*All characters are above the age of 18*
Lisa turned around in shock as she recognized the young man holding her hand as her son. She was in shock. Surely this was impossible. They must have gotten mixed up as they left. But no, they were the only ones that left at that time and they had been holding hands or touching the whole time. Lisa was shocked into silence at the realization that her son had given her the best fucking of her entire life!
She shook her head and tried to deny the fact that she had just orgasmed six times with her own son. She opened her mouth several times, but no sounds came out. She immediately dropped her hand from his like it was blisteringly hot. Lisa covered her mouth in shock as the consequences of their actions finally hit home. But no one saw them fucking, obviously, and no one was around right now. With a quick glance in front and behind them, she whispered fearfully, "I have to go."
Lisa practically ran out of the house sobbing, as she absentmindedly heard her son quietly calling after her. As she drove home, Lisa had to force herself to answer her cell phone when Alex called. As she picked up the phone, she immediately heard her son apologizing profusely. Feeling her chest tighten in guilt, Lisa quickly declared, "This is not your fault. We didn't know. We did nothing wrong. I can't talk now. We can talk later. Good night."
She quickly hung up and silenced her phone as she continued to drive home. This wasn't Alex's fault. But it wasn't hers either. Neither of them had known. She had clearly seen the shock and disbelief on her son's face. They hadn't been playing a sick game. Had they done anything wrong? Incest was immoral and looked down on, but neither of them had known they were engaging in incest at the time. It doesn't matter that she had orgasmed six times. She tried not to think about how her son's cock had felt and tasted on her tongue, how incredible he had been at going down on her, how her pussy and asshole were still tingling after the amazing way her son's cock had fucked her, or about the four loads of her son's cum that she could still feel inside her.
As she drove home alone, Lisa declared to an empty car, "This is bad."
I walked back to my dorm in a state of shock. I had just been fucking my own mother! And she had been an enthusiastic and highly vocal participant. The things she said and did with me had never occurred to me that she was even interested in. And when she found out that it was me, she couldn't even look at me! I had to find a way to fix this. But how?
Once she arrived home, Lisa immediately wrote her son a lengthy email. She emphasized that he had done nothing wrong and was not to blame. She tried her best to console him and remind him that neither of them had any idea about what they were doing with each other. Several times throughout the email, she had to stop thinking about how it had felt at the time. She had gotten worked up several times and almost grabbed a rabbit or dildo when her memory became too much for her. But she had finally finished the email and sent it. Now she took a shower and prepared for bed.
Once in the shower, she remembered how amazing it had felt to feel her son's strong hands feeling her body, his tongue in her pussy, his mouth on her clit, his cock inside her, and the amazing warmth of his hot cum spraying inside her. Damnit! I have to stop! It doesn't matter that he was the best fuck she'd ever experienced! Alex was her son! She shouldn't be thinking about him in this way. But the damage was done now. Why shouldn't she think about how amazing the sex has been?
I lay in my bed back in my dorm room and thanked god that I had a single-occupancy room. I couldn't get my mind off of how amazing my mother had been when she sucked my cock. The way she had ridden my hard cock with such energy and enthusiasm had made my cock explode inside her. When she begged me to fuck her deep and hard, I felt every tremble of her pussy when she orgasmed. Once she asked for me to fuck her ass and then moaned in pleasure as I pounded her without mercy, both of us had orgasmed so hard that it exhausted us both. She had been so embarrassed afterward that she had literally run from me. How could I make this right?
The next day, I woke up, checked my emails, and found the email from my mother. I read it several times but I still didn't know where we stood. She could barely look me in the eye last night. What's going to happen the next time we see each other? I sent her a quick reply agreeing with everything she said. What else could I do?
Lisa had a restless sleep and finally woke up feeling antsy. She checked her email and read her son's reply. She sighed as she read his agreement to everything she had said, but she could read between the lines. Her son was obviously confused and hesitant to talk about his feelings. How could she blame him? After everything she had done to him and had him do to her, how could her son not be embarrassed and ashamed?
With an exasperated grunt, Lisa decided to take some personal time to take her mind off of last night's activities. She relaxed in her computer chair, grabbed her favorite vibrating dildo, and settled down to watch some of her favorite porn scenes. As she watched, she couldn't help but compare the sex on the screen with what she'd experienced last night. Several times she caught herself thinking, "Alex was much better last night," "I came much harder with Alex," "I bet Alex would do that much better," or any number of things that she shouldn't be thinking about her son. She finally even tried to watch "Taboo," and got very close to orgasm during the mother-and-son incest scenes, but none of it compared to Alex.
With another exasperated dismissal, Lisa turned off her computer and stopped trying to get off. Truth be told, her pussy and asshole we're still tingling from their workout from last night. She thought wistfully, "He's going to make some woman or women very satisfied someday."
After a week of Mom and I not talking as we usually did, I was jumpy and distracted. I hadn't been able to get off alone and I hadn't even tried to fuck someone else. I was going crazy! Finally, I sent Mom a succinct text, "We should talk."
Lisa was so antsy and frazzled that she could barely think straight. She hadn't been able to bring herself to orgasm no matter how much she tried, what toys she used, what porno she watched, or what erotic story she read. She even tried MILF and male teen porn, but nothing worked. The incest porn she had watched was a joke! Stepmoms and stepsons, ugh! Even the dialogue made her roll her eyes. The erotic stories had helped, but it wasn't enough. She had gotten incredibly turned on by Kay Parker blowing her son as he slept from "Taboo" and this had led her to watch one of her favorite blowjob scenes when Tracy Adams finally succeeds in seducing her daughter's boyfriend from "Pretty Peaches 3." Those two blowjob scenes were two of the most sensual blowjob scenes she had ever seen. Those two classic female porn stars were either turned on and wanted to blow the male stars or deserved an Academy Award for their acting abilities. But even those scenes couldn't get her off or compare to Alex. Every time she got close, Alex would pop into her head. She had even considered just laying in bed fantasizing about Alex and what amazing things he had done to her. It was by far, the best sex she had ever had. Why shouldn't she use the memories to get off? In the end, she hadn't been able to bring herself to actually masturbate while fantasizing about her son. Why was incest so wrong? It certainly hadn't felt wrong at the time.
After a week, she received the text from Alex and responded immediately. He would come home Friday night after classes were done so they could finally talk. Even that left her antsy. That afternoon when she was done working out, she showered and shaved herself baby-smooth without thinking. She tried to argue that she always shaved in the shower, so this wasn't odd at all. Once she found herself rubbing lotion on herself and admiring the way she looked in the mirror, she hung her head in defeat. What was she going to do? How could she fix this?
As she stared at her naked body in the mirror, Lisa's mind went back to the feeling of her son kneeling at her feet with his amazing tongue deep inside her pussy. She gasped involuntarily as she remembered ordering him to suck her clit and the explosive orgasm that had resulted. How would Alex act if he were an active participant and not just a boy toy to an older woman? Would he take a more aggressive role, like when he roughly fucked her ass? Would he be tender, loving, and attentive, like when he trailed his hands up and down her body, gripped her large ass, massaged her breasts, and sucked her hard nipples, like when she rode his hard cock to orgasm? Her son had brought her to explosive orgasm six times in less than two hours. He had pumped four loads of his hot cum into her body. She sighed at the memory of her son's hard cock exploding in her mouth and the amazing taste of his salty cum.
Lisa began wondering how Alex acted with other women during sex. Was he slow and sensual? Did he take charge and leave them exhausted after multiple orgasms? Was he a combination of the two, changing tactics as the situation dictated? Lisa moaned as she imagined Alex dick-tating for her. She suddenly blinked at her own reflection when she realized that she was slowly teasing her clit as she fantasized about fucking her son again.
She stood there stunned as her pussy trembled. She and her son hadn't spoken since that night. They had only communicated by two emails and two text messages. She knew her son was as conflicted and confused as she was. She was just too horny! There had to be a way to get past this. Lisa considered her options and finally decided on one possible solution to all their issues.
I arrived that afternoon and entered the house. Mom approached me with a wide smile and greeted me warmly. She led me to the living room and we sat on the couch as we talked. She was dressed in a long robe, and I couldn't help but wonder what she had on under that robe, as my cock stirred in my pants. She carried on oblivious to my growing erection and it seemed like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, as she asked about my week. We talked like we always had and after several minutes, we had fallen into our normal routine. Mom then took me by the hand and led me around the house, showing me various changes she had made since my last visit. Every chance I had, I would gaze at her breasts and remember how they had felt in my hands. I would glance at her luscious ass and remember squeezing her cheeks as she rode my hard cock. I even stared at her pouty lips and remembered kissing her and the way her lips felt as she sucked my cock.
