She had known that her handsome son had grownup to be a stud, a beefcake, masculine and obviously virile when he walked around the house in his jockey shorts in the morning, his erection often conspicuous. She had never scolded him because secretly she got a kick out of seeing how big and sexy her baby had grown. His sister stopped bitching about it a couple of years ago when they were both finally of college age. She wondered if her daughter had gotten over being embarrassed by the exhibitionism of his masculinity because she too came to appreciate the opportunity to have a good-looking brother parading around with a Playgirl centerfold body on display.
Now that morning erection was pressing tight to her tummy and doing things to her head in ways that a mother shouldn't think about doing with her own son. "We ought not to . . . Please, Honey I didn't mean that we . . . Sweetie, stop; pleeasse~! I'm your mother, it's to dangerou . . . oooh uhh!" her words changed to moans as his hands moved to her behind and with a slight lifting motion brought her to her toes, he bent his knees a little so the rock hard rod between them stroked once over her mound.
Then he returned his left hand to the small of her back. This gave her opportunity to lean back somewhat away from his chest but this was the very thing he had counted on. She felt his warm large right hand part the front of her robe to cup her naked tit and stroke the nipple with his thumb. His head bent again to kiss her. Her nipple was erect with the stimulation it was receiving. She was practically dripping between her legs and even the rosette of her asshole felt excited.
Her son's hand left her breast, but rather than move over to the other he tugged on the cord of her robe so that the sash loosened and came untied. Now he could see that she wore only the open robe, her pussy hair was a reddish brown triangle and the strawberries of her nipples played peek-a-boo from the sides of her robe. Then her son reached down to open his own robe. It too, was all that he wore. She found herself starring straight down at a solid pillar of male flesh, with veins along the side. A mushroom head of an awesome purple shade glistened with pre-cum seeping from the open hole in the tip.
She felt him slip his hands and arms inside her gown to draw mother and man-child in a full frontal nudity embrace. It was a moment so erotic and powerful that she knew then she had lost whatever will she ever had to resist his advances from then on. For here it was; here he was; someone who she did cared about, who would share a love special - sweet and sensual; she trusted him and they knew each other in an intimate way that was leading to physical intimacy also. The physical union was united by a spiritual one and soon his heighten pleasure would be in her deepest self.
Her head bent slightly to be at the perfect angle to suck his nipples. His look of surprise and the delight told her that this was a new thing which she was teaching him. Her mothering in teaching him about the finer points of carnal thrills made all the keener her desire to have him as a lover. The son she bore was soon to reenter the womb and complete the cycle of life. The two robes fell to the floor leaving the pair unrestricted in their exploration of each other's bodies. Her head was drawn up for kisses by his gentle hands.
He kissed her forehead, then her eyes, cheeks, lips; and open mouth kiss followed, their tongues danced together. He kissed down her neck on one side and moved, kiss by kiss, to the opposite shoulder, then lower and over and lower like a falling leaf, until at last his worshiping mouth drew in the aching nipple of her left breast. Some minutes later that one grew almost too sensitive for further administrations, the kissing proceeded to trail over to the right side until that point too had all that it could stand.
She trembled as his kisses continued their downward journey to her tummy, to her mons, tickling the hair, to her hidden pink pearl and there he suddenly broke off. It left her in confusion. Surely it was not the end? He wouldn't leave her hanging, tease her knowing of her desires, after hearing her confession of frustration, wouldn't bring her to such an exquisite anticipation of rapture, of his naked body blending with the revelation of her needy nudity, and then suddenly and abruptly abandon her. Would he? Then she was in his strong, powerful arms being carried into the living room. The living room, how delicious she thought, I'll never be in this room again without thinking of this moment.
The drug seemed now to have been over shadowed by the heat of her lust, as her son set her down on the broad easy chair next to the grandfather clock. As her son knelt and began to once more lick her clit, the clock stuck the hour of seven. Could this really have taken place in less than an hour since she had awakened? Wasn't time supposed to stand still for moments like these? It was the cusp of eternity, it was . . .
She exploded. Her cum was so unexpected and intense that she thought at first a bomb had gone off with the clanging of the clock. When she was able to gather her wits, her son was still licking at her crotch. His long tongue probing her hole, the spit and pussy juices trickled/tickled down her crack. The chair is going to have a hell of a wet spot today she thought, and giggled. 'Oh, Goodie!' she thought to herself, still stoned and ready as I'll ever be for the best fuck of my life. She looked into the eyes of her son who had raised his head at her laughter. "Do it, Babe! Screw mommy! Fuck me hard and long and strong. I need you now!"
He slid her hips down several inches to adjust for a better angle of penetration. His knob at the end of a seven inch pole pointed at her pussy was purple red with readiness. Each of them focused on the electric moment of contact as pulsing pillar plied the center of her sensuality. She could see it nudged aside the folds of her labia and felt the heat of hot blood which was contrasted by the slight coolness of her juices evaporating in steamy lust.
The head of her son's dick pushed in with gentle insistence, in, in ... parting the curtain of convention, violating the veil of sacred vows, peaking through the drapes of depravity, tenderly shedding the tissue of civilization which kept sexual animal aggression in check. It must be the grass making her think in those extended philosophical terms. The truth was, it was like losing her virginity, only this time the was no hymen to be torn; only the ripping away of the inhibitions which had kept her long secret lust from seducing the handsome hunk her son had become.
He had nearly the full bulb of the tip in, such a delicious tease of anticipation of things to cum! He withdrew slightly, drawing down a coating of lubricant, then thrust forward at a deliberately gradual rate. Wants to make the moment of first penetration into mommy last as long as possible, she thought to herself. Then a slight retreat was followed by a progression of four inches, back two, in three, out one then ... all the way! She closed her eyes for the exquisite exhilaration, transported by the feeling of complete penetration of a hard, hot, silky, veined, thick, long, all man, all hers, cock!
Stoned and fucking, fucking someone who loved her and cared for her and desired her pleasure above his own. It didn't get any better. She would make sure this lover came back for more; he would find that she gave as good as she got. Her son began to move in long slow strokes. Christ! He knew how to fuck a woman right! His hairy balls swung and swayed, beating against her bottom and sometimes delightfully hitting just right and tickling her asshole. The tip of his dick was almost to the furthest depths of her vagina and its flair strummed her cunt walls like the bow of a violin.
She couldn't help but begin to make little moaning sounds now. "Mm, Oh! Ooh . . . Mmnnah, yes, yeah! That's the way, baby! Oh, Yes! Fuck me! Fuck Mommy," she encouraged him as her passion ballooned and his pace increased. "Yes! Make mommy cum, I'm going to cum for you honey!! Come on, baby, cum in mommy!
He began to slam his huge cock in her, pounding so that flesh slapped together in that ancient rhythm of nearing climax, a beat which grew faster by the minute. He grunted, "Yus, ahh . . yah, gonna fuck you hard ma!, I'm gonna give it to you deep, all my cum, all my love, all the way in you!! I'm almost there . . . cum with me mom, CUMMUH with me mommy!" The last cry nearly in tears, as he was gripped with fierce emotions in the release of the pent up lust he too had harbored for his sexy mother.
She was now on the verge. She called to him to finish the great coupling; their grand and glorious union of body and spirit, the incestuous melding of souls in sin without guilt, the linking of two bodies into one physical pinnacle of pleasure together. "O! God, yes honey, give your mommy what we need to make us cum!" She felt him hit bottom with her urging of his conquest of her. The spongy tip began to strike the mouth of her cervix. It was the trigger. As her son's penis plowed time and again, connecting with the very womb of his conception, her release arrived in an overwhelming crescendo of pure bodily ecstasy.
She spasmed and contracted and thrust and shook and twitched, all involuntarily in the biggest orgasm of her life. She felt her pussy flutter and her asshole wink three times at least. Her nipples were as hard as pebbles and as sensitive as a seismograph, her clit throbbed and seemed to ring in her ears the song of its hallelujah. Through the whole explosion of rocketing to paradise, her stallion stud had steadfastly continued to pump pleasure to his mare.
But now he was no longer able to hold back the tidal wave of his boiling needs and began spewing massive squirts of cum right into the opening of her cervix, drenching her womb with his sperm. Her own son was spilling his seed into the heart of her sex, the most sacred place of her inner carnal self. The very crazy wickedness of such a wild and wanton deed they were performing together inspired her to another huge, earth rumbling cumming. Cumming with her son was the final act of total liberation.
