(This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. This one is a little bit different than my normal fare, as it's not really a cheating themed story. This is a straight-up, classic, big-boobed Mom and studly son having hot, sweaty, naked sex type of story. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.)
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Rachel DeAngelo awoke at around 11:30 AM the next morning. She was so high-strung, and her life so regimented that she rarely let herself sleep in. There was always too much to do to sleep in like this. But after experiencing this kind of rest... she realized how badly she needed it.
She didn't dream, her mind so wiped by the events of the night before that she didn't have the energy to do so. And judging by the soreness of her body, as soon as her body hit the mattress she didn't move, her body not wasting a lick of strength as she re-charged.
Of course, she was experiencing certain other types of physical soreness, but that was the good kind of soreness, and she wasn't complaining about that.
While she was wide awake, her body was still feeling sluggish both from the deep slumber and the events of the night before. Pushing herself up to her feet, still as naked as she was when she fell into bed, she moved slowly towards the bathroom, cleaning herself up a bit before returning. Rachel always took pride in her appearance, never dressing down even when there was no one to impress, but today was justifiably an exception.
First, she pulled on a pair of underwear that was slightly more practical than the miniscule thong she'd worn the night before, a pair of lacy purple, booty-short style underwear. But even in this moment, she couldn't resist looking good, the underwear leaving exposed the lower halves of her perfect ass-cheeks, enough to make any man melt. But that wasn't the goal, as she paired on a pair of loose, blue, thin, cotton flannel pajama pants, a garment that valued comfort over style. Then again, it was impossible to make her body look bad, and the thin material did a great job of showcasing her immaculate ass without even trying.
Up top, she kept it simple, pulling on a snug blue top, an old short-sleeved shirt she hadn't worn in a while that was snug enough to allow her to eschew wearing a bra. It was a little short, showing off a small hint of her midriff. And to cap off this relaxed look, and not really feeling like dealing with her contacts, she opted to wear her glasses, some chunky black stylish frames that really completed the dressed down look. Finally good to go, she padded out of the room on bare feet, she sauntered slowly down the hall towards the stairs, resting one hand on the banister as she began descending the stairs.
Her mind couldn't hold back the memories of the previous night. What happened... it was crazy. She'd had sex with her on son. It was INSANE! Her and her son had spent the previous night fucking each other's brains out! After she'd worked so hard to ensure such an outcome would never happen, she'd gone a date that had gone so poorly that she marched right back home and had sex with her own son. Her fucking stud of a son... She couldn't believe she did it, even now. It seemed too crazy to be real, but the very clear soreness of her lower half thanks to his bludgeoning cock let her know that what happened had been VERY real. It was wrong, it was madness, it was INCEST! A mom and a son fucking, having vigorous unprotected sex, her well-built son doing it so well that he made her gush over and over again, the sex culminating in him pumping a gallon of cum deep inside of her pussy after he'd made her gush. And then, what felt like immediately afterwards, he fucked her ass so thoroughly that she came again, just from the ass-fucking, and he came once again, coating her face and tits with his thick cum. It was pretty much the most sinful thing a mom and son could do with each other.
But she was shocked by how little guilt she felt.
That's not to say she was pumped about what had happened the previous night, or that she didn't regret that her messy life had allowed things to reach such a point where incest was the only option on the table.
But the fact of the matter was, there'd been a knot inside of her that left her tense, angry, and on-edge every minute of every day. And now... that knot was gone. She felt relaxed in a way she hadn't in years, and she had her son to thank for that. Despite some of the things said during the events of the night before, she chose to look at what had happened it in the manner he'd originally offered it, her stud of a son providing a clinical, emotionless service.
Sure, in a lot of ways, their fucking was everything but those things. Intense, hot, passionate fucking. Vigorous, exhausting sex that broke them both down to their rawest forms. In the heat of passion, she'd kissed him, swapped spit with her own son. In the heat of the moment, she'd begged him to pump her full of cum. After the fact, she'd gotten on her knees on her own volition, coaxing his cock back to life for the sole purpose of fucking her up the ass. In truth, it was anything but clinical. Anything but emotionless.
But things said in the throes of passion don't really count in the grand scheme of things. Yeah, she'd said and done some things she didn't really mean, pumping up his ego just to make their fucking even better. None of it meant anything going forward. Even though she said some things, that didn't make them true. It was just a single crazy night. Nothing more.
That's all it could be.
That being said, she wasn't looking forward to the awkward moment when she was confronted with her son. So much had happened the previous night... how could things go back to normal after that? After they had sex! She just had to hold true to her current feelings. It could only be that one insane night. That's all. He'd probably push for more, make some heavy-handed comments to try to convince her to do it all again. She'd just have to hold strong and put her foot down. She readied herself as she descended the stairs, hitting the ground floor.
Almost immediately, her nose caught the smell of food, a strong spicy smell hitting her nostrils. This made her realize how hungry she was, her body craving nourishment after the marathon fucking she'd taken part in the night prior. She followed the smell like a cartoon character, practically floating towards the kitchen.
Her blood began pumping as soon as she was in her son's presence again. Her body reacted, a jolt hitting her pussy, her nipples stiffening ever so slightly. Memories of the previous night flooded her mind, her loud screaming moans echoing in her ears, as did his masculine groans of pleasure. Her body remembered the feeling of that big, beautiful cock of his stuffed down her throat... in her cunt... in her ass. She even recalled the feeling of that massive shaft of his driving between her big breasts. She remembered the feeling of that enormous dick of his pumping a massive wad of cum deep inside her eager pussy. She remembered the cum shower that ended the night. All those moments were etched into stone, never to be forgotten. Her groggy mind had done its best to push those memories into the recesses of her mind, but as soon as she was in his presence, all the memories from the sex they had the night prior were right back in her mind's eye.
She had to pause in her approach, silently stopping as she got herself together. Taking a few deep breaths, and literally trying to shake her mind clear of those invasive memories, she resumed walking into the kitchen, making enough noise to announce her presence.
Jason was facing away from her, working over the stove, cooking up something. He was dressed simply, a snug white shirt and a pair of green shorts. Casually dressed, but as always, he looked good without even trying. Sensing a presence behind him, he looked over his shoulder and saw his mom.
