"How bad do you want to know?" he asked as he reached out with one hand to lightly touch her breast. It felt warm and her skin was so soft...
Monica closed her eyes and fought the urge to stop him. There, she'd taken another step across the line from appropriate behavior, further into decadence. She allowed him to caress her breast and was surprised at how much she enjoyed it. She still struggled within her mind, yet her body seemed to be on autopilot. She was turning more to face him and lifted the other breast.
"You don't remember nursing, but I breastfed you from these titties. Even when I should have weaned you, I dragged it out. I loved it so. God, Tyler, this is so wrong, but I want to feel your mouth on them again..."
Tyler bent forward and she lifted the breast to meet him. He kissed her breast and then started to suck. Monica gasped.
"Oh yes, Baby. Suck Mommy's titty." she cooed as she ran her hand over his head.
Tyler was thrilled. This was what he'd dreamed of since childhood. Maybe he did have some foggy memory of nursing from her tits. He knew better than to interrupt her revery. Her breast was surprisingly heavy. He squeezed it gently and was rewarded by a soft moan.
"Oh Baby, that feels so good."
Monica was still telling herself that she wouldn't go all the way, she wouldn't fuck him. She'd just let him have her tits, then they'd stop. But her body had other plans and as he switched to the other breast she moaned again. Damn, it felt so good! She'd been without a lover for too damn long. Her hand moved of its own accord and she felt his knee, then slowly slid her hand up under his towel to his thigh. Her mind screamed to stop, but her fingers explored and touched his cock. His stiffening, warm, and desperately needed cock. She toyed with the tip and felt a drop or two of moisture. She spread it around his glans with her fingertip and smiled as it twitched. She pressed the tip into her palm and closed her fingers and thumb. He seemed huge and hard. She stroked slowly up to the tip and back down.
Tyler stopped sucking her tits and looked her levelly in the eyes. She tilted her head slightly to one side and he leaned in and kissed her lips. They were big, soft and thrilling. They broke the kiss after a moment and stared into each other's eyes. No words were spoken, but each understood what the other couldn't say. His towel fell to the floor.
Monica leaned back on his bed slowly, still holding his cock. She spread her legs and as Tyler moved onto her, she guided that rigid member to her pussy. She used the other hand to spread her lips and found her pussy wet with desire and anticipation.
Tyler pressed forward and pushed his cock into her. He was surprised at how warm and wet her pussy felt as he slid in. He stroked in and out slowly, each time going a little deeper as her wetness spread. But his body couldn't handle the excitement and he quickly came. His cock pumped huge spurts of cum deep into her.
"Oh god!" Monica gasped. "Oh my god, that feels so good! Oh Baby, relax, we're not stopping just because you came. I'm gonna go to hell for this but Mommy's gonna fuck you over and over again. All damn night."
Her words thrilled Tyler and despite his orgasm, he remained quite firm. He began to stroke again, in and out, nice and slow. She lifted her breasts and he buried his face in her ample cleavage, kissing her soft, warm flesh. His hips rocked as he thrust in and out and Monica couldn't help but sigh. He was such a handsome boy, and so well endowed. His cock felt huge and filled her. Each thrust made more of his previous load ooze out. She felt it running down her ass, wetting the bed and her excitement grew. She'd always loved the mess, the smell and the sounds of sex. Her pussy made wet, squishy sounds as they fucked and, combined with the sounds of their labored breathing and soft moans, it was like erotic music to her ears. She dropped her breasts and put both hands on his head, guiding his mouth to hers. They kissed passionately and she slipped her tongue into his mouth.
Tyler's hips began to pump faster and faster. He could hardly believe his good luck. Not only was he no longer a virgin, but he was fucking his beautiful, sexy mom. She had given herself willingly to him and it felt better than he had ever imagined it could. Like most boys, he'd always been aroused and fascinated by titties. And his mom had always been number one on his list. Partly because of her proximity, and partly because of their size, but mainly because of her casual attitude regarding her big tits. He had grown up with them, seen them displayed in various bras, swimsuits, sleepwear, and tops his whole life. She'd never gone topless in front of him but he had been hugged thousands of times. Squished into those massive, soft, fleshy pillows and held there. On a few occasions, for longer than was probably appropriate. And he'd held on too. A couple of times, his face had been smushed into her cleavage. She'd never acted embarrassed, had always treated it as normal behavior and he'd loved every single time. Now he was achieving his dream, gazing at them, watching them bounce and jiggle, kissing, sucking, squeezing, and caressing them.
"God, Mom, you have the most incredible tits!" he said between kisses. "I've always wanted to do this, I've dreamed of this, but never thought it would actually happen."
"Awww... that's sweet." Monica purred back. "Truth be told, I've been tempted on a few occasions to 'accidentally' flash you. Just for fun. I thought about it and always chickened out."
"Oh god..." Tyler mumbled.
"You have such a nice, big cock baby. It feels so good. Take your time, don't rush it. I want to cherish this moment."
"I've always thought you were beautiful, Mom, and fantasized about making loving to you, but never, ever dreamed it would really happen. Now I can hardly believe it's true, that I'm not dreaming..." He thrust in deeply and held it there, straining to make his cock swell. Monica gasped. "But it's really, really happening. I'm really doing it. I'm..."
"Fucking your own mother?" Monica said, raising an eyebrow.
Tyler frowned. "No.," he said. "I'm making love to the most wonderful, sexy woman I know." and he kissed her again.
Monica began to rock her hips as he held his rigid cock deep inside her pussy. Their tongues wrestled and their arms encircled each other. Slowly they made love, not rushing, but each striving to savor the experience, to soak it up while it lasted. Monica's thick thighs stroked Tyler's body and her hands explored his back, waist, and hips. Tyler kissed her mouth, cheeks, and neck, causing her to moan in delight.
She marveled at his patience. She'd expected him to frantically hump until he came. But he was not. He was thrusting in and out quite slowly, pausing deep inside and used his mouth and hands to include her whole body. He was indeed making love to her, not just fucking her. And she cried. Tears flowed as she discovered her own desire to please him. She cried with joy that freed her heart and lifted her, buoyed her. She felt her orgasm burst like a failing dam, flooding her with an unexpected rush of ecstasy. She pressed her open mouth to his neck and screamed. She screamed as she'd never screamed before. And she came like she'd never cum before. It was the most exhilarating climax of her life. Wave after wave of orgasm flowed outward from her pelvis. It reached her fingers, toes, and scalp, and she held on tightly as fireworks burst behind her clenched eyelids.
Tyler knew she was cumming and her pussy spasmed and clenched his cock tightly. He struggled to thrust a few more times and then his own climax exploded. He grunted and groaned as he spurted his load into her.
Monica felt his cock filling her with his warm cum. Spurt after spurt, he kept cumming. She was amazed both at how much cum he gave her, and how good it felt. Never in her past had she felt this much pleasure from a lover cumming in her. But then, maybe she'd never had this much invested in a lover. Or maybe it really was the size of the load and her pussy filled by his big cock. Bigger than any lover she'd had before. Whatever it was, she was overjoyed by the sensations. As Tyler relaxed and collapsed onto her, she held him tightly and basked in the afterglow of the best orgasm of her life, hell, the best sex of her life.
She knew it was wrong, that she'd crossed the line. But it was too good to ignore her desire to do it again, and again. To feel this happiness and ecstasy, to share it with him. She wouldn't be his whore, but she wouldn't deny him when he needed her, just as she knew he wouldn't deny her. They would explore this taboo experience together, as equals. She realized that she now understood why the other mothers had also violated this cultural taboo. Well, if their experiences were anything like hers that is. She wondered if it could be...
As Tyler's cock shrank, Monica could feel his huge load of cum starting to seep out. Sadly, her bladder was also screaming for relief. Tyler rolled off, and as his dick slipped from her pussy, Monica tried to clench her vagina as she got up. She failed, and the cum seeped from her pussy and began to run down her inner thigh. She saw herself in the mirror on his dresser and froze. She took in the sight and for the first time saw herself as he might have.
She was 5'7" and plump. She had a thick waist and a tummy, but her tits and hips were large enough to balance that out. She had nice curves. Her breasts were big and sagged, but were nicely shaped, bottom-heavy with her nipples and areola carried high and on the front of her tits, not drooping towards the ground. Her hair was a mess but a warm chestnut color and nicely complemented her hazel eyes. Her skin was fair and freckled where the sun reached. She had a nice but light bush on her mons venus that faded to peach fuzz on her labia which she shaved. She saw that her hips, though large, were not too big, still quite firm and had a rather nice shape as well. Her legs were thick but nicely shaped from her thighs down to her calves. She couldn't help but smile. She was still sexy. Full figured, yes. Plump, maybe. But definitely still sexy.
