Literotic asexstories – The Undeniable Pt. 05 by CrimsonXpassion,CrimsonXpassion Be aware: This is a work of taboo fantasy and the characters are fictional and are 18 years or older. Please leave a comment if you will. Your opinion is valuable for me to keep going.
Chapter: 1
Go Beyond Plus Ultra
In swim meets, when it comes to competition in open water, the weather is a key factor for the event to take place. Lucky for us, the day is sunny with just a few clouds on sight. At least, that’s what I had the time to observe all morning right before I plunged into the cold water of Gull Lake among my competitors at the go-ahead.
Wearing nothing but a swim cap on my head, goggles for my eyes and a Speedo, my shoulders were rolling fast with my hands digging on the surface of the water, while my feet were kicking, following the pace of my arms. There were ten of us in total as we started racing across the lake, freestyle.
If I was honest with myself, I had felt nervous about the championship during the whole trip from Toronto to Gravenhurst. It didn’t get any easier while me and the guys were at the campus, practicing our swimming techniques, or tediously waiting for the game to begin. It was like the anxiety was eating me alive in my stomach. However, as soon as I dove into the water from the dock, all the tension on my nerves and all the bad thoughts miraculously disappeared. The cool water simply washed it all away, rushing all over me, as I pushed my way ahead of the swimmers that I managed to outpace.
At this very moment, all of the training and all of the hard work I dedicated myself to earn my place in the competition, suddenly kicked in. It was such a boost for my confidence that all my fears and doubts became nothing but water under the bridge. Just like I practiced so many, many times, I maintained control over my breathing and stayed as flat on the surface as possible, catching and pulling the water as if my hands had transformed into paddle blades. In my mind, the race and the huge lake turned into my whole world.
Through my goggles, I quickly noticed after a few glimpses out of the water that four of my nine competitors were already ahead of me, not good. If I were to let them go too far, I might never catch up in time. So I accelerated the pace by swiftly moving my four limbs collectively, using flexibility and precision to propel myself forward and maximize the momentum I kept on building up.
On water, or on solid ground, racing isn’t just about speed or endurance; it’s also about strategy. Like coach Bishop taught us, well-planned pacing and tactical decisions can make a substantial difference. And proper pacing ensures that I use my energy efficiently throughout a race.
“Don’t burn yourself out too early,” he said to me earlier this morning, one on one, in the changing room. “Settle into an even pace at seventy percent of your max speed. Save the rest for the end. You don’t win in swim meets with just your body. It’s a mental battle in which you got to keep your head in the game. So I want you to think like a winner. Why? Because I know you’re gonna do great today. Once you hit the water, find the guy in front of you and speed up for a few seconds to pass him. Then find your pace again. You’re gonna take them out one at a time. When your body tells you that you can’t do it and you should quit, don’t you dare listen to it. Just keep moving like I know you can, and focus on what you do best, you hear me?”
Remembering the words of my coach by heart, my movements quickened as I persevered in boosting myself onward, paddling and kicking like a well-oiled machine. And with laser-fixed concentration, I managed to swim past the nearest guy before I decelerated to a degree to remain in fourth place in the race. A minute later, or so, conserving my energy, I pushed through again to get ahead of not one, but two other competitors in one fell swoop. It took me a moment to realize thus far that I had come in second place behind the guy in the lead, just a few strokes ahead of me.
By his bulk alone, I immediately knew who he was. Andrew Pearson, the ‘mister big shot’ of one of Seaside High’s biggest rivals. He was the one who won last year’s championship and the year before that. The guy was like a sea train in “One Piece,” paddling and pushing his way through, as if the density of the water couldn’t slow him down.
No matter, he may be bigger and stronger than me, but that doesn’t mean I can’t beat him. And so as we were already halfway across the lake, I sped up just enough to keep up with Andrew, but not too much so as not to tire myself out to death. For now, I must be patient and wait for the right moment. Just keep it up. Just catch the water, pull yourself forward, finish each move efficiently to propel yourself and recover to do it all over again. Catch, pull, finish and recover. Catch, pull, finish and recover.
I couldn’t know for sure how long I’d been at it, but as soon as I saw the blue, inflatable arch of the finish line a fair distance ahead of us, I knew then that my time was near. So I started to increase my speed at eighty percent in order to catch up with my formidable competitor, one inch at a time. At that very moment, something snapped. All of a sudden, every last thought irrelevant to what was happening now simply vanished. In my mind, there was no past or future, only the present, the here and now. Progressively, my body began to move as if it perfectly knew what it had to do.
“You boys are still thinking to move instead of just moving,” coach Bishop lectured us a while ago, during my early days with the White Makos. “Especially you, Throndsen. Your brain can only send messages through your nervous systems so fast. So the more you overthink, the more you limit yourself when it’s time to act. The moment you take the plunge, let go of every piece of useless crap that’s in your head. You hit the water; the water becomes your whole world, your whole life. If you want to win, think of the reason why you want to win so badly and one thing only.”
That’s right, I want to win. Why? Not because I wanna be the best, not because it would help me a lot for my scholarship in college, and not even because of my dream of joining the Olympics. The main reason why is because my mom is waiting for me on the other side. It was thanks to her and her unyielding support and unconditional love that I had made it this far. I won’t be content in finishing in second place. I won’t be told that I merely did my best. I will be first, I will make her proud. Because I’m the man she deserves!
Therefore, in my newfound determination, I didn’t need any convincing to feel that I had just entered the flow, a state of mind that instantly made my movements more energetic and my focus sharper than ever. It was as if I got injected with adrenaline, as my four limbs were independently moving faster with little to no thoughts at all. I barely needed to assess anything to know then and there that I was right now a meter away from Andrew, still at the top of his game. Plus, the bloated arch of the finish line was less than half a yard away, judging how it was growing in size with each stroke that we made.
It was settled. If I was going to out maneuver him, it had to be now no matter what the cost. And so as I began to breathe in more air to supply my lungs at work, I picked up the pace closer and closer to one hundred percent, even though my muscles were burning hot as I was aiming to overcome my limits. If my feet were kicking almost as fast as the impeller of a jet ski in full speed, my arms might as well be like the rotating drive rods of a locomotive. In this moment, I felt as if I just ran into a Super Star in “Mario Kart” without the theme playing in my ears.
I was doing it! No, I already did it! I actually managed to outpace Andrew who never saw me coming. I can do it. I can win this. Gotta move faster, though, I can’t give him any chance to catch up. Yet, he didn’t waste any time to do just that, swimming rigorously on my right side. The finish line wasn’t so far now. The competition felt more real than anything else, as we kept on swimming like hell as if we had hungry sharks on our tails.
Andrew, however, surprised me yet again by going ahead even faster than I could have anticipated. Looks like the big guy still had some juice left in him, which appeared to be enough to cast me in second place… again. No, I won’t let this end here, not in a long shot. I gotta keep my eyes fixed on my chance of victory, no matter how slim. I won’t stop fighting until I win first place in this FUCKING RACE!
“FWEEEET!” sounded a whistle held by the referee from a boat nearby, at the moment the finish line was crossed, finally.
As soon as I realized it, I stopped the second I could hear the noise of people cheering gradually louder as I let the water spill out of my ears. By then, I turned around and saw Andrew standing near me now that our feet could touch the bottom of the lake. Given that he is over six feet tall, the water was up to his shoulders while it was up to my neck. I couldn’t help but wonder what had happened. Did I win, did I lose?
Judging by the equally astonished look on his well-chiseled face topped with short, dark brown hair, he appeared to be as clueless as I was. That was until the ref called it with his megaphone in hand.
“FIRST PLACE, NOAH, TEAM WHITE MAKOS. SECOND PLACE, ANDREW, TEAM TYPHOON.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. I won… I fucking won! Somehow in the heat of the moment, I couldn’t believe it. Even after all the work I had put into it, after all of the preparations I’d made for this moment to happen, I was blown away as the declaration of my victory took a second to sink into my brain. As if I needed further proof, the crowd gathered at the beach were cheering and making noise using bambams, cowbells and stadium horns. Their crying cheers were music to my ears, while me and Andrew were swimming and walking our way on land.
“Good shit, man,” the guy said to me, as soon as we were up to our waists out of the water.
Surprised by the compliment, I glanced up at him straight in the eye, as we both took off our goggles, for me to sooner realize how sincere he truly was, smiling like the good sport he is. I had mixed feelings for a short while. To be honest, I only ever knew Andrew by reputation or during the swim meets in which we competed. To me, he was always the winner, the mister big shot, the ace swimmer of Team Typhoon who must’ve been so full of himself after all of his wins until today. Right then, I knew how wrong I was about him, as I raised my hand and closed my fingers for my fist to bump against his, as a sign of respect.
The next thing I knew, my teammates were all over me, hugging me and tapping my shoulders while jumping around me and cheering loudly at my ears, as if I just won them the championship. I was just as thrilled and excited by the accomplishment of swimming across an entire lake, even though I was still catching my breath and that my body was urging me to take a seat or lie down somewhere.
We were walking up on the beach of Gull Lake Rotary Park when Coach Bishop showed up next to lay a firm hand on my shoulder and display the biggest smile he ever had on his face.
“You see, what did I tell ya?” he said, congratulating me with the look of a proud daddy in his eyes. “I knew you had it in you.”
“Thanks, coach!” I responded with emotion, right after I launched at him to give him a quick strong hug. “Thank you for everything.”
Those are the kind of moments that will stay with me forever. Knowing this from the depth of my heart, I thought I was about to cry when I saw my mom standing at the front of the crowd with an air horn in hand. The loud, bellowing sound of the instrument echoed in the air, while she was shouting among the other people who were either praising or encouraging the other swimmers to make it to the finish line as well.
Wearing a light green V-neck shirt and a pale pair of jeans, she looks as classy as any respectable woman should be, and as fine as the hottest of MILFs with her alluring curves which complement her silhouette in all the right places of her shapely, full-figured body. From what I could tell by the way her lips were moving, while speaking to everyone around her, I could certainly tell what she was telling them multiple times.
She was yelling, “That’s my boy! That’s my son!”
Chapter: 2
A Champion’s Reward
Today was a great day for the White Makos, for everyone in the team did our school just as proud as I have. Either in open water or in the pool at Gravenhurst YMCA, we’ve earned just enough points to win this year’s championship. Martin did a phenomenal job in backstroke style, beating the timing of every contender with his quick flipping technique. Tristan did just as well in breaststroke as his match almost ended in tie if it wasn’t for his determination to go the distance. Matt did his best as well swimming in the butterfly style effectively without faltering for a second. He was pretty upset of winning second place instead of first like most of us in our team of twenty guys. Luckily, it was nothing a few slices of delicious pizza couldn’t fix at “Pizza One Muskoka” with the whole gang and their families at 5 PM while the sun is still shining over our heads.
“Alright boys, listen up,” coach Bishop spoke, standing on the red porch of the restaurant, holding the big trophy that we won for our school. “Before you stuff your mouths until you puke, I have a few things to say. First of all, I am extremely proud of every single one of you. You did exactly what I expected of you and more. If it was up to me, I would’ve kept you in this great team for another season or two. Sadly, all good things have to end for the next one to come. Some of you will go to college and the rest you will find something else to do, something worth living for. Today, you are no longer boys. Today, you are men who have earned the right to call themselves champions. And as champions with everything that I’ve taught you and after everything that you’ve been through, the experience and knowledge that you’ve gained will give you the strength to get you through this thing called “life”. I believe in that. So here’s to you, to the Makos and to your youth while you still got it!”
And to that, we raised our drinks and cheered for our coach who was like a father to some like me. It feels kind of weird when I think about it. After six years of doing school stuff at Seaside High with the teachers I liked and the friends I made, leaving all of it behind, including the team isn’t as easy for me as I once thought. It’s like moving away from the place you set up your roots only to go someplace else to the unknown. Yet at the same time, I’m relieved. Finally, I can go out there free to go outside in the world to make the next steps that will bring me closer to my dream. Being done with that chapter of my life is bittersweet, but mostly sweet of all things.
The best thing to do right now is to make the most of it with friends and with the plat of four different slices of pizza for me to savor. The only thing that would taste better however is the pussy of the woman who I can’t wait to spend some quality time with. Thinking of her, my phone vibrated in my pocket. Making sure that my buddies were too busy eating and talking to each other around our picnic table, I swallowed my mouthful of pizza and wiped off the grease from my hands with a napkin before I pulled out my phone and checked the text that I just received. My smile widened as soon as I saw the image of my mother on the notification.
(Vivian: Hey, honey! Are you having a great time?)
Earlier after our big win, she decided to go back at the hotel where she slept last night while I stayed at the campus. After it was all over, I wanted to come with her, but she insisted that I should spend some time with my friends since I might not see most of them for a while. Besides that after all the excitement at the swim meet, she needed some time alone to chill before my arrival. More than disposed to answer her message, I began to text back while making sure that none of my guys would sneak up on me and snatch my phone away like a dick as I am used to.
(Noah: I’m good. coach Bishop gave us a great speech just a minute ago. What are you doing?)
(Vivian: Just relaxing, taking a bath. I could get used that if we had a tub at home.)
(Noah: That would be nice…and fun 😉.)
(Vivian: I know, maybe I’ll do something about that while you’ll be in college.)
(Noah: That’ll be nice.)
(Vivian: What would be nice is to have you giving me a nice foot massage in the tub with me.)
Enjoying how the conversation was turning, I was just about to write something witty or naughty right until I received an uploading image that Mom just send. My eyes quickly popped open as the image was of her bare legs all wet and partially covered in foamy bubbles. I could feel my erection rising inside my pants as I nourished my eyes with the pleasant curves of her shapely calves and the sweet thickness of her thighs as my sexy mother had her juicy legs rested over the edge of the bathing tub to put on a show for me.
(Vivian: I’m feeling pretty wet and hot right now. If only some hunky stud could join me right now.)
At that instant, my heart rate started to accelerate. Mom really did get the hang of dirty talking and sexting pretty fast over the last few months. Sometimes she would send me photos of her deep cleavage from her office at home with her plentiful boobs showing with a half unbuttoned shirt. And several times in a row, she would show me pictures of her trying out a new underwear and lingerie at the store while I was out either to train or to hang out with my friends. I never got tired admiring my hot mother’s big, round, matronly ass into those numerous J-strings that she bought for me to enjoy the view. Her little games always did the trick to ignite my desire for her, and it’s sure as hell working now as my eyes were still glued to the appetizing flesh of her legs. I instantly became hungry for something more than just food, licking my lips as my mouth was watering.
(Vivian: I won’t mind the company. Could use some help with that itch I know you can scratch, big boy.)
(Noah: Is that an invitation?)
(Vivian: Take a guess :p)
Suddenly, a new image popped up. And to my arousal, it was a picture of her large, yummy mommy breasts, looking luscious and supple with her wild berry sized puffy nipples. God damn! No matter how many times I see them, they always seem more beautiful than the last time I saw them. The memory of their weigh and softness is enough to make my genitals hot with anticipation, knowing what is waiting for me.
(Noah: I want you so bad right now!)
(Vivian: Oh yeah, what are you gonna do to me?)
Sensing that the exchange is about to get hot and naughty, I got up from the table as casually as I could and tugged the hem of my hoody down my hips to hide the bulge in my pants. Leaving my plat half finished, I went for the bathroom, locked myself inside a toilet stall and wiped the toilet bowl with toilet paper before I sat down with my elbows on my lap. With my privacy secured, I began to type the first thing that came into my mind to answer my mother’s question.
(Noah: First, I’m gonna let off steam, pumping my seed inside you.)
(Vivian: Oooh, promising! I bet there’s gonna be a lot where that comes from. I kept you pent-up during the whole trip here, didn’t I?)
(Noah: Don’t remind me. It was torture having you beside me in the car for two hours without touching you. And then spending the night without you was frustrating as hell.)
(Vivian: You shouldn’t complain. A little frustration never killed anyone. Mommy only made sure that her precious man saved all his dopamine for the competition. In the end, it all worked out, champ.)
(Noah: Well now that that’s done, I’m gonna take you and show you how grateful I really am.)
(Vivian: Are you hard?)
(Noah: Very hard, so hard and long I will poke your cervix.)
(Vivian: Now you’re talking :D! Tell me more.)
Fuck I’m so horny right now! So much so that I unzipped my pants and pulled out my rigid cock to grab it and rub the shaft discretely.
(Noah: I will fuck you raw in that tub. Then I’m gonna wash your pussy clean and eat you in bed, and I wanna do it with your ass on my face.)
A moment went by as it took a short while before my mother could reply, undoubtedly just as enthusiastic and aroused as I am.
(Vivian: Oh baby, I want that! I want your tongue in my pussy. You won’t mind If I suck your cock, won’t you? I miss it so much.)
(Noah: Are you kidding?! I’ll 69 you any day, any time. Your smoke meat sandwich is the best.)
(Vivian: Oh, you silly, dirty boy! I can’t believe I managed to raise such a naughty young man.)
(Noah: That’s because everything about you drives me crazy. I want to suck your tits and spank your butt so bad I might burst.)
(Vivian: Oh no you don’t, mister! Your seed deserves better than to be wasted on toilet paper. I want it all for myself; in my pussy, my mouth, my face and my tits.)
(Noah: Even in your anus?)
Upon sending the message clearly without thinking with my dick in my hand, my boldness surprised even me as I awaited my mom’s response. And when she did, I felt more thrilled and excited.
(Vivian: NOAH MICHEAL THRONDSEN!! What kind of animal are you?)
(Noah: The kind that’s going to walk straight to the hotel, barge right into your room and take what’s his by ravishing his prize till his balls are empty.)
(Vivian: Alright that’s it, buster! Come to me right NOW!)
(Noah: YES MA’AM!)
Without further ado pent up as I am, I pushed my genitals back into my underwear and got up on my feet with the fly of my zipper back in place. Therefore, I was as hasty as if I had a plane to catch, walking out of the bathroom, saying my goodbyes to the gang with high-fives and hugs, including coach Bishop, and took my gold metal and trophy with me on my way out. The journey to the hotel is a thirty-minute walk along the main street, which is okay to help me digest the pizzas that I’ve eaten.
Gravenhurst is a nice place, very lively and hospitable with very nice people. I probably wouldn’t mind staying here with the woods and the lakes around Muskoka. But that’s not what was entirely in my mind at the moment. Right now there’s a beautiful, sexy milf waiting for me, and I’m not aiming to disappoint. Thus so twelve minutes later after I spotted the twenty-five story building, I made my way inside and took the elevator without giving a single glance to the receptionist. The anticipation of spending the rest of the day and a maybe the whole night with my mother who can be such a nympho was giving me a harder boner than earlier as I was ascending at the eighth floor.
Though she isn’t a complete sex-addict, things got a little spicier lately since I graduated out of high school. With no more homework, studies and exams to worry about, there was no need for us both to hold back anymore. That was until the day we left Toronto for the grand event that was today. Now that my calendar is cleared for good until college, we will have a great time fucking around, being together out there where people are oblivious to the true nature of our relationship. The excitement made me lunge out of the elevator as soon as the doors hatched open at the exact floor where I strode off to my left to find room 213. With the keycard that Mom gave me to unlock the door, I Entered without knocking or announcing myself and stepped inside a room with fine furniture and a deluxe king sized bed. The place is traditionally modern, nicely luxurious and seems pretty cozy. But that didn’t distract me for a minute as I laid down my golden metal and the trophy that I won on a small table, took off my shoes and lifted my hoodie from my shoulders to leave it behind carelessly while heading towards the bathroom door left half open. That was when I heard the sound of water rippling followed by a delicate splash. The moan of pleasure to which I’m very familiar with sooner came out of there like music to my ears before I gave the door a little push to have a peek on the other side.
The fancy bathroom dimly lit was provided with a whirlpool corner bathtub equipped with one chrome polished shower head on one side and one faucet on the other. And in that tub filled with hot water and covered in bubbles, my mother, Vivian was there bathing with her breasts just beneath the surface while her head is comfortably rested against a pillow made of soft rubber. With her bronde hair tied up in a bun, she looked as beautiful as ever, all relaxed with her eyes peacefully closed and her divine, round face gifted with fair skin and pouty lips.
“Mmmhh!” she suddenly moaned again, nibbling her lower lip as if something was stimulating her down her loins.
And there was no doubt in my mind that that “something” is one of her hands playing with her clit. I can also bet that she is playing with one her nipples as well under the foamy water judging how her pleasure seems to be mounting slowly.
“Oh, baby…hurry up!” she pleaded with her eyes still closed as if trying hard to imagine me eating her pussy down below. “I need you right now.”
“I’m here,” I casually said as I came in the bathroom without warning with a big grin on my face.
“AH, oh my god!!” Vivian loudly yelped as her arms instantly erupted out of the water to cover her breasts instinctively before she recognized me just as quickly. “Damn it, Noah, you scared me!”
“Sorry, I couldn’t resist. Hope I didn’t ruined the mood.”
“I dunno, take off your clothes and we’ll see,” she replied after a moment, chuckling in relief as she regained her composure with a sweet, toothy smile before she lowered her arms from her chest while still sitting in the tub.
With fire coursing through my veins, and my heart pumping in my chest, I grabbed the hem of my shirt for starters and lifted the garment up my torso to sooner ditch it behind before I got to fumble with my pants that fell on the floor just as easily. The urging desire in my mom’s eyes was so apparent while she was staring at me like I was a delicious meal for her alone to devour.
Wearing nothing but my boxers, my ego was boosting up seeing my mom watching and delightfully admiring all the contours of my hard earned muscles of my fit body at the prime of my youth. This only confirms how I wasn’t the only one who’s been looking forward for this.
“C’mon, honey, lose the underwear and get in here,” Vivian insisted with a finger pointed inside the tub as if to make me take a bath like when I was a toddler.
“Show me the merchandise first,” I replied holding the waistband of my boxers like a belt just about my hips where my pubic hair was showing below my flat navel.
As if she needed to think about it, Mom tilted her head and glanced aimlessly sideways like when she has a little debate with her thoughts until she came to her decision with a simple nod.
“Okay, pervert. Have at it.”
That said, she gathered her legs under her while gripping the edges of the acrylic tub, and rose up. I was easily captivated and increasingly aroused as the water briefly cascaded down the curves of her lovely body until only droplets were dripping from the tip of her fingers. The bulge between my legs couldn’t be more obvious as my eyes were entirely feasting on my mother’s ravishing assets.
Her meaty, thick thighs, her wide, childbearing hips below her waist, and even her midriff soft on the edges were all incredibly appealing beyond reason. Not to mention her amazing boobs half covered in bubbly foam. These babies of hers may sag a bit, yet that’s exactly what makes them so sexy in the first place as the heavy pair seems so soft and yet so firm. The nubs of her pink nipples are just as enticing, looking hard and inviting for me to wanna get a taste.
“You like what you see?” Vivian asked with her right flaring hip cocked up to pose like a model for me, her handsome son.
“Very much,” I said, flirting back right before I finally shed down my boxers, letting my dick bounce free above my balls undoubtedly full of jizz. “How about you?”
“C’mere and find out.”
Willing and eager, I approached under my mom’s lustful gaze to sooner dip my feet in the tub. The foamy water just about my knees felt nice and warm, and the smell of lavender is heavenly. But none of it can be as good as the touch of my woman the moment she embraced me in her arms and crammed her mouth against mine. By the time her boobs were mashed up against my chest, her broad, feminine waist was already encircled between my arms for my fingers to claw and fondle the soft flesh of her back. The kiss got feverish fast with my tongue swirling inside Vivian’s welcoming mouth just as much as her tongue was swirling around mine. She held me even closer, French kissing and filling the room with the sound of our wanton moans. Despite our excitement, we carefully sank down in the bathtub without halting our advances, submerging ourselves in the water until we ended up on our knees.
“Mmmhh!” I hummed in utter heaven as if all this warmth was cleansing my whole body.
Growing fiercer with passion by the second, Vivian surprised me by driving me back into a sitting position on the other corner of the bathtub. And as soon as I laid my back against the rubbery cushion, she sat on top of me with her abundant booty over my lap and her big thighs straddling my hips.
“No foreplay?” I asked after our lips smacked at the breaking of our kiss.
“No foreplay,” my mother confirmed, panting urgently as she plunged her right hand down between us and captured my rock hard erection in her grasp to move it at the perfect angle. “I want my baby boy inside me. I wanna make love to my strong, handsome champion.”
“Oh, yeah!” I gasped as she deeply moaned in pure delight after my dickhead made its way through the entrance of her pussy, allowing my warm shaft to stretch open the juicy flesh of her insides.
If there’s one thing that I’ve learned after so much sex with my mother of a lover, is that it’s initially the first moment that makes it really special. The first time that her pussy lips kisses the hilt of my cock after a full penetration, the first instant when our bodies connect, and the first look of euphoric lust and affection that we share face to face, it all feels so unique and unforgettable. And what makes it even more wonderful and obsessive is the taboo of our relationship. When people talk about incest, they mention the inbred and the royal families who desired to keep the purity of their linage by marrying siblings or cousins. They talk about men who took advantage of their daughters or nieces, resulting to pregnancies for some or maybe most. To them, incest is gross, disgusting and revolting. Consensual or not, those who are guilty of such depravity should be locked up and never to be seen again.
To be real, I get it why people would see it that way. But honestly, I don’t give a shit. In my book, sex is sex. It’s only wrong when abuse is involved as I’m sure Mom agrees. Between the two of us, we just don’t care anymore even if it means keeping our secret under wraps. We simply reject the “would-be” notion that what we have is vile and despicable. And every time we fuck or make love, we defy the negativity of that statement by giving in to our impulses and by setting loose our basic instincts, mating like animals. I love Vivian who is both my mom and my woman, and she loves me both as her son and her man. What else matters?
“Ahhohhh!” she chanted in pleasure as she rode me, grinding her large pelvis on my toned hips and rubbing the fat cheeks of her big ass back and forth on my thighs underwater. “Oh, baby…you feel so good…I can’t stand two lousy days without your cock.”
Too thrilled and wrapped up in the heat of the moment to waste my breath talking, my hands delved on that ass that I love so much. And just when I began to squeeze her oversized buns, Vivian cupped my face between her palms and crashed her lips onto mine in order to resume our passionate kiss. While pouring as much love as she could muster with each tender stroke of her tongue dueling with my own, she kept up her trusting as vigorously as if she was riding a horse.
We continued like this for one solid minute. That was until she started to rock her hips faster, making waves with each humping movement. And the faster she went, the harder it was for her to breathe just through her nose. She was riding me like her life depended on fucking me when she suddenly pulled her mouth off my lips and started whimpering as if something big was growing inside her.
“Oh, God…oh, God…yes, yes baby!” she cried out, keeping the pace as the water was splashing around us to inevitably spill out the tub. “I’m cumming, Mommy is gonna cummm! Ah yes, YES!!”
No way near ready to climax with my moaning mother, I held on to her hips and watched the second she threw her head back and embedded my dick deep into her vagina that immediately got extra tight around my shaft. The orgasm that tore through her was so vocal; her cry filled my ears as her voice resounded inside the whole room. She was so hot with her drenched tits heaving as she was catching her breath with her mouth ajar in sheer bliss.
“Oh my!” Vivian sighed hoarsely after lowering her face back at eye level, looking at me with infinite adoration. “That definitely hit the spot…are you ready for more?”
“Always,” I answered, grinning at the perspective that we were just getting started.
Just as pleased as I am, Mom slowly picked up where she left off by languidly circling her hips and flexing her waist and midriff almost as nicely as a belly dancer, stirring her claustrophobic insides with the full length of my boner still inside her. It wasn’t long before she restarted to roll her haunches and grind herself over my crotch again only slower than earlier with a touch of sensuality in her movements. Her pouty lips sooner came down to exchange a few tender pecks with me as I kissed back with gentile affection.
Then came the time for her to sit upright and bounce in a steady, fluid motion, taking every inch of my shaft at every drop of her ass on my lap. My hands turned into explorers, caressing the contours of her shapely figure with plentiful curves half submerged underwater. Mom looked so hot the way she brought her hands down on her face and lazily dragged her fingers over her full lips. And the sultry glare she laid on me seems so unfocused it’s as if she was inebriated by incestuous lust.
“Touch me, Sweety!” she breathed in her delight as she started to go a little faster, rising and falling on my cock with her hands now behind her head. “Play with my breasts! Show me how you love’ em!”
In no need to be persuaded, my hands sooner emerged to grope and mold her big tits, relishing their softness. My thumbs were already on her swollen nipples, tracing circles on her areolas like I know how my mother likes it. The desired effect manifested a little faster than I anticipated it the moment she changed her mind by pushing away my hands aside and moved in closer to have her boobs on my face. And with her arms back around my neck, there was nothing else to do than to pepper her cushiony cleavage with kisses.
In no hurry to rush things, Vivian slightly slowed down, rocking her wide, sultry hips back and forth once more to make the pleasure last with my hands feeling her exquisite body from ass to shoulders. My lips eventually found her left nipple for my mouth to suck in, like a baby hungry for milk. And with each lick on her pinkish nub of flesh, her voice quivered with desire. We went on like this for a while. It was just us, alone with her second nipple in my mouth and my cock going in and out of her coochie, gripping my shaft harder with every motion. Only then I began to feel something pulsing in my genitals.
“Mom!” I called out as soon as my lips popped off her nipple so that I can look at her face. “I’m almost there.”
Knowing very well what I meant, she opened her eyes as if she woke up from a wonderful dream and gazed at me as if it just came true. And upon receiving the message loud and clear, she sped things up, shamelessly riding me like I was a bronco in order to reach her next blissful release. The little tsunami she was making behind her manifested faster than the first time, threatening to make a bigger mess on the bathroom floor than we already have.
“Ohh…ohh…oh yeah!” Vivian exclaimed as the volume of her sweet voice gradually intensified as soon as she found her perfect pace.
Nothing could stop her now that her big meaty ass rose and fell repeatedly with insisting determination. It was only a matter of time before her quickening tempo forced her to let go of my neck in order to place her hands onto my shoulders, panting and whining frantically.
“Oh baby, tell me that you’re about to cum! Tell Mommy you’re gonna blow up inside me!”
“Y-yeah…I’m close…” I grunted with my hands cramped on her love-handles while on the verge of being overwhelmed. “Just a little more…just a little…fuck…gonna burst!”
“Oh baby…me too…I’m so fucking close! Take me with you! Make me cum again…I need it…I need your seed inside me!”
Right then as her vagina tightened its grip around my rod, I knew without a doubt that she was going to pop. Over the edge of going nuclear myself with my armed warhead between my legs, I lunged my face back onto my mother’s cleavage and fired away with my boom stick. Enraptured as she must be, Vivian took me in for a squeezing hug in her strong arms and ultimately slammed her big wet ass three more times. And then at the fourth, she threw her head back and arched her spine, cutting loose her inner banshee that came out of her mouth, screaming for freedom.
“AAAHHH!!! GOD YESSS!!!”
Blown away and excessively disoriented, my mother trembled and wavered as her concrete shattering orgasm claimed her vibrating body. By then, her prolonging squeals of approval were the only sounds in my ears. She just held me tight to her busty chest buzzing as I moaned into her bosom, climaxing loudly and just as hard. Thus in the end, with my throbbing cock spurting to fill her up with my seed, and with her warm pussy thoroughly milking every drop, the tension drained out until it became none existent. And with my face still sheltered between such heavenly tits, I could see stars with my eyes closed while Mom had her round chin rested on top of my head.
The afterglow was mind numbing with shivering sensations that were coursing throughout my nerves. That euphoric feeling every time I shoot my load inside Vivian’s sacred tunnel of divine flesh is what I live for. Knowing that a part of me is flowing inside her womb is something I never thought I would enjoy before this whole story started. So far, having sex with my biological mom never did stop being wonderful and terrific while also being emotionally gratifying. And if there’s one thing that she really savors in the end, it’s to cuddle as intimately as no ordinary mother and son should. Thus upon disengaging her pussy from my cock turning flaccid, Vivian turned around and carefully sat down with her back against my chest once I simultaneously spread my legs apart to make room for her big, soft butt comfortably cushioned between my things and against my crotch.
“Ahhhh!” she sighed in total bliss as she laid back her head on my right shoulder while holding my arms around her body in satisfaction. “Mmmhh, now I’m really starting to think about making plans for our bathroom back home.”
“Will it have a bathtub just like this one?” I asked not against the idea if it means that we would make this good moment a habit.
“You bet it will. Maybe it’ll be a little bit bigger, especially if it can do this.”
By saying so, she pulled her right arm out of the water and extended her hand towards the controller on the ledge of the tub. And in one click of a button, the pumps of the hot tub instantly began to do its magic, propelling the water out of the jets to make it swirl while making bubbles exactly where we are situated. The hydro massage made a big difference on my back, providing just the right amount of pressure to make me shudder and savor all the little tingling sensations throughout my body.
“Oh yeah!” I groaned in pleasure while almost sounding like “Kool-Aid Man” as I settle my neck comfortably on the headrest behind me. “I can definitely get used to this.”
It was all just perfect. Today I just won the best match of my young life, guarantied my scholarship to college, had a good time with my team one last time, and now I’m here in the bathroom of a five and a half star hotel, alone and isolated with the woman who I loved all my life. What more can I ask now that everything seems to be moving ahead? Though as great things are now, that doesn’t mean I don’t have thoughts about how we are doing, Mom and I.
It’s been months since our relationship as lovers began. So far, not only are we good for each other, we have also formed a pretty good team too. We obviously trust each other more than we would trust anyone. I respect her twice as much since she is both my mother and my girlfriend, and she supports me any way she can with love, nourishment and encouragement. We understand each other better than even our closest friends ever could. Thanks to that, we appreciate each other’s qualities and deal with our flaws in acceptance. We spent just as much time together than when I was a little boy, joking around, teasing and having fun. And after all the times we kissed, feeling each other’s lips and tongues, after all the hot naked sex that we had almost daily for the past four months or so, we came to know our bodies and what makes us tick thoroughly.
Yet I can’t help but wonder, how long is this gonna last? How long can we keep this up? Will we change? Is this just a phase that will wear out in time? Are we good enough to stay together forever? Those are the questions I’ve been asking myself from time to time. After all, most relationships merely lasts a year or two, and many even less than a few months. Given that Vivian is still my mother above all, she might one day tell me to start thinking about dating other girls so that I might fall in love, have a normal relationship and maybe make a family of my own and make her a grandmother. That was a conversation we never had…yet. Deep down, I would understand, but that’s also a possibility I can’t help but be afraid of, especially with what I had planned to do soon.
“Noah,” Mom suddenly said in a soothing ton after a few minutes of cuddling in the peace of silence. “Do you brows on Quora sometimes?”
“Quora what?” I asked, not familiar with the web site.
“You know, the place on internet where people can ask questions for other people to answer online.”
“Nope, doesn’t ring a bell, why?”
“Well…let’s just say that I’ve checked out interesting questions that were asked.”
“You wanted to know how many gummy bears you can stuff in your mouth…or in your butt?” I guessed, smirking at my little joke.
“What, no eww!” she responded, annoyed and disgusted by what I just said before she bumped her left elbow on my ribs hard enough to make me chuckle as I barely felt the blow. “Where the hell did you get that stupid idea?”
“Well, there was this girl on Only Fans who agreed to put as much gummy bears as she could inside her ass. Things didn’t go exactly as planned when not only did she manage to poop it out, she…accidently shit on her computer while still live on camera.”
“That’s the dumbest and the grossest thing I’ve ever heard. And NO, that was not the question I was curious about.”
“What was it then?”
“Oh, you know…topics about how common incest between mother and son really is in the US, of how it begins and if it’s right or wrong for a mom and son to satisfy each other’s needs. And that’s just a few of many questions talking about it. I gotta say, it was quite the eye opener.”
“And how did they respond?” I asked getting a bit more curious as I was starting to touch and caress her breasts. “Was it positive or negative?”
“Mmmhh!” Vivian hummed finding it very pleasant to have my fingers knead her luscious globes from which I used to drink milk so long ago. “Well…there was this one person who thought that relationships like ours are becoming more common throughout the world than we can believe. That one of the reasons is that since the 1970s, it became easier for married couples to divorce. With single mothers having to raise children on their own and sometimes working in two jobs to keep a roof over their heads, it can be impossible for them to even consider dating.
“She also added that if you factor in that sometimes she has to share a bed, it’s only natural that a son is going to become closer to his mother by sleeping with her. Think of the Corona virus pandemic two years ago. People were stuck into their homes for days and if not weeks. So it makes sense that the numbers of lonely mothers and frustrated sons in the area must have been on the rise. In the end, some had sex with each other or some might have fantasized about it, but never acted on their desires.
“What I liked about what she said next is that it mostly depends on the circumstances and how close we really are, that we shouldn’t be judged as long as we are consenting adults. People are not on this planet to live to anyone’s expectations but their own.”
“That’s pretty much what I think too,” I said, smiling ear to ear as I was now cupping her breasts in both hands with a little extra pressure with my palms full and my fingers delving into her generous mounds flesh. “Though I gotta add that it also depends very much on how hot the mother is.”
“Or how horny the son is,” Mom sighed mighty pleased as I started to plant kisses on her neck and nibble her earlobe after wetting it with my tongue. “You were…pretty persuasive…the night we had sex the first time. I read a lot of juicy stories about how mothers are seduced by their sons or the other way around. Some allegedly posted that they had sex the day after the divorce with the dad while some actually do take care of their boy’s morning wood. And there were also those who claimed that their relationship resulted with a baby.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t believe everything you read, Mom.”
“I know, but I can’t help wondering. How many mothers did get pregnant by their sons? Did they just abort, or did they keep the child to raise it…or give it for adoption? The possibilities are just…intriguing to me.”
“You’re that curious, are ya?” I murmured to her ear as I slowly reached down across her voluptuous belly until my hand stopped over her crotch, palming her pussy. “You wanna know what I found out about Greek mythology?”
“What?” Vivian shuddered and then purred the second I gently started to rub her slit with two fingers.
“Did you know that it all started with Gaia, the Mother Earth and that she was knocked up by her own son, Uranus?”
“Mmmhh…I…haven’t put much thought into it,” she whispered in response, feeling the warm water submerging her vagina with my fingers digging further through her pussy lips.
“Well, legend has it that they had twelve children together; six boys and six girls, all titans. From there, the incest family tree kept on growing. The brothers, Oceanus, Coeus, Hyperion and Cronus each chose to hook-up with their sisters and had sex with them, making babies of their own. Then there was Zeus, the God of Thunder and ruler of Mont Olympus. As the original fuckboy of all time, that dude did it all. Not only did he marry his sister Hera, he had two of his aunts as his wives too, Themis and Mnemosyne. And boy did he produce a lot of children with them. He even had sex with his own mother, Rhea. And he probably impregnated her or his second sister, Demeter, giving birth to his daughter, Persephone.”
“Ohh, Noah!” Mom moaned in pleasure before she shivered the moment I began to repeatedly run my two fingers up her folds of flesh to massage her clit. “That’s so sexy! Keep going, tell me more.”
“There’s also that story about Oedipus, king of Thebes. Born to Laius and Jocasta, king and queen of the kingdom, it was prophesized that their first born son will one day kill his father and marry his mother. To keep that from happening, Laius commanded a servant to bring the baby out of Thebes and kill him. Doing as his king ordered, the servant took the baby onto a hilltop, but he couldn’t bring himself to kill the boy that will be named Oedipus. So instead, he left him to a shepherd, who brought him across the mountains to the king of Corinth who claimed the boy and raised him as his own.
“When Oedipus became old enough to be a man, a prophet warned him of the same prophesy as before, that he will kill his father and marry his mother. Not knowing that he was adopted, Oedipus left Corinth to avoid any risk to commit these crimes. And so while crossing the mountains; he crossed paths with a few men on a chariot. Because the road was too narrow, the man driving the caravan ordered Oedipus to step aside and make way. Traveling on foot, he basically retorted that he has no reason to obey him and that he should fuck off. They ended up fighting until Oedipus managed to kill all of them, including the guy who wronged him.
“From there, he continued his journey on the outskirts of Thebes where he was born. The country and its people were currently being threatened by the Sphinx that would ask its visitors a riddle. If the answer is wrong, the creature will tear and devour its victim. Luckily for Oedipus, he was pretty good at solving riddles. So he approached the Sphinx and dared it to ask away: “What has four legs in the morning, two in the afternoon and three at night?”Oedipus thought about it for a while before he answered that it’s a man. As a baby, we crawl on all-fours, as an adult, we walk on two feet, and as an old man, we use a cane that works like a third leg. Shocked by the mortal’s correct answer, the Sphinx just died where it stood. Proclaimed as a hero, Oedipus was rewarded the title of king of Thebes, for their former ruler was found killed on the round for Corinth. And so, he was crowned as the new king with Jocasta as his wife and queen without knowing that she was his mother all along.”
“Oh, yes!” Vivian moaned a second after I caught the nipple of her left breast that I gently squeezed and rolled between my thumb and index finger at the same time that I started to finger fuck the entrance of her pussy. “Yesss…keep going, just like that! Don’t slow down…make Mommy feel good!”
“Not knowing that they were mother and son, King Oedipus and Queen Jocasta became husband and wife and had the best sex of their lives through the years,” I continued the story, making things up from here on out to spice things up as my mom’s breathing rate was just starting to increase. “Ever since their honeymoon, they never stopped having sex. They fucked on their bed, they fucked at the balcony where they had a great view over the city, and they did it in their bathing chamber, in the throne room and even in the middle of a vineyard. Nothing could fade their desire for each other. With such a strong young stud always available for Jocasta, and with such a rip woman of experience always hot and ready for Oedipus, they slept, mated, fooled around, rutted, banged and made love as if they wanted to have as many babies as they can get. The king wanted this so badly, he wanted to put babies in the womb of his queen of a mother. And she wanted it too. She couldn’t wait to be the mother she should’ve been with her first born. And even while heavily pregnant with their two sons, Jocasta would let Oedipus ram his cock in her sensitive pussy as if he could get her even more pregnant.”
“Oh gosh, yes!” Mom exclaimed totally aroused at this point as she laid back her head on my shoulder and gripped the two edges of the hot tub with her hands to start rubbing the cleft of her glorious ass against the shaft of my already hard dick. “Yes, I want a baby…I wanna be the mommy of another baby! Fuck me, Noah! Fuck me like you mean it! Fuck me like you wanna see me pregnant!”
Stimulated as hell by the go-ahead she gave me so wantonly, I helped her to get on her hands and knees in the middle of the tub where her whole butt up to her shoulders looked like an island at the surface of the bathtub. We were both panting as if it was mating season as I hurried myself into position behind Vivian and grabbed my cock to paintbrush the lips of her vagina with my glans.
“No messing around, baby,” she said with a sultry ton in her voice while reaching back with her left hand to grasp and pull aside the plush mound of one of her yummy buns for my phallus to easily poke her where she wants to be poked. “Just put it in and do your magic.”
My heart rejoiced and my body was on fire as I ran my hands over that big, perfect ass of hers before I locked my fingers tight on her hips and entered my mom so hard my pelvis and her cheeks slapped together, like raw meat. The line on her back was a sexy site for my eyes the moment she arched her spine with my manhood fully sheaved to the balls.
“Ohhh, Jesus, yesss!” Vivian wailed with her insides once again spreading around my shaft.
And as I began to give the pounding she craved for, the flesh of her thick ass rippled like waves as she pushed back to take my dick as deeply as she could take it. Thus as she was thrusting backwards and me forward, we were rocking hard and fast, grunting and rutting like animals in no time.
“Yes…YES NOAH!” Mom howled feeling my cock stoking the fire in her groin higher and higher until her orgasm finally struck her like dynamite. “AAAAHHHH…OOOHHH!!”
That was one of the times when I make her cum first so hard, she lets loose a deep, low groan that sends exquisite vibrations around my rod. I was all too devoted to make her climax in last as I huffed and puffed behind her, making the water splash all over the tub with each blow of my hips. Nowhere near close enough to reach my own orgasm, the frenzied pounding continued at a strong pace, producing a lot of clapping noise of flesh against flesh.
Meanwhile in this exhilarating moment, I was suddenly wondering how the people we know would react and what they would say if they surprised us like this. Honestly, it arouses me a great deal imagining my friends barging into our hotel room only to hear us fucking in the bathroom. And if they opened the door, they would witness my fit body energetically pounding my groin against the curvaceous body of my mother, pushing and pulling my cock into her with enough force to make her wail in ecstasy.
I was sure that my dick was tripping all her switches as I was hammering away inside the hot pussy that gave birth to me. My imagination was running wild in my head, listening to my mom squirm and grunt and to the flurry of splashes that must be flooding the floor by now. I was no longer Noah Throndsen, and my mom was no longer Vivian. I was Uranus mating with his mother, Gaia, crying out in intense pleasure for all the cosmos to hear. I was Zeus fucking his mother, Rhea with the fat outer-layer of her ass cheeks always bouncing before my lower abdomen. I was Oedipus who had his mother, Queen, Jocasta, panting and whimpering like a woman obsessed with sex as I was fucking her in a tity-shaking rhythm.
“Fuck, Sweety, you’re so incredible!” Vivian gasped as I could feel the fleshy walls of her vagina gripping my shaft like a vice, squeezing my meat like a toothpaste tube. “I’m cumming…you’re making me cum again! Oh, God I love you so much!”
“Oh fuck, Mom!” I grunted as I wasn’t gonna last much longer either. “I’m gonna blow!”
“Yes, baby! We’re gonna cum together. Give it to me…harder, HARDER!!”
Excited to the core by her encouragement, my fingers were like talons sinking into the soft, buttery fat of Vivian’s love-handles the second my cock became a jackhammer put to work in and out of her pussy. I was nearly there when her eyes locked with mine. Just seeing her watching me slamming my hips again and again against her wobbling rump, and how her mouth was ajar at the precipice of yet another orgasm was all it took for my balls to explode and for my swollen glans to shoot my load hard. My whole world felt as if it just exploded as I pumped my phallus inside the sacred tunnel of my mother who answered my growls of relief with a low moan that instantly shifted into a squeal the moment she started milking me as mercilessly as previously.
With every spurt of seed bursting out of me, my body became limper as I hunched over my chanting mother and looped an arm around her waist as we rode out our mutual climax.
Usually after two mind-blowing hanky pankies, we call it a day, but not tonight. Though we were game for round three, we at least cleaned up the mess we made and took the time to dry each other with a towel before we moved on the bed, still naked and very much hungry for oral sex. Laid down on my back in the middle of the large mattress, I patiently waited while Vivian moved in towards me on all-fours until her juicy butt was five inches above my face, casting her shadow over me as her soft thighs straddled my head.
“Eat up,” my sweet mother said right before she lowered herself down until she was practically sitting on my face with her damp pussy, using my mouth as a landing pad for my tongue to lick her slick vulva. “Oh gosh…mmmh, that’s the spot!”
She sooner happily shivered with my experienced tongue pleasuring her as the mound between her legs was a great cushion for my chin. And the more I dug in, the deeper I sank up into the warm wetness of her silky flesh, smelling the strong scent of her womanhood that tickles the bottom half of my brain through my nose.
Like “Obelix” hungry for some juicy, tasty boar all perfectly marinated and roasted for the feast, I lifted my hands and sank them into the doughy cheeks of her ass so ample and heavy in order to delve my fingers into the soft meat of her large buns, and to run the tip of my tongue up and down her folds. Given that I had charted every part of her vagina, I know exactly where to explore my mother’s sex by heart with my saliva mixed with her juices. That was when I felt her weight shift as she was leaning down and took my genitals in her lovely hands down south between my legs.
She gently molded my ball-sac and rubbed my hard shaft for barely a minute before my swollen glans got wrapped up past her full lips to be licked and devoured inside her mouth. Her moans quickly started to cause vibrations around my pole on which she was taking a bigger piece of it after each “up and down” stroke until she was taking in more than half of my erection while drooling all over it. I couldn’t see with her big butt blocking the view, and I could barely hear with her pillowy inner thighs pressed against my ears, but I can feel how she was bobbing her head, how she envelops my cock in her mouth and then drags her lips and tongue off my shaft only to come back down over and over again. More vibrations came out from her throat to buzz around my meat as she chuckled when my licking became more fervent on her inner lips, around her bladder up to her clitoris.
By then, Vivian started to lazily roll her hips, seeking more stimulation that I kept on providing while tilting my face to follow the grinding movements of her loins. The smell, the texture and the taste of her pussy were my whole world. Though it was getting hard to breathe under my mom’s bulk, I was lost in the haze of seething pleasure, sucking her engorged clit into my mouth, teasing and drawing shapes with the tip of my tongue, eyes closed. I couldn’t be more in heaven than I am now. When we do 69, everything in the world seems like it doesn’t exist anymore. We just get lost in the moment only to focus on what we are doing to one another without distractions.
However, the one thing that could distract me in this position is the pink star of Mom’s anus, flashing before my eyes as soon as I opened them. I never had much of a fetish when it comes to butt stuff. But lately, I started to get curious of how it would be like to touch her puckered orifice, how it would taste like, and how it would be like to do anal with my own mother. We never talked about it, so I couldn’t know if Vivian would like that sort of thing. Guess it can’t hurt to make a move and see what happens. So without stopping servicing her pussy, I slid my fingers toward the canyon of her ass and took a handful of her cheeks in each hand to part them just enough to get a better view. Her butthole honestly looks more inviting than I expected. And after all the feminine fluids I’ve already consumed, I was too drunk with lust to stop myself from drawing circles on her anus with my thumb.
Then and there, I quickly noticed that Vivian suddenly started to slow down with the blowjob while simultaneously barely moving her hips anymore. Taking this as a good sign, I persisted by manipulating the small spot of the wrinkled backdoor of her ass by rubbing it as if to erase a stain on a window. To my surprise, I felt her shiver as she happily purred around my phallus. Excited by her unspoken approval, I hastily removed my thumb and recklessly buried my face into the cleft of her butt cheeks to have my tongue pressed against her most intimate place that I never dared to trespass before until now.
“Ah!” Mom yelped this instant after popping my dick out of her mouth. “Oh, goodness…y-you’re…you’re eating my ass…oh, God! What are you doing to me?”
By then, I was in a frenzy of wild abandon, licking and slobbering away on my mother’s clean A-hole. I was like a kid eating maple in a mini cone for the first time at this point as nothing around the tiny hole was left untouched by my tongue. In doing so, I quickly learned that she is quite sensitive on that particular spot.
“Oh, Sweety, I don’t know what’s gotten into you…but keep going…oh baby, keep going!”
Ready and eager to oblige, I was just about to carry on when she rose up without warning to sit upright on my face. And without pause, she kept her right hand busy jerking off my fully erected cock while moaning with every pulse of pleasure I was gladly giving her. It’s pretty amazing how I find myself reveling how the soft ridges of her flesh feel like, and how the wonderful texture of her anus made me roll the tip of my tongue around it, like a ball roaming around inside a bowl until in falls into a hole right at the center. Gradually upon worshipping her ass like a faithful servant to his temple, I spread my mom’s buns wider and pressed my nose against the bottom of her crack to push through with my oscillating tongue until I started to do some probing inside her backdoor.
“Oh, Jesus!” Vivian moaned zealously the moment I pushed further in and began to tongue-fuck her ass as far as I could go. “I never…ever thought it could feel this…good…oh, Noah…you’re gonna make me cum if you keep this up. Oh gosh!”
Incapable of talking at the moment, I responded by groaning with my mouth glued on her butt, making vibrations of my own through her rectum to increase the pleasure. For a while with my face under Mom’s marvelous ass, I licked and savored the magic spot indefinitely until she sighed in wanton lust and moved away from my face no longer sheltered under her warmth. The confusion in my eyes quickly melted away once I saw her straddling my hips, facing away from me as she cried out upon taking my cock back inside her pussy where it belongs.
Minutes later Vivian was in reverse-cowgirl with me holding on to her wide hips that were undulating and rolling all over my pelvis until she started to bounce her meaty ass and impale herself with my dick balls deep into her vagina repeatedly. In this position, my dick was hitting different areas deep inside, igniting sparks of sensations that made us both moan in delight.
“Ohh, baby!” she whined as the lewd, clapping sound of her big, bubbly butt slapping on my lap thundered without pause throughout the room. “Tell me you’re gonna cum soon…I can’t…hold it…any longer.”
“Fuck, Mom!” I groaned from the pure pleasure of having her worked up like that as I wasn’t far from my climax either. “It’s okay…go on…don’t hold back.”
She needed no further encouragement than that as she resumed into riding me like I was a racing horse, thrusting her loins faster. Her tits must be wobbling on her chest by now as much as her untied hair was curling freely behind her back. I knew then that the ticking time bomb was about to go off the second I felt my overheating rod being squeezed hard inside her dripping pussy.
“Huh, huh, huh! I’m cumming! Yes, yes…OH, GOD YES!!”
That was it for me. Watching my mother’s voluptuous body violently twitch and convulse in ecstasy yet again made my bloated testicles boil over as I sank my head into the mattress and tighten my grip on her gyrating hips. To my astonishment, Vivian arched her back and shouted at the top of her lungs at the arrival of a second powerful orgasm that tore through her full-figured body. My eyes instantly bugged out the moment her steaming hot pussy clutched itself even harder around my shaft. I was baring my teeth, roaring as I came for the third time, firing one rope of semen after the next against the fallible barrier of her cervix. The euphoria came at me stronger this time. With my balls thoroughly being emptied and my brain bathing in dopamine, I was out of juice, tired as hell after being properly fucked by my sexy mother who was panting to catch her breath.
It’s funny; the last thought that crossed my mind as I drifted off to sleep was of her getting pregnant with my baby if it wasn’t for the birth control pills that she takes once a day.
Chapter: 3
The Proposal
The next day after Mom and I woke up from bed with me spooning her, we did our little morning routine and then dressed up to go have breakfast at the nearest restaurant to the hotel. I was wearing a red Tee Henley shirt above my pair of jeans while she chose to dress herself the same way as yesterday only with a sleeveless, purple blouse.
By now, coach Bishop and all my friends must have made it back to Toronto with the big trophy to be put on display in the main hall of Seaside High. Our plates were served at our table just after I responded to all the messages my buddies send me yesterday while I was unavailable having a great time with my sexually active mother. Some had spent their evening with their girlfriends while others passed their time either with each other or with their families. And now that everyone we know has left, there’s no one in Gravenhurst who will ever figure out the truth about me and Vivian.
Given that we have the whole day for ourselves, we left the restaurant and took off to enjoy all the goods that this town has to offer without hiding the fact that we are lovers. Where ever we went, we held each other’s hands a lot and kissed whenever we felt like it while visiting the attractions such as “the Blue Ocean Lighthouse”, “the Maison Muskoka”, the shipyards and more. And whenever someone views us as mother and son, I surprised them either by slapping her irresistible ass or by tenderly French kissing her for everyone to witness. She reprimanded and smacked me on the shoulder almost every time, but judging by her barely contained smile between her blushing cheeks, I knew she liked it when I’m naughty in public.
It was just about high noon when we arrived at a parking lot with her blue Mazda where we wanted to visit “the Peninsula Trail”. It’s a pretty fine place where people can take a walk, relax and have a little chat along the mulch-based pathway extended along the peninsula that offers breathtaking views of Lake Muskoka and the Muskoka Wharf. Lucky for us in this beautiful day, the trail barely has any visitors at the moment, so we might as well have the whole place to ourselves if not for the occasional walkers passing by.
“Ahh, this is wonderful,” Vivian sighed after inhaling the pure freshness of the air as the wind was blowing in her hair in delicate breezes. “It feels like forever since the last time I went in a place like this.”
“It’s a nice change of pace from the city, that’s for sure,” I replied, infected by my mother’s smile while walking alongside her, hand in hand. “Maybe one day we could do some camping.”
“You, camping? yeah right.”
“What? It can’t be that hard. When was the last time you went camping?”
“Just about twenty years ago…with your father.”
Instantly flabbergasted by what she just said, I gazed at my mother who just mentioned the first man she loved, the one she grieved over for years, and the dad I never had or even knew. She rarely talked about him. And when she does, her eyes always tears up the more questions I asked until she couldn’t bear it anymore. It was frustrating that I couldn’t get a straight answer out of her throughout my life. I needed to know who he was and if he would’ve wanted me as a son if he hadn’t died. But every time I saw the hurt and the sorrow leaking out of her eyes when the topic came up, I quit asking because I couldn’t bear watching her cry. This time however, the delicate subject doesn’t seem so delicate anymore. In fact, her composure appears to be quite serene, as if she was somehow perfectly at ease and open to answer all the questions that I withheld for so long.
“You never talk about him,” I finally said as I wanted to start the discussion smoothly.
“I know…and I’m sorry for that,” she apologized with all the sincerity of a mother to her son while giving me a sad glance, expressing her regret. “I should’ve told you everything a long time ago. You deserved to know who you’re father was…and I shunned you every time you asked me about him. I loved Ethan so much. He was the first love of my life. And when he died…nothing, not my family, not my friends, nothing…could fill the hole he left inside my chest. Until one day, I found out I was pregnant…of you. And the first time I held you in my arms, life became worth living again. As you grew, it was more and more obvious that you are your father’s son. You look just as handsome as he was. Yet no matter how much time went by…no matter how much of a blessing you were all those years, the grief never really faded…until now.”
“What changed?”
“We happened. Somehow, being with you as a couple just fixed the leak. I’ve been with a few guys after your father, and none of them had what it took to make the pain go away for good, including Kevin. With them, I always felt like some piece was missing, like I was incomplete. But with you, especially after sex, I feel…whole. Not just because you’re a great lay, but because you’re his son and you are mine. Everything that was best in your dad lived on in you. That was the part that I was missing all along. I’ve been carrying the pain of his death for so long…now I feel lighter than I ever was…like I’m free, you know?”
“I see what you mean,” I said with a better understanding of what my mother went through and endured for my sake after raising me alone. “I always knew that you were hurting deep inside even though you tried to hide it.”
“I know,” Vivian replied with her eyes on the planked path ahead that led us to walk along the lake shore. “But it’s over now. I’m done morning for a ghost. I’m letting him go so I can finally move on. With you, I know I can do it.”
Relieved and happy to hear everything my mother just said, a wave of compassionate love washed over me as I reached out and took her hand in mine. With our fingers interlocked, we continued our journey across the trail with nothing but a smile on our faces. Meanwhile, we talked some more about my dad, Ethan Adams. She told me everything about how they first met at Kingston and how she had a big crush on him before they became a couple. According to her, dad wasn’t the most popular guy at their school, even less with girls. What set him apart was his passion for music and his humble nature which went hand in hand with his kindness and cleverness. He could play with a harmonica, guitars, even with a piano. She also told me about how they met, when they kissed on their second date and how good they were together. They were pretty much the same age when they gave each other’s virginity at sixteen without anyone knowing. He was an amazing guy, a musician with great potential, a terrific boyfriend with a knack for romance, and a passionate lover.
And when I asked, she even told me how he passed away in a car crash with his father as they were returning from a concert in Montreal. I could tell that it wasn’t easy for Vivian to tell me all this. That’s precisely why I was so proud of her and why I love her all the more. After so long, I can finally rest easier knowing who my father was and how he would’ve loved and cared for me if he was given the chance. With every word she said, Mom seemed to have gotten rid of one weight at a time from her shoulders until there was nothing else to say. She seemed like a new woman as a result as she walked faster and dragged me to the first gazebo that offered a great view on the lake where the water mirrors the sky and its clouds. It was splendid, perfect and more than ideal for what I’m about to do. Even from the rear, Vivian is more beautiful than any woman I’ve seen while leaning on the rail of one of the wall panels. As she was busy admiring the view, I stood close behind her, savoring the moment in silence for just a moment while it was just the two of us. Then with all the courage I could muster, I quietly knelt on my right knee and pulled the small velvet-covered box out of my pocket.
“Hey, Mom, there’s something I wanted to ask you,” I said as confidently as I could even though my heart was beating faster all of a sudden.
“What is it, Sweety?” Vivian replied totally unaware of anything as she turns around only to be surprised to see me in my current posture that made her look intrigued with her eyebrows frown. “Noah, what are you doing?”
Without speaking just yet, I put my second hand over the lid and opened it to show her the two rings that it contains. Her reaction was priceless with her eyes wide open as she simultaneously gasped in her astonishment before she covered her mouth with her hands, shocked by the golden rings meant for the two us. Smiling like a brave idiot, my gaze was fixed upon hers the moment I spoke up with my heart:
“Mom, I’ve been thinking a lot…about us and how our relationship would go on. So far, what we have now is everything I ever would’ve wanted from a woman like you. Whatever happens, I wanna spend my life with you. So…Vivian Throndsen, will you marry me?”
“I…I…” she stammered as she stood where she was, petrified or overwhelmed as she must be with her feelings. “I can’t believe it. Are you for real? You’re not joking, are you? You’re…proposing…to me!?”
“I am, and I’m very serious. You said that I complete you. Well that goes both ways, because you complete me too. I love you, and I’ll keep on loving you more than any man ever could. I know you feel the same for me.”
“But, Noah…you should know that it can’t be possible. My name is on your birth certificate. We can’t just hand it over to a stranger for proof of marriage. We can’t just expose ourselves to society like that. We’ll get arrested for sure.”
“Who said anything about going to the church or filling papers for a civil ceremony?” I asked rhetorically with unwavering confidence. “We don’t need the law or God to prove anything to anyone but us. Plenty of couples pledge themselves to each other without spending a fortune on ceremonies. Screw society and screw religion. We can do it our way on our own terms. We belong to each other, what else matters?”
Still astounded by my declaration, Vivian was at the moment speechless, deep in her thoughts without diverting her eyes from mine. The silence was as excruciating as the suspense, but I waited, hoping for the best more than anything. It took her at least a minute before she lowered her hands from her chin as she was about to speak. My heart fluttered at the sight of her eyes filling up with tears in her attempt to contain her emotions.
“You…really want me to be your wife?” she asked as if she needed to hear the answer that was already obvious to us both. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I replied without hesitation.
“Then…yes…I’ll be your wife. Gosh, I can’t believe I just said that.”
“And I’m very, very happy you did,” I said, sighing out of relief and joy right before I stood back up and approached my dear mother of a lover in three steps only to pull out her ring from its socket.
“Wait; are those the rings I bought before we went on the cruise?” Vivian asked. “I thought I lost mine.”
“That’s because I took it to the jewelry back home to engrave something nice. It wasn’t cheap, but it was worth it. Are you ready?”
“Y-yes, I’m…I’m ready,” she answered almost while stuttering after she wiped off her tears that were trailing down her blushing cheeks.
“Okay then,” I acknowledged while having a tough time keeping my excitement under control until I began to speak my vow as I had learned the words from Google. “I, Noah, take you, Vivian, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish, till death do us part. Will you take me as your husband?”
“Yes…I will.”
Overjoyed like it’s literally the best day of my life, I couldn’t help but smile ear to ear as I took her hand and put the ring on her finger. Vivian looked even more ecstatic while reading the engravings out loud.
“Always there for you,” she recited, getting more emotional than she could bear at this point. “Oh, Noah, my sweetheart, it’s beautiful.”
“I know,” I said, my heart beating with love as I handed over the small box with my ring still in it. “Here, it’s your turn.”
Regaining bit by bit her composure, Mom took it with barely contained glee to then draw out the ring that was meant for me. Though she searched, she didn’t found anything written on it.
“You didn’t put any engraving on yours?”
“I would rather let you decide what to carve on it.”
“Okay then, here it goes,” she nodded before she placed the box on the rail of the gazebo behind her and took a deep breath before she spoke her vow. “I, Vivian, take you, Noah, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish, till death do us part. Will you take me as your wife?”
“I will.”
Thus upon giving my answer, my bride placed the golden ring on the tip of my finger and pushed it down until I was fully wearing it around the root of my digit that I held before my eyes. In this moment that I will remember for the rest of my life, I felt like I just jumped across a big ravine and made it on the other side. And as soon as our eyes met again, I knew without a doubt that marrying my mother was the best decision I ever made.
“So, I guess this is the part where we kiss,” I said, feeling a little shaky by the happiness that was taking its toll on me while sounding informal and gleeful with my arms wide open.
Of course, Vivian didn’t need to say anything when she jumped in my embrace to have her arms around my neck and her full lips mashed against mine. My hands instantly made their way around her waist for me to hold her tight as we were slowly exchanging one sweet kiss at a time with our eyes closed. This moment really felt like we just made a big step on a path that we cannot easily return. Right now, what we just did just felt as right as rain, and that was more than enough to convince me that everything is going to be okay, that our relationship, our love will grow even stronger than it ever was. Thus, as things started to heat up between us, our tongues barely emerged from our mouths to join the dance when suddenly; our kiss broke off as we were startled by the round of applause that manifested from behind me.
Like two deer caught on the spot light, I turned my head around while Vivian was taken by surprise, looking at the handful of people, standing just outside the gazebo. It didn’t took me long to therefore realize that these people were actually clapping their hands, cheering and whistling to congratulate us, not knowing that we are mother and son. At ease, Mom and I quickly relaxed and kept on holding each other, smiling and waving at them like a normal couple who just got engaged. I’m not the superstitious type, but all things considered, that must be a good omen.
Chapter: 4
Anal Virgin
A few hours later in the afternoon as the sun was setting down West, Mom and I agreed to celebrate our little marriage at the only Italian restaurant in town called “La Bella Seduzione”. It’s a pretty fancy place with the rustic decor, the soothing music and the friendly ambiance that can be expected of an Italian restaurant. Vivian was all too delighted by the interior design composed with gorgeous wallpaper, muted lighting, eye-catching vintage furniture, patterned floor coverings in black and white, and with ornate tables and chairs. The waitress was most kind to us when we boldly announced her that we just got engaged to each other. And as soon as we showed her our rings as proof, the matured woman wearing a red tie gladly took us to one of the best tables in the house on the second floor where we have a fine view on the “Opera House” just across the main street as we could see from a window.
As appetizers, Mom ordered a small plate of risotto while I chose to have gnocchi to start our diner with champagne. Not a big connoisseur of Italian dishes, but the potato dumpling mixed with melted cheese and delicious sauce was eye-shutting tasty. The same can be said of my bride eating her meal made of rice with onions, butter, parmesan cheese and white wine. After that came the main dish, a single plate of traditional spaghetti big enough for the both of us to enjoy with two handfuls of sliced baguettes roasted and buttered to perfection. And to make this moment even more memorable, we ended up chewing the opposite sides of the same noodle until we nibbled our way into a tender kiss, just like in the Disney movie “Lady and the Tramp”.
For some time as we ate our pasta dipped in seasoned tomato sauce with meatballs on top, we talked, observed the multiple paintings on the walls almost just as much as the people inside the restaurant, and talked some more about what was before and what will be tomorrow. We also had a little discussion about when I’ll be entering college and how often I’ll be able to come back home. Though it was great and all, there was one thing that constantly popped into my mind back and forth since this morning. During this whole time, I thought about asking Vivian about it, but it either wasn’t the right time or I simply forgot about it until later. Now might not be the right place, but the question persisted to eat me from the inside thus far until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Can I ask you something?” I finally said it while keeping my voice down to avoid any potential eavesdroppers.
“Sure, honey, what is it?” she replied after drinking a sip of her champagne from her glass.
“It’s about yesterday…when you…sat on my face, and I had my first taste of…you know.”
“You mean when you…oh.”
At the quick realization of what I’m talking about, Mom’s eyes got bigger, looking at me as if I was crazy. It took her a second or two to look around for anyone who might hear us before she looked back at me, bend downward from her side of the table.
“Really, Noah, you wanna talk about that now?”
“I guess I do,” I answered without sounding too bold as I swallowed what was left of my drink. “You never told me you liked having your butthole licked.”
“We are not having this discussion here.”
“Too late now, so might as well spill the beans now. Besides, we’re married. No secrets between us.”
“It’s not a secret if I never even tried to hide it from you, smartass,” Vivian retorted right after her sassy smile returned on her face which became even more beautiful as she began to blush. “As to why I never said anything about “that”, I have two reasons. One, because it never came into my mind the whole time we started this relationship. And as for two, the last guy who insisted on taking me from the backdoor even after I clearly said I wasn’t ready had his nose broken after I kicked him in the face.”
“Seriously?” I asked incredulous that my mom is capable of being a badass when provoked. “When did that happen?”
“That was before I started dating Kevin. He was just a colleague from work. He was cute at first, but when he showed his true colors at the motel, the affair ended as quickly as it came. I never saw him again after that night. He probably transferred before I could accuse him of rape or something. Not that I would’ve gone through with it. The guy just needed a stronger message that “no” means no.”
“Okay…then what about last night? You didn’t stop me when I…ate your butt. You liked it, right?”
“Well…it was…I don’t know,” she fumbled with her words as her cheeks turned up even redder by the second before she grabbed the bottle of champagne left in a fancy ice bucket, pulled it out and refilled her glass for her to take a good sip which seemed to have done the trick to make her relax and loosen her tongue a bit. “I mean…it did felt good…really good. It was like nothing I ever experienced. What had gotten into you eating me like that?”
“I just felt like it,” I said all cards on the table as I lay down my fork and comfortably lay back on my seat. “Honestly, I wanted to do it for a while. I just didn’t have the guts to do it until yesterday. Would you want me to do it again?”
“I’ll be lying if I say I am not…curious. Do you really like it that much?”
“Well since you were clean and all, your…butthole had a nice, soft texture on my tongue. Of course it smelled like ass, but in a good way. Makes me wonder how it would feel like, putting it in there, you know?”
“Noah Michael Throndsen!” Vivian responded discretely with a little stern look on her face. “We just got married and now you wanna sodomize me? You’re pushing your luck, mister.”
“I didn’t ask anything,” I said in my defense with my hands half raised as if her menacing gaze could burn me into a crisp if she wanted to. “I’m just saying that it would be interesting to at least try a little bit, see if it makes you feel good.”
“Oh sure, you wanna put it in my butt because “I” might like it. You’re not the first guy to tell me that.”
“Sooo…what you’re saying is that…you’re an anal virgin?”
“Jesus Christ, Noah!” Mom replied simultaneously astounded and irritated as she couldn’t believe how bold I have become. “You did not just say that.”
“Afraid I did,” I talked back, reveling in her reaction that curled a smirk on my face. “What are you gonna do, ground me?”
“I can make you sleep on the floor back in the hotel, how about that?”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Wanna bet?”
Knowing when it’s time to fold my cards, I just kept on smiling and chuckled, knowing how good my mother is when it comes to having the last word. She didn’t maintained her angry look for long before the traits on her face soften, cutting loose her playful smile, like after we squabble over chores and whatnot. However, not willing to let go just yet, I drank up a bit of my refilled glass of champagne and cleared my throat a bit before speaking in all seriousness by using her first name:
“Vivian, do you trust me?”
“Oh course I trust you,” she answered just before she laid down her glass and reached for my hand to take it without hesitation. “There’s no one I trust or love more than you. Why do you think I said yes to your proposal if not for that?”
“Cuz I’m adorable?” I replied with a lofty smile.
“That, and because I know I will never meet another man as special as you. And I’m not just saying that because I’m your mother.”
“Then why not just give it a try…for our honeymoon? Taking your anal virginity would make it even more special, don’t you think?”
“I…I don’t know,” Vivian said, looking uncertain and undecided by the way she gazed down on our half eaten plate.
“I’ll be gentle, I promise. And whenever you say so, I’ll stop and won’t ask again if that’s what you want.”
“Oh really, just for our honeymoon?” she replied as soon as she let go of my hand to fling at me a fun-loving glance that seemed comical the way she raised her left eyebrow. “Give me a break; you’re just saying that to get what you want with me.”
“What I want is to try something new to make you happy. Happy wife, happy life, right?”
“That can work both ways. Keeping my husband happy would make me happy too.”
“Does that mean yes?” I asked, looking at my mother with a spark of hope in my eyes that she couldn’t miss.
“We’ll see,” Mom simply answered vaguely with a shy smile that fits well with her still blushing cheeks. “Let’s just enjoy our meal and talk about something else, alright?”
And so we did as she said, we ate the rest of the spaghetti, savored our drinks and chatted about little things other than sex as time flew by. Keeping my enthusiasm in check wasn’t easy as the anticipation was driving me nuts. If I play my cards right, I’ll finally find out how it’s like to butt-fuck a woman. And this woman will be none other than my own mother. Just thinking about it gave me a few boners through half the time we had while eating one generous slice of white peach tart that tasted way more delicious than the pies that are sold in a grocery store. Eventually after dark, we gave our compliments to the chef, tipped the kind waitress and paid the bill before we got up from our chairs and walked down the stairs. But to my surprise before we left, Mom stopped at the counter where the restaurant has a diverse selection of oil stored on the wall with multiple shelves. It only took her a few minutes of discussion with the attendant before she chose to buy a bottle of sweet almond oil that smelled pretty amazing.
“Why did you buy that for?” I asked once we made it outside, walking on the sidewalk with her holding my arm at my side.
“Whatta ya think?” she replied, acting all seductive and mysterious all of a sudden just an hour ago before we came back at our hotel room where her moans of pleasure resounded the moment I fully penetrated her vagina in the missionary position. “Ohh, God yesss…Noah, my baby…take me…make me your wife!”
With the two of us totally naked on the bed again, Mom’s arms were wrapped tight around me with one hand on the back of my head while my face was next to hers for our cheeks to snuggle. She kept on moaning and groaning at my ear as I slowly stroked my rod into her insides back and forth, giving her the everlasting bliss she craved for. Given that I am on top, her smooth thighs were cuddling my moving hips, and her soft belly was pressed up against my firm abdomen with her big breasts serving as cushions for my chest.
The scent of her perfume mixed with her musk was so intoxicating, it drove me to pull my head back and kiss my motherly bride passionately with our tongues fumbling in each other’s mouths. And without ever stopping rolling my hips and making sweet love to my wife, we took turns sucking each other’s tongues and coiling them between our mouths to make it the wettest French kiss we’ve ever shared.
Of all the times we had sex, this time was kind of different, like we were both weaving our commitment to one another with every move we made and every kiss we exchanged. Thus as we were consummating our love on our wedding night, Vivian’s hips were bucking wantonly as her slippery, silken sex canal coated my shaft of her juices with every thrust as I gradually sped the pace while our moans became more guttural the moment we stopped kissing.
“Oh, God baby…fuck me!” she gasped while sinking her nails on the nape of my neck and on the flesh of my left shoulder blade. “Fuck your mommy-wife…fuck me like the man you are…make me cum hard on your big cock!”
Feeling over stimulated as hell, I pushed myself up on my hands, knelt between her legs and gripped her by the waist before I resumed my thrusts with twice the vigor. And just like the doctor ordered, Mom squealed and arched her back instinctively as her pleasure was rising like a rocket. Things were heating up fast as I looked down at my bride who was staring at me right back with fire in her eyes. The intensity of her glare grew even stronger with me hunched over her to fuck her pussy raw. No point in holding back now. So I pounded away, breathing heavily while my balls were colliding frantically against her ass cheeks, filling the room with the wet sound of sex.
Too enraptured and well being fucked to say anything at the moment, Vivian braced her hands on my shoulders before she squealed yet again as I plunged my cock harder inside the vagina that brought me to this world. It was quite obvious how much she loves having her channel plundered with her eyes shut tight and her head turning left and right on her pillow between two or three strokes at a time. It got to the point that she started wiggling her butt on the bed as if she was trying to take me even deeper than I already was. I too was getting more excited, watching her large tits bounce as I was hammering my groin against hers and pumping my phallus over and over again through her sacred tunnel that was closing in around my shaft tighter and tighter. Things got even hotter as my bride of a mother rubbed her hands all over my chest as I rode her so fast by now that she wrapped her thick thighs around my hips and dug her heels on the bed sheets while panting and grunting like a tennis player competing for the big win.
“Oh gosh…oh gosh, Noah! She cried out desperately. “I’m gonna cum…gonna cum!”
“Yeah…me too,” I gasped without relenting my frenzied rhythm. “Gonna cum inside you.”
“Yes, give it to me! Cum inside me…pour your seed…put a baby in me!”
“Is that…is that what you really want?”
“Y-yesss…I wanna be a mom again.”
“Really, you want it that bad?” I hoarsely asked, carried away by our sex talk.”
“Yes…God yes!”
“You want it?”
“Yes!”
“You want it?”
“YYYES!”
“You want it?” I repeated again to stir her up as I was a few seconds away from bursting.
“YEEESSSS!” she utterly cried out on the verge before her whole body suddenly convulsed.
Any other word she would’ve added died quickly in her mouth the moment her orgasm tore through her from head to toe as she arched her back with her breasts quivering on her chest. And while she howled in ecstasy, my jizz exploded so hard out of my cock, I could see stars with my eyes closed and feel the electric shock running throughout my spine. I couldn’t help but groan loudly as if my glans was a volcano shooting spurts of lava inside my wife of a mother. After what seemed like forever, our mutual orgasm dwindled bit by bit, savoring the sensational shivers that crawled under our skins. Then finally, I stopped cumming as soon as I slumped down on Vivian only to rest my face between her soft honeydew melons where she welcomed me in her arms and cooed as she began to stroke my hair.
A few minutes later after my cock softened, I slid it out of my mother’s sodden vagina and rolled off her to lie on my back beside her. We were just starting to recover when she came at me to rest in my arms with her disheveled head settled on my right pec. For a while, we stayed like this like it was just the two of us in the whole world. I couldn’t feel more complete than I am now. No regrets and no second thoughts, only pure love and undisturbed serenity.
“Mmmhh,” Vivian hummed very much pleased and happy while drawing shapes on my chest with the tip of her finger. “You know what? As excited as I am about today, I’m even more excited for tomorrow.”
“Yeah, me too,” I totally agreed before I landed a kiss on the top of her forehead and rubbed my hand on her naked shoulder.
That was when I remembered what she said earlier before we climaxed. She said she wanted to be a mom again. Does that mean what I think that means? Did she really meant it, or was it just all talk? And what if she was serious? I had to know for sure.
“Mom?”
“Yes, dear?”
“Were you serious?”
“About what?”
“About what you said…that you want to have a baby.”
“I…I did said that, didn’t I?” Vivian admitted with a little hesitation without uplifting her face to look at me. “Gosh, I said it twice already…from last night.”
“Wanna talk about it? Is it just a fantasy to you…or…”
“I…I don’t know…maybe.”
“Maybe what?” I persisted while trying not to put any pressure. “Mom, do you really wanna have a baby…with me?”
In response to my serious question, Vivian stopped drawing circles around my nipple as she became speechless and motionless. I could understand how much this might be a big deal, so I kept my mouth shut and waited while keeping her in my arms with my hands caressing her back and her shoulder. Time went by beyond my awareness with my eyes pilled on the ceiling and with my nerves tensing under the suspense of silence. Then finally, she raised herself up a little supported with her forearms crossed on my chest.
“What if I do want a baby, what would you say?” she asked while intently looking at me with her chin rested on her wrists.
“I’d say…okay,” I answered almost like an idiot who never thinks twice before opening his mouth.
“Okay?!” she said with a raised eyebrow as if it was the last thing she thought I would say. “I just said that I might want to have a baby, and you say “okay”?!”
“Yeah, if it’ll make you happier, I’ll do it…with you.”
“Noah, I…are you sure?”
“Are you?”
Looking as if she was seriously considering my question that overruled hers, it merely took her a moment of reflection before the words came to her.
“Ever since your third anniversary, I knew I wanted one more child. I tried to find the right guy, hoping he would be “father material” for the baby…and for you. But as you can see, finding the right man is a lot harder when you’re a single mom. I miss the smell, the little outfits and the cuddles. And when I first laid my eyes on you, I felt as if I had a real purpose for the first time in my life. I wanna have that feeling again, just one last time, you know? So yeah, I would love that…if you’re up for it. Just remember that this will be a point of no return. Once I get pregnant there’s no going back, understand?”
Taking her warning seriously, I took a moment to think without diverting my eyes from my motherly wife’s beautiful face. Her desire to have a baby couldn’t be more obvious, and yet she would throw it away if I refuse. To be honest with myself, I did put some thoughts about being a dad once or twice. The only father figures that marked my childhood were “Mufasa” in “the Lion King”, “Marlin” in “Finding Nemo”, “Eddard Stark” in “Game of Thrones” or even “Homer Simpson”. Now that the choice is right there before me, I gotta say that the role sounded pretty cool, compelling even. There’s also the factor that if I get my own mother pregnant, the baby will not just be my child, but also my sibling too. Just thinking about it felt both weird and kinda hot. Besides that, I always did wanted to have a younger sibling for me to take care of and protect. If having a baby would make Vivian happy, then the decision is as easy as pie.
“Yeah, I understand,” I finally said as I placed the palm of my left hand on her cheek. “If that’s what you want, I’m with you, one hundred percent.”
“Really?!” Mom asked looking all excited all of a sudden the moment she rose up on her arms to look at me from above.
“Really, really.”
“Oh, Noah!”
And just like that, she was all over me, pecking kisses everywhere on my face until she focused her attention on my lips. It didn’t took long before she grabbed me by the face to have our mouths mashed up into a more passionate kiss. It was only then that I noticed that her eyes were wet with tears pouring out of her closed eyelids. I knew then that those were tears of joy.
“I love you, Noah…so much!” she exclaimed after pulling back filled with so much love and joy, I thought she might burst like a balloon.
“Love you more,” I replied right back at her with all my heart before our lips connected again for a new kissing session.
We were sooner making out like high school sweethearts, communicating our mutual love and desires by moaning softly with our lips locked on one another and our tongues slowly twirling, like in a slow dance in which only we could hear the music. The taste of the white peach tart that we ate at the restaurant was still in our mouths, making the exchange of saliva even more delectable.
“God, this is so incredible,” Mom cooed as I was then kissing her chin down onto her throat while filling my nose of her womanly scent. “But we gotta put one thing straight.”
“What is it?” I said between two kisses on the soft skin of her neck.
“If I’m gonna be pregnant, you can’t be the father, not biologically I mean.”
A little struck by confusion, I stopped pecking kisses and pulled my head back to look at her with frowned eyebrows.
“You mean…you don’t want me to impregnate you?” I said.
“It’s not really that I don’t want to,” she started to explain before she retreated back into a sitting position near me on her haunches with a caressing hand on my abdomen. “It’s just that there’s a good reason why incest is forbidden. As much as I desire you to knock me up, we must think about how this will impact the baby. I don’t want my child to end up like those inbred people that I googled. Plus, I’m too old to risk any serious complication.”
Couldn’t argue with that, for I also saw what inbreeding can do to a child. Like the Whittakers, the most notorious inbred family on the Internet, those who keep it in the family are at higher risk than normal of generating an offspring born with deformities and health problems. After all, there are many cases of disproportionate traits and limbs, eyes looking in different directions, oversized ears, nose and even teeth, and heavy symptoms of autism. Knowing all that, it totally makes sense to me that Vivian would want that baby by other means. Still, it could’ve been quite something to impregnate my own mother with my own seed inside her womb.
“Okay,” I complied for her sake after raising myself on my elbows. “Then how you wanna do this, adoption?”
“I thought about it,” she answered while distractingly tracing the outlines of my abs. “But frankly, I would rather make that baby myself. Having a life growing inside you and nourishing it with nothing but your body and love is the best feeling a woman can ever experience. We are all organisms after all, and like all organisms, it’s in our nature to procreate and spread our genes whenever we can.”
“Okay, then how else do you wanna have that baby?”
“I was thinking about…insemination.”
“You mean buying another guy’s sperm,” I said, knowing what “insemination” means.
“Yes, it’s the safest and only way we will have that baby.”
“Take it or leave it, huh?”
“Yep,” Vivian replied with a grin as if on the winning side of a negotiation. “So what will it be, do you really want us to add a new member to the family or we continue as we are?”
“Hey, if it’s okay with you and that’ll make you happy, then I’m with you. I always wanted to be a big brother anyway.”
“Oh, Noah, you beautiful man!”
And as she exclaimed her new found joy, she leaned down on me for us to kiss and cuddle as we were earlier with double the passion and affection. Before long, our tongues met again as we were softly moaning in each other’s mouths and French kissing without relent. We were in a race to turn each other on at this point with me squeezing her exquisitely thick body against me, and with her devouring my lips and groaning in gratifying pleasure. That was until she reluctantly broke off our kiss, panting as she forgot to breathe a little.
“Alright you lucky stud, let’s do it,” she instigated above my face with an even bigger grin.
“Do what?” I asked, feeling so lightheaded by the passionate kissing session that I forgot.
“Anal, silly! You want my butt, don’t you? Go get that bottle of oil. I’ll go clean myself up. Don’t jerk off too much before I come back.”
That said, Mom gave me one last peck on the lips and then crawled her way off the bed to sooner skip away to the bathroom, offering me a brief view of her big, juicy ass with her swelling hips. As for me, I was so infatuated by her and how things turned out that I wouldn’t and couldn’t move, still laid on my back with my head cushioned on my pillow. Right now, I felt butterflies fluttering inside me while my mind was flowing with dreams of unforeseen fantasies and overwhelming happiness. Not only did I manage to marry my mom, we convinced each other to have a baby of our own even though I won’t be the real father.
How did I end up this lucky? How was it possible that such a love between a mother and her son can exist? And how things will go on from here on out? Those were the questions that dwelled in my thoughts. Though I care about the future, I would rather be focused on the present. To be here now in a cozy hotel room with the woman that I deeply love is all that matters. As for the rest, it’s just water under the bridge.
“Are you ready to handle your momma’s butt tonight?” Vivian asked five minutes later with a sultry tone in her voice that I find quite irresistible.
“Do you really have to ask?” I replied as I instantly rose up into a sitting position to see her in all her fabulous glory.
There standing sexily outside the bathroom with her hair undone, her big, pendulous boobs trembled with each step as she strolled her way towards me with the confidence of “Jessica Rabbit”.
“Where’s that almond oil I asked, hmm? Don’t tell me you’ve been daydreaming this whole time.”
“Oh, right,” I hurriedly said as I sooner jumped out of the bed to go get the bag containing the bottle.
By the time I turned around, Mom was already on the bed on all-fours in the middle of the mattress, looking at me while striking an enticing pose with one hand on her waist and with her pillowy buttocks that she presented as an offering.
“Now before we get to the main part, my butt is gonna need some loving,” she said as a condition with a trusting smile.
“It’s your ass,” I replied, smirking in agreement before I tossed the bottle of oil on the comforter and joined her on my knees.
Thus, I took two handfuls of my mother’s matronly ass and slowly pulled apart her cheeks to expose her pretty, puckered orifice. Not used to look at her on that angle, I took a moment to intimately study and admire the sight of her anus which she thoroughly wiped clean for me. Without further ado, I leaned down my face and gave her little star a kiss that instantly made my bride flinch.
“Gosh!” she gasped as she laid down her upper body and slightly spread her knees further apart to open herself to me even more. “I can’t believe I’m letting you do this to me again.”
The next thing I knew, she faintly squealed the second my tongue made contact with her rosebud. I was by than in paradise as I began to twirl my tongue around the sensitive spot with my cheeks snuggled between her big, warm buns, feeling the soft texture of her anus that was coated with saliva in no time. There was no particular scent or flavor, just a barrier of sweet flesh yielding with every lick.
“Mmmm!” Vivian sighed without budging while completely soothed under my care.
My anal feast went on nice and smoothly as I was dragging my tongue up and down on her A-hole while brushing my nose on the top edge of her butt crack. It was enough to make my mature wife purr and moan with increasing enthusiasm until she suddenly squealed the moment I started to push the tip of my tongue through her back entrance.
“Christ that’s good, keep going!”
As I fully intend to do as she said, I began to draw circles around that tiny hole of hers. I was determined to make her happy, to eat her ass as best as I could, focused on opening her up with my tongue that turned into a living drill. That was when I succeeded in slipping it through her tight ring to start plundering her rectum.
“Mmmhh…Noah!” she whined after sensing a shiver running throughout her whole body. “Your…your tongue…is inside my…oh, God!”
Feeling encouraged by my woman’s approval, I put myself to work starting by pushing my tongue as far as I could until half of my face was buried between her heavenly ass cheeks. Too carried away in my greedy excitement to put much thought about the bittersweet taste of her claustrophobic tunnel of puffy flesh, I made sure that my entire tongue was in there before I pulled back and shove it right back in. Only then I began to tongue fuck her butthole, eating it as if it was my last meal.
“Jesus Christ, Noah! I think…I think I’m gonna cum.”
Half crazed with lust, I was more than willing to give my mother the maximum amount of pleasure that she deserves. She was by then panting louder as I was thrusting my tongue as far as it could go to then again pull out and stuck it back in her ass repeatedly. Because it was just my tongue, there was no need to hold back while relentlessly tonguing her A-hole raw without the fear of hurting her. I could only wish that my tongue was half as flexible and long as “Venom’s” in “Spider Man”. With something like that, I would’ve pushed even deeper, wriggling my way through all that silky flesh to roil it far in her depths. I guess my good old tongue was good enough to perform its magic trick the moment Vivian’s rectum started to tighten up as if to trap me and keep my mouth glued to her ass.
“Oh fuck baby!” she loudly squirmed already over the edge. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming…Oh my fucking God yes! Don’t stop…don’t stop…don’t stop…AAHHH!!”
That high pitched scream of orgasmic release rang strongly in my ears as her beautiful voice resounded inside the whole room. Even though her body convulsed shaking like a leaf, I kept on eating her ass to my heart’s content. That was until I remembered that I needed to breathe properly before I suffocate myself to death. So I pulled back and slid my tongue out before I raised my face from my wife’s ass to then gasp deeply like after emerging from underwater.
Meanwhile as my brain was processing all this, I looked down to see that Mom was also recuperating from her astonishing orgasm. She was a beautiful mess with her head laid down on the comfortable bed sheets, and with her marvelous, big butt still upturned with her anus just as wet as her vagina leaking a fair amount of her female nectar upon discovering firsthand what anilingus is all about. The intoxicating smell of her dripping sex was the best reward I could’ve asked for. As time progressed, I thought for a minute that Mom must’ve past out until she brushed off her hair from her face to then glance at me with an adoration that was melting my heart like a lit candle.
“Are you okay?” I asked a little worried.
“Oh, honey!” she responded as if she just came back from a very wonderful dream. “If I had known that this would feel this good, I would’ve probably let you eat my butt much sooner.”
“Glad you liked it. You’re ready for what comes next?”
“If I wasn’t before, I definitely am now.”
Thus so, Vivian was back on her hands and watched me as I drew out the almond oil out of the bag and removed the cork in a “pop”.
“Mmm, smells pretty good,” I said after putting the head of the bottle under my nose. “Here, smell it.”
“Don’t mind if I do,” she replied before taking it to inhale the sweet, slightly nutty aroma of the oil. “Ahhh…delightful.”
Happy that she likes it too, I took back the bottle and was about to go straight to business with my mother’s rosebud. But then I stopped myself. Why just her anus? Why not the whole thing? And so with a naughty smirk on my face, I lowered the bottle and started pouring the almond oil slowly all over her large rump.
“Noah!” Mom chuckled, looking more amused than surprised. “What do think you’re doing?”
“Marinating your butt. Gotta look your best, right?”
“Uh-huh,” she playfully uttered before she turned her face away to look ahead as if she just gave me her blessing.
In a heartbeat, I used my two hands to grope her luscious buns with a passion while spreading the oil everywhere on her pliable flesh. I was by then aggressively working all over her sizable mounds and on the back of her upper thighs. And just for the fun of it, I made sure that my thumbs would frequently brush over my wife’s vagina and her A-hole at the same time. With each contact of my fingers, I could hear a soft mewl of delight escaping her lips. The cloud of euphoria in which I casted her into seems to have entirely enveloped her when I really started to squeeze and stretch the meaty flesh of her juicy globes that I was pulling apart and squishing back together like a sandwich.
“Oh my,” Vivian crooned with a pleased smile while watching me go like the aroused husband who would worship her body every day. “You really love Momma’s ass, don’t you?”
In my excited state, I raised my hand and slapped her right butt cheek without a second thought, making her moan out of pleasure as the soft flesh of her backside rippled hard before it settled back to its natural form. Thus, the final touch was made. Before my very eyes, Mom’s thick booty became the eighth wonder of the world in my book all drenched in almond oil and glistening like a pair of huge, freshly washed watermelons. The fair skin of her plump buns felt even softer than ever as my fingers were delving nearer to her impressive crack.
Knowing that it was time to begin, I picked up the bottle and poured as much oil that I could put on my thumb without spilling the liquid on the bed sheets before I grabbed a handful of ass and applied the improvised lubricant discriminately on her anus. After a few more doses of that just to be sure, I poured some more on the palm of my left hand to sooner jerk off my cock that immediately ended up covered in the oil as well. Both my swollen glans and my hard shaft looked as slimy as an oversized worm by the time I was done covering my whole phallus with the good stuff after a few more strokes.
“Alright then, ready or not, here I come,” I said with blind eagerness before I laid one hand back on my mother’s rump and used the other to direct the bulbous tip of my cock aligned with her forbidden entryway.
“Oh gosh, I can’t believe were doing this!” Vivian nervously expressed her excitement the moment my dickhead made contact with her puckered opening.
It only took one move with my hips to start pushing through with my boner as my head was filled with anticipation. The lub worked like a charm as the mushroom of my pole almost instantly popped inside my bride’s ass past her ring of flesh.
“OH, GOD!” Mom sooner exclaimed with her head tilt up and her back arched by the awaited penetration that stretched open her anus like never before. “Oh damn!”
“Are you okay?” I sooner asked, worried that my intrusion may be hurting her.
“I’m okay…I’m okay,” she reassured me while groaning out of effort in regaining her bearings before she turned her head to look at me with pleading eyes. “Just don’t move, honey. Let me do the work…okay?”
“It’s your ass,” I teasingly repeated with a wink and a smirk on my face.
“Ugh, men.”
Thus, for the next couple of minutes, my beloved bride groaned some more while biting her bottom lip as she slowly pushed herself on my cock that was impaling her through her rectum one inch at a time. I couldn’t help but moan at this point, feeling my strong shaft being squeezed without mercy. It was tight, tighter than a vagina ever could be. And yet, Vivian kept on pushing backward, determined to have her ass full of that dick. In order to help her relax, I laid my hands on her and started to give my mom a simple massage for a few seconds until I lowered my attention down south where I was then kneading her charming waist and her soft love-handles back and forth. That was until she finally managed to butt up her meaty buns against my pelvis.
“You did it, Mom!” I cheered for her as my balls were pressed against her labia between her spread thighs. “How does it feel like?”
“Like I got a God damn zucchini in my butt,” Vivian answered straight to the point while still adapting. “How about you…does it feel…nice?”
“It’s tight…and hot as hell, but yeah…it feels pretty good. Want me to start moving?”
“Not yet…stay still a little longer. I need a moment, okay Sweety?”
“Yes ma’am.”
And so it began with my mother of a wife rolling her wide hips in a slow, circular motion that made my phallus stir her insides that offered zero room to spare except forward. By the time she started to pull and push her butt back against me, she set up a slow rhythm that grew a little faster with each thrust. She was by then panting as constantly as if she was running in a marathon the moment she suddenly started to through her plumped rump at me a bit harder. This wasn’t a dream or some fantasy, this was for real. That was my hard cock slipping in and out of my own mother’s ass.
“Okay, I think I’m good,” she sighed after taking back my rod balls deep into her butthole. “Go ahead now…just remember to take it easy, okay?”
“You got it,” I acknowledged before I secured my grip on her hips and gently extracted my cock out of her until only the tip was left inside.
We grunted in unison the moment I pushed myself back inside past her well stretched ring of flesh. It was with attentive care that I got into a nice and steady rhythm, sending my dick to spelunk her claustrophobic tunnel back and forth. Before long, Vivian’s groans of discomfort converted into moans of pleasure as her ample ass cheeks began to collide hard enough against my pelvis to ripple and jiggle. Taking this as a good sign, I slowly sped up the pace gradually and put a bit more of my back into it.
“Oh my…oh my…oh my!” she eventually uttered in squealing pleasure before she turned her head to aim her sultry glare at me with excessive ecstasy. “Oh, God, Noah…you’re doing it…you’re taking…my anal virginity!”
“Would you like to do it again?” I asked between two thrusts, hoping for the best.
“After tonight…yes…whenever we have sex…you can have my ass…its yours…all yours…my sexy husband!”
Her words alone were all it took for me to cut loose and give my mother the proper ass-fucking that I’ve been craving for. The audible sound of clapping flesh resounded louder inside the room as I rolled my hips and watched my solid shaft coming and going inside her oily anus and her matronly buns bounce against my abdomen. I was enthralled, laser focused on giving my wife as much pleasure as I can possibly provide.
“OH FUCK!!” Vivian cried out as soon as I started pounding her ass so hard her tits were rocking wildly beneath her before she fought back by thrusting her rump backwards to meet my assaults, stroke for stroke. “Ugh…ugh…ah fuck me…I’m cumming…oh, God I’m cumming!”
And so she came with her head tilted upward while her body convulsed so hard, her A-hole seemed to be trying to strangle my cock still embedded inside as I rode her on through her orgasm that left her so unsteady that she collapsed on her forearms. With her big, upturned butt that I kept on banging, Mom was by then clutching the comforter between her fingers as she laid down her head and continued to gasp and moan in depraving pleasure while a few strands of her bronde hair were covering half of her angelic face.
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