It’s a warm summer morning in an ordinary kitchen in an ordinary home in a suburban area of an American city. I’m a wife and a mother, but if you have been following my tales of incestuous lust, you know that I’m no ordinary Mom!
Even as I awoke this morning, my thoughts immediately went to yesterday’s encounter. What a thrill! Just recalling the events changed the setting of the parameter of my pussy to High: high liquid output!
At first, thinking that my husband Don would not be returning that evening because of an out-of-town business meeting, I’d prepared myself to at last be taken by Bobbie, our handsome but shy boy. Part of the seduction had been accomplished earlier, but the culmination had been postponed – too long! Now, I was ready!
But as it turned out, quite unexpectedly Don had arrived home just as I lay there in my most provocative pose awaiting Bobbie to come to watch so that I could then lure him into something more! Taking in my readiness for lovemaking with his own immediately provoked arousal, Don had promised to return swiftly after a quick bite to eat and a shower.
But then a few moments after he had departed for the kitchen below, Bobbie had popped up at the bedroom door, unaware of his father’s return.
And this time, I would not have needed to be more seductive than simply to lie there. For Bobbie overcame all hesitation and directly came to me despite my anxiety about Don’s return, which receded under the sonny-boy lips that worshipped my motherly pussy!
A while later, I had been making love to my boy’s beautiful cock when Don reappeared at the door! Much to my surprise and delight, he had remained there to watch!
I had wanted Bobbie to enter me as he had seen his father do it on another recent occasion: the backdoor entry! But, for some reason, he did not take up my overture and instead crouched above me and fucked my mouth as I lay there legs splayed open, boldly naked except for my stiletto shoes, on obscene display for my aroused husband to hungrily study as he watched our tumultuous incestuous action!
Then, as Bobbie had shuddered and shot his tasty juices into my mouth, Don had disappeared – only to return immediately after my son had arisen to go back to his own room. As he then fucked me, Don had pretended to be Bobbie, enflaming his own wild desires even more and creating a further upward burst of reverberations in my own exponential lust.
Then, this morning, awaking, recalling these events, my pussy had leaked and I was once again on the rocket that propelled me with ever-increasing velocity into the dream paradise of lust beyond lust beyond lust!
In such a state, I had showered and dressed to fit my mood, uncaring of the time of day – eye-catching tiny blue panties and matching shelf-bra and, of course, a pair of “super stiletto” slut shoes, as I call them. Then I had thrown on a blue short silk robe.
So now I stood in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, waiting for one of my lovers! Who would it be? I loved both and now the asymmetry of my love had been overcome and I loved them both with equal intensity – and soon, I hoped, with equal fulfillment!
It was Bobbie! Just out of the shower, he too had on a short silk robe I had given him on his 18th birthday of a few weeks ago. Now, I thought, you get the other part of the present dear!
I was sure that his mind must be in a state of percolating images of our encounter yesterday and the bulge my eyes now devoured confirmed it, as did the hungry licentious look in his eyes as they surveyed my legs and for a while remain transfixed on my slut super-stiletto shoes.
Taking his perspective, I knew he saw a tall voluptuous woman whose every scant item of tempting appearance and every slight aspect of alluring demeanor communicated just one thing: sex.
“Sit down, Bobbie, I’ll fix you something!” I said.
But when he sat, his robe opened somewhat and I saw the fleshy object of my affection! Despite my plan to tease, I couldn’t wait.
I approached him and leaned over him, knowing that he would be responsive to the quiet draw of my mild perfume while also taking in the now evident mother cleavage as my robe opened to reveal it.
And the bra had been chosen so that just under these conditions of view, the attentive observer would see not just the entrancing swell of a bosom but the also those nipples from which a long-ago infant had suckled with such utter enjoyment that a lasting if unconscious memory remained forever part of the self that now found the mere glimpse of them an occasion of rapture!
“Mom!” he whispered, as desire emanated from his hot body, his voice communicating a longing that created a profound thrill that permeated my entire being.
I brought my lips to his and gently kissed them, then increasingly pressed against them. My fingers ran through his unruly hair, then traced a loving path down his neck and around to an ear and along a warm flushed cheek. My boy!
I prolonged this moment for a while as my kiss hovered halfway between that of a mother and that of a lover. Then the two inclinations merged and the kiss became passionate: the kiss of lovers amplified in its thrilling effect by the incestuous context.
Now my caressing fingers moved to dip into his already somewhat open robe and then to caress his chest and belly as my kiss deepened and as his tongue now joined mine in a delicious dance.
I had intended to continue to caress his belly but then my fingers encountered my son’s fully erect cock. I touched it, my hand tracing a slow movement all around it, up and down, around and back, then gripping the extended organ. How thick! I hadn’t realized until this moment that Bobbie’s enormous tool was so much thicker than Don’s. Hmm, my juices flowed!
“Do you want me the way Dad took me, lover?” I now whispered into his hot ear.
“Oh, Mom, yes!” he cried, his voice breaking with the emotional impact of the incestuous promise of the question.
I left him there for a moment while I went back to the counter to retrieve a small plate on which there was a small slab of soft butter – not by accident!
I placed the plate on the kitchen table in front of Bobbie and then returned to my deep kissing while lubricating two fingers to prepare and then undertake a delicious buttering-up of the thick boy-cock that grew even larger and thicker with each stroking movement of my massaging hand upon it.
Then, I turned and threw off my robe and stood before my son, giving him the opportunity to survey what I knew his eyes would tell him was the incredible sight of a tall beautiful lady displaying herself for him – a lady called Mom!
Silently, I removed my bra. My breasts popped out and wobbled before my boy’s intent inspection. I gave him a further moment to luxuriate in the taboo experience before I add a further element to it by pushing down and casting aside my panties.
Now I stood before him, in the morning sunlight near that kitchen table where he sat, completely nude except for the high-heeled shoes.
“Do you like how your Mom looks, lover?” I whispered to him.
“Oh, Mom, yes, yes,” he whispered in turn, his voice barely audible as he basked in the rapturous moment in which I, his voluptuous mother, stood before him and invited his eyes to devour me, to worship me, to adore me, to look at me in a way that turned my insides to pure hot liquid appreciation of being seen this way by my own son!
Then I turned around and bent.
“Use the butter Bobbie,” I whispered, “get mother ready for you.”
I felt a buttery finger entering my eager anus. Gently, my boy’s finger screwed in and out of that tender aperture.
Suddenly, the warm all-liquid feeling below would no longer tolerate further delay! The ass could wait!
I climbed up on the kitchen table and lay back with my cunt-lips a few inches from Bobbie’s face. I spread my legs, offering myself to him as a special breakfast treat!
“Eat me, Bobbie, eat me!” I commanded urgently.
My hungry boy’s mouth connected with my juice-dripping pussy!
“Oh, Bobbie, yes, yes,” I called out with joy!
My bodily excitement increased with every lapping motion of boy-tongue on mother-cunt. I propped myself up and took hold of his head and pushed it into me. Irrationally, I longed to push my baby boy back into me completely!
As he fucked me with his tongue I now wrapped my legs around his neck and held him in a tight and unrelenting grip while fucking back toward him, grinding myself into him.
“Oh, yes, oh yes, oh yes!” I chanted and then bucked and bucked again and again as the crash of orgasmic waves resounded against the delicious incestuous beachhead he had established – with no resistance!
