Family Bonding

Emma looked at his face embarrassed. “I-I can’t help it. This is the f-first time you seeing me like this. I think… I think I can’t help but be afraid of what will you think about me after this.” She confessed.

Vincent smiled. “I can easily clear your doubts then. Keep in mind that I’m not in a better position than you. We are all doing this for our desires because we want it. I don’t have the slightest right to judge you. And I will think of you exactly what I have been thinking until this moment. You are an incredible mother. Loving, caring, and supporting her family no matter what.”

He continued. “Do you think I’m just attracted to your beauty? No, I’m attracted to you in every way. Your personality, your mind, and your behavior. You are perfect in every way. It just happens that you are divinely beautiful on top of those things.”

Tears began to form in Emma’s eyes. “You are just feeling like that because I’m your mother.” She countered.

“So what? Does that make my feelings any less real? Yes, I love you so much because you are my mother, and you are an amazing woman. Yes, I want to do extremely lewd things to you because you are a gorgeous woman.” Vincent pecked her lips. “I love you so much, Mom. You can’t even imagine the amount of my love for you.”

This time, it was Emma who initiated the intense kissing. She kissed her son in a way that no other mother would kiss their son. Affectionate, loving, and yet provoking at the same time. “I love you, too. So much.”

I, who thought this would be just an intense fucking session, was surprised and intrigued by their interaction. My wife, the woman I held a strong love for all these years, was not just doing obscene things but also expressing her love to another man. Fortunately, the man was our own son. I didn’t even know what kind of love they were talking about at this point.

“I wasn’t joking when I said that you have been torturing me. Every time I saw you, my thoughts were starting to move toward what I would do to you in the bedroom. You don’t know how many times I had to relieve myself while thinking about you.” Vincent stated.

He began to kiss her again. It looked like he was right about he couldn’t get enough of her lips. After a few minutes of kissing and exploring each other’s bodies with their hands. Vincent traveled down once again, trailing her chin, neck, and finally her breasts.

He gave a squeeze to both of her tits with his hands on each of them to feel their softness, eliciting a moan from his mother. Then, he finally attacked them with his mouth while roughly kneading them with his hands. He licked, sucked, and bit them all over. There was nothing gentle in his movements. He was done with holding back.

While Vincent continued his onslaught all over her bosom, Emma’s moans and breaths tinted with sweet whimpers became ragged under his assault. He was desperately trying to satisfy his longing, raping the mounds he had been separated from since his infancy. Hearing his name from her lips between her sweet moans only fueled him more.

At that sight, I wasn’t able to resist any longer. I got rid of my clothes in a few seconds, not steering my gaze away from Vincent’s assault and Emma’s expressions even for a moment. I started to rub my hard shaft up and down.

Another few minutes of Vincent satisfying his fantasies passed. He finally continued his journey down, kissing and biting around her belly. He pulled back when he came to her fountain and found himself admiring its beauty.

Emma got self-conscious. “Don’t stare at it.” She pleaded with a hint of embarrassment.

“But it’s beautiful and looks tasty. I told you. Every part of you is perfect. So let me enjoy the sight a little, hmm?” Vincent replied.

Still feeling a little self-conscious, Emma reluctantly complied. He took his time to examine her pussy to his heart’s content. Once satisfied enough, he flipped her with a swift move to have her lying on her belly.

Emma gasped but Vincent gave her time to protest and began his kneading on her ass. Then, he brought his mouth to do the same thing he had done to her front side. He kissed, sucked, and bit her ass cheeks. Emma let him do whatever he wanted and clearly enjoyed every touch of him.

Vincent went upward from her ass to her nape while doing the same thing to every spot on her back. He nibbled on her earlobe and she sighed. Pulling back, he flipped her again. He finally leaned closer to her aching cavity and began to sensually kiss her inner thigh.

Emma exhaled contently. She watched his every move with great interest. After a minute of teasing her, Vincent stuck out his tongue to lick her pussy from the bottom to the top up to her clit, making her shudder under him. He repeated the same thing a few times, causing a shiver to run down her spine every time he did.

“If this small act had you shudder like that, you are in for a treat, dear mother,” Vincent revealed. “I have been wondering for years what you would taste like.” Saying this he plunged his tongue inside her slit and began to lapping and delving into her with intense force. He rubbed and twisted her clit at the same time with his left hand.

Emma’s body tried to arch and flail in an attempt to escape from the sudden intense pleasure her son was giving her. But Vincent kept her in place with his strong arms. He lapped up her love juices gushing out of her sweet canal, yet a little escaping and running down along his chin.

Vincent was a hungry beast once again, not even caring about her mother’s hand tugging his hair. Emma was like a mad woman. I didn’t see her reacting to the cunnilingus like that before. But I didn’t take offense, knowing the built-up frustration in her caused by our fantasies. And also her arousal was doubled because it was her own son doing unspeakable things to her pussy now.

Emma’s moans continued to echo through the room, making an effect like a sweet melody upon reaching Vincent’s ears as much as mine and fueling us further. A few minutes later, Emma’s tremors became wilder while Vincent kept going with his assault unbothered.

She started to shudder uncontrollably as her orgasm hit and wrapped her legs around his head while tugging his hair. Vincent didn’t stop and kept doing his job to heighten her pleasure. When her convulsions subsided, he separated her legs and pulled himself back to kneel in a sitting position between her legs.

Once again, he admired his handiwork of messing up her pussy. Then, he trailed all his way to her lips again by showering her body with kisses. He kissed her but Emma was still lightheaded from the intense orgasm.

“It’s probably because of my horny brain but you taste wonderful,” He remarked while kissing around her face. He spent a few minutes kissing her on different parts of her body. Once he decided that he gave her enough time to recover, he brought his hard dick to the entrance of her swollen pussy.

Emma was still in a trance-like state. “Wake up, my slutty mom. We are not done yet.” He helped her to wake up by rubbing his cock along her pussy lips. Fluttering her eyes open, she moaned. “I want you to look at me while I plunged my cock into your sweet pussy.” He demanded.

Emma looked at his face with her hazy eyes. She gave him an affectionate kiss. “I’m ready, honey. Just be a little gentle until I get used to your girth, okay?”

“So I can fuck your brains out after you got used to it, right?” Vincent asked playfully.

Emma gave him an embarrassed nod. “Yes.”

“Okay. But first, I want you to answer me. How do feel about the fact that you are about to be ravaged, by your own son, in front of your husband?” Vincent emphasized each sentence. “Be honest.”

As if remembering for the first time that I was there, Emma looked in my direction. I smiled at her. She turned to Vincent again. “I… I can’t wait.”

Vincent was right. This woman is gonna be the death of us.

Vincent’s gaze darkened while my dick twitched upon hearing her answer. “You little slut.” He said while he started to rub his dick at the entrance of her cave.

“Hmm. Ahh.” Emma moaned while they stared at each other. “I-I can’t help it. It’s impossible to resist.”

Vincent continued to tease her, building up the anticipation in her while their tongues collided. Eventually, she got enough. “Please, baby. Enough of that teasing.” She begged under her ragged breathing. She was desperately trying to get him inside by shifting her hips.

“Imagine I’m leaving you here in this state.”

Emma panicked for a moment. “N-no, you wouldn’t.”

“I wouldn’t but now you know how I felt all these years.” He couldn’t let go of his slight resentment.

“Don’t worry, honey. Your mother will make it up to you every day. Whenever you want. Wherever you want.” Emma promised.

“Hmm. That promise opens up a lot of possibilities. I like it.”

“Yes, everything you want.” She clutched his face between her hands and gave him a long kiss. “Now please fuck your slutty mother like you mean it. Destroy me, honey.” She grabbed his cock and aligned it to her pussy.

Vincent groaned. He was at his wit’s end with this goddess in front of him. He positioned himself and slowly entered her wet canal.

Their breathings quickened. They maintained eye contact, her hands still holding his face, while his long dick slowly plunged further into her.

When he was halfway, Emma grunted. “Are you okay?” Vincent asked.

“Yes. It’s so good. Keep going.” She encouraged.

He kept going until his balls touched her skin. He was buried inside her to the base. Emma let out a sigh of relief. “I feel so full.”

This is what made incestuous relationships so appealing. The irresistible glamor of the forbidden fruit, which can be considered the history of humankind.

I could imagine the pleasure Vincent felt through this thought. And if things go according to what I envisioned, I thought I can taste it in the future as well.