Authorâs note:
You may have missed Part 1.âThings That Go âBumpâ in the Night.â Reading that story first will explain exactly how we got into this strange but exciting âincestuousâ situation!
Within a minute or two we had pieced the puzzle into a picture worthy of a Picasso. We were snuggled together, naked in a darkened motel room having just committed the act of incest. We were both adults and knew that it was perfectly normal to have fantasies regarding incest. We both knew that we need not feel guilty for the accident that had just happened. Yep, we knew all of that. However, there were just a couple more tiny little questions remaining that begged answering!
What a situation to be in; that is having just committed the act of incest (even if it was accidental â it damn sure was incest)! My mom and I had always been so close (but until now we had not fucked each other). She had been my âTouch-stoneâ and to whom I could always rely upon for honesty. Although we had innocently partaken of the âforbidden fruitâ of incest, there was no doubt that I was enjoying the sensuality of having my hard cock between my motherâs tits. If this wasnât weird enough, the memory of feeling her tight wet pussy tunnel milking my cock, was still fresh in my mind. No doubt about it, I was still damn horny even though she was my mother. I knew I couldnât continue without her permission (hell, how could I even be thinking of such a thing!). Half of me felt like a perverted ass-hole and the other knew damn well that I had enjoyed this womanâs (not my motherâs -- tight, hot pussy). Tell me, how in the goddamn hell could I tell my mom that âIâm sorry but, I really enjoyed fucking you and by the way is it ok that I do it again?â Her son must be some kind of âsickoâ for having such erotic feelings and such a strong desire to get back inside her warm comforting pussy! How could I say such things to my mother? Instead I whimped out; Big Time!
âMom, how do you feel?â âWell, until I found it was you inside of me, it felt wonderful. Now Iâm not sure. Itâs so wrong. I âm more worried about how terrible you must feel.â âRight now, holding you like this; and the way you made me feelâŠ.the way you smell, I donât know.â We both were silent for a long time. Then mom said, âHoney do you realize your penis is still very hard and you havenât let go of my boobs?â
I knew then that I wanted to kiss her beautiful face. Not a sonâs kiss, but a loverâs kiss. I said, âMom, I need to kiss you. If you say no then itâs all right with me. But, I would like to try just one kiss as if we just a man and a woman. I believe, on my part, Iâll know then what to do about all this. What do you think?â
Was it the alcohol, the late hour or the chemistry between two sexually stimulated adults having just fucked? I donât know. I do know that once the sexual juices are flowing, it is damn hard to stop. I needed to find an answer!
âIâm so confused. You were making me feel so wonderful. Honey please donât ever think that you had not aroused me. ButâŠâŠ.. I knew what she was thinking. I didnât want to stop just yet either because then Iâd never completely understand this feeling inside. I didnât want to go through the rest of my life with this terrible question haunting me. Shit! Damned if I do and damned if I donât. Again it got real quietâŠ.until mom came up with a wise compromise!
âJon, if you want to kiss mommy as if I were Linda; Iâll kiss you as if you were my lover. Then letâs see if we feel any better about all this. If you agree do this though, you have to promise meâŠno we must promise each other; that neither one of us will feel guilty or blame each other for whatâs happened here tonight; ok?â
I nodded and we just stared at each other in the neon glow of the motel sign casting its eerie spell over our naked bodies. Slowly we both began to relax and our bodies blended once again an erotic embrace. I slipped from between her tits and she positioned herself so my cock was now cradled between her thighs nesting just under her cum drenched pussy-lips. She lifted her face up to mine and our lips touched very gently. We both just held that soft kiss for what seemed to be at least 30 seconds. My arms were around her shoulders and hers around my waist, yet neither one of us dared move. Then as if on cue, I shuddered (as though a small chill had passed) and she breathed a sigh into my mouth. Our tongues touched and it was as though a door had opened. A forbidden door that contained a mysterious secret of epic proportions. From the moment we began kissing, she was no longer just my mother; she was more. Much more!
Our kiss deepened and as my hands began to search the woman before me, I felt as though we passing beyond that door and onto a new path. All feeling of wrong was removed. Instead I was kissing a woman with whom I had loved my entire life. This first kiss was so strange. Never before had I shared a first kiss with the perfect knowledge I could trust and depend upon that personâs love forever. It were as though she had been my perfect friend for over twenty years of affection; then a kiss so sexually deep it created a new beginning. This was not my motherâs kiss she was returning: it was that of a lover. Yes, that was the feeling. I was feeling such love for thisâŠ.woman whom was also my best friend and mother.
âJon honey, this canât be real. I want you so much. Whatever you choose, Iâll agree to it. Take me any way you want. Then if you want me to go back being your mother, I will. If you want me as your girlfriend or lover, then thatâs all right with me. Just promise that from this moment on, youâll never lose respect for me and that youâll never put me out of your life.â
âMom, letâs just continue taking it a step-at-a-time and then weâll talk about it later. This is way too weird for me. I donât know what to thinkâŠabout anything. I just know what Iâm feeling for you. I donât want to think about dad and I damn sure donât want to hurt him. I only know how Iâm feeling this very minute. I want this beautiful woman in my arms. I promise no matter what, I will always be your son. Iâd never leave you in a million years.â
No further words were spoken that night, except the soft quiet words of passion shared by two lovers. I was about to experience the ultimate eroticism of fucking one of my old fantasiesâŠmy mother. We began by telling one another exactly what we wanted. âPut your hand on my pussy and feel how wet I am.â I removed the covers from my new lover and turned my body into a 69 position so I could really explore this womanâs pussy. I began lightly stroking and fingering her mound. The hair of her bush was soft and wet with the fragrant smell of her juices mixed with the light salty taste of my cum. I had never tasted so much of my sperm other than small traces left from a past girl friendâs lips after fellatio. Now I began lathering my tongue upon motherâs labia and clit and in so doing, licked a large gob of my still warm sperm as it seeped from her pussy.