Son! Its wrong – Chapter 5

Incest stories: Son! Its wrong – Chapter 5

Author: eroticbeing

I played a game with Jane that she called climax denial, which meant that I wouldn’t let her get there until she begged me for release, and this was now what I’d done to Mum.

So the moment came, that we would be bonded together forever when I gave my mother another climax with me. I slipped first one and then two fingers inside her and slowly worked them in and out, working on her G Spot as my other hand massaged her clitoris.

Her orgasm started somewhere deep inside of her and roared out like an express train, spewing out with enormous force. It was like nothing I’d heard before. It wasn’t a cry, a call, or a scream, as I’d heard from other women. It was a deep roar, a base sound, a primal call, an utterance more in keeping with an animal in the jungle than a human being. It went on until all the breath was expelled from her lungs with a hard rasping sound.

Harshly and noisily she dragged in more air, filling her lungs to the maximum, so that the first explosion was quickly followed by another, a second just as deep and emptying of her lungs, followed by another harsh demand for air which allowed her to climb to the top of the mountain a third time.

Even after I stopped stimulating her she continued to hump and jerk her body as if wired up to an electricity supply, she was incapable of getting back under control.

The noises that she made as she jerked and spasemed in her frenzy were a mixture of words and non words, wild and uninhibited they showed the depths that her emotions had taken her to. The sounds ran on and on and on, until there was no more air left in her lungs, and then there was a quiet, a deathly silence that reverberated around the room.

I was frozen as the sounds expelled from her washed over my body, I still had my fingers inside of her, I moved them, but there was no response from her. I figured that she was spent, that she’d held nothing back, and now had nothing left to give. Then I realised that she wasn’t fighting for breath as I’d have thought that she would, in fact she wasn’t breathing at all.

I sat up panicking, I could see the tabloid headlines running before my eyes, ‘Boy fucks mother to death.’

I turned on the light calling out, “Mum, come back to me, breath for Christ’s sake, please come back to me, please,” as I shook her violently. Finally and thankfully, she started to drag in deep breaths, six, eight or more before she got herself under control.

“Thank God, I thought I’d killed you, you weren’t breathing.” She was unable to speak, as she was still not as she should be. “Are you ok now Mum?”

“Huh hu.” Still breathing deeply.

Eventually she got herself back to normal, and when she did I looked at her, she was a mess, her eyes were bloodshot, her hair everywhere. Of the carefully applied make up only about a half of it was still on her face, the rest streaked, on her hands and arms, or on my pillow.

I saw a look of fear in her eyes, as she croaked, “what the fuck did you do to me, you took me to a place that I’ve never been before. Your Dad and I had a pretty good sex life for years, but there was nothing ever like that. This woman of yours must be something out of this world.”

I wasn’t sure what to say, so I sat there feeling proud of myself, I’d done something for her that Dad had never been able to do.

Again her eyes bored holes into me, and then with all the emotion that her body could muster, spat out, “FUCK!!!”

I was in shock, the worst that I’d ever heard her say was shit, under her breath. I’d ignored the first time that she’d used it but this time was so blatant, that I was shocked.

Smiling broadly she said, “it seems that the first casualty of our new relationship has become the purity of my mouth, but sometimes you need a word to describe your innermost feelings, and fuck just about covers it right now. Actually when I’m with the girls at work we swear worse that the men do, and in my thoughts as well I’m just as bad. I just wanted your Father to respect me, which seems like a lost cause now anyway.”

She moved into my arms for a moment, holding me as tightly as she could. Eventually, she raised her head from my chest asking me, “do you want the light off too when you take me?”

“No way, I want it on, I want to make you come again, but this time I want to see your face as you do.”

She stroked the side of my face, as I slid down her body only slowing for a brief moment to worship her breasts before continuing over her stomach, in my haste to sample her taste. My brief encounter with her underwear after the movie night had only wetted my appetite for the real thing, and I wasn’t disappointed.

She was coated in a thick layer of mucus, not only her opening, but all around her pubic area, along her thighs, and then running down until it reached the sheet. Her hair was matted and flattened against her stomach and thighs.

For the first time now I allowed myself to fully savour not only the aroma, but the taste of her. Her hand had moved to the back of my head, as she gently stroked my hair.

Jane loved me to eat her, as most women do, and mum was no exception to that. Her hips told a story of their own. She was ready again, after several intense minutes of stimulation.

I was in heaven, like most young men of my age I’ve used my mouth to stimulate women to the point that most of them had found it enjoyable. But this was different, this was my Mother. I raised my head and took in the most wonderful sight that any boy could possibly see. That sacred place from which I’d entered this world. I drank in the view as I ran my fingers lightly across her lips, before putting both index fingers inside, opening and holding them wide apart.

“Are you looking at me?”

“Yes.”

I cannot describe the sound that then came from her mouth, but that, and the handful of hair that she grasped, told the story that she was responsive to my gaze on her.

“Can you kiss me there like you do my mouth?”

“Of course.”

As I did, her other hand came to rest on the back of my head, it too grasping my hair. The indescribable noise was now a constant flow as my tongue went to work inside. I tried to pull away as I wanted to work on her clitoris, but she pulled me back down, she was in such a good place that she wanted to stay there as long as possible.

Eventually her grip on me relaxed, and I was able to feel her clitoris under my tongue. I gently licked and sucked it, at the same time as I ran my index finger around and around the inside of her swollen lips. Mum started those moaning sounds of approval, and I knew for certain that she was ready again. When she lifted my head saying, “I want to put you inside of me, I want you to take me, I’m ready for you now.” I was also ready for her.

It was now my time.

As I slid up her body, her hand reached down and took hold of my cock, guiding me to where her wetness was waiting for it. As soon as she felt contact with her she let just the tip of it inside, before using the head to rub against the inner lips several time. This was clearly something that she liked, I have to say that it wasn’t the worst feeling that I’d had that day either. “Nice?”

Her soft smile and nodding head was her only answer, before again closing her eyes to fully enjoy the moment.

I felt her pulling me inside, but that wasn’t all. As my cock went in, her index finger, which was lying on the top of it entered her along with it. She first slid her finger to the right as far as it would go, so that the tip of it was actually right under my cock, before moving it to the left, again as far as she could, so that now the tip was touching the very same spot as before, having reached it from the other side. She was circumnavigating my cock with her finger, a way for her to feel me inside of her. Two, three, four times Mum repeated this exercise, before opening her eyes, smiling, and saying, “s’nice too,” again closing her eyes, and going back into her own world.

I let her go on with what she clearly enjoyed, when she opened her eyes again saying, “that’s something that we used to do back then, and I’d forgotten about it, my young lover has brought back the young lover in me. Now what I want is for you to look directly into my eyes as you come inside me, will you do that for me?”

I nodded as she took her finger out of her and put her hands onto my back, I could feel the wetness of her right hand, as it slid along me.

“Alex, please take me in the way that you kiss me, softly, slowly and gently.”

“Ok Mum,” as I slowly pressed myself into her I put my elbows either side of her neck just touching her shoulders. I clasped my hands together above her head, forming a halo around her, she looked biblical, even saintly. There’s a line from a Beatles song that I like, something about, Mother Mary come for me, at least that’s the way I’ll remember it forever now.

I wasn’t far from coming, and she sensed it, “keep your eyes open for me, I want to see you as you come into me.”

I’d only pressed myself into her for a short time when she called out, “eyes.”

I’d closed them again.

And then I came, it was hard not to thrust wildly into her, but I was able to hold back for her. The most amazing thing was that with our eyes locked, the emotion flowing between them was stronger than the most hard core sex I’d ever had, because it wasn’t sex, it was love. I’d returned to the place where I was born. My journey was now completed, it was a homecoming in every sense of the word.

And what a homecoming queen she was to welcome me, the most warm, wild, wet, wonderful, welcoming responsive women in my life ever. A woman who loved me without question, and would do so forever.

Right at the height of my climax I couldn’t stop myself from thrusting harder into her as I finally lost control with my intensity, this was ok with Mum, as she now knew that she’d received my seed, she also knew now that we were completed, just as my journey home was.

Then she came for me. It was intense, not as intense as the last time that I’d made her come was, but her body and cries told me that she’d enjoyed it. The look on her face, the pure ecstasy of coupling with her son meant that she’d enjoyed it totally, she and I were joined and fulfilled.