World’s Best Mom

Note : This story is completely fictional!
It was a warm, spring day and I hurried home from school in great
anticipation as today was my birthday. Every year my Mother would spend the day
baking a birthday cake from scratch and shopping for my present. She never
ceased to amaze me by her ability to find an incredible birthday present that
always reflected her love for me. We had a very strong emotional bond having
been on our own for the last 18 years and she had seen to it that I never wanted
for anything. During those years I had grown into a tall, strong, young man
never failing to attract the attention of the girls at school. I attributed my
good looks to her, as she was still rather young herself having had me at age 22
and by all accounts a very beautiful woman who still turned the heads of men
everywhere she went.
As I opened the door I was greeted by the warm, comforting scents of home baking
wafting through our home. Mom, I’m home!” I shouted. I hurried to the kitchen
eager to see what she had bought me; looking at the kitchen table I was
disappointed to see only my birthday cake and no beautifully wrapped gift
accompanying it. I assumed that she had merely not yet put it on the table,
quickly dismissing any thoughts that this would be my first year without a
present.
“’I’ll be right down!” my Mother called from upstairs. “Okay.” I responded
half-heartedly, as the disappointment of not seeing a present settled in. “I
hope she got me something” I thought selfishly only to feel a pang of guilt for
being so childish. After all, in the days leading up to my 18th birthday she had
made such a big ordeal over my becoming an adult and assuming my place as the
man of the house. Maybe it was time for me to stop thinking like a child and
realize that the best gift that she could give me was there all along, that
being, her total love for me.
I stood leaning against the kitchen counter listening to the sound of my
mother’s footfalls cascading down the stairs. I recognized the click-clack of
high-heel shoes and thought possibly she had dressed up to take me out to
dinner. “Happy Birthday!” she shouted as she entered the room looking simply
stunning in her silky, black, high-cut dress and stiletto heels. I judged by the
appearance of her gloss, red lips and black, mascara-lined eyes that she had
obviously spent considerable time doing her make-up, with her short, blond hair
framing her beautiful, smiling face perfectly.
As I watched her make her entrance I wondered why she never remarried, but was
grateful none-the-less to have been the focus of her attention all these years.
“You look gorgeous!” I told her as we fell into each others’ outstretched arms
and held one another closely. I hugged her petite, fragile frame as tight as
possible breathing in the pleasant aroma of her perfume.
Releasing her from my hug I allowed my hands slide down her back stopping at the
small of her waist and resting on them on the tops of her slight, slender hips.
She cupped my face in her hands as we stood silently looking deeply into one
another’s eyes; it was at that moment that I realized my mother was truly a very
beautiful woman. “I cannot believe that my little boy is 18 years old. I have
watched you grow into a man before my very eyes” she spoke softly gently
caressing my cheeks with her fingertips.
She had never been as passionate as she was when she uttered those words to me
and I could not help but feel that there was an underlying ulterior motive to
her affections. My thoughts were quickly forgotten when she burst out giggling
and began the customary two-handed tugging at my cheeks counting off one tug for
each birthday until she got to 18.
Still holding each other we filled the room with merriment and it was then that
I realized I had unconsciously tightened my hold on my on her tiny hips and
pulled her up against me. Throwing back her head in jovial laughter her body
pressed firmly against my own and I welcomed the soft, unique contours of her
body. Continuing in her mirthful state, she leaned back further and further, the
tips of my fingers fell into the curvature of her spine, the edges of my hands
grazing the smooth contour at the top of her buttocks.
I pulled her hips enthusiastically against my own, preventing her from falling
over. Sensations of arousal began to wash over me; I had never held her like
this before, the feelings of guilt and feelings of pleasure, confusing me. A
peculiar longing began to surface inside me as I was becoming sexually attracted
to my Mother.
As I held her, the proximity of my increasingly sensitive penis to her cleft and
the knowledge that they were only separated by layers of thin clothing
heightened my excitement. Out of a desire not to startle her and possibly end
this unique moment, I fought to resist my primal urgings to press harder against
her warm, soft body.
With our private parts pressed together I wondered sinfully to myself what my
Mother’s vagina looked like. Did she shave it clean like the women that I had
seen in the Playboy magazines? Did she have just a small, clean cut patch of
hair? What color was her pubic hair? Every woman that I had seen in porn
magazines varied and I was sure my Mother’s vagina was equally magnificent. I
brazenly held out hope that today she would share her secret with me.
As her laughter subsided, she gently wrapped her arms over my shoulders and
around the back of my neck, her breasts pressing against me she stared back into
my eyes. I realized that the pace of my breathing had quickened as her face
slowly and seductively closed in on my own until her lips softly grazed my ear,
she whispered gently, “I can feel that you truly have become a man.”
I suddenly felt ashamed of my hormone-driven erection as I began to blush and
pull away. “Sshhhhhh, don’t be embarrassed honey its’ okay” she spoke softly,
offering me reassurance while shifting her hips until my fully aroused penis
settled snuggly into the cleavage between her legs. An involuntary startle shook
my entire body, my heart pounding as my self-restraint began to crumble.
Leaning back to gaze into my eyes, she once again took my face with both of her
hands and told me, “You have come of age and in doing so you are now the man of
the house.” Pulling my face down into her own she kissed my lips tenderly, not
anything like the kisses that she had bestowed upon me, to show compassion for
my suffering or pride for my success, this was a very meaningful kiss. We were
now two impetuous adults and my body was responding to touches of this very
beautiful woman.
It was after our initial impassioned kiss, our faces only inches apart that she
revealed to me what my birthday present would be that day. Our hips pressed
firmly against one another, my swollen penis completely filling the void between
her legs, she disclosed her desire to vitiate me, “This year I am your birthday
present.” Unable to speak, I gazed upon her small, beautiful face, as I was
suddenly struck with a feeling of astonishment at the unexpectedness of her
gift, without hesitation I began to kiss her full, red lips deeply and
devotedly.
Moments later, our kissing became lascivious, as our lips parted and the
unfamiliar, light touches of my Mother’s tongue entering my mouth shocked and
excited me. I repressed my initial inclination to pull away and gradually opened
my mouth further allowing her tongue to move freely into my mouth. Stretching
our mouths wide in perfect accord, our tongues met and entwined, the true
meaning of her kissing grew more poignant. My strong, amorous feelings of love
turned into uncontrollable, sexual desires as I started to experience first
hand, lust.
My libido taking over, I found my hands slowly sliding from her hips and
following the firm, pleasing contours of her silk dress covered bottom.
Responding immediately to my touch, she raised her right leg and wrapped it
around my hip, her dress sliding aside as her most intimate, feminine body part
rested firmly over my mass of bulging manhood.
The sensation of warmth engulfed my throbbing penis and the realization that
there was now one less layer of clothing separating us was titillating. Locked
in a reprobate embrace, the alluring call of her femininity was too powerful to
overcome as I became hopelessly lost to my excessive sexual cravings.
My urges escalated as I kissed her neck and then the tops of her shoulders, the
tip of my tongue now moving lower down her chest, stopping only when I was over
the small protrusion of her erect nipple. Sliding the strap of the dress from
her shoulder the loose silken black material hung low exposing her perfectly
upturned breast.
Cradling her breast in my hand, I traced the outline of her stiff, dark pink
nipple with the tip of my wet tongue. I felt her body shake in response to my
touch, her warm, moist breath caressing the back of my neck as I gently sucked
on her breast. I felt her long, slender fingers gently stroking my hair as she
silently watched my attempt to suckle.
Time began to slow and with her breast in my mouth, my hands slipped down her
back until my fingers could trace the delicate line of her panties under the
almost sheer, silky material of her black dress. Allowing her breast to fall
from my lips we locked in an impassioned kiss, my fingertips wandering down into
the curvature of her bottom causing her to sigh gently into my mouth.
I began to roll up the silky material of her dress with my left hand, my right
hand seeking the nakedness of her flesh. I needed to vigorously explore all of
the forbidden parts of her body, experiencing everything she held sacred. I was
now determined to indulge myself in every manner of pleasure she could offer me.

My hands softly caressed the smooth, warmth of her diminutive bottom. Cupping
her buttocks in my hands I pulled her closer pressing my fully blood-gorged
penis tightly between her legs. Climbing up onto me and wrapping her legs around
my hips she suddenly broke free of our kiss and flung her head back emitting a
loud groan of pleasure.
Slipping my hands under the seams of the flimsy fabric of her panties my
fingertips stretched to reach deep into the furrow of her bottom. I began to
lift her tiny frame up and then lower it down again, grinding myself more
forcefully against her. Working my hands further under her and parting her
slight bottom until my middle fingers rested against the surface of her tiny
puckered hole between her buttocks. I strained to stretch my pinky fingers
reaching excitedly for the smooth, softness of my Mother’s vagina.
Now moaning out loud as she rode my crotch, she met my thrusts with her own. I
could control myself no longer and placed her frail, almost weightless frame up
onto the kitchen table laying her upon the open space normally occupied by my
birthday present.
With my her now on top of the large butcher block table I quickly moved my
birthday cake to the countertop, but not before I ran my finger across the
chocolate icing and held it up in front of her mouth. Without speaking she took
my finger into her mouth and closed her eyes, holding my finger perfectly still
I could feel the gentle motions of her tongue as it cleaned the frosting from my
finger.
As I held my fingertip in her mouth she reached down between her legs, her
fingertip gliding under her sheer, black panties, shivering as she touched
herself, withdrawing her finger she held it to my lips. My jaw fell slack and
she glided her sweet-scented finger over my bottom lip and into my mouth.
Closing my lips around her finger I began to discern the pleasant and agreeable
taste of my Mother’s previously forbidden fruit.
I sucked gently on her finger drawing the last traces of her exotic, natural,
aphrodisiac into my mouth. Looking into her eyes she appeared to be trying to
think fully and deeply about how next to proceed towards fulfilling her growing
passions.
Removing her finger from my mouth she reached back down between her legs. I
watched her shake in quick, involuntary movements as she slid her finger back
inside herself, her gaze into my eyes never wavering. Bringing her shimmering,
aromatic finger back up between our faces, I opened my mouth to receive her
distinct, savoriness again. “You like that don’t you”, she questioned.
“Mmmmm”, was all I could respond to her inquiry with as I found myself too
preoccupied with the fully arousing tanginess that covered her finger. Sucking
deeply of her finger, my lesson in carnality had begun, my appetite for her body
and her flesh had been fueled completely, my senses now fully aroused.
We held each others’ gaze as I slowly moved my hands up the outsides of her
thighs, pulling up her dress until they rested on her hips. Raising her hips
upward in quiet expectation, the faint image of her distinctly female
perforation was visible under the transparently thin, black fabric.
My hands trembling uncontrollably, I ran my fingers under the waistband of her
panties and very slowly, very carefully began to slide them down the sides of
the milky, white flesh of her hips. The silky fabric drew taut as the slender
material of her thong fought to free itself from the narrow of her clenched
buttocks.
I stole a glance back at her and spied a naughty smirk spreading across her
previously angelic face. I hesitated in anticipation before fully exposing my
Mother’s divinity, guilt spreading over me as I contemplated the grossly immoral
act I was now committing. Her words of temptation filled my ears, coaxing me
into her seemingly nefarious plot, “Go ahead baby open your birthday present!”

I stood breathless, nervously peeling her panties from around her hips and
unwrapping the most indecent gift of my young manhood. Fully preoccupied with
sexual desire, the very sight of her unfamiliar, fissure fully exposed was
incredibly erogenous. I had never considered that my Mother’s vagina would be my
first and as I stood staring I could not contemplate that there could possibly
be anything anymore more beautiful.
Her panties now removed and in my hand, I closed my eyes and placed them under
my nose, breathing in a mixture of fragrant soap and perfume. Nuzzling my nose
into the black, cotton panel of her panties that had only moments before covered
her private parts, inhaling deeply I found comfort in the warm, damp scent left
behind by the fabrics’ close contact with my Mother’s pudendum.
“Baby” I heard her call out, breaking my trance. Looking down into her big,
brown eyes and she stared back at me smiling mischievously, she had slid her
dress over her head while I was engrossed with her panties. For the first time
ever I was able to look upon her unadorned body, she appeared docile and
defenseless now wearing only her black, high-heels.
Taking in her graceful figure; I watched as her legs began to spread wide in
lewd invitation, her small, perky, breasts standing out on her delicate frame.
Hypnotized by the untainted abundance she was offering me, I uttered “You are so
beautiful”. Her shimmering, red, full lips turned upward and parted framing her
brilliant white teeth, obviously pleased with my compliment.
As I took in the beauty of her heavenly figure lying on the tabletop she lifted
up her outstretched arms beckoning me to begin my unrighteous passage into
manhood. I leaned down over her, our lips met forcefully; pulling my ear to her
mouth, she seductively moaned, “Happy Birthday!”
As she lay upon the table, I let her silken panties fall from my hand onto the
floor and stood motionless in a trance-like state capturing the exquisite beauty
of her womanhood. I could not believe that she was prepared to enter into such
an unspeakable act, allowing her own son to take part in sexual relations with
her.
I secretly prayed that she would not have any second thoughts and end her
licentious behavior. I then began to realize the perverseness of my luck to have
such an extraordinary mother who was offering me permission to enter into her;
willing to totally abandon her immaculate state in order to advance my
ascendance into manhood.
After having breakfast at this very same table only hours earlier, I had never
envisioned what was now happening. The meal my Mother had so carefully planned
and prepared for me was to be her. I watched her naked, writhing body now
displayed before me in libidinous sacrificial offering. The table had become the
new altar for our incestuous High Mass as I silently prepared to forsake all of
my moral beliefs. I thought of Adam and Eve. My Mother was now the impious Eve
calling out to me with her illicit, maternal fruit.
I viewed her feminine offering as so simple and faultless; the delicate,
burgundy-colored folds of flesh, topped off by a small, inverted, triangle of
closely shaven golden hair. The true nature of her sacrifice was so much more as
she lay offering her unspoiled womanhood to her virgin son.
A solicitous look upon her face, she gripped the backs of her thighs, her legs
bending at the knee and parting for me, she solemnly presented herself in an act
of complete and totally selfless devotion that was surrealistic. Here was my
gift and like every year previous, she never ceased to amaze me by her ability
to find an incredible birthday present that always reflected her love for me.
I wondered how many other boys received such incredible gifts from their mothers
on their 18th birthdays. Was I just exceptionally lucky or was this a secret
that every family had? Did other mothers teach their sons how to become men?
I continued to ponder silently, “Why shouldn’t the first woman I have sex with
be my Mother?” After all, I loved, respected and trusted her. She would never do
anything to hurt me and I could not think of a better teacher of all things in
life. “Yes!” I thought to myself, it would be very natural to have my Mother
teach me about sex and this would be one more of life’s lessons.
Legs raised and spread wide, she granted me the privilege of viewing what so
many men must have sought from her over the years. Taking in the previously
unimaginable offerings between her legs, I now understood what drove men to
court her, wishing only to be where I was at that very moment in time. I,
however, began to feel as though all I surveyed was in fact my birthright and I
was entitled to everything that was my Mother.
“Do you like?” she questioned me, smiling deviously. “I do, it’s so beautiful”,
I replied staring at the slight, narrow opening between her legs. “It’s all
yours. I have been saving myself for this very special day”, she went on,
confirming my egotistical belief that she was in fact my birthright. “It’s time
baby” she spoke softly, calling me to attend her lewd services of worship.
Lowering my face into the hollow at the juncture of her thighs, I breathed
deeply, filling my lungs with her essence. Anxiously anticipating my touch, her
breathing became ragged and labored as I knelt before her, in preparation for
our iniquitous act of communion.
Being between her legs was to be in my temple, at which I would ceremoniously
honor thy mother and give thanks for the truly miraculous gift she was now
bestowing upon me. I regarded her body with respect and reverence,
subconsciously declaring her to be sacred. I gazed upon her hallowed entrance in
absolute awe before obediently leaning forward and gently anointing her with
multiple soft kisses, consecrating her magnificent vagina and making it an
object of veneration.
Now that I had been permitted to view my Mother’s most carefully protected
treasure I would devote my being to serving her. Grazing the soft, fleshy gates
to her divine sanctum with my pursed lips I could sense the faint tremors
throughout her body, generated by my displays of affection. Her vagina was my
sacrament, possessing mysterious significance for which I would display reverent
love and devotion.
I marveled at the simplicity of the sacrifice she was asking of me for the
privilege of experiencing a state of familial togetherness that few sons ever
encounter with their mothers. To properly worship her body would merely require
a very minute sacrifice on my part. And I could think of no better way to honor
her then by introducing into her exquisite vagina, my virginal penis and
bestowing her long dormant body with my seed.
I bowed my head in obeisance, displaying my deep respect for the goddess’
genitalia now laid out before me. I was no longer aware of my Mother’s presence;
I only had awareness of the beautiful fissure between the set of smallish,
child-like legs. In my lustful state I only gave notice to the object and not to
the fact that it was my Mother’s reproductive organs that I longed to taste.
Wrapping my hands around her hips, her thighs now resting against my shoulders,
I kissed her once more, pleased with the gentle sighs of pleasure that it caused
her to emit. I contently traced the outline of her womanhood with my fingertip
and began to associate it with a beautiful flower, her lips were soft like rose
petals, her fragrant scent pleasing to the senses. Pinching the plum-colored
edges of her outer lips between my thumb and forefinger, caused her to quiver,
as I peeled open her fleshy folds revealing a most beautiful shade of vibrant,
shimmering pink.
Lowering my gaze I could not take my eyes from the, puckered, brown, hole
between her buttocks and my tawdry compulsion to lick it. I was simultaneously
attracted and repulsed by the tiny hole buried between her waif-like buttocks.
The thought of licking her anus appealed to the deviate behavior I was slowly
discovering inside myself, but the knowledge of that holes’ function made the
act seem vulgar.
At some very subconscious-level the decision had already been made as I pried
open her girlish buttocks and descended into the furrow of her soap-scented
bottom. My serpentine-like tongue slithered from the confines of my mouth to
begin the sordid task of stoking her puckered hole.
The sharp alkaline taste of her rigid anus bit into my tongue, a feeling of
revulsion washing over me. I heard her shrill sighs as she experienced for the
first time the oral stimulation of her never before touched orifice. The tip of
my tongue continuing deeper into her unexplored knot of muscle fighting against
her body’s natural reaction to contract further. She pulled her knees to her
chest and curled herself into a tight ball, allowing me unobstructed access to
her virgin hole and in return I bathed the entire furrow of her bottom with my
salivating tongue.
Out of the corners of my eyes I witnessed her fingertips excitedly grasping and
pulling apart her buttocks as she craved more stimulation, the first traces of
pink were now exposed. I reciprocated by stabbing my tongue into her virgin
sphincter making her cry out for me to continue my disgraceful conduct, “Oooo,
ooooo, ooooo, what are you doing down there baby?” she wailed, “Oooooo, oooooo,
ohhhhhh” she continued exhaling rapidly through clenched teeth.
Just as the pressure of my tongue started to overcome her sturdy hole allowing
me entrance, she cried out, “Oh no, no, please no” she protested. “Oh my God, I
can’t let you do that, it feels so good, but I can’t” she stammered overcome in
a moment of modesty.
Respecting her wishes, I began to move my tongue from the still-to-remain virgin
knot between her buttocks, towards the delectable lips of her wanting vagina. I
felt the light touch of her hands on the back of my head and listened to her
deep, long moans, as I succumbed to the irresistible compulsion to experience
the deplorable act of true Mother-Son cunnilingus.
With a faint, high-pitched sigh her hips came up to meet me and the subtle
tastes of her venerate fluids played upon my tongue. Each lick fueled my lust to
taste more of her scandalous succulence. Sensing my hunger she spread her legs
as far apart as possible, completely captivating me, luring me deeper into her
long unattended notch.
Gently pulling back the soft, fleshly lips of her magnificent flower, I plunged
my tongue deep into her muscular passage, causing her to moan out in ecstasy, as
I enthusiastically lapped up the more exotic tastes of her fully aroused body.
Suffering from an insatiable thirst for her sustaining fluids, I tried in vain
to stretch every inch of my tongue into the ripe goodness of her mature body.
Convulsing violently as my tongue dug deeper she moaned out unintelligibly,
“Tongue, I need…..,feeeeels, feeeeels, need inside me, tongue feels soooo
gooooood!”
Sensing my tongue’s desperate attempts to draw out the fecund richness from her
rapidly moistening vagina, she forced her hips into my face, eager to feed me
her inimitable fluids, as she became my incestuous co-conspirator.
My excited feeding now heightening her arousal, creating a steady stream of
pre-coital secretions that flowed from the deepest, untainted recesses of her
body. I had unlocked the secret to the most closely kept sacrament she had to
give and took great pleasure in letting her fluids cover my face and drip down
my chin as I feasted voraciously on her sweet, pink flesh. What flowed from the
exquisite slit between her legs and onto my tongue was so distinctive that its’
attributes would always be recognizable to me as my Mother’s from that day
forward.
Beneath my consciousness part of me understood that the delicate, scarcely
perceptible tanginess I was now experiencing were my Mother’s rare, procreative
secretions as they gently flowed from her fertile body. The very thought that
these were the fluids that the female body subtly produced as it prepared to
mate excited me greatly. The realization that the fluids I was lapping up so
voraciously were my Mother’s own, as her body instinctively prepared to copulate
with me was almost incomprehensible to my racing mind.
For whatever reason I thought of the rudimentary biology of what was happening.
The simple act of stimulating my Mother’s sex organs with my tongue had caused
her to generate heavier and heavier flows of natural lubricant. Her body’s
innate desire to prepare her female receptacle for the male penis was a basic
animal function that did not take into consideration the fact that it would be
her son’s penis she would be receiving. Our brains were unable to override the
incredible satisfaction that our mutual sexual stimulation was creating and tell
our bodies that a mother and son should not be propagating.
We had gone too far and it was too late to stop, my Mother was to become my mate
as our basic biological programming to reproduce made ending our orgy of flesh
impossible. My animalism became inescapable; I eagerly lapped up her precious
fluids, my body absorbing her streaming maternal nutrients. Digging my tongue
still deeper I sought to explore her very core, the pleasing flavor of her body
was extraordinary.
I fed on her glistening reproductive passage like a ravenous jungle beast the
sucking and slurping noises accompanying my heavy breathing drowning out her own
pleasured panting. My head swam as I took in the scent of her perfumed body, the
aromas of jasmine, peaches and flowers filling my senses.
As I worshipped at her altar, her moaning served as the perverse, ministerial
edict to eat of her flesh, and drink of her womb. The room filled with bestial
grunts and groans as a wicked son cannibalized his wanton mother upon the
kitchen table. Freely submitting to the stimulating pleasures of the flesh I
became fully obsessed with my immodest and obscene feast.
Her hands now securely wrapped around the back of my head, she held my face
firmly between her legs and I stole a quick glance into her eyes. What I saw as
I gazed into her wide eyes amazed me, with her jaw slack, mouth fully agape, her
body now convulsing in spasm, I could sense the fear and emotional distress that
only a mother could experience during incest.
As we locked eyes she appeared shocked by a moment of clarity in witnessing that
it was her own son’s face buried between her legs giving her such incredible
pleasure. I could tell she clearly understood the loathsome act we were
committing, but was now helpless to stop, as she forced herself to watch me
ravenously devouring her previously chaste offering.
In her face I sensed an imperceptible questioning coming from her, “Why?” It was
very faint, but as she watched me her mind was subconsciously forcing her to
verbalize her fears, “Why am I allowing my own son to do this to me?” I thought
I could hear her questioning out loud. “Why am I helpless to stop you?” I
imagined that I heard her call out with each whispery gasp of air she drew.
Her underlying desire for pleasure at any cost was winning out and I looked away
to avert her panic stricken gaze and continue my feast. My hunger was so
compelling that I craved to taste, touch and explore every sensation possible,
my fire fueled by her moans of ecstasy. With my face hidden between her legs, I
enjoyed the power I held over her body, feeling it respond in spasms of pleasure
to the touch of my tongue and fingers.
Soon her hips started to reflexively move in slow rhythmic thrusts to the pace
of my bawdy tongue further stimulating her sexual desires, “Ooooo, yes baby, eat
Mommy all up that’s it honey, lick Mommy’s pussy” she cooed
Her reference to herself as Mommy made me feel dirty and I realized just how
vulgar it would appear to anyone else if I were caught licking my own Mother’s
‘pussy’ at our kitchen table. I lapped feverishly of her unholy bodily
secretions, listening to her truly obscene requests to be eaten, understanding
that the evil of incest had gotten the better of her.
“God you make me so wet!” she proclaimed loudly before laying her head back down
on the table as I continued with my sinful meal of maternal flesh. I wondered
who was exploiting who as we both sought to use one another selfishly for each
their own ends.
I watched as the blood-red nail of her index finger slide into the furrow of her
vagina, stimulating her clitoris in self-gratification. I stared in silent
fascination as she began to masturbate right in front of my face, her slender
finger tip skillfully manipulating the tiny, bulbous bundle of flesh.
I pulled my tongue from her tight, soaked hole of her vagina and followed her
wet lips upward. Taking her finger into my mouth, my tongue came to rest over
the small, soft pearl that lay glistening between the top of her pink lips. She
reacted instantaneously raising her head off the table in a roar of approval
while pushing her hips up into my face, “Yes, baby, yes, right there honey!” she
yelled out.
Reaching down with both hands she excitedly pulled my face deeper into her
crotch. “Oh my God, yessss, yesssss!” she hissed from between clenched teeth. I
was amazed at how she had turned into a crazed animal and I continued to bear
down harder with my tongue on the shimmering jewel buried between her soaking,
wet folds of pink flesh.
Completely insensible to the disgraceful act we were committing she enveloped my
head with her legs and arms, frantically pulling my hair as she tried to force
my tongue to bear down harder. She began chanting as she clamped herself around
my head, “Yeah baby, oh yes, oh yessss!” The blasphemous rites of incestuous
cunnilingus rang throughout the kitchen as she became completely incorrigible
her only awareness was an acute sensitivity to the stimuli of my tongue.
My cock was now so incredibly hard that it began to ache from the confines of my
tight jeans. I reached down with one hand and began to unbutton and unzip my
jeans; I needed to escape them to get some sort of relief. Kicking off my
sneakers, I skillfully stepped out of my jeans, my cock springing forth as I
tore off my boxers, all the while continuing to focus on her immediate needs.

With my pants off, my rock-hard cock stood straight up and throbbing, I knew
what I had to do next. Things were moving too fast, I didn’t want her to cum
just yet, so I gradually lessened the force of my tongue and began probing her
dewy hole again.
“UUmmmmppphhhh……” was all she could communicate; expelling the last of her
breath, the pre-orgasmic waves inside her body began to subside and the familiar
gentle, deep probing of my tongue commenced. “I want you inside me” she uttered
in hushed tones, as if not to allow anyone else to hear her secret desire.
“Please, I need you inside me” she pleaded desperately, completely out of
breath.
Placing a very gentle kiss between her legs, I stood looking down at her; the
table top glistened with a light sheen of her fluids. Her vagina was completely
drenched and she was now in heat and unable to control her carnal desires, her
body writhing sinfully atop the kitchen table. Eagerly pulling my shirt over my
head, I tossed it aside; we were both now completely naked in each other’s
presence for the first time.
Without any clothing to hinder us, my heart raced until I thought it would burst
from my chest as I nervously stepped closer. My pulsating cock was so close to
her unobstructed opening that I could feel her fiery warmth radiating over my
crotch compelling me onward to an yet another outrageous and unnatural act.
Her eyes rolled wildly around in her head, legs spread wide as she reached down
and took hold of my cock. “Please, please, pleeeease…..” she wailed, as she
guided the tip of my cock up against her sweltering, gash beckoning me to enter
into sin with her. ”Oh fuck yes, baby you have such an incredible cock, please
fuck me, I need to feel you inside of me!”
I could not believe this was my Mother openly soliciting me for her own sexual
gratification. She was always the strong one, always the one in control of every
situation and now she was calling me into a world of total depravity, begging me
to breach her.
Since my days as a small child, I had always felt deep respect tinged with awe
of this almost goddess-like woman now lying beneath me, seeking desperately to
consummate our relationship. I would not need any further encouragement to fully
engage her in seemingly explicable behavior.
With a firm grip on my cock she slid my tumid head up and down the length of her
luxurious slit in ultimate temptation causing my innate moral willpower to
completely dissolve. The steaminess of her gash combined with a drop of my
pre-cum that had begun to ooze from the opening of my cock to provide the
lubrication we would need to fully engage one another. I sensed her outer lips
begin to separate, her shameless enticement influencing me into a condition of
excited desire.
My deep reverence for this woman had made me long for this to be a very special
moment between us. I held her small face in my hands and began to gently kiss
her forehead, her cheeks and then slowly graze my lips across hers. After a few
moments she regained her composure and our kissing became deeper and more
intimate. Still holding her face in my hands I stared intently into her
gorgeous, big, brown eyes and told her “I don’t ever want to forget this moment.
I want this to be the most perfect moment of our lives.”
The tip of my cock now snuggly tucked into the firm, outer folds of her
womanhood, we held each others’ faces in our hands entering into an unspoken
covenant. I felt as though this moment had somehow been predestined and I craved
entry into her loins.
Once again she reached down between our legs and I welcomed the soft, gentle
touch of her long, thin fingers wrapping around my rock-hard manhood. I moaned
out in pleasure as she massaged her outer lips with the head of my throbbing
cock carefully studying my pleasured response to her actions.
Wiggling my cock head back and forth over her aperture with her right hand she
parted her lusty folds with the index and middle fingers of her left hand. The
tip of my cock seated snuggly into her dank, fleshy mound ready to defile the
center of her generative power.
Urgently spreading her legs as wide as possible in her most visible display of
willingness, I could no longer resist her beguiling advances as I felt the tip
of my penis beginning to stretch the entrance into her vagina. My Mother’s
consent came in the form of the uplifting of her tiny hips. She was now ready to
engage me in our mutual quest for profane, sexual gratification.
I knew that to insert my penis into my Mother’s vagina would be to vitiate my
earliest memories of her and render them worthless. I was still her progeny with
a desire to please and my acquiescence would be expected no matter how base her
desires. I understood that my entrance into manhood depended on this very moment
and that until my penis was finally inside my Mother, I would always be just her
child.
Staring at me in a piercing manner through squinting eyes she watched me keenly.
I could sense the underlying evil motivation inside her as she quietly regarded
my passive compliance. The pressure of my penis building, smiling deviously, she
waited attentively for me to pierce her and fulfill her darkest sexual desires.

In silent obedience I continued to press against her, the head of my penis now
fully enveloped in her soft cleft trying to overcome her tightly drawn orifice.
With the momentum of my cock momentarily halted by the tightness of her long
dormant opening, my Mother’s hips reflexively pushed up overcome the last of her
resistance capturing the head of my cock inside her. The sensation of my entry
caused us to gasp in unison, looking deeply into her eyes, I saw the recognition
within my Mother that her son’s penis was now inside her. With one thrust of her
hips and in less than a second she had ushered us into our final state of
spiritual ruin.
“Is it in?” I asked, expressing my novice wonderment, completely overwhelmed by
the excitingly strange sensation of my full, thick head overcoming her muscular
opening. “Mmmhhhmmmm?” she smiled stroking my hair, a look of pride on her face.
“I can’t believe it’s really in!” I proclaimed victoriously. “Do you like that
way it feels?” she asked inquisitively. “It feels good, but I feel really weird”
I confided in her.
“I am sure it may seem a little strange at first, but its’ okay”, she tried to
reassure me. “What if anyone finds out?” I started to worry. “Nobody will know,
it will be our little secret”, she replied soothing my concerns. “Does it hurt?”
I felt the need to ask. “No honey, it feels wonderful” she sighed. “Shouldn’t I
be wearing a condom?” I asked. “Don’t worry baby I want you to know what a woman
really feels like, no condoms” she stated, making it clear that she had no
concerns about our unprotected state.
The uniqueness of her tight confines gave rise to an extraordinarily queer
sensation within me as I realized I had now crossed the line and fully entered
into a damnable relationship. Ensnared by her vaginal muscles, our sensitive
flesh fused together, my abnormal sexual drive fueling the increasing need to
culminate our lecherous deed. I had sexually violated my Mother, there was no
turning back.
I was so completely overcome by my uncontrollable lust for her that I found
strange satisfaction in knowing that I had done something very few sons are able
to do with their mothers. This would be our most carefully guarded secret,
creating an incomparable bond that would last our lifetimes.
The love I had for her and the feel of her body conflicted with my feelings of
wickedness and depravity for engaging in our incestuous act. Deceptively my
bodily sensations were telling me this was something very beautiful happening
between us. My heart raced and I kissed her lips gently once more readying
myself to venture further down our dark, unholy path, my destructive nature
defeating my moral beliefs.
With a sharply focused gaze she watched me, slowly licking her lips while
holding the head of my penis hostage inside her. As I watched I couldn’t help
but feel as though her body was devouring me, her tiny hole securely compressing
around the narrower portion of my shaft directly behind my head.
With her tiny orifice relenting and no longer capable of shielding her insides
from my invasive tool, I was now free to delve into her previously chaste
confines. Time slowed as I very gently began pushing my penis into the
comforting confines of my Mother’s silky, soft vagina. The delicateness of her
warm, moist insides caressed my hardness, as I found myself falling deeper and
deeper into love with her. Looking into her lucent eyes I began to ponder the
significance of what it meant for a woman to give herself to a man and how much
different that it must have felt for her to give herself to her son.
Gazing into one another’s eyes as my penis continued to move forward into her
silken passage I could sense her love for me growing as well. The deeper my
penis ventured the stronger our bond until the head of my cock pierced that
previously inviolable place she kept untouched until this day. As I watched her
eyes roll back in pleasure I realized that we had become one and knew
instinctively that his was the place that I would deposit my seed. I stopped and
kissed her tenderly, whispering into her ear, “Thank-you”, with the tips of our
noses touching, we stared into each other eyes once more.
With the snugness of her sultry hole coming to bear around the base of my
rock-like shaft; her fleshy, reproductive receptacle was now completely filled
by my thick, virginal penis and her body trembled uncontrollably. Our eyes
remained locked as we tried to peer into one another’s souls. By entering into
my Mother I had passed into manhood, she was now my lover.
Tears flowing we both were totally overcome by the emotion of our intense,
physical transformation, as we were now locked in the act of sexual procreation
as man and woman; my penis fully inserted into my Mother’s vagina to be excited
until orgasm and the ultimate display of true love, ejaculation of my seminal
fluids into her fertile reproductive tract.
The full awakening of our bodies was instinctive and very gradual and we began
moving in perfect harmony; the smooth, even strokes of my rigid cock probing the
lustrous softness of her body. The swollen, bulbous head of my cock moved back
and forth as I desperately sought refuge in her inner most recesses.
I ground myself into her, needing to feel as close as possible, until the coarse
hair of our crotches slowly started to rub our bodies raw. My cock fully
extended into her womb produced a dull ache in her belly causing her to groan
out loud. In her heightened state of arousal I felt the tantalizing sensation of
the full flow of her vaginal fluids coating the entirety of my pulsating cock;
with each thrust her flesh began to melt around the entire length of my
agonizingly stiff shaft. I held her close as we both began to shutter in a state
of complete and total euphoria.
I began to experience tremendous feelings of remorse for having violated the
hallowedness of my Mother’s body. Then looking back into her eyes I was quickly
comforted by her glowing smile and the tingling sensation of my throbbing cock
now fully enveloped by her warm, velvety wetness. I gently kissed her tears,
“Are you okay” I whispered. Fighting back her tears she replied, “I’m fine baby,
just fine!”
I couldn’t take my eyes off of this magnificent woman who was giving me the most
sacred thing a mother could give her son. Our bond was the strongest that I had
ever experienced in my entire life. She broke out in a big smile then slowly
laying her head back, closed her eyes and exhaled deeply as our hips moved back
and forth in uninhibited copulation.
Several moments later I stopped and remained perfectly still, content to gaze
upon her entrancing face in total amazement of her willingness to accept me
inside her. As her eyes opened I told her, “I don’t want this to ever end.”
“It’s not over yet baby” she replied smiling as I felt the smooth contractions
emanating from inside her as she gently tightened herself around my pulsating
cock. I kissed her lips as I slid my right hand under her back, carefully
raising her limp, almost weightless frame up towards me.
Reclining in my grasp, our eyes simultaneously drifted downward to gaze upon the
point at which our bodies joined. My blood gorged cock was now safely hidden
within the warm, soft confines of my Mother’s body. I watched in fascination as
her hand glided down over her soft, creamy, white belly, her long, slender
fingers spreading wider and moving lower until the base of my glistening cock
rested snuggly between her middle fingers.
I reached out with my left hand moving it down between our crotches and covered
her hand with my own, leaning forward I kissed her forehead. As I leaned back
she did not raise her eyes, caressing the base of my cock between her fingers
and rubbing herself at the same time she fell into a pleasured hypnotic state.

The power of our union was indescribable, contemplating the vision of our joined
bodies, I stared at point where or bodies joined, only the last ½ inch of my
vein-lined cock protruding from her body, our patches of pubic hair close
together. I ran my hand over her soft belly; coming to rest over the area my
cock occupied inside her. Her hand covered mine and together we rubbed her belly
in a circular motion over the very spot where she now held me inside trying to
fully comprehend our indecent sense of oneness.
As I watched her in an almost catatonic-like state; gradually I came to
understand her mysterious behavior, almost reading her mind. It became clear to
me that she was reverting back to her days as an expectant Mother, rubbing the
belly that once held her progeny; rubbing it once again, she seemed to silently
ponder the dark, forbidden pleasure of my fully erect manhood and the alluring
promise of my seed.
“What are you thinking?” I inquired softly. “You make me feel so beautiful” she
replied. “You are the most beautiful woman I know” I told her, watching her
upturning lips. “Do you really mean it?” she asked still looking down and
rubbing her belly. I raised my left hand to her face, holding it softly against
her cheek and watched as she continued rubbing her belly in a completely
peaceful state of reverence over delicate bond.
My eyes fell once more, “I really mean it” I assured her, and together we gazed
in stunned silence our hands moving back and forth over our entangled flesh, all
the while our minds unable to truly understand any immorality in our joining
since it offered us such a pleasured contentment. “You don’t have any regrets do
you?” she spoke softly. “No, do you?” I asked in return. “Only one” she replied.
I suddenly became frightened that I wasn’t making her happy. “What is it?” I
quickly questioned. “My only regret is that we had to wait so long” she giggled.
I contracted the muscles of my loins causing my cock to jump inside her. She
reacted instantaneously with a large glowing smile a look of cheer spread across
her face. “Are you cumming?” she asked me excitedly. I flexed my muscles several
more times and feigned climax, all the time my Mother urged me on as she looked
down at her belly trying to envision my seed filling her womb, “That’s my good
little boy, cum inside your mommy! That’s it baby just let it happen.”
I broke out in a large smile, laughing at her for having fallen for my
deception. “You aren’t cumming, are you?” she asked, seemingly disappointed.
“That wasn’t nice” she told me. I flexed my muscles in rapid fire motion which
got her instant attention, distracting her from her line of questioning, “Oh,
but that does feel good!” she proclaimed, smiling and giggling.
Looking into her eyes, I asked her in a more sober mood, “Do you really want me
to cum inside you? Biting her lower lip and breaking our gaze by looking down, I
couldn’t believe my luck as she replied sheepishly, “Yes.” I thought to myself,
“This is my best birthday ever! Not only has my Mother allowed me to fuck her,
but she genuinely wants me to cum inside her too! This is fantastic and
unfortunately I will never be able to tell a soul for as long as I live.”
Rubbing her clit with the tip of my thumb I remarked, “You know we are
committing a sin, don’t you?” “I do” she sighed. “Do all little boys get to put
their penis’ inside of their mommys?” I asked sarcastically. “Only the good
little boys” she smirked. “It feels so incredible” I remarked more seriously.
“It does, doesn’t it” she purred enjoying the stimulating touch of my thumb on
her most sensitive spot. “Why does it feel so good if it is a sin” I asked
unrepentantly. Raising her fingertip to my lips she ended my questioning, “Shhh
it doesn’t matter anymore.”
The subtle beauty and perfection of our physical coupling made it clear to me
that this was an act of love at its purest and our time together was not to be
wasted. We were merely two intensely human individuals bringing to a state of
perfection their long held adulation for one another.
With our union now forged in flesh we were now completely unrestrained by any
previously held inhibitions. We knew we were free to set aside any customary
bounds and limits; no longer burdened by moral constraint we could now begin our
journey for absolute gratification. She watched intently as I pulled her wedding
ring from her finger, placing it aside. Her eyes remained on the ring lying next
to her and I could sense a feeling of hurt or finality as I watched her.
Turning her head with my outstretched fingers to face me; her eyes closed and
then opened slowly telling me she understood the significance of my actions.
Reaching up devotedly she caressed my cheek and again her gaze fell down between
us. Our bodies fused in incestuous heat we could now give to each other without
restraint. There were to be no questions of right or wrong only of how much and
how far we would choose to venture.
The very thought that others would consider this a licentious sexual congress
produced an intense sexual desire within me causing me to only want her more.
Part of me almost wanted to have someone walk into the kitchen and witness us in
an act rejected by God putting us beyond hope of salvation. My Mother and I were
both now damned and I longed for the world to know what we had done.
Looking over her shoulder and towards the large sliding glass doors that led out
onto the porch in the back yard I realized that the blinds were not closed. Our
neighbor and good friend of my Mother, Ann, could walk up to the door at any
minute and catch us fornicating on the kitchen table. I thought how exciting it
would be to have her looking through the glass only 6 feet away while I fucked
my unwitting Mother raw, whose back happened to be facing the door.
I pulled her closer lifting her off of the table, discreetly scooping up her
wedding ring, very careful not to break our bond; I carried her up to her
bedroom. Laying her down on her bed I took a moment to pause and looked down
longingly at her stunning beauty. An underlying current of fidelity ran through
me as I leaned over her still form, my cock buried deeply between her legs. This
was the woman who gave birth to me and I was seeking to provide her with the
sexual gratification she so desperately deserved. I desired nothing more than to
repay her in pleasure for everything she had done for me.
Words are no longer necessary as we communicate by sheer instinct, wrapping her
arms around my neck, we kiss deeply. As we kiss our bodies respond to our innate
impulses and begin to move together, my need to fill her matched by her body’s
desire to be filled. Our bodies intertwined on the bed, our love making became
purposeful and deliberate, both sensing that we were sharing a very special
moment for the first time. “I want you to fuck me forever” she sighed as our
bodies moved in unison.
We moved together like long, lost lovers, our bodies fit into one another as if
they were always intended to be joined. I wanted our love making go into
eternity and held her tightly almost protectively, as I slowly and methodically
moved in and out of her wet, silky softness. Her small hips moved in sync with
my own, rising up off the bed to meet my slow, deliberate downward thrusts. That
long period of self-sacrifice and abstinence could not remain pent-up any longer
as the tempo of her hips quickened and the pace of our love making began to
accelerate.
“fuck me harder baby” she begged me unashamedly. The tempo of our fornication
quickened until the slapping of our flesh echoed throughout her bedroom.
Emitting a throaty roar of approval her moans gave me great pleasure in being
able to probe her deepest confines and fulfill needs that had lain dormant for
many years. I kissed her tenderly and whispered, “I want to taste you!” She
broke out in a big smile and motioned me to roll over “Not yet!” she grinned. I
held her close as I rolled onto my back keeping myself firmly inside her.
As she sat astride of me I felt the warm, comforting sensation of her wetness
washing over my swollen testicles and into my nest of coarse, black pubic hair.
Impaling herself on me I witnessed her body begin to convulse. The spasmodic
contractions of her body made her appear possessed and I realized that the demon
within her was in fact my 8 inch spike of flesh. Her eyes rolled back in her
head as an insatiable hunger swept through her, a fire raging in her loins.
The feeling of my cock now enslaved inside her was exquisite, the gyrations of
her hips escalated as the movements of her pelvis became deep and unstoppable.
Her short blond hair swaying in unison with her bodily motions, the tender folds
of her womanhood now drenched, bathing my body, her light, fragrant lubricant
flowing freely as she moved passionately. Reaching out I took her breasts in my
hands and began to squeeze them softly; she reacted by clawing my chest with her
long, sharp nails.
Flipping her hair back from her eyes she gave me a sly smile, her eyes were now
narrow and focused as she began to bite her lower lip. Sensing her increasing
arousal I began to pinch and tug on the stiffening nipples of her firm, soft
breasts. She began to inhale through her teeth creating the effect of a loud
hissing sound and at that instant I could see the devil in her eyes.
Staring intensely at me, eyes narrowing further, her lip turned white as she bit
harder down upon it. Fully mounted upon my cock she ground down with perfect
precision, as she spoke out her words were low and guttural, “Do you like
fucking me?” Her head rolled back and she drew in another breath that sounded
like an evil hiss. Her head snapped down and she glared into my eyes “Well, do
you?! How does it feel to fuck your Mommy?!” she spat out.
Somehow her obscene uttering shocked and provoked me as I felt a shot of hot
flame flare up inside me. Aggression welled up from my deepest core as I
exploded upright and threw her down on her back. Holding her under the total
weight of my body, she seethed, “What are you going to do now?” baiting me to
forcibly maltreat her.
Shock waves of white, hot anger crashed down inside my head as I tore her legs
apart and rammed the full length of my cock into her body. My violence spiraling
further and further out of control as I pulled her hair, holding her head back
and looking into her face I hissed, “Is this what you want?! You want me to take
you?!”
A sly smile spread across her face only furthering my outrage. Still holding a
handful of her hair I tugged her head back until her throat arched upward
causing her to gasp out loud at the sharp pain. Again and again I drove home my
fully erect cock seeking my own gratification; watching with curious pleasure as
her body contorted in anguish. I was hurting her and it felt good, my pleasure
was her pain. Her face cringed each time I drove my cock home and cries of
torment rang throughout the room as I forcefully violated her internal
boundaries. My words like venom I growled out, “You like this, don’t you!?”
“Yes! Yes, I love it! I need this soooo badly!” her high pitched cry piercing
the air.
The simultaneous clapping of colliding flesh and the thunderous crashing of the
large brass headboard against the wall resonated through our normally quiet
home. Pushing her legs back and forcing her into a compressed ball I came down
on her with explosive force repeatedly trying to split her wide open, the air
filling with her deafening wailings of torment and agony. Her bedroom was
overwhelmed with the loud creaking of the iron bed frame and the coils of her
mattress squealed as I dispensed with the torturous pounding of her body.
Our sensual love-making had degraded into a heathen ritual of sadistic,
unfeeling fornication. Shouting out profanity laden encouragement and outwardly
pleased with her rough treatment I fed her masochistic tendencies. “It’s your
pussy now baby, take it, fuck it, fuck it hard!” she cried out.
Her sexual gratification was now dependent upon my ability to inflict pain,
suffering and humiliation. It was as if she wanted me to dispense with her
punishment for her reprehensible behavior. “I’m not your Mommy any more, I’m
your slut, fuck me hard, fuck me with that big cock until I cry!” she screamed
out gouging my back with her long, red nails trying to incite me with pain. We
had now ventured into a remote, soulless abyss in appalling defiance of God’
laws as a mother begged her son to sexually assault her.
I was amazed at her resilience as her tiny body accepted the pain and she very
submissively allowed me to continue my constant assault on her body. My resolve
to inflict pain upon her now battered hole began to waver and my pace slowed.
Much to my amazement I felt her tender touch on my cheek and looked down into
her face. “Is everything okay baby?” she asked. Her eyes revealed genuine
concern, “I just want you to feel good honey. Use me” she pleaded while her
finger tips grazed my cheek. Deep inside her I sensed anxiety that she still had
not succeeded in completing our coitus and her womb still lay barren.
I was overwhelmed with remorse for having felt so angry at her. Tears began to
pool in my eyes as a steady wave of shame overcame me. Reaching up to wipe away
my tears I sobbed at her touch. “Its okay baby, I know it might be a little
confusing, but I like it when you are rough” she told me. “It has been so very
long since I shared myself with a man, but please don’t get scared.”
“I know what you need” she smiled. Rolling me onto my back, my cock fell from
her body, our bond now temporarily broken. She stood at the edge of the bed
looking down at my fully erect, glistening, wet cock. “Its big baby” she said
licking her lips an obvious hunger rising within her.
I stared in awe as she tucked her hair up over her ears, kneeling down before
the altar of my manhood. Her slender fingers, tipped by bright, red nails
wrapped elegantly around my pulsating thickness, like the talons of a predator.
Gripping me tightly she ran her closed hand up and down the length of my soaked
cock, closely examining every minute detail of her imminent meal. “It’s so
perfect, it’s beautiful” she purred. I trembled with anticipation as I watched
her serenely worshipping my ramrod, straight cock.
She never took her eyes off of mine as she began tenderly kissing my shiny, wet
erection in homage. Drawing my glistening purple head into her diminutive mouth
she began running her hot, wet tongue in circular motions around my crown.
Stretching her mouth wider, through squinted eyes she became closely observant
of my reactions, the tugging on my cock increasing as she sucked harder and
harder.
It was obvious that my Mother had sucked a few cocks in her day she displayed a
level of skill that could only come with experience. I could tell she truly
enjoyed sucking my cock and I loved the fact that she so freely submitted to
such a degrading act. My body arched from the bed as she began licking and then
sucking one of my swollen testicles. Spreading my legs, I reached down and
attempted successfully to stuff her mouth with my second testicle which despite
my painful attempt would not fit into her diminutive mouth.
I watched her head dip lower and felt her small, wet tongue probing my sensitive
bottom. I pulled my legs back towards my chest as her tongue slowly swirled
around the outer edge of my anus. Holding my breath in expectation I expelled my
lungs as her tongue settled over my acutely responsive hole. I looked down in
disbelief as she spread my bottom wide and pressed her face into me, trying to
overcome my body’s natural resistance.
I enjoyed the sensation of having her lick me, but the moment her tongue forced
its’ way into my rectum I felt awkward and I couldn’t let her continue such a
humiliating act. Grabbing my cock, I pushed it into her face and she responded
immediately by taking me back into her mouth. She started sucking much harder
this time, the room filling with loud sucking and smacking sounds as she fed on
my swollen cock.
Moaning out in a display of my satisfaction with her oral skills I called out to
her, “Oh yeah, that’s it, suck that cock!” I noticed the faint traces of a
smile, as the corners of her mouth upturned, while she filled her mouth further
with my meaty offering. “Show me how much you love me” I challenged her.
In a complete act of selfless devotion she closed her eyes and plunged down into
my crotch taking me into the deepest confines of her mouth and throat. My
moaning filled the room as her lips wrapped around the base of my cock while her
small hands clenched my swollen balls. “Oh fuck yes!” I shouted in
gratification.
I took hold of her head and slowly began to sit up. Clamping her head between my
hands forcing her to continue to hold me in her mouth I finally stood before
her. I was captivated by the site of her eagerness in consuming the entire
length of my cock. I took her head in my hands holding her head perfectly still
as I began to fuck her mouth. Leaning over to watch closely I admired her for
her willingness to allow me to use her mouth for my own pleasure.
Sliding my raging hard cock in and out of her mouth fascinated me and without
thought I called out, “Look up at me!” I made her watch me as I continued to
fuck her mouth asserting my total dominance. Probing the deeper recesses of her
mouth she started to gag and her eyes began to water causing her eye liner to
streak down her cheeks giving her the appearance of a sad mime. I loved the
power I wielded over this tiny, naked woman kneeling before me. I could not take
my eyes from her, now locked in this abhorrent act, trying to burn the image
into my mind for all time.
She fought the urge to gag and continued to submit to my authority never looking
away from my bold stare. I continued to fuck her mouth until streaky, black
streams of tears covered her cheeks giving her a pathetic appearance. Her eyes
welled over trying to silently convey an urgent appeal that she was now
completely exhausted. The prolonged, low, inarticulate sounds uttered from her
physical suffering convinced me of her full degradation.
I commanded, “Come here” reaching down to pull her up by the arm. “Why, what’s
wrong?” she questioned fearing she had not performed to my satisfaction.
“Nothing” I stated abruptly. Pulling her up onto the bed I climbed over her on
my hands and knees and buried my face into her dripping pussy.
Within moments we were locked in incredible mutual oral sex; occasionally I
would peer down underneath to watch my cock sliding in and out of her mouth. As
I began to bear down on her magic pearl she broke out into a cock-starved frenzy
pulling my hips down into her face and consuming every inch of my cock. I, in
turn, buried my face deeper and began inserting my finger in and out of her
gorgeous, drenched hole.
We fed furiously on each others genitalia until in a complete spasm she spat out
my cock and began screaming in pleasure. I held fast to her hips, “Yes, Yes,
Yessss! Oh my God baby, oh my God! I’m going to cum!” I one final thrust of her
hips she let out a scream and started to convulsing in orgasm after orgasm. My
grip on her hips was firm and after she came she attempted to push me away. In a
fit of almost crying, almost laughing, she continued fighting to force my face
from between her legs, but still I licked her.
I hovered between her legs greedily licking up all the delicious, post-orgasm
juices that flowed from her body as she gently drifted into a state of total
relaxation. I climbed up and hunched over her inanimate body admiring the large
smile that I had embossed on her face. “Did that feel good?” I asked. “Oh my God
yes baby that was incredible. Nobody has ever made me feel like that before” she
whined. “Is it okay if I fucked you again” I asked, my words making me feel
dirty. “Of course baby, you can always fuck me you don’t need to ask, just take
me when you need me sweetie.” she whined with closed eyes. “I’m so happy you
like this” I told her realizing that she had transformed into my own little,
cock-starved slut.
As I lowered myself to meet her outstretched arms the sheets rustled as her legs
parted to accept me again. She tenderly guided my cock to her waiting hole,
watching one another intently; I slid in with absolutely no resistance. “You are
so beautiful, thank-you for loving me so much” I told her as I pushed my cock to
its’ deepest point inside her. All she could do was groan out in a mixture of
pleasure and deep, dull pain. I ground my hips as hard as possible against her
in order to give her every inch of my being. Raising her legs up and spreading
her open I took her ankles and pushed them back until the backs of her calves
rested on the tops of my shoulders allowing me the deepest penetration possible.

I molested her slowly and deliberately until she begged me to go harder. My
animal lust boiled over as my newly minted slut pleaded, “Oh baby, harder,
harder, pleeaaseeeee!” I pulled my cock all the way back and in one explosive
motion rammed it as hard as possible into her. A loud clap rang out as our flesh
collided, her head shooting up in anguish as the head of my cock resumed
battering parts of her body not meant to be violated.
Over and over I bestialized her body with my rigid tool, I watched intently as
she accepted the pain I inflicted upon her in a selfless act to satisfy me. No
longer content with observing her agonized facial expressions, I watched my cock
in fascination as I withdrew then drove it into her hole over and over. The
force of my thrusts caused a rippling effect across her belly and her breasts
were jolted upward then relaxed back downward on her chest as I very slowly
withdrew my rock-hard tool. Deep down what I really wanted was for her to beg me
to stop, but she never asked me to stop, I realized that her love for me knew no
bounds.
Placing my hand behind her head I pulled her head forward raising it off the
pillow, forcing her to look down upon our colliding genitals as we engaged in
forbidden intercourse. I felt great power in making her watch as my cock slammed
into her body and then slowly slid out, only to repeat the process over and
over. I wanted to instill in her the reality of our incest and knew that she
would be best served by watching as her son’s cock penetrated her sacred vagina
in an act of criminal congress.
It amazed and confused me that what we were engaged in was considered a felony
offense. My knowledge that our union was criminal only gave rise to higher
levels of arousal within me. “Who is to say that a son’s penis does not belong
inside his Mother” I questioned myself. “We are two consenting adults” I
thought. “Besides I love my Mother and she wants me to fuck her” I concluded.
With my internal conflict resolved I concentrated on enjoying the stimulating
sensations of my cock sliding in and out of her gorgeous body.
I watched this beautiful woman who gave me life willingly subject herself to the
basest acts of my carnal lust. I released her legs allowing them to fall by my
sides and I took her face in my hands again and kissed her softly and
passionately. Grinding my cock into her, stretching the limits of her
elasticity, it began to jump and quiver and she knowingly responded by looking
enthusiastically into my eyes as I held her face firmly. The moment she had been
waiting for was quickly approaching.
Breathing heavily we attempted to kiss as we stared into each others’ eyes. I
watched a look of satisfaction wash over her face, visibly pleased as she
prepared to be inseminated by her own flesh and blood. Lost in her gaze I gave
one final push of my hips to signify my impending release and she pushed back
desirously, signaling her immodest acceptance. Our lips tightly pressed together
as we locked eyes; a silent communication exchanged between us as we prepared to
consummate our first Mother-Son sexual intercourse with the transference of my
virgin seed into her fully mature reproductive organs.
Holding me as tightly as possible she readied herself, in the ultimate display
of unfailing love, to accept the risk and undesirable consequences that our
reckless indiscretion may yield. Having retrieved her wedding ring from under
the pillow with my left hand I pulled her right hand up in front of our faces.
She watched with great curiosity as I prepared to slip the ring back on her
finger. Holding the small, gold band around the tip of her ring finger, her head
made minute motions up and down, as she gave me her tacit approval to make our
physical union inseparable.
I slipped the ring onto her finger and we kissed tenderly, all the while, a
queer sensation of exertion building in my lions. The token of my betrothal
sliding snuggly onto her finger, a tremulous wave overtook me, the merging of
our bodies moving towards completion.
My Mother’s fully enlivened womb called out in alluring waves of contraction
initiating our intensification. Engulfed in the fiery flames of sin, her body
demanded finalization of our incestuous intercourse; I felt her unchaste uterus
overpowering my faltering restraint in its unholy demand for the conciliation of
my semen and her waiting ovum.
I tried to speak and only a croak of, “Mom”, came out before I experienced my
life giving fluids begin to rush from my body into her own. She held her finger
to my lip in a gesture of silence, a look of approval upon her face, knowing my
body would now comply and her base maternal needs were about to be satisfied.
Our roles reversed as I became scared and in need of her comfort while she
seemed self-assured and confident in our decision to enter into the generative
stage of our relations.
I watched in quiet fascination, her eyes grew wide in stunned astonishment as my
body surrendered its’ seed deep into her body. Her consciousness fully elevated,
her eyes further expanding in realization that my ejaculations had become a
deluge, completely filling her physical and emotional voids. Our need to indulge
in the sensual pleasures of the flesh was culminating in the shameful act of a
mother and son engaged in the immoral act of procreation. Locked in sin,
millions of my sperm had burst forth seeking to enrich her reproductive cells.

Seconds later, her eyes rolled back into her head and she yielded to what was
happening deep inside her, as my unending flow of love filled her womb. Eyes
closed, her fingers running through my hair; she appeared to freely and
willingly surrender her very soul to me, but what I sensed she was actually
doing was draining me of my overabundance of hot, sticky fluid.
Her body shook intermittently; watching her writher back and forth in a
possessed state on the bed beneath me, her skin tone became vibrant and rosy. I
had the profound feeling that by accepting my most sacred offering, her long
barren body had started magically reverting back to its lush, youthful
condition. She gently whispered, “That’s it baby, cum inside me, fill Mommy up!”

I continued to cum over and over, in a very slow, controlled fashion, as I
injected her ripeness with the most incredible, complete orgasm I would ever
experience. I was resolved to drain myself completely and continued pushing into
her. I straightened my arms and on balled fists I hovered over her until I was
completely emptied of my sexual fluids.
Having completely infused her body with my seminal fluids I collapsed on top of
her and lay in her arms as she stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head
over and over in gratitude. My cock grew soft and started to withdraw from her
wet, stretched hole until it eventually slid out of its own accord. I was
overwhelmed with sadness as our bodies naturally uncoupled.
We lay in bed and she allowed my hands to wander all over her body giving me
some degree of comfort. I began to kiss her breasts and worked my way down to
her belly where I stopped. I slowly began kissing her belly right above her
beautiful, wet hole and realized that I was inside her, coursing through her
body.
I continued to stare at her belly and wondered if my seed had started to take
purchase within her. Looking down at me she must have sensed my distress, “Leave
that for me to worry about. It’s what I wanted honey.” Stunned, I asked her,
“How did you know what I was thinking?” “I can always tell what you are
thinking” she whispered. “And yes, I can feel you inside me” she sighed, running
her fingertips lightly across her fertile belly.
She purred in detached contentment, caressing the life inside her, outwardly
pleased at what she had stolen from me, “Did you know sperm can live inside a
woman for 3 to 5 days?” The awkward pause that followed was cause for worry as I
imagined that she wanted to become pregnant. “Not to worry my darling, I’m late
in my cycle, so it is unlikely your little guys will find anything to fertilize”
she giggled.
The very thought that filling my Mother so heavy with seed could produce such
sensual gratification in her, made me incredibly horny all over again. “I forgot
what it was like” she said and then added almost glowing, “I just wish I could
always feel this way.” Speechless, I kissed her overflowing passage feeling a
great sense of pride in having fulfilled her deepest maternal needs.
“Did you mean it when you told me that I can have you anytime?” I asked. Holding
my gaze and looking directly into my eyes she said “You can have me whenever you
want.” She kissed my forehead as I climbed up on top of her, holding her face in
my hands, my stiffening cock slipped gently back inside her warm, brimming
confines. Looking deeply into each others’ eyes we simultaneously broke sheepish
grins, reaching up she pinched my cheeks then began tugging on them counting out
to 18. We both fell into a fit of laughter, “You’re a man now honey” she sighed.
“Thank-you is not enough” I told her. “Then show me” she replied playfully.
I fell into her once more our bodies entangling, the flesh of Mother and Son
again intertwined as our forbidden ritual resumed. Our sexual union commencing
as I moved my stiffening cock back and forth inside her. I could feel her womb
now rich with my viscid, generative secretions, each slow thrust of my growing
cock pushing my seed deeper. “This is where I belong” I told her. “Yes you do
baby” she replied warmly, “Deep inside me.”
We would continue to celebrate my passage into Manhood until very late that
night. Emptying myself twice more, a thick, white froth started to force its way
out of my Mother’s receptive body, eventually spilling over onto her bed.
Thoroughly exhausted we would lay in our pool of commingled fluids peacefully
falling asleep in each others arms.
The next morning I would awaken alone to the sound of the shower running. My
hand unconsciously reached down to touch the remnants of the past night’s
immoral union. My finger tips stopping to examine the thick, irregular stain,
pulling back the sheets I took in the large crimson blot. My Mother’s body had
rejected my vile seed and purged with it her dignity. I stared in shock at the
bloodied sheets.
Raising myself out of the bed I made my way across the room and into the steam
filled bathroom. Entering the foggy bathroom I could make out her figure through
the translucent glass, her wet hair hanging from her bowed head. With both of
her hands covering her now barren womb she sobbed unaware of my presence.
Not wanting to trespass on her very private moment I stood silently. “Its okay
baby, come in” she called me. Lifting her head she pushed the wet strands of
hair from her face, her eyes were red and cloudy. Stepping into the shower I
embraced her diminutive figure and kissed the top of her head. The warm water
cascaded over us as we stood silently.
“I’m sorry” I spoke softly to her. “Don’t be honey. I’m fine, really” she
replied gathering up her composure and looking up into my eyes. “Then why were
you crying” I asked somewhat confused. “Women cry for strange reasons, but I
swear that I am okay” she tried to reassure me.
I shut off the shower and as I toweled off her petite body my cock began to
slowly awaken. After I had dried her off, she took the towel from me and started
to wipe the beads of warm water from my chest. Looking down at my fully erect
cock she smiled, “You are insatiable. What is a mother to do?”
Turning away from me, she placed her hands against the shower wall and arched
her tiny bottom up against my rock-hard cock. I wasted little time in grabbing
my throbbing shaft and steering it back inside her. I held her tiny waist and
watched as she pushed her bottom into my hips, her body consuming my entire cock
once again.
As I slid myself in and out of her, my cock became covered with the hot, crimson
discharges from her uterus. I continued to watch my cock move back and forth
into her quickly bloodying hole, her menstrual flow covering us completely and
running down the insides of her thighs. Her pussy felt extremely hot as her
bleeding continued, small drops of blood began to splatter on the shower floor,
offering me definitive proof that our copulation had not resulted in my
impregnating my Mother the previous evening. I wondered if her ovum lay on her
bed or was now passing down her leg onto the shower floor.
The site of her blood excited me and I started to quicken the pace of my thrusts
until she began to moan out. Our coupling in the shower produced echoed claps of
colliding flesh and her moans carried throughout the house. I ran my right hand
underneath her tummy reaching for her vagina trying to cover my hand with her
blood which I started to smear all over our bodies. The sight of us covered in
her blood created a deprived sense of pleasure and I continued until I could no
longer contain my excitement and came inside her.
I turned on the shower rinsing us both clean, after toweling us dry, I carried
her back to our bed where we made love once more. Laying in post-coital bliss I
confided in my Mother, “You know I will need this every day now, don’t you? I
think it would be best if you went on the pill. I don’t want to have to worry
about you getting pregnant.” “Maybe I like the element of risk that it adds” she
answered, lying on her side, her head resting on her upright hand. “What would
you do if I became pregnant” she prodded. “I would take you to the doctor’s for
an abortion” I wasted little thought in responding.
She rolled onto her back and we both lay in silence until she spoke again, “Just
so you know what really excites me about this is that we both know it is wrong,
but it feels so good.” “It does, but I love you so it’s okay as far as I’m
concerned” I told her. “Honey, its’ incest, a mother is not supposed to have sex
with her son, it is illegal, it is immoral and it is a sin” she continued. “Why
are you telling me this” I struggled to ask. “I’m telling you this because I
love you and want you to understand that all of those ‘bad things’ make it all
that more exciting for me. It makes me feel dirty to do something the world says
is so wrong, but feels so good with someone who I love and who loves me” she
said.
I lay next to her and took her hand in my own as we stared at the ceiling. “So
you don’t want to go on the pill” I inquired. After several seconds of silence
she responded, “Part of the excitement for me is the risk of allowing you to cum
inside me. I don’t expect you to understand.” “I actually do understand. I was
scared when I first started to cum, but you made me feel like it was alright” I
began to reveal to her. “I did wonder if you would become pregnant and it
excited me…….” “Because it is wrong” she finished my thought. “Yes, and then
each time I came I wanted to get you pregnant” I told her. “When I saw the blood
on the sheets when I woke up I was both relieved and in some weird way
disappointed.”
She lay silently thinking about what I had just said, her left hand caressing my
cock. “So you want to get me pregnant” she questioned. Before I could even
consider the question properly, I replied “Yes”. I heard her swallowing loudly
and I exhaled deeply after my reply. “We both like the idea of risk obviously,
so I am not going on the pill” trying to conclude our conversation by sitting up
and straddling my stiff cock. Squatting down to receive my cock she looked into
my eyes, “It is now your job to fuck me. I’ll worry about the rest.”
I left for college that fall, returning home at every opportunity, our illicit
affair growing in intensity with each visit. Our periods of abstinence ended
almost as soon as I would walk in the door, with my customary hard-on, lusting
for my mother/mistress. Meeting me at the doorway and closing the door
immediately behind me, our embraces of greeting quickly gave way to lustful
clutching. Her needs were intense and immediate and we usually undressed one
another right in the kitchen and coupled on the floor, countertop, table or any
other easily accessible spot.
During my summer vacation we would hike into the woods for our sexual unions to
increase our ‘excitement factor’. As we climbed into the hills I would walk
behind her, enjoying the sight of her small bottom clad in tight shorts. Once
far enough into the woods we would strip each other down to our hiking shoes and
continue into the vast woodlands arriving at our favorite secluded picnic spot.

Spreading our blanket out in the grassy clearing we would feed each other fruits
and cheeses, making love in the sunshine until it was time to go home. I became
especially fond of kneeling behind her as she bent over and rimming her puckered
brown hole until she could handle no more. By our third hike she allowed me to
penetrate her bottom. After I had thoroughly licked her tight hole, she went to
her back pack and pulled out a bottle of K-Y. Passing it to me, she bent over
and I lathered the cool, slippery liquid up and down the crack of her bottom.

Lining up the pulsating head of my rock-hard cock, I allowed her to push back
against me trying to break her tiny knot and control the pace of my entry. I
watched in perverse satisfaction as my cock violated her most forbidden hole and
knowing that I had now conquered every sexual frontier possible.
Her sphincter muscles were incredibly tight and I had to fight my heightened
arousal not wanting to cum to soon. Whining out loud in discomfort she continued
to impale herself on my pole until it had disappeared completely up inside her
anus and into her rectum completely filling her tiny ass. We both froze as she
tried to adjust to the unnatural sensation of my cock and I welcomed the lack of
motion as any slight movement at that time would probably make me cum. I would
have been happy to stand behind her motionless forever with my quivering cock
tightly wrapped inside her tense canal.
As I held her hips in my hands watching her clutch the fallen tree she was
leaning against I asked, “Are you alright?” Taking deep, rapid breaths she
managed a response, “I’ll be fine please just don’t move for a while, okay? I’ve
never done this before, I just need a few minutes.” After a minute or two she
began to slide her ass up and down the length of my shaft until she had overcome
her muscles’ natural instinct to expel me.
With her bottom completely loose I assumed control of the pace of our anal
intercourse. We gradually increased the tempo until the woods where filled with
animal-like grunts and groans. Taking firm hold of her pixie-like hips, I
sodomized her to completion, culminating in a loud exclamation of satisfaction
as my cock exploded inside her taut bottom.
Many times we traveled far away and enjoyed the anonymity that only a distant
place could afford us, holding hands as we walked, kissing in public and
enjoying the lifestyle of a couple. Checking into hotels as Mr. and Mrs., many a
desk clerk would wink at me thinking that I had a sugar momma, not knowing that
they were indeed half right.
Our hunger for risk increased until on day we decided to travel to Las Vegas. We
went to a wedding chapel and told the chaplain we wanted to renew our vows. My
Mother looked lovely in her white dress and holding a bouquet. We wrote out our
own vows that included reference to the first time we made love. “As I gaze
deeply into your eyes and place this token of my betrothal upon your finger I am
reminded of the first time we entered into our special union. I told you that I
loved you very much” I spoke to her. “When you gave me my ring and we joined as
one I showed you that I loved you very much and still do” was her reply.
We kissed to the clapping ovation of the chaplain and 2 witnesses. “Having
renewed your vows, I now pronounce you man and wife” he exclaimed. I felt a
thrill at the level of deception we had achieved as we remained in an
impassioned kiss. I ran my hand down over her bottom and pulled her hips into
mine, pressing our genitalia together and whispered, and “I want you!”
“One more thing” she exclaimed. Putting her leg up on a chair she motioned me to
reach up her wedding dress and remove the garter from her thigh. Dropping to one
knee before her and looking up into her eyes, she smiled as my hands started up
her calf and over her thigh, disappearing under the white fabric.
In full view of these three strangers I reached up to the top of her thigh for
her garter. The wide smirk on her face made me realize that she had purposely
pulled the garter up as high as possible. In a feigned questioning voice I
pretended not to be able to find the garter, all the while gently stroking the
fleshy, damp mound under her lacey panties. The laughing wedding party offering
encouragement, totally unaware that they were witnessing a son molesting his
mother.
Walking out to the limo we sipped champagne and held each other kissing often
continuing our charade. At the hotel, much to her surprise, I carried her from
the limo to the elevator while unsuspecting guests applauded the arrival of the
apparent newly weds. Stopping in front of the elevator we kissed daintily
succumbing to the chanting requests of the crowd in the lobby. The kissing and
groping continued with earnest in the elevator and we started stripping down at
the doorway to our suite trying to free each other from our clothing.
Upon taking off her dress she stood at the foot of the bed and I looked on in
amazement at the seductive and sexy figure of my pretend bride wearing only a
white corset, thigh-high stockings and white high heels. “Now that the world
thinks we are man and wife and we are also on our honey moon”, raising her
fingers in mock quotation marks, “I think that as a good husband it is your
responsibility to honor your willing wife’s desires, don’t you agree?” Staring
intently into my eyes she exclaimed, “I want you to get me pregnant!”
Her role-playing fueled a fire of primal lust so intense that I had
inadvertently started stroking myself as her words lured me deeply into a state
of sin once again. The thought of making my Mother conceive would be the
ultimate in baseness and caused me great excitement.
A look of approval filled her devilish face as she watched me touching myself.
Crawling across the bed and climbing up over me, she unsnapped the crotch panel
on her corset unveiling her lewd bridal gift to me and started to force her
groom’s aching cock inside her. We had succeeded in adding a completely new
dimension to our lascivious affair. Each touch, taste, glance and movement was
renewed during our love making as we now pretended to merge flesh as man and
wife.
She confided in me that the timing of our ‘honeymoon’ coincided with her
‘monthly window’ and put us at the highest possible risk for conception. This
would be the pinnacle of daring excitement for both of us and we impulsively
accepted that fate would be what it would. I really wanted to take our sexual
tryst to the ultimate level there could be nothing more improper, shameful,
disgraceful or shocking than impregnating my own Mother.
We began mating with maniacal depravity, biting and clawing each others’ flesh
until we bled. There was also something very different about the feel of her
body during intercourse. Each time I withdrew my length from her tender sheath,
I witnessed my cock becoming coated with clear, stretchy mucus, almost similar
to egg whites.
“I need you to cum inside me baby! Please cum inside me”, she begged, displaying
an outwardly rapacious desire for me to inseminate her. Her base maternal urges
produced an inordinate greed within her as she desired nothing more than to
hoard as much of my seed as possible safely inside her carefully guarded womb.

The slapping together of our flesh took on a sound similar to the cracking of a
whip, echoing through our hotel suite. My sperm-swollen testicles collided
against the crack of her tiny bottom causing them to ache mercilessly. I so
desperately needed to release all of the pent up sexual tension that had been
building during our man and wife masquerade.
I slammed my rigid cock as fast as possible into the sweltering gash between my
Mother’s legs feeling my body move rapidly towards climax. “Oh fuck yes, I’m
gonna cum, Oh shit” I wailed out loudly. “Oh my God, yes baby, cum, cum inside
me” she cried back. My Mother’s pleading continued, with my cock now fully
inserted into her sopping, wet vagina, as she brought me to an incredible
climax. I held her tightly while I inseminated her, shooting load after load
deep into her genital tract, introducing her body with the fullest amount of my
sperm possible.
“Give it all to me baby, every drop baby”, she grunted urgently. We ground our
hips together as I forced every possible drop of semen into her body, grunting
and groaning I pressed harder and harder into her enjoying the continual
stimulation and constant stream of ejaculations that our sexual union caused me
to have.
After several minutes I had completely emptied myself. Running her finger tips
down my cheek she asked, “Are you all done cumming baby?” I nodded my head in
acknowledgement. “That’s good baby, now we need to make sure it all stays inside
me.” I swiftly withdrew my softening cock from her completely decimated hole.
Reaching over her head she gathered up 3 of our pillows, raising up her hips
while I helped her slid them under her bottom, keeping her mid-section raised
and preventing the loss of any of my cum from her body.
“That’s right baby keep me full, don’t let any get out” she whispered as she
slid down towards me coming to rest on her shoulders, her diminutive frame
almost at a 45 degree angle to our bed. I began to massage her vagina with the
open palm of my right hand. Taking my cue she began to quickly rub her belly
just below her pubic line attempting by means of massage to introduce more of my
semen deeply into her body.
“That’s it baby, I can feel it, fuck yes, I can feel your cum inside me!” Her
crazed rants drove us to a new low of debauchery as I plunged my face in between
her legs and started eagerly licking her clit. Holding the back of my head with
one hand and rubbing her belly with the other she manically massaged the unseen
sperm into her womb.
Locked in an utterly shameless immoral act of defiance we worked furiously
together trying to coax as much of my seed towards her waiting ovum as possible
forcing her body to conceive. Our desire to take our charade to the very edge
bordered on profligate madness as she shouted out, “Lift me by the ankles,
spread my legs baby, hold me open!”
I knelt and raised her ankles until she came to rest on the tops of her
shoulders and pulled apart her legs. Once parted she reached between her legs
and using her middle finger began to rub her clit zestfully. “Fuck yeah” I urged
her on, watching attentively as she rubbed herself faster and faster, rigorously
masturbating in front of me, “Baby, baby, baby……..” she repeated over and over
until she finally came.
Again and again we joined seeking to be made whole and each time I successfully
emptied myself into her. And each time she demanded that I hold her upside down
by her ankles until all she said she could feel all of my sperm went ‘all of the
way inside her.”
During our subsequent love making I started to observe, in quiet wonderment that
my repetitive thrusts into her body began to whip my ejaculates into a thick,
white froth that overflowed from her stretched hole.
We continued to fornicate into the early morning hours until she finally tired
and began to fall asleep. I rested my head on her belly and gently played with
her battered vagina as her body slowly spumed the foamy aftermath of our
scandalous relations onto our bed.
I smiled to myself, proud in the knowledge that her prolific reproductive organs
teemed with my sperm and had most likely begun to fecundate. The slow river that
flowed from her luxuriant vagina was the truest sign yet that we no longer had
any regard for morality. Her womb no longer had the ability to receive or
contain another drop of my accursed semen.
I realized just how grossly offensive to both decency and morality our
unspeakable acts had become when, as I played with my Mother’s vagina, the
pent-up air that I my thrusts had pushed into her were expelled with a unseemly
flatulence. The utterly outrageous plume of our sexual fluids that sprayed forth
covering my face served to demean and debase me further for my part in defiling
her.
We spent the next day locked in our room, covering up only to receive room
service, remaining totally naked the remainder of the time. I pushed grapes into
her cum filled vagina and made her squat over my face, feeding the warm, sticky
fruit to me by expelling them into my open mouth. Taking my cue she went over to
the fruit basket and peeling a small banana, she lifted her leg onto the bed and
carefully inserted it into her seeping hole, I watched in quiet fascination as
the fruit disappeared between her legs. Pulling it out she crawled across the
bed and offered me the first bite which I took eagerly. Watching me chew the
love covered banana she took a small bite, consuming the remaining wet portion
of fruit.
It wasn’t long before the animal sounds of our depraved love making filled the
room again as we continued consummating our make-believe marriage. The
excitement of the whole charade was incredible and made for very intense love
making. Each morning I awoke with a raging hard-on and would roll her over for
another round of love making. As my penis would start to penetrate her, she
would begin to smile; eyes still closed and wrap her arms around my neck pulling
me into her in an impassioned kiss.
After 2 days of marathon love making our room filled with the pungent musk of
our illicit sexual acts. She never allowed me to sodomize her insisting that all
of my sperm be ejaculated into her vagina. I did take advantage of every time
that she was standing either in the room, the bathroom or in front of the window
of our darkened room at night to bend her over and orally molest the tiny knot
between her buttocks. There would be no oral sex to completion either, I tried
to count how many times I had cum inside her that weekend, and remembered as
many as 12.
Laying on our love drenched sheets she complained of mild abdominal aches that
we attributed to the deep, constant probing of my cock into her tiny body and
the fact that I had kept her full of my seed. The morning of our last day in Las
Vegas we made love very slowly and tenderly knowing we would not be together for
another several weeks.
Our sense of urgency fanned a flame of passion over our love making as we became
attentive to even the smallest details of our kissing and touching. We did not
speak as we made love that final time and I could sense distinguishable warmth
to her body as I came inside her again. By my count that was the 13th time I
came.
Even though we would not part anytime soon, I began to miss her, almost feeling
a sense of longing for her. I watched as she rubbed her belly, her abdominal
aches continuing, her body warm to the touch, even her skin tone was rosy.
As we prepared to leave our bridal suite my Mother stopped at the door and
turned to face me. She did not speak, but merely gazed into my eyes. Reaching
out with my right hand I placed it on her belly. Looking into her eyes I felt
the warmth of her touch as she placed her small hand over my own. Her tiny belly
felt slightly distended from the continual infusion of my procreative fluids.
“Thank-you” she spoke softly before kissing me tenderly on the lips and turning
to head out the door.
Watching her walk out of the room where we had hidden for the past 3 days living
out our most outrageous sexual fantasies I had an innate suspicion that our most
abhorrent fantasy was silently playing out inside my Mother’s womb.
During our return trip the plane was almost empty and our attendants spent most
of the flight in the galley at the middle of the plane talking. When we were
sure that no one was around we placed blankets over our laps and legs. Spreading
her legs, she took my hand and slid it under her short skirt and into her
crotch. Excitement built rapidly inside me as I pulled her panties aside and
fingered her warm, soft pussy. Within moments her hoard of my semen was weeping
from her sweet orifice covering my fingers completely.
While I continued to finger her, she reached down and started to rub her clit in
an act of public masturbation, suppressing her desire to moan out she bit her
lip and pressed herself deeper into her seat. Our hands worked furiously to
force her to a quick climax in case our attendant came to the back of the plane.
Through clenched teeth I heard her fight to keep silent as she came all over my
fingers. Pulling my hand from under her skirt, she leaned up against me and fell
into a peaceful sleep.
After we arrived home I kissed her goodbye and returned to school. My next
return not anticipated until the spring break session, but we spoke on the phone
everynight until my return home.
When spring break finally came around all of my buddies were heading to the
Florida beaches hoping to get laid. I, on the other hand knew that whenever I
went home I would always get laid…………….Or at least that would be my
fantasy………………….

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