The dam has burst. After the first week of our phoney romantic war
we have embraced the true nature of our relationship. We cannot
keep our hands off each other. Which is a difficult trick to pull off
when Alex is at home, but once again the universe is smiling on us.
The night after our second time together Alex tells me he has to go
on a business trip for a few days the following week. I try to conceal
my elation by asking him when he will be back and all the other
queries a dutiful wife should conduct but inside I am filled with a
racing happiness.
The countdown passes slowly though we are able to sneak in a few
quick sessions of sex before our big break arrives. They are snatched
and hurried trysts though they temporarily satisfy us until the
allotted time arrives.
That first day of unfettered lovemaking is a blur. I see Alex off early
in the morning with breakfast and a big hug and kiss. I feel a little
disingenuous but I keep telling myself it is a character I have played
for most of my marriage with him. The (mostly) faithful and honest
wife. Besides, I'm pretty sure he is keeping something from me as
well. He is usually upfront and open about when he meets up with
someone else, but I sense his latest rendezvous are being kept hidden
for some reason. It doesn't bother me too much and may even work
in my favour. It helps the narrative if we are both the perpetrators
instead of the victims.
Tim has been planning the three days since I first broke the news of
Alex's time away. He calls it our 'Mummy-moon'. Three days of no
distractions or interruptions where we can practise our newfound
hunger for each other to its fullest extent. Just the symbolism of it is
enough to make me wet. Like we have eloped to a distant land and
are free to celebrate the joy of our union. We whisper about it in
coded terms even before Alex has left. 'I'll have it ready for MM.' 'I
can't wait for MM.' Alex does not even bother to enquire what it
might be. We talk in code in front of him about our preparations for
a marathon of exchanged incestuous orgasms.
Tim has even gone to the extent of cleaning the house from tip to toe.
Completing every outstanding chore and task. I have thought it a
million times before but the motivational qualities of the promise of
sex cannot be overstated. It is an odd thrill to see him go to that much
effort just to ensure that I can be focused on the main event of fucking
him.
I manage to get the three days off work and do my own preparation
for the festivities ahead. I book in for a facial and manicure at the
beautician's the evening before. It's the regular girl I've been seeing
for many years now and we have a good rapport. She asks about
Alex and what a lucky man he is to have a wife like me who spends
so much time looking after herself. I have to bite my tongue from
telling her the truth or some approximation of it.
Such a big part of the thrill is knowing that all this preparation is in
aid of doing something so darkly delicious and wickedly decadent.
Spilling the secret would ruin it so I have to listen to her tattle
without revealing that all of her effort is to make me more appetising
for Tim. She is an unsuspecting facilitator of the incest jamboree I am
about to embark on with my son.
I have been shopping with Tim to buy outfits and lingerie that we
are going to use over the course of Mummy-moon. They will only be
on momentarily but it feels so erotic being out in public with him and
secretly flaunting ourselves to the unsuspecting passers-by. I am
learning that the thrill of our affair is not just restricted to the actual
physical side of it. The mental side of it, knowing that we are
breaching laws and taboos and no-one can ever know is almost as
exciting. The small possibility of being caught. Spotted by someone
we know while we are holding hands in a shop or he is feeling me
up. The shock, the discomfort. The disbelief.
I take the phone off the hook. I tell friends I am indisposed and I tell
the cleaner, the gardener and the window cleaner to come next week.
I prepare a new set of sheets. I draft boilerplate texts for Alex to send
at appropriate times.
I prepare meals for two of the days and we talk about going out one
evening for a meal as well. He seems bashful about it and calls it 'a
couple thing'.
'That's like...'
'What?'
'You know...a couple thing...'
'And?'
'Well...I just didn't...'
'Think we were a couple?'
'I mean...I love you, Mum. And yes, I'd love to be your...I don't even
know what I would be called?'
'Lover. Son. Partner. Boyfriend. There's a lot of possibilities, Tim.'
'You're winding me up, Mum,' he pouts.
'Maybe a little. But, yes...I know there is the small matter of your
father, but I know what I want. And I want you. And I want us. A
couple.'
'I...I know, Mum. I want it to...to be your everything.'
Barely two weeks in and I have essentially ended my marriage for
him. It was headed that way anyway but he is the avalanche that has
blown it away. We are a couple. More a couple than Alex and I. By
every metric I can think of to measure by. The happiness we bring to
each other, the sex, the passion, the intimacy, the orgasms. I know he
is as thrilled and surprised by this as I am, though there are still many
roads to navigate. We have not started the Mummy-moon yet but
already we are elevating our relationship to new levels.
It almost scares me to think about it. In some way that I am depriving
Tm of a normal relationship with someone his own age. Someone
who may be the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with.
And now I have substituted myself into that role against all manner
of obstacles and objections. I almost need to hear his reassurance. His
repeated affirmations of love. I'm not sure what I would do without
them.
I welcome him into my marital bed. I have never had another man in
here other than Alex and it thrills me to know that the first lover I am
breaking this rule for is my son. I have covered up or removed all the
photos of Alex. I have tidied away my husband's night stand and left
space for Tim. I have relegated Alex's toiletries to the cabinet and let
Tim replace them with his. For the next three days we are to all
intents and purposes man and wife, mother and son.
After Alex has left we ambush each other on the stairs. Despite
having three whole days to ourselves there is always that edge to our
passion. That something will happen that will take us away from
each other. We are discovered, exposed and arrested. Fed to the press
and the judicial system. It is at the back of my head and I
subconsciously search for solutions. All my worries and concerns sit
under the surface. All my appetites and desires are in control and
they will never allow me to separate from Tim.
The first fuck of the day is among the sweetest. We have been apart
for the previous twelve hours so there is always that added thrill of
reunion. After a heavy petting and feeling up on the stairs, I make
Tim wait a little longer as we set the bedroom for him. I remind him
that this is the first time we will be sharing the bed as a couple. Not
only fucking but spooning and sleeping as well. For the next three
days and nights. The image thrills us both. The first three nights of
many I promise him. Even though I have no plan at the moment I
know that we will find a way.
Tim ravishes me on the floor after he has installed his personal effects
about the bedroom and toilet. There is only so long I can make him
wait and I cannot begrudge his impatience. It matches my own. He
turns me over and flips me on my side and then throws me on the
bed. He has learned so much in such a short space of time. It is more
than that I know. He is letting me know. That I am his now. That he
is the only man for me. Our frenzy has already boosted his stamina
so much. I allow him to pound away and feed me orgasm after
orgasm.
He has banished the pain from me. Transmuted it all away and
brought me back to the old me and something more. Something
better. I welcome his cum with a long scream. I don't know where it
all comes from. Jet after jet after jet. Every drop gleefully received in
my pussy. He wraps me in his arms and drags me under the covers.
'Well...that was a nice start to the Mummy-moon.'
'Just 'nice', Mum?'
I slap his buttocks.
'I meant that there's time for us to really explore now.'
'Swing from the chandeliers?'
'Oh, I don't know about that. I think my chandelier-swinging days
are behind me now.'
'You're kidding, Mum. You're the wild one in this relationship. I just
follow your lead.'
I giggle and kiss him. It feels so natural. The two of us lying here. His
cum still sloshing in my pussy. Three more days of this will not be
enough.
'I've been thinking...'
'Mmm?' he answers almost half asleep.
'About the tattoos...'
'Tattoos?'
I tut at him.
'You know...we mentioned about getting tattoos...'
'Oh! Yes...I...I wasn't sure if you were serious, Mum. I like it. I've
always wanted one. I just never imagined it would be to...'
'Commemorate entering an incestuous relationship with your
mother?'
'Commemorate entering my mother, mmm.'
He nuzzles my neck. His hot breath warms my ear. His dick grazes
my hip. I can feel it stirring again.
'You had some thoughts about it then, Mum?'
'A few ideas, yes. More about the design and where to put it.'
'How about a rose?'
'It's a bit clichéd don't you think?'
'Maybe...but that's what you are Mum.'
'A cliché?'
'No...an English rose. Still in bloom, beautiful and fragrant.'
I run my hand over his toned stomach.
'Flatterer.'
He teases me with a kiss.
'Just being honest, Mum.'
'I was thinking more a butterfly. And in the wings I would spell out
'Tim' and 'Son'.'
'Wow...that sounds...great actually. Where would you put it?'
'The small of my back of course. So you could look at it when you're
fucking me from behind. So you could see your name on my body as
you fuck me.'
'Jesus, Mum. I didn't think you could do anything to your body to
make yourself sexier but I was wrong.'
He sits up and runs his hand over my body. I shift over so he can
scope out the location I have marked out for him. He kneads my
buttocks and then works his hands over the small of my back. I feel
his cock spring up and glide against my thigh.
'God, Mum. That would be so amazing. I...'
'What?'
'I mean...if you did that...you and Dad could never...'
'Let's not talk about him, Tim. I love your father, but...I don't think of
us like that anymore. Honestly...I think we've been...God, now this is
a cliché.. we have been drifting apart for a while now. The accident
just put the exclamation mark on it.'
'I love him too, Mum. I just...maybe you're right...let's not talk about
him! Where should I get my tattoo then?'
I pull him up onto his knees. He is already hard again. I trace my
finger over his navel.
'Just in the space between your groin and your stomach. Put my
name there as well. Why not a rose for you then? And in the petals it
can spell out 'Mum' and 'Marion'. So I can look at it when I'm sucking
your cock.'
'You're unreal, Mum. I never imagined...'
'Never imagined what?'
I reach one hand down to play with my clit as I move my mouth
forward and blow over his cock.
'That you'd be at least as horny as me. Probably more!'
'I...I was going to say you have no idea, Tim, but you probably do
have some idea now.'
'No kidding. I mean I knew I was horny, but even you put me to
shame, Mum.'
'I can't help myself, Tim. I suppose I've always been a bit of a
nymphomaniac, but somehow you have pushed me onto a whole
other level. It's unbelievable, but all I can think about is having sex
with you. Just being a whore for you.'
I take his cock in my mouth and try to force it down my throat. I have
been wanting to tease him properly with my mouth for so long now.
I feel it get bigger and harder as I inch it further and further down
my throat. It is too big to take fully but I am game to try. He gently
pushes into me and makes me gag. I look at his belly button and the
spot I have marked out for him. The tattoo I can study as I deep throat
him. It sends a shiver through me and I begin to work my head up
and down his cock.
I feel his legs tremble and I slow down. I take his cock out of my
mouth and lick his smooth balls. So heavy and potent. I pump his
dick as I continue tonguing his balls. As I go to take him in my mouth
again he grunts and releases a blast of cum. The first salvo takes me
by surprise and splatters against my forehead. I manage to pull his
cock down and aim it squarely at my mouth. He shoots warm jizz
onto my tongue and down my throat.
'Oh God, Mum! Oh! Yes! Take it!'
I want to shout back to him. Tell him to douse me with more of his
cum but there is too much of it in my mouth to do anything other
than moan my approval. I lap it down as his dick thrashes in my
hand. He subsides slowly and then almost falls on top of me. I open
my mouth to show him the cum swilling inside it.
'Oh...Mum! I..I just couldn't...I couldn't hold out any more. Just
watching you...watching you suck me. Jesus, I've never been so
turned on!'
I swallow the last draught of cum he has deposited in my mouth and
lick my lips. His warm seed drips down the angle of my nose and
dangles from my nostril.
'More than having sex, Tim?'
'It's all amazing, Mum. I don't know. That was the first time I've
watched you like that. Bent over. Naked. Letting me fuck your
mouth.'
'Mmm. That is a nice image.'
I try to wipe the cum from my forehead and lick it off my fingers.
'Look at the mess you've made. A little warning next time!'
'Haha. You look even hotter than normal, Mum. I barely had time to
realise myself. I just can't control myself around you.'
'We have three days to explore that theory, Tim.'
He uses his hand to clean the last of his cum from my forehead. My
husband has been out of the house for less than a few hours and
already I have filled my belly and pussy with my son's cum. I get up
and hop to the bathroom. Tim grumbles as I slip away but I need to
at least make myself a little more presentable.
I look in the mirror and see there are flecks of cum in my hair and
across my neck. I am flushed and glowing. I feel as light as air. As
though I could float through the entire day. I clean the cum away
quickly and return to bed. Tim is laying outstretched across the
whole length of the bed. I snuggle close to him.
'That was a nice breakfast. Warm and filling.'
'Jesus, Mum.'
'Haha, what?'
'Nothing...you're just...you have a dirtier mind than the average
teenage boy. And I should now.'
'I love sex, Tim. And...I particularly love it with you. You've made
my favourite activity even more special.'
'Hey. it's definitely my favourite activity as well. And I never knew
how good it could be until this, Mum. Until you.'
We rest a little while before we begin our second bout of lovemaking
for the day. Tim takes me from behind on the floor as we watch
ourselves in the wardrobe mirrors. He makes my whole body shake.
My breasts swing like pendulums. My arse quivers. My head jumps
and my hair flops down over my face with each pounding thrust. I
know he is thinking about the tattoo as he feeds me his length from
behind. I want that image to be engraved in his mind. How I belong
to him. How he belongs to me.
Afterwards I send Alex a text to make sure he has reached his
destination safely. I do not wait for a reply and instead drag Tim into
the shower where we can clean up and start another session. He has
never had sex in the shower before and there is a certain unease
about him. He worries about slipping and breaking both of our necks
so we go slowly and deliberately until he delivers the third batch of
his cum into my pussy. The rest of the day passes in a happy haze of
fucking. We fall asleep, sore and contented in each other's arms.
On the second day the pattern is the same though we seem to have
become more domesticated. We feast on each other like older lovers
with a lifetime of pleasuring each other behind us. I don't know how
we manage to make it so fresh and still so familiar. We wake up at
the same point like our rhythms have already acclimatised to each
other's bodies
He slips under the covers as I stir and he awakens me fully with his
tongue. He lavishes my pussy with his saliva. I can feel him rubbing
his nose over my pubic hair and inhaling my scent.
'Happy Mummy-moon, Mum.'
'God, Tim...happy...happy Mummy-moon.'
'You taste so good, Mum. I love your pussy. I want to wake up every
morning eating it.'
'Oh...Tim. I wish you bloody would as well. Ah!'
He sticks a finger in me as his tongue hovers over my clit. He swishes
it from side to side as I play with my nipples. I reach a hand to his
head and push him further into my cunt. His tongue forces itself into
me and laps at my leaking juices. I lift my hips to channel his tongue
closer to my clit. His mouth is relentless. His head dipping up and
down and across my cunt. He holds my thighs up with his hand and
supplicates himself before my pussy. I feel his wet cheeks brush
against my labia. His tongue dripping with my juice. I cannot hold it
back any longer. I clamp my thighs against his head as I scream
pleasure.
'Ah, Tim! Cumming so hard! Make Mummy cum! Yes!'
I pull at his hair as I flood his mouth with juice. My head swishes
from side to side as the orgasm ricochets through my body. It is never
just one. Tim always gifts me several at any one time whether
through his rasping mouth or relentless dick. I cannot keep count of
them all. I cannot chart their path across my body and mind.
We manage to make it out of the bedroom on the second day. The
first day we did not even bother with lunch or dinner so we decide
to recharge by having breakfast. The curtains are all drawn. I wear a
flimsy silk robe and Tim wears boxer shorts with a semi-erection
poking through.
It starts to sink in more. The adventure we have embarked on. The
secret we have erected. As we sit in the kitchen in our little bubble of
joy. Half naked and basking in the afterglow of the most recent
orgasms our incestuous coupling has bequeathed to us. My selfimage is the best it has been in a long time. I am happy to parade my
body for Tim knowing he adores every part of it. It has been so long
since I was this confident at being this naked or barely clothed.
Knowing that it is as much a turn on for my lover as it is for me. It
almost feels normal. Like any other day with a few small differences.
This is our home and castle. Tim and I. There is no-one else that
belongs here to disrupt the happy life we are crafting.
There are no awkward silences. No clunky conversations. We speak
when we want and say what we want. We make love when we want
which appears to be the majority of the time. I make a quick breakfast
of scrambled eggs and sausage and we eat for the first time in almost
a day. It is incredible to think we have not left the bedroom in that
long. All the sex has melded into one, long and unbroken action.
'So, what should we do for the rest of the day?'
We laugh and sip our coffee.
'We should maybe go out? At least try and see the sun? Good for you
apparently.'
'That's certainly one option, Mum.'
'I've made reservations for tomorrow night remember.'
'Oh...yeah. Sounds good. Our first 'couple night'.'
'Our first date more like.'
'True enough. Man, it sounds so good to hear it, Mum.'
'Couple?'
He reaches over the table and grabs my hand.
'Yes. I think...I was a bit shy before. I've never really had a proper
girlfriend you know. I've had sex, but...never a real...a proper
relationship. Sorry, if I seemed a bit off. This is all new to me.'
I squeeze his hand.
'Don't be silly, Tim. It's new to me as well. The having sex with
another family member I mean.'
We chuckle and stare at each other. I think back to that night when
he stumbled home still in the grip of another high. About the first
discussions about taking the weed and trying to at least manage my
pain. A crazy few weeks later and here we are. The pain is gone and
I have gained a lover. I have tipped my world upside down and
found this new horizon much more to my liking.
'Thank you, Mum. I just...I just don't want anything to happen to you.
I don't want you to get in trouble for me. For this.'
I get up and sit on his lap. The now familiar crown of his penis pokes
me from below.
'Don't worry, sweetie. We'll be careful. The restaurant tomorrow is a
little out of the way. No-one will know us and I'm not planning on
knocking the spread off the table to make you fuck me.'
'I know, I know...it's just...I'm a worrier. It only needs one thing to go
wrong and...I don't want to see you get hurt, Mum.'
I squirm in his lap and tease his cock. He draws a breath and I
respond with a kiss.
'I won't, son. No risk, no reward. You're right. We have to be careful.
But I have no intention of giving this up. Of giving you up. There is
so much more I want to do with you.'
We sit and kiss at the kitchen table until our coffee gets cold. I feel
his dick struggle beneath me. Desperate to be freed from its barrier
of cloth so it can devour me once again.
'What should we do then? I feel like just chilling for an hour or two.'
'Hmmm. A little break, Mum. That would suit me to the ground. We
could watch a film?'
'Ok, sure. What do you suggest?'
'Do you want to watch Taboo?'
'The porno? Really?'
'Yeah...why?'
'Well I...I meant a film in general, not necessarily porn though I
would happily watch porn with you. I guess my only question
is...why would you want to watch a porn film about a fictional
mother and son committing incest, Tim? We're actually doing it for
real!'
'That is a fair point...ha. I don't know why I thought that.'
'I don't know why you want to watch incest porn when you could be
having actual incest sex.'
'It does sound pretty stupid when you put it like that, Mum.
Stupid...and horny.'
'It will never not be horny, Tim. I honestly believe that. God forgive
us, but it will never not be horny to think of us committing incest
together. It will never not be horny to think of us fucking each other's
brains out.'
'I know, Mum. I almost...almost wanted to see it just to confirm that
we were doing this as well. It still seems like a fantasy that I will wake
up from.'
'Well...maybe we should film ourselves then. That way you've got
the proof.'
'What?'
'You don't want to film it?'
'No...I mean...I never thought that was an option.'
'Sure, why not?'
'Because if someone else finds it, we could get in a lot of trouble?'
'Who else is going to find it?'
He looks at me sceptically but I can tell the thought excites him.
'Have you watched these kinds of films before then?'
'Well...not specifically. I mean...everyone loves MILFs, right?'
'I don't know...do they?'
'Haha! I just...I just never thought that something like this could
happen. You watch it and it's really horny, but you put it out of your
mind because I guess...part of it is it's someone else's mother and
that's ok even though you're probably may be thinking of your own
mother, but then...most people's mother's aren't as beautiful as you,
Mum. So, maybe it's easier for them to disassociate it, but for me...I
can't. You think you're sick and a freak, but then there's so much of
it, so much of this type of porn and you think, well there must be
loads of other people out there that enjoy the fantasy.'
'We have it both, Tim. The fantasy and the reality.'
'I know, Mum. Though I honestly can't tell them apart.'
We embrace and kiss again. This talk of being filmed is making me
even hornier.
'I'm happy for you to film and keep it safely. Better than watching
Taboo, right? You can watch yourself having amazing incest sex with
your real life mother. No fantasy needed.'
'Wow. I mean...yeah. It was...'
'So you could look at when we're apart?'
'Yeah...'
He shrugs unhappily.
'I know, Tim. It's tough. I'll be honest...I don't what will happen with
your father. I know it won't be resolve quickly anyway, but I want
you to know that I'm happy with you. I'm committed to you.'
'Do you mean that, Mum? It sounds so...not crazy, but I almost don't
want to dare to believe that...you know...there is a future for us.'
'There is, Tim. And it involves love, passion and a hell of a lot of
fucking.'
He snorts and grabs me and we fall in a heap on the floor showering
each other with kisses.
'Take me, Tim. Take me now. We haven't done it in the kitchen yet
have we? We need to christen all the rooms. We shouldn't restrict
ourselves to just our bedroom and the drawing room.'
'Our bedroom. God, Mum. You turn me on so much when you say
that.'
'It is our bedroom, lover-son. Everything in it belongs to us. Belongs
to you. Especially me. Your mother-lover.'
He picks me up and spreads me over the kitchen table. He pulls open
my robe and frees my breasts. I wiggle free from my panties as he
drops his boxer shorts. My heart skips a beat as I see the throbbing
mass of his flesh. I feel so fortunate that it is reserved only for me. To
give love to me. To give cum to me.
'Take me, son. Take me, lover. Fuck me like I'm yours. Fuck Mummy
good! Take Mummy. Fuck me forever.'
The table creaks as he sprawls over it. I grip the tablecloth to hold
myself steady. He pushes my legs back and thrusts himself into me.
My head dangles off the edge of the table as he begins fucking me. I
can feel my juices soaking the cloth. It is impossible to control myself
around Tim. The Mummy-moon has demonstrated that to me now
more than ever. I cannot envisage a future where I am not allowed
to exercise my lust for Tim whenever I want. I dread Alex's return. I
dread what options are left to me. That I can somehow reintegrate
myself into that life when I have already started a new one. At the
start of the Mummy-moon I thought three days would be more than
enough. Now I realise it is far too short a time. Far too short to be
able to do all the things I want. I am not sure there will be scope to
take Tim's cum in all the other rooms. But I know we will try.
'God, Tim! That's so unbelievable...so unbelievably good! I...I think I
really need to film this actually. Make sure...make sure it is as good
as I think it is. Oh!'
'Ah! Yeah! You like that, Mum?'
'I love it!. I love it, son! God, I love it so much!'
'Yes, Mum! Yes! God, I love fucking you, Mummy!'
The slap, slap, slap of our bodies is intoxicating. Mesmerising. The
force ripples all the way up my spine and into my skull. Tim carries
on his loud bawling. I love hearing his frenzied commentary.
'So amazing! I'm fucking my mother! I'm fucking you, Mummy! I'm
going to give you my cum!'
The table shifts as he slams me harder. He pushes my legs further
back. He forces me into positions I thought were beyond me. My
body yields and adapts to him. He feeds new life into me. It is too
much to comprehend or even think about. I cannot hold back any
longer.
'Ah, Tim! I'm going to cum! You're making Mummy cum! Cumming
baby! You're making me cum so hard!'
'Yes, Mum! Cum for me! Cum on your son's dick! Cum for me,
Mummy!'
I try to grab the edge of the table as the orgasm rips through me. I
can hear shouting and screaming and I am not sure if it is my own.
Another reason to film. I want to properly hear the words that come
out of my mouth at the point of orgasm. I hear Tim bellow at me and
know he is enjoying the spectacle of his dick making me cum. I try to
recover my senses. I try to prepare for the next orgasm. And the next
one. A festival of pleasure whenever he slips his dick into me. This
was just the appetiser. I want to be ready for the main event. I want
to be present when he cums in me.
'Prom...promise me, Tim...' I gasp.
'What...what, Mum?' he asks breathlessly.
'Promise me you won't stop...you won't stop fucking me, Tim!
Promise you'll keep...keep fucking Mummy this good!'
Our eyes lock and I know he wants to bend down and kiss me but
does not dare break the climbing rhythm of his penetration. I hold
his shoulders as his balls drum against my buttocks.
'Yes, Mum! I'm...I'm never going to stop! Can't...imagine...anyone
else...just you, Mum. I only want you, Mummy!'
'Yes, Tim! Just you and me! So hot! Love this...love this so much, Tim!
This...incest! Always! Just want to keep doing it! I'm ready for you,
son! Ready for your cum!'
He snarls and throws himself at me even harder. The weight of his
entire body behind his cock as it works in and out of me. It feels like
the table will tip over and spill its incestuous contents onto the floor.
'Tell me...tell me when you're close, Tim,' I pant.
'So close, Mum! So close to...close to filling you! You want this...want
this incest cum? You want this?'
'Yes, baby! Fill me with your cum! I love it! I love feeling you cum in
my pussy, son! Want it so bad!'
The insides of my thighs are deluged. My cunt juice spills onto the
table, a fresh burst expelled with every heaving thrust of his dick.
'Ah, Mum! I'm close! So close! Going to cum in you, Mum!'
'Yes, baby! Give Mummy that cum! Plant that seed in me! I want that
fresh son-cum!'
'Ah....ah! Here it comes, Mum! Ah, God! Love you!'
He pulls his back high as the first load surges into me. We both
exclaim even louder than before. Our voices mingling in ecstasy. Our
bodies conjoined in peerless pleasure.
'Oh, Tim! Yes! Cumming! Oh, God! Love your cum! Love you!'
'Mum! Cumming so hard, Mum! Take my cum, Mummy!'
The table seesaws before Tim leans back. I jerk forward still impaled
on his cock. He grabs me as my pussy continues to gush over his
thighs. I feel like I may pass out from the sensation he has given me.
It is so pure to process. Too much euphoria for my body to distil in
such a short space of time.
'Yes, Tim! Yes, that's so good! So hot!'
'Ah, Mum! So hard! Yes, Mum! Cumming in you!'
It feels like he is frozen in time whenever he cums in me and I have
to compensate by flapping my whole body in pleasure as he injects
the contents of his balls into my spasming pussy. After the last burst
of cum he slips back into the earlier rhythm of his fucking until he
slowly grinds to a halt. He slumps over me and takes my hands. Both
of us utterly spent and exhausted. I do not know how the table has
supported us. All I can think of is the other furniture in the house
that will soon get the same treatment.
I hear him laughing and his spit drops onto my breasts.
'What's so funny?' I ask.
'Mum...you said...at the restaurant tomorrow...you said you
wouldn't knock the spread off and fuck me on the table...are you so
sure now?'
I smirk and pull him into me for a kiss. The sweat drips from his
brow and dribbles through my decollétage and down to my belly
button. We hold each other until his cum is cold in my pussy.
The morning of the third day is tinged with sadness. We both wake
up knowing this is the last time we will stir in each other's arms for
an indefinite period. Alex is due back the following morning and I
have to make preparations for his return. I have to reluctantly move
Tim out and then we have to clean up all the evidence of our
debauchery that has taken place over the past two days.
'Debauchery' is a strange word. Aside from the obvious there is
nothing too warped or disturbed about Tim and I. We have merely
enjoyed each other's bodies to the fullest over the prevailing two
days. If it were anyone else then it would not raise a hackle. I remind
myself that if it were anyone else then it might not be so appealing
to either of us.
I catch Tim watching me while I pretend to sleep. At first I think he
is checking out my naked body, but he tells me it is all just to make
sure that it really is his naked mother lying in bed next to him. I have
to keep telling myself this is all new to him. That I am the first woman
he has shared a lot of these experiences with. He was not a virgin,
but he has admitted to me that in the few days we have spent
together he has far exceeded the sum of his sexual experiences to
date. He has never woken up in bed with a woman. Never learned
how to properly unclasp a bra. Never experienced half the positions
and techniques we have gone through. Never unleashed his bare
cock and cum into a woman.
Tonight is the first dinner date he has been on. We ensure everything
is put back in its original if not rightful place before we start
preparing to go out. Tim helps me pick out a satin midi dress with a
plunging neckline. The anticipation is new to him. Up until now I
have yielded everything to him as soon as he wants. This time he will
have to wait until after dinner before he can feast on dessert.
I decide to drive rather than catching a taxi. Tim feels me up the
whole length of the journey. He drinks in all these new experiences
and intimate rites of passage that other couples go through. It is
gratifying that I get to be the one that breaks him in to all of this. He
leaves creases in my dress from his pawing. We arrive at the
restaurant and the waiter does his best not to raise an eyebrow. It is
clear to him that we are a couple so perhaps he is a little scandalised
at the age difference. Neither Tim or I care. We are both just happy
to be recognised for what we are. Two people in love. We play footsie
under the table and talk about what we will do to each other as soon
as we get home. It is the best 'first date' I have ever had. He even pays
for the meal.
I let him drive on the way home so I can give him his first blowjob in
the car. He is reluctant at first. Scared that he might lose control and
crash with his dick jammed in my mouth. He is quickly dissuaded of
any issues and I soon welcome his cum into my mouth with gusto.
He is right. I am definitely the wilder one in our relationship.
For our last night we retire to his room and bed. We both sense that
with the impending deadline of the Mummy-moon coming up then
every last second of the night will be spent fucking. It will be too
much mess to leave in my room.
His bed is too small and there is an odd smell that I don't want to
investigate too much, but it does not spoil the occasion. I model some
new outfits for him to unwrap from me and again he surprises me
by choosing the more modest and homely ones. I am enough of a
whore without clothes on, I suppose.
We barely sleep. We fuck as though we are racing against the
hourglass and the intrusion of the sad reality into this little window
of heaven we have built for ourselves. There is an underpinning rage.
We shout louder than normal. I cry at the top of my lungs for him to
fuck me harder. I hiss at him and claw his back. He grabs my hair
and hammers my pussy. I bite him as he flushes my pussy with his
forbidden cum. Everything is more intense as our parting looms over
us.
I wait until he has fallen asleep and then slink back to my room,
wistful and numb. I can barely believe the three days is over. All
good times pass quickly and this was the best time I can remember
having. Tim has been perfect, both in bed and out of it. As I lie awake
I experience the first flicker of pain I have had in weeks. It must be
psychosomatic. My body feels the withdrawal from Tim and the
spectre of Alex on the horizon. I rack my brains to try to understand
what to do. The Mummy-moon is over, but the rest of my life with
Tim is just beginning.