue, I practically fainted feeling this young man’s passion for me… his very own Mother. I was in love with my son… I was in love.

I was now laying beside Gregory as our intimacy flourished. It wasn’t that we were ignoring Veronica, but we were lost in the moment. Two lovers released from years of distance and isolation… I felt her move from the bed as we both glanced at her.

“This is your moment, not mine.” She whispered. “Let me leave you both alone so that love can finally stake it’s claim.”

Wow… her words were like poetry. After all, she did understand my fascination with Gregory. And without her, we never would have come together like we did. Both Gregory and I got up, and respectfully walked her to the door. We both kissed her fervently, thanking her for her boldness and courage.

“God you two make such a hot couple.” She added, touching my flushed face.

We both blushed, somewhat embarrassed. It was nice to hear words of support from someone who believed in Gregory and I. And with another soulful kiss, Greg gently shut the door behind her as I stood behind him. The ever charming son, Gregory slowly turned to me with no signs of revulsion or fear… Only love. Still dressed in my sleek business suit, I began unbuttoning the rest of my blouse… initiating my own ritual of undressing. I wanted Gregory to see his Mother’s body in all it’s entirety; just as he allowed me earlier. Sliding the thin material past my shoulders, Gregory whimpered in awe as he saw the first signs of my auburn skin. And seeing him in the buff made me delirious with envy as well… a man and woman… sharing in the delights of nudity and freedom. Liberated from all thought of wrong. My skirt soon followed, falling by my ankles as I stepped from the crumpled disorder. 

“God, you are just the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, Mother.” Greg quietly spoke as I could see his limp cock become inspired once more.

“If you only knew how long I’ve dreamed of you… so many years.” He added.

I didn’t know what to say. These were the words I had waited an entire lifetime to hear. Even if they came from my own son’s lips, they were still the most amazingly beautiful words any woman could ever hope to hear a man say. All I could do was do away with my bra, releasing my full breasts so that my child could see… Another gasp escaped as we both now stood completely unsheathed, face to face… bare breasted and free. I offered my hand to his, holding on as we both slowly strolled toward one another. I then placed my trembling palms upon his rock solid arms, relishing their rigid texture. 

“I can’t believe this… Like a dream come true.” I finally managed to voice. 

Our eyes were lost in the others gaze. Leaning closer, Gregory’s cock pressed against my belly as his arms enshrouded my frame. Oh God, this felt so wonderful… love dripped from his every movement as his strong hands held my back, smoothing their way down my spine. Our faces unhurriedly drifted together, delighting in the feel of the other’s body. I then ran my finger across his broad chest, looking down to see his round, chisled pecs that exuded pure strength. He was so defined, so healthy and resilient. My son whom I carried for nine months was at long last holding me as he was meant to. Treasuring the woman who gave him life… 

His face drew closer as our lips meshed together. His sweaty, yet manly fragrance filled my nostrils as our kiss became the deepest and most soulful yet. Our arms vigorously held one another, exploring each other with far more courage and boldness than before. We were like two animals released from captivity… free to come together in the most primal and natural act that a male and female could undergo. I felt his stiffness push further into my stomach… feeling the breathtaking weight and texture it possessed. His hands found my large, round buttocks-- gripping them with all of his might. Ours lips divided, yet my tongue was still being suckled by my boy. I gasped, feeling my ass being soothingly kneaded as his groans of bliss warmed my face. My hands skimmed his back, appreciating their powerful potential as suddenly, Gregory motioned me back to the bed. I stepped back to sit down, and crawl upon the center of the mattress as he stayed there, watching me with an intensity I’ll never forget. On all fours, I arched my back for him like a wanton slut, showing him the abundant curves of my ass and thighs. 

“Come to me, my son… come home to Mother… make Mother your woman.” I said in a serious erotic tone. 

Gregory sighed heavily, seeing my buxom flesh and hearing those words… I knew he liked hearing words like this… And with little exertion, my son met me in the center of the bed with a profound kiss. Both palms cupped my full ass, lifting me as he spread me on my back. Ohh… his strength totally amazed me. My lengthy blonde tresses spread out as his teeth sank into my bare neck. I cried out his name, clutching the round boulders of his muscles… In as much as I enjoyed making love to a woman like Veronica, I realized just how much I missed a man’s touch… a real man. His tongue suckled my neck as his mouth then found my ear… eagerly drenching my lobe with saliva and lust.