Paul Yancy had been in love with the same woman since he was thirteen. She was a very beautiful mature female. The center of the youthful fantasies stood 5'9" with shoulder length curly raven hair, piercing blue eyes, and a full athletic body. A pair of firm hips, rounded tight ass and a very marvelous set of 40DD's completed the gorgeous picture.
The love struck teenager would take every opportunity to visually roam the curvy sexy body with lusting eyes. Whenever she bent over a sneak peek would be done down a low cut top. Often hot stares were given at a firm butt whenever it passed by.
Paul did this despite the fact that she was his mother! Sally Yancy was just about the prettiest woman the young boy had ever seen. He would often masturbate to the parent's image.
Sally also had a problem. There was this handsome young man she was in love with. He was an active athletic male who stood almost six-foot lad with blue eyes and dark brown curly hair. As puberty came and went, the sought after body had became even more muscular and firm.
That was her son Paul. He was the most handsome of man she knew. With each passing year the boy become more desirable.
At first she thought it was just a mother's pride. But soon forbidden thoughts and erotic scenarios begin to surface about the good-looking offspring developed. The parent soon knew the love for her son was the forbidden type.
The lusting mother often positioned to see the hunky body as it left the shower in just a towel. She would 'accidentally' walk in on the unsuspecting son in his room in different stages of dress. Often the hot parent played private teasing games with the sprouting teenager.
Sally would dress sexually to entertain the hormone-exploding lad. The well-developed mature woman would bend over showing off a very beautiful bosom. Or she would sit in short shirts allowing a full view of a dark, pantied covered crotch.
Either mother or son let the other know of the taboo lust. They would function as a family with the forbidding desires concealed well. It was a hidden lust that was never to be revealed. That all changed shortly after Paul's eighteenth birthday.
Late one night she had woken up to go to the bathroom. While passing Paul's room she noticed a light on. His voice could be heard. At first the naïve parent thought he was on the phone.
Sally felt it was inappropriate to be on the phone this late at night. She moved toward the door. Starting to push it wider, the pretty mother received a very hot sight.
Paul was naked on his bed masturbating. The young muscular body was covered with sweat. A beautiful eight-inch cock was being stroked feverishly.
The erotic vision inundated the voyaging mother. At first embarrassment surface but it was soon replaced with desire. The sight was beautiful!
The masturbating boy's body muscles rippled with the sensations of the act. He looked like an Adonis to the lusting parent. Her son was the hottest nude male she had ever seen!
A mature pussy waters at the sight. Guilt rises quickly. The desired filled mother properly decides to leave and not say anything.
"Oh mother," she hears his whispered voice say, "I want your body so much."
Her son was masturbating saying her name! That was a shock! Sally quickly turns back around.
That's when the peeking tom parent saw what Paul was using as a visual aid! It was a picture of her! It was one taken a few summers back where she was dressed in a bikini! He had it enlarged to an eight by ten for a better image.
"Oh yes, mother!" Paul moans in a hushed voice, "I wanna feel your tight pussy around my cock!"
Paul was going to climax at any moment. Sally knew it wasn't proper to watch. The lusting mother practically ran back to her room. She hoped her husband would like being awoken by a blowjob!
The cat was out of the bag, so to speak! Her boy was lusting in the same way she was! He wanted her body! It was such a turn on for the hot mother to know that erotic fact!
The next morning Paul strangely stayed aloof. He was quiet. Dress quickly and didn't bother with breakfast. The boy was out the door and off to school without the traditional good-bye kiss.
Sally was perplexed at his actions and her reaction! The entire day was spent going over the erotic scene in her head. Guilt accompanied every thought.
Paul was her son and she was married to his father. Nothing could ever occur between them! It was wrong for these feelings to so dominate! They must be fraught as much as possible.
When Paul came home from school, he quickly retired to his room. Sally thought bout going to talk with him but decided not. Morethanlikely, he was studying for college entrance exams.
An hour later Sally was in the front room watching TV when her son came in. Paul sat next to his sexy mom. There was a sheepish look on the young face.
"Mom," he slowly begins, "I need to tell you something an' I'm not too sure I should."
Placing a loving hand on the broad shoulder, she comforts, "Baby, you know you can talk to me about anything."
"It's dirty," Paul stumbles, "It's all wrong."
"Let me be the judge of that, baby," Sally insists in a soft tone, "Please tell me what is botherin' you, son."
"Last night, Mother----," he hesitatedly began, "Last night---, I---, well, I---," He looked at her with pleading eyes hurriedly saying, "I knew you were watchin' me jack off!"
"You knew I was peekin' in an'ya didn't stop!" Sally yaps sitting up. The soft hand didn't remove him the big shoulder.
"I knew you would hate me for doin' that!" the embarrassed son rues starting to stand up.
"I don't hate you, baby!" the surprised mother corrects preventing him from rising.
"You don't understand, mom," Paul confesses in a quivering voice, "I wanted you to see me cum!" He hastily adds, "I love you, mom an' I want to be with ya."
"I love you, baby," Sally misunderstood, "An' I want you to be with me always."
"No! No, you don't understand!" the frustrated son expounds in almost a yell, "I wanna fuck you! I want to take those gorgeous titties an' suck 'em dry! I want ya pussy!"
The totality caught off guard mother sat back in surprise. She was shocked at the words. The alarm feelings weren't because the fact that the unleashed passions expressed was taboo but the fact it was her identical feelings toward her handsome son!
"See?" he queries in an almost little boy voice, "Now doncha hate me!?"
A mature pussy instantaneously became wet. Large, dark nipples harden against the thin material of the blouse. Deep breathing of surprise was sounded.
"No, baby," Sally tries to ease, "I really don't hate you."
"Yes you do!" the very shamefaced Paul disagrees starting to stand up, "You are my mother an' I'm such'a sick bastard!"
"No, damnit!" the loving parent stands up shifting in front of the mortified lad, "I love you more than you even know!" she pushes him back down on the couch.
The low cut blouse drops open exposing the braless large twin breasts at close view. Paul's eyes automatically widen at the sight. The son froze at the sight.
"I too have forbidden desires!" Sally hurriedly admits, "I want ya to grab my titties an' begin suckling 'em like a you did as a baby! I wanna feel that beautiful cock deep inside me!"
"You do?" Paul mumbles surprised.
The admission of lust makes the young mother feel free. All these years of hiding the taboo desires were now in the past. She just told her son the wish to be fucked by him!
"I don't believe I just said that!" she amazes sitting back on the couch.
The pair set silently on the sofa. Both mentality digested what had been said. They were trying to figure what was to happen next.
"So what are we gonna do?" Paul inquires slowly.
"I think we should take this one step at a time," Sally answers, "This is just too much to make a decision on now."
"Are we freaks?" the still off balance son asks, "Are we evil?"
"Well, we are freaks," the concerned mother admits, then disagrees, "We're not evil."
"You know it just wouldn't be right to do anything," Paul says sadly, "You're married an' we're mother an' son."
"I never said you were stupid, baby," Sally agrees, "You're right. We can't act on these desires. It'd be all wrong."
Moving closer to his sexy mother, the lusting son states, "Knowin' what I know now, I don't think I could resist touchin' you."
"Knowin' what I know," the lusting parent agrees, "I don't think I would stop you from touchin' me."
The two again fell into silence contemplating the dilemma. They knew a decision must be made now. This could not go any further.
"This situation is even harder to handle considerin' how Dad treats you," Paul accuses, "He's a dick an' don't treat ya lik'a lady."
"He don't treat me all that bad, baby," Sally defends, "He gives me a good home, security and especially a wonderful son."
"Bullshit!" the loving son angrily dismisses, "He's got his dick up some other bitch's cunt all the time!" With rising passion, Paul adds, "He fucks anything that walks an' most aren't fit to kiss your feet!"
Sally stares at her handsome son with loving eyes. His feelings for her were so wonderful and pure. She wants to hold that young, athletic body now.
Paul looks at his mother's rising chest. She was such a sexy and hot woman. He wants to caress those beautiful mounds and be between those curvy legs.
"Nevertheless," Sally mandates, "We can't touch each other." She reminds using Paul's words, "I'm married an' you're my son. It would be incest plain an' simple."
"Yes, mother," the horny teenager regrettably admits, "you're quite right."
They agreed to stop lusting and stop the sexual games. It was decided to keep the relationship a normal mother son one. It wasn't going to be easy.
Paul tried to get over the unnatural lust for his mother by laying ever girl possible. This only led to mental comparisons of their bodies to his parent's. Also the involuntary fantasies of the girl being his mother would occur.
Sally tried to get her husband to be more sexually active. She offered to 'experiment' to keep their sex lives good. Even after a threesome with another woman, it wasn't working.
The problem was her husband just wasn't in love with her like he was. The wondering spouse kept having affairs. He wasn't trying to keep the marriage going.
