We have created a monster. A two backed, insatiable, unquenchable
beast that stalks our previously uneventful home. It begins slowly,
almost like a stand off. In the days after Tim and I succumbed to our
feelings for each other we are almost back to our normal relationship.
As though it were a rubber band that has snapped back into place
after being stretched to its limit.
Looking back now, it feels like a defence mechanism. I think we were
both too scared to acknowledge the gravity of what had happened
and were secretly hoping for the other to be the first to recognise our
clandestine tryst as something more. Recognise just how
monumental an occasion it was. After the euphoria of that moment,
we cleaned up and awaited the return of Alex. There was no initial
awkwardness. In fact, it was almost as if we left that orgasmic side
of ourselves in the drawing room. As though we had reached such a
level of nirvana and nothing could penetrate it. The rest of the day
passed in peaceful rhapsody.
He is the first thing I think of when I wake up the following morning.
Before I even open my eyes, I bring him to mind. The arching of his
body as he drives his cock into me. The wild eyes filled with carnal
hunger. The fountain of cum being fed into my pussy. At first I think
I have awoken from a dream but then the happy truth hits me. It was
all real. My body still has the ache. Not from the accident, but from
having my son over me, beating his flesh into mine. I remember what
I told him. 'It's real.'
He lingers everywhere. The taste of his saliva, the smell of his sweat,
the warmth of his cum inside me. A phantom assault on all my senses
that urges me to seek out the real thing. It is Alex who wakes me as
he gets out of bed. It is the first time I have slept with another man
without his knowledge. Technically, the first time I have committed
adultery. It is the lesser of the sins I have committed. I used to tell
him everything. The dirtiest fantasies, the filthiest thoughts, the
darkest desires. Nothing was off-limits. We shared everything. And
now the nastiest thing I had ever done was the one thing that I could
not disclose to him.
I think of Tim in his bed across the hall and wonder if he is awake
and thinking of me as well. It seems inevitable that he is. I think of
him under his covers, nursing an erection. The image of his stiff cock
flashes into my mind and my hand reaches down towards my pussy.
I have to hold myself off. I don't want Alex to catch me and jump to
the wrong idea that this is an invitation for sex. If he would even
have the inclination.
I should feel sad that the thought of sex with my husband holds so
little appeal for me now. As though it is a chore or task that must be
completed. I don't judge myself for it. Anyone else who had
experienced what I did yesterday would be feeling the same sense of
reluctance. The most epic, life-changing, mind-altering sex that I
could have come close to conceiving of. I feel like my brain has been
rewired and upgraded. It has been undergoing the process ever since
Tim and I shared that first joint together, but yesterday was the final
jolting shift. There is no coming back from the sheer thrill of having
sex with my son.
But like all seismic events, the aftermath is hard to assess. We gauge
the landscape to try to make sense of just how profoundly it has been
rearranged. We tiptoe around each other, a walk of nerves rather
than shame. The first time we see each other the day after we are
oddly polite and courteous. I catch Tim in the kitchen as he is eating
breakfast. Alex is also there reading the paper.
We make inconsequential small talk and I see him blush as he
answers me. We prattle on like strangers trapped in a lift together as
Alex pays no attention to either of us. It is almost as if we have
automatically erected a new facade to ensure that he doesn't catch
on. Something that would be quite obvious if he were paying
attention.
The same pattern repeats in the evening. It has been a busy day for
both of us so the chitchat is dispensed with. Alex being in the house
is an unwelcome distraction. The elephant in the room that we keep
glancing at to see when it will leave. There is so much we want to
talk about. I consider sending a text, but the idea seems ridiculous.
How do you discuss your first incestuous intercourse with your son
over Whatsapp? How do you let him know that you are eager to
experience it again?
The day passes and we retreat into the shells of our former personas.
But still he lingers in my mind. As the week unfolds I cannot erase
the raw, lust-fuelled memory of our coupling. It is too pure and
intense a recollection. I masturbate furiously thinking about it. Too
many times to count. I could be doing something totally innocuous
and banal and then suddenly the image of us together will rear up
and I have no choice but to relieve myself. It feels like an infatuation
that I cannot exorcise and have no desire to. I am enjoying being
haunted by the spectre of that blessed afternoon when we
succumbed to our shared instinct.
I walk past the spot on the drawing room floor to check that this was
indeed the site where I first had sex with my son. It still doesn't seem
real. The room is how it has always been. Packed with stacked books
and an overflowing desk and cluttered sofa. It does not feel like the
place to have hosted the flailing bodies of a mother and son caught
in heat. I almost can't believe I was sliding over a film of my pussy
juice as Tim was reaching his climax. It seems like a deepfake
generated illusion with our faces transposed onto models' bodies
and our voices spoofed to sound out the noisy pleasure of our
forbidden coupling. It makes me so unbearably hot. The cries of
'Mum!' and 'Son!' and 'Yes!'. My feverish encouragement of him. I'd
never cheered on anybody so hard before. It must have echoed
around these cramped surroundings.
I don't know how to behave. It had always been so simple before. If
I saw a guy or a girl I wanted to fuck then it was a straightforward
matter of making my intentions known either directly or employing
more subtle means. I wasn't sure how this applied when the object
of my lust was my own son.
I believed I was over the hardest part. Actually following through on
my base emotions and sleeping with Tim in the first place. It had
been a brief genesis and an even quicker realisation. I had become so
caught up in it, I didn't really have time to contemplate the
implications. It was a shock at how quickly I had gone from viewing
my son as a sexual being to wondering if he was the only sexual
being I would need for the rest of my life. And now that the deed
was done...well, I wasn't wracked with guilt or horror or wrestling
with any phoney morality over my actions. Quite the opposite.
It was a very simple equation. Sex with Tim had been one of the most
joyous, natural and explosive experiences of my life, one that I
wanted to repeat over and over again. I was confident he felt the
same way. There was no faking on either end. But for some reason in
the first few days after that heavenly initial encounter, we stalled. It
was like a cheesy romantic comedy where the lead characters keep
missing each other and only unite towards the end.
Partly this was due to Alex. He had picked up a nasty dose of flu and
was bed bound for several days. Not that this was an insurmountable
obstacle but having him at home and hearing him cough and splutter
and hack was not conducive to an environment of seduction.
Tim and I kept up our normal personas even though we both knew
things had changed irrevocably. I didn't catch him staring at me but
I felt his eyes on my body. I had been around enough men to know
when I was being ogled however surreptitiously. He seemed much
perkier than usual, more considerate, patient, accommodating.
He would take soup to his father, change his linen and tidy up
around the house. It was obvious to me at least. Most men are just
the promise of sex away from being decent and kindly human
beings. Despite this, I was impressed with how he handled himself
and perhaps it was unfair. He showed the same kindness and
compassion during my long layoff so there was no reason to expect
him to treat Alex differently.
I did wonder if it may be partly out of guilt. I couldn't hope to
understand how he felt while tending to his father knowing that he
had had sex with his mother just a few days ago. If anything, it was
a positive reaction. I took it as proof that I hadn't screwed Tim up too
much. He was well-adjusted enough to cope with the sudden shift in
our relations.
He made no mention or reference to our moments of perverse
passion and did not even intimate as to whether or not a repeat
performance was on the cards. It felt like he was waiting for me to
give him permission or even take the lead myself. I knew it occupied
his every waking moment as it did mine. There was no other
outcome given the intensity we had felt between each other in that
first glorious coupling.
I think he preferred that initial circumspection. Everything up to the
bedroom door he happily deferred to me, but once we were through
that threshold he cast off his passiveness. He took control of my
body.
I was still in a state of contentment. The pain in my hip had almost
completely subsided. When I had started having sex with Alex again
after the accident it was the opposite. Each session left me in more
agony and feeling grumpy and miserable, a fact I struggled to hide
from him.
Those few minutes with Tim had left me more clear headed and
relaxed than I'd felt in months. I didn't know how long this would
last for or if I could directly attribute it to Tim. The evidence was
fairly overwhelming though I knew there was only one way to be
certain. I had never been so happily patient before. Waiting for an
eventuality that I knew would happen again. Repeating the taboo
thought in my head over and over again. 'I'm going to have sex with
my son again. My son. Again.'
We skirted around the subject in all our interactions. I thought it
would be odd for us to pretend as though we hadn't so recently been
naked and fucking wildly on the floor, but somehow we managed it.
It was easier to focus on Alex for now though with each passing day
the tell tale urge began to grow. I would masturbate as a stopgap,
but this would only aggravate me. The orgasms from bringing
myself off were a pale imitation of what I had experienced with Tim.
It was like trying to recreate a piece of music but lacking all the
necessary instruments.
After several days, Alex was well enough to return to work. This fell
on a Tuesday when both Tim and I would be home alone. It felt as
good a sign as any that the universe was blessing the continued
consummation of our wildest desires. I felt nervous as the day
approached. Even the night before when Alex was still coughing and
I feared that perhaps he would delay his return. Even though his
absence was not a guarantee of anything, I had all but assumed Tim
and I would end up in each other's arms some way, somehow. I just
didn't know what this looked like or how to prepare.
I wasn't sure if I should get made up or put on some lingerie or
jewellery or prepare my loins for more of my son's cum. If I should
have my hair and nails done. Should I pick an outfit that he could rip
me out of or would he prefer something that he could slowly unpeel
off me. We were new to each other as lovers. There was still so much
we needed to discover and find out about each other.
It was a strange crossroads and I did not know which way to turn. It
had been a week since I had guided Tim's throbbing penis into my
willing cunt and already I knew I was overdue for another helping.
I did not know how the day would unfold but I knew how it would
end. It never stopped being a thrill for me. The certitude that when I
was alone with him, I would happily disrobe and allow my son to
have his wicked way with me. I just needed him to give me the
nudge.
Tuesday arrived and Alex did thankfully haul himself off to work. I
assumed Tim would take the first opportunity to make a move. He
elected to remain home in the morning. Normally this meant he had
an assignment or essay due, but this time I knew it was for very
different reasons. It was uplifting to watch Alex leave and know that
there was a very real possibility that Tim and I would cast off a
week's worth of frustrations in each other's arms. I refused to believe
that somehow one of us would not succumb to the open temptation.
I start the day with a light breakfast and wait in the kitchen. To my
surprise he keeps me waiting. It is a full hour after Alex has gone
before he comes down to greet me. I am impressed with his selfrestraint. I know he must be as eager to repeat the experience as I am.
He wanders into the kitchen casually. He is wearing cargo pants and
a shirt. I can tell he is fresh from the shower. Freshly shaved and
groomed. We wish each other good morning and I check my phone
as he turns the kettle on. There is an expectant silence. I focus on my
phone so I do not have to be the first one to breach it.
'How's your hip, Mum?'
'It's good, thanks. It's been a lot better over the past week.'
He smiles as though I have paid him a compliment which I suppose
I have. He clearly wants the credit for my newfound wellbeing. I go
back to browsing my phone and wait for him to make the next move.
I can almost hear the internal cogs in his head turn. Trying to
calculate the best opening and weighing what the best options are.
He still can't quite summon the requisite words or gestures to
articulate what we both know he wants to. He can't just come out
and ask his mother if she wants to sleep with him again. I watch as
he leans against a cupboard.
'I'm going to skin up later if you want to join me?'
So this was it, then. The subtle invitation. I decide to try and tease
him.
'I'm ok actually, Tim. Like I said, my hip feels the best it has in weeks.'
'Oh.'
He tries not to look too crestfallen and fails. I am a cruel mother.
'Unless...'
'Unless what, Mum?'
He is suddenly alert again. Standing to attention.
'Unless there's anything else that takes your fancy?'
He is flustered. I watch as he tries to form even a basic sentence and
fails.
'Like...you think that I...we...'
'What do you mean?' I ask ingenuously.
'Well...I mean...do you...I mean...'
'What Tim?'
His haplessness is wonderful to watch. I want to him rise above it
though. Rise above it like a man.
'I love you, Mum.'
I meet his eyes. He is so earnest, so sincere. Just like a week ago when
he was baring his heart to me. He almost makes me feel bad for
teasing him.
'I...I love you too, baby.'
'I...I want to...last week...'
'Yes?'
'Last week was so special for me. I hope it was special for you.'
'Yes...yes it was, baby.'
He coughs nervously and brushes his hair back.
'I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. Thinking about you,
Mum. About us. I want to...I want to...make love to you again, Mum.
I...I'm really...really hot for you. Last week was the best thing that has
ever happened to me. I'd love to do it again. It was so amazing. I
want to love you again.'
He squirms and I take pity on him. He looks like a condemned man
whose last plea for clemency has failed.
'Sorry...I know that sounds bad, but I...' he stutters and cringes. His
shoulders slump and his eyes fall to the ground.
'It sounds wonderful, Tim.'
His huffing is replaced with a look of shock and then triumph.
'Really? Because...I wasn't sure. I mean...I thought you had a good
time last week, but...'
'I had an incredible time, Tim. The best time I've had in years.'
He almost looks as though his head will explode, partly out of pride
and partly out of embarrassment.
'Wow...ok. Yeah, me too. I mean, it was so good. Just incredible. I
wasn't sure if you would want to do it again, but I hoped that...'
'I'd love to, son. You're right. It was...impossibly good. I...I thought it
was incredible as well. Maybe...maybe we should...I mean...'
I feel a rush of reluctance and concern. I block it out. I don't know
where these last minute jitters come from. I have made peace with
my conscience. We have accepted our sins.
'When do you want to do it?' I ask.
He flushes red and I know he is getting hard and I know it is for me.
I feel myself getting wet at the thought.
'Um...well, I'm free now. If...you know...you are?'
'No time like the present. Yes...yes, let's do it now.'
'Great...great!'
'Let's try it...without the weed.'
Oh...ok. Sure. I don't think we actually had any last time!'
'No...you're right! I...I didn't even notice. Let's not bother anyway. I
want to feel you pure and unadulterated.'
'Do you...I mean...'
'What?'
'Should I...should I bring a condom? Sorry, it...I just...after last time...I
wasn't sure if I should...'
'Pure and unadulterated, Tim. I want to feel you cumming in me like
last time. Don't worry about a condom. I'll take care of it. Let me just
get ready for you. I won't be too long I promise.'
I fear I have tipped him over the edge and that he may cum in his
pants there and then, but he manages to shake out a stunned nod
before slipping out of the kitchen. I realise my breath is short as well.
My heart is beating faster. I can't remember the last time I felt so
nervous and excited. Oh, yes. Just before the first time I had sex with
my son. Did I really just agree to do it again? Did I really just tell my
son that I was looking forward to feeling his cum shoot in my pussy?
It was crazy. It was decadent. It was so unbearably hot.
Just the thought of being with Tim again. How he has just enquired,
very courteously, over the possibility of committing incest with me
again and I have acceded. Every facet of our interaction makes me
wet. How I have instructed him not to consider protection because I
want him to cum in me again. How I have told him I am getting
ready for him. The desire in his voice. 'I want to make love to you,
Mum.' It's all I can do to stop from pulling my trousers down and
fingering my pussy to shuddering orgasm. But I don't want to cum
yet. Not while I can do so in time with my waiting son. Not when I
can feel his penis explode inside me again. It takes me a few moments
to compose myself before I can get up and dash upstairs.
I rush to my room and shut the door. Not to keep Tim out, but to
keep him waiting. I have already had a shower this morning so I just
need to change my clothes and apply makeup. I almost don't want
to go through the charade this time. I toy with the idea of just going
to him as I am in my casual clothes knowing that they will not be
staying on for long anyway. But I want to make him wait. I want to
make myself wait as well. Keep delaying the gratification until it
becomes intolerable.
An idea comes to me. A simple but delicious thought. I go to the door
and open it. I call to Tim and then open my wardrobe up. He
wanders in nervously, a thick bulge already apparent in his trousers.
I will soon be unsheathing and worshipping it.
'Every...everything ok, Mum?'
He sounds apprehensive as though he is anticipating a change of
heart. A complete volte-face on my part. It is quite sweet that he does
not recognise the full extent of lust in me. He will learn it very soon.
'I just...I just thought you might like to help pick out what you want
me to wear.'
'Wow.'
'What?'
He puts his hands behind his back and fidgets. His nervousness is
threatening to topple him there and then.
'I just...I mean...' he stammers.
I walk over to him and pull his hand from behind his back. I rub mine
over his chest. I feel a surge of energy as I realise I will be stroking
and caressing those hard and taut muscles soon.
'Relax, Tim. It's nothing to get over excited about. I don't like to
disappoint in the bedroom. I just want you to be happy with how I
present myself.'
'Jesus, Mum. I...I think you're going to make me cum.'
'That was kind of the point, Tim.'
'I meant right now.'
'So did I.'
I giggle and kiss him on the lips. It is the first sign of affection I have
shown him since last week. It ignites something in me. The
realisation that this is going to happen again and soon.
'Ok...ok, Mum. What...what do you want me to see then?'
I drag him over to the cabinet and pull out a drawer.
'Well, I was half thinking this negligee would be nice or this bra and
thong, but I'm happy to go with your preference. There's a wide
selection. Babydoll, corset...thought that would take a bit of time...oh,
this blue romper is lovely too.'
Tim goes bright red and is unable to speak for several moments.
When he eventually does it is a mumble.
'What?'
'Um...they're great...they're...what about this?'
He picks out an emerald camisole with white trim. It is more modest
than the other items I suggested though not without its charms.
'Yes, that is lovely. I'm happy to go with that. What about a dress?
Halter top? Maxi? Any steer on that?'
He continues his mumbling and shaking. I decide it is best to pick
the outer clothes at my own discretion and let him leave now before
he has an accident in his pants.
'Don't worry. I'll take care of it. Do you want to set up the sofa bed in
the drawing room while I get ready?'
He practically flees out of the room and it is only a few seconds
before I hear him knocking over piles of books and shifting furniture
around. My first instinct is the old me, wanting to shout at him to
stop being so clumsy and making a mess, but the new me is secretly
thrilled at the scale of his desire and how it matches my own. The
new me is getting ready to help him make even more of a mess. There
is no part of this I am not enjoying. The teasing, the edging, the barely
concealed ardour. Letting him choose the clothes he wants to
undress me in, the knowledge that we have already crossed this line
once and we are soon about to do it again and after that, who knows
how many times? There is no going back now. I am about to sleep
with my son for the second time and I could not be more thrilled
about it.
I shut the door and rid myself of my casual clothes of baggy pants
and sweatshirt. I sit naked at my dresser. I cannot resist a quick rub
of my rapidly moistening pussy. I want to take my time and I want
to rush as well. I want to taste the pleasure ahead of me and also
savour the anticipation. I opt for minimal make up this time. A dash
of rouge. A thin layer of foundation. One coat of lipstick. I brush my
hair out and finish with a heart shaped pendant.
I put on the camisole and flick through my clothes rack to decide on
what to wear on top of it. After a minute or two I realise I am just
wasting time. Time I could be doing something sensually
constructive with Tim. I check myself in the mirror and decide I am
ripe. There is already a glow in my cheeks. My pussy is dribbling
onto the fabric of the camisole. My breasts peek out over the trim.
My arse jiggles from underneath the bright sheen. I can wait no
longer. I bound out of the room and slow only when I reach the
drawing room.
It feels like my spirit has run on ahead of me and my body is just
catching up. I tiptoe closer. I can hear Tim's loud gulps from inside
the room. I want to check myself in the mirror once again. Ensure I
am in all my motherly splendour. Ensure I am delectable enough for
him. I adjust the camisole and wonder if I should have put a robe on.
But this all dissipates as soon as I enter the room.
The books are scattered on the floor. The study table has been shoved
into a corner. Tim has wrenched the sofa bed out and covered it with
a blanket. The curtains are drawn and the room is filled with a dusty
light. It is cloudy outside and no illumination comes in through the
skylight. The bed is old and rickety and the room is a shambles. I
could not care less. Tim is sat on the arm of the sofa. He gets up when
I enter and my eyes are immediately drawn again to the bulge in his
pants.
A slight improvement on the floor, but the venue does not matter to
either of us. Comfort is not what we are here for. We are here to
experience the unparalleled pleasure that we have discovered
together. We are here to wallow in the exquisite intensity of the sin
we have found in each other. To bust the taboo wide open again.
'Bloody hell, Mum.'
'You like?'
I twirl and curtsey. I don't even know why. I want to parade myself
for him. Show off every inch of my rejuvenated body. Tease and
torment him until he can hold back no longer. He remains fixed to
the sofa.
'It's...wow. Wow, Mum. You are...something else. I'm so lucky. So
lucky to have you.'
'A little modest compared to some of the other things I could have
got out for you. But glad you like it.'
'It's beautiful, Mum. You're beautiful.'
I prance over to him. The air is heavy and for the first time in this
room it is not because of smoke. His hands reach out and settle on
my hips. I place mine on his broad shoulders. We regard each other
almost awkwardly, both sure and unsure. I edge closer to feel the
outline of his erection against me. I want to rub my pussy over it.
Leave a wet spot on his cargo pants. We kiss shyly, almost hesitantly.
'So, you're sure then, Mum?'
I beam at him as his eyes glance down to my heaving breasts. I let his
hands rove over my body. His touch is electric. I want him to feel
every last part of me.
'Yes, son. I'm very sure.'
We kiss again. Soft and gentle. Slow and sensual. I push him over
and clamber onto the bed. His dick juts into my belly. I cannot wait
to feel it in me. I am caught between wanting to go too fast and taking
my time. Our kisses heat up. Our tongues lock and lash at each other.
I feel the camisole being dragged up. His hands reaching underneath
to grab at my breasts. He pulls his pants down. I rip the shirt from
his back. I am not even sure we are still on the sofa. All I know is the
fervid desire sweeping through my heart.
We break apart. I help him get out of his underwear. We paw at each
other. He weighs my breasts with his hands. I cup his balls. We kiss
amidst the chaos of our fumbling. We roll on the bed as our limbs
become entwined. I pounce on him and take his dick in my hands. It
is already spilling pre-cum from the tip. The smell of his dick is
intoxicating. A heady scent that I cannot resist.
'Ah Mum, ah!'
I pump his dick and he lays back.
'Let me taste you, Tim.'
I slurp the trail of pre-cum from the head of his penis. It tastes
glorious. I work my tongue around the head before taking it fully in
my mouth. It is warm and pulsing. I cannot wait to feel it in my cunt.
Tim moans and I stroke his navel. I know he will not last long so I
slow down.
'Ah! Mum...God...I...that's so good...'
He grabs my hand and tries to pull me away. I let his dick fall from
my lips as he drags me over his body. He tilts his head at my breasts
and takes a nipple in his mouth. I hold his neck as he licks and runs
his tongue over my breasts. I grab his other hand and guide it
towards my damp pussy lips. He suckles at me and runs a finger
over my clit. I feel like I may cum too soon as well. Cum before I even
have a chance to feel his dick in me. He senses this as well. His head
is pulled back and his hand withdrawn. He motions for me to squat
over his face. I shuffle forward and lower myself onto his mouth. His
nose lines up against my pussy as he begins to lick me. I grab his hair
as I grind on his face. I can feel myself slipping deeper into a blissful
haze. My other hand tries to reach behind to jerk his cock.
Soon I feel the same urge that he did. That I cannot stand this any
longer. That I need to feel his penis deep inside me this very instant
otherwise I may just go mad. I push myself off. His face is slick with
my pussy juice He smiles with his slobbery lips. I reach down to lick
some of it off his face.
'You taste so good, Mum.'
'I'm going to fuck you now, Tim. I'm going to fuck you until you cum
in my cunt.'
'Yes...yes, Mum. I want it, Mum. I want you.'
I can't explain it. We can't explain any of it. The way we make each
other feel. The decadence of our pleasure. It is like a new fuse is lit
every time we kiss. We completely forgot the foreplay in our rush to
fornicate last time and this time we have barely had chance to explore
each other's bodies. Such is the intensity of our attraction for each
other. I simply cannot wait to feel him in me.
I manoeuvre back from his face and slide my pussy down his body
and over his engorged penis. I tease him by rubbing myself over it as
he twists in pleasure. The first time I allowed him to dictate
proceedings and go at his own pace. This time I know I need to take
him in hand. I need to take control of his beautiful beast. I mount him
slowly, savouring every last inch of his thrumming penis. It curves
so perfectly up into my pussy and scrapes against my cervix. I feel
my body falling backwards and I have to grab onto his arms to
steady myself.
It is as girthy and fleshy as I remember. Still flexing with every beat
of Tim's heart as more blood rushes into it. My pussy cannot help but
drool its juice over it. I can feel my wetness already oozing out of me
and onto Tim's groin. With someone else, such obvious lustiness
might be embarrassing, but with Tim it feels like a completely
natural level of excitement. I doubt anyone could incite me like my
son is doing right now. I feel my own heart beating and sending
blood to the flushed area around my pussy. There is no oxygen left
in my brain. It is needed urgently elsewhere.
Even on top I don't feel quite in control. I feel like Jennifer Grey in
Dirty Dancing. Being held aloft in the air by Tim's wonderful cock. It
feels more like it is supporting and moving me. I shift my hips and
start to ride him. I grab both his hands for balance.
'Ah, Mum! Oh!'
I stop and rest my buttocks on his thighs. I forget his inexperience. I
feel like he might be close already but all I want to do is ride up and
down his cock for the next twenty minutes. I know it won't take me
even a fraction of that time to cum. It could just be a few short strokes.
That might be all I need. The feeling is gathering in me already.
'You ok, sweetie?'
'Yeah...just...feels so good Mum. I just...I really, really can't believe
we're having sex. Like, I know what all my senses are relaying to me,
but it still doesn't quite compute that I have my dick in you. My
mother is sliding up and down my dick. and it...it's all I can do to not
cum right now.'
'Well, you'd better start believing soon, Tim. Because I plan on
having your dick in me for a considerable period of time over the
next few weeks.'
His stares at me in shock and lust. There is no pretence anymore.
There is no possibility for going back. I wiggle on his cock. The
quandary is whether or not to go too slow or too fast. Both will likely
lead to the same outcome. I remind myself we have all day. All day
to repeat this wonderful adventure. Plenty of time to work on his
stamina. The thought sets another pulse off in me. One whole day
with Tim and I focusing on nothing but trying to satisfy our
incestuous appetites. I don't know if we will come close to meeting
that threshold, but I know we will try.
'Is that good, baby?'
'So good, Mum! Mummy. God, you are the sexiest thing I have ever
seen. I can't believe I get to have sex with you. I can't believe you're
my mother and I get to have sex with you!'
'Mmm, you know you don't have to keep complimenting me, Tim.
You've already gotten me into bed.'
'It's the just the truth, Mum. Ah! God...this is unbelievable. I
don't...don't know if I can last, Mum.'
'That's ok, Tim. I'm so close. Christ, I'm so close...already! Oh! It's
coming already. You make me cum so hard, Tim. I...I'm not used to
it.'
I try to talk him through the pleasure, but it is too great to spell out
clearly. Each time I slide my pussy down his cock I am overcome. I
shudder with each downward motion. I lean forward to try and
angle his dick further in me even though I am practically stuffed
now. He grabs my buttocks as I grind down on him.
'You set me off, son. You do something to me, Tim. I...never felt like
this...I don't...ah...I don't cum in unison with...a partner
normally...but for some reason you make me cum with you...cum
even harder. You make Mummy cum so hard!'
He laughs and strokes my face.
'What's...what's so funny?'
'You know...it's a pun, Mum. 'Unison'. We cum in unison.'
'Oh, very droll, Tim. Ah! Just...focus...focus on...focus on cumming.
Focus on cumming in uni-mummy. Do you...do you like to hear me
say that?'
'Oh God...Mum. Yes! It's so horny to listen to you. Is this...is this
really happening?'
'It's happening, son. Can't you feel me? Can't you see me? Mummy
is riding your beautiful cock. Mummy is going to make you cum in
her. I'm so bad...we're so bad. I like us being bad like this. I fucking
love it! So fucking hot!'
I stop and lean over to smother his face with my breasts. His hair
brushes my clavicle as he sucks. on my nipples. He lifts each breast
in turn and takes my hard nipples in his mouth as I cradle him closer.
All the while his cock is buried deep in my pussy, a perfect curve
with the head pressing against my g-spot, quivering in anticipation.
I can bear it no longer. I move back into an upright position. My spine
aligns with his engorged dick. I moan as I start to bounce on it.
'Let it happen, Tim. Don't hold back. We have time now. Don't deny
me that cum. Mummy wants it. Mummy wants you to cum hard in
her pussy. Mummy wants that dick to pop. Give Mummy that cum!
It's not...it's not really incest until you cum in Mummy's pussy!'
'Oh God, Mum!'
I bounce on his dick harder and harder as I wait for the inevitable. I
marvel at the expressions on his face. Shock and awe. He grabs my
breasts and I know it is here. We shriek together as the first torrent
of cum flows into me. I cum hard as I feel it squirting deep in my
pussy.
'Ah! Tim, yes! Cum in me! Yes! That's it! I want it! Mummy wants it!'
'Oh God, Mum! Oh God! Feels so good!'
'Yes, Tim. Mummy's cumming! Cumming on your dick! I love it!'
The rusty springs of the bed squeal almost as loudly as we do. I
throw my arms in the air like a cheerleader.
'Yes, Tim! Cum in Mummy! Fill me with your cum! More cum, son!'
'Jesus, Mum! Love you so much! Love...love cumming in you! Ah!'
It feels like he is going to buck both of us from off the bed. I need
something to hold on to before I am toppled by his juddering cock.
It is like a trapped animal, spitting and spraying. I have never felt
anything like it. I can only tip my head back and scream in ecstasy.
'Yes, Tim! Yes! Yes! Fuck yes! More! More cum! Put it in Mummy!
Put it in me! More!'
My body flexes and dips as the orgasms wrack it. Over and over
again. To the point of utter abandon and loss. The most potent high
I can ever imagine. It is an age before I come down. I almost forget
that my son is underneath me and his cock is still twitching deep in
my pussy. I don't know how long I have been out. I squat down on
his thighs, his dick still tugging me close to him.
'Oh...oh, Tim. Dear, sweet boy. What are you doing to me? What are
you doing to your mother?'
'I...I could ask you the same question, Mum. Oh my days....'
I fall forward and nestle my head against his brow. His tongue
snakes out and tickles the sweat from my nipples. We pant and sigh.
'I'm...I'm sorry, Mum.'
'For what, sweetie? Can't you feel how hard I came? How hard I
bounced on your cock?'
I squirm and twist my pussy over his dick as the juice flows down
onto his navel. It still feels so hard inside me. If he got up now it
would anchor me to his body and not let me fall. My pussy is so
sensitive. Each throb of his dick is sending tiny pulses of pleasure
through me. His hand traces the outline of mine and I wrap my
fingers around it.
'I...I just wanted it to last longer.'
'It lasted long enough, Tim. More than long enough. God, it was
amazing. Absolutely amazing. I can't even begin to describe. I can't
believe it, Tim. It's the best. It's the absolute best. I...I love it.'
I lean back and toss my hair. The sweat pours from me. The most
intense exercise I have had since the accident. The most fun I have
had as well. The pain and unhappiness are distant memories. I have
finally found something to hold them both at bay.
'You are a sight to behold, Mum.'
'Pfff...I feel all sweaty and frazzled.'
'You look amazing. You...feel amazing. I...Jesus, Mum. I'm still in
you.'
I bend over and kiss his forehead.
'Why? Do you want to leave?'
'No, Mum. I just want to say like this forever.'
He pushes himself up and takes me in his arms. My breasts squash
against his chest as he holds me close to him. We kiss and I feel his
dick start to throb again. Maybe he means it. We could stay like this
forever. My pussy restoring his erection over and over again after
each fresh burst of cum. I grip him tighter as I think about it.
Wow...'
'What, Mum?'
'I never knew...never realised, but incest is really hard work. I'm
bushed!'
We laugh and joke as the sweat drips from our bodies. The blanket
is itchy but I cannot bear to move a muscle. Not until I am ready to
go again. We hear a phone ringing from another room.
'Is that yours or mine?' I ask.
'I turned mine off, Mum. I don't like to be distracted when we're
together you know.'
He rolls his eyes and I playfully swat his face.
'I'd better get it quickly.'
He grunts as I lift myself off him. There is so much cum. I was too
lost in my orgasms to appreciate just how much Tim was shooting
into me at the time. Now that I have the chance to inspect it, I am still
amazed. His penis is saturated in a mixture of our juices. A thick wad
of cum is oozing from my pussy and dripping onto the blanket.
'Be right back.'
I rush out to check my phone. The feeling of having my son's cum in
my pussy as I move about makes me feel so dirty and horny. After
the release of the orgasm I realise I want more. I need more. This new
medicine is potent. I am already addicted. I find my phone and check
the call. An unrecognised number. Probably a cold caller. For this I
pulled myself away from Tim. I don't even know why. It hits me
then. I have done similar things with previous lovers. Left them after
that first or second tryst. Slipped to the bathroom or elsewhere to
leave them alone and thinking about me. To see if they get hard again
in my absence. To see if they can recover. And here I am now, in the
other room. With my pussy full of Tim's cum and waiting to see if
my son is getting hard thinking about me coming back again. I stroke
my pussy at the thought. More cum clings to my fingers. I bring it to
my mouth and taste it. It is manna on my tongue. The first helping
of many. I rush back to the source and jump onto the bed.
'Jesus, Mum! You'll break it!'
'Oh, Tim. You'll have to pop your bed breaking cherry at some point.
It's a rite of passage for all couples!'
I laugh as he grapples with me. We wrestle on top of the blanket in a
wide spot of our cum. We giggle and snort and steal kisses and
gropes. Soon he grows tired of it and grabs me close. I fall in line and
we cuddle softly on the bed. Neither of us talks. He spoons me and I
pull myself closer to him. His slick cock tickles the crack of my
buttocks. I can feel it leaking cum down to my pussy. I feel half ready
to sleep and half ready to repeat everything.
'Do you think...do you think this happens a lot?' he asks.
'What?'
'You know...'
'Just say it, Tim! Mother son incest?'
'Well...yeah.'
I squeeze his hand.
'I honestly don't know. I doubt it. I mean...it seems so unlikely and
yet...it's pretty special. I didn't know I could feel like this. Not about
you anyway.'
'I know, Mum. I didn't think so either, but now I can't think of
anything else. I can't think of anyone else. It feels weird to say it, but
I'm so glad you took the leap.'
'We took the leap, you mean.'
'Maybe. I think I was already falling, Mum. I wasn't sure if you
jumped to try and save me. I just...it was a gamble, you know. Except
the stakes were too high to lose.'
'You could never lose me, Tim. Whatever happens...I
mean...whatever comes of this we'll still always be close. I'll always
love you. I just never thought...this...I never contemplated this. I
never contemplated us. It's so...unbelievable. I can scarcely credit it.
I've had fantasises about all types of thing, about all types of people,
but never this. Never this. It wasn't something I'd ever thought
about, but when I started, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I just...I
didn't know how to move forward with it. It's not easy to admit
something like this.'
'No...I was scared. I didn't want to freak you out...but there was
always that feeling. That maybe you wanted it too and I didn't want
to let that go.'
'And here we are, Tim...with your cum in my pussy.'
'Mum...so horny hearing you talk like that.'
'I know, baby. It's even hornier feeling it still in me. God, what have
we done? I never knew this was possible. To feel this good, this
often.'
'We've only done it twice!'
'Exactly! That's what I mean. It's the most I've cum in months! You've
set something off in me, Tim. Something I had no idea was there. It
was dormant and now it is awake and in control. I wanted this. We
both really wanted this. Maybe that's the difference.'
'I wanted this so bad, Mum. I never knew how badly. Not until...not
until that kiss. Maybe it was a fluke. Maybe it was fate. Maybe we're
just lucky.'
'I think maybe you'll have some who do have that real fantasy and
desire, but the likelihood of it being reciprocated? It seems like a
longshot. Yes, maybe we are just very lucky. Things could have gone
differently and who knows, maybe I restrain myself a little or you
pull back a little and we never meet at that summit.'
'Yeah...you're probably right. It's not like you can express it in the
hope they feel the same way. It could really do some damage. It's like
you said; it's hard to come back from admitting something like this
to the other person.'
'Well, it's done the opposite for us. It...it's so wrong and maybe that's
what makes it so right.'
'Yes, Mum. It...I cant imagine anyone else. Like...no woman in the
world could make me feel like you have made me feel. Like...it just
wouldn't be the same. It wouldn't be as good. It would be an insult
to you.'
'I know what you mean. That's why we're special. We both had this
impulse and acted on it with the consent and blessing we needed. It
was a mutual coming together.'
'I never imagined you would.'
'Why? Because I'm your mother and I'm supposed to be maternal
and protect you and nurture you and care for you?'
'Well...yeah. Not that you haven't done all of those things anyway,
but...I don't know...when we kissed that first time...I kept thinking
you would slap me or scold me or just make me feel like a pervert.
Or worse...tell Dad. And then it just kept going and you were into it.
You were into it as much as I was and I didn't dare to dream that we
would end up here.'
I turn to face him and stroke his arm.
'And yet here we are...and I'm really happy I didn't do any of those
things you mentioned. Maybe on some level the thought was there,
but it was drowned out by all the other thoughts telling me how
amazing this was. Almost like...'
'What?'
I laugh and he smiles at me.
'Like Inception almost.'
'The film?'
'Yeah...the thought was implanted in my mind and it just grew and
grew and just rewired my consciousness.'
'Does it feel...sick...to you?'
'Not sick...I don't know. Just different. In a good way, of course.'
'Of course. A great way. I...almost want to share it.'
'How do you mean?'
'Like...brag about it. My friends and I always used to compare men
we'd sleep with. I'm going back a while ago now, but it was always
about who could find the hottest guy or the biggest dick or best
orgasms and I feel like I've hit the trifecta here.'
'Mum...'
He blushes and looks away, somehow both embarrassed and
thrilled.
'We'd probably get in a lot of trouble if it got out. Isn't it illegal?'
'Only if we get caught.' I wink at him. 'Is that a turn on?'
'What? Going to jail?'
I flick his ear as he giggles.
'No!'
'You turn me on, Mum. Just the thought of you.'
'Smooth. I suppose we're co-conspirators now. Our own little gang.
Maybe we can get tattoos and colours.'
'Are you serious?' he asks.
'About what?'
'The tattoos?'
It was meant as a joke but Tim looks at me in all seriousness. I've
never been a tattoo person, but suddenly the idea is beginning to
appeal to me.
'That sounds like an interesting idea actually. What do you think?'
'Sorry, sounds a bit crazy I know, but having something like that on
each other. Our names or something. It just came into my head, I...I
didn't mean we should necessarily do it.'
'No, it's cute. I like idea of the names. Do you...do you want to call
me Marion?'
He screws his face up in distaste.
'You'll always be Mum, Mum.'
'Of course, but I was just thinking. I wasn't sure if you might prefer
to call me by my name rather than...Mum.'
He looks sheepish and I feel a bit awkward for putting him on the
spot.
'I...I don't know. Whichever you prefer, Mum. It's just...'
'Hornier.'
'So horny! Oh my God. I mean, of course I love you as a person and
not just my mother. If you weren't my mother then I'd still think you
were crazy hot. It's just that...knowing you are makes it so incredibly
nasty. It's like nothing else. No other fantasy can compare. When
I'm...when I'm in you, it sets my whole body on fire. Like I'm flying
almost.'
'Yes. I feel it too. Something so indescribable. Just watching you
when you enter me. It beggars belief. On one level I almost can't
believe it's your penis. Like, I think I'll look up and it will be someone
else, but I'm so happy it's you. You're right. 'Mum', it is then. It's
probably weirder if you call me Marion.'
'It's a beautiful name, but I just can't imagine addressing you that
way. Especially not when we're...you know...being intimate.'
'Well, you'll always be son, son. Especially when we're being
intimate.'
He blushes again. I think it is all part of the thrill for him. Hearing
his mother be so openly nasty.
'It's horny just hearing you say that.'
'What? 'Son'?'
'Yes, but not in the normal way. In our special way. Like, 'come to
bed...son'.
'Yes...just hearing us both say it out loud is a real thrill.'
'Actually...I like it when you say Mummy, but it sounds weird if I say
it.'
'Why is Mummy weird, but Mum is not?' I ask him.
'I'm not sure...I mean...I'm happy to use either obviously.'
'Obviously. What about 'Mother'?'
He pouts and takes a moment to weigh it up.
' 'Mother' is...a bit formal. Like Marion, I think.'
'Is that what this feels like for you? Something informal?'
He rolls his eyes.
'Stop making fun of me...Mother.'
'Oooh, that sounds nice actually. We'll have to give that a try next
time.'
'So, there's going to be a next time?' he asks hopefully.
'What did you think, Tim? This was just a quick fling? A flash in the
pan? A brief incestuous roll in the hay? You could just cum in your
mother and then we could go back to normal? You know it's called
'committing' incest. Not just 'playing' incest.'
I almost convince him of my serious intent before he bursts out
laughing.
'No, I just...I didn't know how you felt. If you wanted...to keep going
I mean.'
'I assume you do?'
'You know I do, Mum. Just hearing you talk about it. Hearing you
say the word...'
'What...incest?'
'God, yes! It makes my balls tingle just thinking about it. I
mean...Mum...we've had sex! Twice! And it was fucking amazing.
I've licked your pussy. You've had my cock in your mouth and I...I've
ejaculated in you! Twice! I'm not that experienced, but you're the first
woman I've actually ejaculated in, like had sex without a condom.
Like...how amazing is that? The first woman I cum in is my mother
and I fucking loved it! I can't wait to do it again. This...this is the
pinnacle. How much better than this could it get? I know you'll say
I'm just a dumb kid, but I can't think of anyone else I'd want to have
sex with. You're the only woman I want to cum in, Mum. I should
quit while I'm ahead.'
I reach over to cup his balls. They are quivering like he promised. My
pussy also tingles with the same anticipation. It is not just the act of
penetration between mother and son, but also the foreplay, the build
up, the seduction and the pillow talk. The naked and honest
discussion of this new chapter in our relationship.
'You can't quit now, Tim.' My hand moves over his dick. It is
thoroughly drenched.
'There's so much we still have to do together.'
'God, Mum. I'll do whatever you tell me to. I know guys aren't
supposed to be able to have multiple orgasms but that's what it feels
like when I'm in you. It feels like I could keep cumming in you
forever, Mum.'
'It feels divine, Tim. Not just talking about it, but actually feeling it
as well. Feeling your cum shoot into me...I can't describe the
pleasure. I've never wanted to feel cum exploding in me so badly.'
'Jesus, Mum...you're getting me going again.'
I notice a rash around his scrotum and realise what it is.
'You shaved your balls?'
'I...I thought it looked better.'
'Bigger, you mean.'
'Well...yeah.'
'You boys and your obsession with size. You are plenty big enough,
trust me. No woman would be disappointed with this.'
I place my hand underneath his dick and cup his balls. His dick is
still furiously hot. I feel it stir as I fiddle with his balls. I lean down
and run my tongue over his ball sack. He moans and his body
shivers.
'I...I don't want any other woman, Mum. I want you.'
I slurp my way up his shaft and take the head in my mouth. I
mumble back at him as I work my tongue around his cock.
'Well, I'm certainly not disappointed.'
I lick back down the shaft and circle the base with my tongue. He
coos his appreciation. A trickle of cum leaks from the glans and I
meet it with my darting tongue.
'Ohhh, that's so good, Mum. So horny watching...watching you blow
me.'
'It tastes good. Though I don't mind having to sift through the odd
hair. A man should have some hair at least.'
I lift up his penis and drape his balls in my mouth. I lap at the
wrinkled skin as Tim muffles a cry. His dick slowly expands over my
face.
'Does it feel better shaved?' I ask as his balls drop from my mouth.
Tim murmurs something, but I don't catch it. I try to fit the girth of
his shaft between lips and run my mouth up it.
'I like the strip you have, Mum. It's nice to see some hair down there.'
'It's a compromise. I used to be fully waxed, but...'
I neglect to mention Alex has lately developed a preference for some
hair. I'd been mostly shaved or waxed but over the last year he has
wanted a landing strip or small flourish to admire. I don't want to
mention him at all when Tim and I are together like this. The
phantom fly in the ointment.
''I like it. It looks pretty. I love the texture when I'm licking you,
Mum.'
I giggle and he blushes. I gently pump his cock.
'Doesn't it feel and taste like velcro?'
'It tastes wonderful. You taste wonderful, Mum.'
'Well, that's always nice to hear. I think I'm past the age when I
should be fully bare anyway. A woman of my age should have at
least some decoration down there.'
'I don't care if you have a full bush or are completely hairless, Mum.
I'll put my tongue down there whatever you have.'
I laugh and he chuckles with me.
'Well, it's good to have your views on my foliage, Tim.'
'Just wanted to give you my honest opinion, Mum.'
'You wouldn't prefer me a little slimmer then? Less wrinkled?'
'What are you talking about? You're perfect. Your body is just...yum.
A yummy Mummy. I love the touch of it, the smell, the taste. You're
a work of art, Mum. What wrinkles are you talking about anyway?'
'Aw, you know just what to say, don't you, Tim? That's always a
useful quality for keeping a woman happy. Especially an old dear
like me.'
'You're really fishing for compliments, aren't you Mum?'
'It's a woman's body. a...you know...'
'A mother's body.'
He looks at me wistfully, not wanting to admit the truth that both of
us know.
'Well...yeah!'
'Why are you embarrassed?' I smirk.
'I'm not embarrassed, it's just...well...it's just...I never thought it
would be like this. All the clichés about Freud and Oedipus and Kay
Parker.'
'Who's Kay Parker?' I ask with a smirk.
'You know who she is!"
'Haha, I'm just surprised you know!'
'Well, you do look a little like her. Those eyes. That stomach. The
incredible breasts, the hips, the curves, that great arse. I love holding
it. Grabbing it. I've been wanting to grab it for a week now and had
to restrain myself!'
'Wow, you're good.'
'You know what I mean, Mum.'
I think I do. I haven't undergone some transformation or makeover
to get here. I have just been the same woman and person I have been
for a number of years now. It's just that we have both recalibrated
our sense of attraction to each other's wavelengths.
I'm proud to have the body I have now. Not as gym toned or lean as
in my youthful heyday, but I feel more attractive and appealing. My
breasts have started to sag and my belly is not as taut as I would
prefer, and my arse is wide and curvy but these are all selling points
for Tim. It turns me on to know that.
'You must have been pretty confident then...'
'What do you mean?'
'To shave your balls. You must have been confident we would do it
again.'
'I like to be prepared as well, Mum. Is it better for you if it's shaved?'
'Mmm, I don't mind either way really. Sometimes I like being tickled
by the hair when I'm being fucked.'
'Mum!'
'Haha, what?'
'Sorry...it's just...'
'Just what? You're fine to actually fuck me, but saying it out loud
embarrasses you?'
'Not embarrassed Mum. Anything but. It's just...getting used to it.'
'I know, I know. Me too.'
'I keep wondering...'
'Mmm?'
'You know we went through a rough patch and we were just getting
on each other's nerves? We didn't speak for a few weeks.'
'Yep. Seems like a long time ago now.'
'Maybe it was some sexual tension?'
'I don't know...maybe...subconsciously perhaps. I didn't really think
about you romantically until we started doing weed together. But
what it does matter? I don't think we'll be going back to the not
speaking anyway.'
'True...unless we have...'
'A lovers' tiff?'
We grin at each other and he pulls me into him.
'God...we really are lovers aren't we? Wow, Mum. Just wow.'
'It sounds horny, doesn't it? We're probably quite perverted and sick,
but I couldn't care less. This feels too good to stop Tim. I'm not
planning on stopping.'
We do not leave the drawing room the whole day. Not to eat or
drink. Not to answer ringing phones or even to clean up. We spend
the entire time perched on the rickety sofa bed, a mother and son
locked in lust. New lovers exploring every inch of each other's
bodies, familiar yet undiscovered. Our desire and hunger are
unquenchable. It feels like the last encounter we will ever have rather
than the first and we are trying to cram in as much as possible. More
orgasms, more cum, more positions, more swapping of bodily fluids,
more shrieking declarations of joy, more whispered confessions of
love. He calls me 'Mother'. I call him 'Son.' We bask in what we have
become. We revel in our newfound incestuous love.
I have never been enjoyed the act of copulation so much. I cannot tell
where Tim ends and I begin. Each time he pulls out of me, I flinch in
unhappiness. He fucks me from behind. On top. On both sides. Up
against the wall and on the desk. We spur each other on. Each time I
think he cannot possibly get hard again, his cock responds with an
even longer and harder erection. It is the most fulsome and bodyshaking sex I have ever had. This expression of raw lust and animal
hunger was something I thought was long in the past, but somehow
this act of lewd and wanton intercourse with my son had resurrected
it in me. I do not want the day to end.
Eventually it goes dark outside and we lie spent on the sofa bed. I
am flat out over his body, my breasts rubbing against his arm. My
tongue licks the roof of my mouth and I still taste his cum and my
juice from when I cleaned his cock with my mouth after his last
ejaculation in me. I am slowly returning to earth. Alex crosses my
mind for the time in hours. My husband who I have happily
forgotten during the course of the day as I have been having raw and
passionate sex with my son. The thought of him coming in and
finding us does not concern me. My one urge is to continue this
incestuous hedonism with Tim until the walls fall in on us.
'What's the time?'
'Who cares, Mum?'
'Your father may be home soon. Unless he has already come and seen
us and then left.'
'Let's hope so.'
We snicker and luxuriate in each other's warmth. All the wet spots
are now sticky. The blanket is saturated. I feel like we are literally
bonded to each other with cum. I do not want to prise myself away.
'When did you first realise?'
'Realise what?'
'That you liked me...you know...'
'I know what, Tim?'
It makes me laugh how coy he is. He has spent the whole day on the
sofa forcing his tongue into me, hammering his dick into me and
shooting his cum into me and yet he is still stuttering and
stammering over his words like he is plucking up the courage to ask
me out.
'That I was contemplating taking my son as a lover?'
'...yes.'
He grins nervously.
'I'm not sure. I can't think if it had happened subtly over a period of
time or just hit me one day. What about you?'
'...the same, I guess. I've always liked MILFs. Like Kay Parker and all
that kind of stuff. I just never thought it would be my actual own
mother that I would be attracted to. But I'm glad I was. I love being
your son, Mum. And I love that you let me do this.'
I lace his fingers with mine and kiss the back of his hand.
'Me too. Odd...how life works. If it wasn't for the accident then
maybe none of this would have happened.'
'I don't even want to think about it, Mum. Not that I'd prefer for you
to have had it and had to go through all that pain...but hopefully
some good has come out of it.'
'It must be fate, Tim. When you think of all the other people all over
the world. How many of them share the same fantasies and desires
that we do. Most of it not reciprocated or the other person even
aware of it and yet we've somehow managed to find each other
coming from the same place.'
'You're right, Mum. I really...I didn't know what I was going to do
for some time there. Like...I was just going crazy thinking about it.
About you. But I wasn't sure if you wanted it as well. I won the
lottery with you. Better than the lottery.'
'Haha!'
'Why are you laughing? I mean it.'
'Oh, I know, baby. It's just...you know all those people who win the
lottery. They always say the win won't change them. Well, this will
change us. It will change our lives. For the better, I hope.'
'Definitely for the better, Mum. I'm...I'm so happy. I'm so happy that
we can do this. I love you.'
He kisses me to affirm the sentiment and we lose each other in a
tangle of tongues as our hands explore our naked bodies