Jackpot, this has all the really naughty bits. Enjoy!
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As I closed the door, you turned to me and said, "Please wait down here for about fifteen minutes. Then come upstairs. First though, give me a kiss. Carefully."
I wasn't sure what you meant by that, but I moved in and our lips met. We tasted each other's tongues, moaning. My hands grasped your butt through the pleats.
I began to raise the skirt, desperate to feel the garters.
You squirmed out of my grasp. "Baby! I said carefully! I have plans for you, and I can't be coerced into dropping them and doing you on the floor right here." You smiled up at me.
"Oh, so that's what that meant. Ok, I'll wait."
"It will be so worth it, I promise." You bit the side of your bottom lip between your teeth and looked at me coyly. I have no idea how I didn't take you right then.
You walked up the stairs. As you took each step, you thrust your hips out to each side, exaggerating your walk. You raised your skirt along the way. Near the top, you bent over straight-legged. Your panties were a g-string in back. Your ass was fully exposed. You slowly stood back up, turned and looked down the stairs at me. I think my mouth was wide open.
"Fifteen minutes, sweet baby boy. Don't be late," you said, smiling. And then you winked and walked away.
That was the longest fifteen minutes of my life. I decided to go into my room and take off my tie and shirt. I put some some suspenders, so thankful I got the fancy option on those pants. I put on a white a-frame (I always hated it when people called them "wife-beaters" — those guys should be castrated, not have a piece of sexy clothing named after them), snapped the suspenders over my shoulders, and watched my alarm clock. Each second felt like a minute. Finally, the time was nigh.
I walked down the hallway, slowly. I knew this was a turning point in my life. I was about to get the woman I most wanted. I hoped that my performance was up to par. I knew it would be difficult not to come too soon. I was nervous, but so excited. It was every Christmas morning of my life all rolled into one moment.
As I entered your room, I noticed candles lit all over. The bed was turned down, and soft music was playing on the stereo. I couldn't see you anywhere.
"Mom? Are you in here?" I asked.
"Yes, baby, I am." You stepped out from behind the mirror. I almost dropped to my knees.
The dress was gone. You still had the garters on, but no panties at all. You had changed into a bustier that did not cover your breasts. They were completely perfect, lifted up and presented as the gifts to mankind they are.
Your hair was down now. You had applied some additional makeup, I wasn't sure what, but your features were darker, your eyes were bigger, and your lips were very red.
"Baby boy?"
"Yes, Mom."
"I want you to do something for me tonight." You looked at me intently.
"What is it?"
"For the rest of tonight, I don't want either of us to forget what our relationship really is. I'm not going to use your name. Every time I refer to you tonight, you're going to be my sweet baby boy, my son, the man I gave birth to eighteen years ago. I don't want us to forget that fact, in what we're about to do. No pretending that this is socially ok, that we're not related. We ARE related. I am your mother. And when you're deep inside me, I'm going to remind you of that, over and over, until you come inside the very woman who made you. Do you understand?"
"Oh God, Mom, you have to stop talking, please. I'm about to come, right now." I was shaking. I could not believe this was happening. I thought I was having a heart attack. My blood was some sort of thick oil, pushing through my arteries at glacial speed.
"Shhhh, baby." You walked up to me. "Shhhh, it's ok. Here, hug mommy. I'm going to take such good care of you. It's ok, relax." We hugged. You pulled my head down into your neck. I breathed in your perfume. Your nipples cut tiny little holes in my chest. I was totally lost in you.
"I love you, baby boy. I loved you the instant I learned I was pregnant with you. Every single day that has passed since then, I have loved you twice as much as the day before. You are the most special person in the world to me. If the world allowed it, I would be your wife. I know how you feel. I've known for years. A mother always knows. It has taken huge self-control not to give in to my own desires for you. I traveled so much to give us space, to be away from you and not so tempted all the time. Baby..." You stopped.
"What, Mom?"
"I've been in love with you since you were about fifteen. Your dad thought I was seeing someone else. That's what started all our fighting. He could tell I wasn't interested in him anymore. I couldn't tell him it was you. I couldn't tell anyone...until now. It was so wrong. I mean, not only were you underage, you were my own son! I felt...sick! But the truth is, I am totally in love with you. I am so proud of every single thing you do, all the nice things you do for me, for your friends...for Mrs. Cuttle..." She teased, smiling.
"Mom, you're the light of my life. I would marry you too, if I could."
"I know, baby. Since we can't do that, let's consummate our love anyway. Only we will know."
"Mom, I have to know something first." I was afraid to ask, but the question had to be answered.
"What, baby love?"
"Is this a one-time thing? I mean, it's ok if it is, but I need to know so that I don't get disappointed tomorrow, or next week...you know what I mean?" I looked right in her eyes, an extremely difficult thing to do with those breasts right in front of me.
"Baby, look at them. It's ok, stare all you like. We can totally talk while you look at my body. I want you to." She held my held with her hands and aimed my eyes at her chest. She lifted them up with her hands, displaying them to me. "There. Is that better? Look right at them, Drink them in. Do you like them? I really hope so, because...well, baby...they belong to you now. They're yours. No, this is not a one-time thing. I have thought about tonight for years. It took me the last six months to make the final decision. If we're going to do this — and we are, baby love, we are going to fuck all night, and all day, and the next night too, you are going to be inside you own mother for days on end, my gorgeous baby boy — then this is permanent. We're going to love each other the rest of our lives. If you'll have me." You reached up with your mouth and kissed my cheek. I was still staring at your tits.
"YES, Mom, yes, forever. I love you forever."
"Good. Now kiss me."
That kiss was the best kiss of my life, and that's saying something, because I've been with you for almost twenty years now, and our sex life has never skipped a beat. We've experimented with a lot of crazy stuff — remember that weekend in Amsterdam when we hired those sex workers to pretend they were a mother and son too? — but nothing has ever topped that first kiss as true lovers, knowing I'd be with you always.
Our clothes melted off. I was no longer really capable of coherent thought. You knew that, and took charge, your experience allowing you to survive the onslaught of lust and passion a bit better than me — but not by much. You were shaking too. I held you in my arms, standing in the middle of the room, candlelight on our naked bodies. You drew lines around my muscles with your fingers, sucking them into your mouth like I was made of honey. I knelt down in front of you, my head against your stomach, my arms around your waist. You caressed my hair, whispering over and over, "I love you, baby boy. I love you so much, baby love."
When we got in bed, I don't think either of us could wait any more. You reached over and grabbed a bottle of lube.
"I am so wet for you right now, but I'm going to use this lube too. Do you know why?" you asked.
"No, why?" I was wondering about it.
"Because we are going to fuck so much and so long, and it is going to be so good, we won't be able to stop, even if we get really sore. This lube will help us last a lot longer. I'm going to use a lot. And baby?"
"Yeah, mom?"
"I have plenty, whole bottles, so if you want to put it all over me tonight, or tomorrow, if you want to just cover me in it and make my skin shine and run your hands all over my slippery body, feel free. I would love that." We kissed again. You were killing me slowly.
Your hands put the lube all over my cock. I reached down quickly.
"Stop, mom, your hands...I'm gonna' come," I gasped.
"Oh! Baby! Put it in me right now, it's ok, go ahead and come, but do it inside me! We have all night — I know it's really hard for you. It's ok!"
I moved between your legs. You drew your knees up to your chest, completely exposing your pussy to me. It was dripping with your juices. My cock was shiny with lube. It was time.
"Oh baby, come to mommy. Come back where you came from...please, please, baby boy," she pleaded with me. Your eyes demanded satisfaction. Your hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me in. Your fingers spread your lips open.
I reached down and aimed my fat, purple mushroom-head, sliding it into your lips. I knew that I was going to come the moment I entered you.
"Baby boy, my son, my beautiful, beautiful son, kiss me as you enter me, oh, please..." you asked.
I lined up with your entrance, leaned down, slid my tongue into your mouth as my cock entered your body.
