Gordon didn't know if he would die with embarrassment or from the look on his mothers face. The latter seemed more likely. She gave her shoes a cursory inspection, her lip curling with disdain at the slimy trails of his cum marring the highly polished leather before closing the door behind her.
"Well now." She drawled, her stony gaze crushing the remnants of his ego. "Before you explain yourself I think you'd better clean this mess up."
Her foot beckoned him forward and he crawled across the floor, his penis, withered by scorn and dripping with shame, swung limply between his legs. He pulled the towel with him and began using a corner of it to mop up the mess.
"You should know better than that by now." His mother hissed, taking a handful of hair in painful grip.
He knew alright, ever since she'd caught him masturbating into her panties he knew better. Gordon stuck out his tongue as though concentrating on a knotty problem and dipped the tip into a blob of cum, catching it deftly before it slid off her toecap, swallowing it up as he licked another spot clean, then another until her shoe shone clean once more.
"Good boy!" She crooned patronisingly, patting his cheek. "Now get the rest off my stockings."
He could hardly contain his moans of pleasure as he kissed along her satin-smooth calf, gathering each stain on his lips, sucking it onto his tongue and surreptitiously tasting her at the same time, risking a sneaky peek up her skirt to discover the style and colour of her undergarment. French knickers; blue. Perfection! That would've surprised all who knew Mrs Hawkes, but Gordon was well aware of her kinky quirks - and loved her all the more for them.
His lips roamed over her leg and ventured across an exciting expanse of thigh, brushing the soft flesh at the top, an intoxicating mixture of perfume and her natural scent enticed him onwards in a vain attempt to reach the summit but, with a knowing sigh and a firm grip his mother pulled him away.
"You made quite an impression Gordon, but I'm sure you couldn't reach any higher than that, can you?" She mocked. "But you can, and will, clean my carpet. Now, tell me the reason for this disgusting display." She hung up her coat and put her shoes under the ornate stand, an old family heirloom, while listening carefully for any hint of prevarication in his voice as he explained himself.
"...And I still don't know who it was mother, honest!" Gordon explained, avoiding his mothers piercing gaze by staring at a particularly large stain on the carpet, a corner of his mind worrying how he was going to remove it while the larger problem loomed over him like a thundercloud.
"Very well dear, i believe you." She said softly. "Now. Go and take your bath while i get changed."
Gordon wasn't lulled into a false sense of security by those dulcet tones. It only meant he was in deeper hot water than any bathtub would provide but he did as she asked anyway. He always did. Ever since she'd caught him masturbating into a pair of her knickers he'd had no other choice. He closed his eyes and thought about that moment as he lay among the soothing suds, idly stroking himself at the memory.
He'd just started work at the store; cleaning floors, running errands, nothing above his limited ability to push a mop or fetch lunch for his boss. Gordon had never aspired to greater things as he knew he wasn't the sharpest tool in the box, he'd been told so often enough to leave little doubt in his own mind. 'Gordon is a moron!' That was the chant most often heard at school where he'd suffered many painful indignities before leaving at sixteen. He must've been eighteen or nineteen when his mother found out his dirty secret though. He remembered it had been a hot day, hot enough to melt the tar on the driveway, as he made his way home on the bus. A friend of his mothers, Mrs Warner - or was it Mrs Walker? - Gordon shook his head in irritation, it didn't matter. She had sat beside him on the way home, probably because the bus was full, he thought sullenly. He hated having to talk to anyone on the bus and replied with a monosyllable her and there in what he hoped were the right places. His eyes were drawn to her full breasts that almost poured from the summer dress, distracting him from his usual scrutiny of the familiar landmarks going by. The sun shone through the window, illuminating her buxom breasts beneath the thin material which gallantly strove to keep them decently covered. He'd had erections before, usually in the dark privacy of his bedroom, but nothing like the one pitching a tent in his trousers. Luckily she'd got off the bus two stops before him and he'd managed to walk home holding his bag strategically placed to avoid further embarrassment. He could've swore she bade him goodbye with a knowing smile and he felt his face flush red at the thought she knew exactly what he'd been thinking!
He arrived to find the house empty and made his way upstairs to the bathroom. His trapped erection must've hit a nerve or something as he needed to pee real bad! Unfortunately there was no way to relieve himself as his hard-on refused to go down and the more he tried the harder it got. In desperation he slapped it which only made his balls tighten and he realised the only way to relive the pressure would be to masturbate. His hand moved cautiously, usually he did this in his pyjamas and the stimulation of his bare hand didn't provide the necessary friction to enable his orgasm. He looked around, spotted the laundry basket under the sink and shuffled over to see what he could find. The basket was full due to washday being tomorrow and he fished out his pyjama bottoms distastefully as he'd used them for this very function already. A pair of his mothers French knickers fell on the floor as he pulled them from the basket. He looked at them, then at the soiled garment in his hand, torn between the need to respect his mothers privacy and the more urgent need to relieve himself. He picked them up, feeling the soft pink fabric rustle softly in his hands, the sensation unlike anything he'd ever imagined.
He glanced furtively at the door, wondering if he should go on. His penis throbbed 'yes-yes-yes' as he caught a mixture of womanly smells wafting from the garment. He put it over his nose and inhaled the rich odours, stroking himself as he breathed deeply, wondering if Mrs Woolmer (that was her name!) smelt as good ...down there. He groaned her name aloud as the image of her breasts loomed large in his mind, imagining them naked, in all their glory.
His cock throbbed and he pulled it harder, jerking it in his hand while burrowing his nose into the gusset where the aroma was strongest, breathing deeper in an effort to induce the orgasm he now craved more than the need to urinate. Gordon wondered if Mrs Woolmer smelt as good as this. What was she like? What did she like? He'd never been as close to a woman as this and had only seen them naked in magazines. Was she hairy? He loved a thick patch of hair on a woman's sex and fantasised he was sticking his tongue into her cunt, licking the gusset in simulation of the lewd act, tasting the bitter-sweet aroma for the first time and dreaming of a time when he might have the real thing. How would it feel?
He took another deep sniff and wrapped his cock in the smooth silk, moaning at the indescribable pleasure, bucking his hips forward to imagine himself sinking balls deep inside her. The mere thought brought his orgasm spurting in a hot stream into the knickers - his mother's knickers!
"Oh God" He groaned, unable to stop the juicy flow. What was he doing? Well he knew what he was doing (he wasn'tthatstupid) but he hadn't intended to make such a mess. She was sure to discover his perfidy, but even the thought of the consequences couldn't stop him shooting a fresh spurt of spunk.
"Oh my god!" He groaned again, falling heavily to his knees as more spunk poured forth into the silken folds. Usually he was constrained to cum quietly due to the proximity of his mother's bedroom, but as he thought himself alone forced he voiced his pleasure aloud.
He was, however, wrong. Like his favourite conspiracy theorist insisted, he was not alone. But in this case it was no alien being who heard his cry and fall in the bathroom, but someone very much closer to home. His mother had just come in from the garden where she'd been attending to her roses when she heard the noise upstairs. Alarmed, she took the stairs two at a time, convinced that something had happened to Gordon.
She was right. He was experiencing an epiphany of emotions as the orgasm rushed through his body. He'd never felt anything so powerful take hold of his senses.
"Oh mother." He groaned, looking at the sodden, crumpled garment in his hand. "I'm so sorry!"
"Gordon?" She stopped by the bathroom door and began to turn the handle. "Are you alright?"
"Don't come in!" He pleaded, almost screamed, in panic. Where the hell had she been? Had she heard everything? And, more importantly, what the fuck was he going to do now?
The last question raced across his fevered brain as the door opened and she saw him crouched on the floor. Her eyes took in the scene, freezing it indelibly into her memory, although she scarcely believed what he saw. A bedlam of emotions fought for her attention and, although shock had a head start on the rest, outrage surged through the throng to dominate proceedings, propelling her blindly forward as she ripped her precious underwear from his numbed, unresisting fingers.
"Look what you did!" She shrieked, finally finding her voice and a semblance of control that, unfortunately, Gordon had lost in the face of such ignominious discovery. His urge to urinate had returned with a vengeance too and presented him with a new dilemma. Would she go before he had too?
"Whatever possessed you to do such a thing?" She asked more reasonably as the shock and outrage morphed into curiosity at this lapse of behaviour. He'd always been such a good son, she thought, and needed to understand why he'd done this.
"Don't know." He mumbled, unable to meet her questioning eyes. Gordon squeezed his legs together and gripped his genitals tightly, as much to protect the remnants of his dignity as to stem the pressure building up in his bladder.
"This is no time to be coy Gordon. Tell me." She insisted.
"Mother, i have to go." He said plaintively, gripping his scrotum as the persistent need to pee nagged at him more urgently than even his mother could manage.
"You're not going anywhere until you tell me."
"No! You don't understand i have togo."
"I'm telling you...Gordon!" She watched in amazement as her son stood up and lurched over the toilet bowl, just in time to unleash a torrent of urine. The hot yellow liquid splashed resoundingly into the pan and Gordon sighed with relief. She screamed and slapped his buttocks sharply with her ruined knickers, flailing his hairy cheeks as he rudely relieved himself before her very eyes. The nerve! She'd never believed he could be so brazen and determined to punish him in ways he'd never forget.
"No mother! No...ow, please mother...stop, stop, please don't!" Gordon begged, trying to control his penis which spattered uncontrollable spurts of urine into and around the bowl.
The wet silk beat on him regardless as he continued to piss over her once pristine porcelain, splashing the wall, yellow streaks through gleaming white tile. Her scream had, literally, scared the piss out of him but her silent beating terrified him.
"Mother I..." He groaned as, finally, the flow dribbled to a stop. He sobbed in relief and sagged at the knees as the energy drained from him.
"Shut up!" She hissed, interrupting his futile apology with a final crack on his sore arse. "Shut up you dirty bastard!" Her hand whipped round, covering his mouth with her knickers, stuffing them inside before he realised what was happening. "I don't want to hear another word from you until that mess is cleaned up. Do you understand me?
He nodded and looked at her with pleading, puppy-dog eyes. Gordon saw no sympathy returned in hers and he tasted the bitter salts of his utter humiliation as she pushed back onto his knees, gripped his head and began to wipe the bowl clean with the knickers protruding from his mouth, scraping his face along the wall until he could discern his face in the tiles.
His muffled protests availed him no respite until she was satisfied her bathroom had regained its high standard of cleanliness.
"Well Gordon?" She said, removing the soaked knickers from his mouth. "What do you have to say for yourself now?"
"I - I - I'm sorry mother."
"I know your sorry. You're the sorriest thing I've seen all day. What else do you want to tell me?"
He looked up and, realising there was no way out, confessed all. His mother listened attentively, nodding for him to go on whenever he faltered until every dirty detail was filed in her memory. After he'd finished she merely said she was going back out into the garden and would see him for dinner. Gordon now realised his error in thinking himself alone when he'd come home and vowed to be more careful in future - but also knew it was too late and the damage had been done - he wondered how this would affect their relationship from now on as he got changed, and, over time, he found it would change profoundly.
Gordon opened his eyes and was amused to see his penis had enjoyed that trip down memory lane.
"You bad boy." He chided, slapping it playfully from side to side, before completing his ablutions. He towelled himself down vigorously, wrapped a dry towel around himself and went into his room to find she had laid out fresh clothing for him; a short black skirt with a little white apron, a white blouse and a pair of sheer, black stockings conveyed the unspoken command he was to obey tonight. A pair of pink French knickers told him it was going to be special.
(*)(*)
Mrs Hawkes, his mother, Julia to her close friends (although they wouldn't have recognised her now) realised tonight was going to be special from the moment Gordon's sperm had flew through the air to greet her. It was the first time she'd actually seen him cum and it had a profound affect on her, which was why she'd left her pink knickers beside his outfit. The same pair he'd masturbated into all those years ago which she kept in her bedside cabinet, for her (secret) pleasure. She scanned her naked body critically in the mirror as she changed, running both hands over her plump thighs, fingers briefly trailing through the dark thicket between them then up, over her gently rounded belly, to take the weight of her pendulous breasts in both hands, teasing the nipples into erect awareness before letting them swing free as her hands continued up to rub the tension from her neck, something Gordon was very good at, and she made a mental note to tell him she needed a massage - after he'd completed his cleaning chore. She smiled at the thought and paused in the act of reaching up to unpin her hair, deciding to keep it curled into a tight bun at the back of her head. It made her feel in control, although her emotions were anything but. She hadn't felt anything like this since the early days of her marriage, (was she ever so naive to believe it'd last forever?), and the nights when her husband would make passionate love to her. She'd been much slimmer then too, she reflected sadly, perhaps that's why he left? He'd given no indication he was bored with her and she never realised anything was going on with his secretary until they'd actually eloped. All the way to Australia if you please! Gordon was only two years old and took all her attention, which was one good reason why he left she supposed, another was her figure; she'd never regained her hourglass curves after the birth, which had been a long and difficult 36 hours. It had been worth every excruciating moment to her though. She'd loved him in her own wayever since, though she never said as much, and would do anything for him.
'Anything?' Her conscience teased. She looked at the basque hanging in the wardrobe and took it out, holding it in front of her as she considered the reflection in the mirror.
'Maybe.' She thought, knowing she appeared stern and forbidding to him sometimes but her job as an office manager was very stressful and he could be infuriatingly slow on the uptake, which made her feel brusque and snappy. But he was a dutiful son and she would be lost without his love, a love she could always rely on since her discovery in the bathroom. Would she ever tell Mrs Woolmer about his fantasy? Probably not. But Gordon wasn't to know that and she found it expedient to remind him about it now and then whenever he felt churlish enough to refuse her demands. She wasn't a demanding mistress, only requiring his devotion to duty and unquestioning obedience whenever she told him to do what she wanted, which usually meant dressing him up. He looked so cute in the little maids outfit and seemed to enjoy the humiliation, as the cum stains in his underwear indicated. She'd keep the used knickers in her room, enjoying them late at night as she masturbated to a satisfactory orgasm.
She finished lacing the basque up the front, pushing her breasts out and pulling her stomach in until she was satisfied all was in place, sliding a pair of black stockings on and attaching them to the basque before slipping into a pair of blood-red french knickers, her flesh breaking out in goose-bumps at the sensual sound of them sliding over her legs. The bed creaked as she sat comfortably to begin the struggle with the thigh length boots and, after much huffing and puffing they slid on. The 4 inch heels brought her height up to match Gordon's 6 feet, making it easier to dominate him, although the leather pinched her feet. She stood up and strutted across the room, posing in front of the mirror, legs apart. Usually she would wear a long dress over the top but tonight she felt brazen and left it hanging in the wardrobe.
"Perfect." She breathed, pushing her breasts up until they almost spilled from the cups.
"Absolutely perfect." Her clit tingled deliciously against the silk as she strode from the room. She paused by the bathroom door and decided against urging him to hurry. She had plenty of time to prepare herself, pouring a rare glass of scotch to steady her nerves and banish the lingering doubts at the back of her mind as she sat in the living room, sipping slowly while waiting for him.
Some people would consider the relationship to be incestuous, she mused, but they had never seen each other fully nude, let alone coupled, satisfied with things as they were. Now, she could see, things had changed. The sight of him cumming, the feel of it landing on her leg had shattered her resolve and, uppermost in her mind, was the thought of losing him if she didn't go through with this.Ever since she'd bought him the computer he'd spent more time online than with her and now this. How long had he been listening to phone-sex? She had no idea, but felt snubbed in ways she found hard to explain and pondered on them.
"I bet you've never seen a real woman in the flesh." She murmured, glancing up as she heard his footfall on the landing.
Wasn't it right that the first woman he should see in such a way should be her? She thought. Hadn't she raised him to be the man-child he was, protecting and nurturing him against a hostile world? She had and more, sacrificing everything for his welfare, asking nothing but his devotion in return. Now it seemed he would revoke that bargain for illusory pleasures when he could have so much more. Her nipples hardened, peeking over the top of her basque, seeking attention. She ignored their demands and the growing clamour from her crotch as her clitoris swelled with desire.'This is ridiculous'. She thought. 'You're his mother and you're behaving like some fat old tart. What makes you think he'd be interested in you?'
It was too late for doubts. His footfalls descended the stairs and she stood up quickly to stand by the door, putting the moment off by calling out to him. "I've left all you need to clean those disgusting stains from my carpet, now get cracking." Pleased that her voice betrayed nothing of her conflicting emotions she decided on having another drink, pouring a tumbler full of scotch and, taking a mouthful of the fiery spirit, stiffened her resolve to (seduce?) punish him for messing around behind her back.
"You'll feel the back of my hand if you don't hurry." She barked, pacing back and forth across the floor, working herself up into the mood. The sound of his laboured breathing amused her as he rushed to comply. 'Men are such weaklings', she thought sourly, taking another drink. Taking another man had been out of the question after the betrayal of her husband and the subsequent behaviour of her son merely served to confirm that opinion. He was just like his father in many ways and she freely admitted, to herself, that she derived immense pleasure in taking her frustrations out on him.
"Come on! Come on!" She shouted, her anger and arousal growing in equal proportion to her determination to torment him. "You haven't got all night."
"Nearly done mother." He sobbed, scrubbing frantically at the soiled areas.
"Five...four...three...two...one!" She said, finishing her drink and letting the glass fall to the floor as she opened the door. "Ready or not sissy-boy, here i come."
Gordon threw himself to the floor, lying prostrate as he watched her boots pace menacingly towards her.
"Are you ready?" She asked, prodding his outstretched arm with a highly polished toecap. He looked so cute in those pink knickers!
"Yes madam." Gordon nodded, watching his anxious face slide along her boot until it vanished as she moved around to stand on his back, squeezing the breath from his lungs until he felt like a deflated balloon.
"This will teach you not to betray me." She said, scraping the heel along his spine.
Gordon wheezed in reply and clenched his jaw, grimly determined not to scream - yet.
"You dirty little bastard." She hissed, digging her heel between his buttocks, relieving the pressure on his back. "What are you?"
"A dirty...bastard...m - madam." He gasped, writhing under her boot. The profanity arousing him despite the sharp pain. His mother never, ever, cursed, but in this mood her language became rich with illicit words he only heard on television.
"That's right, that's just what you are." She went on, rocking her foot up and down, pressing into his quivering flesh. "Now get up and follow me."
Gordon knew what to do, crawling on all fours like a dog about to be chastised for doing its business where he shouldn't which, in a way, he was, keeping his eyes fixed on her boots until they stopped, turning towards him.
'Do you know what i'm going to do now? She asked, looking down at her son who trembled in fear, anticipation, or a mixture of both.
"Yes madam." Came the prompt reply.
"Oh really, what would that be?
"Spank me madam."
"Are you telling me what to do...or asking for what you deserve?" She said aloud, placing a boot on his head, making him bow submissively before her.
"I humbly beg you to give me the punishment i deserve madam."
'I have got you well trained'. She thought proudly, pushing his head down to the floor.
"As you've been such a bad boy i'm going to give you an extra-special lesson tonight." She promised, removing her foot and walking behind him.
"Thank you madam."
"Don't thank me - yet." She said, kicking him non too lightly on his upturned rump. "You don't know what else i have in mind. There's a glass on the floor by the door, fetch it."
She gave him a harder kick as he scrabbled over the floor to pick it up, returning awkwardly on his hands and knees.
"Give it to me." She demanded, holding her hand out.
He held it up, averting his eyes, expecting her to take it. She did so, startling him with her subsequent command.
"Look at me." The words took her by surprise too, coming from a subconscious part of her mind that impelled her towards a moment she'd put off for so long.
His eyes widened as they took in the sight of her stockinged thighs bulging sumptuously from the top of her boots, becoming wider still as he beheld her red hot knickers, similar to the ones bulging around his erection induced by the splendour of her voluptuous breasts straining the seams of her basque.
"Am i not beautiful? Her softly spoken question failed to break his rapt adoration of her body and was all the answer she needed.
Gordon wasn't troubled by any moral dilemma in seeing his mother like this, to him she was now his mistress and had to be obeyed without question. He watched her walk over to pour a drink, feeling his erection throb with lust at the sight of her magnificent buttocks. He'd tried and, up to now, failed to catch a glimpse of her like this for many years and had only dared dream of what he could now see. His eyes followed her as she half turned to walk over to sit on the couch, patting her knee to encourage him to come closer. He doggy-crawled across the floor, moving between her legs as they spread in an open invitation, pressing his face into her silken crotch as she trapped him firmly between her thighs.
Without further ado her hand descended onto his left buttock, then the right, smacking him harder with each blow. The harder she beat, the hotter she became; his hot breath bathed her loins, increasing her arousal and rhythm until her hands stung with the force, each blow pushing him onto her clit, her breasts crushing him as she leaned down to pull his knickers away. She began to pound on his arse with her fists to ease the pain in her hands, although it did anything but ease the pressure in her crotch as Gordon struggled to breathe under her sensual assault, his moist tongue stuck to her slit, driving her into a frenzy.
"No! No! No! You bad boy!" She groaned, gasping harshly for breath as she gathered her immense willpower to control the impetus towards orgasm, leaning back and pushing him away. "You mustn't...do that!" Her heaving breasts had escaped the shallow confines of her corset and Gordon couldn't take his eyes from the smooth mounds of quivering flesh, focussing on the erect nipples which looked as long as his thumb.
"I - I'm s-sorry madam." He said, although the apology belied the fact of his raging erection. "B-but i couldn't help it. You smell so good." That much was true though. He'd never been as close to any woman before, usually she'd put him over her knee, stand behind or sit beside him whenever she administered punishment, and her scent was the most intoxicating aroma he'd ever experienced, much richer than the stale odours he was used to getting second-hand from her underwear.
'Typical male' She thought contemptuously. 'Anything to get into a woman's knickers.' She decided to test his sincerity by lifting her heavy breasts up, cupping them in both hands to offer them for his appraisal.
"What do you think of these then?" She asked, realising she was more than a little drunk as the words slurred past her dry lips. She ran her tongue across them as he stared, abashed by her forthright question.
"I think..." He said, hesitating in trying to find the right words.
"Yes?" She prompted him, squeezing them together.
"...they're huge!" He exclaimed, cursing himself for stating the obvious.
"That's for sure!" She laughed, jiggling them up and down. "I can tell you like them." Her foot slid over his erection. "Or are you thinking of someone else?"
"No madam." He assured her, feasting on the sight of her bouncing breasts.
"Are you sure?" She teased, rubbing him up and down provocatively.
"I'm sure."
"Prove it!"
"How?"
"Oh Gordon." She sighed, exasperated at his lack of understanding. "Show me what you were doing earlier."
His eyes lit up as though a switch had finally been flicked on his brain and he pulled his knickers the rest of the way down without moving his gaze from her breasts.
"My my, haven't you grown?" She slurred, playing with her nipples as his hand stroked up and down. "Do you think of me when you do that at night, in your bed?"
"Oh madam!" He whispered, enraptured by her rubbery teats stretching out as she toyed with them - and him, as her foot slid under his balls, cool leather on his hot flesh.
"Do you?" She insisted, pressing harder on his sacs, lifting her breast up to suck on.
"Yes! Oh yes!" He admitted, pulling on his cock as she kicked him gently between the legs, smacking his balls together and preventing him from bursting at the thought of those hot, lonely nights as he lay there thinking of her big tits which were being fed into her mouth before his very eyes. He groaned aloud in yearning for a taste of them.
She grinned around a juicy mouthful of flesh as she guessed what he thought and let them drop free, leaning forward to let her swinging tits come to rest on her knees as she looked closely at his cock. She'd only seen one other like it before, it appeared to be longer and thicker than her good-for-nothing husbands, the veins criss-crossed the shaft and his nob jutted proudly from a thick foreskin. A fresh, clean smell wafted across her face as she leaned closer, breathing it deeply through her nose.
"You mustn't tell anyone about this." She said, taking hold of his arm and looking up at him through narrowed eyes.
"Of course not." He paused and thought: 'this makes us even!'
She already realised this and also knew it bound them together in ways he wouldn't understand until it was too late to change a thing.
"Stand up." She urged, moving his hand away, replacing it with her own to pull him to his feet. He groaned at the intimate contact and almost spilled a load over her hand as he got up, but her grip tightened in just the right place to keep him in check, her control as firm as ever. It didn't stop a trickle of clear pre-cum oozing over her fingers however and she couldn't resist sucking it up.
"Mmmmmm that tastes good." She crooned, licking them clean. "Give me some more!"
Gordon was already pumping his cock vigorously at her face, grunting with anticipation and hoping she'd wrap her moist lips over his cock.
The thought crossed her mind but she wanted to watch his sperm shoot, contenting herself by flicking the head with the tip of her tongue to urge his cum on.
"Can i do it over your breasts?" He begged, feeling his juices bubbling like magma in his balls.
"Oh yes, do it." She urged, lifting them up to form an altar for his juicy offering. "Cum all over my tits."
He aimed his cock at the marbled expanse of her enormous tits and pumped it faster, gasping with the effort of coaxing enough spunk to coat the wobbling beauties. He now wished he hadn't jerked off earlier, but didn't regret it as the chance to fulfil this fantasy wouldn't have come about if he hadn't.
"Cum for me, cum for me, give me your spunk!" She whispered, pushing her breasts closer together.
"I will, I will!" He promised, looking into the deep valley of her cleavage. "I'm almost there."
"I want to see it shoot." She went on, jiggling her breasts and pulling harshly on her teats as though milking them. 'How long had it been since she'd felt wanton?' She thought. Too long! Her knickers had slid right up the crack of her arse, pressing hard onto her clit. She rocked back and forth, rubbing the trapped nub of hard flesh as her excitement grew, gasping as his cock brushed over her tits. Instinctively she wrapped the pendulous tips around his shaft, using her sweat to slide it smoothly between them.
Their loud groans told of the mutual pleasure bestowed by her breasts. He thrust his hips forward, lewdly fucking her chest as she held him tight. The hot, soft flesh cocooned his cock and swiftly brought his spunk bubbling into her cleavage. She looked down and watched in fascination as it flowed over her skin like a river bursting its banks, ooohing and aaahing with delight. Gordon's eyes glazed over as the ecstasy erupted from his balls, but retained enough of the image to memorise it forever. Her hands reached up to coax the rest of his cum onto her tits, pumping his cock and pulling on his balls to get all she could. His vision cleared as the moment passed into memory and he saw her tits shimmering under a thick layer of steamy spunk. He sighed with relief, happy to have managed such a good load and pleased with her reaction to it. When the last drop fell onto her flesh she groaned, with disappointment as much as satisfaction. She wanted more, rubbing his cock across her tits to smear the creamy stuff over them both before taking the head into her mouth, tasting his love fresh from the source.
"Oh yes! Yes! Suck me mother." Gordon babbled, completely forgetting their role as he went giddy with pleasure at feeling her moist lips suckling on his meat. He reached down to hold her there but she moved back, having sucked him clean, to commence licking the cum off her tits, lifting one up to swipe it clean with her tongue, like the cat that got the cream.
"May I?" He asked politely, as though asking his mother if he could pour out a cup of tea for her.
"Mmmmppphhh, mmmphh!" She mumbled around a juicy mouthful of tit. 'Please do!" She thought, offering her other breast as she savoured his cum before swallowing it.
He knelt between her open legs and took the proffered teat in his mouth, sucking and licking the salty puddles of spunk up, cleansing her flesh, nipping and even biting the thick, rubbery nipple in his lust. She showed no displeasure at such brazen treatment of her body. Indeed, encouraging him to suck harder by holding his head tightly on her breast as she had all those years ago.
'Had she breast-fed him too long?' She wondered, watching his lips stretching around her nipple in taking as much into his mouth as possible. 'Could the natural urge to nurture her child have been obsessive to the point of incest?' She didn't know, but the memory brought an awareness of how aroused she'd felt when he suckled her then, as he was doing now. But this was taboo. Taboo! The very thought of his tongue working down her body made her clit tingle with desire.
"Gordon you must..." She gasped breathlessly. 'Must.' She thought. 'Must what? Stop?' Not even her iron willpower stood a chance against the forces bringing them together.
"Must what mother?" He said, holding her as though afraid she'd push him away. His eyes shone with pleasure, filled with a devotion that melted her remaining doubt.
'This is meant to be.' She thought, returning his look with a love that was by no means maternal. "Oh baby make love to me." She cried, crushing his head onto her breast.
Gordon wasn't sure how, but, as he'd never been disobedient to her face in his life, he determined to try, nuzzling her soft flesh as she pulled him up to her lips, kissing her with passion for the first time. Everyone remembers their first kiss and, for him, time seemed to stand still as he felt her soft lips press firmly onto his. Oh sure, he'd kissed them before. On her birthday, at Christmas and other appropriate occasions, but this was much different. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened. A moist tongue wriggled alongside his and he followed her lead, closing his eyes and pushing his tongue over hers, tasting a cocktail of desires with a hint of scotch and spunk on her hot breath.
She moaned deeply, wrapping her arms around him, scratching his back, his buttocks as her passion rose, sucking on his tongue, his lips, kissing his face, his neck and nibbling his ear.
"Lick me." She whispered hopefully, pushing his head down to her breast. "Lick me all over."
Without a word he ran his tongue over the marmoreal splendour of her tits, twisting the nipples on each one with his teeth. "Lower, go lower." She urged.
He didn't need telling twice. Her scent called out to his natural instincts as he slid over her belly, rubbing his face in the satin smoothness of her knickers, inhaling the aroma until his head spun. For a brief moment she wondered if he'd react like his father had done before him, but as his lips pressed onto her silk swathed sex she knew he wasn't repulsed.
The first time her husband laid eyes on her huge clit protruding from the top of her distended labia he'd recoiled in horror and swore she would never get oral sex from him.
She'd cried herself to sleep on their wedding night, feeling abnormal, like a monstrous freak in the sideshow that became her marriage. But it was okay for him to receive but never to give oral sex. Oh yes! That was just dandy. He, however, refused to even touch her there, uncaring if she was receptive to his forceful, thrusting penis until his sperm soaked between her legs. That summed him up really. A taker, not a giver - unlike her loving son who was unaware of his fathers revulsion and certainly didn't share it.
Gordon could plainly discern the outline of her pussy through her soaked knickers, clinging to the parted lips like a second skin. Her swollen clit bulged like a little cock and she panted like she was running hard as soon as his mouth enfolded it with loving warmth.
In fact she began cumming hard as soon as his tongue touched her. Her hands held his head in a grip that told him in no uncertain terms to keep going, so he did. Not that he intended to stop. Her knickers felt, and smelt, so good. The taste made his mouth water, adding to the hot juices soaking through the gusset which began to tear under the strain of containing her passion. His teeth ripped at the flimsy material until it gave way, baring her hot, wet cunt to his probing tongue. Her panting breaths became shrill with ecstasy as she lifted her legs, parting them to give him full access, guiding his head here, there and everywhere in-between. His arms hooked under her thighs, pulling her onto his face as he sucked, licked and nibbled her juicy cunt, eagerly exploring every fold of her flesh, pushing his tongue deep inside, stirring the flow of juices, lapping them up and delving deeper for more.
Gordon couldn't pronounce cunnilingus if his life depended on it, but he sure knew what it meant. He'd often wonder if it tasted like his own spunk and now he knew it had a similar flavour, but a different texture - and there was a lot more of it! A clear stream of juices flowed over his tongue and he not only found them to his liking, but couldn't get enough of them. His cock stiffened as he drank her cum and he amused himself by rubbing it along the edge of the sofa, keeping her flailing legs apart with his arms while he ate her up like his favourite cake - saving her clit for last like the cherry on top.
Her shrill cries descended into a long, guttural moan as she felt his teeth scrape across the sensitive tip of her clit, rising up the scale to an hysterical wail when it became trapped inside his mouth, making her sound like some sort of sexual diva practising a particularly difficult aria. She clamped his head to her crotch with her thighs, wrapping each leg around his neck, adding bliss upon ecstasy by using her hands on her breasts, roughly squeezing and pulling on them as her body exploded in rapture.
Although he couldn't hear, he could certainly feel, her reaction to his tongues attentive caress. The sensation of being smothered in soft flesh was beyond anything he'd ever imagined. Her clit swelled in his mouth as he sucked it. Her cunt smeared his lips with hot cum and he breathed nothing but sex for as long as she wanted him to do so. But, although he was relishing the experience, he would appreciate it more if he could get some air! He choked on her thick bush as he opened his mouth in a desperate attempt to breath, flailing wildly with his arms in an attempt to get a grip on his panic or, preferably, her legs to find a way out of controlling her. He quickly realised he had more chance of parting the Red Sea than her mighty thighs and tried pushing on her bouncing buttocks in order to force her up. His efforts only served to heighten her pleasure, especially when he slapped her cheeks in desperation. He began to gnaw on her flesh like an animal caught in a trap, but this only served to increase her frenzy, bucking wildly on his face, smearing him with a gush of steaming juices that gave him two choices. Drink or drown? He chose to drink and hoped she'd finish cumming before he drowned. 'What a way to go!' He thought...
The last rational thought to cross her mind was: 'He's a natural,' before the pent-up frustration of over two decades burst from her lips in an ear-splitting shriek as her orgasm peaked. It had felt as though she'd been plugged into the main circuit of her latent desires when he'd chewed on her clit, his slapping hands merely adding to the exquisite sensations flooding through her cunt.
Eventually, as her spasms subsided, he was able to prise her thighs apart and pull away to grab a much needed breath of air. His ears rang, his face felt sticky and his tongue was coated with her juices but those minor discomforts were amply rewarded by his happiness at making her feel so good. He wiped the sweat from his eyes and, as his vision cleared, saw she was using her fingers to keep herself amused. He wiggled a finger in each ear to stop them ringing and heard her repeating two words over and over:
"Fuck me. Fuck me..." She panted, fully aware that it was now or never and, in binding him to her she understood it was a two-way street; she was also bound to him. If they didn't consummate that bond then and there, when would they? She seized the moment and urged him to do the deed in time honoured fashion, spreading her legs brazenly wide. "Fuck me, fuck me..." She moaned, rubbing her clit briskly to keep the juices flowing, running down her crack until they dripped off her arse. Her whole body felt lighter than air, like floating on a still pool, though she felt anything but calm. Her heart pounded with love, beating hard beneath her breast until she thought it would burst. "Fuck me, fuck me... "She cried." Her eyes spilling tears of emotion, not shame, as she watched him inch forward on his knees, a respectful worshipper before an adored icon. Her hands splayed the lips of her cunt open for his questing finger, encouraging him to penetrate deeper. "Fuck me fuck me..."
"Should we?" He asked, sliding another finger into the tight hole that seemed to be trying to suck his hand inside. It wasn't that he didn't want to, far from it, but he'd never done anything like this before and was afraid of, no pun intended, cocking it up.
"We must." She groaned. "You have to...fuck me. Oh please...fuck me!"
The sexually aroused creature before him didn't even sound like his mother, let alone look like her now. He squeezed another finger inside her and became aware of his own power for the first time in his life. Not only did she want him, she needed him! The way she moaned, her flesh rippling as he thrust his fingers in and out confirmed the truth of his discovery.
He stood on his own two feet, leaving his fear of failure behind him as he moved forward into the new world opening before his eyes. She had showed him the way and now it was up to him. He removed his fingers, sucking them clean as her hands guided him home, finding the snug warmth of her body rise up to greet him.
"Oh...fuck me...yes!" She gasped, feeling him penetrate her body for the first time. Another tear trickled down her cheek as love filled her heart.
"Are you alright mother?" He asked, thinking he'd hurt her in some way.
"Oh yes baby, i'm fine." She smiled, reassuring him with a kiss. "It feels so wonderful."
Words couldn't express how it felt to him, but 'wonderful' would suffice. The tight heat enfolded his cock and swiftly sucked the spunk from his balls. He returned her kiss with a long, drawn out groan as he slid all the way inside and came to the conclusion his control over her was an illusion. Her cunt squeezed his cock like a vice, milking his balls as they came to rest on her juicy crack.
"I -I'm sorry mother." He whispered, resting his head on her shoulder as he used to do when needing comfort.
"Don't be." She whispered. "I loved it."
"But i finished so soon." He protested, burrowing into the crook of her neck as though seeking sanctuary from his inadequacy.
"Who said you were?" She said, holding him tight, using her muscles in a complex rhythm to prevent him from slipping out.
He sighed with pleasure at the sensations rippling along his shaft and slid both hands under her buttocks, massaging them while she returned the compliment on his back, gently stroking his spine until they felt ready to move together as one.
"That's right baby, just like that." She crooned happily, feeling him slide back and forth inside her slippery cunt.
"Is it big enough for you?" He asked, pushing a little harder.
"You've got a beautiful cock." She assured him, running her hands over his clenched cheeks to hold him deep inside her, grinding her clit into his pubis.
"Really?" He raised himself up, moving both hands to support his body as he looked into her eyes, seeking any trace of mockery but finding only love shining through the tears like rays of sunlight. He basked in their warmth, feeling himself swell with another new sensation: pride.
"Really." She said firmly, blinking the tears away to let her love shine forth, caressing his face with both hands before pulling him towards her.
Their lips met again and again, sharing each others growing passion as they moved with increasing urgency, swapping juicy secrets with their tongues, relishing the taboo taste and craving more.
"Let me feed you." She whispered, offering her resplendent breasts up to his lips.
He took the nearest one into his mouth without breaking the momentum for a moment, sucking her nipple like he'd sucked her clit, rolling it between his teeth, nipping the tip before taking a big mouthful of her soft flesh, suckling hard on the sweetmeat as he held her arse firmly. He took the other between his lips to feast on while screwing her cunt hard and deep, pumping faster with her willing encouragement. She watched him gorge on both breasts until her eyes closed in bliss to concentrate on his hot cock feeding her juicy cunt. His meaty shaft filled her perfectly and slid in at just the right angle to rub against her clit with every stroke. "Yes baby, yes!" She crooned, holding his head to her breast as she had done all those years before. "Keep sucking me...don't stop...fucking me." She urged the man he'd become, unable to deny the seductive power of her deepest fantasy any longer. "Oh baby, you make me cum so good!" She cried, wrapping her legs around his waist to hold him hard inside her body as the ecstasy swept her away once more.
Gordon plunged into the wellspring of her love and felt it wash over them in a hot wave.
If their first coupling had been short and sweet, this promised to be long and rich. A fresh surge of emotion went through his body as he looked at the rapt expression on her face and thought to himself that, despite the fact her hair was a tangled web of knots and sweat gleamed on her brow, he'd never seen her look so beautiful. Her lips were a perfect O as she gasped blissfully through her orgasm and he felt his cock throb in anticipation of sliding between them.
"Let me feed you now." He suggested, trying to slide from her creamy cunt. A sticky mixture of juices flowed over his balls as her legs held him fast, pulling him back into her with a drawn out moan of refusal to relinquish a single inch of his cock.
"Don't stop baby, please don't stop." She murmured, savouring the intimate contact for as long as possible, basking in the afterglow of another orgasm. Another! She'd never cum twice in her life and wasn't about to stop now for anyone. 'If this felt so good how can it be so wrong?' She wondered, feeling him begin to thrust harder, his hands sliding back under her buttocks once more to help him along. Her moans of pleasure became tinged with frustration as he changed position slightly, her clit no longer getting the constant stimulation she needed.
"Hold my legs baby." She said, unwrapping them from his waist as she slid a hand down to her crotch.
"Like this?" He asked, taking a foot in each hand to splay her legs wide open.
"Oh yes!" Her fingers danced over her clit as his cock slid up beautifully, tickling a hitherto unexplored spot inside her. She'd read about the 'G-spot' in her magazines, but had thought it was an urban myth. To her utter delight she realised she was wrong. And how!
Gordon had also realised he was wrong in thinking that jerking off in a pair of knickers was as good as fucking the real thing; her cunt had him in a grip that was softer than silk and slicker than spit could ever be. Better still, he could see everything from here. Her huge clit, as long as her thumb and just as thick, popped in and out of her busy fingers. Her pink inner lips sucked on his cock with each stroke, stretching out beyond the darker outer lips which had curled back like the petals of some exotic flower. Watching her belly roll and her tits sway in tune to his every move was like being in the middle of his own porn movie. Now he knew why they made so much noise when he watched them! The wet slap of flesh-on-flesh made a hot backing track to his harsh breathing and her heart rending cries for more, more...
"...more." She demanded, stroking her clit to keep the juices flowing over his cock, his balls smacking into her arse with each thrust.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" He gasped, gaining in confidence, pushing her legs back to get a better view. That was much better. He gripped her thighs and humped into her madly shaking body, but misjudged the distance and slipped out to their mutual disappointment.
Without missing a beat he slid back into the tight wet heat with a groan of relief. Somehow she felt even tighter, making him push hard to feed his meat inside.
"OW! OH! NO!" She gasped, feeling him begin to penetrate where she least expected it. "OWWW!
NONONONONOOOOO!!" She groaned weakly as the head of his cock slid between her cheeks. "Not there please, not there!"
'What the...?' He thought, looking down to find the source of her panic jutting rudely from her arsehole. 'No wonder it felt so tight!' Her struggles only helped his cock slide deeper inside, amply lubricated with the continual flow of juices from her cunt. He held tight to her wriggling legs as he inadvertently took her anal virginity, grunting with the effort of extricating himself, albeit reluctantly.
"Put it..back in...my pussy." She sobbed, desperate to feel him back where he belonged -
inside her.
"Anything for you." He said, sliding right up her.
"You're so...good to me baby!" She cried, fresh tears coursing down her cheeks.
"Because i love you." He replied, stating the simple truth of the matter.
His words touched her like a lovers caress and made her aware of how much she loved him too.
'I never told him that though.' She thought. 'All these years I've been such a bitch and not once have i said how much i love him.' The words stuck in her throat, unaccustomed to being spoken aloud after so much denial.
Gordon saw the love in her eyes and knew how she felt anyway. It spurred him into fucking her hot, wet cunt even harder; pinning her legs under his arms as he put his all into the task at hand. His balls slap-slap-slapped on her arse, shaking her body like autumn leaves in a stiff breeze under the onslaught, bringing a drizzle of fresh cum sloshing over his rutting cock as he buffed her clit with every lunge.
"I..." She began to say, fighting for breath.
He groaned incoherently and hung onto her rippling body, intent on screwing himself into the depths of her gushing cunt. His arms and back ached with the strain of keeping her legs open but he grit his teeth and held on, determined to do this right.
"...you!" She cried, throwing her arms up in abject surrender to him. The series of orgasms before this were like firecrackers compared to the thunderbolt sizzling along her spine, forcing his cock from her cunt under tremendous pressure. A fountain of cum spurted over his chest, drenching his torso.
Gordon's jaw dropped in astonishment for he'd never seen anything like it in the porno's. Her gaping cunt spat another stream of hot, sticky fluid over his cock like an angry clam.
He smeared it into his meat before diving back inside her luscious flesh, hanging onto her tits with both hands, smothering them with kisses as they fucked at a frenzied pace.
She pressed both hands to her head, as though trying to keep it on her shaking shoulders, and screamed; tearing at her hair while the orgasm raged on like wildfire.
"Oh my...!" She gasped and screamed again as his teeth sank into her left breast, then the right. The thought of him cumming inside her induced another hot spurt of loving juices to flow and she lifted her legs up high to take him deeper. "Gordon..." She gasped, lifting his head in her hands to look into his eyes. "...I - LOVE - YOU." She declared with all the passion she felt for him at that moment.
It was the moment that transformed his life. He saw the truth in her eyes, felt it in her heartbeat and the best answer he could give was instinctive. He kissed those lips which had never spoken so softly to him. She replied wholeheartedly, sliding her tongue between his lips as smoothly as his cock slid to an explosive burst inside her cunt.
"MMMMMMMMMMMOOOOTTHHHHEEERRRRRRR!" He groaned, shivering in the waves of bliss washing over him as he spurted a rich load of spunk inside her.
"Yes baby." She whispered, kissing his face. "Let it all go."
His body stiffened while he pumped another heavy load into her cunt which milked every drop until it spilled over and ran down her crack. She whispered sweet nothings while soothing him with her hands until his body relaxed upon hers, replete with joy at the experience.
"Mother, I..." He whispered.
"Sssshhhh baby, I know." She assured him, stroking his back langerously in the afterglow, basking in their love.
'Of course she knew.' He thought. 'She always knew how much I loved her.' The feeling of being loved in return was, however, new to him and he lay silently within her, trying to come to terms with this revelation. They lay in post-coital bliss for some time before he softened and slipped from her with a soft squelch. Gordon stood up and helped his mother to her feet like the dutiful son he was, and always would be.
"Time for bed Gordon." His mother said, taking him by the hand.
"But it's only just gone 10." He protested.
"Do as you're told." She said, leading him from the room.
"Yes mother." He replied sheepishly, following his cum trailing down her legs, as she led him upstairs. How he would manage to sleep at this time of night he didn't know and he turned to go into his room, chagrined at the way their evening had ended.
"Don't be silly Gordon!" She said in exasperation, pulling him back sharply. "When I said come to bed." She reiterated more softly, smiling at the look of puzzlement on his face. "I meant come to bed with me."
Understanding dawned in his eyes like the sun rising on a new day and Gordon followed his mother into her bedroom for the first, but not the last, time.