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A Revisit From The Visitor (1/3)

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~Newsgroups: alt.sex.incest
~Subject: A Revisit by the Visitor (MF,inc,cons) (1/2)
~From: incestualfantasies@motherson.com (Baron Darkside)
~Date: Mon, 08 Sep 1997 04:09:21 GMT

INCESTUOUS FANTASIES OF MOTHERS AND SONS

Fantasy Number 33B
(A REVISIT BY THE VISITOR)
A Tale of Incest by Incestual Dreamer, a Baron of the Darkside

It was late Friday afternoon and it had been almost a week since the
Dempsey's had returned from their camping trip.  Brian and Catherine
were going to take in a movie.  Just as the started dressing  the
phone rang.  With a scowl on his face, Brian answered it.  After a
couple of minutes, Brian slammed down the phone.
"Just Great," he growled, "they want me to go to England and
straighten up some problems with the new computer."
"Oh, No," Catherine pouted.
"Damn," he cursed, "and I was planning on a wonderful weekend with
you."
"How long do you think you will be gone?" Catherine asked him as he
picked up the phone and started dialing.
"It will be at least Friday before I can start back," he complained.
After talking to the airline for a few moments, he hung the phone up
and told her that he had to make to the airport within an hour to
catch the next flight out.
"Well, there goes the night, too," Catherine sulked.  
"I'm sorry," he apologized, "but I'll make it up to you when I get
back."
"Okay," she smiled.
 Catherine ran around packing his clothes while he showered and got
dressed.  Before they knew it, he was packed and it was time for him
to leave.  They sped to the airport and made it just in time for him
to catch the flight.  
After seeing Brian off, Catherine moped back to her car and within
minutes was back out on the freeway heading home. As she drove, she
found herself thinking about Seth.  Just as she had several times
during the week, her thoughts returned that night in the tent when he
had had sex with her. Even now, after a week, as she felt her face
growing warm with shame as she thought about it.  She still couldn't
stop herself from feeling a tingle of perverse excitement crawl
through her vagina as she remembered what he had done to her.  She
still couldn't believe that she had actually let it happen.  It was so
depraved, so wicked, so immoral.  It was not like her to let something
so senseless happen.  She had tried to push it out of her mind, but it
came back over and over again.  She would surely roast in hell for
letting it happen.  But, it had happened and now like some recurring
nightmare, it was coming back to haunt her.
She assumed that Seth had believed her subterfuge and didn't realize
it was him.  She seemed to have fooled him with her act.  Either that,
or he was a good actor.  Thank goodness for that, she thought as she
looked down at the speedometer.
"JEEZ," she yelped out loud, "Watch what you are doing."
She was doing ninety miles an hour.  Jerking her foot off the
accelerator, she let the car coast down to seventy as she suddenly
found herself sweating and shaking.  Shaking her head, to clear it,
she kept the needle of the speedometer glued to seventy as she went
home.
Finally, she exited off the freeway and turned down her street.
Driving up to the house, she was a little surprised to find Seth's car
sitting in front of the house.
Feeling more than a little self-conscious about what she had been
thinking, she knew that it was going to be unsettling to talk to him.
Parking her car in the driveway, she took a deep breath and got out.
Still blushing warmly, she wondered if Seth had a date for later.  As
flustered as she was, she was having a difficult sorting out her
emotions since that night.  Her feelings toward him were all snarled.
She resented what he had done, but she still loved him.  And, the most
damming thing was the perverse excitement she felt every time she
thought about what they had done.  With all this running through her
mind, she thought it might be a little awkward if they had to spend
the evening together, alone. 
"Well, at least, I won't have to eat alone," she said to herself as
she walked into the house.
Deciding to ask him to join her at dinner, she looked around
downstairs but didn't find him.  Maybe, he did have a date and he was
in his room getting ready, she thought as she trudged up the stairs to
find him.  As she did, she was acutely aware of the way her big,
pendent breasts bobbed and bounced underneath the thinness of her
blouse.  She hadn't taken time to put on a brassiere before they went
to the airport and now she could feel her big sensitive nipples,
swollen and hard rubbing against the satin material. Glancing down,
she saw they were sticking out defiantly visible.
Impatiently striding down the hallway, she stopped at the door of her
son's room.  Peeking inside, she didn't see him, but she heard hear
his shower running.  Then suddenly, she heard him turn off the water.
Stepping back, she quickly pulled the door closed until there was only
a tiny crack to see into his room.  What was she doing, she suddenly
asked herself as she felt her face grow hot with shame and guilt.  Why
was she waiting outside her son's room, peeking inside hoping to see
him naked?  What was she turning into?  This couldn't really be
happening again, she thought as she recalled how she had watched him
bathing in the pond.  She would never forget that afternoon and how
surprised she had been.  She hadn't intentionally set out to see him
that afternoon.  It had been an accident.  A perverse joke played on
her by fate.  But, now, she knew exactly what she was doing.   And
even though she knew how wrong it was, she couldn't bring herself to
stop peering through the crack.  Berating herself for her lack of
decency, she suddenly found her mind replaying the image of him
standing in the pond, slowly masturbating himself.  Her knees like
jelly and her heart beating so hard it threatened to explode, she
waited.
Suddenly he appeared and stopped in the doorway.  He stood there
drying his hair as she immediately dropped her eyes down to his great,
dangling manhood.  Her heart felt like it was going to burst.  Staring
down at his huge, fat mancock hanging down between his muscular legs,
she felt faint.  She didn't think it was possible, but his gigantic
cock seemed even larger than she remembered it.  Her eyes hungrily
devoured its hugeness as it hung down, writhing about like a giant,
evil snake.  Then, she felt a warmness spread out from her salivating
snatch as her juices began to flow.  Wickedly, she watched his
malevolent maleness flop and flounce about heavily as he scrubbed his
hair with the towel.  He seemed to stand there for hours before he was
finally finished drying his hair.   Still unaware that he was being
observed, he slowly ran the towel over his body.  Finished with the
towel, he walked over to his bed and tossed it on the bed. Crawling
onto his bed, he flopped down and rolled over onto his back.
As she watched on in open-mouthed wonder, he reached down and slowly
began to run his hand up and down his half-hard slab of male flesh.
Knowing it was horribly wrong, she couldn't bring herself to stop
peering in at him.  She now had to hold onto the wall to keep from
falling as her legs were like noodles.  Her eyes were about to jump
out of her head as she watched on with perverse fascination.  She
couldn't believe what she was doing as his elephantine penis began to
harden and stiffen before her eyes.  Just watching him play with
himself, she was becoming so wet, her juices had saturated the crotch
of her panties and was beginning to run down her inner thighs.
How depraved could she be, she brooded.  Still, she still couldn't
bring herself to look away from him as he continued to slowly stroke
his thick, stiff cock.  Even if she had wanted to leave, her legs
wouldn't respond to her commands.  Then to her shock and dismay, he
began to stroke his cock faster and harder.  She could even hear the
pounding slap of his hand striking his stomach as he beat his meat
harder and harder.  Finding it difficult to breathe, she suddenly felt
a perverted desire to  feel his gigantic penis inside of her again.
It was so big, and hard, and hot, and ripe with blood.  Her blood, she
thought as she felt herself growing faint with misguided longing for
it.
Suddenly, she knew she had to leave before she gave her presence away.
Staggering back from his door as quietly as she could, she clumsily
shuffled down the hallway to her room.  She was afraid that she would
fall or make some noise before she made it.  Finally she made it and
rushed inside, slapping at the door to close it as she rushed over and
fell onto her bed.  Hurriedly kicking her shoes off, she jerked her
skirt up.  With one swift jerk, she peeled her panties down her long,
tanned legs.  Flicking them off with her foot, she watched the frilly
little dainties fly across the room.  With the image of her son's
giant prick dancing in her head, she spread her legs apart and shoved
her hand down between her legs.  Finding her jutting clitoris with her
finger, she feverishly rubbed it as fast and hard as she could.  The
throbbing little marble of flesh responded to the vicious attack and
within moments, she was on the verge of climaxing. 
Little did she know, that she was now being observed. Seth had heard
her stumbling down the hallway and followed her to her room.  As he
sneaked up to her door, he found it ajar and he now stood outside her
room, watching her.  Just as she had watched him earlier
Standing outside her door with a towel wrapped around his waist, he
watched her masturbate.  He felt his giant penis bulging out hard and
ripe under the towel.  It was so hard, it felt like it was about to
burst.  Suddenly, he saw her began to writhe and moan.  
"Oh, Seth," she cried out as she felt the pleasure of her climax wash
over her body, "I wish it could have been you again."
What?  What had she said?  Oh, My, God, he thought.  He nearly spurted
his load right there on the spot.  He couldn't believe his ears.  She
had known after all, he thought.  She must have been awake when he
fucked her.  But why didn't she stop him?  Why hadn't she said
something?  He was baffled.  What was going on , he pondered as he
stood watching her gently rubbing her clitoris as she basked in the
warm afterglow of her orgasm. She still had her long, perfectly shaped
legs spread apart and he could see her pussy gaping open wetly as she
still rubbed herself.  He had never seen anything so excitingly
beautifully as her deep, glistening wound of love.
Remembering how her hot, wet pussy had felt when he had fucked her, he
turned and painfully lurched back down the hall.  Stumbling along, his
heart was pounding so hard, he felt lightheaded.  He wanted her so
bad, his cock was throbbing painfully.  He was drunk with desire for
his mother.  He tried not to make any noise as he reeled down the
hall, but his prick was so hard and hurt so badly, any movement was
difficult.
He almost made it, but he stumbled against the wall as he staggered
into his room.  
Catherine heard him hit the wall.  Slapping her legs together
fearfully, she looked over at the door.  She was horrified to see that
it was slightly ajar.  With a rush of disgust, she realized that Seth
must have been outside watching her.  Just as she had watched him.  It
was terrible that he had seen her masturbating.  But, had he heard
what she said?
The whole degenerate affair was rapidly deteriorating, spinning out of
control around her.   Cursing herself, she staggered to her feet.
Brushing her skirt back down around her thighs, she shamefully crept
over to the door.  Easing it open slowly, she apprehensively peeked
outside.  Thankfully, she found the hallway empty.  Maybe she had
imagined the sound.  She had to be sure though.  Silently, she tiptoed
back to Seth's room and found his door still slightly ajar.  Taking a
deep breath, she peeked into his room once again.  
Seth was lying on his bed masturbating again.  Wondering if he had
made the noise, she searched the room for a clue.  Then she realized
that he had the towel wrapped around his waist now and it had been
lying on the bed when she had left.   He must have wrapped around his
waist he crept down the hall to spy on her, she conjectured.  So he
had seen her, she concluded , but had he heard her?  She felt a warmth
spread out from her pussy as she imagined him standing outside her
door looking in at her masturbating.  God, he had just watched her
masturbate herself to an orgasm.  How totally depraved they were, she
thought to herself as she stood watching her son roughly stroking
himself toward an impending eruption
Then, even though she had climaxed only moments before, she felt
herself yearning to feel her son's gigantic manthing inside her cunt.
Looking on in horror and lechery, she wished she had the courage to
join her son in his bed.  As she watched from behind the door, she saw
the muscles in his legs begin to tighten as his hand moved up and down
his huge cock faster and faster.  Then suddenly, she heard him groan
and stop stroking himself. When his cock didn't erupt, she sensed that
he had stopped just short of cumming.  Even though he had stopped
beating the giant penis, it still jutted up, pulsating up and down as
it threatened to explode on its own at any second.
She anxiously watched his gigantic prick jump and tremble for several
moments, hoping, for some perverse reason that he wouldn't spurt out
his load.  Then it dawned on her that she wanted him to save it for
her.  Aghast at her depravity, she felt gladdened when the fitful
bobbing of his mammoth prick finally began to weaken.  She knew that
if Seth touched it, it would probably explode in his hand.  But, why
had he stopped, she wondered.  Why didn't he go ahead and bring it to
an end?  Perplexed by his actions, she looked on as his cock slowly
began to relax and slowly dropped back down to his belly.
Finally able to make her legs work again, she turned and quickly sped
down the hallway.  Then almost back to her room, she stumbled and
thudded into the wall. Was her own body sabotaging her. Had he heard
her?  Her mind numbed by befuddling intrigue spinning around her, she
backed into her room.  She started to close the door, but a wicked
notion flashed through her mind and she stopped.  Leaving it ajar, she
backed away.  Smiling devilishly, she turned and purposely strode
across the room.  Acutely aware of her huge breasts wiggling and
jiggling beneath her blouse, she stopped in front of her dresser.
Watching the door in the mirror, she slowly began unbuttoning her
blouse.  She didn't see him, but she kept on unbuttoning her blouse.
After a few moments, she unbuttoned the last button and peeled her
blouse back over her shoulders.  Sneaking another quick glimpse at the
door, she saw a shadowy figure lurking outside.
Smiling to herself, she knew that he could see her breasts in the
mirror. Wondering  what he was thinking, she began to softly squeeze
and massage the big, heavy mammaries.  Then, she slowly turned around
and directly faced the door.  Wanting to tantalize him, she made a
great show of inspecting her large, round breasts.  First, she lifted
one of the heavy, bulging melons with one hand and with her other
hand, gently fondled it as she looked down at it.  After a few
moments, she lifted it higher until she was able to lick the giant,
strawberry sized nipple with her tongue.  Making sure that he could
see what she was doing, she flicked the sensitive papilla with her
tongue for several moments.  Finally, she lowered it back down and
repeated the process with the other big, pendulous tit.
Sneaking another furtive glance at the door, she saw that Seth was
still there.  Lowering her hands away from her heavy, drooping
breasts, she reached up and loosed the braid in her hair.  Tossing the
braid aside, she felt her big, heavy breasts bob up and down softly.
Then as she shook her head, her long, auburn hair came tumbling down
over her soft sloping shoulders and her breasts flounced about wildly.
Finally, when her breasts stopped wiggling, she bent over slightly.
She let her big, pendant tits dangle down, wiggling and bobbing
erotically while she slipped her thumbs under the waistband of her
skirt.  Quickly bending over farther, she stripped her skirt down her
long, statuesque legs as her drooping mammaries put on another show of
wiggling and jiggling for her son.  Dropping her skirt to the floor,
she stood back up and stepped out of the puddle of bright red
material.  She now stood in front of her son as naked as the day she
had been born.  Sensuously running her hands down over her flat, hard
stomach, she paused for a few seconds to teasingly toy with her
tingling clitoris once again.  After rolling the round little marble
around with her finger for a few moments, she moved her hands away
from it.  Slowly reaching around behind herself, she fondled her firm,
round derriere.  Lifting the firm, compact cheeks of her ass in her
hands, she softly squeezed and kneaded their muscular roundness for
several moments.  Then, looking down at her butt over her shoulder,
she clenched her buttocks tightly and arched her legs.  She openly
admired the rounded perfection of her buttocks and long, statuesque
legs.  But it was all just a ploy to show her body to her son.
At last, she relaxed her legs and strolled over to her
chest-of-drawers.  Bending down, she opened a drawer and rummaged
through if for several moments.  This gave her son a delectable view
of her ass.  Waggling her buttocks back and forth, she rifled through
her drawers for several moments.  Finally, she rose up.  She turned
and seductively strolled over to her bed.  Sitting down, facing the
door she tossed the clothes down on the bed.  Looking down between her
legs, she casually spread them apart.  Reaching down to herself, she
gently spread the heavy, drooping lips of her vagina apart until her
deep, secret place yawned open, wet and pink.  She ran her finger up
the glistening wetness of her open love-wound  for a few seconds
wondering what Seth must be thinking.  Then she slowly ran her wet,
glistening finger up to her clitoris.  Teasing the swollen pellet of
flesh out of it little hiding place, she rubbed it for a few seconds.
Finally, she reluctantly stopped and closed her legs.
Reaching over, she quickly slipped a short, clinging skirt up her
delightfully long legs.  Making sure that her son had seen that she
hadn't put on any panties, she ran her hands over her wiggling,
wobbling breasts, quickly flicking the big, mauve nipples with her
fingers one last time.  Moving her hand away from her breasts, she
reached down and picked up the skimpy little T-shirt.  Raising it over
her head, she let it slip down covering her beautiful bare bosom.
Pulling it down tightly, she saw that it barely covered the giant
mountains and left little to the imagination as her big, heavy breast
wiggled freely under the material.
Glancing over to the door, she was disappointed to see that Seth was
gone.  Getting up, she quickly slipped over to the door and peeked out
into the hall.  Regretfully, she found it empty.  
Wondering how much longer they could continue their game of seek and
peek, she crept down the hallway to his room one more time.  Arriving
at his door, she saw it was still slightly ajar. Furtively peeking
into his room, she saw that  he was facing away from her standing in
front of his own dresser.  Staring at his reflection in the mirror,
she could see that he had his hand wrapped around his enormous penis
and was slowly stroking it again.  As she watched, he slowly turned
around until he was facing her as she hid behind the door.  He
continued to slowly stroke his cock as he stood facing the door.  It
seemed obvious to Catherine that he was aware of her presence.  There
was no other reason for him to stand facing the door while he beat his
meat.  As perverse as it was, Catherine felt another spasm of
distorted desire twitch through her body as she watched her son run
his hand up and down his thick, beautiful giant.  
What should she do?  She knew that the depraved game they were playing
was wicked and disastrous.  It couldn't go on much longer.  It could
only lead to a catastrophe. She knew that she should stop it now and
break the cycle before something reprehensible happened.  But she
found herself powerless to move.  As she stood watching her son slowly
beating his cock with his hand, she knew that letting him make love to
her the first time had been a horrible mistake.  But as disgusting and
deplorable as it had been, she felt herself wanting him again.  How
could she be so depraved?
There was no explanation for her sick, depraved desire.  She loved her
husband.  She hadn't come from a broken home.  Her mother and father
had been loving and caring parents.  She had never been abused as a
child or an adult.  So why was she acting so disgusting.  Why, she
wondered, why could she be filled with such evil thoughts?  She had
always loved her son, Seth, but before the camping trip, that love had
been normal and decent.  Although her love for him had always seemed
right and proper, she had felt that it had at times it was maybe a
little too intense.  Sometimes she felt her love for him was so deep,
she wanted to take him in her arms and hold onto him forever.  Maybe
the strength of this intimacy had mutated into some kind of insane
erotic desire when she had seen him naked in the pond.
She had been highly aroused that night.  The heat, walking in tight
shorts all day long, seeing Seth naked, the frustration of bringing
Brian to an orgasm without having a climax herself had all combined to
drive her a little crazy.  Apparently crazy enough to allow Seth to
make love to her.  It had been such an erotic night, she still had
difficulty separating the reality of that night from the dream of that
night.
She knew that she would have to make that choice in the next few
moments as she watched the transparency of her son's actions.  She
knew she must turn and walk away from him now.  This would be the only
to stop dangerous game they were playing. Or she would give in to the
irresistible craving that was gnawing at her insides.  It was clearly
apparent which decision Seth wanted her to make.  But she must be the
one to make the decision.  But was there really a choice?
Even as she tried to fool herself into thinking there was a choice,
she already knew the answer.  It had been answered that night on the
camping trip. She had allowed him to make love to her under the most
difficult of situations, risking it all.  Now they seemed destined to
take the next step.  She knew that she must follow the path fate had
chosen for them no matter where it led them.  They could never erase
the past.  And now, the past was going to be their future.
She would never be able to experience that virtuous, innocent love of
a mother toward her son again.  Her love for him as a son had now
metamorphosed into a love for him as a lover.  The incestual love that
they would create must somehow grow to be as deep and strong as the
maternal bonding she had felt for him.  It was all they had left and
she realized that she mustn't let it slip away too.
Finally, she took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
"OH, MY LORD," she gasped with simulated shock as she stood in the
doorway gawking down at his jutting maleness.  
Seth, surprised by the suddenness of his mother's brazen appearance,
didn't move for several seconds as he gaped back at her.  Catherine
caught up in the play acting, stood transfixed, staring down at her
son's giant cock as he stood holding onto his penis, not knowing what
to do or say.                  
"SETH DEMPSEY, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE YOU DOING?" Catherine loudly
demanded finally breaking the impasse, knowing that she must take
command of the situation if she was to guide it to an appropriate and
acceptable ending.
"What, uh, What do, uh, OH SHIT," Seth blurted out grabbing for the
towel lying on his bed, "GOD, MOM, CAN'T YOU KNOCK?"
"Well, I didn't think," she stuttered as she watched him wrap the
towel around his waist, trying to cover his maleness from her prying
eyes, but finding he was unable to hide the tell-tale bulge,  "that
you would be, be, uh, be masturbating.  I'm sorry."
"Well, I, uh, I'm, uh, I'm sorry that you, uh, you saw me," he
stammered and blushed as he wondered what to do next.
"I, am, uh, too," she blushed back at him, "I was just going to invite
you down for a sandwich or something, but I don't want to interrupt
anything."
"God, Mom," he groaned, turning even redder.  
"I'm sorry," she smiled softly, "I shouldn't have teased you."
"Do, Uh, well, uh, do you still, uh, still, uh, still want me to eat,
uh, with you?" he muttered.
"Of, course I do," she told him, smiling nervously, "But I think you'd
better put on some clothes first, don't you?"
"AW, Mom," he complained, "Quit teasing me?"
"Okay," she laughed softly, turning and walking out of his room.
Seth didn't know what to do now.  He had thought that he and his
mother had been playing a game of  hide and peek, but now he didn't
know.  He thought she had undressed herself knowing that he was
looking on, but now he was unsure.  Maybe he hadn't heard her say that
she wished she could have him again.  Confused and bewildered, he
wondered if he shouldn't finish the job he had started so he wouldn't
feel so aroused around her.
"SETH, ARE YOU GOING TO STAY UP THERE ALL NIGHT?"
Hearing his mother call to him, he hurriedly pulled on a pair of
shorts and rushed down the stairs.  Walking into the kitchen, he saw
that she had supper on the table and was already eating.  As he walked
over to the table, he saw his mother's eyes quickly dart down to the
clearly visible bulge in his shorts.
Blushing, he sat down across from her and began to eat his sandwich.
"Uh, Where's Dad?" he asked her, taking a swallow of milk to wash down
the mouthful of sandwich.
"He got called away to England this afternoon," she told him,
"Something was wrong with the computer they just put in and he has to
fix it.  I imagine that he will be gone all week."
"Oh," Seth uttered, realizing that they would be alone all week.
The air in the small kitchen was so charged with anticipation, it
seemed as if anything would set it off, so neither of them spoke until
they were almost finished eating.
"Uh, I'm sorry that I burst in on you like I did," she finally told
him, "I didn't realize that you were, uh, you were, uh, masturbating."
"GOD, MOM," he complained, turning bright red with embarrassment once
again, "Are you TRYING to embarrass me?"
"No," she smiled, slowly getting up, "I just didn't expect to find
you, uh, you know, uh, doing it."
"GOD, MOM, PULLEASE," he groaned unable to keep himself from watching
her big, soft breasts cavort freely underneath her shirt as she leaned
down and picked up her dishes, "Could we just drop it,  PLEASE."
"Not yet, I'm afraid," she smiled at him, walking over to the sink and
putting her dirty dishes into it.
"What now?" he asked her as he finished his sandwich.
"Are you through?" she asked him, leaning down to take his plate and
letting the soft heaviness of one of her breasts brush against his
shoulder.
"Uh, Yes, uh, Sure," he gulped loudly, swallowing the last bite of his
sandwich and almost choking on it.
How was he supposed to act around his mother after he had had sex with
her?  He was afraid to turn around and see what his mother was doing.
He heard her move away from the table as he nervously waited for her
explain herself.
"Uh, What else did you, uh, want to talk about, Mom?" he asked
apprehensively, unsure of where the conversation might lead.
"I wondered if you would like to go camping again," she said softly,
moving up behind him and lightly running her fingers through his
hair."  
"Uh, Gosh, Uh, Mom, I don't know," he stammered, "It's sort of short
notice, isn't it?"
"Well, I'm afraid that I have sort of a confession," she mumbled
softly "and a question that I need to ask you.  And if I'm right,
maybe we can just pretend we're camping like we were last week."
"Uh, well, uh, Gosh, Mom, what do you mean?" he asked hesitantly,
feeling himself suddenly aroused, intoxicated by erotic aroma of her
perfume and her nearness.
"Do you remember the last time we went camping?" she asked him,
running her finger down around his ear, toying with it.
"Uh, Yeah," he muttered finding himself becoming more and more
aroused.
"That night, I had a dream about you," she said.
"Oh."
"Well, I thought it was a dream," she lied, "until I saw you upstairs
while ago."
"MOM," he complained loudly.
"No, really, I, uh, I dreamed that I, uh, well, I dreamed that I saw
you doing the same thing I saw you doing just now," she told him,
blushing in spite of her deception.
"GOD, MOM, You're embarrassing me again," he groaned, turning around
to face her.
 As he turned, he suddenly found himself staring directly into her
big, jutting breasts thrusting out against the material of her blouse.
 "It's the truth," she told him, stepping back a step so that her
breasts weren't mashed up against his face, "but I thought that I also
dreamt that your Dad made love to me after I had the dream."
"MY GAWD, MOTHER, WHY ARE YOU TELLING ME THIS?" he blubbered,
wondering what she was leading up to, "What's that got to do with me.
Are you just trying to embarrass me again?"
"Now, I......," she paused, staring down at him, wondering if he would
admit his culpability, "I, uh, I think it was you that made love to me
that night."
"WHAT THU," Seth gasped out in fear and alarm.
"I didn't understand why Brian could feel so big, but when I saw you,
I knew that it had to be you.  You are so big."
"OH, GOD, MOTHER," he blurted, crying like a baby, "I'M SO, SO SORRY
THAT I DID IT TO YOU."
Glad to see him admit to his culpability in their incestuous
copulation, she stepped forward and pulled his face into her bosom.
"It wasn't all your fault," she tried to explain to him, "I should
have realized that it wasn't Brian.  And when I knew that it was you,
I should have stopped you, but I didn't want to.  It was just as much
my fault as it was yours."
"Oh, Mother, Can you ever forgive me?" he blubbered, burying his face
in the comforting warmness of her big, soft  breasts.
"I already have," she consoled him, holding him close to her, "What we
did is done.  Nothing either of us can do will undo it."
"I'm sorry, Mother," he sobbed, his tears spilling out and wetting her
blouse.
"It was wrong," she comforted him, "but we did it, knowing that it was
wrong, didn't we."
"You mean, you mean, you knew, too?" he sniffled, trying to hold back
the tears.
"Yes, I knew that it was you," she admitted finally, releasing him.
Astonished, he leaned back away from her and looked up into her eyes.

Their eyes met and fused together for several moments.  As they stared
into each other's eyes, their love for each other flowed between them
so passionately it almost became visible.  
Then abruptly, Catherine reached down and quickly pulled her blouse up
over her head letting her great, pendant breasts spill out into the
open.
"OHMYGOD," he groaned as her magnificent, bare breasts tumbled out
into view not more than six inches in front of his face.
"Do you still like my breasts?" she asked him, thrusting them toward
him.  "You used to love to suck on them, a long time ago."
"OH, Mother," he murmured, "They are beautiful."
Pulling her son's face into her bosom, she felt his mouth hungrily
seek out one of her aching nipples and lock onto it.  Holding his face
pressed against her breast, she reveled in the feel of him greedily
sucking and pulling on her tingling nipple.
Not wanting him to stop, she stood in front of him relishing the feel
of his lips as they pulled and tweaked her nipple for the longest
time.  Then as he sucked on her breast, she felt him slowly slip his
hand up under her skirt.  Remembering she wasn't wearing any panties,
she waited breathlessly as she felt him deliberately inch his hand up
her leg until she felt his fingers brush over her pubic hair.  Then
she almost fainted when she felt his hot, probing fingers began to
explore the soft, limp folds of flesh surrounding  her most secret
place.
"Oh, God," she muttered as she waited for him to probe the hot, sticky
core of her waiting womanhood.  
As his fingers tentatively fumbled over the soft, fleshy lips
surrounding her pulsating socket, she slowly spread her legs apart as
wide as could.  Panting softly with anticipation, she eagerly awaited
for him to explore her aching wetness with his fingers.  She had to
wait only a second or two longer before she felt him tenderly slide a
thick, hot finger up into the seething slipperiness of her salivating
cunt.
Slowly pushing his middle finger up into his mother's fiery slit, he
eased it in as far as it would go.  He stopped only when his knuckles
brushed against her hairy mons veneris.  The excitement of the moment
was so intense, he felt like he was suffocating.   He wasn't dreaming,
he really had his finger thrust up inside of his mother's wonderful
pussy.   He was almost afraid to move as he kept his finger thrust up
into her hot, sucking hole.  But finally, he began to move his finger