Robert sat locked up in his room looking at a various Literotica story with one hand on the swell of his shorts and the second on the mouse. Since he found out about Literotica (two years ago) from his old girlfriend, Robert had been glued to it's contents for weeks on end. The story in question now was dealing with his favorite taboo: incest, and centered itself on a story of Mother and son. His fingertips gently grazed back and forth over the heady swell of his cock as it pushed itself against its confines with a dire need for release. His thumb was sure to spend extra attention along the crown of his head, causing gentle spasms to finger his balls and reverberate up the length of his veined shaft. Pre-cum was leaking from that engorged head, and was steadily seeping into the mesh of his shorts, thus creating a large wet spot.
His self-induced pleasure was soon ended, however, when the rumble of a car was heard coming up the driveway. Though Robert had his door locked, and hadn't even removed the "beast" from it's cage, he panicked. He jumped from his computer chair and shut it down before grabbing at his shorts and pulling the waistband down enough so it trapped the head of his prick against the bottom of his stomach and thus got rid of signs of a hard on. He jogged out of the room and headed downstairs before coming to a halt in the kitchen just as his Mother swung back the door and stepped inside.
"Hey, Mom! How was the workout?" Piped Robert, putting on his best smile though unable to hide the red flush of his cheeks from his own workout. He had just turned eighteen last week, and was an average sized boy. He stood at a modest six foot, and weighed 180lbs. Dark brown locks were left whatever which way, giving it a wild look. Robert was average with everything but his cock, which was a good nine inches long.
His Mother returned the smile with a dazzling one of her own, before swinging shut the door and entering further into their humble abode. Her husband had died ten years ago, and she hadn't got the nerve to date since. She was a mere thirty-six years of age, and spent five days a week at the gym to keep up her young appearance. She was currently clad in a spandex halter top that hugged itself around the swell of her breasts, and a matching pair of shorts that dug themselves up the wedge of her ass and outlined the tops of her thighs to the fullest extent. "Oh, it was good, Robbie, same old thing though."
Throughout all this, Rob was eyeing his Mother up as furtively as he could. The arousal of his cock didn't die, it only grew stronger and pulsated roughly against the entrapment of his shorts, still held tightly to his stomach by the waistband. "Yeah, I should start going, just don't have the willpower." He chuckled, before crossing into the kitchen and lowering down into one of the various chairs.
"You don't need to, sweetie, you look great, and the girls love you." She teased, before moving over to the refrigerator and popping it open, pulling out some various food and bringing it to the kitchen counter behind her. "I have to get dinner going though, I ran later than planned at the gym."
"I haven't had a girlfriend for over a year, Mom.. you know that." He mumbled, never taking his eyes from his Mother's ass. He was an ass man, truth-be-told, and those spandex shorts of hers did wonders. He nibbled down lightly into his lower lip, trying to resist the urge to lower a hand a tease himself right there.
"That's because you spend so much time on that damned computer. You should get out more, Hun." She said this without looking at him, for she was organizing things on the counter. She reached up to the cabinet above and swung it open, peering up at the various bottles inside. She then rose upwards on her tip-toes, the swell of her ass clenched and tormented the tightness of her shorts as she fought with the bottles. Robert sat there, taking this all in, and his cock lurched within his shorts. "Sweetie, could you come over here and bring down the nutmeg for me? I can't seem to reach it."
Be still his heart! Rob quickly rose from his seated position and adjusted his shorts to ensure nothing was poking forward, before moving to stand behind his Mother. "You can't reach that? Ok, well which bottle is it?" He said as he stepped forward slightly and reached up to one of the various spices. The bundled length of cock made slight contact along the curve of her ass, and he froze. Before he made it apparent that he realized he did this, he retrieved one of the bottles and lowered it down in front of her face. "This it, Mah?"
She stood through all this, subconsciously wondering why he didn't just stand next to her, until she felt something rather hard poke slightly into her ass. She froze as well, and her mind whirled. 'Was that his cock? Oh my god! It's huge!' she said to herself as she unconsciously shifted her ass back slightly. The swift press of her baby's prick had caused a convulsion in her shorts, and the lines of her cunt began to dampen from growing arousal. "Um, no, that's not it. Keep looking."
And he did just that. With her ass shifting back at him, a steady press of cock to ass was taken, though he didn't say anything about it. Shivers ran up and down his spine, and he rose up slightly once more to take down another random bottle, causing his covered prick to slide up, then down her ass. "..T.This one?"
"No, keep looking." Her voice was becoming husky with the steady throb that centered itself at her puss. She subtly shifted her ass once more, causing further friction between the two. She leaned forward slightly, pressing her forearms to the countertop. This was wrong, forbidden, illegal, and downright nasty. She knew all this, but couldn't deny the pleasure of it all. Her eyes squinted down to mere slits and she waited.
