Authors Note: This story is a sequel to "Return to 23 River Bend Ln." Please understand that this story, as well as its prequel, are authors attempts at realism. Realism is a literary movement that defies conventional storytelling with plot, good guys, bad guys, happy endings or sad endings. Since real lives are lived without any of these, realism throws these elements out. If you are expecting a Cinderella style traditional narrative pattern, then this is not it.
If you had the voyeuristic window to view a taboo relationship for fixed amount of time, what would you see? This story, as well as its prequel is an attempt to give you that glimpse, without contaminating it with elements of traditional narrative.
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I was on the living room couch playing Nintendo and mom sat on the kitchen table, drinking coffee while teleworking. She had woken up in a low neck tank top, and covered herself in a silky nightgown to log in to work. Her telework appearance was far from aesthetic, but the night robe gaped open to reveal her extended cleavage. Totally unaware of her motherly charms, she sat there on the table, messaging customers their flight details, hotel reservations and what not, occasionally picking up a phone or two.
It had been over a month since the night that changed our relationship forever. I had walked into her room as her son and walked out as so much more. I had left my seed into her belly and had she not been on the pill... I dare not think what would have happened.
My mom was the type who enjoyed having sex with men she had authority over. It was only after bullying and dominating my dad that she had sex with him and she loved him in a bizarre way that could be interpreted as abusive. Now, it was me. "You are such a horrible boy, do you know that?" she would tease me. Every time she would call me "horrible" or "dirty", there was nothing hostile in her tone. Since she already held authority over me, such words were uttered teasingly, but I knew that there was a sadistic arousal for her in them. I didn't mind. She was my mother after all.
I wanted to experience that forbidden fruit every night but she would only serve it at a time and place of her own choosing. "Not now! Maybe later if you are good," she would say to deny me. In a period spanning little over a month, we had only done it four times and she never allowed me to sleep in her bed at night. Once the sex was over, I was told to go to my own room and sleep. "I am still your mother and you must respect that," she would say.
Outside the bedroom, she ensured that nothing would change. If arousal took over and I attempted to hold her in forbidden ways, she would shut it all down in the most motherly tone possible. "Look, we can not act like this outside the bedroom. The only time you can touch me that way is when we are in my room and the door is locked, do you understand me?" she had emphasized. "Once we are done loving each other, we do not talk about it outside the bedroom. No one should ever get a hint of any of this, got it?"
I understood the wisdom behind it and respected her boundaries. "Mom, can we play tonight" was the only way I would ask. Most of the time, it would be "Not tonight." Occasionally, she would say, "You have been good so... sure." She would shower and get dressed and I would hear a faint "I am going to bed." That was a green light for me to go in. During the day, I would treat her with all the respect a mother deserved around the house, but once the door was closed, it would be a different matter.
Sitting on the couch playing Nintendo I glanced towards her. My eyes studied the whiteness of her throat, the swell of her breast and how they came together to form the majestic cleavage that was revealing itself through the low neck of the tank top. I wanted her in a way no son would desire his mother.
I stood up and walked into the kitchen acting like I was there to get water. Then I waited for her to finish the call. "I totally understand Jeff. Your reservations include free breakfast as well as airport transfers. I am also sending you some coupons. You are most welcome. Have a nice trip!" she said over the phone and then hung up.
I pulled the barstool next to her and sat down. "What do you want?" she asked without breaking concentration from the screen. Her tone was as if she already knew what I had come to ask.
"Mom?" I said.
"Yes?"
"Can we play tonight?"
"Haven't we played already?" she asked, typing away.
I brought my arm around her waist and said "Please mom?"
"Hey no touching!" she said as she slapped my arm away, partly as a joke but partly not.
"I really want you mom!" I emphasized.
A smile appeared on her face while she continued to type. I waited impatiently for a reply which came, "Arlight. Come in the room after midnight."
My cock immediately grew to her words but I controlled myself and returned to my nintendo. We did not speak about it all night and went about our business like a typical mother and son. That night, I also went to bed at 11:30 pm like nothing happened. But, I kept looking at the clock for midnight. Finally, the moment came and I stood up and walked out of my bedroom into my mothers room.
I opened the door and found the room empty. There was the faint sound of a shower coming from the bathroom and I could sense movement in it. I locked the door behind me, took off my t -shirt and pulled down my boxers. My cock was already erect with anticipation. At that moment the shower stopped and there was silence for what seemed like an eternity.
Then the door opened and she stood in the doorway in her lacy, low neck lingerie. Her curvy silhouette announced itself through the fabric, her presence accompanied by the fragrance of a freshly showered female body. "Looks like you are ready!" she laughed as she walked into the room scrubbing her hair with the towel. Her milky white body was glowing in the dim candle light, and I allowed my eyes to settle on her bust line. The low neck line of her lingerie struggled to contain her tits, pressing them together to form the deep cleavage that I revered in the most erotic way possible.
"Wow!" I said as I walked towards her. She was still scrubbing her hair with her towel when my arms went around her and I pulled her into myself like a rag doll built for my pleasure. "Be gentle!" she laughed as my arms slid around her. Feeling the damp nakedness of her back with my hands, I pulled her into me. Our lips met in a perfectly timed, gentle kiss.
"You want to love your mother tonight huh? Is that what you want?" Her hand wandered down between my legs and by the time she took my erection in her hand, the look on her face had turned from motherly to naughty. "Ooooh look at you Cody. Is this for me?" she asked.
"Umm hmmm!" I said.
Mom then went down on her knees, looked up at me and then took me deep into her mouth.I felt both her hands feel my thighs upwards until they were grabbing both my butt cheeks. She then started sucking me and when it came to my mother, she knew how to suck! It started with sloppy sucking that was intended to quote my throbbing hardness with her saliva. Then it turned into vacuum sucking intended to draw blood into my engorged cock, making it harder and more sensitive. She would deep throat me and slide her mouth back on my cock, sucking me into erection as she went.
While moaning I could barely utter the words, "Mom... you are such a good mom! Oh my... you are the best mom in the world."
Encouraged by my words, she started to suck deeper, tighter causing my erection to literally throb in her mouth. "She would tease the sensitive head of my cock with her tongue and then take the whole length in her mouth like she meant it. You like your mom's tits around your cock?" She asked. My knees were so weak with the sensations that she had caused, that I did not have the presence of mind to even answer. Mom did not need any answer for she pulled down the neckline of her lingerie to expose those marvelous melons. Then she lifted them up in her hands and pushed them against my cock, pressing them together to trap my throbbing erection. I started to buck my hips up and down causing my cock to smoothly slide back and forth between the valley of her milky white tits. Every time my cock would run out of lubrication, she would pause to take me into the depths of her mouth and suck me. Then she would take my saliva covered erection between her jugs and press them together, allowing me to fuck them.
She then rose up to her feet, grabbed me from behind my neck and pulled my mouth to hers. We tasted each other's mouths and in the middle of that passionate kiss, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into me. With her breasts mashed into my chest, I kissed her mouth. Then I started kissing her chin, down to her jawline. Soon my wet tongue was licking and kissing its way down her throat until I had reached her bust. With my arms around her waist now, I stared at her heavy round breasts, that were so well filled and plump that I could see a faint outline of veins through her pale, white skin.
"Suck your mom's tits like you do Cody," she said as she pulled my head into her right breast. My mouth got latched into her hard red nipple and I sucked like I meant it. "Oh my God baby. Your mom has sensitive nipples and you suck them so good darling!" she said, twisting and turning in my arms but I held her tightly. "Yes darling, take the other one now. This one..." she said, lifting her other breasts in one hand and offering it to me. Obediently, I complied, taking it in my mouth as she dropped her head back to enjoy the sensations.
The arching of her back and the momentum of her head being thrown upwards, caused her to fall back into the bed. Since she was in my arms, I fell on top of her but it was a gentler landing on the bed, with my mouth still latched onto her nipple. I devoured her breasts, one after the other, as they stood proudly on her chest, even when she was laying down. She caressed my hair in the most motherly way as I worshiped her melons. "Cody, am I a bad mother to you?"
I stopped kissing her breasts. "No. Why?" I asked.
"This is called incest!"
"But we both want it right?" I asked.
"Do you? I mean... do you not feel I led on into this?" she asked while caressing my hair.
"No mom. I want this." I told her and kissed her breast. Then I started sucking her nipple and her breathing got heavier.
"I mean... mmmm...you may hate me later for this," she said moaning in her deep, raspy voice of arousal. I continued to kiss and devour her breasts without answering, and that was probably all the assurance that she needed. "Cody... Cody..." she moaned as her hands gripped my hair and brought my face up to hers, for what seemed like a kiss. But then she stopped, holding my face above hers, looking me in the eyes. "Cody? If there ever comes a time when you hate me for all this then I want you to remember this moment. You can walk out of that door right now, do you want that?"
"No!" I said.
"What do you want right now?"
"I want to fuck you badly," I said.
"You want to fuck your own mother?" she asked emphasizing the words "fuck" and "mother."
