My name is Jason Kilpatrick, and I have become involved in a relationship with a beautiful, desirable woman named Shelli. The relationship has been emotionally fulfilling, sexually satisfying beyond all expectations, and . . . incestuous. You see, Shelli is my Mother.
Some may say that I took advantage of her unhappy marriage and emotional neediness to lure her into bed, but I feel no guilt or shame for what has happened between us.
Do not blame her, or judge us too harshly, after all, the heart wants what the heart wants.
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When Shelli picked me up at the airport, I honestly had no intentions other than taking her to dinner and getting caught up on things that had happened since I had been away. That's not however how things turned out.
From the time I saw her frantically waving, trying to get my attention outside of the terminal, I knew I was finally going to fuck her, and nothing was going to stand in my way, I just needed to bide my time. Shelli and I had spent most of that first day orally pleasuring each other.
The last time I had seen Shelli was that weekend during Boot Camp, a couple of years ago. This time was different. I wasn't a kid anymore, but a man whose desires and needs for an extraordinary woman had persisted and long been denied.
My Dad (actually my Stepdad) was out of town on business, but due back the following afternoon, so there was no rush in Shelli getting home. I'm not sure how long we slept, but I awoke first and lay in the bed thinking about her and wondering about our future together. As far as I was concerned, there was nothing that could stop our happiness.
Shelli stirred next to me, moaning softly. Groggy, still half asleep and not entirely aware of her surroundings, "Frank," she called out, and the hairs stood up on the back of my neck. Frank was my Dad's name, and when I heard his name, I froze, in what? Surprise? Disappointment? In her orgasm induced sleep, she was probably dreaming of that bastard forcing a late night fuck from her.
Her movements excited me, and I could feel my cock twitch and begin to stiffen at her nearness and vulnerability. This wasn't happening the way I had planned. There was no romance, no champagne, no soft whispered intimacies, just me, a twenty-three-year-old stud with a raging hard-on intent on finally having his mother. Here in this situation, Shelli seemed different, so different from the woman I had known growing up.
What was about to happen was inevitable, even as Shelli weakly protested, I covered her, dwarfing her small body under mine, and positioned my huge swollen cockhead at her entry. She looked up at me, her eyes bright and glistening as a last futile murmur of "wait, wait . . ." escaped her lips. Consumed by an animal need to possess her, I loathed myself, even as I slid effortlessly into her warm, tight, wetness. Starting in my balls, I immediately felt a hot flush spread up my body as some primal urge to copulate overwhelmed me, and Shelli spread her thighs wider, instinctively welcoming her son home. I came hard and deep inside my mother. In three desperately exquisite thrusts, I spurted my thick, hot cum into her, filling her vital, grasping pussy with, my semen, my love.
"Shelli . . . Oh fuck, Shelli," I groaned as the last drops of my cum were expressed. I rolled off her, and she immediately curled into a small tight ball next to me. I reached over and lovingly caressed her exposed behind.
"Don't," she said and pushed my hand away.
"Shel, what is it? Talk to me," I urged.
"Oh my God Jason, what have we done?" she asked, recrimination creeping into her voice.
"We did nothing wrong," I said defensively.
I pulled her into my arms and held her to me, gently playing, teasing her still swollen clit. "We've done nothing wrong, Shelli," I said in a dry, throaty voice, my hand becoming wet and sticky from the spent cum seeping from between her legs.
She moaned and pressed against me.
Granted, I had always been the instigator and despite her initial shock and reluctance, my persistence and love had awakened in her the possibility of what our life together could be, after years of denial and frustration.
"Don't every regret or doubt my love for you Shel," I admonished her as a soft tremor shook her body.
In a quavering voice, she said, "Your father calls me cold because I don't want to have sex with him. He says I'm not a woman!"
"To Hell with him," I said slipping two fingers deeper into her contracting pussy.
"To Hell with that bastard," I repeated as she began to grind and hump the long fingers inserted inside of her.
"Hmmmm, yes," she whimpered, "yes . . . yes."
She suddenly climbed on top of me and sat for several seconds straddling my hips. Shelli stretched out on my chest and placing my hardening cock between her pussy lips began sliding her crotch up and down the length of my cock, lubricating it with the cum drippings that slowly leaked out of her pussy. She pressed her hips harder against my cock and moaned, her clit rubbing against it, sending shivers through her. My beautiful mother was using my cock to edge herself to an explosive orgasm. I lay there enjoying the pleasure she was indirectly giving me, marveling in the realization that it was my mother making me feel this way. I felt her body shudder before she stopped moving and lay quiet her breathing calming.
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Sitting up, she lifted her hips and positioned the head of my cock at her inviting hole preparing for my penetration. Anticipating what she was about to do, I held my breath as she lowered herself onto my dick. I felt my dickhead enter her with a subtle popping sound as the vaginal suction pulled me inside her. Shelli gasped when the full length of my engorged cock filled her, coaxing her pussy to relax and open for me. She began a slow, up and down motion on my shaft, the muscles of her pussy creating friction and pull that massaged my dick with each stroke. I felt the walls of her pussy envelope me and rhythmically contract and release around my throbbing cock.
I could feel my emotions welling up in my chest as she physically expressed her love for me.
"I guess you really are a mother-fucker," she said in a choked, anguished voice as she raised her ass and began fucking my cock with increasing determination.
"Jason . . . I'm cumminnnng, I'm cumminnnng," she shouted when her body stiffened and began to spasm in the thralls of her orgasm. Before her orgasm subsided, I rolled her over onto her back and started fucking her, fucking her pussy hard and deep as years of fantasizing faded away.
"Shelli!" I screamed as I ejaculated into her again, my balls aching from the wonderful exertion. My happiness was beyond anything I had ever experienced, and I grunted with satisfaction and pleasure as she pussy milked my cock.
