You are going to find similarities to this story to another one I wrote. Understand this was not intentional, this just came out of me. This story was not pre-planned in any way. I am working from home today and as I was reading an incest story (of course) I got inspired to write. This just flowed out of me. I am in fact writing this part right now after already typing 14 pages in MS Word and the word count right now after this is over 5700 words and I still have more to type. I hope you enjoy it. And note the son is over 18 years old.
Morning Routine
Getting harder and harder on her to resist. Even on the weekends she gets up at 5am with or without an alarm due to her body being accustomed to it. Throwing on a t-shirt being that she sleeps in just her panties, her nipples are not well covered by her top due them being in a constant state or firmness. In addition to that, each morning her panties are soaked. All this been happening in these past few months. As for the reason, well it is all due to her dreams. The cause, you will understand soon.
Getting costly to change her panties each morning; water and electricity is not free. Joanne also prefers to take showers before bed, it makes her falling asleep peaceful. As for the panties, the piles have been growing faster since the start of these dreams. Her juices have been coming in large amounts not only in her sleep but also during the day. She has at times changed her underwear as much as 3 times in a single day. Sometimes it gets to the point where she puts on one of her son's t-shirts that barely covers her ass and pussy and just goes commando. But there is a few down-sides to that too. First the juices still leak out of her which becomes apparent if you look at her legs. There you will see moisture and drops all coming from the same source. Then there is the smell of arousal. She herself has picked up on the scent and cannot help but wonder if her son notices it too. Then there is the bending over she must do from time to time usually in the kitchen. It is during those times she is most exposed.
After waking up and getting her coffee and looking out the kitchen windows, she glances at the clock. Each morning during the week she goes to his bed to wake him up and every single morning he is laying there with the covers kicked off, just in his boxers, and his hard-on poking through the hole sticking straight up. Guessing to be about 6 to 7 inches long and the right amount of thickness. Not too much, but enough to struggle for a woman to deep throat it, she stands there coffee in hand and the other in her panties touching herself as she admires that piece of meat.
She is aware that people will say what she is doing is wrong, but she is only looking...right? What is the harm? He is fast asleep, and she has not tasted nor fucked a cock for a year now. Finally having enough of her husband's bullshit, she kicked him out and was divorced in a 6 months' time. Her being given custody of her son and his father leaving the state, neither of them has seen or heard from him since.
He was not much of a father. Quite frankly she feels that they would have been happier if he never lived with them. Tensions were always high, was always in his own world, and whatever sex she got from him was rolling on her, putting it in, pump a few times, cum and roll over and fall asleep. All her orgasms since marrying that man was always self-induced.
But now before her is another cock. One according to society is taboo for her to touch for any reason, aside for medical reasons. If it needed some sort of medical attention she could justify touching it. But she does not just want to touch it; she wants to suck it. She wants to fuck it. God she needs a good hard fuck right now. Hell, she needs a good hard fuck every morning.
She has many times laid in bed hearing through the walls of her son Matthew rubbing one out. His moans, his groans, and sometimes verbally saying something but cannot quite make out the words. She knows he is giving attention where it is needed. But she has a place for his cock. She would even allow her son to fuck her ass, but that is taboo right?
People do not really do that right? It is only in the stories...which she does read. This is a new hobby that Joanne has recently started. With the stirrings of arousal happening because of what she sees each morning she is fighting the desires to ravish her son. Her only son, her only child. Concerned of what mental damage she could do to her boy if she gave into these desires. But it would be so easy to just put down her coffee, sit on the side of the bed, lean over and to just at least, get a taste. The sweet taste of a piece of meat in her mouth. The musk of a man just has woken up from a much-needed night of sleep.
That first drip of pre-cum to touch her tongue. She needs it like people need food and water and the mental battle she is having is becoming increasingly difficult to resist. The stories as previously mentioned are not helping either; they are influencing her in many ways. First the search for this material was not originally for porn, but for rather to help her with this new infatuation she has for her boy. Seeking some sort of help without going out for professional help, she has read non-fictional stories of family members mentally screwed up by incest. But all those stories were of parents doing inexplicable things to people underage. But her boy is no child. He is a man. Yes he is only 19 but in the U.S. he has become an adult when he turned 18 so he does not fall into that category.
Looking past the info that has no reflection to her current situation she discovered a site with a gold-mine of erotic stories of incest. These stories, many poorly written are about fantasies of what may or may not have happened with members committing sexual acts with each other. Clearly she is not alone in this world. She did not ask for this, but man she sure does need it.
Of course, she is attractive enough that she could go out and pick-up a man to have her pussy pounded but she wants more than that. She wants someone to love her; the total opposite of what her husband was. His love if anything she would not wish on anyone. He waisted her time for many years, 2 before the birth of her son and then up till before he turned 19. In fact, that man was the only man or the only cock that has entered any orifice of her body. But since this has happened she has learned of many things that people do in sex. With stories comes videos, an abundance of videos. All these videos of stepmothers and stepsons engaging in sexual activities far past what she has ever done. It looks so yummy to the people on the screen performing oral on each other. What she would give to have her boy place his tongue in her pussy and lick her clit. What she would give to experience an orgasm not caused by her own hands. Hell, she does not even have toys. That is not to say she did not shop for a toy or something to replace a tongue or a cock. But always afraid her son would find the package at the door and open it before she had a chance to hide it from his eyes.
As for stores? No, she could not do that. She does not want to be associated with those pervs that venture into adult stores. She is not one of them people. Or is she? Yet here she is like clockwork standing before her son's bed staring at a piece of meat she so desires. But this morning is different; her mind or better yet the control she has over herself this morning has left. Today she is in a dream state; she is not awake nor asleep. She is being controlled by the taboo that fills her mind 24/7. Placing her coffee on the side of her son's nightstand, she sits down on the side of the bed and stares at his face. Praying to herself he does not wake up; she places a gentle touch on his leg. His response is nothing. It is like she is not even there.
Then suddenly she realizes where she is and wondering to herself what is she doing and stands up and is about to flee the room. But once at the doorway she realizes her hands are empty and she turns and looks and there before her child is her coffee. Concerned that he would know her presence she goes back to grab her coffee and in reaching for it she turns and looks at her boy again and focuses on his cock. Again, she subconsciously stops reaching for the coffee and again sits on the side of the bed. But this time she does not place her hand on his leg, but rather between his legs to give her support. Support? Support for what you wonder.
Well without any mental discussion she leans over and takes a big sniff of her son's pheromones. It is an aphrodisiac for her. That plus him being a male and not having sex. Hell, not having any good sex and the videos, and the stories and the dreams. Oh man the dreams. She has dreamed about this very moment many times over. Not able to stop herself she extends her tongue and just touches the tip of her son's cock. Looking at his face he does not respond to the touch other than his cock making a slight jerk. Taking this as a good sign she opens her mouth just enough and bends down further engulfing his manhood deep into her mouth.
Upon doing that she hears "MMMMmmmm..." and quickly looks at her boy but his eyes are still closed and realizes the "MMMMmmmm..." was not from him, but rather from her. Having already done the deed she slides her mouth up to the point his cockhead is about to exit her mouth, she slides back down. She repeats this several times till she tastes something different. Removing the cock from her mouth she looks down and sees what is known as pre-cum. Taking a lick of the glob she tastes it and finds it sweet. Almost like candy to her and she wants more but then her son stirs. And she quickly stands, grabs her coffee and leaves the room.
Locking herself in her bedroom she stands with her back to the door trying to catch her breath. Berating herself mentally, she feels guilty by what she just did but she also cannot ignore how horny she has become. She was already aroused the moment she woke up, but it has increased many times over.
Unable to think straight she needs to cum just to get the clouds out of her mind. Stripping off her shirt and dropping her panties she puts down the coffee and climbs to the center of her bed and begins touching herself. With one hand on her tit and the other playing with her lips she closes her eyes and pictures what she just did. Imagining herself not stopping but sucking her boy till he erupts in her mouth and her swallowing his cum she is getting closer and closer to an orgasm and just as she is about to reach the peak she hears, "Knock Knock Knock...mom...are you wake?"
"Yes sweety, just getting some clothes on. Go downstairs and I will make you breakfast."
Hearing him go down the stairs she quietly screams FUCK to herself. If he only waited a minute more she could have cum and cleared her mind. But now she cannot get there and has no choice but to suck it up. Putting on her shirt she looks into the mirror and sees her nipples are doing nothing to cover her arousal. Then she picks up her panties and they are soaked. Too wet to put on she does not bother grabbing a fresh pair and instead just deals with her having her t-shirt covering her lower half. But what the t-shirt is unable to do is mask the smell of arousal.
At the kitchen ***
