This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to anyone dead or alive is quite coincidental. This story contains graphic incestuous mother and son relationships, which includes sexual intercourse and other taboo subjects. All characters are over 18 years of age. Please enjoy in the comfort your own home, with family or friends.
A special shout out for Don who helped edit this chapter.
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While I continued to sleep in my own bed, and my mother in hers, I could not wait for Sunday to arrive where I could share her bed with her. Last week's revelation about our love and carnal lust for each other weighed heavy on our minds. Loving her was the easy part. For me it was the sex between us that was hard to fathom, as I am sure it was for her too.
Incestuous sex with my mother, Christine, has been the hottest sex I have ever had during my short adult life. I have been with a few different women, but none could compare to her which makes my enjoyment of my mother all the more poignant. Only nineteen years between us did not seem such a vast difference. I was conflicted between the utmost joy i felt with having sex with my mother and the consuming guilt of committing the insidious insestuous act of sexual intercourse with her.
Perhaps I am overplaying it, over analyzing things. Perhaps this was good. We loved each other both carnally and spiritually. We enjoyed each other's company. My mother seemed to have adapted to our new lifestyle. There was nothing to worry about. Nothing at all. Was there?
We have no family to contend with. When she became pregnant with me, her pious holier than thou parents kicked her out of the home and abandoned her as did her siblings and relatives. My mother suffered much because of me. The young man who impregnated her also abandoned her, he said he was to young for fatherhood and responsibilities. At nineteen she had to struggle to get by, worked until she was close to giving birth, then finding daycare for me while she worked as a waitress and eventually earning a college degree as a paralegal and now works at a prestigious law firm. It was just she and me.
I was resolute in my purpose to make my mother happy in any way I could. She deserved to have a happy enjoyable life. Even if she did or did not remarry, I would take care of her into her twilight years and beyond.
Sunday arrived none too soon. I got up and went to the kitchen where my mother was preparing breakfast. She looked up at me and my heart melted. The smile she gave me could not be ignored. I walked up to her and placed a kiss on her lips.
'Good morning mom.' I said to her as I caressed her ass before I moved away to sit at the counter.
'Good morning Richard.' She replied, her eyes sparkling as she looked at me and my heart raced. It's been a week since our last intimate communion and I wanted and needed her badly.
"How was your week? Was school okay? How was work?' She prattled. 'I got a raise in pay at work, not a lot but it's enough to be happy with.' She commented.
'Congratulations mom. I am sure you more than earned it. It's nice that you have a job you enjoy.' I said. 'As for me, school is school and work is work. I can't wait to get my degree and get a real job where I can make a significant contribution to the household.' I added.
I looked at her as she set out the plates of food and the finally sat beside me. There were questions I had to ask.
'Mom, are we going to be okay with this? I feel that perhaps I have taken advantage of your naivety. I love you, I enjoy being with you and I enjoy sleeping with you, but I do not want to hurt you.' I said to her.
'Richard, I may have been sexually naive, but I am not stupid. I know full well what we are getting into. You are my son and I love you unconditionally. To share my body with you makes the love I feel for you become even greater. I am sure you must feel the same of me. You and I share a very special bond that very few people can identify with. I am not ashamed of having sex with you.' She replied as she began eating her breakfast.
I looked at her, feeling an overwhelming love for her. I knew now that it did not matter that she was my mother.
She gave me that smile that gets me weak in the knees as she got up. Dressed in jeans and shirt, she moved around the kitchen with a sensuous sway to her hips. She kept glancing at me, a smirk like smile on her face. She was up to something, I could feel it.
Church was painful. The sermons seemed to drag on for an eternity. I kept having salacious thoughts of my mother and then regretting it after when I started developing an erection. She did not help when she crossed and uncrossed her legs under her knee length dress which climbed ever higher above her knees. I wanted her so bad, I could taste her. I was excited at the prospect of performing cunnilingus on her. I salivated at that thought and almost drooled. I wanted to give her the best experience with my mouth.
Then I began to think about teaching her to suck my cock. She had never had oral sex in her life. She had previously always thought it to be an immoral and unhygienic. But the thought of my mother sucking my cock caused my cock to drool pre-cum. The mental image of her sensuous lips around my cock was almost too much to take.
Suddenly I felt a nudge on my shoulder and was brought out of my reverie as my mother stood up for the final hymn. I quickly stood up and my head swooned from a blood rush. I looked at her sheepishly. She smirked at me. Yes that was definitely a smirk.
After church, we walked home at a leisurely pace. It was a bright sunny spring day. There was a slight chill in the air which felt refreshing.
'Were you having lewd thoughts about me in church?.' She asked
I looked at her and tried unsuccessfully to suppress a blush that burnt my face. An answer was not necessary.
When we got into our apartment, I pulled her into my arms and attempted to kiss her. She pushed me back.
'Steady on my hormonally charged son. Let's not rush into things.' She said with giggle as she held me at arm's length.
'But mom, I want you. I need you now.' I said to her.
She patted my cheek. 'All things in good time, my son.' She chided me as she turned and went to her room.
I was left standing there feeling foolish and childish for losing my cool. I went to my room feeling chagrined. I changed out of my church clothes.
I came out with my arms full of my laundry and dropped it into the basket in the utility room. I almost ran into her as I came back out. She had changed into a pair of Daisy Mae shorts that accentuated her ass and hips beautifully, and a snug halter top that clung to her bra-less breasts and showed her hard nipples, with her midsection exposed. God she was looking so fucking hot.
I walked past her and I could hear her giggling. Fuck, she is toying with me, my mother is fucking toying with me.
Furious, I looked back at her just as she bent over to add her bag of laundry to the basket, her ass looking spectacular. Fuck, I groaned inwardly.
When she came back out she had a smug look on her face.
'Have I reached bitch status yet?' She asked.
'What?' I looked at her appalled.
'You know what I said.' She said.
