23 comments/ 131258 views/ 76 favorites Mother Takes the Cream By: geronimo_appleby A reasonably short stroke piece with this submission. It's been a while since I submitted to Lit, and thought it was time to add another scene to the count. It begins mid-affair, the deed has been done, and I pick it up one morning with the mother preparing for an encounter with her son. As ever, I hope you enjoy the scene. Feedback is appreciated. If you want to let me know your thoughts you can use the Public Comments forum below, email or by dropping me a PM. I apologise for any errors that remain in the piece; I self-edit and often miss stuff that on subsequent reads through are obvious howlers. It seems no matter how much I go over stuff, even putting it on Kindle as an editing tool, I still miss things. Anyway, here 'tis. GA – Benissa, Spain – 12th November 2013. Prologue Diane wriggled into the skirt, tugging it over her hips before tucking in the pristine white blouse and zipping the skirt at the side. She turned this way and that, checking her profile and the smooth sweep of the skirt over her buttocks. Then, patting the flat plane of her stomach, pleased at the way the blouse stayed tucked in tight, as smart as a soldier on parade, Diane smiled at her reflection. She checked the drop of the skirt's hem, concerned about the length. It would do, she decided. Not too short, and it wasn't obvious she was wearing stockings underneath. Not that she would be too long out in public view, but she didn't want people to see too much. Diane knew she would feel self-conscious enough as it was going out in a tight skirt and no underwear, she didn't need to give herself any more anxiety by wondering if people had guessed what a slut she really was. Her tummy flipped when the reason for wearing stockings came to mind. Illicit desire, the deep taboo of her yearning slid from her pussy. She shivered, thrilled and appalled in equal measure as she looked at her reflection, wondering who the woman was in the mirror. She had changed so much recently, really shocked herself by being drawn in to such wickedness. Diane didn't recognise herself. Pushing the thoughts aside – it was a little late for what if – Diane examined her make-up, a final inspection and a quick tease of her fingers through her hair, mussing the shoulder length blonde coiffure for the effect she knew he liked, apparently casual but expensive to achieve. Diane shrugged into the jacket, the one that matched the skirt and gave her the brisk, professional look she cultivated. After all, she was a brisk, professional woman. A busy lady in the world of real estate and she had to look the part. Moving in front of the full-length mirror again she posed and pouted at her image, eyeing herself and affecting a hot-eyed expression of desire. As an experiment she lifted the hem of the skirt, squirming to move the edge up far enough to expose her pudendum. Then, captivated, Diane stared, thrilled by the effect of her plump pussy framed by garter belt and stockings, her vulva nestled there all cosy between her thighs. She considered giving herself a little rub but decided against it, her husband might catch her at it and ruin everything. He would wonder why she wore stockings for work and ask questions she wasn't prepared to answer. Diane was already confused enough without further complications. The affair consumed her, caused all manner of conflicting emotions to bubble up. One minute she was caught up in the heady rush of excitement, the sheer recklessness thrilling her – it was so bad, so wicked – but at other times the guilt was almost crippling. What was she thinking? How would it all end? How could it end? Diane sighed, vacillating as she smoothed the skirt down over her hips. For the umpteenth time that morning she convinced herself she wouldn't do it. She would be strong and would not succumb to the base urge that drove her. But deep down she knew she was only kidding herself. Diane knew that despite her internal wrangling and good intentions she wouldn't be able to resist the lure of illicit sex. As bad as she knew she'd feel in the immediate aftermath, she couldn't deny herself. "Right, I'm off," she said, breezing through the kitchen. Her husband glanced up from the breakfast table. "Okay," he responded. "Have a good day." His eyes dropped to the newspaper – he offered no endearments, no goodbye kiss. In the face of this bland indifference Diane stared at him for a few seconds. It was a look of such hostility that, if he had glanced up and seen it, might have made him question the cause of his wife's venomous expression. She shook her head slowly from side-to-side, contempt curling her lip. That clinched it. She'd had doubts, lots of them, but now she would do it. "I'm going to work, Liam!" Diane called up the stairs as she paused at the front door. "Okay," came her son's reply. "See you." Diane opened the door and stepped outside. She closed it behind her and studied the street – Victorian terraced houses, cars parked along the kerb, a typical road in a typical town in Lincolnshire, nothing out of the ordinary. But the assignation awaiting her that day was anything but ordinary. Diane wondered if anyone else in the street had committed a sin as huge as hers, behaved in such a degenerate way. Diane breathed a sigh and decided it was unlikely anyone else in that street had been so steeped in depravity, with the exception of one person, obviously. Diane walked the three steps to the gate, heels tapping on the flagstones. The gate opened with a squeaky protest and she strode out onto the pavement. Turning left, Diane threw a glance up towards the second storey window, top left in the red brick façade. She couldn't make out if anyone up there was watching, so she walked away, heading for the silver Golf four cars up the road. It was a benign morning, mid-June, and after Diane changed shoes, the heels were not conducive to road safety, she turned the ignition key, the Golf's engine catching immediately. Diane pulled out of the line of cars lining the road nose-to-tail, but that day, instead of making her way to the great artery of the A1, her usual route, Diane drove to the town centre and parked in the multi-storey. She was sitting in Starbucks with a skinny decaf latte – caramel – when her mobile phone announced the receipt of a text. Diane picked up the device and looked at the screen. She saw a two-worded message that despite its brevity caused a flip-flop sensation in her stomach: He's gone, she read. The hands that grasped the steering wheel of the Golf a few minutes later trembled, and later, after changing back into the heels, the legs that carried Diane to her front door felt weak. Knock-kneed with anticipation she wondered – and not for the first time – just what it was that motivated her. She was shaking all over when, after closing the front door to her home behind her, Diane stepped onto the first tread of the stairs. When she pushed open his bedroom door her son, naked, with his hard-on in one fist, looked at her and smiled. "Hello, Mum," he said. One "Oh God," Diane breathed, her eyes fixed on Liam's erection. "Just look at you." Liam lay on his double bed, quilt thrown aside, his erection upright. He looked at his mother, still smiling. "Are you going to come in?" he asked. Diane hesitated. She had one hand on the door handle, half-in half-out of his room. Liam saw her blink, her eyes going from his face to his cock before sliding away to her right, away from him. "Come in, Mum," said Liam, his tone firm. He watched her, his stare flat and level, a predatory look. "Come on, Mum," he cajoled, almost wheedling. "I've been waiting for you." Liam stroked his length and then gripped it close to its root. "Look at how much I want you, Mum." Diane's head lifted gradually. She gulped and with apparent reluctance turned her face towards her son. "We shouldn't..." she breathed. With her expression troubled, eyes wide and locked on her own son's long cock, Diane's head moved side-to-side with slow metronomic regularity. "Liam," she continued, her tongue sliding over suddenly dry lips. "This isn't right. We ... We..." "But you want to, Mum," Liam said, interrupting his mother. "You say all that stuff; you say we shouldn't, it's wrong ... but you want to, Mum. I know you do. You like it just as much as I do." Liam waggled his hard-on in emphasis. "You know I'm right," he insisted, his hand moving up and down to maintain the full-bodied tumescence. "So why don't you just come in. Close the door. Come over here, Mum." He beckoned with a wave of his free hand. "Come here. Kiss me." Drawn by her son's voice, lulled by his gentle tone, Diane took two steps into his bedroom. "Shut the door, Mum," Liam instructed. "I like it closed." "Oh," Diane said, although the sound was more whimper than word. She paused, hesitating, still unsure. But she couldn't help herself, the sight of her son caressing his own cock, the sight of it so terribly fascinating, enticed her deeper into the room. "That's it," Liam purred. He let go of his dick and eased onto his side to face her, one elbow against the bed, his temple resting against his fist as he grinned and watched her come closer. "You look good, Mum," he added, his eyes roving over Diane's smart suit. "Really good." He reached out, fingers extended, palm up. "What did you tell them?" Liam asked as his mother moved towards him. In an automatic response Diane touched the tips of her son's fingers with her own. Liam's hand closed on hers. She stared down at him, glancing at his erection before his gaze pulled her attention to his eyes. "That I had to go to the dentist," Diane mumbled. "They said as long as I could get to work by lunchtime..." Then she was on the bed, one knee resting on the mattress, a hand supporting herself on one straight arm as she hovered above Liam. Liam released his mother's hand to reach up towards her. His fingers pushed into her hair and he brought her head down slowly, his eyes locked on hers. He saw her reluctance but continued to ease his mother's face closer, rising from the bed to meet her. "Oh no," Diane mumbled a second before her son's lips touched hers. And then she capitulated, simply relaxed, the tension flowing out of her muscles when she relented and accepted her son's tongue. Abruptly ardent, Diane clambered onto the bed. She was eager for him by then, her breath panting into Liam's open mouth, her hands against his face as she sucked at the slippery flesh. "That's better, Mum," Liam gasped, bright-eyed and smirking when he eventually broke away. He fixed her with another stare. "Take that jacket off. The skirt too." Diane eased back off the mattress, crawling in reverse. She went slowly, on her hands and knees, her attention fixed firmly on her son's face. Then, standing at the side of the bed Diane shrugged the suit jacket off before she let it fall to the carpet in a forgotten heap, discarded in the heat of her desire. The skirt went next, with Diane unzipping it at the side so she could tug it down over her hips. "Yes," Liam breathed, picking up his cock. "Stockings," he added, grinning broadly. "You make out as though you don't really want to be with me, Mum. But when it comes down to it..." Liam nudged his chin towards his mother. "Stockings and suspenders...?" he added, winking. "You put them on for me, didn't you? You don't normally wear them for a day at work ... So you're wearing them for me, aren't you, Mum?" "You bastard," Diane sighed. "I'm your mother," she continued. "You're not supposed to make me feel this way." Liam cranked at himself and murmured, "And how do I make you feel, Mum? Tell me." "You pig," Diane answered. She stepped out of her skirt and squeezed her breasts through her blouse. "You know how you make me feel." Diane hefted her boobs in her palms. "Look at what I'm doing for you. I'm wearing stockings for my own son because I know you like me in them. I'm taking my clothes off for you, Liam – what does that tell you about how I feel?" Liam let go of his erection and rolled quickly onto his knees. He pointed at his mother. "Take the blouse off. Take it off, Mum – Now! Show me your tits." Liam fisted his cock and stared at her, his eyes heavy-lidded with desire, his lips loose and damp with lust. "Take that blouse off and tell me how you feel when you see me fucking my fist. Look at me, Mum. Watch me." His hips moved, jerked several times, his cock bulging from the tight bunch of his fingers. "That's what I want to do to you. I want to fuck your tight pussy and hear you moan." Diane gasped, a hand moving between her legs. "You dirty bugger," she sighed. "Liam ... that's so bloody sexy." Liam chuckled when he saw his mother squirm. "You like that, eh, Mum?" he said. "You like watching me fucking my hand?" he thrust into his fist and let an exaggerated groan bubble out of his chest. Liam stared at his mother, his face slack. "Tell me, Mum," Liam mumbled, voice glutinous, thick with longing. "Tell me how you feel. Make it dirty. Tell me how you want me to fuck you." Diane loosened the bottom-most button on her blouse. "I ... I can't, Liam," she said. "I can't say those things, not to you." "Come here, Mum," Liam ordered. Diane, after another momentary pause, stepped towards her son. "You can," Liam said, his fingers loosening more buttons on his mother's blouse. "You know you can." He slid the garment over Diane's shoulders, eyes lighting up when the shivering tops of his mother's breasts were revealed. "Tell me," Liam insisted as he pulled his mother close. He kissed her mouth, his arms going around her waist, his hands on her buttocks, fingers spread across her skin. "I want you to fuck me," Diane sighed while her son held her close and stroked the hair at the back of her head. "I want you to lie me down and spread my legs ... I want you to look at me..." A pause while heat flooded Diane's cheeks. "Liam ... Oh, Liam, saying this to you ... it's so embarrassing, darling. I'm your mother ... I shouldn't say things like that to you." Liam pulled her even closer, burying his face into her cleavage. He licked the rounded inner flanks of his mother's breasts, his tongue tracing a line from her cleavage, over her vulnerable throat, the life pulsing in her neck, to where he could slide it into her mouth. "It's because you're my mother it turns me on so much," he muttered, breaking the kiss. His hands came round to Diane's front and Liam squeezed his mother's breasts through her bra. "It's because of who you are to me that makes me so fucking hot to fuck you." He kissed his mother again, his tongue invading her before he pulled away and left her gasping. "And I know you're hot to fuck, Mum. I know that if I felt between your legs you'd be hot and wet for me." He shoved his hand between his mother's legs. There was no finesse, no tenderness in the action. "I knew it," Liam crowed, exultant. "You're pissing juice..." Liam reached around his mother's body and pulled her close. He kissed her again, panting, near breathless, his fingers kneading her buttocks, hands sliding over Diane's skin, feeling her all over. Diane staggered, unbalanced in her high heels, the shoes two inches higher than her usual – not that her husband had noticed, and it was only Liam's embrace that kept her upright. She moaned and mewled into her son's mouth while he held her, Diane's own ardour flaring. "I can't help it," she breathed when they paused. Diane's chest heaved, her breasts swelling and trembling. "I fight it, Liam, I fight against doing this with you, but I can't help myself. I hate myself for doing this." Liam stared into her eyes. "But you love it, too." He traced a forefinger from a place between Diane's breasts, slid the tip along the raised rack of her ribs and down over her waist to where it circled around and around on her hip. "Don't you, Mum," Liam insisted quietly. "Sex with me ... Your son ... You love it." Diane shivered and closed her eyes. Swallowing heavily she nodded. "Yes." Liam climbed off the bed. "Sit down," he insisted. Diane complied, perching on her son's bed with the pressure of his hand on her shoulder. "Lie back," Liam continued. He gestured with his fingers. "Open your legs." "Are you going to..." Diane murmured as she obeyed. She spread her thighs and folded her legs at the knees to expose her core to her son's stare. Her cheeks burned when he stared at her. "I'm going to lick you, Mum. I'm going to suck your pussy and drive you mental. By the time I'm finished with you you're going to be begging me to fuck you." "Oh Jesus ... Oh dear God," Diane blasphemed as her son settled between her legs. "I'm there, Liam. I don't believe I'm doing it again, but I'm right there for you." Liam chuckled, his stare fixed on his mother's vulva. She was there for him all right. Her labia hung heavy and swollen, pouting and slick with the desire that had already seeped from her opening. She made out like she fought against it, but he knew she was hot for him. "I can see," Liam murmured. "I can see you, Mum." Diane gasped, her body tensing when her son ducked forward and slid his tongue between the lips of her sex. "Oh fuck," she grunted. "You naughty boy ... You're licking mummy's clit..." Two Liam gave his mother two orgasms with his fingers and tongue. By the time he finished she was a gabbling, writhing wreck. He came up from between her legs and, with her arousal smeared across his face, crawled along her body to kiss her mouth. His mother clung to him with her legs, her tongue quick and eager against his. She was snuffling and whimpering, her limbs still twitching with residual aftershocks, her palms against Liam's temples while she sucked at his tongue. "You enjoyed that," Liam said, a statement rather than a question. The physical evidence spoke for itself. He wiped a forearm and the back of his hand across his face. "Now," Liam added, grinning. "Now I'm going to fuck you, Mum." "Yes," Diane squealed, writhing beneath her son, settling herself and offering her body to him. "Put it in," she breathed, eyes wide, expression eager. "Put it inside me. I want you to fuck me." She stared up with surprise when Liam bundled back and off the bed. "What...?" Diane asked. Liam stroked his cock and smirked. "Not here," he said. He turned and walked to his bedroom door. Opening it, he turned back to face his mother. "This way," Liam said. Leaving his mother on the bed, Liam left the room. Puzzled, Diane followed. He was waiting just along the corridor. Liam tilted his head sideways to indicate the room Diane shared with her husband. "In here," he said. "I want you on the same bed he fucks you in." Diane baulked, shock showing on her face. She shook her head. "I can't..." Liam moved towards his mother, took three quick paces to where she stood immobile, fingers at her mouth. "That's where I want you, Mum," he muttered. Liam scooped his mother's hand from the front of her face. "Come on," he added, pulling her gently. Diane tottered forward a pace. "Liam ... We can't ... It's my bed ... I share it with your father." "That's why I want you on it," Liam growled, "Because it's his bed too. I've already fucked his wife ... Now I want to do it in his bed." Diane's son pulled at the cup of her bra. She looked at him before reaching in to haul one heavy breast clear. "Yes," Liam hissed, licking his lips with avaricious, expression avid. He stared while his mother freed a second breast. "God, Mum," Liam muttered. Hefting both globes in his palms he tested their weight, squeezing tit-flesh, enthused by his mother's big boobs. "I'm going to fuck you," he growled, leaning in to suck an elongated nipple between his lips. He squeezed those big tits together with both hands, pressing his mother's pliant flesh, alternating between one teat and the other. "You're so sexy, Mum. God, I want to fuck you now." Mother Takes the Cream "Come on, you naughty boy," Diane said. She pulled away from Liam's grasping fingers and sucking mouth. "You wanted me in your father's bed ... Come on." She moved quickly, one hand between her legs, the other mauling her tits. "This is what you wanted," Diane challenged as she lay back on the marital bed and opened her legs to her son. "I'm here," she added. "Look at me. I'm hot for you." Liam's mother peeled the meaty flaps apart and held them back against her inner thighs. She revealed her core to her son, flaunting her hot, bubbling cunt at him. "Fuck me ... Come on. I want you to ride the arse off me." Liam clambered onto the bed tugging his cock, savouring the moment as he prepared to penetrate his mother on the bed she shared with his father. "I'm going to do it better than the old man ever did," he mumbled, his face slack with lust as he stared at his mother waiting for him. "I've already come more with you than I ever have with him," Diane replied. She leaned up to reach for her son's erection. "Now finish me off. Fuck your mummy in her bed. You wanted me here. Now make it worth the sin." Liam groaned when he lunged at his mother, her body closing around his girth. Diane took him, just lay there and offered herself to her son when Liam sank into her, balls deep, pausing when his pubic bush compressed against his mother's smooth mound. He blinked and, holding his weight on his elbows, stared down into her face. "Do you love me, Mum?" he sighed. Diane shifted, wriggling below him, desperate to feel her son deeper inside her body. "Yes," Diane mumbled with her eyes half-shuttered as she chewed her bottom lip. "Now I want you to love me. Love me, my sweet boy. Love me, because your father doesn't." She began to move, her hips jerking. "Show me how my big, lovely boy loves his mother. Give me what your father doesn't." Liam's ground deeper into his mother in response. "He's useless," he said as he lifted himself up onto straight arms. He pumped vigorously, thrusting deep. "I'll fuck you how you deserve to be fucked, Mum. I'll love you like a man should." "Oh, you're my man now, darling," Diane sighed. "You're twenty years old and such a lovely man, looking after his mother. Give me what I want ... My boy, my darling boy ... Fuck me. Fuck your mummy, darling. I love you." Liam went at her. He fucked, thrust and pounded at his mother, their bodies slap-slapping together, her cunt squelching and farting around her son's girth, the domed head of Liam's cock nudging her open, deeper and deeper until Diane groaned and grunted and spat obscenities. "Suck me, Mum," Liam snarled after a sudden withdrawal that left his mother gasping and surprised. "Suck yourself off my cock." "You dirty, filthy bastard," Diane squealed, eyes shining, enthused by it all. She rubbed a hand between her legs as she scrambled up and around. Then, laying across her son, the one hand at her sex, the other lifting Liam's hard-on, Diane stared into her son's eyes and, smirking, licked the purple bulb of the cock-head. "Watch me suck your cock," Diane mumbled, her face distorted, lips stretched with male gristle. "I'm the dirtiest mother in this town. How many other mums suck their son's cock?" "You're the most beautiful, sexiest mother a son could wish for," Liam said. He watched his mother work at his cock. Saw her slurp and slobber and yank at him. "Are you going to come?" Diane asked, her fist cranking up and down. "Are you going to come for me?" Liam forced his fingers through Diane's hair. He grabbed a handful and pulled her face off his cock. "Not like this," he growled, forcing his mother to scramble at the bed as he forcibly yanked her head towards him. "I've got something else in mind, Mum." Diane winced and gasped, squirming while her son forced his tongue into her mouth. She rolled away across the bed, her stare accusing. "That hurts," she whined. Liam grinned at his mother. "Let me make it better," he said. "On your hands and knees." He pointed at the bed. "There, get on your hands and knees. I want you from behind." Eying her son, Diane rubbed the sore spot on her scalp where he'd pulled her hair. She pulled a face, glowering at him while manoeuvring onto her knees. She flicked another slit-eyed glare of mistrust at him before finally settling into the position Liam had specified. "Don't hurt me again," Diane pouted. Seeing his mother there on the bed, round buttocks presented to him, the mollusc of her vulva plump between her legs, Liam tugged at his root several times, licking his lips with anticipation. "I'm sorry, Mum," he murmured, the bed heaving beneath his knees. Diane reached back with one arm, fingers splaying her buttocks, and when Liam glanced down he saw the tacky lips of his mother's pussy part with sticky reluctance. His mother's sex pouted, labia glistening, her core scarlet and slick. "Oh God," Liam moaned. He placed the flat of his hand on his mother's skin and used his thumb to ease her open wider. The roundel of Diane's sphincter taunted him, and Liam groaned again before ducking in to dab the tip of his tongue into the dark smudge. "You dirty boy!" Diane squealed. "What are you doing? Licking my arse ... Oh, Liam, darling, that's so fucking sexy." "It's you, Mum," Liam panted. He slurped his tongue through the sluice of her pussy, splitting her labia, probing at her opening and lapping at her clit. "I'm mad for you. Crazy. I think about you all the time. Sometimes, at night, when you're in bed with him I want to come in and take you back to my room." Liam ducked in again, his mother yelping with delight as his tongue wriggled into her anus. Diane moaned, her head lolling loose, lowering towards the bed as she gasped and squirmed. "I have to stop myself doing it," Liam continued. "I can't stand to think of him touching you. It drives me mental imagining him putting his paws on you." "Fuck, Liam..." Diane sobbed. "Don't stop, baby. Keep licking my pussy. Keep tonguing my arse." Her rump swung side-to-side. "Please, my darling boy. Keep doing it." "I want to be the one who does this to you, Mum," Liam persisted, his mind set on one track. He dabbed once more at his mother's dark ring, two fingers finding her pink opening and sliding inside. "Me, only me, I don't want my father to touch you. I can't stand to think of you opening your legs for him." "I won't," gasped Diane. She threw her head back and let out a long moan of pleasure. Gasping, she added, "I won't, darling. Not anymore. If you promise to love me like this I won't let him come near me again." Diane groaned and mewled when her son's fingers curled inside her. She began to thrust back onto Liam's digits, urging him to finger-fuck her, to lick her. She writhed and squirmed and babbled on about love and how he was her lovely big boy. How she wanted him to make her come. "Move into my room with me," Liam said, teeth clenched as he strove to take his mother over the edge. "Sleep with me. Every night. Come to my bed instead." "Oh, God," groaned Diane as her body started to vibrate. "To be with you every night ... God, Liam, that would..." She ground herself back onto Liam's fingers, begging him to rub at her insides as she came. "Us ... together ... every night," Diane gasped. "You loving me, like I want to be loved..." Liam held his hard-on in one fist and shuffled forwards on his knees. The cock-head nudged his mother's body and he grabbed at her shoulder with one hand, the other hand clasping Diane's suspender belt. He moaned when he slid inside, with Diane moaning and groaning and craning her neck to look back at him. "Fuck me," Diane mumbled, her eyes imploring. "Please..." It was a noisy interval, three minutes of vigorous, very energetic coupling that saw Liam curled low over his mother's back, his hands full of her breasts, his hips jerking as he thrust into her with short, sharp stabs of his cock. Liam straightened and held Diane's waist, looking down with his jaw slack while his mother's body stretched around his girth, her cunt bulging on the outstroke. Diane loved it, adored taking her son's length, her insides clenching as she thought about just who it was who loved her so well. Thrilled by the taboo of taking his penis, Diane squealed with delight and reached for her clit. She rubbed herself, and the combination of her fingers working at her body and Liam's energetic pounding from behind got her there quickly. Diane came, sobbing and grunting, collapsing onto the bed and taking Liam down with her. Even as the orgasm shook his mother Liam manoeuvred her onto her side. Diane curled up into a ball, knees going to her chest as she kept on coming. Liam was determined to get inside her again. He needed to fuck. It was imperative that he lever his mother onto her back so he could spread her open and sink into her. Diane's fingers clawed at the bedcover, her head thrown back, spine arching while she grunted and moaned through her climax. Liam took the opportunity presented to him. He grabbed his mother's hip and pulled her close. Levering Diane's leg up, splaying her open once again, Liam aimed his cock-head and pushed. When her son entered her, Diane's eyes flew open. "Yes," she hissed, her face twisted with lust. "Do it to, me again." Diane reached for him, body twisting as she strained up, waist creased, an elbow on the mattress, and with her fingers grasping. She pulled Liam's mouth down on hers, desperate to have her son inside her. She wanted him in her cunt and her mouth. Diane's hips jerked and she sucked at Liam's tongue, her desire all consuming. "Mum," Liam croaked, eyes rolling when he pulled away from his mother's frantic efforts to kiss him. He lay on his side, thrusting into her instinctively, Diane's buttocks rippling with the assault as she pushed back to meet every shove. She craned around again and her son, Diane's stare manic while her body heaved and jerked. "Fuck me," she spat, her hand going back to her son's hip so she could pull more of him into her. Diane was nearly hysterical with the desperate need for Liam's meat to fill her. She needed him inside her, loving her, riding her climax. Her fingers clawed at Liam's thigh, raking the skin as his mother mewled and grunted, her whole body thrashing and rolling with effort. "Give it to me, Liam. I'm coming, baby. I'm still coming." The bed bucked and rolled, springs protesting while Liam concentrated on the rhythm his mother demanded. Liam gulped and blinked, struggling to hold it back, suddenly aware he was on the edge of pouring everything he had into his mother. "On your back," Liam snarled, his cock sliding out of his mother's body. "I want you like that." Diane moved quickly, hauling herself around to spread her legs for her son. "Fuck me!" she cried, inviting Liam into her body with widespread arms and legs. "I'm all yours, darling. I'll do anything you want ... Just keep fucking me." Liam scrambled between his mother's thighs. He paused a moment to take in her swollen vulva, labia glistening, her sex hot and cerise. "I love you, Mum," Liam mumbled. And then he was inside her again. They fucked together, both moving, both panting and grunting. At the same time, maintaining the vigorous action of his hips, Liam levered Diane's legs around his arms. He paused on the apex of his outstroke with his cock-head just inside Diane's opening, her knees hooked around the joint of his elbows. Diane gulped and stared up at her son, her tongue sliding over her lips as she gaped up at him, wide-eyed and panting. "I'm wide open for you," she sighed. "Look at me. I can't spread my legs any wider, darling. I'm here for you. You and your lovely cock." Diane began to move, hips rocking back and forth. "Give it to me," she purred. Liam thrust down, hard. His mother gasped, her hands going to the headboard. "You want it?" he grunted, thrusting again. The ornately carved headboard creaked as Diane pulled at it. "Yes," she moaned. The bedsprings began to creak again. Liam worked harder. "Here you are, Mum. Have me." "Oh God, Oh God," yelped Diane when her son drove into her. She felt so full of him. He was driving deep, touching her where she'd never felt a man before. Diane grunted and offered her uptilted cunt to her son for his pleasure. "Do it to me, Liam. My lovely boy. So big. So deep ... Ruin me ... Fucking smash me." Hearing that litany, listening to the unfamiliar rush of profanity from his mother's lips spurred Liam on. "Mum, you're so fucking lovely," he responded after a huge burst of love for his mother surged through him. "So beautiful, Mum." Liam gasped, head rolling as he turned his face to the ceiling. Wall-eyed and grimacing he began to pound at his mother, trying desperately to draw more obscenities from her lips. "You like fucking me," he snarled. "Do you, Mum? Do you love me doing this with you?" Diane's fingers were busy on her clit as her son ploughed into her. She was on her way again, could feel the climax bubbling. "I do," she squealed. "I love it. I want to do it again and again." She was panting by then, her words coming out in chopped sentences. "Love me. Do it to me. Oh, you naughty boy. You naughty, naughty boy. Doing this to your mother." "I want to do this to you all the time, too," Liam groaned. He was close, could feel it rising. "Am I better than him?" Liam gasped. His hips were going, buttocks tensing as he drove into Diane, her body hot and wet and clenching at his root. "Tell me, Mum ... Do I fuck better than my father?" "Oh, shit," Diane mewled. "Of course you do! He's never made me feel like this. Not even back when we were young." Diane's eyes went wide, huge and round as she looked up at her son with her expression shocked and her mouth a large O of surprise. "Oh!" she blurted. "Oh ... I'm going to..." Diane's face twisted, first into a slit-eyed smirk, her look feline in the seconds before her climax overtook her. Then, when the full force of her orgasm broke over her, Diane's features melted, her face going slack for a second or two until finally warping into a mask of ecstatic agony. "Me too," Liam bellowed. His head rolled loose on his neck while he thrust once, twice ... a third time. "I'm coming," he gasped, and let it go. Diane knew her son shouldn't be unloading like that inside her. It was courting danger, so risky, so irresponsible. Part of her realised the potential for disaster – her own son's seed flooding into her. But she didn't care, not at that moment. How could she? She was swept away by the tsunami wave of absolute bliss. Diane was there, her body rocking with the pleasure and release of her climax. Her son was loving her. She could feel him inside her, pulsing, his ejaculate pouring into her. In her mind's eye she saw Liam's cock ripple, she saw it throb as it pumped gooey jizm from the slit in the domed head. Diane imagined the shaft swelling, pulsing like a python swallowing a pig, the big muscle at its root forcing the semen out of her son. "You're coming inside me?" Diane mumbled. "You shouldn't ... Take it out, Liam ... You can't do it inside me." "I can't take it out," grunted her son. He pushed deeper, groaning while his cock continued to pump. "I can't take it out, Mum, it feels so good." Liam gasped and pushed into his mother. Diane gave a deep sigh of surrender. There was nothing else she could do except allow herself to ride it out. She was powerless to stem the flow of fluid that her son poured into her. And, deep down, in a dark and seldom visited place in her mind, Diane welcomed Liam's semen. Proof she loved her son as she said he did. Epilogue It was suddenly very real. So far they had kept it a secret, but now circumstances had changed. Diane's hands shook, she was nervous as hell and more than a little frightened. Her heart and lungs fought for space inside her chest. Every breath was a conscious effort. She lifted her skirt and pulled her underwear to her shins. Squatting, she lowered herself onto the cold ring of the seat and splayed herself with the tips of her fingers. Then, holding the stick in place with her other hand, Diane tensed her muscles and pee squirted out of her, splashed against the porcelain and tinkled into the water below. She held the stick in place, piss drenching it while Diane concentrated on her flow. And finally it was done. She sat there, knickers around her ankles as she waited, eyes glued to the little window on the top of the kit.