Author's Note: This is my first attempt writing pretty much anything (as an adult) and definitely my first time writing anything like this. All characters are over 18. Please keep criticism constructive.
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Natalie Martin had a fetish. Her husband called it one, at the very least. But he would, then, since he was her fetish. Or rather, Martin men were.
It had started when Lee had first brought her home to meet his parents. She had stayed with the Martins for three weeks during the holidays when she was 18. In those two weeks, Anthony Martin seduced her. She loved Lee, but had not been able to deny the sexual animal Anthony had brought out in her. The solution, of course, was to trick Lee into joining their games. And so by the end of her stay with the Martin men, she had developed a hunger that could only be sated pressed between the two.
James had always known of the arrangement between his parents and grandfather. He supposed they'd tried to keep it from him at some point in his youth, but you could only happen upon your mother and grandfather snogging in dark corners or empty rooms so many times without knowing something was amiss. So James had come into his adult life very much aware of his mother's desire for Martin men, and very much determined to be added to that list.
He didn't know when his feelings for her had become sexual. They had been for so long that he simply had no concept. Away at boarding school, he had dated girls who reminded him of her. Blonde, aristocratic, sensual. But those girls had only served to make him want the real thing more. And so on the day after his 18th birthday, he asked his father for a night with her. Lee had looked at him for a long moment before smirking.
"I will allow it if she wants it, but know that if it continues after tonight, your grandfather and I will be joining you. She is our pet, after all."
James nodded slowly, "Thank you, Father. I understand. Will you see to it that she is expecting me?"
"I will," Lee laughed. "I am sure she will be delighted at the prospect."
And so James found himself on the threshold of his mother's room that evening, steeling himself for what he was about to do. Oh, he wanted it. And had no idea that his mother would make this the best night of his life to date. But could he live up to his own fantasies? He took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
And immediately stopped in his tracks.
"I've been waiting for you, James, darling," his mother purred.
She was reclined in the center of her bed, one hand rubbing the outside of her blue lacy knickers and the other teasing a nipple through a matching peekaboo bra. He was instantly hard.
Seeing the deer-in-the-headlights look on his face, she pulled her hands away from her body and sat up, patting the bed next to her. "Shut the door, and come talk to me for a moment."
His erection led the way to the bed, where he sat down awkwardly. Three inches away from his nearly naked mother and she wanted to talk. Great.
"Look at me, James." His eyes went immediately to her generous cleavage. "My face, James," she said amusedly.
His grey eyes met her own. He might look like a carbon copy of his father, but he had his mother's grey eyes. Comforted, he released a breath he didn't realize he was holding.
"Now," Natalie used her
I am the mother here, don't argue with me
voice, "What are we doing here, James?"
He snorted. "I thought Father would have explained that bit when he told you I would be coming by your rooms."
Natalie's eyes narrowed at her son, "Just because I've decided to let you fuck me doesn't give you the right to be an ass, James. Answer the question. Why this? My arrangement with your father and grandfather is no secret, but this is different. You're my son. I have thought about the ramifications of this and decided I was okay with them, but have you? Have you thought about what would happen after you've had sex with your own mother?"
"Not much," James admitted, looking at his hands. "I know that I've wanted this for as long as I can remember. And now that I am old enough, I wanted it to be a reality."
James' eyes cut to his mother, "Before you can ask why again, does there have to be a reason? Just as how you're attracted to Martin men, can't I be attracted to you? You're one of the sexiest women I know. And aren't all boys supposed to secretly desire their mothers? I've simply decided that it shouldn't be a secret any longer."
Natalie laid her hand atop his, "Yes, but what about after? I admit, I want you. You look so much like your father and grandfather that when your father told me of your request saying no never crossed my mind. But do you really want this, James?"
Her fingers had begun to trace patterns on his forearm. His flagging erection began to return.
He laughed and gestured to the bulge in his trousers. "I think we can both see that I do. I don't know that this will go anywhere past tonight. Father mentioned... I am not sure if I can actively be a part of whatever you have with them. But tonight? Tonight I want."
Natalie's face lit up with a lascivious grin. "Then tonight you shall have, my darling." She slid her questing fingers to grip him through his trousers and pulled his head towards hers. She paused, hand rubbing the outline of his half hard cock, with her lips half an inch from his. His eyes met hers and widened slightly at the lust he found there.
Slowly, oh so slowly, he closed the distance between them and pressed a soft, chaste kiss to her lips. Natalie sighed into his mouth and pressed harder, opening to him with no resistance.
James saw stars as his mother's tongue chased his into his mouth, her hand on his cock frantically trying to undo his belt and trousers. When her nimble fingers finally closed around his heated flesh he lost his last vestiges of control. He fisted her hair with one hand, using the other to wrap around her waist and drag her onto his lap. He kissed and sucked down her neck and to her nipples, sucking the hardened peaks through what little fabric covered them. His mother's responding moan spurred him on.
"Oh yes, James, suck harder," she breathed. "Suck on mommy's nipples."
James' non-verbal reply had her gripping his shoulders and grinding down on his still clothed cock. Her barely there lace panties were already soaked through. James removed his mouth from her flesh long enough to rid them both of their clothes. He admired her rosy nipples briefly before claiming one again. He looked up at his mother's enraptured face and smiled around her flesh. If she loved his mouth on her nipples this much, he couldn't wait for her reaction to his mouth on the rest of her.
Switching to her other rosy peak, he gripped her waist and twisted so that she lay on the bed underneath him. Her hands gripped his hair as he moved to kiss down her body. He paused and licked into her belly button, laughing softly as her stomach quivered in anticipation.
"It's not nice to tease, James," she said haughtily, trying not to moan at the sight of him between her legs and headed lower. Her sex throbbed to the beat of her skyrocketing pulse as her son's face inched closer.
"Yes, mother. I'm sorry, mother. Please let me make it up to you, mother," he said softly, holding her gaze as he reached her dripping center and extended his tongue to lap at her slit.
A strangled moan left her lips as his soft tongue connected with her most sensitive flesh. She struggled to keep her eyes open, even as her son's closed. He groaned in pleasure and buried his face between her thighs. Natalie gasped as her son's tongue danced across her cunt.
James was in heaven. His mother's pussy was ambrosia and would ruin him for all others, he was certain, so he decided to return the favor. She wouldn't soon forget the tongue lashing her son was giving her.
James feasted on his mother's sopping pussy. There was no other word for it. She was grateful for whoever had taught him how to go down on a woman. That anonymous female deserved a reward for her service to society. James' mouth on her slick flesh was driving her to new heights. She knew what he was doing. Twice now he'd driven her to the brink of orgasm and backed off. Her orgasm, when it happened, would be incendiary.
The sight of her own son between her legs made her throb and gush. That he looked so much like his father and grandfather excited her, but to see her own eyes looking back at her - heavy lidded and darkened with lust - gave her a thrill she could not describe. Those matching grey eyes caught her own as he slid two fingers into her slick channel.
He lifted his mouth from her flesh and smirked, his fingers scissoring and rubbing lazily inside of her, "Do you want to come for me, mother? Do you want your son, your only child, to give you an orgasm? Tell me what you want, mother."
His eyes never left hers even as his tongue lapped around her bud. "Please, baby. Please."
His fingers pumped slowly and his tongue continued to avoid the place she wanted it most. "Oh God, James, please. Make me come. I need to come. Please, baby."
Grey eyes continued to stare at her as she realized what he wanted, "Please, son, suck on mommy's clit. Make mommy come all over your face. Mommy wants to cover you in her cream so she can lick it all off. Please, James, let mommy come."
