I Worship You Am Teased to Frenzy

You stand before me, naked, unabashed, as proud of your body now as you near 60 as you have ever been. The confidence you have just enhances your sexuality and raises your natural appeal to new heights of lust within me.

And rightly so are your proud, I look you up and down unable to hide my lust. You smile in delight of being admired, my erection making clear my urgent need to breed into you.

Your natural boobs hang heavy, exquisitely marked with a web of blue veins. Your aureoles are large, could I even cover them with the palm of my hand? Normally a blush coral pink, with your heightened arousal they have flushed cherry red.

Your nipples are swollen, rich, ripe like a round gummy sweet, just needing, pleading to be sucked. They hang pointing half way down like soft, rich berries needing to be plucked. My eyes travel down your belly, marked by the children you carried almost 40 years ago now. But you have kept active and fit so your belly does not sag too much and in no way hides your vulva, your womanhood.

You vulva is shaven, smooth and deliciously fuzz free. Your labia spill out from your sweet, long gash, flushed red and starting to swell with your arousal.

Your turn round to display your plump ass, marked with cellulite but still sweet and peachy. You bend forward, splay your legs and reach back to spread your ass cheeks to flash your delicious, puckered pink anus at me. Just briefly, a tantalising, tempting tease.

You stand upright and turn back round, your tits wobbling. Your smile is sweet but also marking approval, appraisal of my shaved groin.

You go to the bedside cabinet, fish a couple of things out of a drawer and walk up to me. You drizzle baby oil over my cock and balls and briefly massage it over.

"Put these on." You pass me a curved ball spreader and cock ring, which with trembling fingers I slide on. My testicles are pushed forward for your admiring gaze as the ring stiffens my erection still further. These will only add to the torment to come.

You murmur appreciatively and runs you fingers tantalizingly over my exposed balls and penis. I tremble with anticipation, with desire, transfixed by your naked beauty, lusting to throw you on the bed for our first fuck.

But, you have made it very, very clear to me that I have to deserve it. To first worship your body, to give you sensual pleasure and prove my worth. With me you can use your womanly, wanton power and for the first time make the man, make me wait. Oh it is torture indeed.

I grab a breath, my heart racing, I have to show you I am worthy of breeding with you. I am not to touch myself, I must not push my cock or balls against, I am to be made to wait for any pleasure there. If I deserve it. I must show you I will.

You lie face down, full length on the bed, your legs together. I am to start with a back massage you said, first from the neck to your waist, then up from your feet. Only then may I fondle your ass or, you said with a coy, teasing smile, explore down further.

You are a glorious sight, it drives the animal need in me to breed to new heights. I want, more so need, to push your legs akimbo, drag you up by the hips I can drive my impatient cock into your luscious cunt.

Instead I pick up the massage oil, warm it in my hands, kneel to one side and start to caress you from the nape of the neck, slowly down your shoulder blades, circling back up and repeating. My hands are trembling, I have to fight the urge to fall and dry hump you, anything to relieve the instinctive imperative to spill my seed.

You murmur appreciatively and turn your face to look at me and give me a sweet smile. I slowly move my hands around and across your back, adding more oil as needed, desperate to show you I can share sensual moments even when pulsing, throbbing with animal lust and burning with human desire.

Then I move to your feet, starting by kneeling on the floor at the end of the bed. Your slightly, oh so slightly, ease your legs apart, tantalizing me with the wonders at the apex of them; your two glorious holes.

I massage one foot, then the other and each gets a very appreciative murmur and you instinctually convulse from this intimate touch. Your ass cheeks pinch in ever so slightly as your groin clenches, almost, oh almost, an invitation, an irresistible invitation to fall upon them and force my cock...but, resist I must.

That still has to be earned.

I am now working my hands up your legs, adding more oil, working your calves, over your knees, then firstly your outer and upper thigh. But when I first slide, glide my fingers upwards towards your ass on your inner thighs, you gasp and instinctively splay your legs wider, before quickly closing them.

I barely, briefly glimpse your rose pink anus and flush red cunt, but the instinctive move makes me catch a breath. It shows that your body is indeed reacting to my gentle, sensual, oiled caress and I am working you into the desire to breed with me.

So I decide to be bold, from one side of your legs I move in my knees and push your legs apart, but do not stop to admire the view, not yet. Instead I reach a hand under each hip and pull you onto your knees and now that glorious view opens before me.

Your oh so pretty, tight, puckered pink anus that, from our filthy, flirty, dirty chat over lunch is, I know, still virginal, to your long, bush-free gash which I know, oh how I know, is very far from virginal. Your already flappy, loose labia are now swollen more, engorged by desire and starting to gape open, ready for me to breed into you.

"Not..." you start to tell me.

"...yet, I know, Mum, I will be a good boy." Oh sweet Lord, this vagina opening like a blossoming flower is the very one that birthed me decades ago. And soon, I hope, I will be thrusting myself back into you, or at least my cock will and, mother and son, fulfill our desire, our need to breed.

Instead I reach one hand down and start, with a butterfly touch, to caress those gorgeous, plump cunt lips. The other arms supports my weight as I lean my face into your plump ass, your musk scent floods my nose releasing a new wave of animal desire in me.

Pushing my nose between your ass cheeks I stretch my tongue to rim your asshole. You groan at this most intimate of touches on this most private, most hidden part of your body. Six decades of life and no one, ever, has touched you sensually there, let alone with tongue and lips.

Your body reacts to the rush of pleasurable sensations as I rim you, a wellspring, a wealth of pleasure most people deny themselves of through ignorance.

My fingers are butterfly fluttering over your labia, you of a sudden reach under and mash them into your cunt. If that's what you want, I think, as your hand makes mine push into your vulva with a force I would not dare use on my own accord.

I purse my lips to kiss your puckered anus and then suck and try to work my tongue into your anal virgin tightness. You guide my fingers and i guess you want them in a duck bill. Yes! You push my hand into you, opening your labia and entering your vagina proper, working my hand in and out with yours. With your other hand I feel you start to work you mons and clitoral sheath.

My cock spurts a little cum, more than just precum, I am having a low level orgasm, even without touching or stimulating my cock. That's how aroused you have made me, literally shaking with lust to plunge my cock where my hand is.

Your breathing increases, moaning with each breath you are starting to tremor and convulse as you masturbate using your own Son's hand. All whilst I add to the cascade of sensation by rimming your asshole.

You start to thrust with your hips to drive my hand further into you. I can feel the muscles of your vagina expanding as you drive my fingers deep into you. It's like you are desperate to have your son deep inside you again after all these decades.

I can't keep my mouth on your anus so I pull back and just admire the view of your sweet, plump ass as it moves up and down past my face. Then you fall forward, pulling yourself off my hand with a loud wet sucking noise. You convulse and tremble on the bed after bringing yourself to climax.

I look down at my cock, still oozing cum and am desperate to join you in the relief of a physical climax, but as I move to stroke myself you roll over and lock eyes with me. You are still breathing heavily, your tits rise and fall your nipples swollen, plump, huge. I hold your gaze even though legs akimbo your vulva is openly displayed.

Please, I think, please just say "fuck me, Son." and I will fall upon you...

But no, your face flushed and beaded with sweat, a look of wanton lust in your eyes which promises me the relief I desire, you cup your right boob in both hands and offer up your swollen nipple to me. I kneel by your side and start to suck on your sweet, fleshy gummy sweet nipple.

You let your breast go, so with my left hand I brace it so it doesn't flop away from me. You take and guide my right hand down to your swollen, fuck-ready vulva and urgently guide my fingers to your swollen mound.

I can feel your hard clitoris erect and proud out of its sheath. Now you move my fingers over it, but oh so lightly. I start to butterfly your clit with teasing touch, strokes, pinches, glides, slides...your breathing increases, you arc your back to grind your groin up and down, impelled by the torment of my tantalising touch.

You bring your hand back up to the back of my head and I feel you kiss the top of my head, you murmur lovingly;

"Oh my Son, my darling Son." You repeat, I feel and share your love, I lift my mouth from your unbelievably swollen nipple, now engorged beyond belief. My other hand caresses it as I go in to a kiss and for the next what feels like many minutes we kiss, deeply, tongues dancing the tango of incestuous desire, as with both hands I still tickle your two fancies.

"I have to fuck you, Mum." I said, my whole body now screaming with the need for physical relief. For what seems like ages now I have been all but consumed by the animal need to breed. Yes I am teasing you, Mum, with my touch, but you have been tormenting me with my denial.

You pull away to look in my eyes, I am certain the same lustful yearning burns there.

"Oh my darling boy, you will, you will but not yet, I..." you come back in to kiss and reach down to guide my hand away from teasing your clit. You move move it down slightly to the gaping opening revealed by the arousal coursing through your swelling your labia. Again you start make my fingers narrow so I make the duck bill, you push my hand in to you.

This time I glide easily in to your wet, willing vagina, which I could feel pulsing with animal need. You grab my wrist and start to masturbate yourself on my hand.

Our kissing increases in intensity, your instinctive grinding and gyrating of your hips increases as my hand slides into and stretches your vagina. My finger tips touch your cervix. Whilst this feels fantastic and takes us both to a new peak of arousal, it wasn't the tip of my finger I need to feel banging into you, my Mum's cervix. And you know it, but still deny my cock, the hard, throbbing penis of your loving son, the relief of a fuck that it needs.

A flash of anger sparked, I tried to ramp it down, this woman, you, my Mum, are giving, have over a lifetime given, me so much, but over lunch had promised me still more. But my desire, my animal needs, are still denied me. I pushed the anger aside but still harbored the thought to force you to go beyond need, like you have to me.

My hand still in your pulsating vagina I slowly clench my fingers to make a fist. You gasp at the extra sensation from this and pull away to look me in the eye. Holding your gaze I push my fist into you, further, deeper, your vagina muscles are stretched, but accommodate rather than resist my fist.

Now it is my fist bumping against your cervix, as I am now well beyond wrist deep and properly fisting you, fisting my own mother. I pull my hand out and watch with stupefied fascination as your cunt opens around my wrist, release it almost reluctantly, then closes as I exit. Your cunt gapes open, the sweet depths of your vagina open to view, a view I take in with relish.

Slowly I push myself back into you, not the duck bill, this time the fist. Your eyes widen at the extra girth and instinctively you thrust up into me to help me force entry into you. Slowly I slide my fist the full length of your vagina then grind it against your cervix. Both hands fall onto your clitoral mound and you frantically masturbate yourself with your sons forearm.

Again, then again...I slide my fist fully out, then back in, watching how your cunt so readily, hungrily takes my fist. Your instinctive humping, your breathing, your moaning all increases. I up my pace and your race of pleasure follows in time. With our respective movements combined we are now all but punching my fist into your cunt.

And it is most definitely a joint effort, this is not just me pounding my fist into you, but you driving yourself onto it as well. Your hands fly from your clit to grasp your own head. And then you let out by far your loudest groan, arc your back and convulse uncontrollably. The pulsing clench of your vagina increases and closes, clamping me in place, fist deep, like a bitch in season locking the stud dog into her.

Time after time your vagina pulses and clamps round my arm, I cannot possibly move my fist, let alone pull myself from you whilst your orgasmic peak overwhelms you.

I tear my eyes from the majesty of your pounded, pulverized pussy. Your head is back, gasping for breath, through eyelids fluttering you take my gaze. You try to say something but a new spasm wracks your body, still heaving from desire, still struggling for breath.

All I can do is flex my fingers still deep in you, as your vagina still hungrily grips my arm. Your eyes widen, you gasp, your legs and feet writhe around me as I kneel between you. Another powerful pulse tightens your vaginal grip around my arm.

I flex my fingers again, and again you respond, you have been taken to the peak of animal desire. With the tsunami of ecstasy still crashing on you I am taking, making you reach and feel new peaks just beyond, just a little higher, again, again. Your vaginal clench is now so tight I cannot possibly move even a finger.

You take some deep breaths and then sigh, your vagina relaxes and with a lush, deep, wet slurping I pull my arm out of you, flexing my fingers to restore circulation. I drop my gaze to stare at your gaping, pulsing, pulsating, well-pounded pussy. I slide my knees up to position my cock ready to fuck you, my beloved Mum, for the first time.

I glance up at you, still breathless you flicker a smile and give me the tiniest nod. Yes! Yes, you say without words, Yes, my darling Son you can now fuck your mother. You are worthy.

I drive my cock, which has been so erect, so hard for so long into your wet, willing vagina and, stretched out as your are slide easily in. But I am so overwrought, so far beyond arousal, that as soon as my cock head bangs against your cervix I meet, like a steam train head on, the ecstasy of release.

As I release a torrent of sperm deep into my mother's vagina I collapse onto you. We are both spent and lie together, still intimately bound to each other, needing to rest and recover after our loving experience together.