Linda’s discovery – part 3a

Linda’s discovery – part 3a ( Incest stories for Adults only)

I want to thank everyone for the feedback and encouragement that I got from my first story. This story is really a continuation of Part I. If you haven’t read that yet, it would probably serve you well. As was the case then, this story also contains elements that are both fact and fantasy. Everyone in the story is over 18. Hope you enjoy.

I had fucked my son.

I let that thought roll around in my head for an hour or so as I went about making us both brunch on that Saturday, his cum seeping through my thong and occasionally running down my leg.

After having sex with Mark we cuddled and then fell asleep in my bed, arm in arm. After an hour or so I awoke and couldn’t go back to sleep so I got up without waking Mark and looked for something to do in order to busy myself.

I gathered all of my laundry from the hamper and then went upstairs to empty out his suitcase and collect all of his dirty laundry. I bundled it in my arms and brought it downstairs to the laundry room. As I was sorting it into whites and colors, I saw the panties that I had “accidently” included in his bag so many weeks ago. They had obviously been an aid in many of his masturbation fantasies as they were now crusty with his cum. It was my own fault, I smiled to myself. I was the one that planted them there. Little did I know where it would lead.

I held the panties up to my face and smelled them. Gone was the trace of my feminine scent. In fact there was little or no scent on the very used panties now. Despite myself, I smiled again. I could see that he enjoyed my “present” as he liked to call them. I stuck out my tongue and tried to taste him through the dried semen left behind, but there was no discernable taste after this long.

I knew that I would have to remedy that. As guilty as I felt about seducing my own son, I knew that I was also wet just thinking about tasting his cum in a more direct way than trying to suck it off of the panties that I had given him with which to masturbate.

After getting the first load of laundry started I went in to make us both brunch. I fried some bacon and toasted some bagels. I added some fruit to the plate and, along with some orange juice, carried it into my bedroom where Mark lay sleeping in my king size bed.

When I entered the room he stirred and I smiled.

“Thought you might need some nourishment,” I said. “You used up a lot of energy last night and this morning.”

He sat up and laughed. “I think I still have some more energy, but could probably use a little pick-me-up.”

I handed him the plate and bent to kiss him, my hand reaching down and cradling his semi-hard cock over the sheet covering him.

“Enjoy,” I smiled. “There’s more where that came from.”

When I bent to kiss him I felt my nipples graze his bare chest and I remembered that I was still wearing only my yellow thong. I blushed at the thought that the crotch was probably visibly stained with his dried cum and my own juices.

Mark lifted his left hand and reached around and palmed my ass as we kissed and said “I was hoping that there was at least a little more.”

“It’s an all-you-can-eat buffet, honey,” I laughed, feeling his dick stiffen under my grip.

I let Mark finish his brunch while I crawled into bed and sat next to him. Neither of us had a lot to say as he ate. I think both of us were digesting the events of not only last night and this morning, but of the past several weeks.

“Honey, are you okay?” I started. “I mean with all of this? I know it’s not the typical mother / son relationship. And if you are having second thoughts I understand.”

“Oh no, mom,” he said, finishing the last gulp of his orange juice. “It’s not that. Actually I was thinking how hot it is that you’re sitting here next to me wearing just your panties. This is like some kind of dream or something.”

He put his plate and his glass on the nightstand. “So… when you ‘accidently’ put those panties in my bag,” he started, emphasizing “accidently.” “Was it really an accident, or did you mean to put them in there?”

I blushed. “I guess we don’t have any secrets from each other anymore do we?” I said. “Okay. I confess. I may have put them in there,” I laughed. “But it wasn’t my idea.”

I added the part about it not being my idea to be lighthearted and try to make myself appear to be a little less slutty. But as soon as I said it, I regretted it. I knew he wouldn’t miss it.

He didn’t. “Really? Who’s idea was it?” he asked.

I knew that I was busted. And also knew that the truth would come out sooner or later. So I decided to be honest. I confessed to him the whole story of how I had confided in Annie after discovering that he had been “playing” with my panties. And that she was the one that suggested that I include them in his bag that weekend.

“I’m sorry, baby,” I offered. “It may have been her idea, but I was the one that actually carried it out. I know that it was deceitful. Will you promise that you won’t hold it against me? Or Annie?”

“Seriously?” he questioned. “It’s like the hottest thing that has ever happened to me,” he laughed. “Remind me to give Mrs. D a hug the next time I see her,” he grinned. Mrs. D was Mark’s shorthand for Annie, short for Mrs. Duncan.

He leaned over and kissed me. I felt a weight leave me, knowing that all of my secrets from Mark were now known. Well, almost all… I still hadn’t told him that Annie had listened in on one of our phone chats and that both of us had cum while listening to him masturbate on the other end of the line. But that could wait.

Mark adjusted the sheet so that he and I were now under the covers. He pulled me close so that I could feel his hard dick pressing against my hips. I turned so that I could feel the head of his cock between my legs and we kissed.

Mark had no more questions. Instead, he rolled over and began to kiss me in earnest, his hard dick grinding against me. I knew he wanted to fuck me again – but I had a different idea.

For a few moments we kissed passionately. I loved kissing him, our tongues dueling inside each other’s mouth and our breathing becoming labored. I felt his hands roaming all over my almost naked body, sending little shock waves wherever he touched me. I could feel my breasts mashed against his chest and my pussy grinding against his cock. I lifted slightly, never breaking our kiss, and moved my upper body slightly, dragging my hard nipples across his nearly hairless chest. I was on fire and so was he.

As badly as I wanted him to fuck me, I wanted to provide him with some of the same pleasure he had given me a few hours earlier. I maneuvered so that I was now on top, my son lying on his back. I straddled his hard cock and I rubbed myself against it with the wet crotch of my panties. God, it would be so easy just to pull these panties to one side like I did earlier and let him fuck me again, I thought. But I resisted the temptation.

Instead I began kissing and lightly biting his ear lobes and neck. Mark was gasping for air now and I felt in total control. Both of his hands cupped my ass cheeks and pulled me tight against his rock hard cock, but I continued my quest. I slowly slid down, lightly kissing and biting him on the way to my real target, my nipples grazing against his chest, stomach, and legs as I moved down.

When I had moved far enough that my face was now between his legs and only inches from his dick, I looked back up at him and smiled. I could still smell my scent on his cock from earlier this morning. He had lifted his head to watch me and his eyes were filled with pure lust. I stuck my tongue out and, starting at the base of his cock, slowly and wetly licked up the shaft until I reached the head, never losing eye-contact with him. I held my hand out and straightened his cock so that it was now pointing straight up. I reversed the route and licked the shaft from top to bottom and then kept going so that now I was licking his balls, my hand curling around his dick and sliding it slowly up and down. I could feel my nipples scratching his legs as I continued licking him and smiled to myself listening to his labored breathing.

I moved back up the shaft and locked eyes with my son. I could see his eyes widen and his jaw drop slightly as my tongue neared the top of his shaft. When I reached the head this time, I took him into my mouth. I had dreamed of this for weeks now and wanted to savor the moment. I heard him moan and he closed his eyes and his head fell back down onto the pillow, but only for a second. He quickly picked his head back up so that he could watch his slutty mom suck his dick like a pro. His hand went to the back of my head, holding it there while I bobbed up and down on his wet, slick cock. I continued my oral and manual adoration of my son’s dick for several minutes until I finally heard him say something that woke me from the spell it had cast on me.

“God mom,” he gasped. “That feels so fucking good.”

I smiled to myself. I loved that my son thought I was a good cock-sucker, I thought. I felt like a slut, but had no remorse since I was a slut for the man that I loved most in this world. I wanted to please him in every way that I knew how.

“Mmmmm,” was all that I could say, my tongue swirling around his dick while I sucked him in deeply. I began to move my hand up and down his shaft in sync with the movements of my mouth. I felt his hand tighten on my head and he began to move his hips, fucking my mouth.

I knew he was getting close to cumming, but didn’t want him to cum just yet. I wanted him to experience the pleasure that he had afforded me of almost cresting, then ebbing, then cresting again. The delayed nature of the gratification was so deliciously naughty.

I backed off and resumed licking his balls, slowing my hand movements on his shaft. After a couple of moments doing this, I quickly reached down and yanked my panties off and brought them back up to his cock, wrapping them around him.

He looked down to see what this new sensation was and gasped aloud when he saw that my mouth was following my wet panties up and down his cock. I felt the head of his dick swell slightly and his leg muscles flex. I tightened my grip on his cock and moved up and down faster now.