Mommy's Incubus Son Comes of Age 01

Dreaming of Her Forbidden Son

Thanks to ferretfyre for pitching this idea in my Discord.

Anna Carlyle

I clasped my hands tight around my crucifix as I knelt before the altar. It was draped in white cloth. Beyond was a stained glass window of my Lord and Savior holding out his hands, blood dripping from the wounds.

“Forgive me, Lord,” I whimpered. I was alone in my husband’s church, my heart pounding. “Please, please, forgive me! I tried. I really, really tried.”

“Mom,” my son said from behind me, startling me.

I yelped in shock. What was he doing here?

“If you’re going to beg for forgiveness, Mom, then you should have a really big sin to confess to,” he continued.

I trembled as I slowly turned my head to see my son advancing at me. Naked. I shuddered at the sight of Damian. Tall. Naked. Strong. At nineteen, he was athletic and handsome with broad shoulders and a muscular chest. He smiled at me as his cock thrust out hard before him, bouncing as he walked. A wave of incestuous lust washed through me.

I trembled as I turned on my knees to face him, my heart pounding. My pussy grew so wet, soaking my panties. He was just as gorgeous as his father. Just as irresistible. I gripped my crucifix as he came closer and closer.

“Lord, give me the strength to resist temptation and—”

My son choked off my prayer by grabbing my head and ramming his cock past my lips. I gasped around his dick, feeling him in my mouth. A wave of wicked delight swelled through me. So much like his father. He just took me, and I was powerless to resist.

Despite my prayers, I didn’t fight him as he thrust his cock to the back of my throat. My lips sealed around his dick. I groaned around his dick, cuckolding my husband as my son drew back his shaft. I swirled my tongue around him, staring up into Damian’s blue eyes.

My blue eyes.

He buried his cock back into my mouth. He face-fucked me, groaning. He wore such a handsome smile as he gripped the side of my head and pumped away at my oral cavity. Drool ran down my chin as I moaned around his cock.

He fucked my mouth hard and fast. I groaned, sucking hard on him. My entire body quivered as my son enjoyed my mouth. I had dreaded this day coming. He had awakened. I had vowed to control him, and already he was dominating me.

“Mom,” he groaned. “Oh, yes, yes, Mom!”

This cock had come from my body. I had carried him in my womb. Given birth to him. He was my son. My flesh and blood. I suckled hard on his dick like a harlot. Not a preacher’s good and faithful wife, but a whore who wanted her son to cum in her mouth.

I suckled on him with all my might, craving that delight. I swirled my tongue around the crown of Damian’s dick, loving the feel of my son’s big dick in my mouth. The taboo thrill of pleasuring him as he fucked my mouth. I was such a whore.

I soaked my panties.

“Yes, yes, yes, Mom!” he growled, his voice echoing through my husband’s church. “Damn, that’s so good!”

It was so good. Just so amazing to have my son fucking my mouth with his big dick. He pounded me with all that force. He thrust his cock to the hilt in my mouth again and again, hitting the back of my throat until…

He rammed it down my gullet.

My eyes bulged. I gurgled for a moment as I felt like an abject whore. My body burned hotter as my son’s dick plunged down my gullet. His balls slapped into my chin, his bush tickling my lips. I breathed in the musk of him.

“Fuck, Mom!” he groaned as I moaned around his shaft buried down my throat. “What a cock-sucking champ you are! Some preacher’s wife!”

I shuddered at those words. I was a horrible wife, but I kept sucking and moaning around his cock as he drew back. His dick nearly popped out of my throat before he fucked it back down my throat. His nuts slapped into my chin.

I whimpered at the humiliating thrill of my son’s balls slapping into my face. I had every inch of his cock plunging into my mouth and down my throat. I moaned around his cock, swallowing to massage him as he ravished me.

“Does Dad know you can deep-throat a dick?” Damian asked.

I moaned around his cock and shook my head.

He chuckled as he fucked his cock in and out of my throat. I loved his balls slapping against my chin. It was so humiliating, such proof that I was a whore. My pussy burned as I reveled in cuckolding my husband with my son.

He grunted and groaned as he drove his cock down my throat. I gurgled around his dick. Suckled. Slurped. Drool spilled down my chin. I kept my hands clasped around my crucifix, feeling the shape biting into my palms as my son face-fucked me.

“Shit, Mom,” he groaned as he buried his cock down my gullet, his pubic hair rubbing on my lips and nose. I loved his musk. “I’m going to cum!”

I moaned around his dick.

“Yes, yes, you want my jizz, Mom!” He grew back his head and yanked back my cock. “Don’t you!”

I did. I wanted his cum like the harlot I was. A filthy, disgusting, cheating whore.

His cock popped out of my gullet. My tongue swirled around the crown of his dick, stroking the spongy tip. The salty flavor of his precum spilled through my mouth again. I suckled hard on him as he groaned out in rapture.

His dick erupted.

My son’s salty cum splashed against the back of my throat. I groaned at that sensation. I gulped it all down, swallowing every last drop of his jizz. He tasted so good. I swallowed each and every spurt of his taboo spunk.

“Fuck, Mom!” he groaned, gripping the sides of my head, my blonde tresses spilling around his fingers. “Shit, that’s good!”

I loved his spunk. He tasted so good. I gulped him down, my pussy clenching. He erupted again and again into my mouth. I swallowed drop after drop of his cum. The creamy and incestuous treat poured down my throat to my belly.

“Oh, damn, Mom!” he groaned, my hands squeezing tight around the crucifix.

I was such a cheating whore of a wife. A wicked mother. I reveled in my son’s seed. I should only swallow my husband’s cum. I whimpered in delight as I gulped down more and more of my son’s delicious jizz.

He erupted a final time. I quivered as my tongue stroked over the crown of his cock. I probed at his slit and gathered out a last drop of his jizz. His dick throbbed in my mouth as he panted. He released my head and slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth.

I panted, drool spilling down my chin. “Lord,” I breathed. “Oh, Lord, I’m sorry.”

He grinned. “Wait until I’m done with you, Mom, before you pray. You’ll have a lot to beg the Lord to forgive.”

There was such a hungry gleam in his eyes as he bent down and grabbed my arms beneath the elbows. He hauled me to my feet. I panted, licking my lips. He seized my hips, lifted me with ease, and set me on the altar. His hands grabbed my long skirt and tugged on it.

I leaned back on my elbows and lifted my hips so he could yank the skirt off me. The elastic waistband stretched over my rump. He tossed my long and conservative skirt to the side, staring at my panties.

“Racy red, Mom?” he asked, stroking over the satin panties I wore. “Mmm, did you know I was coming for you?”

“Yes,” I whimpered. “I’ve always known you would.”

He grinned and stroked his hands up my thighs. The incestuous heat raced up my legs and soaked into my cheating cunt. I groaned, my toes curling. I panted like a bitch in heat as he reached my panties and hooked the waistband. He tugged.

I shuddered and lifted my rump once more to help him strip me naked. I was a bitch in heat. A wife burning for her son’s big dick, not my husband’s. The spicy aroma of my pussy filled the air, my bush soaked with my cream.

“Damn, that’s some Seventies’ bush you got, Mom,” he said, his fingers sliding through my curls to find my pussy lips.

I moaned in wanton delight as my son stroked up and down my thick labia. I shivered at his touch. My heart thundered in my chest as he stroked me. Two of his fingers sank into my pussy. My toes curled at the wonderful feel of his digits in me. I moaned like a wanton whore.

“Mom,” he said, shaking his head and grinning. “Damn, you’re soaked.”

I nodded, whimpering, “You turn me on.”

He grinned from ear to ear as he ripped his fingers out of my cunt. He licked his digits, staring down at me. He was so handsome. My eyes roamed his strong chest, curly hairs adorning his sculpted pecs. He had a six-pack and that dick. That big, throbbing cock… I wanted him in me. Back in my pussy. He belonged there.

Instead, he dropped to his knees and pulled my rump to the edge of the altar. I gasped as he nuzzled through my bush and found the folds of my pussy. My head threw back as he licked and lapped at my married pussy.

My son devoured me.

“Damian!” I gasped in delight, his tongue stroking through my flesh. “Oh, yes, yes, Damian! That’s so good!”

He growled, his arms wrapped around my thighs. My bush rustled against his face as he devoured me. His tongue licked up and down my flesh. He stroked me with such passion. Such delicious and wanton need. He drove his tongue into my pussy.

I groaned as he wiggled that delicious tongue around in my pussy. He swirled about in me, sending such heat rushing through me. My thighs squeezed about his head as my son reached as deep into my pussy as he could.

“Oh, Lord, yes,” I moaned, falling flat on my back. My big boobs jiggled as my son devoured me. “That’s so good!”

He had awakened. I knew he would one day. My son danced his tongue around inside of my pussy. My cheating cunt welcomed him in, savoring that delight. My eyes rolled back in my head as his tongue flicked out of my pussy folds and stroked up to my bud.

I shuddered at the feel of him dancing around my clit. My eyes rolled back in my head at how great that felt. I whimpered as he nibbled on my bud for a moment. But just a moment. I squealed in such wanton delight.

“Damian!” I gasped. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s so good! Lord, that’s good!”

“Mmm, you’re delicious, Mom,” he growled. “My first pussy.”

I shuddered at those words, and at his tongue stroking up and down my folds. He nibbled on my thick labia, exploring me. It was so good. My boobs jiggled in my bra as I whimpered. My son danced his tongue up and down my folds.