“It’s alright baby,” she sighed loudly, losing herself to the rapturous sensations. “Feel how warm I am? You make me so hot, honey.”
Laurie moaned softly as he spread her labia open with his fingertips; caressing her inner lips carefully, coating his digits with her lubricating wetness. She tried to relax as much as possible under his ministrations, spreading her legs wide – but it proved difficult. She needed him inside. Right there, right then. The tip of one of Brayden’s digits grazed against her tight hole, but refused to invade her womanly depths. And yet he continued his caresses – massaging her folds and her button with increasing pressure – causing Laurie to moan louder and louder by the second, unravelling bit-by-bit.
And then – just as she had begun to pant, and the heat between her thighs threatened to overwhelm her – he stopped.
“Honeyyy..” she whined like a wanton little slut; her voice small, pleading. “Why did you stop?”
“Mom, what is going on?” He grabbed onto her shoulders with his strong arms and rolled her over, flipping her onto her back. The look of bewilderment in his eyes were evident, but so was his arousal. And Laurie blushed as their eyes met, and the crimson shade only deepened when she noticed the tent in her son’s pyjama pants. “You are my own mother!” he said in a loud whisper, staring at her intently as if searching for some explanation.
She couldn’t look away – mesmerised by the intensity behind his gaze. It held her captive, and kept her tongue tied. She squirmed against the bed, her body in flames, wishing for him to just let go of all reason – to just fuck her senseless. But he remained rigid. Frustrated. In need of greater understanding.
“If you have needs that are unmet, why not just ask me to leave the room so you can masturbate-”
“Oh, no. No, honey. I don’t want that,” Laurie shook her head fervently, feeling a rush of guilt run through her mind. “This isn’t about something like that. I just..” Pushing herself up on her elbows, she sat upright for a moment before pulling Brayden down and pressing her lips against his mouth with burning passion, throwing all caution to the wind. All that mattered was him. Was getting lost in him. He was so wonderfully masculine, yet so sweetly tender – and she held his face with both hands as she kissed him passionately, hoping that the act would speak louder than words ever could.
And it did seem to get through to him – reaching him in a way greater than she could have hoped for – because he suddenly relaxed – almost melting into her embrace. His arms went around her waist, his tongue danced with hers – and as they parted, and Laurie whispered the words “I love you” breathlessly, he nodded in acceptance. In understanding.
Still, as if looking for confirmation he asked her: “Like a girlfriend would?”
A broad but shy smile spread across Laurie’s face. “Yes. A really devoted, very loving, always faithful girlfriend.” Her eyes twinkled. “The kind of girlfriend that would want to give you everything, and take care of you in every single way, and fulfil your fantasies and deepest desires.” She pulled him into her bosom, the two of them snuggling intimately, her breath hot upon his ear as she whispered sweetly: “Motherly love and sexual passion combined, my darling. Something no other woman can ever bring to you. Something you could get from me, and only me.”
It was hard to tell if her words and bold actions had truly managed to penetrate his defences, or if he’d been aroused enough by her kisses and charms that he was no longer thinking clearly – but in that moment, Laurie simply didn’t care. The excitement of the situation surged through her body; she felt feverish, and a coy look crossed her face as she began to unbutton his pyjama shirt, exposing his toned physique beneath. “Let’s make love?” she purred, their eyes never leaving each others. “Don’t you want to sink that manly cock of yours into your mother’s warm pussy?” Her voice was like velvet, her hand moving downwards and groping him firmly through the thin fabric covering his manhood.
“… I do,” he confessed – and within moments, they were both naked, with Brayden on top of his mother, intimately entwined with her curvy body as she lay flat on her back. She cooed sweetly when he began to grind his erection against her sex, teasing her swollen clit with his glans. And then, at long last, he entered her. A virgin no more, Brayden gasped out in pleasure as Laurie enveloped him within her feminine warmth.
The hotel bed creaked rhythmically beneath them as they made love for the very first time. She wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him closer, needing more of him inside – mesmerized by the look of pure rapture upon her son’s face. Their embrace was fiery, yet sweet – each moan which escaped their lips creating a symphony of delight between them. “Does it feel good?” she mused, even though she could tell from his facial expressions alone that he felt immense pleasure; that every fibre in his body craved more. She just wanted to hear him say it out loud.
“Mom, you..” he could barely get the words out, but there was no stopping him now. He pushed deeper into her – buried his manhood within the deepest depths of his own mother’s sex. “You’re so.. Warm, and wet..” he gasped loudly. The look in his eye; it was as if he could barely comprehend that what he was doing was real. That it wasn’t just some wet dream – some fantasy.
“I’ve wanted this for so long, honey,” Laurie confessed quietly, gently rubbing circles onto his back with one hand whilst the other stroked his cheek lovingly. Brayden groaned in response, and began thrusting against her a little harder, but keeping an even pace all the same. She leaned up to kiss him softly on his forehead, then his nose. “You can make love to me whenever you want from now on, baby. I’m completely yours.”
“I’ve..” he tried speaking between his grunting and groans, “… I’ve wanted you, too mom. More than anything.”
The revelation filled Laurie with a satisfaction she did not know possible, causing her whole body to tremble and flutter. She had dreamt that he might feel something similar for her as well; something as profound as the intense love which she held in her heart for him. But knowing for certain was a new kind of thrill – greater than she could have ever anticipated. Kiss after kiss they shared, the two of them as one, until she could tell that her beloved son was getting close.
The headboard slammed against the wall as Laurie let loose of every inhibition she had ever held on to, rolling her hips in a wave-like motion. Working every muscle, squeezing her son with her inner walls, she whispered sweet nothings as Brayden growled on top of her. The bed thumped along loudly, their moans rising to higher volumes as the two reached a shared climax; plenty of hot seed rushing into her womanly depths, mixing with her nectar.
It wasn’t until after they had soared together, and their laboured breathing rose above the sound of their heartbeats, that Laurie and her son looked at each other again, completely red in the face – both unable to speak for a few moments. “That was.. Uhm.. Pretty amazing,” Brayden said with a bashful tone.
“Yeah,” she replied softly. There were tears welling up in her eyes, and a smile broke out on her face – her cheeks hot, her pussy still tingling as her own son’s lovejuices seeped down her legs and onto the mattress. She took him by surprise then, as she confessed her true emotions. “I love you so much, honey. I want to be more than your mother.” It was clear she felt fulfilled. Happy. The universe seemed right again. “I want to be your future wife, and to give birth to your children. But more than anything else, I want to give you all the pleasure in the world, Brayden.”
He stared at her blankly, and moved a lock of her hair – all messy from their sexual activities – behind her ear, and then his smile grew even larger than hers did. “Mom, you’re insane. But I like that about you.”
— 5 —
Colourful fishes darted back and forth beneath the crystal blue waters, and Laurie and her son – held tight in each other’s embrace – enjoyed the cooling sensation of the ocean enveloping them. What had started as a morning swim had become a romantic excursion, and Laurie couldn’t have been happier. From up on the beach, complete strangers could see them kiss passionately at times, enjoying the feeling of skin pressed against skin, holding onto each other tenderly under the generous rays of the summer sun. But there was no embarrassment. No fear of getting caught, outed as parent and child. It felt so natural that they didn’t need to hide away, for who could question a love so pure?
“… Think he’d approve?” Brayden mused quietly, his feet firmly planted on the ocean floor, as Laurie held him tight around his midriff – her ample bosom pressed against his back. “If he were still alive?”
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Laurie hummed against his shoulderblades. A smile graced her face, and she peppered his neck with loving little kisses. “I think so, honestly. I’ve never been this happy in my life, honey.” As he turned around, she reached up, grabbed hold of his chin – pressing her lips against his mouth, pouring all her love into it. “Do you remember Greta and Anthony, grandpa’s friends? They came to the funeral.” Brayden acknowledged her words with a nod. “Married for fifty years, I believe. They’re brother and sister.”
Brayden’s brows shot upwards. “Oh? I had no idea.”
A timid smile was shared. “Love can be unexpected, and come from the last place you’d think to look. But if it’s real and true, between two consenting adults, then I don’t think it could ever be wrong. I believe your grandpa felt the same way about it.” The sea was still calm; serenely ebbing and flowing, a comforting presence in itself. With the slightest hint of caution, she broached the subject that had been troubling her throughout the morning: “… You want to continue this once we get back home, right? You and me, together, and everything that comes with it?”
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