Mother Son

Fucking is an exuberance of life. We are born into our bodies, which are a kingdom of lust. What is taboo, and obscene, has a meaning we haven't ever thought about. I will allude to this later.

My mother is cracked, full of debauchery, just the way I like it. She hikes up her skirt, the one covered in colorful drawings of flowers, and she rips off her panties, exposing her cunt. I am not surprised. I pull down my trousers, and my underpants, and outwardly hovers my cock. She asks me to pee up her cunt. Here in the summer garden amidst the flowers, and the weeds. Of course I will pee up her cunt. I am grateful our garden is private, for who knows what the neighbors would think?.

I place my cock just between her lips, and jet up her. Let me stop briefly to describe this taboo. When I peed up her cunt it was like a jet of flung water, quivering like a shut up spray of urine jetting forth. Her flooded cunt quivered, and my cock quivered, like a released arrow on its way to the target. Obscene?. Of course it was obscene. Pleasure only starts once the worm is in the fruit.

Yes, my mother was cracked, and so was I. I have to pick my way along what is often at times a lonely path, I abandon all sense of being an individual and know I am just a body diabolically sexual. I was thrilled to be in a state of permanent sin. Obscenity is the name for the uneasiness that upsets the social structure. Not that I had any intention to upset it.

My mother, and I went inside the house, and decided we would masturbate each other, but changed our mind when we were in the kitchen to masturbating our sex in front of each other. She jumped up onto the wooden farm style table, hoisted her skirt, flung her thighs open showing her meaty cunt, and thrust her right hand between the folds, began jerking the flesh to the limits of no return. My mother was a sexy bitch, kept her body firm with regular journeys to the gym, fucking the instructor to stay in shape. Her eyes were full of lust as she locked onto my reddening cock, with its shape obscene, glaring at her frothing cunt, as I stroked the entire length of that member with frenzied desire. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, but we ignore it. We were both too warped, and racked by desire, needing to cum at all cost, my cum spurting in gollops between her thighs, and sending upon the plates, the knives and forks behind her. She fell back on the table causing the tableware crashing as she wallowed in spasms of delirium, fingering every last drop of orgasm from her twat.

So what is this?. This incestuous relationship with my mother?. The hot acidic cum that spurts from cock for my mother. My flooding her cunt with my pee. We are not warped. Her wet nose under my ass, tonguing the root of my ass. Such debauchery you would never dream, nor would you take part in. But we have no qualms whatsoever partaking in the forbidden, the liberated frenzy that befalls us, now, and then. We take no part in the presaging violence of conformity. We are free spirits of the body mortal.

I knew something was up, way back in my early childhood, but I cannot speak about it here, for fear of not being published. We each are born through the sewer channel of the body. Yes indeed, the sexual channels are the decomposing sewer of the body. Where I piss from, there too swims the cum, riding the explosion of an orgasm. Make no mistake about it, sex takes us down into the Underworld of the body. Between feces and urine, I fuck, and am born. Matter slipping down the vaginal sheath into waiting arms. Small wonder my life is a swelling, and explosion. I fuck in order to annihilate myself, over, and over. Why should I care who I fuck?.

I look down at my half haggard cock. Nature has designed my cock for fucking. Has designed my mother's cunt for being fucked. There is such a taboo against sexual liberty. I have chosen my mother to fuck, and she has chosen me. We get off on violating this taboo. She can piss on me anytime she likes. The woosh of her piss hitting my chest is the sweetest, most terrible sound. We bathe in the sewer of each other. What has decomposed keeps us alive. When we are outside, we piss where we stand. Wherever. We squirt life back into the earth. The vigorous stirrings within us exceed the limits of reason. Our genitals are never bored. We cooperate with nature.

We crawl into each others arms, and fuck, even though there is twenty years the difference. Who needs moralizing chatter. There is such a regenerative power in corruption. We tear off our clothes, and fuck madly in the sewer of the body. The excruciating lewdness of my mother's cunt, enjoins with her creation, my haggard cock. Flesh of her flesh. But not for long would it hang haggard, turning into a determined organ that could praise any anus. For my cock loved to be interned within the sewer of her ass. How it would sniff out the root of my mother's ass. Her ass waiting for the buggering by my faggot. She welcomed the feel of my entering, sliding along her sphincter, the fullness of my balls padding against her ass cheeks. She would cascade a wee into my hand cupped for the catching of her fleeing urine, as I plunged horizontally into her basement. Life is nothing but the decomposition of life, and the nakedness of writhing limbs, abandoned in the globules of sweat escaping from our burning bodies.

I experience a carnal pleasure, my cock fucking her anus at full stretch. I rub my hands over her belly, over her hungry cunt, over her white buttocks as I dog her. Her anus has induced my erection, as it too takes it. My cock is an eruption of excremental force without the feces. She endeavors to expel my erection, pushing down on my joy with an expelling force of fervent eruption. My cock is the infliction of pleasure emanating in her bowels. My cock is spellbound within her flesh. Her slick yummy flesh. Periodically I pulled out, and stuck the bastard of my cock into her waiting mouth, for her to ravenously suck the beastly remnants of my decomposition.

The shamelessness of my mother's cunt, kept my cock it seemed, in permanent erection. Taboo to transgression. Her cunt brought on a vertigo of being eaten. My mother eats me. She eats my cock, which is the same as eating me. My mother's complexion is almost an albino white, which accentuates her sexual parts. The forest dark which surrounds her cunt, the chocolate that accentuates her areola, and her protruding nipples, the bruise of color that defines her anus, and the bright red of her lips. The animality of her body opens before me. Her body excites me, and births action into my cock. I desire to fuck her unashamedly, as she desires to eat me unashamedly. Religious cannibalism, of eating the savior collectively, bound within the cage of taboo, is not for my mother, nor for me.

I am a sodomite, and so is my mother, but we are more than that. My mother offers me her cunt lips, as if they were her mouth. She has rouged her labia lips with permanent lipstick which I try to lick off. I passed through these lips to get here, and today I kiss them to say thank you, and later I will force my cock between them, and she will feel my erectile excitement through, and through. Her cunt is a whore for my cock. The lechery of my cock is intoxicating. Her breasts rise as I enter her gateway. My cock vanishes into the whore of her cunt.

"Oh darling!. My baby," she cries.

Her eyes paint her mental state. They are full of fuck. Having her son's cock deep inside her, its head bunting her womb, where he once assembled as a baby, sends her into a state of delirium. The root of his father is in his cock, rooting her cunt, as she eats it. They are down in the sewer of excremental forces. There is a horror of annihilation convulsing within the animality of their bodies. They must both cooperate with nature. An orgy of annihilation explodes inside them. The orgasm ravages his mother's face. The son falls on his mother as though dead. Do they not imply the denial of he established order. They are the taboo broken. They turn over and rub their hands over each other's body. She grabs his wet cock. He rubs her front.