Mother's Guilty Pleasure - Ch. 02

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* Incest/Taboo.

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My phone rang. It was my sister's ring tone.

"It's Sarah, I'll call her back after breakfast," I told Bobby. The phone went through it's normal cycle of ringing before stopping. Then 15 seconds later, it began to ring again.

"You better answer this, mom. It must be important."

I picked up the phone and tapped the green button. Sarah was very distraught. It seems she had caught her husband cheating on her and was wondering if she and the kids could come and stay with us for a while. Of course I told her it would be fine and that we would love to see her and the twins. She told me they would be leaving this morning and would probably be here around noon.

"It sounds like your aunt Sarah and your cousins are coming to visit for a while." I told Bobby.

"Cool! When will they be here?" he replied excitedly.

"Sounds like about noon, today."

"Wow! So soon? What's up?" Bobby asked.

"It sounds like your uncle Tim might be fooling around with another woman."

"What? No way!"

"Yeah, that means they'll probably be here for a while."

"Okay, That's cool."

"So, I thought maybe we could talk about last night," I said, nervously.

"Uh, yeah. Okay."

"Well... what do you think about it?"

"I... I don't know." Typical response for a kid.

"Okay, let me ask you. Are uh, were you a... virgin?"

"Yeah."

"How do you feel about that? About your own mom taking your virginity?"

"Well, truthfully, the whole thing was kind of weird."

"Oh, baby... I... I'm so sorry." I suddenly felt absolutely horrible with guilt.

"No, it's not like that. I meant, since I had never done it before, I had never experienced... those feelings before."

"What do you mean, those feelings?

"Since that day when you talked to me about dating, I've noticed that you've been dressing... differently, a little more... revealing. I mean, I've always known that you're a pretty woman, but when I started seeing more of your body, I realized that you're really hot and very sexy." He smiled at me, red-faced and embarrassed. "Once I saw you naked last night, I knew that I wanted... I wanted to fuck you, I mean, really wanted to fuck you. Then when I saw you orgasm. I don't know, it blew me away. It's like something came over me. I wanted to see you do that again. I mean, you looked so beautiful to me. It's like you weren't really my mom anymore. You were really more like my girlfriend or something. It was really hot making you do that Then when you said that you liked it when I talked dirty to you, and you wanted to be dominated, I felt like I never have before. I felt, I don't know... powerful. I think I liked it, and... I think you liked it too. Didn't you?"

I had no response to that at the moment. I just sat there, dumbfounded. I don't know what I was expecting him to say, but it sure as hell wasn't that.

"Well, setting my newfound enjoyment of submission aside. Do you feel guilty about it? Do you think I'm some sort of... monster?"

"No. Why would I?"

"Mom's and sons don't normally do those things together. It's considered taboo and it's illegal. It's just that, when I look back at the past few days, I realize that this whole thing was a process for me. A process that really began years ago. You see... Oh god, I can't believe I'm telling you this. I... had never really been sexually satisfied with your father. I loved him more than anything else on the planet, but he was just not as... interested in sex as I was, and also, well, he was rather small, you know... down there. Anyways, then came a couple of years of celibacy when he died. Then came that night... when I saw you naked and saw your... penis at the hot tub. I realized then that you really weren't my little Bobby anymore. You were a man. That's when it became a new process for me, I think. It became an internal battle. A battle of sexual arousal verses parental guilt. The guilt of a mother." I shifted in my chair uneasily. "Obviously I lost that battle last night, it was a very difficult for me. I mean, on one hand, I want to be a good mother to you, I need to take care of you, protect you, but on the other hand, I am also human, a woman. One with sexual needs that had gone unfulfilled, literally for years. I lost control of myself and now I'm afraid I might have messed everything up."

"I don't know, I don't see how anything's changed, really," he said.

"You're very sweet for saying that. It's just that I don't think we should do that again. I mean, I'll be okay with what happened last night, but my guilt... I just think we shouldn't repeat it. Okay?"

"Okay, if you say so, but can I still have a glass of wine when we hot tub?"

"What? At your age? I don't think so mister." My usual response. We both smiled. "Anyway, I need you to get the measurement of your... uh, thingy today, so I can get your special underwear ordered. Okay? There's a tape measure in my sewing kit in the closet."

"Yeah, okay."

We did our own thing for a few hours until Sarah and the kids showed up. They piled in the house and we showed them to their bedrooms. Both Sarah and her daughter Ashley, each, had their own rooms, but since we only have four bedrooms, Bobby and Jason had to share a room.

That evening, after dinner, the kids went to the living room to watch a movie. Sarah and I sat in the kitchen and started to get caught up with each other. I knew that the first thing on the agenda would definitely be about Tim cheating on her.

"I'm not exactly sure why he would do something like that, Laura. It's not like we weren't getting along, because we were doing great in that area, and I don't think it was lack of sex. You know me, I was always the wild one in the family. We've been doing it like several times a week, and not just late at night in the missionary position. No. We're talking booty calls in the mornings before we get out of bed or whenever the kids are gone during the day. I mean, have you ever been fucked doggy style on the kitchen table?"

"Uhhh, no. Not yet anyway." I replied, laughing at her colorful story.

"I just don't get it. Anyway, we're definitely over now. Let him shack up with his new little ho-bag-hoochie. She can have him. Him and his little pee-pee," she said, holding up her thumb and index finger about an inch apart.

"We must both be attracted to the same kind of man," I laughed.

"Oh yeah? Was Michael a little lacking down there too?"

"Well, yes, although I didn't really realize it at the time."

"It's not like it's a big deal, you know. There is always other things the man can do to put out the fire."

"Oh yeah. It's just that Michael didn't seem to want to have sex very often. All I know is that I wanted sex more often than Michael wanted to have."

"Men!" Sarah said. "What the hell is wrong with them? Well, anyway, how's Bobby. He sure is getting tall."

"Yes, he's a little over 6'1" now."

"Does he have a girlfriend?"

"No. There's no girl that lucky," I said.

"Oh, what a sweet thing to say. He's a real sweetheart, huh?"

"Well, let's just say that he does not take after his dad."

"How so?" Then the realization hit her. "You mean..." She held up her hands about six inches apart.

I leaned forward and grabbed her hands. "More like..." I pulled her hands apart to about a foot.

"Oh, reaaaallly?" she gasped and then giggled.

I just sat there, looking... wide eyed.

"Have you actually seen it, Laura?" Sarah asked.

I nodded my head. Not wanting to share anymore in answer to that question.

"How did you see it? Like, did you walk in on him while he was... you know..." she shook her fist up and down.

"God, you really are the wild one." I laughed. "Soooo, how's Jason and Ashley doing?" I asked, trying to change the subject. I think it caught her off guard. Sarah looked at me oddly... puzzled.

"Ashley is doing fine. Snotty as ever. She's in between boyfriends right now, but she's looking forward to college this Fall, and Jason... Ohhh Jason." she shook her head, "He still seems to be trying to find himself, I think. He's going to college on a scholarship this Fall, but he doesn't even know what he wants to major in, yet. He doesn't really have any friends, he seems kind of depressed all of the time, and... he hasn't had a girlfriend for a couple of years now. Frankly, I'm a little worried about him."

"Well, he and Bobby have always been pretty close, and now that they're sharing a room, maybe things will start looking up for him." I replied.

Just then Bobby walked in the kitchen to get a glass of water.

"Hey Bobby, did you happen to get that measurement we talked about this morning?" I asked.

"Uh, no. not yet."

"I need you to get that for me today."

"Yeah, I'll do it right now. Where's the sewing kit again?"

"It's in the closet, in my bedroom."

He disappeared upstairs. A minute later he called down the stairs, "Mom, I can't find the sewing kit."

"Okay, just a minute and I'll be up," I replied. I turned back to Sarah, "I'll be right back." I went upstairs into the master bedroom and found the sewing kit for Bobby. I handed him the tape measure. "Someone's in the bathroom down the hall, so you can do it right here." I left to go back downstairs, closing the door behind me.

About three minutes later Bobby walked into the kitchen. He leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Eight inches mom."

"What?" I looked at him, confused. "That can't be." I'll be back in a minute Sarah."

"No worries, I've got a bit of unpacking to do still, anyway."

Bobby and I went back to the master bedroom, closing the door behind us. "I think you might have misunderstood me. We also need a measurement of when you're erect." I whispered to him.

"Oh, okay." he whispered back, smiling.

"I'm going to shower. Just put the sewing kit away when you're done. Okay sweetie?" I said walking into the master bath. I took a nice, long shower so Bobby could get his task done. When I was dried off, I put on my robe and cracked the door open a little. "All done, sweetie?"

"No mom."

"What's wrong?" I asked, exasperated.

"I'm having a little trouble getting it ... uh, well... ready for measurement."

"Shhhhh! Quiet down!," I whispered through the door crack. "How come you're having trouble?"

"I don't know. I guess I'm not stimulated enough. I think I might need your help."

I sighed, "What do you need? I told you that we're not going to repeat last night again."

"How about just the part where you show me your boobs?"

"No! Absolutely not, Bobby! We've discussed this already."

"Please? I mean, I'm just trying to get this done for you. There won't be any touching... I swear!" he said earnestly. "Or I guess I could maybe spy on you while you're in the shower. That should probably do it for me." he smiled.

"Dammit Bobby, No! I know you wouldn't spy on me like that. Come on, I keep telling you the guilt I'm carrying is killing me!" I took a deep breath, calming myself for a moment. About a minute later I decided. "Okay, if it helps you, son... I'll do it, but this is the last time. Do you hear me?" I walked out of the bathroom and over to him, sitting on the bed. I saw that magnificent cock once again. It was even beautiful when flaccid. "Okay, where do you want me?"

"Right there in front of me is fine." He pointed with his finger. "Maybe you could kneel down?"

I knelt down in front of him. I saw his long penis hanging between his legs. I looked up at bobby, catching him gazing down into my cleavage. My nipples began to harden at the thought of him leering at my body.

This is a bad idea, I thought to myself.

His hand went to his cock and he began to stroke it. My eyes instantly locked on his hanging phallus, watching him. My hands went to my boobs. I hefted them up through my robe, squeezing them, smashing them together for his pleasure. My soft nipples became diamonds.

"Those look delicious," he said.

"Mmmmm," was all I said, but I was thinking the same thing about that cock.

"Show me more." he commanded.

I jiggled my boobs, making my robe loosen." I watched him as he stroked his slowly hardening manhood. I jiggled again, my robe completely loosening. I jerked it open allowing my melons to spring free of their confines. Now fully exposed, my hands immediately went back to kneading them. All the while, watching him stroke his cock to hardness. I rolled my sensitive nipples between my thumb and forefinger.

Bobby's cock practically leapt to hardness. I watched as his hand gently slid up and down his shaft. I watched as he slid it all the way down to its base, pressing his thumb down at the junction between the base and his lower abdomen. It seemed to make his dick swell even more. He made it pulsate. Oh god look at that, I thought to myself. I unconsciously licked my lips.

"I think I'm ready," Bobby said. "Would you like to do it?"

"I... don't think I should." knowing inside that I was craving that monster again.

"Okay. I get it." he unrolled the soft tape measure and held it up to his cock.

Just then the door opened and in walked Sarah. She saw Bobby holding a tape measure to his giant cock with me kneeling on the floor in front of him. Bare chested. Her eyes got big as her mouth opened in awe.

"What the?" she exclaimed. Bobby and I looked up at her.

"Shut the door!" I bellowed at her. She immediately stepped in and slammed the door behind her.

"Oh my god! That is the hugest penis I've ever seen. I didn't even know they got that big!" She stood there gawking at Bobby's cock. She was stunned.

Bobby and I just looked at her like deer caught in the headlights. We were all silent for a moment... then...

"Thirteen and a half." Bobby announced.

"Wait... What?" I was confused.

"Inches." Bobby said. His thumb pinched at the mark on the tape measure that he was dangling in front of me.

I looked at the tape measure. I looked at his cock. I looked at the tape measure again. "Holy god!" was all I could say.

Sarah took a step forward. "It's just so big!" was all she could say, staring at the monster before her.

I was mesmerized looking at what I naively thought, might just be the largest penis in the world.

"I love the way you're looking at it right now," he said. "Your eyes look like they are devouring it." My vagina oozed a little. "Do you want to touch it? You do, don't you?"

I stared at his monster on display in front of me, Its girth thick as a forearm. Its urethra wide and proud... for pumping out huge ropes of cum, I told myself. All I could do was nod the affirmative to him as I reached forward...

Sarah stood silent, just watching us in fascination.

I slowly wrapped my fingers around it. It felt like I was warming my hands to a fire. His cock was emanating heat, as the blood coursed through it. For a moment, I just held them there, savoring the feel of his proud tool.

Sarah gasped, making me look over at her. Her eyes were wide, seeing the gap between my fingertips. Her left hand slid up to caress her neck."Oh my god!" she gasped, as her fingers moved up to her lips, one tugging lightly on her lower lip.

I reached over to my nightstand, grabbing a bottle of lotion. I squirted several dollops on each hand before returning to wrap them around Bobby's cock. I moved them up and down slowly, coating his engorged shaft. I began lightly double fisting it from base to just under the head, feeling it pulsate to my touch. I increased my pace slightly. Up and down, up and down.

Bobby's eyes were watching my hands intently. "Oooo mom, that feels good." his cock throbbing again.

Then when one fist reached the head I released the shaft and brought it back down to the base below the other fist, gripping the shaft again as I slid toward the head. Then the other fist did the same, release at the head, re-grip at the base, slide up. I began milking his monster upwards. He seemed to like it as it made him buck his hips. I let one hand slide all the way up and over his sensitive head, making Bobby's face grimace and clench his abdominal muscles. God his cock is so beautiful... He is so beautiful.

I then began double fisting his cock up and down again. This time, tightening my grip around his shaft, squeezing his hard erection firmly. This must be what my pussy feels like to him. I thought to myself, as I pumped his cock up and down. Both Bobby and Sarah moaned at the same time, watching me as I jacked the huge dick off. I glanced up to Sarah, who was now hovering over us, mesmerized, by the incestuous scene taking place in front of her.

"Oh god Laura, I think you're going to make him cum." she panted.

I continued my onslaught on Bobby's cock. "Come on baby, mama wants to see you shoot," I said lewdly, as I loosened my grip slightly and started pumping his monster cock furiously up and down. "Yeah, baby, let me see your 13-inch cock shoot its cum."

"And a half." Bobby moaned.

"Let me see your thirteen and a half inch cock shoot its cum." I corrected myself.

Bobby did not disappoint me...

He groaned as I felt his girth swell, his nearly purple phallus bucking as it launched its first long thick rope of grayish-white semen completely over my head. Just the tail end of it landing in my hair and on my face. His cock spasmed crazily as the second and third jets copied the first, cum beginning to run down my face.

"I can see that someone is a little bit excited here," I giggled lustily as the fourth stream splashed my face and mouth.

I heard Bobby grunt again,"Ohhhh fuuuucck." His spurting penis jumping spasmodically in my hands, spewing the remaining sperm from his giant balls. I continued to pump furiously even though the time in between pulsations grew longer. I wanted his cock to be thoroughly pleased by me... and thoroughly spent before I finished. Inside my mind, I didn't want this to stop. I loved watching his cock ejaculate with strong, powerful jets, showing his uncontrollable excitement in the moment. I loved the feeling of it landing on me. I loved the tickle as it ran down my body.

My face, neck and tits were literally dripping with his ejaculate as I leaned in a bit, my hands pulling the monster toward me. I kissed away the final dribble of cum from the tip of his cock-head. The musky goo tasted so good to me. It tasted like... manliness.

"Oh my god, that was intense!" Sarah said. "I think I just had an orgasm... I'm not really sure. Oh my god, that was intense," she repeated, panting. I knew how she was feeling.

I freed Bobby's cock from my hands and fell back onto the gooey carpet, allowing my exhausted arms to relax. Bobby fell backwards on the bed, breathing heavily as he basked in the afterglow of his orgasm. Then something very surprising happened, Sarah knelt down and began to silently lick Bobby's dripping cum from my tits. God that was so hot. And I have to say it felt really good as I was feeling so horny at that moment. Bobby watched her, wide eyed as she licked up several blobs of his thick ejaculate into her mouth before swallowing it. Then she suddenly stood up, and left the room, apparently embarrassed by her lust.

Bobby looked over at me with a 'what the fuck was that all about?' look on his face. I didn't respond, but I knew... I knew what she was feeling.

I got up and grabbed a towel from the bathroom handing it to Bobby to clean himself up.

I went and showered again, washing Bobby's ejaculate from my hair, face and breasts. I then made my way downstairs. Bobby was watching TV with his cousins while Sarah was in the kitchen sipping a glass of wine. I poured a glass of my own and sat down. We sat in silence for some time.

"How long have you two been like this?" she asked.

I sighed, "The physical part just started last night, but the process to getting to that point has been a couple of weeks or so."

"What did you two do last night?" she asked.

"Oh, I am so ashamed. It started with the hot-tub, my bikini, and a half bottle of wine. Then we came inside to watch a movie and I wore my robe. This robe," I said, pointing to myself. "The thing is... I didn't put anything on, underneath."

Sarah gasped, then purred "Oh Laura."

"Anyways, he caught an eyeful of my uh... anatomy. Which caused him to get an erection, which gave me an eyeful... then... we just... lost control of ourselves.

"Did you and he actually... you know?" she asked, eyes wide.

I nodded, saying nothing. "I'm so ashamed of myself, Sarah. I'm his mother for heaven's sake. I just don't know how I could have lost control of myself like that, but I did. I lost control. I did things to him that I'm ashamed of, but I have to admit to you... I enjoyed it... I really enjoyed it. I enjoyed it in ways I never thought I would." I held my face in my hands in shame. "I learned things that I never even knew about myself before. Oh god, I can't believe I'm telling you this. I realized that I really like it... rough."

"I think I do understand what happened to you," Sarah said. "I have never seen such a huge... penis like that. God that was so hot. I've got something to admit to you, Laura. When we were up in the bedroom, this afternoon, I became, perhaps, the most turned on I have ever been in my entire life. I can see how a woman would have trouble... resisting that. I certainly had trouble resisting it. By the way, I'm sorry about when I knelt down and... you know... touched your breasts."

I smiled at her, letting her know it was okay with me. "Yeah, I was going to say that was kind of weird, but kind of hot too." We both giggled. "Now I remember when you said that you thought you orgasmed. What did you mean, you thought you might have?"

"Well, it was unexpected at that moment, and it's been a while since I've actually... you know... cum, and I think it was just a little one anyways."

"I thought you said that you and Tim were good in that department?"

"Actually, what I meant was that he was good in that department, as in, he always got his cookies. I, myself, haven't actually had an... orgasm in... a year or so? I don't know."

"Don't you... you know, diddle yourself sometimes with your fingers?"

"I've tried. I mean I think I've had a couple of small ones, but I like it when there's a man there... know what I mean? Anyway, Tim's not going to get out of this easy. I'm going to get back at that rat bastard."

"Okay, I'm with you, but be careful there wild-child. I don't want the divorce court making your life even more difficult," I said.

"It's okay, my prenuptial agreement is ironclad."

"So what's your devious plan?" I asked, not really wanting to know the answer.

"I'm going to find myself some fuck-stud and video me getting my brains fucked out. Then I'm going to send it to Tim, for his viewing pleasure."