He reached over and picked up one of the sea sponges, and after sinking it in the water began to rub his chest and shoulders.
His mother said, “Darling, give me that. Let me do that for you.” She took the wet sponge from his hand and began to squeeze the water from it onto his shoulders and rubbing his neck and back. He leaned forward and she briskly rubbed up and down his back.
When she’d finished his back, he leaned back against the flagstones lining the pool and closed his eyes. His mother filled the sponge and began to gently wash his face and upper torso. Her other hand began to lightly rub his chest, covered with the dense mat of curly black hair. She ran her fingers through his chest hair as she stroked her son’s body.
He groaned quietly, and told his mother how good that felt.
His mother’s hand continued down his chest to his belly and then into his groin, where she gently encircled her son’s magnificent penis.
His eyes opened and he looked at his mother’s face. Her eyes twinkled, and she smiled as she continued to boldly feel his thickening cock with her small hand.
“Hmmm,” she said softly, “I couldn’t resist touching your cock, darling. I simply had to touch this beautiful, masculine body that I created so many years ago.”
He was speechless as her hand continued down and she clasped his large hairy testicles. She rolled each of them in her fingers as she explored their shape and size. Her hand went back to his cock and she squeezed and fondled his organ as he thickened with her touch in the warm water.
He spread his thighs wider as his mother’s hands began to explore and roam through his genital region. The sponge floated, unused, on the surface next to them.
She leaned forward, very close to his face, and said, “My darling, I cannot begin to tell you how much I love you, how I have longed to do what I am doing to you right now.”
He said nothing, but leaned to her and brought his lips softly to his mother’s lips and lovingly kissed her. He kissed her again and then kissed the tip of her nose and each of his eyes, as he said, “Mother, I love you more than life itself, and I always have, and always shall.”
She kissed him and this time slid her tongue into his mouth searching for his. He clasped her head in his hands and powerfully kissed her in return. Her naked wet breasts pressed up against the hair of his chest as they kissed.
His arm encircled his mother’s slim waist as he pulled her to him. He kissed and licked her neck and gently nipped on her earlobe as she softly moaned.
“Mother,” he said huskily, “Let’s go back to my quarters. Let’s go now!”
“Yes, my darling, yes.” She moaned into his ear.
He stood up, his turgid erect penis swaying in front of his mother’s face as he stepped up and out of the pool. He reached down and helped her from the pool, gazing lovingly at his mother’s sensuous nudity, the water spilling down her pendulous breasts and glistening on her thick, furry pubic patch.
He wrapped his mother in the towels and her robe and outer garment. He briskly toweled himself dry and slipped his tunic over his head. Hand in hand, they set off into the cold night.
***
Marcus stirred the coals in the brazier and laid another log on. He lit an oil lamp and set it on the small table next to his bed. He noticed that his manservant had laid a small meal for his mother and he on the table. Several small pottery plates held thin slices of cold venison, cheeses, and dried fruits.
He looked over at his mother rooting around in one of her trunks. She turned around with a small clay amphora of wine.
“Darling, I brought you several jars of your grandfather’s Falernian. I think this batch was 30-something years old.” She smiled.
He broke the seal and poured two chalices, smelling the heady aroma of the old wine.
His mother had shed her robes and the towels and moved back into the light in front of him, naked. Her curly, black hair was down on her shoulders. Her breasts swayed back and forth as she moved toward her son.
He handed her the goblet and took her free hand and led her to his bed. He pulled back the furs and woolen blankets and they both sat down.
His mother turned to him, and raising her goblet, “My darling, this is my wish: That you know, understand, and share in my happiness at what is about to happen to us.”
She touched her chalice to his, they linked arms and drank deeply of the rich wine from the other’s cup.
She took his cup and set them both on the table next to the lamp. She looked at him coyly and said as she scooted under the covers, “Dearest, get out of your clothes and make me warm.”
He stood and pulled his tunic over his head, and naked slid into the bed next to his mother.
They each pulled the other into their arms and they kissed deeply. His hands roamed up and down his mother’s nude back and buttocks. Her hands searched and caressed her son’s broad back and shoulders as she kissed him.
“I love you, Mother, Oh gods, how I love you, Mother.” He moaned.
His mother takes his head in her hands, her face inches from his own and softly asks, “Marcus, my love, what we are going to do is considered an abomination by some. It is incest, my darling. You know that it is incest for a son to make love to his mother. Do you understand this? Is this what you want?”
He groaned, “Oh, Mother, yes, may the gods forgive me, but I must have you. I must love you, love all of you. I cannot turn back, I cannot turn away from you. I love you, Mother!”
She kissed him deeply on the mouth, her tongue probing, her lips sucking his lips into her mouth. Her eyes welled up with tears as she kissed her son’s mouth and lips. Her heart was pounding with the sexual passion she felt for him.
Marcus kissed and licked his mother’s face, kissed her chin and down her neck to the upper slopes of her breasts. He took both hands and cupped his mother’s beautiful breasts, he squeezed them, feeling their weight. His mother moaned appreciatively as he handled each of them.
He imagined feeding and nursing on his mother’s breasts when he was a baby. He squeezed and pinched the nipples until the nipples erected and stood up from the darkened areole.
He leaned down and took one her dark nipples into his mouth and sucked it in, taking the areole in as well. He gently chewed and rolled the nipple between his lips. His tongue swirled around the nipple and areole and breast flesh. The sensation that this was mother’s body, his mother’s nipple in his mouth, was almost more than he could bear.
His mother’s body writhed on the bed beneath him as he orally loved her breasts. She moaned and cried with delight as she grasped his head and held his mouth to her breasts as he sucked and licked and squeezed her flesh.
Marcus reluctantly left his mother’s breasts and continued kissing and licking his way down his mother’s body. He stopped and swirled his tongue in her belly button, eliciting a feminine giggle from his mother as she rolled under his touch. His hands swept up and down her sexy torso, he touched her breasts, her hips and slipped down her thighs.
His face neared his mother’s crotch and he could smell her sex. The odor of her feminine musk was overpowering, the smell of his mother’s cunt, he thought.
Julia Justa’s cunt was the most beautiful that he’d ever laid eyes upon. Her hair was thick, curly, and as black as the hair on her head. It spread onto the sides of her thighs at the junction of her genitals.
Marcus began to softly kiss his mother’s pubic hair, his lips reveling in the wiry brushy feel against his lips. His mother moaned as his hands held her thighs apart.
He kissed and nipped at her pubic patch, and kissed the join of her thigh and pussy lips. He slowly laid his mouth on his mother’s pussy lips and kissed her womanhood. He raised his head and looked at his mother and whispered, “I love you, Mother, I love your cunt. This is the cunt that bore me. The cunt that shall once again feel me.”
He repositioned his body so that he could continue to explore and love his mother’s sex, and inserted his tongue between her labia and began to gently lap her pussy.
Julia Justa groaned as her son’s tongue entered her vagina. At the same time she reached over and pulled her son’s hairy body closer to her face. She reached out and grasped his thick, hard cock shaft and with her fingers gently rolled his foreskin back and exposed the dark purple head of her son’s cock. Julia Justa leaned forward and kissed the head of son’s penis, the shaft quivering and throbbing in her hand.
“I have always wanted to kiss the head of your cock, my son. To kiss the tip of your cock from where your seed flies forth.” She said huskily.
As Marcus began to suck and lick his mother’s cunt, Julia leaned into her son’s crotch and opened her throat and took her son’s cock deep into her mouth. Both lovers groaned at the feelings and sensations that flooded their bodies and minds at the realization of the incestuous passion that had overtaken them.
Julia’s warm, wet mouth moved up and down her son’s rock-hard cock as she continued to fellate him, her hands cupping and squeezing his hairy balls. She was able, after a few minutes, to nearly take all of her son’s cock into her mouth and throat, her warm spittle running down onto his thigh and the bed sheets.
Marcus was completely consumed with the texture and taste of his mother’s sex. He licked and suckled her cunt lips, swirled his tongue in and out of her vagina, and nipped and licked her erect clitoris. His mother squealed around his cock shaft and her whole body writhed as he sucked her clit time and time again.
The two lovers, mother and son, were linked, mouths to sex, hearts racing, blood boiling. Their bodies were covered in a fine sheen of sweat, hands sliding up and down each other’s bodies as they devoured each other.
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