I've tried something different with this piece, based on a few requests. Story doesn't progress much in this. Hopefully will continue with that with the next chapter.
As always, all characters here are over eighteen years of age.
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Victoria woke up and checked her phone. It was 4 AM, Monday morning. She had spent the past few days at her mother's place for Thanksgiving. It was an eventful bunch of days for the mom. She had come with the intention that she would tell her mom that she was planning on having a child through sperm donation, when in reality she was planning to get impregnated by her own son. When her mother revealed to her that she was aware of her incestuous relationship with her son, Victoria knew that she couldn't tell her that she was planning on having more children.
All her fears and concerns blew away when her son asked her to be his wife the previous day. The happiness she felt when her son slid the ring on her finger could only be surpassed by the happiness she had felt when she held her son for the very first time. She looked at her son lying next to her, sleeping peacefully. They now shared a bond and love that very few are lucky to have in their lifetimes. The thought still excited her, her son is going to be her husband. She was going to be his wife. She had loved him everyday as his mother and now she also loved him as his wife. She didn't need a ring to prove that to her. But the ring helped, the ring helped a lot. It was like a source of unending arousal which made her want her son more with every breath that she took.
She reached out and slowly caressed his cheek. The sight of the ring on her hand while she caressed her son's cheek sent a tingle down her spine. 'Not now,' she thought, 'he needs his rest. God knows I've drained him for the night,' she smiled recollecting that night's memories. She moved her hand from her son's cheek to her pussy, where her fingers met with her wetness, her pussy signaling that it was ready to receive another shot of her son's cum. Her son had already cum inside her twice that night, both times in copiously large quantities as usual. That was her reward.
She had treated her son to a relaxing massage and a soothing bath, to get him ready for the night. She allowed her hands to feel every inch of her son's skin during the massage and the bath, except his enormously beautiful cock, so that she wouldn't get carried away. But like most self restraints, she failed to control herself and gave in to her inner desires. 'Its not my fault if he's already hard for his mom,' she reasoned with herself, ignoring the fact that she was completely naked when she was massaging him. 'It's my duty as his mother and wife-to-be to give him some comfort.' While she helped herself to a slow handjob, during both, the massage and the bath, she made sure that her son didn't cum. She had bought a pair of red lace lingerie for her son and was planning on riding her son to his first orgasm.
The problem with having so little self-restraint with her son is that, like his mother, Luke had very little self-restraint when he came into the bathroom and saw his mother completely naked about to put on her lingerie. It took less than five seconds for Luke to pick his mom up and put her on the counter and begin thrusting inside her. All Victoria could do was kiss her son while her son's cock beckoned her first orgasm of the night. Things did not go exactly according to her plan, but by midnight, her pussy was flooded twice with multiple torrents of her son's amazing cum filling her to the brim, with her orgasm following soon after. Yet, she craved more. She contemplated waking her son up but decided against it. She closed her eyes and idly traced her forefinger along her pussy lips. She had generally used her forefinger and her middle finger to lightly play with herself. But now she was actively using her ring-finger to do so, feeling uncontrollably horny with the thought of being her son's fiance. Maybe she could wake him up for a quickie, she wondered.
The ping on her phone disturbed her naughty thoughts and she opened her eyes. It was a message from Linda, her anonymous online friend she had found on an incest forum.
Linda: "OMG! OMG! OMG! Congratulations!!!
Linda: I can't believe that your son proposed to you.
Leia: Thank you. I'm over the moon myself.
Linda: Wow, I didn't expect a reply at this hour. I hope I didn't wake you up.
Leia: Not at all. I woke up a little while ago and couldn't fall asleep. Why are you up at his hour?
Linda: I honestly have no idea. I think its the pregnancy but I'm barely two months pregnant, so I don't know. But enough about me. I can't believe you are now engaged to your son. Tell me everything.
Leia: Haha. I should probably first start by thanking you. It wouldn't have happened without you. You were the one who gave me the courage to acknowledge that I was in love with my own son. So, thank you for everything.
Leia: And coming back to the good part. It was actually really sweet the way he did it. We were at this lake I used to visit when I was a teenager. I was telling him how much happy he has made me, and before I knew what was happening, he was on his knee with a ring, asking me to marry him.
Leia: It's hard to describe my feelings at that moment. Time stood still for me, I could see the rain droplets in slow motion, my son in front of me proclaiming that he would love me forever and asking me to do the same for him, I just savored the moment, it will be something that I will remember forever, my core memory.
Linda: I am literally crying right now. So happy for you. That is so so beautiful. But you are leaving a good part out. How was the 'I can't believe my son proposed to me' sex?
Victoria blushed.
Leia: We did that a couple of times. First at the lake itself. The second, I bought him to this BnB, gave him a nice massage, then treated him to a bath. Poor boy got so horny, he fucked me in the bathroom before I could put on my lingerie. And when he was done, he carried me to the bed and made sure that I lost count of my orgasms.
Linda: Ohh poor him. My heart goes out to your son, LOL. You are a bad mother for teasing your son so much.
Leia: Well that is the behavior that get me rewarded.
Linda: In spanks or in orgasms?
Leia: Orgasms for now, but I'm hoping to get some spanks too.
Linda: Well as his mother, its your duty to teach him. You are his mother and so he still respects you.
Leia: Despite regularly holding me down and relentlessly fucking me every day?
Linda: You are bad. Yes despite that. You have to be crystal clear here. He needs to know that as much as you like being his mom, you would also like to be his slut. And that includes spanking, coming behind you and fucking you in the kitchen or waking you up in the middle of the night if was feeling particularly randy.
Leia: And you call me bad?
Linda: So are you going to wake him up and beg him to fuck you?
Leia; How did you know?
Linda: Because I've done that before. Maybe I need to do it now too. Nothing like a good fuck to get you to sleep.
Leia: Looks like we both got some begging to do. Talk to you soon.
Linda: Looks like my brother is going to have an early morning. See you soon.
Luke woke up slowly, as he felt a pair of hands softly stroking his chest. He opened his eyes to see his mom's fingers moving across his chest.
"What time is it mom?" he asked, a little groggy from his sleep.
"It's a little early baby," Victoria replied, scolding herself for not thinking of an excuse for waking her son up before actually waking him up.
"Is everything alright mom? Are you ok?" Luke was on his side facing his mom. Victoria's heart sank when she heard the concern in her son's voice.
"Oh everything's fine baby, you don't have to get worried." Victoria moved closer to her son. "Well maybe not everything. You see, ever since you put this beautiful ring that surrounds my finger, it kind of seems wrong to not have my pussy surrounding your cock." Victoria slightly bit her lip, hoping her feeble attempts to address her arousal did not sound too pathetic.
Luke lips curved in a smile. He looked into his mom's emerald eyes. "Wow mom, that was really bad. You want to try that again?"
"Well I was having this dream about you, and then I woke up all wet and horny, and now I need to be fucked by my handsome son's enormous cock, are you seriously going to make me wait more?" Victoria begged.
A small laugh escaped her son's lips and she saw him shift. He placed a knee beside her hip and swung himself over her and placed his other knee on her other side. She could see his cock, hanging down, it was engorged but not fully rock hard yet. Her eyes were now fixated on her son's cock as it grew another inch and was now touching her landing strip, spreading his precum on her crotch as it swung slightly. Victoria gushed a little at the wet contact.
"Eyes up here mom," she heard and looked up to face her son. With both his hands on the mattress supporting his upper body, she longed to be crushed under her son's weight while he penetrated her.
"Sorry baby," she apologized, "just got distracted by something big," she smiled. She waited staring into his eyes and when her son didn't move for five seconds she impatiently asked, "waiting for something?"
"Mother's orders," her son replied smugly.
"Fuck your mother," Victoria nearly yelled the words and then screamed when her son pushed himself completely inside her in one stroke while bringing his entire weight on top of her body, pushing her legs wide apart while her body welcomed her son back inside her. She took a few seconds to collect herself and then clenched her pussy, feeling her son's entire length inside her.
"Yess baby, this is where you belong," Victoria cried.
Luke began moving sensing that his mom was ready. He moved slowly inside her, he knew his mom would soon want to get fucked hard and so until then he enjoyed the feeling of his mom's throbbing pussy with each stroke inside her.
"Go on baby," she encouraged her son, "Fuck me however you want," she gasped, "as long as you fuck mommy."
Victoria let her son have his time with her. She was going to have her orgasm soon. There was no need to rush. She didn't get a reply from her son to her moans. His lips were busy elsewhere, on her neck and she moaned at the wet sensation on her neck. She gripped her son's muscular shoulders, possibly a little too hard and she felt her son's mouth tighten on her neck. 'That is going to leave a mark,' she thought and smiled at herself.
She felt her son's back curve as he moved from her neck to wards her shoulder and then further down. Her heart raced in anticipation of what was to come. As her breasts swung up and down with each thrust of her son inside her, Victoria gasped when her son caught her nipple when it had swung upward. She felt his teeth on her hard nipple and cried in ecstasy. Her son's hand found her other breast and felt his thumb playing at her nipple.
She moaned in encouragement. "Yes baby, play with my nipples." Her son's teeth had left her nipple and she could now feel his tongue gently playing with her nipple instead. His lips circled her pink areola and she could feel her son sucking intensely. Victoria closed her eyes and imagined what this would feel like if she was lactating. Her son would be sucking on her nipples. He would be drinking her milk, his mother's milk. Milk she would be producing because she would be carrying a child, her son's child. She felt her son's suckling intensify and she screamed as her orgasm burst through her.
Luke immediately abandoned his mom's nipple and covered her mom's mouth with his hand, which did little to stifle her screams. He held her close hoping her orgasm would subside soon and the host would not hear them at that hour.
Victoria screamed into her son's hand while her orgasm coursed through her body and when she finally came to her senses, feeling her breathing stabilize. She smiled. This was true bliss. She put her hands behind her son's neck and pulled him towards her face, replacing his hand with his lips on her mouth. She kissed him roughly.
The next afternoon Luke found himself walking in the woods adjacent to the BnB on an old hiking trail. His mom had proposed the idea after their brunch and he couldn't say no to her. Not when her hair was in a bun, wearing her slightly over-sized light-brown ribbed sweater with sleeves long enough to reach the tips of her fingers. So, he made a show of disinterest and when his mom pulled him off the bed, he happily hopped off and put on his t-shirt.
"Wear your sweater, it's cold outside," his mom had warned him first.
