She unlocked the door and pushed it open.
"Robert, I'm not going to kiss you."
They entered the house and closed the door behind them.
"Ok I'll kiss, you just stand there."
"Robert, stop it. Nothing is going to happen."
"I'll wear you down."
"No you won't, now go and put the kettle on."
Irene went upstairs; she needed to change out of her dirty clothes. She laughed inwardly at her sons persistence. She had to admit that he was right, as long as they were both comfortable with it, who would it hurt? At her age she was not about to get pregnant and give birth to any three eyed monsters. But it was still wrong, she had yearned for his body and his attention, but it was just not right.
Irene stripped naked and headed for the shower wrapped in a large bath towel.
"Tea or coffee?" he called from downstairs.
"Tea please", she replied, "I'm just taking a quick shower."
Robert could not resist. He climbed the stairs and stood outside the bathroom. He hesitated for an age. He heard the shower start. He had his hand on the door handle.
Dare he do this?
Do what?
He knew his mother was naked on the other side of the door. He had a raging hard on and a yearning in the pit of his stomach. He pressed down on the handle. The door swung open.
The shower cubicle had a glass door. He could see his mothers form in the shower; she had her back to him.
Irene had stepped into the shower and begun to soap herself. She particularly soaped her rude bits that had been getting more than their usual amount of attention recently. As she massaged her cunt with the soapy lather she thought of her son. In her mind she could see his big cock sticking up and out. What a magnificent piece of meat it was, just imagine that monster pumping in and out of your slippery wet hole. She closed her eyes and turned under the spray of water to rinse her back. Her left hand idly played with her right breast, her right hand began a rhythmic rubbing around and on her clitoris. She needed to cum.
Robert watched as his mother turned to face him, she began to masturbate. He watched in awe as she blatantly tugged her nipple and rubbed her pussy. Robert could not see that she had her eyes closed. He gave his cock a few rubs of its own. When his mother did not react, he released the beast once more. He began to wank in earnest.
Oblivious of her son, Irene was nearing orgasm; she had fought past the feeling of guilt that lurked at the back of her mind. Incest is wrong it said. It is OK when it is just in your head she told herself. She wanted to cum with visions of her son pumping his seed into her but just could not get there, each time she got close she relived the premature moment and remembered her feeling of disappointment when he failed to get his cock into Elaine. She decided to get out of the shower and take her heat to the bedroom where her battery powered lover would surely do the job. She opened her eyes. Robert stood five feet away, his massive tool pumping in his hand. He was staring straight at her.
She opened the door and tried to reach for a towel, it was too far away.
"Robert, stop that, pass me the towel."
"I'm so close mum," he said.
"Stop it I said."
"You were doing it. We watched each other."
"I didn't know you were there, you stupid boy."
That comment hurt him. He stopped pumping his tool. "I'm sorry," he said, "I just can't help it. I want you. I want you like this morning."
Irene looked at her son. He stood in the doorway, he was looking at the floor, his cock was in his hand but was still. His little boy voice always worked on her. She wanted to gather him up and hug and kiss him and tell him everything would be alright.
So she did.
Irenes naked body hugged her eighteen year old son. Her wet breasts and hardened nipples pressed against his shirt making it damp. Her moist legs pressed against his trousers, her damp hairy patch of pubic hair pressed against the base of his upright penis. She kissed his cheek, his nose and his eyes, she whispered, "there, there, I'm sorry; it's all going to be alright, I didn't mean those horrid things." She kissed his cheek, his neck, his chin, his mouth and stroked his hair.
Robert responded, he enveloped his tiny slip of a mother in his arms. When she gently placed a kiss on his mouth he scooped her up and off the floor.
"Robert?"
He kissed her gently on the lips "teach me some more, mum." and carried her to her bedroom.
Robert laid his mother gently on her bed. He then began to undress. Irene watched him. His cock was still on view and was bouncing around, she could not take her eyes off of it. When he was naked he stood by her bed, looking at her naked form, he was waiting for her permission, her submission. Irene looked at her naked son, his handsome face his well defined and tight muscles but most of all his magnificent cock.
"Who would ever know? He's old enough to handle the situation. I could teach him to be a caring lover; not like his pig of a father." She managed to think herself into compliance.
Without a word she spread her legs wide and using her fingers she exposed her deep pink wet gash to him for the first time. His cock jerked.
"Fuck me Robert. Your mother needs you to fuck her now."
Robert did not wait to be asked twice. He climbed onto the bed between his mothers legs. Irene grasped his cock and positioned it at her entrance. She was lubricating like a twenty year old, despite her shower she could feel the slippery moisture oozing from her vagina, and she had never been so ready to fuck as she was now.
"Push it in, stick your cock in me Robert."
Robert taking his weight on his elbows, looked down at his mother and then down between their bodies, he wanted to remember all the details of this moment.
"Please Robert, give me your cock."
Robert leant down and slid his tongue passed his mothers lips, her tongue slid back over his, simultaneously he lost his virginity, he thrust his hips forward. With a grunt he penetrated the first three inches of his mothers vagina.
Irene felt pain, extraordinary, exquisite pain; she was being split in two. She moaned loudly into his mouth. He thrust again. Another three inches speared her and this time she cried out. "Slow down, gently, gently, it's too big, it hurts, it hurts, give me a moment to adjust."
Robert could not stop. He had his cock inside a cunt for the first time in his life there was no way he was going to stop. He thrust again and his screaming mother was finally totally impaled on his fat cock.
Irene firmly believed her cunt had split. "Robert, stop, take it out, take it out. You're so big. Please slow down."
Robert was not about to take his cock out of his mother, after all, he had waited eighteen years to get back into her vagina and he was enjoying this a lot more than the first time he slipped through her love tunnel.
He did not move. Irene was panting beneath him, her tits rising and falling rapidly with each breath, her nipples touching his chest with each pant. Robert leaned his head down to her breast and suckled. Irene stroked his hair. They lay locked together for several minutes. Irene becoming more and more accustomed to the giant intruder upon which she was impaled.
"God, my son has his cock in my cunt, I'm actually fucking my son," she thought. Her cunt gave an involuntary contraction around his invading member. Robert liked that feeling and pulsed his cock inside his mothers incredibly tight cunt. Irene responded by squeezing her cunt muscles back at his cock. They carried on this seemingly motionless fucking for several minutes.
Robert was getting more and more excited; he actually had his cock inside a woman. Not just a woman, it was his mother, his mother for Christ sake. He was sucking his mothers tits. He could smell his mothers sex. When he jerked his hips she moaned in sexual frenzy, his mother was on his cock. He stuck his tongue into her mouth, she eagerly sucked on it. She squirmed under him, his mother was sweating under him she was squirming and moaning, his mother for fucks sake. A few hours ago he could not believe his mother even had these sorts of urges, least of all for him.
Irenes vagina finally adjusted to the size of her sons rampant cock, "Fuck me son," she whimpered, "fuck your mother."
Robert began small thrusting motions with his hips. Underneath him, Irene gasped for air, as each little thrust seemed to knock the wind out of her, his massive cock was filling her entire body. The friction on her grasping cunt walls was sending pleasure signals to every inch of her being. She had never been so full, so complete. He pumped faster and faster, harder and harder, finally he was almost totally withdrawing before plunging the entire length of his cock back into her clawing cunt.
"Fuck me. Fuck me Robert. Fuck me harder give it all to me. Cum in me, give me your cum."
He did, Robert let loose his second stream of cum today, this one flooded his mothers womb, it poured and poured into her inner most secret place. Robert was shouting and his mother was screaming "Yyyyyyeeeeeeeeessss."
