Anna's story.
After that first time with John almost a week ago, he did not touch me again. Lately, he was busy at work and came home only very late at night. It was the year's end and closing account time at the company he works in.
I kept my bedroom door locked. We saw each other in the mornings but never brought up the subject. I sensed a change in him. He does not look me in the eye and I kept out of his way. I still prepared him breakfast every morning. We were civil but the closeness between a mother and son we had before, was lost forever.
I had made up my mind regarding my relationship with my brother, Mark. I arranged to meet him at the local library and it was heartbreaking when I told him that it was over between us. What sins we had committed before was so wrong. I said I had come to my senses and I just could not cope with incest. I pleaded with him to continue will only destroy us. Mark begged, telling me that his life was not worth living without me, but I was adamant. I told him that we must be strong, to forgive and forget. He pleaded one last time but I walked away from him. Mark was devastated and my heart cried out for him. I love him as my brother and I had loved him as my lover.
What made me decide to reject my brother? Was it my son's threat to expose everything? Deep inside, I knew that was not the reason. A shiver runs through me when I recalled how John had taken me. His masculinity and lust for my body had made me cry out for him in my need. But I could not encourage nor show him that I wanted him. It was best if things gradually work itself back to normality.
As I lay on my bed, reading with the small table lamp on, the door opened. The light was low and I could see John's silhouette, standing there, looking at me. I put the book down. He closed the door and stepped in. I could see he had his shower as his hair was wet. He had his bathrobe on. My heart was beating furiously. It had been a week since that last time he was in my room.
He untied the sash of his robe and dropped it to the floor. For the second time I stared at my son's naked body. His penis was stiff. He climbed on my bed and knelt beside me. I just looked into his eyes.
He touched my face, his finger lingering along my lips. I wondered if he could hear my heart pounding. His lips were gentle as he brushed them against mine. He entered my mouth. I almost died as I kissed him back; it had been a week and my need for him was torture.
He moved between my legs and placed his fingers on the elastic of my pajama bottom. John peeled it down and put it aside. He pushed my top up to my belly, exposing my satin panties. He pressed his head between my thighs and sucked me through my panties.
God, he was doing things to me that I had never experienced before. After sucking me for awhile, he raised his head. I could feel the complete wetness at the crotch of my panties. John peeled them off.
"You are so wet and soft," he said as he again mouthed my naked flesh and worked his way, covering my matted pubic hair. As he ate me, my body trembled erratically and my hands reached out to grip the headboard behind.
John put his hands on my buttocks and raised my bottom so that he could gain more access to my womanly secrets. I placed my legs on his shoulders. He opened me up and sucked deep into my vagina. I felt a tremendous erotic urge and my orgasm started. I uttered incoherent words as the floodgates of my vaginal secretions flowed out into John's sucking mouth.
My body shook as he kept eating me. When I passed through the shockwaves that racked me, he put me down. My eyes opened to see my son's wet face, smeared with my love juices.
"Did I make it good for you, Anna?" he said.
"Oh God," was all I could reply.
"Take off your top Anna," he said urgently.
I unbuttoned and slipped off my top.
"Hold your breasts and press them together," John said.
I did as he said as he moved up to straddle me. He placed his penis between the hillocks and fucked my breasts. His hot penis was slippery with his saliva. My son held my nipples, tweaking them. This went on for some time and then he said.
"Please Anna, I'm going to cum," he said.
He moved towards my face. His hands cradled my head; the bulbous head was at my lips. As I opened my mouth, my son started ejaculating. His sperm dripped out onto my tongue. I sucked him, taking more of him into my mouth. As he pushed deeper into me, droplets of his semen dripped out of my mouth to wet my neck and breasts. The smell of his semen was strong. He filled my mouth. I closed my eyes and swallowed my son's sperm. I could not imagine that my body could respond to such acts.
John was insatiable. He rubbed his semen on my breasts and when he tweaked my nipples with sticky fluid, I came with a deep sigh. His lips were on mine as he tasted his own cum. My face was a mess and my hair was matted. I thought John had finished after he climaxed but he slithered down my body and his mouth was on my sex again. I felt him sucking my vagina. It was so incredible.
He bent my knees until they touched my breasts. John inserted his thick penis and fucked me. His balls were hitting my buttocks with a flapping sound. I knew he ejaculated inside me as he gripped my thighs firmly. My son was fucking me like a dog in heat.
At last, he heaved a sigh and fell on my chest, squashing my sperm painted breasts. My legs were crossed around his back as I stroked his head. I wondered if this was what I would go through the days ahead. John could not want me with this staggering intensity forever. He was my lover and I could not live without him.
He moved into my room and every night he mounted me until we fell asleep in total exhaustion. When I had my period John would either fuck my breasts or made me suck him till he came in my mouth. I must have swallowed so much of my son's sperm.
Even in the mornings John would track me in the kitchen.
That day I was dressed, ready to go to my editor's office. I was preparing a cup of coffee for him before I leave. He walked in and stood behind me. He gave me a kiss on my neck and I felt his hardness against my buttocks. I told him I had to hurry. I was already late.
He raised my skirt and pulled my panties down. Before I could stop him, his face was on my buttocks, his wet tongue between the cleft where my thighs met. He pulled me to the sofa and took off his trousers. Pushing me to lie prone with my head on the sofa's end, he straddled me. I waited as John placed his turgid head against my lips. I let him slid in and he fucked my mouth. When he was about to come, John pulled my head up as he held his penis and began to stroke. I could see his face contorting to hold his climax but he shuddered as his semen dripped out. It wet my lips and John rubbed his pulsating organ and entered my mouth. I felt the splattering of my son's man juice on my tongue as I sucked him until he stopped quivering and heaved a sigh of satisfaction.
I squirmed from beneath him and rushed to my room. I cleaned up and changed into a new outfit, the former already soiled with cum. When I was ready, I walked briskly out. John was still lying on the sofa and he gave me a weak smile. I left him and rushed to the car.
After 2 months of constant ravishment where both mother and son succumbed to uncontrollable desires, Anna was still not completely abandoned to showing her very true feelings towards John. She still retained that little dignity within her inner self even when her son made her come in intense orgasm.
In the 3rd month of their incestuous coupling, Anna's father and mother paid them a visit, staying for 2 weeks. During this period, Mark stopped by a few times for dinner with the family. There was a strained atmosphere which Anna's mother, matter of fact mentioned the other day. Anna avoided both Mark and John's eyes. Dinner together was a time for reflection and Anna felt terrible and guilt ridden.
Two weeks was a long time and John could only steal glances at his mother. His need for her was overwhelming but there was nothing he could do. When Mark was around, John pretended not to notice anything but his eyes were always on his uncle searching for any signs if he still had any involvement with Anna. He did not notice anything which could make him feel hostile towards his uncle.
On the last day of their visit, John was still at the office when his grandparents left for home. Anna kissed them and bade them bon voyage. As their car receded in the horizon, she felt the chillness as the cold autumn breeze gently reminded her to get indoors.
The house was quiet, now that she was alone. It was time for her to evaluate her situation. She had allowed events to overtake reality. Anna decided she had to relocate and be incognito for a long time. Time always has a way of healing.
It was late and Anna dozes off on her bed. She thought she was having a wet dream. The gentle tweaking of her nipples made her take deep breaths when she awoke to John's tender manipulation of her breasts.
"Oh John," she cried softly.
She felt his nakedness and his hard organ between her thighs. In the dim light, she looked down to see her pajama bottoms pulled down to her knees. Her top was still on but were spread open. John's hands were cupping her breasts.
"I missed you so much Anna," John whispered in her ear as he caressed her.
