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Author's note:
This story is meant to be a fantasy. As such, many points of reality are put to the side, such as safety and pregnancy, as well as others.
Additionally, this story will cover a wide range of sexual activities. I will try to cover them in the intro, but please be aware. All characters are at least 18 years of age.
Following comments that I have gotten previously; Everything here is meant for the purpose of telling a story and titillating the reader and is not meant as a portrait of reality. I love hearing from readers, but if you comment that it wouldn't happen that way in real life, well, that's why it's a fantasy.
Topics: incest, oral, mother son, bdsm, sensory deprivation, spanking, threesome
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As I put my bag into the taxi, I shivered in the cold. It was times like this that I remembered why I had moved so far for school. Not that the snow wasn't pretty, or that there wasn't something about a white Christmas that just felt right, but the invasive cold couldn't compare to sunshine and moderate temperatures all year round. I debated calling my mother to let her know I was almost there, but instead, sent her a message. The streets were pretty empty, which made sense, given that it was Christmas Eve. I had been debating coming out earlier, but between my class schedule and work, it hadn't been possible. That, plus weather delays meant that I was getting in really late.
The empty roads meant that what was usually a forty-five minute to hour drive, ended up taking only twenty. I gave the driver an extra large tip, wished him a happy holidays, and got out of the car. Staring at my childhood home, I stood there in the child for a minute as waves of nostalgia welled up inside of me. The last time I was home was over a year and a half ago. Then the cold got to me and I hurried up to the front door. Taped to the door was an envelope with my name on it. I grabbed it, unlocked the door, and hurried inside.
"Hey Mom, I'm home," I called out, setting down my bag and taking off my coat. When nobody answered I stopped and tried again. "Hello?" I called out.
When nobody responded, I remembered the letter. Hurriedly opening it, I read it.
*I have been thinking about how much I love you, how much I appreciate you, how much you mean to me, and your place in my life. I have also spent a lot of time thinking about my needs. In the end I decided that not only do I want you, but I need you. I want you in my life, in all ways, not just what we had, but more.
So in that light, I made a decision. I'm yours. 100%. No hesitations, no reservations. I love you and I trust you. As a show of commitment and trust, I'm waiting for you under the tree, wrapped up with a bow. I'll be in full sensory deprivation, completely blindfolded and unable to hear anything, along with a gag, making it impossible for me to talk. I want this. I want to completely give myself to you. I'm yours to do what you want with.*
I stared at the letter for a long time, not knowing what to do with it. Then, as if in a trance, I slowly walked to the living room. I stopped in the doorway. There, next to the tree, bathed in the warm light of the fireplace, was my mother. She was completely naked, save for a large, bright red bow on her back, cuffs around her wrists and ankles that were chained together with a bar between her feet, and a black leather hood over her head. She was on her knees with her bare ass facing the entry way and her hooded head was pressed against the floor. Her long, blonde hair was done up into a tight braid that came out the back of the hood.
"Mom?" I said loudly. There was no answer. "MOM!" I said again even louder.
There was still no response. It was clear that she was still alive, I could see her breathing, and I could also see that her cunt was pulsing, something I would have never expected to ever see. I read the letter again. And again. I knew from my sporadic conversations with her that things were complicated with my father. And I knew that she missed having me around. We used to be really close and my moving away had been hard. Both of my older sisters had gotten married young and moved away. Being the baby and the only boy, she had put me on a pedestal and doted on me from day one.
I was torn. On one hand, this was insane. I didn't know what was going on with her, but this was incest. It was my mother for fucks sake. What was she thinking? And the whole sensory deprivation thing? The BDSM stuff? What was that? What had happened to her since I moved out? On the other hand, this was my mother. With everything that she had done for me over the years, who was I to deny her anything? Plus, my mother, who was in her late forties, was incredibly sexy. To say that she had never featured in some of my more shameful jerk off sessions would be a lie. Anyways, lusting after your mother is perfectly normal. Right?
I went and made myself a drink. My father always kept some decent bourbon in the house and I poured myself a couple of fingers worth. I had a few sips, but not too much at once, especially as I hadn't eaten much beyond snacks while traveling. I sat back down on the couch in the living room, looking at my mother. Her large tits were pressed against the floor and her round ass was high in the air. I had another sip, and felt the warm glow of alcohol settle into my stomach.
I made my decision. I want to say that it was all perfectly altruistic, but let's be honest. Part of it definitely was trying to give my mother what she wanted. But there was also the part of me that hadn't gotten laid in six months, and the part that still lusted over my mother, and the part where there was an available and eager pussy waiting to be fucked. And as they say, a stiff dick has no conscience.
I got undressed and put my clothing on the couch. I knelt between my mother's bound legs and gently caressed her bare skin. It was smooth and warm. My touch sent a shiver through her tied up form. I couldn't imagine how sensitive and vulnerable she must feel. Not even knowing that somebody was there and suddenly someone was touching her.
This close to her, the scent of her arousal was obvious. Running a hand across her round ass and down towards her hairless pussy, I found her soaked. My touching her outer lips was enough to drag out the first muffled sound I had heard from her. My finger slid inside my mother with such ease. I pulled it out and tasted my mother's juices. While my girlfriends over the years had plenty of complaints about me, some justified and some not, none of them had ever complained that I was a selfish lover. Part of that was that I loved eating pussy. I was always happy to go down on a girl. I never understood why guys didn't like it. It tastes amazing and the amount of pleasure you can give a girl is hard to match.
With my hands on my mother's thighs, I lowered my face to her pussy. I breathed in deeply, inhaling her scent, savoring it, before caressing her folds with my tongue. Another muffled moan escaped her hood. The sound was surprisingly erotic. I took my time. Not only did she deserve it, but she had the perfect blend of musky, spicy, and sweet. She had her first orgasm as I dug my tongue deep into her hole. I welcomed the thicker juices into my mouth, savoring her flavors.
She almost immediately started building towards her second when I switched my focus to her clit. I was surprised how big it was. Most of the girls I had been with had a small button, even when it was engorged. My mother's clit was about a centimeter wide and tall. I alternated between flicking it with my tongue and sucking on it. By now she would probably have been yelling if not for the gag she had in. Even so, her moans and cries of pleasure were very audible. She was so responsive to my mouth that even if she hadn't tasted so good, she would have been fun to go down on. She sprayed my face when I finally decided to push her over the edge. I wrapped my mouth tight on the top of her cunt and rubbed her clit hard with my tongue while sucking. My mother's entire body bucked as her juices sprayed out of her. I held her thighs tight and kept assaulting her button for another thirty seconds as writhed.
I let go of her thighs and my mother collapsed forward as far as her restraints would allow. I wiped my face a bit, licking my hands clean, and then got up. I had another sip of my bourbon. I was surprised just how well it paired with my mother's pussy juices. I looked down at her, breathing heavy, shuddering, still coming down. I had never seen something so beautiful in my life.
I got back up and knelt behind her. In the warm light of the fireplace, under the Christmas tree, I slid my cock into my mother's pussy for the first time. She felt incredible, warm and inviting, around my cock. She seemed to appreciate me as well, given the noises she was making. I started slow, but I knew that the first one was going to be quick, so I wasn't trying to drag it out. I quickly got to a decent pace, thrusting in and out of my mother, thighs slapping together, my hands on her hips. It only took a couple of minutes before I was ready to pop. I gave her three more good thrusts before going as deep as I could and unloading my cum deep into the pussy I came from. I groaned loudly as wave after wave of my hot, sticky cum blasted my mother's insides. Her muffled mewling seemed to indicate she liked it as well.
When I finally stopped pulsing, I pulled out with a slopping sound and finished my drink. I took a few deep breaths before kneeling back behind my mother. From experience, I knew that I had at least two good orgasms in the tank before I need to take a break. Usually it was more, and my record was five, but that was a threesome in which both girls were trying to prove something.
