“Because… you’re my son.” She said, looking back at him. She was having trouble finding ways to argue.
“But are you enjoying it?” She hated that he asked that, he had her pinned her with all his body weight, his hands on her breast and between her legs against her will, why was she struggling to answer the question. “Mom, are you enjoying this?” She couldn’t help but moan before answering,
“Yes,” the word almost escaping her unconsciously,
“Do you want me to stop?” She looked back at him, and despite what had happened, despite the fact he had forced himself on her, she trusted that if she told him to stop then he would, all she’d have to is say.
“This is so wrong,” was all she could say as she looked at him, and without her telling him to stop, he leaned in, and they locked lips.
Any resistance from Sara was now taken over by that part of her that loved this, her brain was still screaming at her about the wrongness of it all, but her body was needy and wanting her sons hands all over her… and so much more.
Sam’s hand came away from his mother’s breast and began to tug her shirt upwards, and without hesitation she pulled away and pulled off her thin white shirt and threw it to the floor, suddenly, Sara realised she’s topless, and the panic of what’s happening came back. Sam then kisses her, and the wrongness and taboo nature that she found so alluring came back, and she felt herself leaning back into it. Then, her son’s hand comes away from her crotch, and for a second time the rationality came back, and she thinks maybe he’s realised that this shouldn’t happen either. But his hand moved to her jeans button, undoing it, then finding the zip, slowly sliding it down. She looked back at her son as his hand slid down his mothers jeans and into her underwear, finding her hot wetness inside.
“This is so wrong,” she moaned, meaning what she said as his fingers found her slit and ran along it. She looked away from him, closing her eyes and moaning as his thumb found what most guys seem to have so much trouble finding down there. “Oh god,” she moaned, her breathing getting heavier and heavier. His fingers continued to play between her legs, and all she could do was let him do whatever he wanted. She felt his lips come down to her neck again, and one hand comes up to his head, running her fingers through his short hair, feeling it’s silky smoothness as his lips kiss her soft skin. It was then, as he had her like putty in his hands, that Sam slowly slid two fingers inside his own mother.
Sara let out a gasp as he did, her eyes snapping open as she felt her lower lips be pushed open by his two fingers, and she couldn’t help but moan as they slid further inside her. She gently pulled his head away from her neck and looked him in the eye, breathless, still not believing what was happening. That was when he said it.
“I want to show you how much I love you, mom.” They both knew what it meant. She closed her eyes and let out another moan as he pushed inside her again. She opened her eyes and looked at him again,
“I’m your mom… We shouldn’t.” It was all she could say, all the arguments against this were irrelevant now, because she had her own son’s fingers inside her as he was asking to make love to her. She couldn’t argue now, how could she? Why would she? All she could do was lean forwards onto the kitchen counter, biting her lip and wondering what was going to happen next. She moaned as he slid is finger out of her, and even as she looked back, she could barely see what he was doing.
The marble counter of the island was cold on her warn skin, and she realised this was the first time her son’s hands hadn’t been fully on her since this started. She could run now, get away from this scenario that was so much worse than anything she’d ever thought of, and yet when she felt his thumbs slide into her jeans and underwear, sliding them down her legs, she knew she didn’t want that. She felt the wet fabric of her comfy underwear peel away from her slick pussy, and she knew now that everything she had was on full show for her son. She felt the slight breeze in the air move across her exposed behind as she waited, every second she was there realising more and more about what was about to happen and knew that if he didn’t make a move soon, then she wouldn’t have the nerve to let her son fuck her.
She felt his hand on one of her cheeks, slightly spreading them, knowing that her son now had a better view of both her holes, and that made her blood pump faster, she hated that it did, but here she was.
“Fuck, you look amazing mom,” Sam said, almost quiet enough where he was talking to himself. She then felt the very tip of his hard, warm member behind her, poking its way between her cheeks. The worst thought went through her mind about which hole he might pick, she thankfully felt it at the entrance to her wet lips. She felt that final alignment before he pushed himself slowly inside. She heard him moan as she felt the walls of her inside stretch, she hadn’t seen his cock, only felt it as the hardness she rubbed up against, but she could now tell that as he pushed further and further inside her, he was big. She moaned loudly as he pushed further, and just when she thought he might have no more length, that was another inch or so before she felt his pelvis hit her soft behind. He was fully inside her; her son was inside her. She lay there with him inside her for what felt like an hour, thinking about how wrong this all was, that she was his mother and that something like this was so very wrong. He then began to pull back and she forgot about it.
The fucking only sped up from there, Sam’s hands on his mother’s hips as he thrust inside her; her bent over the kitchen island for him, letting him fuck her. He got faster, so much so that the slapping of his pelvis and her ass was making such a loud sound that one might think a round of applause for this was taking place, that someone was encouraging this incredibly wrong act. The only thing going through Sara’s head was the thought that this was so wrong, along with the internal pleasure of having a young man fuck her with the speed and stamina she hadn’t had in years. She was moaning louder and louder, not able to stifle anything from this assault she was receiving from behind. She felt something inside her building, she thought it might be the guilt ready to hit her full force, but very quickly she realised it was far from that, and her moan got louder and louder as an orgasm grew nearer.
“I’m going… to cum.” She said, looking back at her son, seeing the sweat dripping down his face and chest, realising she hadn’t seen him take off his shirt.
“Me too,” he said, looking at her, smiling. Her moaning grew louder again, and the pressure that was building up inside her was ready to be released, and so she didn’t hold it in anymore and let it out with a scream of,
“Fuck!”
She felt like every muscle in her core was quivering as the pressure inside her burst, and she felt the lips of her pussy quivering around her son’s cock. As it happened, she felt his cock pulsing and a warmth filling her inside. There seemed to be so many pulses inside her as he continued to thrust, but she could feel him slowing down. She could feel the waves of pleasure inside her getting weaker, her breathing slowing down slightly as she settled down. She felt Sam pull out of her, and the warmth she felt inside her that her own some had just pumped inside her began leaking out.
“Oh my god,” Sam said, as he stepped back, seeing what had just happened. He seemed almost panicked, and Sara felt the same thing. She slowly pushed herself up, now feeling the warm cum from her son’s cock running down her leg towards her underwear and jeans that were around her knees. “I love you mom,” Sam said before leaning in and kissing her smooth back. He then picked up his clothes and made his way upstairs, leaving Sara there to think about what had just happened.
Her son had forced himself on her, that’s how she tried to rationalise it. She hadn’t wanted this, and he’d given her no way out. Yes, that was how it would work. She wouldn’t tell any one about what had happened, but she would move on from this and never mention it again, not even to her husband. She’d just fucked her own son, and she’d cum from him fucking her right there in the kitchen. She never knew how she could look at the room the same again. Had anyone seen them? Oh god, they’d done it right there in the kitchen, right there by the window, anyone might have seen them. How do you move on from something like that?
How do you move on from fucking your own son? She pondered the question as her son’s cum leaked out of her, right there in the kitchen.
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