A Gift for Scott

A Gift for Scott -- Ch 2 © EroticWanderingMind 2024

A wheelchair bound son and his mother's incestuous relationship continues to flourish to a mutually rewarding climax.

During the drive to return home from our mutually rewarding intimate time at the cabin, I couldn't be certain how soon the opportunity would present itself for us to continue our recently begun mother/son incestuous relationship. Soon I had hoped.

However, the drive did provide us both with an ample amount of time and privacy to review the incestuous nature of our newfound relationship. Scott did acknowledge that he was more than well aware that the incestuous nature of our intimate mother/son relationship had to be

kept under wraps

and that he was emphatic that he could

play it cool

.

We discussed in detail, how and why it was imperative for us to keep our intimate and erotic exchanges not only totally confidential, but secretive. I reviewed just how important it was that we both be extremely cautious and not give the slightest hint what-so-ever of the nature of our relationship.

We were both resigned to the fact that upon returning home, the public nature of our normal mother/son relationship had to be implicitly adhered to and that due to the circumstances, we might well have to wait an extended period before any expression of our mutual feelings could once again be shared between us.

* * *

I was pleasantly surprised when the most unexpected and welcomed circumstance presented itself that would provide Scott and I the very opportunity for us to continue our intimate exchanges without the worry of having to sneak around behind my husbands and Scott's fathers back.

When we returned home from the cabin, my husband was in the midst of packing and advised me that his company had moved up the date of the opening of their European manufacturing facility. He was smiling and beaming as he informed me that during our absence, he was promoted and put in charge of implementing getting the facility up and running, as the construction of the facility had been completed ahead of schedule.

Although beaming with pride because of his promotion, he showed evidence of being extremely nervous. He then broke the news. His appointment would necessitate his having to be in Europe for a minimum of six to eight months, before having the possibility of being able to return home for a visit.

To say that it was difficult not to display my absolute pleasure upon learning of this would be an understatement. I of course feigned disappointment learning of his having to be away for such an extended period and said that Scott would be disappointed also.

My husband minimized my expression of disappointment, stating, "You will be much too busy taking care of Scott's special needs during my absence, so don't give me a second thought."

I responded in agreement stating, "Yes that's true, I will definitely be kept busy taking care of Scott's special needs, but I will do my utmost to satisfy every one to my best ability." as I smiled inwardly and thought to myself, 'If you only knew which of Scott's

special needs

I have already begun to satisfy and have every intention of continuing to do so.'

The gusset of my panties was wet, just imagining how the time frame of my husbands absence, would provide Scott and I with ample opportunity to continue our 'mom/son with benefits' relationship, without any concern that my husband might possibly come home early one afternoon from work and finding Scott and I being fully involved intimately.

I was further pleased when my husband advised me that he had already arranged for a colleague to pick him up and drive him to the airport. It was less than 30 minutes after our return home, that his colleague arrived to do so.

Scott had been in his bedroom unwinding from our long drive home, totally unaware of his father's departure and was stunned when I entered his room scantily clad in a sheer peignoir with my breasts proudly displaying their very pronounced erect nipples and aroused alveolar.

In a subdued volume Scott uttered, "Mom, what are you doing, we can't -- what about dad? You better than anyone know that we have to be extremely careful, what if dad walked in now and caught you?"

I explained the situation of his dad's unanticipated hasty departure and in a low sultry voice said as seductively as I could "It's just you and I now lover, alone here at home, not only for a week or two, but for at least six, if not eight months. Now, let me help you out of these clothes as they're getting in the way, because I have every intention of having you depositing every drop of cum that your pulsing ball sack is capable of providing my welcoming snatch."

I then added, "Then, we're moving you into

our bedroom

. Yes, yours and mine, at least for the next six months, where I'm going to drain you a second time, that is as soon as you've recovered sufficiently to do so. I mean, we might as well take advantage of this situation right from the starting gate, don't you agree? I just hope we can control ourselves, so we don't burn ourselves out too quickly."

Smiling broadly, Scott responded, "Mom, with as much time to pleasure one another as you've just outlined, there's really no need for us to rush. Let's just take our time, so we'll both have ample time to recover."

It didn't take but a few moments for me to completely disrobe Scott. I marveled at how he no longer had any difficulty displaying his arousal. We wasted little time to begin pleasuring one another, full on.

One of Scott's favorite sexual activities was lying on his back and having me position my very aroused pussy lips above his mouth and slowly raise and lower my 'cunny', as he like to refer to it, allowing him to pleasure me with his very talented tongue and lips. Finally, he would direct that I lower my pussy and almost smother him, so he could bring me to a mind blowing climax as he tongue fucked me by thrusting his tongue in and out of my womanhood as deep as he was able to.

Just as we were nearing the peak of our second mutual climax, the phone rang. When the answering machines incoming call voice announcement stated that it was Scott's dad, we knew he was simply calling to advise us that he was about to board his plane, so in near unison we cried out "Don't even think about answering that, he'll just have to leave a message!".

That first night at home together in what became

our bed

, at least for the near term, was similar to what a honeymoon couple must experience being together initially. Although we had already been intimate a number of times, knowing that we could engage in whatever sexual pleasures we wanted to explore together for the next several months, without any concern of being interrupted and caught in our incestuous relationship was sexually empowering.

I lost count of how many climaxes we each experienced that first night as a 'couple'. Once we had finally satisfied each other sexually, we still took the time to cuddle and fondle one another for over an hour until we ran out of steam and simply feel to sleep.

Having this unforeseen time to ourselves was a blessing beyond our greatest hope. Scott and I no longer had to concern ourselves with the fear of being found in compromising situations or intimate positions, at least for the next six months. We were able to sleep together each night in

our room

, at least for the immediate future, on what became our magical carpet of mutual pleasuring. Scott liked to jest that we were like two astronauts and our mattress was the launching pad for his guided muscle and that our love sessions were at their best, once we had

docked

successfully.

We were able to sleep-in whenever we wished. We answered the phone only when it did not hinder our lovemaking sessions, and yes we became both soul mates and constant incestuous lovers.

Those initial days of our home-bound intimacy were free from potential exposure. We ventured little from our den of sexual delight. Whether we engaged in mutual sexual intimacy, or simply lay kissing and fondling one another while we enjoyed watching hardcore pornography, we had few obligations other than pausing to take some sustenance or answering calls to nature.

Our shared experience of unbridled lovemaking was without compare. I had never before considered that the level of sexual pleasure and satisfaction we experienced was possible, especially since it was incestuous in nature with my son.

It appeared that Scott had become a new person. He became even more passionate and sexually provocative, pleasuring me in ways I never thought he would be capable of. I no longer yearned to bear him a child, but would not have been displeased if one of his little swimmers actually was successful in impregnating me. What a joy that would be, he the combined son, father and brother and me the wife and mother.

Of course, we had to take certain precautions that that would not happen, at least not until after his dad returned for a visit, during which I would seduce him and get him to climax in me during my 'safe period', or at least get him so drunk that he'd believe he had 'scored' with me. How else would I be able to explain my pregnancy to him?

When Scott and I did venture out, we were extremely careful never to display any outward level of affection in public, but we agreed that when sequestered at home, there would be no holds barred and would not refrain from expressing our love for one another by whatever level of affection we wanted to engage in. We further agreed that we would do so, wherever and whenever we were so inclined to express and experience exchanges of affection and exchanges of our love fluids.

We did find it increasingly difficult not to be found out. Even though we were extremely cautious about not displaying any outward display of intimacy when in the presence of others, our constant desire for each others affection was infectious and difficult to contain.

Well, it's been a little over 15 years now that Scott and I have been incestuous lovers with never any hint of our relationship becoming common knowledge. No, Scott never impregnated me and after the first two years of my husbands absence, he decided to remain in Europe and asked for a divorce. Feeling responsible for the split, he relinquished any claim to the house and our divorce was quite amicable and we parted friends and he is in contact with Scott several times a year.

Of course, there has never been any question about Scott and I living together, especially due to his perceived physical condition. I say perceived, because during the ensuing years of our living together, Scott had regained much of his previous physical

limitations

and has been able to satisfy several sexual needs I had not before thought him possible of.

We've engaged in almost every sexual position we can think of. I say almost, as neither of us have any interest in anal, why would we when we are more than willing to pleasure one another both orally and vaginally.

I am pleased to report that due to these improvements in our relationship, we sold our home and moved several states away and are living as husband and wife. Scott no longer requires the use of a wheelchair and only relies on the assistance of a cane in certain situations.

Scott and I consider ourselves very fortunate, as we are both fully satisfied with our mutual friends with benefits type of relationship. Scott and I engage in launching his guided muscle and docking it several times a day, in whatever room we desire to do so. We no longer have to refrain from displaying signs of affection when out in public, and we sign in husband and wife while traveling.

Who knows, we might even bump into you and yours one day, hopefully so.

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