This is the second and final part of this story; one that started with the slow demise of my father, the needs and love of my mother and my descent into debauchery in her arms.
It's a sordid story of lust, love and incest that takes time to brew and develop and ideally you'll need to read Chapter 1 to get the feel of things.
In a nutshell, Mum and I had battled our way through life without Dad and only slowly had we prospered but then I won a luxury holiday – a week of being pampered at a coastal villa...and without a girlfriend, who else could I invite along but my mother.
As a result of our celebrating Mum and I became lovers and soon became a couple – a couple of ardent lovers.
So this is the story of that holiday – a week of unbridled lust and fun.
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Now that Mum and I had become lovers, nothing held us back. Sure Mum still worked part-time and I had to work too but as soon as I was home Mum was there to feed me, love me and above all to relax me. We slept together and almost every night cries of happiness and lust would ring out as we fucked energetically while Mum became a real connoisseur of my cock.
I was now 21 and in the prime of my health and was so damn horny that it was all I could do not to jerk one off each lunchtime despite Mum's lusty pussy each night. Spunk seemed to be produced by the gallon and I wish I'd been able to keep count of the number of hours that my cock was erect!
But Mum quite understood my eagerness and not only helped me keep fit but ensured that we both ate well. We agreed that any money saved thanks to the 'free' week away would go toward our own small gym and if anything was left thereafter, it would be used to pay for health club memberships. Times were changing and our lives were changing too.
Mum seemed to have acquired a knack of knowing just what I needed in the way of sex, perhaps because we always spoke briefly on the phone as I left the office, so she was able to understand my mood. Heck, I was seldom moody but Mum could sense when I was feeling frivolous or irritated; happy or tired, grumpy or buoyant and in the few minutes we were on the phone she'd be able to plan her reception.
One evening therefore she might be dressed mysteriously, then leading me through unexpected mental or even physical exercises as she teased me into arousal. Perhaps she'd be demure and motherly or another time she'd go the opposite way and be there waiting for me in the lounge stark naked while playing with herself with a large vibrator. We bought that instrument at Mum's request, as she said she needed something for when I wasn't there and the one we chose was remarkably similar in size and shape to my own instrument.
"I don't want it to heal over while you're at work!" she said with a giggle when we ordered the vibrator, "Anyway, just in case you decide not to come back I'll have something to remember you by."
And on the rare days when work had been arduous, she'd be there to massage me into a relaxed state of mind; then I'd usually return the compliment and a sweet evening of softness and love would ensue.
To be honest, there was little chance that I'd stray; Mum was more than enough for me, what with work as well and the few girls who worked in the office seemed to leave a lot to be desired, especially when compared to my sexy mother.
You see, Mum had all that I desired in a woman. A sensible maturity – no silly vapours or fits of pique. An innate intelligence that worked perfectly in conjunction with mine. A broad interest in just about everything and a desire to expand both her knowledge and mine. Knowledge, I might add, not just of the world about us but of sexual expression and experience. An incredible body with curves in all the right places and speaking of those curves, within weeks of our first get-together she lost a fair bit of spare fat and now seemed to fit that swimming costume absolutely perfectly. Somehow her bust remained loaded while her waist, arse and thighs had all trimmed down and tightened up, so now she was even more exciting for me, a true tit-lover!
She was my ideal woman and it seemed that I was her ideal man.
The day after our very first sexual union started off somewhat tensely because neither of us knew what to say or how to act. We, mother and son, had committed the ultimate sin of incest but we'd absolutely loved it and had every intention of continuing our tryst. But nevertheless we both felt shy the next day.
I'd woken early, quickly observed my sleeping mother there beside me and although I had my inevitable 'morning wood' I felt no desire to make use of it, in fact I slid noiselessly from our bed, crept to the toilet, gathered my clothes then washed and dressed downstairs.
I sat quietly having my breakfast while I considered the situation but I could come up with no alternative ideas. I'd already agreed to take Mum with me for our luxury week away; I'd already agreed to sleep in her bed and we'd already made love. There was precious little I could come up with to make any form of amends to society.
It was Sunday though, so at least I didn't have to go to work today but that also meant that I could probably look forward to some delicious sex and I hardly knew what to do next. I didn't want to interrupt Mum's beauty sleep but as I sat there I found my mind slipping back to review our activities and the second that I did, I felt my cock begin to gather strength and knew that any resolve to stop our incestuous activity was lost.
My mind's eye saw Mum as she undressed; as her fabulous tits appeared before me; as she displayed her deliciously scented pussy and as she wrapped her warm and loving arms around me and pulled me to her for a wild and wanton kiss.
"Ohhh fuck!" I muttered as I pushed my growing penis into a more comfy position, "Fuckin' gorgeous!"
I massaged my cock gently as more memories slid past my eyes and felt my pelvis thrusting my cock forward as if to penetrate deep into my mother's firm and hot body.
"Yeahhh!" I breathed as my cock jerked in my fist, "I did enjoy that!"
"Mmmm, so did I!" came a voice from right behind me and there was Mum smiling over my shoulder.
"Damn!" I said with a chuckle, "I was wondering if I should come and wake you up – I was just getting ready."
"So I see, and that looks nice," she said as she slid around my shoulder, her firm breasts pressing deliciously against my arm, "Hope it's all for me!"
"Who else?" I countered, "Of course it is Mum – and good morning since you're down now!"
"And to you lover," said Mum as she stretched down and softly stroked her fingers over my erection.
"Ohhh, breakfast first Mum," I said as I flexed my hips then lifted my face to kiss her gently, "There's some coffee there; shall I make you a cuppa?"
"Mmmm, yes please darling," she answered as she sat in the chair beside mine, "Did you sleep well?"
"Think so," I answered, my mind occupied with filling her cup, "And you?"
"Like a log!" she replied, "But errr, how come you got up and left me there on my own?"
I delayed my reply while I finished her coffee and placed it on the table and then I sat back down.
"I suppose I wanted time to think," I said carefully, "Time to sort of chew over things."
"Like what?" asked Mum.
"Oh I don't know," I said vaguely, "Just things."
Our faltering conversation died as we both attacked our coffees and we sat silently together for several minutes before Mum banged down her empty mug and stood up.
"Come on Chris," she said firmly, "We can't have this – we're either lovers or we're not. So what is it?"
"Oh I don't know," I said, "I suppose I'm just not used to the idea. I mean, fucking my mother of all things!"
"But you've always wanted me, haven't you?" she replied as she leaned forward towards me, "And I think I've always wanted you too."
I lifted my eyes and was immediately met by a large expanse of exposed breast as Mum's gown fell open and in an instant my mind was reconnected.
How could I possibly reject my dream – how could I not want to make love to this woman! I knew exactly what I wanted!
"Yessss!" I hissed as my mind cleared and my cock rose again, "Yes, I do want you!"
"Ohhh darling, that's what I wanted to hear!" said Mum as she moved quickly and perched herself on the table beside me, "Now, soon or later?"
With that she swept her gown open to reveal that she was entirely naked underneath.
"Now I think, right now!" I said, suddenly well and truly aroused.
I drew in a deep breath and then, in a flurry of activity I undressed and moved so that I knelt between Mum's legs while Mum just sat there on the edge of the table smiling and waiting.
"I love you Mum," I said softly, "And I want you and I want to make love to you always!"
"Ohhh yess! Now was that always or all ways?" asked Mum with a wink, "Let's see, there's still so many ways we haven't tried yet, aren't there!"
"Are we going to try some of them then?" I asked with a returned wink, "What are you up for then?"
"Anything!" breathed Mum softly, "Whatever you like!"
I could have made some rude suggestions but since I was kneeling facing my mother's pussy there was only one place to start.
I let my gaze settle on her groin and with my face on a level with Mum's tummy and my hands now resting on her thighs I could hardly avoid staring at her lovely pussy.
She must have preened her pubes because they seemed to glisten and shine as they tried to hide her lovely charms and from where I was it needed only a slight movement for me to be able to slide my thumbs over her bush and to part her hairs while my fingers caressed her abdomen.
"Ohhh darling!" Mum breathed, as her body squirmed under my touch, "So gentle – that's lovely."
She was panting already but I'd hardly started.
