Allegra & Steve

By the time we reached home, evening had set in. The sky was a glorious shade of pink and was filled with songbirds returning home. It seemed that even the weather was adding to my mood of romance. I was happier than I had ever been in the past few years. Physically, I felt alive, aroused; and emotionally I was riding a high.

The word incest reared its ugly head in my mind. But I quickly pushed away such thoughts. I was not going to allow feelings of guilt to mar my happiness. I decided I would deal with such thoughts later. Right now, I wanted to savour the present and just indulge my wanton senses. I wanted to make love to my son again. I wanted to fuck him, and be fucked by him. I wanted to suck his cock fill my mouth with his lovely cream. I wanted him to eat my pussy till I was drained out. I was fantasizing about doing things with him that no mother would normally do!

In fact the illicitness of what I was doing was what excited me further, almost like a wicked aphrodisiac. The very thought of what I wanted to do made my cunt start twitching with desire.

Steve parked the car in the garage, and helped me carry the shopping bags inside the house. After putting them in my bedroom, he turned to me, with a confused look on his face.

"Mom," he began tremulously. "Today has been very special for me. Perhaps the best day of my life, ever. I have done stuff that no boy my age would have ever done. But I also realize that what we did is not what a son and mother normally do."

"Honey," I replied. "Let us not think about that right now. And please do not feel bad about anything. I did not do anything I did not want to. You made me feel young and alive. You made me feel like a sexy woman all over again. That is all that matters."

"So, you are okay with what happened?"

"I do not know whether I am okay. Certainly, it is not normal for a mother and son to indulge in sex. Our societal norms do not permit that. But, it has happened, and I have enjoyed what we did. And I do not want to stop what we have started. You have aroused feelings in me that I have not experienced in a long time. And I am quite relishing that sensation. So, let's forget about the morality part for the moment. I do want to continue to make love to you and to be loved by you."

"Oh, mom. That makes me happy too. I want to continue to be your lover."

"Oh yes, honey. You are my teenaged lover. We are going to do a lot of naughty things together." I gathered him into my arms and kissed him gently on his lips.

"Mom, you are the best," he whispered, and slowly moved his tongue into my open mouth. I kissed him back with increasing ardour, sucking on his tongue and biting it gently. The taste of his sweet saliva was like an aphrodisiac on my tongue.

"Mmmmm...." he moaned and hugged me closer to him. I could feel his erection rubbing against my stomach, as his hands began to roam over my backside. "Mom, my cock is so hard, I feel like I am going to explode any moment."

"Yes, I know. I can feel it throbbing against me. But right now, I have to go."

I quickly disengaged form his embrace. "What I want to do now is to take a bath. Why don't you rustle up something simple for dinner while I finish my bath? After dinner, I shall let you make love to me in my bed. Yes, my dear son, you are going to fuck me on my own bed. Tonight, you shall become the man of the house!"

Steve's eyes lit up with excitement. "You really mean that, mom? Go ahead and take your bath. I shall organize dinner. I will make one of my famous salads, and chill a bottle of wine as well."

"Sounds good, honey. You sure know how to seduce a lady," I replied.

Once Steve left the bedroom, I quickly stripped off my clothes, and got into the bathtub for a relaxing soak. Settling into the hot water, my mind went over the events of the past twelve hours. What an amazing day it had been! Last night, I was just another hard working single woman, taking care of her teenage son. And tonight, I was a wanton, incestuous mother who had made love to her son in a cinema theatre.

Strangely, I did not experience any feelings of guilt. Rather, I felt quite excited about what was going to happen.

I lay in the bath for a while, thinking about how to handle the situation. I knew that in the long run, I would not be able to continue what I had started. It was too dangerous, and would lead to unwelcome consequences. But stopping it right now was an option that my mind did not accept. I had been sexually awakened after a long time, and I was hungry for more. Also, stopping it abruptly might have bad emotional consequences for Steve. He could think I was rejecting him. I did not want to saddle him with the burden of guilt. As the warm water relaxed me, my thoughts became more coherent, and I decided that I would speak to Steve about it tomorrow morning. Tonight, I was going to make love to my son.

When I came down to the kitchen, dinner was ready. There were two lit candles on the table, a bottle of wine chilling in an ice bucket, a large bowl of salad, and some bread in a wicker basket.

Steve pulled the chair for me to sit down. I noticed there was a single red rose by my plate. My heart almost melted.

"Oh! Steve. This is so sweet of you. It has been years since someone has been so thoughtful to me." I kissed his cheek and sat down.

"I hope everything is to my lady's liking," he said while filling my glass with wine.

I took a sip of the wine. It was a slightly spicy Gewürztraminer. "Mmmmm... so far so good," I replied, responding to the mood he had created. "Please serve me the salad as well."

The salad was excellent. Chunks of grilled chicken breast tossed together with arugula, radicchio and tomato in a warm vinaigrette dressing. The garlic bread had been warmed in the oven and was a perfect accompaniment to the salad.

Dinner was a cosy, intimate affair. We were both hungry, and quickly finished off the salad. When we were done, I got up to clear the plates; but Steve stopped me. "No mom, leave it to me. Tonight you don't do any work. Why don't you go sit down? I will be with you in a moment."

I carried my glass of wine with me into the living room, and sat down on the couch. The wine was creating a nice warm sensation in me, and I felt completely at peace with the world. Things just couldn't get any better I thought.

I watched Steve put away the plates and clear the table. He worked with clean, precise movements. There was an assuredness to everything he did. I liked that very much.

A few minutes later, Steve joined me. He held out a plate with two forks and a large piece of chocolate cake. "It's dessert time," he announced, plonking down on the couch next to me.

I turned to him and kissed him full on the lips. It was a kiss full with promise and desire. A kiss that hinted of pleasures to come, a kiss pregnant with the salacious possibilities of the night ahead.

We ate the cake in silence, savouring the rich dark chocolate, and occasionally feeding each other. Steve put his arm around me, drawing me closer to his body, his hand grazing the side of my breast. I was getting moist, and my lower abdomen was suffused with a warm glow. I snuggled up closer to my son and rested my head on his shoulder, feeling comfortable and mellow.

"Steve, this moment is perfect, isn't it. I wish this night could last forever."

"Yeah, mom. I feel so happy and contented. I love you very, very much and would do anything to make you feel happy."

"Yes, I know that baby. No one could ask for a better son than you.

I think I am the most fortunate mother in the whole world. Now let us go to my bedroom, and make love. I cannot wait any further. Carry me upstairs Stevie, and make me your woman."

Steve got up and lifted me up from the sofa. He carried me in his arms and slowly walked up the stairs. One hand was under my lower back and I could feel his fingers stroking the cleft between my butt cheeks through the thin fabric of my nightshirt.

"Oh mom," he whispered into my hair. "I love you so much that it hurts."

What followed was a night of the most intense sex I have ever experienced. Steve was a natural at the art of love making. Almost instinctively, he knew what a woman wanted. He knew when to be tender and gentle, and when to be aggressive and rough. At times, he would cover my entire body with the tenderest of kisses, his tongue probing and touching me in places where I had never been touched before. At other times, he was firm and demanding, as though he knew what he wanted, almost to the point of being rough. Sometimes, he mewled and moaned like a baby, suckling on my breasts or burrowing his face between my legs, seeking my hidden nectar. Or he growled from deep within his throat, the lusty roar of an animal seeking to rut with his mate. His magnificent cock was like a stallion, proud, erect and unflagging. And my pussy was a raging river of molten lava, wet and overflowing with my love juices. Soon, the room was filled with the wet slurping noises of raw sex, as my son filled my cunt with his rampant cock and fucked me mercilessly.

I don't know how many times I must have climaxed that night. It seemed that I was in the throes of one long orgasm that never seemed to end. I was riding the crest of a thunderous wave of pleasure that seemed to go on and on. Finally, around midnight, we both fell back, completely exhausted, but satisfied. The sheets were wet with perspiration and my thighs and lower abdomen were sticky with the combined juices of our lovemaking. We were both drained by the sheer energy of the sex we had, and I held Steve in my arms as we both drifted off to sleep.

It must have been early dawn when I woke up to the erotic feel of someone kissing the lips of my vagina. At first I thought I was having an erotic dream. But when I opened my eyes, I saw my son lying between my open legs, with his head buried in my crotch. He was gently licking me; first the insides of my inner thighs and then the outer lips of my cunt. It was incredibly arousing and I could feel my juices bubbling up. The feeling was wonderful.

Suddenly I remembered last night's love making. My pussy was still sticky and messy with our juices.

"Stevie, stop. I haven't cleaned up after last night," I muttered weakly, one part of my mind not wanting him to stop what he was doing.

In reply, Steve just mumbled something into my cunt, and burrowed down deeper, pushing his tongue deeper into my hole. His hands gripped my legs firmly and pushed them wide apart as he began to suck thick globs of cum out of me. With wide, flat strokes he licked my thick labial lips, biting them gently to set off ripples of pleasure from deep within me. My sopping wet vagina was pulsing with need.

"Ooooh God, Steve," I moaned. "Eat me, my darling son, eat me. Eat your mom to your heart's desire."

Steve let out a sigh of contentment as he moved his mouth over my wet swollen lips. His mouth opened and clamped over my vagina as his tongue delved once again into the deep recesses of my hole. I could feel him applying a sucking motion to draw out all the juices from inside my frothing cunt.

Wet, slurping noises punctuated the air as Steve sucked and swallowed the juices from my vagina. I was cumming profusely, and my vaginal area felt on fire. Suddenly he lifted his head higher and began to flick his tongue over my enlarged clit.

I felt a bolt of electricity shoot through my body. "OH SWEET GOD IN HEAVEN," I shouted as I raised my legs and wrapped them around Steve's head. "Oh dear son, keep doing that. It feels sooooooo gooood."

Steve began to move his head rapidly from one side to the other, brushing his tongue rapidly over my pulsing clit. I felt a roaring sound in my head. It was as if a thousand waterfalls were cascading over me, drenching me with pleasure.

"Oh God, Oh God," I cried out as my body shuddered in pleasure. "Steve, I am almost there. I am ready. YES, YES.......... Eat meeeeee baby.

EAT MEEEE. EAT YOUR MOMMMMMM. Oh yes, I am goooooing to........... YES..... I AM CUUUMMMIIINGGG...."

With a last shuddering thrust of my hips, I climaxed into my son's face. Steve held on to my convulsing body, and gently caressed me as my shaking body slowly returned to a state of normalcy. I stroked my fingers through his damp hair as I slowly loosened my grip on his head and opened my legs, allowing him to pull his face from my steamy crotch.

Steve looked up at me, a happy contented smile on his face. "Was it as good for you, as it was for me, mom?" he asked mischievously.

I opened my arms and drew him to me. "Come here, and give me a kiss," I ordered as he bent down to meet my mouth. His face was completely slick with juices. I licked his cheeks, his chin, his eyes, his forehead before finally coming to his lips.

"Oh my son, I love you very much," I whispered, as he opened his mouth and kissed me lovingly.

"I too love you very much, mom."

We lay like that for a few minutes, just caressing each other, and savouring the afterglow of the wonderfully intimate experience that we had just shared. The sky had turned a delicate shade of orange, and through my open windows, I could see the morning sun beginning to rise on the horizon. Gradually, the sky turned from orange to a golden hue, and filled the room with a warm glow.

Slowly, our intimate caresses turned into more ardent ones, hands exploring and lips seeking. I could feel passion building up inside me. Steve also began stirring with desire. His kisses became more urgent, and his thick cock began prodding me.

I quickly turned Steve over on his back and sat on his chest, my sodden pussy lips splayed open to his eyes. I rose up on my haunches and began to rub my wet pussy lips over his nipples till they were slick with my juices. I loved the feel of my sensitive lips over the hard nub of his nipples.

I moved further down his body, leaving a wet trail of slick over his stomach. I rubbed my throbbing labial lips over his cock, smearing his cock with my wetness. My clitoris was hard and erect, and as it rubbed over his hard shaft, the feeling was indescribable. I was coming copiously and I could feel the wetness spreading over both of us.

By now Steve was moaning with pleasure, his eyes closed shut, and tongue moving over his lips. I slowly bent my head down and began to suck on his nipples. I could taste myself, sharp and tangy. I drew his nipples into my mouth and suckled them. While I suckled on one nipple, I would hold the other between my thumb and forefinger and gently rolling and pinching it.

"Oh God, mom, that feels incredible. Pinch my nipples harder. Hurt me."

As I pinched his nipples harder, I kissed Steve on his lips, wetting his lips with my tongue. I opened my mouth and allowed my sweet saliva to drip down onto his parched lips, and then sucked his lips fully into my mouth. I kissed his eyes, and the space between his eyebrows. I gently turned his face to one side and ran the tip of my tongue into his ear, laving his earlobe with my saliva.

"Oh God, mom. You are incredible. That feels fantastic," he mumbled, as I continued to wriggle the tip of my tongue inside his ear. I could feel goose bumps rising all over his body, as kept writhing with pleasure.

Steve had now worked himself into a feverish state of excitement. He was almost senseless with pleasure; his eyes closed and his breathing ragged. I quickly moved down and placed myself between his legs. Steve's cock was now fully erect, pre-cum leaking continuously from its tip. I lay my face gently on his thigh, gazing lovingly at his throbbing erection. In a matter of a day, my son's cock had become an object of worship for me

I began to rub the pre-cum over my son's rampant cock. His cock was slippery and soon the slick juice worked itself up into a nice creamy froth. I slowly peeled back the foreskin to reveal the purple head of his cock. As I began to slide my hands up and down his cock ring, a thick drop of clear, viscous liquid bubbled up and dribbled down from the slit on the swollen head of his cock. I dipped my head down, and slowly caught it on the tip of my tongue. It was not as thick and creamy as his sperm. Lighter, with a lemony, salty tang. I loved the taste. It was wonderful.

I had always loved the taste of a man's cum. There is something very intimate about burying your face in your lover's crotch; his curly pubic hair rubbing against your lips as his cock spouted honeyed cream into your mouth - thick and viscous, rich and creamy, sliding down your throat like an offering from the God of Love. I loved the slippery feel of sperm, its gooey texture, its musky smell and its sharp taste.

But this was different. This was much more special. This was my son's cum. It was my own precious son's cream that I was lusting after. The very thought made me giddy with passion. Without wasting any further time, I took Steve's cock into my open mouth. I had to fulfil my tremendous urge to drink his juices. I wanted him to cum in my mouth and to fill me with his sweet young, taste.

I slowly began to lick the swollen head of his penis, my hands caressing his thick and heavy balls. I spread his thighs far apart and began to lick the underside of his balls, tickling the narrow strip of flesh between his balls and his anal hole.

Steve was now writhing with pleasure. I could see that he was getting practically mad with desire. "Oh God, mom. My dearest mom. What are you doing to me?" he mumbled incoherently.

His moans of pleasure started getting louder as I took his balls into my mouth, coating them with my sweet saliva. I rolled the sacs around in my mouth, applying a gentle suction with my lips.

Steve began thrashing on the bed, his hips shifting off the bed in response to my movements. By now his juice was bubbling up and running down his shaft into my mouth. I kept lapping it up, as I swirled my tongue up and down the length of his throbbing penis. The taste was incredible. I wanted more. I took his cock into my mouth, sucking hard on the head, rubbing the tip o my tongue along the sensitive area where the head and the shaft met.

"Mommmmmmm...." Steve cried out.

I felt his body tensing under me. His thighs began to quiver, and his body arched up from the bed. I knew he was reaching the point of no return.

"Oh Goddddddd. MOMMMMMMM," I am GOING TO CUUUMMMM. I AM GOING TO CUM IN YOUR MOUTH."

I could almost feel his sperm travelling up his cock as he began to thrash around on the bed. With a mighty roar he finally erupted, filling my mouth with his juice. The first blast hit the back of my throat, and before I could swallow it completely, the second volley poured in, overflowing from the corners of my mouth and dripping down my chin to his balls. His sperm was thick and slightly salty. It tasted fresh, not bitter. I sucked hard as his cock convulsed a few more times in my mouth.

"Baby. Your sperm tastes so sweet. Almost like honey. I want to drink it all."

Suddenly, my own cunt started throbbing. I felt an indescribable glow suffusing my lower belly, and I squeezed my legs together as an orgasm washed over me, leaving me trembling with pleasure.

I continued to suck Steve for a few more minutes till I was sure that there was no more juice left in his balls, and he was completely drained. Licking the last few drops of sperm that were still clinging to my lips I got up from the bed.

"Now, isn't that a lovely way to wake up in the morning, my darling son?"

"Sure mom. I wish we could do it every day," Steve replied, as he got up and picked up his clothes. "I guess, I better have a bath and get ready. I have a meeting at the school in the morning." He kissed me once more and left the room.

I got up from my bed and stretched languorously. I realized that in the past twenty four hours I had experienced more sex than I had had in the past several years. My whole body was tingling with pleasure and I was feeling completely satiated. I could almost sense the endorphins that were flooding through my system, suffusing my entire body with feelings of well being. "Oh God," I said to myself. "Thank you for making me so happy."