The fire roars next to me but I can barely feel its heat. I am ablaze
with an entirely different feeling. The weather is miserable. The rain
pours down and the wind howls. I can just about make out their
sounds over the cries of my own pleasure.
I hear myself in the background. I am in stereo. We have hooked up
one of the videos we have made to the television. It feels vaguely
narcissistic to be having sex while watching a video of yourself
having sex as well, but you cannot have too much of a good thing. It
turns us on even more to watch the desire we share played out on
screen.
There is a slight disconnect in the footage compared to the type of
sex we are having now. The recorded footage is from a furious
session we had a week ago. In the beginning almost all of our
couplings were like that. Blood and thunder. Cum and saliva. A
flurry of limbs and a cacophony of yelps. That is not to say we have
slowed down. More that we have begun to explore the more sensual
aspects of our lovemaking.
Alex's absences are more frequent and extended. I worried that Tim
and I were being too obvious but I marvel at how oblivious my
husband is. His mind can only be in one other place. I don't need to
investigate further. He has found someone else. There is simply no
other explanation to it. He is furtive and distant and he has
misinterpreted my response as the same as his. The truth is I have
only apathy towards him. Apathy and a budding hope that he will
resolve the problem Tim and I face before we have to force it.
I should be more disturbed at how little he has noticed the change in
me. How over the past few months I have gone from bed-ridden and
crotchety to bouncy and jovial. I tried to tone it down after the
Mummy-moon but I needn't have worried. Alex is truly clueless. So
wrapped in his own world that he does not notice the new one I am
carving out for myself.
The closest he has got to putting his finger on it is a few choice words
about the weed. He believes that is the source of my mood change.
He has noticed the smell and drawn his own conclusions. I am glad
he has gone no further with his detective work. Rather than being
happy for this he chastises me for setting a bad example for Tim by
indulging in these 'stoner sessions'. If only he knew the full extent of
those sessions. Alex thinks it is some form of midlife crisis.
I almost want to laugh. Yes, it almost is some kind of crisis. And I
have resolved it in the way that a number of men do. In the arms of
a younger lover. I'm not sure what Alex thinks he is achieving. It is
clear he is as guilty as me in the ongoing dissolution of our marriage.
The truth is that Tim and I have almost left the weed behind us. I
cannot recall the last time either of us partook in it. It is now a
distraction, something that gets in the way of all the other fun we
could be having. Just like my husband.
Either way, Alex's absence is celebrated fully by Tim and myself. It
has been over a month since the Mummy-moon though I am hardpressed to tell the difference. We cavort at every available
opportunity of which there are many. Alex has almost ruined the
secret thrill of it by being blithely unaware of the ongoing affair
between his wife and his son. I did not realise how much the
cuckolding aspect excited me.
It does not appeal to Tim as much as it does me. I think on some level
he feels sorry for his father, though obviously not acutely enough to
want to stop or even slow our incestuous lovemaking. For Tim, the
fact he is sleeping with his mother on an ongoing and regular basis
is thrill enough for him. And for me as well.
There was no more searching or curiosity for me. It felt like I had
come to the end of a long sexual odyssey, travelling through many
different kinks and vices in search of the one that would somehow
keep me both enthralled and hooked. Something that would not fade
or grow dull and rust along with my libido. A secret so dark and
thrilling we could never share. A lust so perverse it could never be
matched. The sound of my own voice tells me all I need to know.
'Yes, Tim! Harder! Harder! Fuck Mummy harder!'
We have lowered the volume on the television but somehow the high
pitch of my sex voice booms across the room. I almost wonder if it
can be heard through the windows.
I am on all fours on the living room rug. The fire is on and Tim is
behind me slowly guiding his dick in and out of me. His hands rest
atop the shelf of my buttocks as we both watch ourselves from a
week ago.
'You're...you're so loud, Mum,' he whispers behind me.
As if on cue there is another outburst from the footage.
'That's it! Yes, right there! Yes, harder! Pound me harder! Fuck me
with that son-cock! Make Mummy take it hard!'
I smile to myself and push back on his dick. I am more proud than
embarrassed.
I love to watch the video back. Especially like this when Tim and I
are enjoying a sensual screw without the frenetic pace of the video.
We can almost talk and pass comment and pick out our favourite
parts. Alex and I have made videos previously though with
disappointing results. I used to cringe at watching myself back and
all our awkward motions and unedifying poses. It was quite
mortifying when I first watched myself having sex. People don't give
porn stars enough credit. It is no mean feat to pull off looking good
when having sex.
'Mmm...I'm...loud because of you, Tim. Did you ever think of that?'
He bashes into me with his hips by way of reply and I gasp before
switching my attention back to my performance. The difference on
film with Tim was remarkable. I was a different person when I was
having sex with him. Our fucking was more fluid, intimate and
natural. Nothing was clumsy or out of kilter or wince inducing. It
was like we instinctively knew how best to tease and please each
other. There was no script, but our bodies knew all the lines and
scenes and executed them to perfection. I was a different woman
with Tim. He had transformed me into the best version of myself.
Not just on film. I had never been so confident or proud of my body.
I had never felt so wanted and desirable. I had never known this
default happiness and horniness.
'Yes, son! More! More! Don't stop fucking me! Mummy needs to be
fucked by you! Only you, son!'
It was hard to pick a favourite scene. I loved the angle of me on all
fours as Tim smashes into me from behind. Seeing myself grip the
sheets so forcefully. Watching my head snap back and forth with
every furious thrust from behind. Grit my teeth as my eyes roll back
in my head with each approaching orgasm. Tim switching his hands
from gripping my hips to grabbing my shoulders when he was close
to cumming. How he would alternate between pushing my back
down or pulling my body up with my arms so he could rear up in
me. I am like a puppet he is manipulating with his dick.
'I love watching you, Mum. Almost as much as I...oh...love being in
you.'
I bite my lip as he gropes my dangling breasts.
'Oh yeah, baby. It's the hottest thing I've ever seen.
Watching...ah...and knowing you're going to cum in me soon.'
'Ah yes....yes, Mum. It sure seems...seems to be heading that way.'
We took it around the house. Captured orgasms in every conceivable
nook and cranny. I liked the ones in the drawing room best. There
was that added sense of nostalgia for me. Seeing the room where we
had gradually developed our feelings for each other, the hours of
weed smoking and blowback and stoned chatter. And then on film,
unfettered, full on, rampant lovemaking in the same small space.
The horniest thing is listening to myself. I had always been partial to
a bit of dirty talking, but with Tim I am reaching heights of profanity
and filth that almost shock me.
It is almost incessant from the time Tim enters me to the time he fills
me with his seed. 'Fuck Mummy!', 'Fuck me harder, son!', 'Put your
cum in Mummy!', 'Give Mummy that cum!' and every other
variation and permutation possible. A stream of the nastiest
outbursts interspersed with the moans and groans of yet another
orgasm. I noticed Tim became quieter as we went on and our
dialogue was mostly of me screaming as he fucked me and then a
roar when he came. He said he was too busy concentrating and if he
listened to everything I said then he would cum far too soon.
The sound of his slapping in the video increases and my sex voice
rises in tempo with it to become my cum voice.
'Ah! Ah! Tim! Cumming, Tim! Cumming so hard on your dick! Son!
Yes! Yes!'
We both purr as we listen to my screams. The perfect backdrop to
what will eventually be another profusion of cum in the here and
now.
'Give me that seed! Want that cum, son!'
Tim stops to take a breath. We pause to watch our shared ecstasy on
screen. It feels so potent to have his dick sheathed in my pussy, warm
and hard. We wait as the final blistering orgasms are played out and
our past selves collapse in blissful exhaustion.
'God, Mum. I don't know how I keep up with you.'
'Probably all the slacking off you do...like now.'
He spanks my arse cheek and bends over to kiss me between the
shoulder blades.
'Let's switch, Mum. I want to see your face when I cum in you.'
He pulls his sticky cock from my equally sticky cunt and flips me
over. I spread my legs as he pulls me towards him. I puff away a
strand of hair that has become stuck to my face. It feels like a sauna
in here. We could probably have dispensed with the fire. Our
mingled bodies supply all the heat we will ever need.
Tim adjusts his body to find his preferred angle before plunging his
dick in me. He lowers himself to the hilt and brings his face to mine
so we can kiss.
'I think that was the end of it, Mum.'
'There must still be room in the memory card?'
'There is, but you never give me chance to set up before you jump
me!'
'Oh, quit your whining...and fuck your horny mother!'
'Yes, Ma'am!'
He eases himself in and out of me as I hang my arms around his neck.
We fuck in relative silence with only the warm blast of the fireplace
underscoring our gentle moans.
'I love this, Tim...mmm. So nice to have a long and thorough fuck.'
'Just...just glad I can last this long now, Mum. Feels like I was blasting
off straight way when we started!'
'Not straight away...and certainly not before you made me cum
anyway, son. In fact, you have not failed to make me cum so far.
That's a pretty good streak...congratulations!'
'Heh...thanks...thanks, Mum. It's amazing what you can do...when
you have the right inspiration. Oh!'
My pussy quivers and teases his cock. The first tickle of orgasm runs
through my body.
'I love to hear you, Mum. Love to hear what you say when I'm ready
to cum.'
'Mmm. So bad, isn't it son? The heat you put me in. I can't control
myself.'
'So horny when you say 'seed', Mum. Makes me cum even harder
thinking about it.'
He moves faster in me and I moan as his cock sluices juice from my
cunt.
'See...seed? Yeeesss...want to feel that son-seed in me. Shooting
into...into my pussy and then up...up into my womb.'
He pumps himself harder and I grab his hips to steady my
outstretched legs.
'Your womb, Mum? You...you want me to fill your womb? You want
me to...'
'Yes...yes, Tim. Yes, son...I want it. I want you to fill me with your
seed. I want that...I want...'
'You want what, Mum? Say it! You want a baby? You want your son's
baby?'
'God! Tim...I love you so much! Ah...I want to be your whore...I'll do
whatever you want. Let Mummy be your whore!'
'No, Mum. Say you want it as well. Say you want us to have a baby.
Tell me you want my baby!'
'I'll...ah...I'll be a mother and a grandmother...'
'Oh...yeah...Is that weird? Tell me you want it, Mum...tell me you
want it. You want my cum, Mummy?'
'It...it's a little weird, but a lot horny, Tim. God, this was always going
to happen...wasn't it, baby? I...I need that cum...Mummy has always
needed that cum!'
'I love you, Mum. You're my queen...my...my incest queen. I want
this. I want you to...ah...I want you to have our baby. And then I want
to do it again, Mum. I want to give you lots of grandchildren. I want
to fill you again and again and again with my cum.'
'You...oh...Tim...you sick....you sick, magnificent...bastard. God...it
sounds so fucking horny. So fucking sick and horny. You really want
it? Want me to have your baby? You want this? You want to get your
mother pregnant? Fucking her isn't enough for you anymore? Ah!'
He is banging down on me now and we have reached our usual
frenzied pace. I tilt my head back as the latest orgasm builds in me.
'Say it, Mum. Say it!'
'I...say what...ah! Gonna cum, Tim! You're making me cum again!
Mummy's cumming!'
'Say...you want your son's seed. Say...say you want your son's baby!
Say...you want your son to impregnate you! Tell me you want...you
want this cum to give you a baby, Mum! Say you want it, Mummy!'
'I'll...ooooh...I'll say it, Tim. You...you have to make me cum first!
Make me cum and then I'll make you cum! And I'll say enough for
the both of us...'
He roars and pummels me with his dick. I have never seen him this
animated or forceful. He fucks me like a man possessed. Like a man
performing his last act on this earth. Like he is trying to break his
dick off in my pussy. I give a guttural howl.
'Yes, Tim! Oh, God! Cumming again!'
'Say it! Say it, Mum!'
He drills me even harder. The bones collide. The muscles pop. The
juice of my cunt sprays as if to cool the friction between our bodies.
'Yes, son! Want that seed! Put it in me! Give me your baby! Knock
your horny mother up! I want it so bad! I want our baby! Mummy
wants your baby!'
He bellows and blasts me with his cum. Thick and heavy fans of cum
unload deep in my cunt. I clutch him tight as his dick flails inside me.
'Ohhhh, Tim! That's it! So much seed! You're giving me a baby, Tim!
You're going to make Mummy pregnant! Yes, fill Mummy with your
son-seed!'
'Ah, Mum! Yes! Yes, keep saying it! Keep taking it! Oh, God!'
'Yes, Tim! Son! Put that cum in my womb! Give me a baby! Give me
your baby! I want your baby so bad! Make Mummy pregnant!'
We elevate ourselves to another level. An even higher realm than the
one we have discovered all those weeks ago. This is even more
radiant and magical. So perverse and yet so irresistible. I adore it. I
am not ashamed of it. I just want to keep feeling like this forever.
I feel his full weight on me. He is the same as I am. Barely conscious.
Addled with euphoria. Sick with lust. Twisted with desire. This
wonderfully warped love that binds us together. Thoughts that
would have been disturbing and objectionable before all of this are
now impossibly compelling and inescapable. It was always going to
be this way. Everything just fell into place. It could not be an
accident. None of it. The tumble from the horse, the recovery, the
weed, the courtship and now this. The pregnancy.
There were no barriers or obstacles. Everything that was an
impediment was removed. It must be fate, I tell myself as I hold my
son tight, his dick still clamped firmly in my cunt. It must be written
somewhere that I would end up like this. That we would end up like
this. I have never been happier or more excited. A new chapter is
open and there is much that must be recorded