6 comments/ 94526 views/ 30 favorites The Forbidden Muse Ch. 01 By: Christopher71 (This story focuses on the progress of a profound romantic relationship between a 36 year old mother and her 20 year old son. This isn't a quick, "wham-bamm-thank you ma'am" story, but rather a thoughtful and arousing look into the dynamics of a son and his mother who struggle to accept the taboo destiny that society has placed upon them. Enjoy! Thanks to Mimi for her superior editing skills.) Its amazing how common romantic and respectful incest are becoming these days among rational adults. Now granted, this lifestyle is still way under the radar, but Google the word "incest", and I guarantee that most will find something that piques their particular interest. Most would be amazed by how many in this world have endured the undeniable incestuous cravings that pumps through their veins. So take me, a 33-year-old single IT programmer, your average everyday white guy who is still trying to find that perfect girl who can make my all my fantasies come true. Most of my friends gave in and settled for women who probably will never fulfill their deepest desires. I'm glad I held out this long, but at times it does get terribly lonely. While I don't let my looks go to my head, I do feel very comfortable with my looks and what I can offer an open-minded woman. I work out once a day to maintain my 6'2" muscular build, eat right and treat people with respect and kindness. Plus I make a great living with my job, and feel as if my dark Italian heritage will hopefully (someday) attract the right woman. The first hint of my own cravings came to me when I was 18 when I met my first serious girlfriend, who was a drop dead twin of my beautiful Aunt. I can specifically recall the moment I first saw her, and how deeply I fell in love with her on first seeing her. I even went as far as telling her how much she reminded me of my beloved aunt. But sadly, that was the only occasion of forbidden confession. Thankfully for her and my aunt, they both reinforced my passionate thirst for thick, rubenesque women. Not fat or obese, but women who packed all the right curves in all the right places. To me, there is simply nothing sexier than a sultry vixen with an hour glass figure with wide thick hips. It would be a defining attribute in all of my relationships after her. In my day to day life, I've become friends with a fellow co-worker who recently invited me to his church. While I've never been much of a churchgoer, but I thought "what the hell" and decided to give it a shot. After about three visits in a row, I found myself truly enjoying the relaxed atmosphere his church offered. There was also an overabundance of seemingly beautiful single women who also attended, and given that the church was one of the city's most popular and wealthiest congregations, I hoped for a "win-win" situation. It was on my fifth visit that I sat directly behind the most beautiful woman in the entire assembly. Meeting an attractive woman was my furthermost goal that morning, but given this woman's alluring features, I could hardly resist not taking notice. She stood roughly 5'5" in a gorgeous form fitting black skirt that fell just sky of her delicious golden knees. My guess was that she was approaching 40. She wore a luscious white angora sweater that perfectly hugged all of her ripe, voluptuous curves. Added to the picturesque vista was her lengthy golden hair that cascaded down to the middle of her back, slightly curled and so deserving of an appreciative set of hands to caress their silky strands. This woman seemed to boil with a subtle hint of raw sexuality. A deep natural tan perfectly accented her alluring features... I was enthralled. Later in the service, the minister asked the congregation to welcome everyone around them in an offering of peace and goodwill... a staple of his sermons, which I particularly enjoyed, especially on this morning. It was crazy at first with all the drooling old geezers making their way to the sexy blond to say hi. I motioned through the barrage of "hellos and hi's" with other members before making eye contact with her while we both were greeting others. It was like I was a high school kid all over again, seeing a girl whom you knew you wanted to make wild passionate love to. I literally felt my heart lock up when I saw the salacious glow in her sapphire eyes. I froze... and what was so amazing was that she did too. It was like time stood still for me, connecting in some supernatural way. "Hi." Was all I could muster. "Uhmm, hi." She replied, stepping back slightly. I blinked, making sure I was really looking at a woman who could truly be this beautiful. "You got a lot of fans here." I managed to say. A wide graceful smile eased across her supple face. She looked like someone I knew... a sexier, fuller Elizabeth Shue. She gleamed with a beauty my eyes had not seen in ages. "You think?" she answered. I laughed, smiling right back at her before looking down, somewhat intimidated by the golden magnificence before my eyes. I decided not to be too brash in my obvious attraction. "I'm Roger." I replied, offering her my hand in a typical social salutation. Her eyes immediately shot down to my left hand, where I knew she looked for a ring before extending her hand to mine. She tired to be so blasé about it, but instincts are sometimes unavoidable. "Laurie." She softly replied as our hands met. Just at that moment, the congregation began to sit back down. Our hands parted, but I could sense that the two of us didn't' want to stop. "Guess its showtime, huh?" I said, trying my best to pull back the monster of attraction I had for her. Her only reply was another gentle smile before turning around to sit. I couldn't help but admire the luscious round width of her ass as those bursting cheeks pressed down to the wood. I was hooked. After church, I made it a point to continue getting to know Laurie. It felt somewhat odd trying to score with a woman at church, but there was an enduring fire in my soul for this woman. It had been so long since I had met anyone who intrigued me on all levels like Laurie. You could just tell by the confident sexy look in her blue eyes that she loved to fuck, and would relish it with the hunger of a thousand women. I was thanklessly caught by a friend who wanted to talk after the service, allowing Laurie to slip away before we could continue our talk. Somewhat agitated, I blew it off and went about my business. But for the next few days, I was completely smitten by the intoxicating mystique and captivating mystery of who this voluptuous vixen was. That night, my insatiable thirst for a tanned, buxom blonde was quelled by perusing through the internet and watching as many videos as I could of healthy tan blondes being made love to in countless positions. Demanding undaunted freedom from my ignited urges, I lathered my thick seven-inch cock with KY and began the familiar rights of passage as I watched a heavenly blonde receive the wonderful efforts of her lover while on her knees. My fingers, dripping with the slick glossy lubricant, gently begged my twitching cock for the indulgence of doing this to Laurie. The slushy pops and gurgles of my steady massage brought a flurry of images and torrid thoughts as I focused on the image of Laurie's ass sitting down in that pew hours earlier. The video eventually stopped as my own fantasy of Laurie on her knees carried me away. There are good jerk offs, then there are fantastic ones where all elements of time and existence cease... this was one of them. All I could think about was Laurie's succulent ass, and how perfectly shaped it was. I simply loved a woman with a nice big ass... not fat or obese, but plentiful and buxom. Since I could remember, I was an ass man tried and true. I simply loved everything about an ass... its shape, the spherical grandeur of its intoxicating curves, and the beautifying mystery of the promise they carried. I imagined watching her cheeks ripple as I pounded her from behind, wildly clutching and clawing those golden orbs as her flesh summoned the seed of my essence. My body, now slick with perspiration, began shaking as my palm substituted for Laurie's boiling pussy. In one final violent thrust, I growled some unintelligible cry as a series of thick ropes of sperm volleyed from my glossy cock. God, I must have shot it out five to six feet high into the air, knowing this was a orgasm for the books. I must have sat motionless and spent at my desk for almost a half an hour before finding the energy to drag myself to bed. After about an hour of staring at the ceiling, I began to look back on my life and where my cravings for a woman like Laurie began. In the misty haze of memory, the most unexpected thought came to mind... my gorgeous Aunt. I tossed and turned in guilt for the next few hours as I envisioned my brunette, curvy Aunt Beth as she was years ago. It all made perfect sense as I fell to sleep... I had loved my Aunt as a kid, and as a man, I wanted a woman just like her no matter what the cost. In the weeks after my self-revelation, I made it a point to get to know Laurie as best as I could. Church was something I actually found enjoyable as each week, I would get a fantastic show of Laurie's new form fitting outfits and revealing blouses. And after about five weeks, I was finally able to get her phone number and ask her out for a date. I was beside myself. But in the back of my mind, I still couldn't get the flurry of images and fantasies of my Aunt Beth to stop. I began perusing the Internet to quench my growing desires, and found a wealth of wonderful stories and videos that focused on my forbidden hopes. I even watched several mother/son videos and began envying the young guys who were lucky enough to score with their beautiful and still fertile mothers. One story in particular caught my eye late one night... it was a story that depicted a 19 year old son going so far as to wed his own mother, lovingly impregnating her. My heart locked up in erotic trauma. Even though the story was fictitious, it was so well written with profound tenderness, handling the relationship with delicate care and regard. I kept going back to the same two sentences where the son was struggling with all of his might to make his mother pregnant. As outlandish and unlawful as that was, it seemed so completely natural to me. It triggered a long-forgotten sentiment within as I remembered back to my first few girlfriends, and how much I loved them and wanted to permanently "brand" them as mine with a child spawned from our unwavering love. Even then, the concept inspired me to no end. I took extra care in stroking my aching cock to an unbelievable and staggering orgasm that night as I envisioned Laurie as my very own mother, that curvy tan flesh atop me, milking my life giving cock for her son's anxious seed. I did my best to pursue the marvelous story, reading the shocking revelations of incestuous need and desire. The mother began to beg her son to fulfill their destiny, to inseminate the very womb that he was created in. My eyelids fluttered, gasping in welcomed trauma of the richly passionate saga of mother/son intercourse. Each word seemed to epitomize the perfect coupling. How the son clutched his mother's ass so dangerously as she rode him for all he was worth... the sweat that glued their bodies together, the endless gasps and cries for release and conception. I felt my body lock up, focussing on the hope in the son's heart to forever emblazon his own mother as his woman for all time. I fell out of the chair to my knees as I watched a huge string of cumm explode from me. Another torrent gushed outward, imagining the mother's belly swelled with her son's child. I was in complete heaven. One Week Later... I felt like I was going on my first date. I thought at 33, I would be over the jitters of going out with a woman. But considering the fantasies I had been having, I did feel as if this was a "first" of sorts. After some harmless "get to know you" e-mails, I found out Laurie was three years older than me, 36. I had intentionally stopped jerking off five days prior to our first date to save up my stamina just in case I was lucky enough to go all the way with Laurie. By the time I knocked on her door that Friday night, I was like a caged beast eager for release. The door opened, and instead of Laurie, I was face to face with a tall strapping fellow whom I assumed was Laurie's boyfriend. My guess was he was in his early 20's, but by the time I had sized him up, both of our Alpha Male genes had kicked in, ready for battle. I could tell this kid wanted nothing to do with me as he barely even looked at me. "Mom!" he began. "It's for you." As he walked off, not even saying hi or greeting me. Mom? Laurie was a mom? And of a young man that I mistook for her lover? My mind immediately took that notion into the realm of the forbidden, but I purposely stopped that thinking. I had to keep my impure musings out of this... at least for now. Laurie finally came to the door as we both left for our romantic dinner across town. She looked fantastic. Her dark dress had an unforgettable "V" neck that showed off her deep motherly cleavage, and hugged her nice wide ass and thighs just oh so right. That bronzed tan and long flowing blonde hair made me melt, and just being in her presence was exhilarating. With our dinner and wine, our small talk had moved to the more significant topics. Come to find out, Laurie had just gotten out of an abusive relationship with an idiot who stole money from her and left her bankrupt. She and her son were forced to live in a one-bedroom apartment with her son having to sleep on a futon. I felt terrible for her, and as I listened to her talk, my taboo nature began whispering in my ear as I thought "If I was her son, I'd be in bed with you instead of that damn futon." That line of thinking made me ask her about her son. "I thought he was your boyfriend when he answered the door." I sheepishly commented. "Yea, I get that a lot," Laurie began. "Poor Brian just has a hard time with me dating." "Can't blame him," I thought to myself. "I wouldn't want to share you either." After a few minutes talking about her son, I could tell Laurie was delighted that I was taking such an interest in her son, asking a barrage of questions. Little did she know that I was envisioning a sizzling relationship between Brian and Laurie. I even went as far as telling her some young guys prefer older women as the comment drew a subtle laugh. I did my best to keep my dirty mind out of the gutter for the rest of the evening, but all I could keep thinking about was how to get Brian in the sack with his mom. Our date came to an end as I shared my first kiss with Laurie in my car. I intentionally held back from going further as Laurie even complimented me on not trying to go all the way. I couldn't believe my restraint. I actually found myself thinking that Laurie was, in some twisted path of fate, actually Brian's woman. I couldn't believe that I had turned down this remarkable chance to score with Laurie in favor of her son. All the way home, I cursed myself for thinking such horrid thoughts, especially considering I had met this woman in a church. But when I got home, I immediately went back to my computer to read a newly posted erotic story about a mother coming to terms with her irrefutable feelings for her son. "What are the chances of finding this particular story after my first date with Laurie?" I asked myself as I relished masturbating to the concept of Laurie and Brian's hopeful coupling. Now that I had a mental image of what Brian looked like, it was easy to imagine Laurie nestled in his strong and protective arms. What kind of pervert had I become? In the weeks that followed our first date, my morbid thoughts only grew. I couldn't focus on work, much less building a relationship with Laurie, yet I went to great lengths to include Brian on many of our outings. I took the two to a NFL game, movies, and even my company's Christmas party. But Brian's resistance to me was obvious, although when I was away from them, his disposition noticeably changed. Sometimes I would stand off, watching the two talk to each other and mingle. It was clear to me that Brian adored his mother immensely, and having me around only fueled his animosity. Watching how the two interacted convinced me beyond any doubt that they truly belonged to each other. Perhaps my involvement in their lives was to bring them together as man and woman. It started to make complete sense... so what if they were related? If Brian could make his mother happy and feel loved, who gives a shit if she gave birth to him? It was there that I began to see that true love comes in many different forms, far different than what I was taught. And honestly, Laurie looked so much happier around him than me... she seemed to be truly content. For Christmas, I bought Brian a new Xbox with Grand Theft Auto IV. I knew that if I were to be the matchmaker between these two, then I would have to befriend Brian as well. That gift seemed to break the ice, as he loved playing it. Laurie commented that she had "lost" her son when I gave him the game, but I reassured her that at least he would always be home. She looked away with a thoughtful look, contemplating my off-handed comment. I finished the thought by adding, "at least he's not out getting some girl pregnant". I could tell that remark brought a mixed reaction of relief and possible longing, but then again, maybe I was looking way too much into it. After the holidays, I asked Brian to go hit the bar scene with me one weekend while Laurie was out of town on work. He eagerly agreed as we hit all the popular bars and clubs, having a great time. He actually loosened up as we hopped from bar to bar. He had just turned 21, so he was due for some good times. While we drank and scoped out the women, we started talking about all sorts of things. I felt like we were becoming good buds as I pointed out a handful of hot looking girls his age. He was pretty good looking too, and could easily land any woman he so chose. He stood about 6'2", short dark hair, and had a nice muscular physique on him. Hell, even I was envious of his muscular body and nice broad shoulders. I thought he looked like a pumped up Ashton Kutcher with his dark eyes and thick brown hair. So after watching him go off chasing a few different chicks, he came back to our table and sat down to throw back another beer. "Dude, we need to hit a strip club." I said. "Really?" Brian replied, as if a kid granted access to the cookie jar. "Really. Let's go." I said, grabbing my coat. It had been about a year since I paid a visit to this club, but knew a handful of very sexy mid 30's dancers still worked there. Walking into the dimly lit establishment, I scanned the entire room for one particular dancer whom I remembered reminded me of Laurie. My plan was in place... pay off this dancer to spend about an hour with Brian, and all the while, pay her to refer to him as her "son". Finding her in the back corner with her ass swaying in some lucky guy's face, I had Brian sit at a table while I told him I had to go to the restroom. Of course, that wasn't my intention, but he was too smitten by all the naked debutantes strolling about the club. Making my way back to where the blonde was, I waited for her to finish her dance, then approached her. With my best smile and a $100 bill in hand, my eyes were filled with this buxom babe's healthy sized breasts and hourglass figure. "Just like his mom." I thought to myself as I said hi. "I was wondering if you could do me a big favor." I bravely started. "Uhmm," she replied, seeing my crisp currency. "Anything." Pointing out Brian across the room, I said "My buddy over there has a thing for girls like you." The Forbidden Muse Ch. 01 "Just his lucky day." She replied, running her finger down along my arm in a lewd manner. "But he's also got this thing for mom's, and I want you to surprise him." I continued. "I'll have him calling me 'mommy' before I'm through with him." She responded. "Be sure to call him 'son', and you 'mother'. The whole 'mommy' thing might scare him away." I said. "Mother sounds sexier anyway." She cooed back as I gazed down the beautiful dark cleavage of her shapely breasts. I sighed, knowing she was right. "Yea it does." I handed her another $100 bill, wanting to bury my face in her tawny breasts. "Anything he wants," I whispered. "Just give me a few minutes to get back to the table." She purred, rubbing up against me as I inhaled her intoxicating perfume. "What about you, stud? Do you need your mother tonight?" "Oh my God," I answered in haste. "You'd be perfect... but him first." Taking both $100 bills, the blonde tucked the cash between her tits as the paper vanished in flesh. I gulped back my anxiety, wishing it were me who could live out this timeless fantasy. "If he asks, your name is Laurie." I told her before she nodded and walked away. I watched her shapely figure slink off, swaying her dazzling wide hips like a washing machine. She had a perfect ass just as Laurie did... big, wide, and absolutely delicious. And she looked just her age too. Wiping my face in disbelief, I stood there, somewhat startled by what I had just done. I could not believe I had just paid a stripper to go play out this fantasy. I was hoping it would eventually become not just my fantasy, but Brian's too. Returning to the table with a couple of beers, Brian looked up at me, slightly irritated. "Where have you been?" he asked before the blonde approached him from his blind side, rolling around him to smother her luscious tits in his face. I sat down, watching the taboo initiation begin. At first, Brian fought it as he leaned back to see the marvelous woman before his very eyes. "Hi sexy." She purred, leaning over to kiss his ear. His nerves got the best of him as he glanced over at me for any help. I shrugged my shoulders and took a swing of beer as she accosted him. "I think I know what you need, handsome." She continued. "Wh-wh-what's that?" he barely answered. "A mother who loves you." She answered, taking each of her heavy tits in her hand, massaging them in a provocative, suggestive style. Brian froze, watching her hands work their magic. It was as if the word 'mother' had somehow stabbed his heart. "Look at your mother's tits, love," she murmured. "You remember these, don't you?" She softly said before glancing at me with a wink. It was as if Brian had been frozen alive. The poor guy couldn't move, he was so fascinated by her taboo, yet familiar remarks. "Maybe if you put your lips to them, you'll remember what you did when you were a baby." She continued before leaning down to let her tits dangle over his head. "Oh my God." Brian stammered as he locked up. I couldn't see anything, but knew the rubenesque stripper had concocted a perfect spell of utter passion for the hapless young man. I could barely make out what was happening, but could see his head leaned all the way back. The blonde started to coo once more as she slothfully arched back and forth, dragging her swollen udders over his face. "Put your hands on mother's ass, baby," She whispered as he did, very cautiously. "Yes, that's it. You like the feel of mother's ass in those manly hands, don't you?" "Yea." Brian somehow managed to reply. "Let's go somewhere alone." She suggested, standing up with his hand in hers. The two stood as Brian was riveted by the stripper's forbidden proposal. It was like he was a zombie, all focused and centered on her and nothing more. I knew then my hunch had paid off. He couldn't even acknowledge me as she led him back to a private room, but then again, I probably wouldn't have either had I been in his shoes. Phase 1 of my scheme was well into play, and I could not wait to see what transpired from Brian's excursion into the taboo realm of sexual privilege. I had a few dances and downed a couple of more beers before I noticed that Brian had been with the stripper for well over an over. I laughed to myself, thinking as to what he must have been going through. He was probably living out every guy's ultimate fantasy right now. "Hey." Came a familiar voice as I spun around. It was Brian's stripper, casting a huge smile as she sat down beside me to light up a cigarette. "I'm off at 3, and was going to leave with Brian if that's okay," She continued. "Can you guys wait?" "Sure," I said, amazed by his stunning luck. "But isn't that gonna cost more?" She chuckled, taking a drag from her smoke. "Honey, this is one of the hottest fucking things I've ever wanted to do," She said. "I just wonder what his real mom must think." "She looks just like you." I replied. "So he's got a thing for her?" she asked. "I'd be willing to bet on it." I answered. "God that's so fucking hot," She replied, standing up. "Just do me a favor and don't tell anyone I'm leaving with him. I'd get in huge trouble if they found out." "Your secret is safe, sweetie." I said as she leaned over to give me a hug. "Thank you." She whispered into my ear. "Let me at least get you two a hotel room," I answered as I felt her majestic breasts pillow against my chest. "How about a nice suite for a night or two?" "Great," she said. "But why are you so gung-ho about all this?" Should I tell her? Oh hell, why not. "Because I have a hunch that he and his mother should be together." I whispered back. The stripper stood back up with a glowing smile. "Ahhh, playing matchmaker, huh?" I nodded yes as her smile widened. "Wow," she replied. "You'd be amazed by how many guys come in here wanting the same thing. I laugh it all off, but your son makes it so real." "Oh he's not my son," I explained. "I'm dating his mom." "Holy shit," the stripper exclaimed. "What a great guy." "Thanks," I said. "I'll have a suite for you two at the Holiday Inn down the street." Smiling, she grasped my hand with hers as she walked off. I could tell she was touched by what I was doing. I literally could not believe my luck, or what she had just said. And not to mention how many other guys sought the same when they came here. That proved to me that this fantasy was much more common than originally thought. I sat there, nearly dumbfounded by this evening's turn of events. A few minutes later, Brian came back to the table, looking like a kid on Christmas morning. I put my hand up for a "high-five" as he sat down, both of us marveling at his luck. After a few minutes of congratulations and typical male back patting, Brian got somewhat serious. "Dude, that whole mom thing was just a joke you know." He remarked, trying to cover up the feared taboo nature of it. I knew he was just trying to cover his ass. After all, I was dating his mom, and if word got back to her... well, he knew the consequences as well as I did. "Oh I know man," I replied. "But it's nothing to be ashamed of. A lot of guys like it." "Just don't say anything to mom about this please." He begged. "Dude," I came back. "You're a guy. Guys think a lot of things, and believe me man, there's nothing wrong with what you just did." "Yea but the whole 'mom' thing's weird, I know." He shot back. "Well, to most maybe," I answered, sitting back in my chair trying to diffuse the wrongfulness of this fantasy. "But man, really... you'd be amazed by how many guys think about it." Brian sat up as I could see the wheels turning in his mind. He was very interested. "You mean, what?" he nervously started. "You mean... their moms?" "Yep," I responded nodding yes. "I have an aunt who I really really thought was the bomb. Girls I would date looked like her, and I guess... well, I guess you could say I was in love with her." "Your own aunt?" Brian asked in a shocked tone. I nodded yes, taking another sip of beer. Brian looked down, absorbing the exhilarating prospect. "Did you... I mean, did you ever like... tell her?" he asked. "No," I started. "And believe me, there isn't day that goes by where I don't kick myself for not saying or trying anything either." Brian sat back in his chair, as if all the secrets of the universe had just been revealed. I could tell that all the years of guilt and condemnation he had suffered through had been suddenly healed. I had to seal the deal before he questioned himself again. "And believe me, man," I started. "I know I'm like dating your mom... but dude, if I were you... well, let's just say you are one lucky bastard. I'd say you would be sick if you didn't want her." Brian glared back at me, as if he wanted to slit my throat. "Oh shit." I thought to myself, as I feared I said something out of line. I knew that guilt took control of his thoughts. "You're sick." He seethed. I shrugged my shoulders as I leaned back. "I'm just sayin', man. Don't beat yourself up for being human. You're not the only guy who's been through it." With that, I stood up and left to have another dance. I knew then and there that what I said was risqué, but well worth it considering the eventual pay-off. I honestly felt what I was saying was right. All men go through the trials and uncertainty of wanting their mothers in some way. It's in our nature to identify the women close to us in our early years, and to ponder the sexual possibilities of such a forbidden love. Not only was I saying this stuff, but I really came to believe it. Why had guilt and sin been tagged to what seemed to be so completely natural and true? Granted, a world full of mother/son couples wouldn't be ideal, but why deny the very essence of what a man is? After a couple of sizzling dances, Brian came up to me at the bar with an apologetic look. "Hey, I'm sorry I got all pissed at you back there." He said. "I just, I don't know. I'm just confused by it all." I replied by putting my hand on his collar with a supportive smile. "Its alright buddy." I started. "Don't beat yourself up over it. Just enjoy tonight and have fun, man." Brian relaxed and ordered another beer. "Oh, I meant to tell you that I'm gonna leave with that chick tonight," He began. "She and I kind of hit it off, and... you know." "That's great, man!" I almost shouted out. "Go for it! You guys need a room?" "Well, I was gonna ask if I could borrow some..." he started before I stepped in. "Nope, my treat. I'll get you guys a room at the Holiday Inn," I offered. Brian thanked me profusely as we finished up the night at the club. I left about around 2am to go pay for their room, but on the way over; a torrid idea came to mind. I had a wireless camera setup back at the office we were to use for security, but had yet to install it. With minimal effort, I could watch and listen to whatever Brian and his make-believe buxom mother experienced that night. With a quick detour, I swung by work and picked up the gear and quickly made it back to the hotel to go set up the camera before the happy couple arrived. Hiding the camera behind the TV set, I got myself a room on the other end of the hotel so I could watch the taboo lovemaking unfold. I couldn't believe the lengths I was going to for this guy... let alone the sheer "pervert" factor I felt. But I found myself relishing every second of this dramatization. I sent Brian a text message, telling him that his door key was waiting for he and his "mother" at the front desk. All the pieces in the game had been set. I made it just in time as I watched Brian and the gorgeous blond walk in. Thankfully, I had remote access to the camera and could pan, tilt, and zoom as I wished. I panned over to watch the two walked in, hand in hand as the blond suffocated Brian with a smoldering kiss. Making out like two famished beasts, they managed to back up to the king sized bed behind them. The picture quality was not that bad as I could plainly see many details. "Tell me about your mom." She groaned, suckling his lips with a hunger of a thousand women. "She's a lot like you," Brian replied between the meshing of their anxious mouths. "So beautiful... so hot." With the stripper's back to the edge of their bed, Brian's delirious hands flowed down the stripper's arched back, stopping only when his palms had cupped a handful of the healthy globes of her King sized ass, kneading the rich goodness of their buxom shape. Feeling her ass being gently manhandled, the blond cried out in ecstasy. "Oh my God you're gonna be so fucking good tonight," She breathlessly cried before Brian buried his face between her shapely breasts. "My handsome son." Hearing that remark stoked the fires of his forbidden love, lifting her into his arms as he tongued the deep valley of her cleavage before covering her neck and ears with his boiling saliva. "God mother, I've wanted this for so long." Brian wailed before their mouths met once more. Wow, he was really getting into this. Watching Brian act out his lifelong fantasy was all the proof I needed to do my best to get Laurie to (hopefully) feel the same. I just sat there; watching in astonishment as the stripper blessed her "son" with countless cries and pleas for guiltless intercourse. I was hard as a rock, but was too overwhelmed by the surreal passion these two were sharing. It was like watching a train wreck in super slow motion. I couldn't take my eyes off of them, not sure what was sexier... their acts of forbidden delight, or their reactions. The blond had Brian stripped of his clothes before she fell to her knees to gauge the heavy stalk twitching less than an inch from her mouth. That guy's cock must have been eight or nine inches long, and massively thick. She sat there and admired the cock's twitching reflexes for a few moments, caressing its skin in speechless wonder. "I made this," She whispered. "I made this cock just for me." Brian teetered back and forth, shivering with pure hope. "Its always been for you, mother." He anxiously whispered back. She gazed up at Brian, tediously dragging the backs of her fingernails upward along his athletic stomach and chest. "Tell me how long you've wanted me." Begged the stripper. "All my life," he replied. "Forever." "Yea?" she asked. Brian abruptly nodded yes, hoping her lips would soon wrap around his tingling shaft. He was the perfect gentleman though, not rushing or trying to force himself on her. Both of his hands stroked her luscious blond tresses slowly and gently, just as a good son should do. "You're the love of my life." He asserted. The stripper shuddered, "Oh my fucking God." She muttered as her eyelids fluttered in scandalous anxiety. I nearly fell out of my chair when he said that. I could see why Brian wanted his mother Laurie sexually, but to avow his feelings like this was beyond what I had expected. It hit me then that perhaps Brian and his mother weren't meant for just sex, but maybe a serious long-term relationship... maybe even to spend the rest of their lives together. The blond sunk downward as her lips glazed the thick helmet of Brian's cock. Crying out in rhapsody, Brian dug his fingernails into her skull as I watched the bulbous nub vanish into her hungry mouth. Tasting the ample girth as it tucked itself into her mouth, the stripper groaned in lewd satisfaction as her hands reached around to clasp Brian's smooth muscular ass. His head leaned backward as his eyes closed. He flinched several times, yet somehow managed to remain standing as the stripper swallowed more and more of his throbbing length. "Mu... mu... mother!" he cried out for the entire world to hear. "Oh my GAWD, mother." Her response was a low guttural moan of raw hunger while more and more of his cock vanished between her full glossy lips. Before long, her nose had pressed itself to his pubic hairs. She stayed fixed on her position, soothing his blistering cock with her tongue. I couldn't believe she had that entire beast in her mouth, so effortlessly and without gagging once. Brian's anxious breaths grew as he gazed down to view the incredible vista. He moaned as if a helpless child, surrendering to the inescapable fate he knew belonged to him and him alone. "I love you, mother," he professed. "God I love you so much." Her eyes looked up at him as their gazes met. Next, she slowly pulled her mouth away, leaving behind a sleek and glossy cock in her wake. Brian regained his footing before she dived back in, ingesting his entire cock in one swift fluid motion. His arms began to quake, as did his chest, shivering as if outside in 20 below-zero cold. "Tell her you need her, Brian," I whispered, getting into the spectacle. "Make her your woman." The blond fell into a rapid, sweeping rhythm that nearly brought Brian to the floor. I could hear the sweet symphony of her mouth popping and crackling as his cock sawed in and out of her wide-open mouth. Man, she really loved it too, and I could tell. Some women are shy and bashful when sucking cock, but this woman adored every second of it. She sucked on it as if it was her life force, and perhaps it was the mother-son fantasy that made her so eager and willing. "Muth... God mother you're gonna make me cumm," Brian confessed as he violently convulsed. "Make... me... cumm." Her head thrashed in a quick flurry, begging for Brian's living essence. I could tell he was about to cumm as his entire body locked up in a series of violent seizures. In a hazy cry, Brian echoed his love for his mother and arched his back, pushing his hips against the blonde's hungry mouth, holding her head tight. Her fingernails dug into his ass as her head briefly stopped moving. The look on her face clearly spoke volumes. I could tell she was savoring Brian's seed for the first time and savoring every delicious mouthful. " She actually swallowed him." I thought to myself as I watched Brian collapse to the floor. The stripper held firm, keeping his cock safe in her mouth as he crumbled to the carpet. Powerful aftershocks shredded his flesh apart as I began to wonder if by some extraordinary way, Laurie could sense, wherever she was at that moment, that her own son had just came for her. I could only imagine what he must have been thinking at the moment of climax... was he thinking of her intoxicating beauty? Or maybe her luscious, full ass? Or being inside the very womb that made him the man he had become? Flat on his back, Brian lifted up with his misty eyes to plant a full tongued kiss on the stripper's semen sprinkled lips. Bringing all of his weight and vigor into the kiss, Brian wrapped his arms around her, focusing all of his being into this moment of forbidden gratitude and thankfulness. "God I love you, Mother," he murmured, lazily savoring his own sperm between kisses. "You did this to me. You really did it." "Yea," she hissed, returning his kiss with equal passion. "Your mother made you cumm, didn't she?" "Yea... yea." He thankfully answered, cradling her head in his hands. "Your mom is one lucky lady," she added. "You better do your best to win her over." "Oh I will," he guiltlessly admitted. "You bet your ass I will." Their kisses subsided as they finally crawled upon the bed. Holding her curvy tan flesh in his arms, the stripper took pleasure from their sinful wrongdoing. "Tell me about her," She lovingly whispered. "I want to know everything." Brian sighed, unsure where to even start. I sat up in keen interest, fascinated to hear how this lifelong aspiration came to be. "Wow," he started. "I guess it all started when I was a kid. I mean, she's just so damn beautiful." Brian started explaining. The Forbidden Muse Ch. 01 "When did you first know you wanted her?" the stripper asked. "About four years ago at my senior prom," He answered without hesitation. "I wasn't having any luck getting a girl to take, and I told mom about it, and she blurted out that she'd go with me. I was like, 'are you serious?', and she was like 'yea, why not?'. So after that, I started to think about what we'd do on our date and then... well, it just... made sense." The exotic stripper sat with a delighted expression on her lovely face, listening to the young man let it all out about the unrequited love for his mother. Lying on the bed together arm in arm, Brian bared it all, describing how his earliest memories planted the seeds of forbidden love of a lifetime and beyond. As he spoke, the stripper laid her head on his chest to gaze at his cock, which naturally began to thicken as he spoke of his mother. Transfixed on his growing manhood, she slowly began to caress the thick distended vein that carried his seed. "I can't believe a guy gets this hard talking about his mother," She whispered, carefully tracing the sweet mass of his cock's base. "God that's so fucking hot." Brian's penis reached its impressive peak as it began twitching yet again, like a life force all its own. It's fate predetermined and deliberate... to be inside the very womb that had created it. Following a drawn out kiss, the stripper lifted her thick beige leg across his groin as she mounted the hopeful young man. I couldn't see their faces as her ass was pointed right at the camera, but could hear everything. I couldn't take much more as I jumped out of my pants and instantly began stroking my own frantic life force. "Think of her when you fuck me," The stripper breathlessly told Brian. "Imagine it's really her doing this to you." "Oh mother," Brian anxiously replied as his hands admired the smoothness of her golden thighs and healthy ass. "So many years I've wanted this." She reached below, grasping that stinging rod of life, guiding it to her dripping vulva. I could tell he was about to fulfill his destiny as she held his tip to the lips of her buttery pussy, letting him comprehend the torrid goodness of her sacred offer. Brian gasped, as if about to be pushed over a thousand foot cliff. With an irrefutable kiss of certainty, the blond eased her wide hips down, swallowing Brian's cock in an unhurried motion. Both cried out in narcosis, keenly aware of the immoral implications of their lovemaking. "Ahhhhhhh God," declared the greedy stripper. "Back where you belong." All Brian could summon was a helpless cry of hope as he massaged the plumpness of his lover's backside. I knew this was too good to be true for the guy. I sat, literally frozen in time watching these two make love as mother and son. I couldn't believe the intensity of their coupling, let alone the ramifications of it. I marveled at the luscious beauty of their fucking, how beautiful the blond was atop her young man, giving him the working over of his life. Imagining that golden tan body was Laurie's, rocking back and forth atop her manly son, her ass clawed and tugged at as I watched his glossy cock vanish and reappear again and again was simply too much to sustain. After a few minutes of pounding the blond from beneath, Brian easily lifted his make believe mother, putting her on her knees as he lovingly mounted her doggy style. I groaned aloud, urging him on as I admired the sweet buxom form of the stripper's thick thighs and king-sized ass waving high in the air. Their bodies' now glistened in sweat as loud slaps of their fucking echoed throughout the room. The stripper had her face embedded in her pillow, crying aloud in fond dismay as she brutally clawed at the sheets of the bed. I watched her face contort and grimace with each voracious thrust, aghast by her sincere, yet risqué expressions. "Fucking my mother." Panted Brian, looking down at the plush wide ass receiving the frenzied plunges of his lifelong cravings. "Yeah," she replied. "Its so fucking good, isn't it baby?" He somehow mumbled a "yeah" as her words roused even more strength from Brian, holding the widest crest of her motherly hips as he looked up in amazement. Every muscle in his body compressed as I could tell he was about to cumm. She knew it too, raising herself up to her elbows to look back around at her portrayed son. "Give me that cumm," she barked, hurling all of her weight back at him. "Give your mother what she wants." That was it. Her verbal mind-fuck threw the sweat soaked young man over the edge. Every vein in his neck swelled as he bellowed out in depraved release. He was cumming inside her, and she loved every fleeting second of it. I watched orgasm ripple from his body to hers as he poured every ounce of his life force into her. 'Oohs' and 'Aaahs' mixed in with loving cries for 'mother' and 'son' made the scene even more gratifying as I began figuring out how to get Laurie to swap places with this sexy stripper. I knew then that I had to do all I could to get these two in bed together. I didn't go to sleep until 7 that morning. I was exhausted. I had watched as much as I could between Brian and his "mother" as they shared so many wonderful ideas and positions. I had no idea Brian was an ass man like I was... he nearly went insane when she begged him to fuck her ass, and that was after he spent nearly an hour with his tongue tucked deep in her ass. Around check out time, the front desk called to wake me as I sluggishly got my belongings and checked out. Luckily, Brian and his "mother" had already left as I took my extra card key to retrieve my camera and microphone. I still couldn't believe my luck in how I got those two in the sack, let alone to fulfill my shared taboo fantasy. It was Sunday and Laurie would be home later that afternoon. The mere thought of Brian looking at his mom after living out this dark fantasy thrilled me to no end. I couldn't even begin to imagine the excitement and fear that Brian must have been going through. What I would give to be in that guy's shoes. I stayed at the house for the rest of the afternoon, arranging the video from the night before. I had about a dozen different scenarios of how to introduce the two to a life of forbidden delight... some were forcing the two to make love, one was playing matchmaker as I would send Laurie flowers and gifts from an anonymous admirer. I just didn't know which one was best suited for them. Obviously, I didn't want to force the two together, as that would certainly not foster true love on any level. I was stumped. After finishing Brian's video, I realized my solution was right in front of me the entire time... give Laurie a DVD of her son's torrid lovemaking. I knew full well that if I did that, then it would be just a matter of time before they would both know I set it all up. I was fine with that, but wanted them to experience the sweet reward of having fucked each other first before I let the "cat out of the bag" that it was I who had arranged it all. Laurie called me after she landed to see what I was up to. She was on her way home and wanted me to meet her at the house. Burning an extra DVD, I happily made my way to her apartment. Seeing her after the previous night's debacle made me appreciate her even more. She looked radiant as she leapt into my arms, greeting me with a fiery kiss. Surprised, I returned her intensity as we quickly went inside. "I missed you." Laurie whispered as our kiss continued. "I missed you too," I replied, admiring her wholesome flesh in my arms. "Is Brian here?" Shaking her head no, I could tell Laurie wanted more from this moment. Up until now, Laurie held me back from sex. And with the fantasy on my mind almost 24/7, it didn't bother me as much as I thought it would have. But now, that was quickly changing with each passing second. "I thought you wanted to wait?" I gasped, feeling the sweeping contours of her wide ass in my hands. "So what," she whispered back. "I want this." Now was my moment of true honesty. Do I go ahead with it, relishing the joy of Laurie's rich golden beauty, or drop the dreaded incest bomb that would forever change her life. I couldn't believe that I had actually asked myself the question. "Laurie," I began as the concerned boyfriend. "We have to talk." "About what?" she panted, agitated by my hesitance. I could still back out and pretend this never happened. Taking out the DVD from my jacket, I handed it over to Laurie with a look of trouble. "Brian was over last night and left this in my DVD player." "What is it?" she said as she took it. I knew then that my last chance to end this craziness had vanished. I couldn't believe I had passed up this awesome chance at bedding Laurie for the sake of her son. This had better be worth it. "Well," I stammered. "Its kind of... interesting." "Can't we just watch it later?" she asked, setting down the DVD. "Its about Brian," I began. "He's on that. I don't know how or why it ended up in my DVD player, but I wanted you to know about it first." "But why?" she asked with a baffled expression. "I don't know how to say this except to just show it to you." I said as I took the DVD in my hands. I brought it over to her TV and put it in. My breath was shallow with anxiety, but had a good hunch this was going to be well worth it. Closing the DVD player, it took a few seconds for the video to come on the screen, but when it did, I heard Laurie gasp in horror as she saw her son knelt behind the curvy stripper, pounding her into the abyss of forbidden ecstasy. "Oh God mother," shouted Brian as he hurled every ounce of his strength into her. "I'm gonna cumm!" "Yes baby, cumm for your mother," she chanted him on. "Cry her name when you cumm." "Laurie! OH my GAWD, Laurie!!" Brian screamed as he planted his cock deep inside the lustrous blonde's womb. I turned to watch Laurie's paralyzed expression as she heard her own child cry out in the sacred throes of orgasm. It was as if she had been stabbed with a sword. I did my best to put on a face of concern and worry, but inside, I was hoping that this would be the defining moment of unconditional recognition for her. She sat there, stone faced and numb as she watched her sweat soaked son tug at the blonde's wide hips, trying to get as deep as humanly possible within her. As the narcosis of his orgasm subsided, Laurie watched Brian lean over the stripper's back to kiss her, slowly running his hands up alongside her vivid golden flesh. Laurie suddenly shot up from the couch, shutting off the TV in horror and confusion. "I didn't know how to tell you." I started. "Just... just... don't say anything," She replied, covering her face with her trembling hands. "Oh my God... oh my freaking GOD!" It took over an hour for the shock to wear off before she could rationally talk about what she had just seen. Anger, confusion, and repressed fascination were all at play as I did my best to console her. She started asking me if I ever thought such things, and in a roundabout way, I admitted that in some cases, it was perfectly normal for guys Brian's age to feel certain things. Of course, that branded me a freak, but my immediate response was "How could he not want a woman like you, Laurie? You're incredibly gorgeous and have so much to offer." "Are you saying its okay?" she fired back. "I'm saying that any normal red blooded American male would find you sexy, just as I do." I said. "Even if he's my own son?" she demanded. "Yeah," I timidly answered as she sighed in animosity. "Laurie, this doesn't make you or him a freak. Geez, at least he's not out doing drugs or killing kids like most guys his age. We're all sexual creatures, and it's in our nature to want what we see day in and day out." Laurie paced the room, coming apart at the seams. I could tell this would be a hard sell. "Look, be perfectly honest with me, okay?" I said, standing up to challenge her thinking. "Tell me you've never looked at Brian through the eyes of a woman and noticed him for what he is. Tell me you've never thought of him in any other way beside his mom, and I'll destroy that DVD and never bring this up again." With her arms crossed and a forced look of will, she uttered "Never." "Fine," I replied, taking the DVD out of the player and grabbing my coat. "I'll never mention this again." As I headed toward the door, I stopped for one last remark. "But just keep in mind that your son isn't a freak or whatever you think he might be. Truth be told, I know exactly what he's going through." "Then you're just as sick as he is." She snarled back at me. With that, I shut the door behind me as I left. I didn't hear from Laurie or Brian again. One Month Later Frustrated, I did my best to move on and try to put it all behind me. I still found the fantasy to be deeply compelling, but kicked myself for even trying such a farce with a real life mother and son. A month went by before my phone at rang at work. "I.T. Department, this is Roger." I answered. "Hey." Came the low timid voice of Laurie. "Well hey back!" I happily replied, genuinely delighted to hear her loving voice. "How are you?" "I'm... okay I guess," Laurie went on to say. "I just wanted to see how you were. I've missed you." "I've missed you too," I said. "It's been weird not seeing or talking to you." "This whole month has been weird," she said. "Listen, would you like some coffee sometime? I wanted to talk about some things with you." "Absolutely," I answered. "I'd love to see you." I could tell she wasn't herself. Her voice said it all... she was still confused and needed someone to talk to. I smiled, knowing I was that person. That night, we met at Starbucks, and she looked tired. Very tired. I immediately hugged her as we sat down. She looked incredibly nervous and upset, and I wanted to help. "I just... I don't know." she started. I gave her a warm smile of encouragement and hope, taking her hands in mine. "Laurie," I began. "Whatever it is you want to say, just say it. Don't punish yourself for wanting to talk." She finally relaxed and sighed; taking a drink of her barely touched latte. "I've uhm... well, I've been going over a lot of things, and..." she started, trying to find the words. "It's just weird, you know?" I nodded in agreement, but had no clue where she was going with this. "The whole thing with Brian..." she said in a hushed voice. Holy shit! All of this was about that? I perked up, listening with desperate curiosity. "I've uh, well, you know," she said. "I just wondered what you meant, you know, when you left that day and said... you knew what it was like for Brian." "Oh yeah," I said, lovingly holding her hands. "Well, its really quite simple. I just, had the same feelings for my Aunt when I was in my teens and never could find a way to express them to her. At least in a way that we both could recognize and accept." "Did you... well, did you love her like... a real woman?" she bashfully inquired. "Without a doubt," I said with total conviction. "In fact, I consider her to be the love of my life." Laurie's eyes briefly widened in surreal delight, hearing what was probably the one sole voice of understanding through her period of madness. "So, would you... like, pursue her again if you had the chance?" she asked. "Knowing what I know now? You bet your ass I would." I answered. "Not just sex, but... you know, like... dating and maybe marriage?" she followed up. I leaned in with a look of total confidence. "I'd even want kids with her, I love her that much." Laurie's mouth fell open in astonishment, yet touched by my sincere confession. "God, that's so sweet." She murmured before looking around with slight apprehension. "Can we go somewhere a little more private?" she asked. I agreed as we left the coffee shop, getting into my SUV. We drive around for about a half an hour as she held my hand. I could tell she had a lot on her mind, and needed someone to vent to about her brittle emotions. We drove to a secluded area of a nearby state park where Laurie could clear her head and think straight. I shut off the car as we sat in uncomfortable silence for a moment. "I'm sure you want to know," Laurie nervously started. "But I'm sorry for what I said. I didn't mean to be such a bitch to you." "Its okay. I wasn't upset. It was a lot to throw at you for one day." I lovingly replied. With tears in her eyes, she turned to me; "I lied." "About?" I asked. Lowering her head, I could tell this wasn't easy. "About Brian... you asked if I had ever thought about it, and I lied to you." I sat up in unexpected delight. "For about four years now," she hesitated. "I thought it would pass, but it hasn't. And after you left, it only got worse. I don't know why I'm telling you this, but maybe... maybe I'm hoping part of you can understand it." "Laurie," I said. "I do understand. And what you're feeling is nothing to be ashamed about. It's different, but nothing you should condemn yourself for." "That's not what the world says." She said, wiping her eyes. "The same world which is corrupt, at war, and destroying itself? Geez, at least in your world, you can have the unconditional love of a man who adores you." Laurie looked away with a thousand-yard stare, pondering the impact of what I had just said. "He does, doesn't he?" she softly asked. "More than you'll ever know." I followed up. "Maybe its time I find out." She said, looking back at me with a look I had never seen before. It was as if she was about to fire a loaded pistol... a resolute look of determination and will that said it all. I knew then and there that this fantasy would soon become reality. From that night on, Laurie's life was never the same. Gone was the reserved, demure nature of a woman whom I had originally met in church. It was as if a thousand-ton boulder had been taken off her shoulders. Her mind was free from all guilt and shame, and together, we set out a scheme to bring Brian home to the woman of his dreams. We would spend hours on the phone talking about what their first time would be like, and how we could set up the perfect seduction. Laurie kept watching her son's risqué DVD night after night, and literally watched the video frame by frame. Our chats would end every night with us having phone sex, with me posing as Brian as we would partake in a multitude of different seduction scenarios. Some had me being the seducer, while others had her making her move on me, which I absolutely treasured. Just saying the mere word 'mother' as I would cumm made the experience so intense and beautiful. It seemed so right. After about a week, we came up with the perfect scheme. I had access to a time-share on the Caribbean Island of St. Barts, and the three of us would take a two-week vacation to the tropical paradise where Laurie would ultimately consummate her relationship with her son. Apparently, Brian and she weren't even talking, and the stress of their repressed emotions was unbearable. I went ahead and bought all the airline tickets, and made the reservations for us since they were obviously on a fixed income. I even went as far as to put Brian and Laurie together in First Class and me in coach. Most guys would think that I was crazy to pass on a woman like Laurie... granted, I should have taken her at first glance, but something was driving me to do this. It was as if an unknown force of nature made me completely unselfish, putting the needs of Laurie and Brian above my own. I wanted them to make it... I wanted them to discover the essence of true, unconditional love together, and I didn't care how much it cost or what it would take. The Forbidden Muse Ch. 02 Chapter II - Tropical Ambrosia (This is the second and final installment. To better understand and appreciate this profound love affair, please read Part 1 as that sets up this final act of forbidden fulfillment. Thank you and I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it. Many thanks to Mimi for her editing skills and help.) The flight was uneventful, yet relaxing. Laurie had dressed in a white mini-skirt that hugged her perfect hips and a low cut black blouse. Her legs glistened with a smooth polish, as they were sleek and completely bare... she looked absolutely delicious. Brian was bashful to sit beside his mother at first, but by the time we landed, he was relaxed and at ease with his glowing mother. He had been seeing the blond stripper since our visit to the club, and had fully lived out his dream... but I could tell he wanted more. And as for Laurie, I could see her nerves were getting to her again as we got off the plane and made our way to the secluded beach bungalow. Each of us had our own bedrooms as Laurie slipped away to hers once we arrived. Brian and I threw our suitcases on our beds and popped open some beers we grabbed on the way to the rental. Sitting outside on the luxurious deck, Brian and I sat down to admire the deep blue ocean and the white sands of the deserted beach before our eyes... it was paradise. Laurie strolled out on the deck moments later, outfitted in her tight, jaw dropping black bikini I had just bought for her. Her wide motherly hips were wrapped in an ivory sarong with strings dangling from its edge, accenting the caramel thickness of her ripe thighs and buxom backside. Undoing the sarong as if a striptease, both Brian and I admired the high cut of the bottom piece of the bikini... showing off her sexy goods.... not to mention the thin black thong that rested between the delicious globes of her ambrosial buttocks. I looked up to admire the top that held back her full breasts that seemed to spill out from behind the brimming, robust fabric. She looked radiant... her long flowing blonde tresses, fluttering in the ocean breeze... a shapely, hour glass contour that made both Brian and I dizzy with ambition. I could just imagine how irresistible she would look when a deep gold tan would burnish that heavenly body of hers. "Well, how do I look?" Laurie asked, twirling about to tempt her son, who sat there with his mouth agape. I glanced back to Brian, seeing the look of absolute wonderment on his face before looking back to his mother's beautiful round ass. "You look fantastic," I immediately replied. "Beautiful." "Awwww, thanks," she replied before handing me a bottle of suntan oil. "Can you put some on my back?" "Sure." I said without missing a beat. Turning around, I caught Laurie looking over her shoulder at Brian as they shared a brief, sinful gaze before Brian looked away in guilt. With that, I poured a generous amount of warm oil into my palms and began to glaze her shoulders and arched back with the greasy gel. The wet sounds of lotion to skin made Brian clearly nervous as sat up in his seat, pretending not to notice. "Can you get my hips please?" Laurie asked, arching her back out. "Sure." I replied, lathering the beautiful smooth skin of her flesh. I was smitten by her body, enamored by its captivating radiance and voluptuous luster. I slowed my actions, taking extra time to admire the teeming outline of her heart shaped ass. God almighty, this was getting hot. I could see Brian fidgeting in the corner of my eye as I continued on, covering every sweet inch of Laurie's curved backside with rich suntan oil. All I could think about was Brian's hands doing the same exact thing... grasping those promising hips in the throes of sexual bliss, burying his cock deep within the precious warmth of his mother's willing flesh. With both of my palms cupping the wide summit of each hip, I painstakingly descended down her legs, up and down, again and again as she moaned in surreal delight. "Uhmmmm, thank you," Laurie whispered before making her way out to the beach with only her towel as her companion. "See ya'll later." Both of us sat there, watching her glazed hips and ass sway with each gentle stride she took. Every step seemed to burst with seductive charm, causing ripples of activity to shift from side to side across her ass cheeks. There's just something so sexy about a woman's strut... every divine step was as if a work of the purest art. "Whew," I murmured to myself, but loud enough for Brian to hear. "Sorry I got carried away there." "I'm heading down to the village." Brian angrily answered, standing up to leave. "Hey wait man!" I said, getting up to stop him. "Dude, I said I was sorry about that." "I didn't come down here to watch you paw all over my mom." Brian replied. "Is that why you think I brought you along?" I asked. "You and I both know she's already spoken for." "You don't have to rub it in my face that you fuck my mom." Brian defiantly said. "I wasn't talking about me." I shot back. "And truth be told, that's as far as I've ever gotten with her." "Oh, shut the fuck up man." He yelled back. "Dude, quit killing yourself over this," I answered. "She's beautiful, and we both know it. It's all right to look at her. My God, you'd be a fool not to." "What the fuck are you talking about?" he rudely answered. "I think you know exactly what I'm talking about," I said. "I heard what that stripper said to you back at that club that night... I know what it did to you, and how much you liked it." "Are you saying I've got a thing for my own mom?" Brian said, staring me down. I could literally hear the years of conflict in his voice. Now was the moment of truth... this was finally it. "Yeah I am," I said. "And I think you should finally admit it and quit beating yourself up over it. That's why I've never done anything with her, because I know you're in love with her." "Oh this is fucked up," Brian said, storming off as he tossed his beer bottle off to the side. "You're a fucking pervert, you asshole!" I shook my head, frustrated with myself. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything... Damn, this wasn't as easy as I thought it to be. Three days passed as Brian pretty much stayed away from his mother and I, going out every night to the nearby village to drink and have fun. I told Laurie what I had done, and she too was somewhat troubled by my actions. She too started regretting ever coming here and clammed up on me. Shit... Now I was not only out $5000, but also seriously jeopardized a dear friendship just for the sake of my own selfish fantasies. Maybe I was a pervert like Brian said I was. That was, until Friday evening when Brian came into the kitchen as I was fixing supper. His mother had just come back in from sunning all day, and was already beginning to show a fantastic golden shine to her velvety skin. She was in the shower when Brian leaned against the counter. "Dude, I'm sorry for being such a butthead," He ashamedly admitted. "I shouldn't have called you a pervert." I sat down the spatula and turned to him, "Its alright man, I understand." "No, I... I don't think you do," he continued. "It's uhh... its just tough, you know?" "What is?" "Just the... the... things I think about... feel. Hell I don't know." "I think you do know, Brian." Brian sighed heavily, fidgeting about with the papers on the counter in an anxious moment. "What if... I mean, what if I did say that I... you know... I wanted mom?" "I'd say you were completely normal, and that you are human." Brian looked to me as if he finally could trust me. "I mean, really, Brian. Its perfectly normal to find a woman like your mom attractive and desirable." I tried to assure him. "So why haven't you done anything with her?" he asked. "Because, I didn't want to take her away from you... I really think she belongs to you, Brian. I really do." Brian glanced down, trying to absorb the impact of it all. He looked back towards his mother's room to make sure she couldn't hear our conversation. "You don't think I'm weird, or a perv?" he asked. "Not at all," I began. "I'd think you're weird if you didn't notice how sexy your mom is. I mean, how could any guy not want her?" "You don't." he fired back. "It's been tough, I'll admit, but... how can I compete with what you two could have together?" I could see the hope begin to glimmer in his youthful eyes. "I've always wanted her, man." Brian ultimately admitted. "I mean, ever since I can remember." I smiled, trying to be encouraging. "How old were you when you first wanted her?" "Geez, maybe 13 or so, I can't remember, but God man... she's just," He said with a hopeful sigh of wanton desire. "She's just everything I've always wanted in a girl. God, I just wish there could be a way for me to have her all to myself." "There's lots of ways," I replied. "I mean, you two could move away, and like live as a married couple, or..." "Married?" he interrupted. "Yeah, it's easier than you think, buddy. Listen to me... there is nothing on this planet that could stop two people, who really want each other from being together. Nothing." "But," Brian hesitated. "Couldn't I go to jail for something like this?" "Maybe, I don't know," I responded. "But who's gonna tell the cops? Certainly not me, and I don't see you doing it either." Brian huffed in agreement. "Oh hell no man, I'd just... God, I'd do anything to have her as mine." "You want me as yours?" came from the other room... It was Laurie, standing at her doorway, wrapped in a fluffy white towel, still dripping wet from her shower. Both of us turned around in utter shock when we heard her sullen, nervous voice ask her son the ill-fated question of his entire life. I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there. Laurie looked absolutely stunning with her wet hair hanging around her smooth tan shoulders. "Mom?" Brian balked, paralyzed by fear and trepidation. "Is it true," she asked. "What you said?" Brian took a deep breath, summoning all of his courage and will. I could tell he was trying to find the words with all of his heart. "Yes," he began. "And I'm in love with you... not as your son, but as a man to a woman, mom. I've always loved you." Oh... my... GOD. I couldn't believe what he just said. I stood there, looking back and forth between the expressions both mother and son was sharing. Brian was staring right at her, not flinching at all. He had the courage and bravado of a thousand men behind him. I was extremely impressed. "You love me?" Laurie barely uttered back in complete amazement. Brian nodded yes before saying it... "Yes, I do. More than you'll ever know." "Oh my God," Laurie breathlessly whimpered. "My own son." "I don't care, mom, I don't. You can yell at me all you want, or tell me to leave... but I can't go on like this anymore. Every girl I meet, I look for you in them. Maybe I'm wrong, but sometimes I hope that they are you." He shamelessly confessed. Tears stung Laurie's eyes as she hung her head. She started to cry as Brian rushed to her side. "Mom," he lovingly whispered. "Please don't cry. I'm sorry-- I shouldn't have said anything." "No," Laurie answered. "I'm crying because... because I've always wanted to hear someone say those words to me." It was like a scene from the most romantic movie I had ever seen... two lovers who had come to terms with their lifelong feelings. Breaking down the barriers of forbidden sorrow in favor of an undying love. "Oh, mom." Brian lovingly whispered, cautiously lifting his hand to her soft, bare shoulder. She looked up at him with tears streaming down her face. At long last, guilt or shame didn't interrupt their gaze. Gingerly placing his hand on her left shoulder, Brian at last felt the warm touch of his mother's naked flesh. Just the mere touch of her son made Laurie sigh in untarnished relief. "I love you so much." Brian affectionately murmured as he wiped away the tears from his mother's lovely face. "I love you, Brian," she replied as her voice quivered in splintering expectancy. "I've always known it." "You have?" he quietly inquired. She tediously nodded yes, gazing up at her handsome son. Brian nearly lost it, but held his composure as his fingers slithered to Laurie's full nourishing lips, tracing their sexy outline. I could tell the mere touch was something he had dreamt of all his life. Laurie's eyelids fluttered, feeling her son's fingertips touch her. "Oh my God." She avowed, helplessly surrendering to her son's romantic charms. "I've wanted you for so long." He spoke so softly, watching his fingers skim the lips he desperately wanted to kiss. "Oh my God, this isn't happening," Laurie exhaled, shuddering in crippling awe. "Tell me this is really happening." "Yes it is, mother." Brian replied, massing her bare shoulder with his other hand. Laurie gasped, as if hearing 'mother' was somehow a magical word that sealed their fate. "Yes," she whimpered aloud. "God yes." Brian inched closer, closing his eyes as he inhaled the fresh forbidden fragrance of his mother's shower. Lingering about her hairline, Brian scarcely brushed his lips across her forehead as she lifted her hands upward, unsure as if to touch her son's body. Her palms fanned out, then clutched his waist as Brian brought both of his hands to her head, caressing her silky wet hair. "Oh, my sweet mother." Brian confessed, producing another series of shivers in Laurie's body. "Ooooooh yes." She scarcely replied, drifting her face towards his. Her mouth fell open as their eyes met yet again. Both mother and son danced about the kiss at hand, unsure if to enter into the sinful bonds of maternal ecstasy. Brian's fingers held his mother's lustrous jaw in place, gazing at her with boundless devotion. Laurie whimpered, bringing both arms about her son's back, claiming him as her rightful love. Both could feel the warmth of each other's hot breath cascade across their faces, assuring them that this was indeed a justifiable coupling. "I dreamed of this... kissing you for the first time." Brian said. "Kissing the woman who gave me life." Laurie balked, wanting to feel her son's mouth to hers, yet still clinging to the last remnants of guilt and sin. She knew as well as he did that if they were to kiss that there would be no going back. "Give me life again, mother." Brian asked before Laurie groaned in awe, smothering her mouth to his in one final act of total surrender. Both nearly fell apart at first contact, vigorously basking in each other's delicious fervor. Brian's manly arms enveloped his mother's buxom frame, bounding her body to his as her hands gratefully clawed his hair. It was obvious these two were on fire for each other as I watched their lips coil and curl together, hungry and raw. Laurie groaned her desires into her son's mouth and vice versa. I sat back, aghast by the taboo event happening before my eyes. I simply couldn't believe that a mother and her son could be so sexually driven... so eagerly hungry for each other. Brian pushed his mother back against the door frame as their hands inevitably twisted together. Brian pulled her arms down, tonguing her mouth as Laurie offered no resistance whatsoever. Their first kiss lasted for an eternity, and I was applauding them every second of the way. Brian was first to break the kiss, taking the time to look into the misty blue eyes of his dear mother. Not a word was said as all they did was speak to each other through their eyes, casting thousands of hopes and dreams into the other's soul... silently seducing the other with the fires and sins of all mothers and sons who secretly longed for this extraordinary privilege. "Maybe I should leave." I quietly suggested as I made my way to the door. "No," Laurie interrupted. "Please stay Roger. You're just as much a part of this as we are." I looked at her with a dubious look. "Please," she begged. "There's no one else who could appreciate this more." "Brian?" I started. "Can I stay?" "Sure," he replied with a knowing smile, keeping his loving gazing at his newly found love. "We wouldn't have this had it not been for you." Laurie cooed in luxurious repose as she curled her arms around Brian's neck, bringing him in for another soulful kiss. Enlivened, Brian bent down, hoisting his mother's body into his thick brawny arms. "Oh Brian," Laurie gasped between the slurps of their lips. "Take me. God, just take me please." Brian quickly became the masterful lover, effortlessly carrying his woman off to bed. It's as if they both instinctively knew where to go, what path to take, and what course to follow. It was ingrained in their nature to consummate this lifelong purpose... to unite together in glorious, soulful lovemaking. Brian slowly sauntered into his mother's bedroom as the two remained speechless... I sat back, observing this magical affair evolve into what it was meant to become. Stepping to the king-size bed, Brian eased his mother down to her feet as they stood toe to toe, mouth to mouth... and soul to soul. Keeping her eyes on her handsome son, Laurie lifted her hand to undo the towel. "Watch me, Brian," Laurie demanded with a surreal tone. "This is for you." Brian sat still, peering down to watch his mother unveil the single greatest mystery of his entire life. Affixed on the deep crest of her dark cleavage, Brian watched as the thick towel slowly cascaded down, baring her large motherly breasts for her only child. At long last, Laurie was completely nude. "Oh my God," Brian gasped in heartache. "So beautiful." Laurie lifted the towel to her side, letting it drop to the floor as she let her son take in the heavenly spectacle of her disrobed body. His stare went back and forth between her breasts and eyes, unsure as to what to do next. "Touch me, Brian." Laurie fondly gasped, taking her son's hands in hers, placing them over each heavy udder. Brian nearly lost his footing, feeling the luscious heaviness of his mother's prized bosom. Every finger delicately nuzzled the savory mounds, cupping the fullness in dire appreciation. Laurie's eyes closed, basking in the unhurried, affectionate hands of her son. "I can't believe this is happening," Brian whispered. "I'm touching your beautiful breasts. I'm really doing this." Laurie crept in for another profound kiss as Brian let go to enshrine his mother's body to his. "Make love to me." Laurie muttered, inspired by their lifelong desire for each other. Her hands slithered down Brian's back, slipping under the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down without any qualms. This was something she longed for, needed... craved. Brian began trembling as he felt his solid manhood pop out as his shorts pooled about his ankles. Gazing down to see her son's throbbing eight-inch cock, she shuddered seeing its strapping largeness because she knew it was because of her that he was hard. She had made him that way, and that thought alone crippled her senses. "My God," Laurie resonated, curling her freshly painted fingernails around the base of her son's shaft. "Did I really do this to you?" Brian could only nod yes, swallowing the years of wanton desire and hope. Seeing his frantic response, Laurie looked back down to watch the sizzling raw cock twitch uncontrollably. "God almighty, it's beautiful." Laurie spoke, running her fingertip beneath the wide bulbous tip. "You made this," Brian scarcely said. "You made it, mother." "I did, didn't I?" she answered, stroking the entire length of his life stalk. "Now it's gonna come back to me, isn't it?" "Oooooh God yes." Brian yelped like a helpless kid, teetering back and forth.