‘Oh son … no … oh, this isn’t real.’
‘Mom, please don’t be frightened. I’m only going to put my fingers in your pussy. Mom, I’m not going to rape you. I would never hurt you that way.’
I stop in surprise. Your panties look wet. I touch them and yes, they are, they’re soaked. My hand strays upwards and they’re almost as wet and finally, I push my fingers lower into the crack of your bottom. Drenched!
You sigh each time I touch you. ‘Mom, you’re wet! Are you alright?’
There’s a pause as you focus on my question. ‘Yes, of course. Why the surprise?’
I’m confused and there’s silence as I try to figure what’s going on. It’s you who breaks the silence. ‘Chris, I would have expected you to know the significance of wet panties at your age … ‘You shake your head in disbelief. ‘Surely not … are you a virgin?’ I blush and stammer, ‘Yes.’ You frown as you see my scarlet face. ‘Son, it’s nothing to be ashamed of, but you’re a handsome, fit young man. I find it hard to believe.’
Can I tell you that I’ve never had any interest in girls, because you’re the only one I’ve ever desired? I decide now is not the time. ‘Mom, I know about a woman’s anatomy and know what I should do, but didn’t realise … what is it, is it lubricant?’
‘Oh, you sweet boy. Yes, of course. It’s the same as your pre-cum.’
I take a moment to absorb this new information and smile at the outcome. ‘So, I generate pre-cum when I’m excited and in the same way I guess you’ve been aroused by what I’ve done to you. Is that right?’
‘Well … yes. But Chris, it doesn’t change anything. Ok, I’m as you say, ‘aroused,’ but this is still wrong. I’m your mother and I want you to stop … now.’
I laugh, not a guffaw, but a little louder than a chuckle. ‘As you say, it doesn’t change a thing, except now I know I’m giving you pleasure. Mom, I love you, I adore you and now I can prove it as I continue to play with your body until you cum. Cum over my fingers or my tongue, who knows which it will be.’
‘No, you can’t. Listen to me, please.’
‘Whisht, Mom, no more talk.’ Your silk panties thrill me as I can so easily feel your pussy through the thin wet material. I stroke my fingers up and down the parting of your pussy lips and you begin to sigh once more. I push the material a little way inside your entrance. You love that even more. Gently, I tug at the sides of your panties until I see light brown hairs, the colour that matches the longish hair that reaches down to the nape of your neck. I succeed in pulling them down to your ankles without allowing you the chance to completely close your thighs and stop my access.
I explore the soft down that hides your pussy lips and, as I press my fingers through the hairs to your opening, you part your legs and raise your knees. My lips lower and kiss your inner thighs, feeling the warmth from your pussy on my cheeks. I trail my lips up and down your outer lips, relishing every soft sigh you make as my kisses touch your swollen labia. It’s hard to believe my mother is enjoying every caress my lips plant on her velvet flesh.
I part your lips, open you, and a trickle of moisture dribbles out and slides down to your anus. I open you wider and my rampant tongue invades your beautiful hole.
‘Oh baby, that feels incredible, but … but, you have to stop.’
I love your taste as I leisurely French kiss your pussy. As I explore inside your treasure, my finger tips close around your clitoris. You gasp at the touch and at once you’re wetter. I squeeze and carefully pull on it, stretching the wonderful nub of extreme pleasure.
For the next few minutes we enjoy this taboo intimacy, the son doing things a son ought never do to his mother, she taking such secret pleasures that only her lover should provide. We’re both relaxing in this leisurely fervour until I feel an elation building in you, an approaching climax of passion. ‘Ohhhh, darling. You’re going to make your mother cum. Oh, my baby, this is so, so sweet.’ You tremble as the orgasm takes over your body. It’s fantastic that I’m the cause of such fulfillment in my lovely mother. For a few wondrous moments you cry in ecstasy and coat my fingers with a gentle spray of love.
While you slowly return to normal, I retrieve the key from my pocket, stretch alongside you and hold you close. I undo the handcuff.
‘What are you doing, Son?’
‘Releasing you, of course.’
‘No, not yet,’ you whisper. ‘Lock it, darling.’
‘But why?’
‘If you force Mommy to take your prick into my mouth, it would be impossible for me to resist.’
‘I’d never force you, Mom.’
‘But if you were unable to control your lust, I would have no choice but to wait as you press your cock into my helpless mouth. There wouldn’t be an option, if you had no sympathy for my weakness. I’d have to accept every inch of my son’s hardness as it pushed between my lips.’
I look into your eyes and see the desire. ‘You look so defenseless. I’m sorry Mom, but I can’t resist. You’ll have to take me into your mouth.’
‘That’s what scares me, son. I’m at your mercy. I implore you, please be gentle. It would be cruel if you forced me to suck on your prick until you shoot all that hot spunk into my mouth.’
I begin to walk to the kitchen.
‘Where you going?’
‘Need a towel to catch my … my cum.’
You smile. ‘I’ve just told you, you won’t need that. Even so, strip me naked in case I can’t swallow it all or, if you jet loads, I start to choke. Don’t want any on my skirt.’
I strip off your skirt, but leave your bra. Often, part dressed is sexier than naked and your bra, crumpled under your breasts, makes me even hornier.
I straddle you, cup your boobs and aim my cock for your mouth. Your tongue meets it and licks over my glans. ‘Mmm, Mom, your tongue is driving me crazy.’ Your nipples are firm against my palms as I squeeze your breasts. You’re licking my pre-cum as it dribbles from my purple helmet. I watch with fascination as you bring your head forward and commence sucking my length into your mouth. You moan as you take me and when your head stops, I ask, ‘Enough?’ You nod your head up and down. I groan with pleasure as I take in what is about to happen. My mother is about to bring me to a climax in her mouth. I pull back until my glans is visible, before slowly returning it into your gentle orifice, every nerve sensing the texture of your wet tongue sliding over my skin. My hands are holding your boobs, thumbs rubbing erect nipples as I make love to your beautiful face. Despite the languid travel of my cock, the enormity of what you’re doing to me results in a quick and sudden discharge. I whimper as cum empties into your mouth. ‘Mmm,’ you groan, the sign of your pleasure causing more fountains to explode into your willing mouth. Eventually, I’m spent and I remove my cock. I kiss you. Tender kisses for the lady who has fulfilled so many of her son’s fantasies.
‘I’ll release you, darling.’
‘We haven’t finished.’
‘I’m sorry, Mom.’ I smile. ‘What pleasure can I provide for my wonderful mother?’
‘Make love to me.’
‘I’ve already told you that was never the plan.’
‘Fair enough, but it’s mine.’
‘Mom, you only say that because you’re horny, but you know I wouldn’t leave you frustrated.’ I kiss you and smile. ‘There are so many ways I can satisfy you.’
‘Son, I’m going to tell you what I’ve hidden since you saw me back then. Your obvious enjoyment of my breasts back then stirred something in me. I didn’t feel in the least sexy at the time; hadn’t yet lost the weight of pregnancy and your dad wasn’t interested in me. When you showed so much interest, enough to produce an erection – yes, I noticed – it made me feel special. My panties were wet, very wet, and we now know what that means, don’t we?’ You smile at my discomfort. ‘It wasn’t just that. If it had been a stranger I would have covered myself and felt disgust, but because it was you, the boy I loved so much, it was extra special. It meant so much, darling Chris.
‘What happened caused me to develop sexual feelings which I kept hidden, but lately my desire has blossomed and those feelings returned with an extra potency. You were so handsome and virile, despite that, I would never have acted on those urges in case I damaged our close relationship.
‘However, the handcuffs released me of any responsibility. It was your decision to take me and even though I tried to persuade you, I couldn’t. With every word of discouragement I uttered, in my mind I was begging you, urging you on to even more outrageous acts. Chris, would you have made me give you a blow job?’
‘No, of course not. I wanted too, wanted it so much, but no I wouldn’t degrade you.’
‘I know you so well, my darling boy. I knew it was up to me to suggest it. Even talking about it was turning me on. The more I talked, the hotter I became.’ You take a breath. ‘Now, please leave the cuffs on. Even though I’m asking you to make love to me, even though I now accept responsibility for your next act, I want to feel submissive. For as long as it takes, I want to believe that you’ll take me, you’ll dominate me, you’ll have your wicked way with me and all the other cliché expressions when a man seizes what he wants.’
‘C’mon wench,’ I chuckle and you groan. I laugh. ‘Mom, it was a joke. I promise no more comments like that.
I untie the cord and pull you to my bedroom using the cuffs. I push you onto my double bed and lock the door.
I lie on my back beside you. ‘Pleasure me!’
‘OK, Sir.’ You turn onto your side and kiss my nipple as your hand strokes my midriff. My already stiff cock stands higher in anticipation of your next move. Your fingers trace lower as your mouth follows, kissing my eager body. Your hand reaches my cock and leaves a trail of ecstasy as it moves upward. Your mouth follows and works its way on the opposite side, tonguing the stream of pre cum from bottom to top. Fingers and mouth meet at the peak and use every sexual means to bring me to a climax. I’m gasping and moaning at this onslaught on my already rampant cock. Just when I feel I can’t hold back, you lower your sweetness and position it a hair’s breadth from my twitching cock.
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