1.
Donna Jarvis reclined back on her haunches on the kitchen floor, naked and smiling happily and licking her lips as she swallowed as much of Joe's copious delicious spunk as she could. She had just given her horny sexy son his regular morning blowjob before seeing him off to his employment as a trainee accountant in the city and, as usual, he had once again cum his load in thick hot reams.
The first of Joe's spurts had deposited itself fairly and squarely in the centre of his mother's face, some of it landing across Donna's eyes and nose, a long river that broke into several little streams before running down her cheeks, and she'd shuddered with excitement as she once again enjoyed being thoroughly coated in her son's rich cream.
Donna had quickly opened her mouth to capture the second and third helpings as Joe enjoyed another of his powerful orgasms as he served up his mother's breakfast. It was always the same, his balls produced enough spunk to rival the great porn star Peter North so that no matter how much of his ejaculation Donna managed to catch at the back of her throat, there was always a fair amount which seeped out the corners of her mouth and dripped across her chin and down her neck before running in rivulets across her tits, a deliberate ploy on Donna's part since she loved the feel of her son's warm spunk on her body as well as inside it.
"Oh, so much again, sweetheart," said Donna happily, who never tired of watching Joe shoot his load which she must have done hundreds of times since they'd first become lovers two years earlier.
"Its all yours, mom," Joe said, proud to have once again given his mother another very full load of his thick glossy sperm and looking down at her face which was now a complete mess, her smile virtually unrecognisable through all the spunk.
"You ought to get into porn films," Donna replied, somehow managing to speak through the goo, when Joe's latest supply finally dried up and she watched as her son's big uncircumcised prick started to deflate before her eyes, his amazing foreskin enclosing over his greasy purple knobhead as he came down from the intensity of his orgasm.
"Thanks, mom," Joe replied, looking down at his mother's face and tits covered in a thick layer of his white hot incestuous spunk, "you tell me that all the time. That's because you're such a great cocksucker."
"And its also because you've got such a lovely big suckable cock," replied Donna. "I'm so pleased we have this special relationship," she added, saying the same thing she had said almost every day for the past two years.
"Me too, mom," said Joe as he tucked his twenty years old manhood and his sweaty cum-quenched balls back inside his pants and zipped himself up, "now I must get going else I'll be late."
"Of course," said Donna, giving the resultant bulge in Joe's pants a little pat and thinking how handsome he looked in his business suit, complete with a white shirt and tie, "we'll have a lot more fun tonight."
"Too fucking right we will, mom," replied Joe, smiling at his still youthful-looking thirty-eight years old mother and throwing his bag over his right shoulder. "I can hardly wait to give you another good fucking."
"Me neither," said Donna. "Last night was fabulous, you just get better and better. Its such a shame you have to go to work."
"Needs must, mom," Joe replied, "got to earn a living somehow."
"Like I said, sweetheart," Donna replied, standing up, "with your body and cumshots like the one you've just delivered, a porn studio would snap you up."
"Yeah, sure," Joe replied, giggling. "And what if anyone I work with now or the neighbours recognised me? Besides, I've told you enough times you're the only person I want. Being a porn star would mean having it off with all and sundry, I might even have to do the gay stuff."
"I can't see you doing that, sweetheart," Donna replied, dismissing the thought that Joe could probably easily take it up the ass from another man since he loved being on the receiving end of her strap-on which, as far as she could make out, amounted to more or less the same thing.
"Its nice of you to confirm you only have eyes for me," Donna went on. "As I only have eyes for you. Ooh, I feel a song coming on."
"In that case, then, I'm going," laughed Joe.
Donna giggled and kissed Joe on the lips, a hard kiss in which they sent their respective tongues into each others' mouths and which went well beyond the bounds of mother and son propriety but then so does sucking him off. A kiss is just a kiss, so the old song goes, and is therefore the least of their worries, not that they worry at all about their taboo lifestyle, both of them having enormous sex drives so that they make love as often as they can, which is every day and sometimes more than twice.
They broke the kiss at last and Joe, having tasted his own spunk, wiped his face with a towel and then left the house, very reluctantly it has to be said. Donna went over to the window and watched her son walk away down the drive, lifting the flaps of his jacket to put his hands in his pockets, allowing the centre vent to splay into an archway and pulling his pants tight around his cheeks to reveal the decidedly erotic shape of his ass.
This was deliberate on Joe's part since he knew his mother had a real fetish for his bottom and loved him to show his curves off to her, nude or otherwise, at the littlest opportunity. This was one of those opportunities and as Joe walked away from the house, he could feel his mother's eyes digging into his back and watching his swaying buttocks as he walked towards the gate.
Donna wiped her face with a towel to get a better look and thinking as she always did how wonderful if was to be able to admire her son's physical attributes quite openly, unlike the days before Joe had seduced her when she had had to cast furtive glances at his ass and package secretly covered up by his clothes. It was only after that momentous day two years earlier, when she had fallen for Joe's incestuous charms and the power of his seduction hook, line and sinker, that they had both happily abandoned their clothes to live as nudists except when clothes were necessary, of course, like they were now for Joe setting out to work with a spring in his step after another scintillating orgasm brought on by his doting mother.
As Joe continued on his way down the garden path, Donna's eyes were on stalks as she focused them on her son's well-defined bottom, the shapely cheeks rubbing together inside his pants and framed by the splayed vent of his jacket which seemed to have gotten wider, his hands still deep in his pockets. To say Donna was besotted with her son's buttocks would be an understatement.
"I bet there are plenty of other women, and men too, probably," Donna mused to herself as she started to finger her fanny, "who'd like to get their hands on my boy's divine ass, and his prick, too. But they don't stand a chance," she giggled, remembering the many times Joe had pledged his love and commitment to her and her alone.
On that Joe had never wavered, Donna often reflected since, deep down, she had thought that once they'd done it a few times, Joe would move on like every other man she had known to seek out pastures new. But no, he had remained entirely faithful to her and true to his word, displaying his love for her in an act of selfless sincerity. No matter that she and Joe were mother and son, the fact that their sexual relationship was regarded as taboo only heightened the fun of each and every one of their illicit sex sessions.
Joe was fully aware his mother was clocking his ass as he walked towards the gate, wiggling his bum cheeks provocatively and commanding all Donna's attention on his backside whose alluring curves were now fully accentuated by the continued splaying of the vent in his jacket. He could feel himself getting horny again and wanted to turn round and go back indoors, telephone work and lie through his teeth to his boss that he was sick, and instead spend the whole day sucking and fucking with his mother but there was an important meeting at the office to-day which was crucial to his chances of promotion.
Thus, fighting back his desires, Joe simply turned, taok his hands out of his pockets and blew Donna a kiss, who blew one back through the kitchen window. Then, smiling, he turned on his heel and was gone, heading for the station for his daily commute and leaving his mother to her own devices, alas, for several hours ...
2.
In the couple of years since they had started out on their special relationship, as Donna called it, she and Joe have long banished any thoughts of guilt and shame though Donna now often laughs at her initial reticence when Joe had first come on to her.
Joe was the result of a one-night stand when Donna was eighteen, some guy she'd met in a club, gone back with and after he'd fucked her, he'd promptly fucked off. Donna's parents had wanted her to have the baby adopted but Donna was having none of it. No matter the hasty sex-for-sex sake in which her son had been conceived, Donna was determined to bring him up as a lone parent and love him and cherish him every day of her life.
As soon as Joe was in his teens and with no father, he quickly became the man of the house, doing all the jobs a husband would and Donna couldn't help but notice what a handsome sexy young man he had become. It had been a shock to her system when it dawned on her that she was casting him glances in a way a mother is not supposed to look at a son but it still didn't stop her from very often, and feeling very guilty, going to her room to masturbate with an image of Joe in her mind's eye as she fingered her fanny and worked up her pussy juice.
