I awoke in a bed that wasn't mine to movement alongside me. It felt weird to be in a doubled bed, being used to my single in my small bedroom. Still 18 and a lot to learn... I'd slept with 4 four women in my life so far, three of which were in the last 48 hours and the most recent had just climbed back into bed next to me.
I smelled the steam and shampoo from the shower she'd just taken and felt the dampness of her skin as she moved over and snuggled up alongside me. Her hands touched my shoulders then ran down my chest and across my belly, tickling me. I did the same, starting at her shoulder and drawing a circle on her chest, stopping to gently tweak each perfect nipple on the way before making a spiral around her belly button.
I raised my head and moved it over her, kissing her neck then moving downwards to her breasts, gently licking between them and then focusing on the closest and sucking on the nipple. Her arms raised above her head and slipped between the bars of the headboard, her head pressing back into the pillow and pushing her chest outwards. I reached over to her other breast and softly rubbed and squeezed the nipple while I sucked softly on the first. I began to suck harder and briefly wondered what I'd feel if her breast yielded milk. This beautiful woman was after all my mother.
Slowly, I shuffled down the bed and my kisses worked their way down her body - her under-cleavage, her soft belly and waist. I moved myself further down the bed and she accommodated me, lifting one of her legs over and across me until I was between them, gently kissing and licking at her gorgeous pubic mound. I felt a tremble in my body; not only had I never done this before, I certainly never thought for one second that when I did it would be with my Mum!
I ran my tongue over her smooth flesh, up and around her brazilian strip, before running it from the top to the bottom and feeling the roughness of the short hair on my taste buds. A fold of flesh then warm wetness met my lips. My tongue probed it, feeling her swollen clit, and softly licked it. Her whole body shuddered under my tongue and I licked the same spot for a while, feeling her writhe and hearing her softly moan. Then I moved further south and met her labia... somewhere I hadn't visited in 18 years! Something made this feel right, not wrong like most people would have thought. I*had* been here before, albeit a long time ago. And like the salmon returning to it's birthplace for sex, I explored with nervousness and wonder.
She tasted of... god, it's so hard to describe! I think the smell and taste of anyone's sex is partly down to their genes, and we all have some genetic memory that lets us know when we taste that of our kin. Maybe it's supposed to work as a deterrent but as with all genetics there are those whose mutations cause the opposite effect. Her taste drove me wild, my cock was already awake but now throbbed almost impossibly against the bedclothes.
My tongue probed her - licked around her lips, entered her as deeply as it was able and each movement had an effect on her... either making her shudder or produce a little moan. A battle began within me - her taste was exquisite but it turned me on more and more... I longed for more of it but with each lick it made me want to fulfil my desire.
Finally the desire won out and I slowly worked back up her body, kissing and licking as I went until finally our faces and our genitals met. Our lips touched and she slowly opened her mouth, her tongue reaching for mine. I pressed my hips towards her and felt my cock against her skin. We both giggled while we kissed and she moved her hips a few inches, immediately putting me against her slit. I pushed just a little and felt her give way, the folds of her lips enveloping me. The giggling stopped and we stared into each other's eyes as I slowly slid inside her - all was serious now.
Her legs bent at the hips, her thighs swinging up and backwards, knees bent and feet dangling which meant I could go even deeper. She jumped a little as I pushed, I must have been touching her cervix when we reached our closest. I pulled back a little and then pushed home, her mouth hung open and she gasped a little. I repeated again, and again, and it became a rhythm. We both knew what this was; what we were doing. It was incest and frankly it felt amazing!
Had Becky cast some white magic witch's spell on us? I never believed in that kind of thing but I knew mum did. And now? I didn't know... the idea seemed ludicrous, but then 24 hours ago the idea of having sex with my own mother would have seemed equally insane! But here we were, locked together; engaged in this animal act. And it truly felt like heaven. These thoughts went to the back of my mind - I didn't care how this had come about, I only cared how it felt.
I'd loved this woman my whole life. Now things had become more intimate but that only brought more to our relationship. As if reading my mind she mouthed, "love you," and we began to kiss again. Her pussy ground against me with each thrust of my hips and within seconds she was cumming, breathing heavily in my face and moaning quietly. I started to fuck her harder, desperate to make her cum again; to see and hear her pleasure over and over. We finally came together, both hot and sticky, collapsing ontop of her as my cock squirted it last inside her.
"That was amazing," she said, still breathless.
I looked her in the eye and said, "Yeah, it was. How the hell did we get here, Mum?"
"Well you started kissing my neck, then my nipples..."
We both laughed. "You know what I mean. We've never so much as looked at each other in that way before and now suddenly we can't keep our hands off each other!"
"Becky," she replied. "I told you she was a Wicca witch, she's done something which has broken down the barriers that are usually between mother and son so we see each other that way now. Think about it - if it weren't for the cultural taboo against it, wouldn't there be so much more of this happening? Two people who have known and loved each other for so many years - why wouldn't they become intimate?"
"You know I don't believe in witchcraft and all that stuff mum. But even if it were true, aren't you worried that she just cast some kind of spell and we're doing this against out will? That otherwise we'd be horrified by what we're doing?"
She smiled and said, "The only horrific thing about all this is the wet patch forming on the bed underneath me!" I smiled too, we kissed again and I rolled off her as she stood to go repeat her shower.
I lay there wondering. Could it be true? Witches? I mean mum was a believer and there was always the element of faith, the placebo effect... but me? I suppose it was possible that the part of me that must have known it was her I'd shagged that afternoon at Becky's when her face was hidden, along with the animal lust of knowing, remembering how good it felt... maybe that just led to the inevitable attraction last night.
My head was still in a spin as she returned from the bathroom, pulled on a tshirt with a smile, and left the room. I stood and walked to my bedroom, putting on some shorts and a tshirt before following her downstairs to the kitchen. She'd started cooking bacon and eggs; it was like any mother/son relationship again. Well, except she was wearing a short tshirt and no knickers around the house! I filled and switched on the coffee pot before sitting at the table. My phone rang - caller ID said 'Becky'.
"Hello?"
At the other end I heard a little background noise (cooking breakfast too) then, "Hi! How're you?"
"We're good thanks," I replied.
"Ah... 'we'. How are you two getting on?" she asked innocently.
