Only Teasing Pt 03

Only Teasing

by Pan

Note: All characters depicted in sexual situations are over 18.

Chapter 11

I'm a good mother.

I'm not always sure of much in life, but no matter what else is happening in my life, that's something I can hold onto with complete confidence.

I'm a good mother.

*I'm a good mother.*

"I'm a good mother," I panted, as Cecil's cock thrust inside me, filling me up perfectly. "I'm a - oh! - good mother..."

It had become a sort of mantra, something I mentally - and vocally - repeated whenever my son fucked me. I think it was because a part of me (for reasons I couldn't quite pinpoint) felt like there was something weird about...

Well, about cumming around my son's cock two or three times a day.

Whenever I tried to follow that thought to its conclusion, I just couldn't make sense of it. What could possibly be wrong?

After all, it was only teasing.

"I'm a good mother," I groaned, as another orgasm wracked my body. That was why I was fucking my son. That was why I was letting Cecil pound me, whenever and wherever he wanted.

I'd been doing laundry in the nude (unexpected side-benefit of spending most of my time naked or in racy lingerie: less laundry!) when Cecil had come up behind me. Without saying a word, he'd unbuckled his pants and slid his hard cock between my legs.

*My son has needs.*

*He's a healthy male.*

*If he gets turned on by my body, that's totally natural.*

*It's only teasing.*

"Yesss," I'd moaned instinctively. Nothing felt as good as the feeling of Cecil entering my wetness.

For a second - just the briefest of moments - I'd felt like something was wrong, like we shouldn't be doing this.

Like I shouldn't let my son fuck me whenever and wherever he wanted.

And that's when I'd remembered.

*I'm a good mother.*

I'm a good mother, so clearly what we were doing couldn't be bad. I'm a good mother, and if letting your son fuck you was wrong, I wouldn't have done it.

No, I was just attending to his needs.

*I'm a good mother.*

I could feel the warning signs that Cecil was going to cum, and so I pulled his erection out from between my legs - ignoring the sound of disappointment he made as I did - and dropped to my knees, thrusting my tits forward.

"Cum on Mommy's chest," I groaned. "And in my mouth. Please, Cecil, Mommy needs your cum."

There's nothing wrong with a bit of dirty talk.

Cecil wasn't smiling, but his cock throbbed a happy red as I opened my mouth to catch his seed. I moved one hand to my wet pussy, and began to rub my needy clit as my son shot his load onto my ample bosom, before moving his aim higher and shooting a final spurt onto my face, and into my mouth.

My eyes rolled back into my head with pleasure as I felt another orgasm wracking my body.

After all...I'm a good mother, but I'm also a sexy woman. A hot bitch.

A wet, horny slut.

When I regained my focus, Cecil was gone. I cleaned my face with a shirt I was throwing into the washer anyway, sucked my tits clean of his cum, and turned the machine on, proud of my accomplishment: two different loads in less than ten minutes.

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I woke up the next morning to the feeling of Cecil fucking me. My initial reaction was panic - this was my *son*, and I had been *sleeping* - but as soon as I locked eyes on Cecil's huge glasses, I felt much more relaxed.

I sleep in the nude, of course (I love showing off my body) and my bedroom door is always wide open (I should cum in front of my son more often). He must have passed by, been aroused by the sight of my naked body (I'm a hot bitch) and, well...

My son has needs.

If he gets turned on by my body, that's totally natural.

I moved one hand between my legs, and shuddered with delight as Cecil moved his mouth to my tits, licking and gently nibbling my nipples.

I could feel my own orgasm approaching when a thought suddenly struck me.

*I'm such a tease.*

I'm *such* a tease.

God I'm a tease.

I'm a sexy woman; I'm a wet, horny slut; I'm a hot bitch...

But above all, I'm a tease.

*Such* a tease.

And so just as I was about to cum, I stopped touching myself.

I let Cecil continue to pound his hardness into me - I'm a good mother, after all - but I didn't let my hand touch my clit. Just as I'd been on the edge of orgasm, I deliberately pulled back, letting it fade away.

I don't know if Cecil even noticed - his eyes were closed, and he had a very focused look on his face - but as my son continued to fuck me, I brought myself right to the tipping point twice more, never letting myself go all the way.

*I'm such a tease. I'm such a tease. I'm such a tease. *

God, I'm *such* a tease.

Eventually, as I felt Cecil approach the precipice I refused to let myself reach, I pulled his cock out of my soaking wet pussy, and brought it to my mouth.

Blow-jobs aren't sex.

I looked up at my son as I swallowed his seed down, but I'd be surprised if he even noticed - his brow was furrowed, as if he was focusing very closely on a difficult puzzle.

*I'm such a tease*, I told myself proudly. So much of a tease that I wouldn't even let *myself* cum.

Chapter 12

I'm such a tease.

I'm such a tease.

God, I'm *such* a tease.

Normally my son is the sole victim of my teasing. After all, that was all that was happening when I let him fuck me - it's only teasing.

*I love it when my son fucks me.*

But really, I do it because I'm such a tease. Sliding my pussy-lips down around my son's cock, then riding him until I could feel he was ready to pop. I'm *such* a tease...I'd then pull out, ignoring his groans of protestation.

I'd still let him cum on my face, of course. Or my tits, or in my mouth...I'm not cruel.

*I'm a good mother.*

But I'm such a tease.

I'd tease him so much...walking around the house naked, or wearing lingerie that highlighted my assets. I'd tease him by leaning down and whispering in his ear while he was eating, telling him how much I look forward to feeling his cock inside me again, how much it turned me on to feel my little man fuck his mother so vigorously.

*I love it when my son fucks me.*

I'd tease him by wrapping my hand around his cock and stroking it lovingly, feeling it thicken in my hands, then moving my mouth to it, fellating my son until his dick was coated in my saliva.

I'd tease him by getting him so close - right to the edge! - of cumming inside me. I'd tease him with my pussy, clenching around his hardness.

I'd tease him by being so, so wet for him. Just for him. *I love it when my son fucks me.*

I'd tease him by telling him that the taboo of it is what turned me on. That knowing my own son wanted to fuck his mother got me more juicy than anything else had in my entire life. *I love it when my son fucks me. I love it when my son fucks me.*

*I love it when my son fucks me.*

I'd tell him that I just wanted to ride him until I came, and came, and came again...

*I love it when my son fucks me.*

But for the past week, I hadn't let myself.

No matter how turned on I was, I wouldn't let myself cum. I'd get myself as close as I got Cecil...but unlike with my son, I wouldn't pull out and get off.

I'd instead bring myself to the edge of orgasm, then back off. Again, and again, and again and again.

God, I'm *such* a tease.

I'd always had a high sex drive - *I'm a wet, horny slut* - but let me tell you, self-teasing brought it to the next level.

Not letting myself cum...wow. Normally after sex, I'd be a soggy-but-satisfied mess. I'd still do anything I could to get Cecil off, of course - I love it when my son fucks me, and it's totally normal if he gets turned on by my body - but it's not like I was walking around like a cat in heat.

Sex would leave me satisfied. More sex? Sure, I'm always up for that (I'm a hot bitch, and I love it when my son fucks me)...but I didn't *need* it, you know?

But after a week of not letting myself cum (especially after the 6-times-a-day routine I'd found myself in before)...

Yeah. I was almost bursting.

"Fuck me," I'd pant, as soon as Cecil entered a room. "Please...please, fuck Mommy. Mommy needs it. Mommy needs your cock. I love it when my son fucks me. I love it when my son fucks me. Please..."

Sometimes he'd oblige. He's a good boy, my Cecil. He'd just pull out his cock - if it was hard, I would just bend over whatever nearby surface I could find and guide it between my legs.

If it was soft, I'd use my mouth, my tits...anything I could to get him hard.

And then bend over whatever nearby surface I could find, and guide it between my legs.

God, I love it when my son fucks me. I'm such a tease.

The feeling of Cecil's cock entering me was like that first bite of a candy bar - so sweet, like it was going to completely satisfy your hunger.

But, like with a candy bar, the feeling didn't last. I'd get myself right to the edge of orgasm...then pull back. Again and again and again.

*I'm such a tease. I'm such a tease. I'm such a tease. I'm such a tease.*

I'd completely lose myself in the moment, chasing the dragon I could never catch. In a way, it was worse than not being fucked at all - I'd be stimulated, brought to the edge...but wouldn't let myself cross it.

I'm such a tease.

I'm such a tease.

I'm *such* a tease.

I'd pull Cecil out, he'd cum somewhere on my body, then go off for a lie-down, leaving me...well, still a soggy mess, I suppose.

But definitely not a satisfied one.

So, you might be asking, why not just stop? Why even start the process if I knew it was going to leave me so absolutely unsatisfied?

The answer's obvious, really.

I'm such a tease.

Cecil wouldn't always fuck me, of course. I could have quite happily had his dick inside me twenty-four hours a day (I love it when my son fucks me). That's impossible, of course...but my son is a healthy male, so he got as close as he could.

But sometimes instead of pulling out his cock and giving me almost everything I wanted, he'd just turn, stare at me through those glasses of his...

And smile.

The feeling I got when Cecil smiled at me...it was as close to an orgasm as I allowed myself to get. My mind would clear, and for a moment - just one sweet moment - I'd be able to ignore the needy ache coming from between my legs.

Then he'd go and sit in a dark room for a while, and the feeling would come back, stronger than before.

*I'm such a tease.*

This is making it sound like it was taking over my entire life. I won't pretend I wasn't spending an inordinate amount of time thinking about it. Thinking about how horny I was, how much I wanted to cum, how delicious it was that I wouldn't let myself...

I'm such a tease.

But it wasn't my entire life. I'm a good mother. I was still waking Cecil up with a blowjob, cooking for him, cleaning the house, and spending a lot of time thinking about what I was going to wear that day.

I love showing off my body.

One morning, I was giving my sleepy son some morning head when he grabbed my head - part of me wanted to object to such rough treatment, but my son is a healthy male. He has needs.

If he gets turned on by my body, that's totally natural.

Besides...I was so sex-deprived, I almost came from the feeling of his hand gripping my hair.

As Cecil roughly positioned me, I trembled in anticipation of what was going to come next. He was going to fuck me.

I love it when my son fucks me.

He slid his cock inside me, making my whole body tremble. I didn't even need to go near my clit; it had been so long since I'd cum, just the feeling of Cecil's cock was enough to bring me to the edge.

*I love it when my son fucks me.*

Clenching my vaginal muscles and biting my tongue was enough to prevent the orgasm from overtaking me - I'm *such* a tease - but when Cecil flipped me over and started fucking me from behind, I felt another one coming.

I'm such a tease. I'm such a tease. I'm such a tease.

It subsided, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I felt like a corn kernel in a fire, ready to pop at any moment.

But I couldn't. I wouldn't let myself.

It's only teasing.

Cecil normally takes longer to cum in the morning, so I got myself into a comfortable position - something that still showed off my curves.

I love showing off my body.

I love it when my son fucks me.

So I wasn't expecting to recognize the subtle signals of my son's impending orgasm, just a few minutes later. Most of my energy had been focused on not letting myself cum, but I'd been getting my son off several times a day for months. I could probably spot the signs while sleeping.

I'm such a cock-tease. I'm a wet, horny slut. I'm a sexy woman.

I love it when my son fucks me.

"Good boy," I groaned. "Cum for mommy. Mommy wants to feel you cum..."

I couldn't let him cum inside me, of course, but there's nothing wrong with a bit of dirty talk. It's only teasing.

Cecil was looking at me - he'd put his glasses on as soon as he woke up - and my eyebrows shot up as he smiled. In an instant, it was like my entire body was aglow.

Just as suddenly as my son's smile began, it disappeared. He closed his eyes, and an intense expression came across his face.

*I should cum in front of my son more often,* I realized. *I love cumming in front of my son.*

*I love it when my son fucks me. I love cumming in front of my son.*

*I love cumming in front of my son.*

*I love cumming in front of my son.*

My entire body began to shake as a week's worth of pent-up orgasms hit at once. My eyes rolled back in my head, and my every muscle tensed. As I was hit by the mother of all orgasms, the room went white - for a moment, I thought I was going to pass out.

I couldn't tell if it was one long climax, or a string of smaller ones...maybe there was no difference. All I knew was that the glow Cecil's smile had filled me with was spreading, filling my fingers and my toes, my tits and my clit. Every part of my body felt like it was orgasming, and my brain was overloading with sensation.

All the while, Cecil had never stopped fucking me.

*I love it when my son fucks me.*

*I love cumming in front of my son.*

My peak had passed, but the after-effects were still sending ripples of pleasure through my brain. I'm always a soggy mess after really good sex. This was really, really, *really* good sex. I love it when my son fucks me.

And so every part of me was soggy, and no part of me was fully-functioning when I realized...

Cecil was cumming.

My son was cumming inside me.

*I love it when my son fucks me.*

I did, but that was only teasing. This was...

*I love it when my son fucks me.*

I loved having Cecil's cock inside me, but he couldn't cum inside me. He couldn't. He...

*I love it when my son fucks me.*

No!

*I love it when my son fucks me.*

*No!*

I tried to pull back, to pull him out, but all my energy had been exerted by the most powerful orgasm I'd ever felt. My limbs felt like spaghetti, and by the time I managed to wrap my hand around Cecil's cock and pull him out, it was too late.

My son had cum inside me.

Cecil had filled me with his seed.

This wasn't teasing. This wasn't just a blowjob. This was...this was sex.

Cecil had just fucked me. I love it when my son fucks me, but...not like this.

This had gone too far. It wasn't only teasing.

It was incest. It was *wrong*.

Chapter 13

I was filled with a feeling of sick dread.

My son had just...he'd just cum inside of me.

Cecil had filled me with his seed.

It hadn't just been teasing. It hadn't just been a blowjob. I hadn't just fucked him.

I'd cum around my son's cock, and been so distracted by the intensity of my orgasm, I hadn't...I hadn't noticed when he...

I'd let Cecil cum inside me.

My son had just orgasmed inside his own mother. His semen was inside me.

My own's son cum was inside me.

That had been *sex*. Real sex, not just teasing.

Incest.

I closed my eyes and tried not to hyperventilate. Normally when I feel this worried, this panicked, I'm able to calm myself down pretty quickly. It's like my brain knows exactly what's stressing me, and provides mantras to get me through it - reassuring statements that I'm not doing anything wrong.

But as I felt myself beginning to spin out, I was met with nothing but the silence of my own mind.

I'm a terrible mother.

The thought didn't spring, unbidden, from some corner of my subconscious. It was a conclusion, reached of my own volition.

I'd just committed incest. I'd let my son cum inside me.

I'm a terrible mother.

"Cecil," I said, not even trying to hide the panic in my voice. "Cecil?"

My son's eyes were closed - his face wasn't scrunched up, like he was thinking particularly hard about whatever puzzles he occupied his mind with. No, he was sleeping, clearly exhausted after what we'd just done.

Oh, fuck.

What had we just done?

I slipped out of the bed, put on some clothes, and made my way into the back yard.

What had we just *done*?

No, more than that. What had we been doing? For weeks now, it was like I'd lost myself in a sexual fog. Spending all my time naked, touching...touching my son.

Letting him touch me.

More than touch. I'd let him fuck me. I'd let my own son fuck me, whenever he wanted.

I shuddered at the thought.

I'd done everything I could to get my son hard. I'd blown him, jerked him off, swallowed his seed more times than I could count.

And then I'd *fucked* him.

What the hell was wrong with me?

Part of me wanted to blame Cecil, but I knew that wasn't fair. I was a hot...I was a hot bi-...

I was a very attractive woman.

I was a very attractive woman, and my son was a heal...a healthy....

It wasn't his fault. I couldn't blame him for what had happened.

I'd spent the past month and a half doing everything I could to tease him.

I wanted to throw up. I'd deliberately, constantly teased my own son. I'd instilled some kind of...incestuous attraction in him.

And then I'd taken advantage of him for my own pleasure.

No wonder he'd cum inside me. Considering how much time I'd spent wrapped around his dick, it was basically a miracle that it hadn't happened before.

I don't know how long I spent, staring into the back yard, trying to process what we'd done, simultaneously hating myself, reliving every moment of the past few months, and trying to work out a path forward.

Where the hell did I go from here?

The sun was high in the sky when I decided that I couldn't just sit and fret all day. My stomach was churning - I didn't know if I'd ever be able to eat again - but Cecil might have woken up, and he needed to eat.

My son has...my son has nee...-

We needed to forge a path forward. I needed to do anything I could to return things to normal, if that was even possible.

We needed to work out what normal was, and do everything we could to get there.

And that meant that it had to stop. All of it.

I went and checked in on Cecil; he was still sleeping, a peaceful look on his face.

He slept for the rest of the day, which I was more than grateful for. I needed the space, the time to process what had happened.

How had it all gone so wrong?

By the time he awoke, I was sure of two things:

Firstly, that I wanted things to return to normal. Somehow I'd let everything spin out of control, and I had to make things right. I'm...I'm a good mo-...

I had to make things right.

And secondly, we could never cross that line again. We could never even come close.

I would do everything I could to avoid even crossing the line.

I'd come up with a plan.

"Hey honey," I said quietly. His rest seemed to have done him a world of good. He didn't look tired - he even smiled when I entered the room to see if he was okay.