Mom bit her lower lip and stared up at me with wide eyes as she felt my hard cock thrusting into her pussy. She was unsure of what to think or say at the turn of events that had her son steadily fucking her pussy. She clung to me with her hands gripping my back as she let out a quiet moan of pleasure. I could tell that she was scared to voice her desire for me to fuck her harder or to say anything that might upset me. She couldn't understand if I was enjoying myself or just going through the motions because I was now worked up and horny. The last thing she wanted was for me to suddenly stop fucking her, but she couldn't decide whether she should beg for more or stay quiet. She longed to moan in pleasure, egg me on to pound her pussy with all my might, and hear me taunt and talk dirty to her. She seemed to be begging me with her eyes to tell her what I was thinking. Deciding not to clue her in on my own incestuous desires, I continued my silent and steady fucking of her needy pussy.
Still not saying anything I continued my slow and steady thrusts into my mother's pussy. I wanted this to be a long build-up to an explosive orgasm. Knowing that if I played this right, my mother would come unglued and experience an overwhelming orgasm. I could tell that mom was unsure how to proceed, what to say, or how to act. She was clearly enjoying herself and clung to me with all her might, but she couldn't tell how I felt and this unsettled her. Knowing that her conflicting emotions and fear of my reaction to this, once it was over, would drive mom wild and cause her to reach greater heights of pleasure, I continued to stay quiet and keep a stern and determined expression on my face as I fucked her.
Mom was sighing quietly below me and I could feel her rolling her hips against me as her pleasure increased slowly. Feeling her hands and legs holding my body to hers, told me all I needed to know about how she felt. Slowly I felt her hands begin to tentatively stroke my back as she tested the waters of showing me more affection. I continued silently and without deviating from the slow and steady fucking that I was giving my mom. Tentively, but with desperate desire, mom slowly let one hand trail up to the back of my head. She then gently began pulling my face down to her. Without showing any emotion or slowing my pace, I allowed my mom to pull my face down to hers. Finally, as I felt her warm breath on my face and with a pleading expression on her face, mom begged, "Please kiss me, honey."
Allowing her to place our lips together, I began a deep but slow kiss. My tongue slowly swept into my mother's mouth and began twisting against hers. I kept the kiss in sync with my slow and steady fucking of her pussy. I wanted this kiss to show her a great deal of emotional comfort but also keep her confused as to how I felt. Keeping the kiss as slow and steady as my thrusts into her pussy, would intensify mom's pleasure and needed comfort, but still not show her my intentions.
Mom was beside herself in desire and lust for her son. His amazingly hard cock was slowly bringing her to heights of pleasure that she had never experienced. Feeling his tightly muscled body against her skin made her want to lick every inch of his skin in depraved desire. The deep kiss slowly turning her insides to mush as she felt her entire body melt into her son's kiss. But the fear of the unknown threatened to break her heart. Mom had no idea how her son actually felt about this situation. Her son's cock was hard as a rock and he was fucking and kissing her incredibly well, but this could all be a result of his young teenage body's constant state of arousal.
When her son had fallen asleep in her bed, she had felt his cock begin to harden under her thigh and just hadn't been able to resist. She had slowly climbed onto her son's lap and eased his amazingly big hard cock into her wet pussy. She had known her son would wake up eventually, but she had hoped his teenage lust would force him to continue, and it had. She had wanted to keep the lights off so they could cling to the last shreds of their dignity and not face the fact that they were both committing incest, but when her son had began feeling her body and had even pulled her in for a passionate kiss, her own depraved desires and lust had skyrocketed. Feeling her son's hands on her naked body and his fingers tweaking her nipples had made her pussy tingle and glisten with need. After she had orgasmed, her son had flipped them both over and continued to fuck her. He had even allowed her to pull him in for a continuous deep kiss. But she couldn't tell what he was thinking or what he wanted and it was killing her. She was deathly afraid that after her son reached orgasm, the full weight of their incestuous behavior would crush him. She feared he might climb out of bed and never speak to her again. She desperately clung to her son's naked body and intended to continue to hold him close no matter what. She would use all of her strength to hold onto her son and wasn't above crying and begging him to stay if he tried to leave. Trying her best not to think of this likely outcome, mom simply let herself melt further into the deep kiss and continue to gently stroke his naked body, as her son steadily fucked her pussy.
Hearing mom's soft moans into the kiss, I had to hold back my own moans of pleasure. Feeling her hands stroking my back and her legs holding me to her naked body made me want to increase the speed and force of my thrusts into her pussy, but I kept my slow pace knowing that the slow build-up would cause both of our orgasms to be mind-blowing.
Trying to send all of her love, desire, and need into the kiss, mom moaned as she continued to cling desperately to my naked body. It had been years since she had sex and now that her son was fucking her, she could feel her pussy dripping her juices down her legs and coating her son's hard cock. She took depraved delight in the knowledge that her pussy juices were all over her son's hard cock like she was marking her territory. She only hoped that she could hold onto her son after the sex was over and we were both spent.
Wishing she had planned this incestuous escapade beforehand and not simply taken advantage of the situation when she was presented with my hard cock. She began wondering if she should try seducing and enticing her son for further sex in the future. She imagined wearing revealing clothing around the house, clothing malfunctions, teasing comments, and innuendos weaved into normal conversations. She knew that all of her shame was gone for now, but could she actually attempt to seduce her own son into more incest after tonight? She could only hope her need and desire for her son would overpower her embarrassment and normal shyness. She had never actually attempted to seduce anyone or acted like a slut that wanted sex, but for her son, she was willing to try.
Feeling her pussy spasming around her son's hard cock, mom moaned deeply into the kiss as she gripped her son tighter. Wishing her son would taunt her and talk dirty to her, as it had a serious effect of making her lust skyrocket in her fantasies. Mom also wished she had the capacity to talk dirty to her son or at least wished she knew if it would have the same effect on her son as it had on her. Mom again despaired her own shyness and lack of knowledge on how to act like a slut, as she desperately desired to entice her son into more intimate incest. Just thinking of what they were doing as "incest" made mom's pussy tingle and her lust increase.
I was still steadily fucking my mother as we continued our lazy kissing. I felt her hands and legs squeezing me tighter and wondered if mom was approaching her next orgasm or just desperate to hold me close. I was still unsure how to handle our mother/son relationship after tonight. Clearly, our relationship has changed, but to what extent? Should I treat her as I normally would, and not speak about tonight's activities? Should we have a serious conversation and work through tonight's events? Should I treat her as a lover as I flirted and teased her to entice her into more sex? I could certainly see all three scenarios having merit, but what does she want? She was usually so shy and nervous in speaking about sex or anything remotely intimate. Should I just take the lead if I think she wants more sex, but is too shy to admit it? I could imagine myself suddenly kissing her against the wall as I rubbed her pussy, breasts, and ass through her clothes. I imagined whispering seductive comments into her ear and telling her the dirty things I wanted to do to her. Would she like for me to take charge? Would she respond to a stronger personality and attitude by me as she was now, by practically begging me to fuck her again? I needed more information...
I could already tell that we were nearing our orgasms. I felt my hard cock begin to throb as I neared my explosive climax. Mom's moans around our kiss had taken on a more desperate tone and her body began to shake beneath me. I wanted her to cum first or for us to cum together, but I had no way of knowing how long it would take her to reach her next orgasm. I would have to pay attention if we ever had sex after tonight, in order to judge her body's signature signs of an approaching orgasm. For now, I simply continued my slow and steady pace building us both toward our next orgasms.
