Consenting Shoulders (Pt 5)

Consenting Shoulders Pt. 5 | Erotic Incest Story

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Consenting Shoulders (Pt 5 of Broken Shoulders)

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Please read Broken Shoulders (Pt1, 2, 3 & 4) before reading any further.

Ben and I had just fucked, loudly and unbridled in our passions. My orgasm had been hitherto unparalleled in its intensity and strength. It had physically wracked my body to a shuddering husk, it had consumed me and turned my insides out. It had addled my brain and spun my mind into a fearsome maelstrom of pure unadulterated joy, ecstasy and pleasure. It was an orgasm, the likes of which I had never experienced before. I had been fucked by my own son, and I had absolutely loved it.

But it wasn’t just the physical side of things. To have had my own son fuck me, so gloriously and so intensely was just such an incredible ‘high’. I guess physicists will explain about Endorphins etc but all I knew and understood was that I felt incredible.

OK. Before I go any further, I want to clarify that first sentence. I know it’s a cliché. Whenever I’ve read porn stories, a lot of the time the women ‘claim’ it to be the best orgasm they’d ever had. So I don’t blame you if you take that comment with a little pinch of salt. What I will say is this, I know how good it was, and those that have experienced similar things to me may also know it to be true.

But to return to the story, Ben and I lay there in each other’s arms on his University Room bed. I guess we must have both fallen asleep at some point because the next thing I knew, I was awake once more whilst Ben snored gently beside me.

When I woke it was still dark outside and a quick glance at the clock told me it was barely 2.30am. Just 2 hours or so since we last fucked. So of course, I chanced my arm and you all knew I would. I could still feel the alcohol dullness in my head, but an overarching and all consuming feeling of lust and desire meant that I knew exactly what I wanted.

I wanted more cock, and you knew that. We had both cuddled up in the small bed and in each other’s arms, it was difficult to move but I did manage to extract myself from Ben’s strong grasp and then slid down the bed, until my mouth was by his flaccid cock.

I took a deep breath and was intoxicated by the aroma, the sexual scent and musk of pure sex. Our juices, mixed and interacting and forming a smell that was incredible in its ability to drum up memories of our last fuck.

I lifted Ben’s cock gently and Ben moaned dreamily in response. Then holding the shaft, I began to lick and stroke — moving my hand slowly up and down the shaft until, to my utter delight — it began to harden once more. I continued, sucking and licking. I teased his knob with my tongue, and ran the tip along the underside until I reached his balls.

His ball sack now felt a little light, it was not surprising given the amount of cum that Ben had already deposited on me and in me. Not that I was complaining, I just hoped he’d have enough for another fuck. As I was about to take Ben’s cock fully into my mouth, his eyes flashed open.

“Fuck Mum … what … oh god, shit. Well, now I’m awake.” He moaned lowly, before adding “You can fucking wake me up like this anytime you want.”

I laughed to myself. “Oh Son. Believe me — from now on, this will be the ONLY way you’ll be waking up in my house.” I replied seductively.

Ben’s cock shuddered and twitched in my hand and I guessed he liked that idea. I continued to stroke his shaft slowly, tugging on his balls and tickling the knob with the tip of my tongue. I know I’ve said this before, but his cock was just magnificent. Even had he not been my son, I would have delighted at the thought of having that cock in my mouth and my cunt. I loved watching it twitch and jerk to my touch, but I was also aware that despite his stamina, Ben might be needing a longer rest to recuperate.

My clit however, was having none of it. Sending SOS messages to my brain that it was feeling neglected and desperate. I reached down, and yes, I was getting wet. Our first fuck had been lustful, a little frantic and rushed. I wanted this next one to be slower, more intimate and more passionate. So I climbed on top of Ben, and this caused his cock to press up against his stomach and get trapped between us as my own belly felt the firmness of his shaft.

I lowered my mouth onto his and we kissed deeply, as I rolled my tongue over his and around his entire mouth. Ben responded lustily, breaking off now and again to nibble my ear. I found that by gyrating my stomach slightly, I was actually able to get movement over the cock that was trapped between us and with each movement Ben moaned lowly in receiving this unusual pleasure.

After a few minutes of making out with my son, I moved back slightly and offered my tits up to him. Ben didn’t need telling twice, and quickly encircled my nipple with his mouth, teasing and licking it avidly with his tongue. That was when he noticed the bite marks.

“Are … are those teeth marks Mum?” he asked, sounding concerned.

Damn. OK so it wasn’t something I was ashamed of but equally it wasn’t something I wanted to address or explain right there and then.

“Yes.” I sighed, before adding “Kyle did it.”

As I said that, I remember thinking that I maybe shouldn’t have blamed Kyle — after all, I did sort of insist that he bite my tits hard.

“Damn him, mum. He can’t be doing that to you, when I see him I’ll…” he started, but then I interrupted him.

“Leave it Ben. I asked him to bite me.” I replied flatly, hoping that Ben would accept it but knowing he wouldn’t let it go.

His voice grew distant. “You … you asked him to? Why … why would you do that? It’s left a real mark and a big bruise Mum.” He said, sounding now — very concerned.

I sighed deeply, knowing that I at least needed to give an account of it. But how do you explain Pleasure and Pain to someone who doesn’t get it or has not experienced it? I’m not really sure if I understand it myself, and perhaps only the Marquis de Sade himself knew the answer to that.

“A little pain can be a bit of a pleasure.” I offered tentatively, adding “surely you’ve come across that before?”

Ben’s face softened and I felt him relax a bit. “I … I guess. But it looks sore Mum.” He said softly, “Can … can I touch it?”

I laughed loudly then, at his sweetness and his gentleness.

“You know you can touch my tits whenever you like son.” I joked, with a smile.

That sort of did it for him, and he smiled broadly — reassured that this was nothing to worry about. His mouth clamped onto my nipple and he swirled it around in his mouth delightfully, and lapping it with the tip. His other hand came over and began to slowly massage my other breast and it sent me right back to heaven. It felt exquisite and re-ignited the embers of the last huge orgasm I’d experienced.

I cunt still ached for cock, and I was desperate to feel my son inside me once more. That desire had never gone away, from the first fuck of the night. The orgasm had subsided but the lust and passion remained and reverberated in my head, getting stronger and stronger until it could no longer be denied and needed to be sated. My head whirled and my mind went hazy with desire.

“Fuck me, Ben. Please?” I whispered pleadingly in his ear.

Ben didn’t reply. He didn’t need to. From the look on his face I could tell that that was what he wanted too. I rolled on to my side and Ben shifted his position so that he too was on his side. He lifted my leg, parting them as he took his position and that was how he entered me.

Fuck it felt so good when he slid in, no worries about wetness of course since my cunt was now a seemingly endless froth of cunt juice. I felt the tip of his cock nudge my hole and in response my flower opened and Ben sank his cock in. Not all the way, not at first. But he was slow and gentle, almost as if he knew that I wanted to take a bit more time with it this time around.

It felt incredible, and it was almost as if time had stood still. I felt every millimetre of Ben’s cock as it stretched my cunt hole and slid inevitably to its zenith. My passions bubbled and my excitement was through the roof as I accepted my son’s cock deep into me.

To be truthful, I could have stayed like that for hours, with Ben’s cock buried in me. It felt incredibly sensual and erotic. In that position though, I can’t say I was so comfortable — my left leg, as it was sticking straight up in the air and held there by Ben’s hand. I let Ben thrust into me like that for a few minutes, nice slow long strokes that were still powerful and deep. At times I briefly felt his balls slap my arse and god it felt so good, knowing he was going balls deep.

But after a while I began to cramp slightly and gestured to Ben that we needed to change position. But I was his fuck toy now, I had resigned myself to that and so I was going to let him take me in whatever position he wanted. Christ, he could have taken me out into the hallway and fucked me up against the door opposite if he wanted to. I was his now, to fuck when and how he wanted and I was more than content with it.

Ben told me to bring my knees up and then using his hands he pressed down on them. But we found that at that angle, penetration would not be so good so I told him to take the pillows and put them under my hips to lift them up slightly. That worked, oh fuck did it work.

Ben nestled his cock on my cunt hole briefly before sinking himself completely into me. I think even he was surprised by the extra depth he was able to achieve in this position, as his cock slid in fully. Well, let’s face it — there was plenty of lube there.

In that position too, he was able to use the bounce of the mattress to ‘rock’ himself and this gave a very sexy and exhilarating tilt to our fuck. I was already in heaven and in truth, I’ve never wanted more — for the night to never end. I honestly wouldn’t have cared if Ben and I had to do that for the rest of our lives. I know it’s an illogical feeling, but it was just so incredible. My son, my own son was sliding his cock into me and giving me pangs and thrills of pleasure with every thrust. My entire body felt electrified, and then Ben began to tap my clit lightly.