Mom's Loving Touch

As tired and sore as she felt, Holly was excited with the way the bookshop she inherited from her father was coming along. Several months before, a massive stroke took him without warning. He was barely sixty, and she decided to make some renovations and keep his business going. She was also expanding to include a café and also opening up a small part of the second floor to expand the retail space her father had only used for storage. There was still plenty of storage space in the building's basement, plus the rented unit her father had had for several years.

Holly's father had been a purveyor of rare books for an elite clientele, and having grown up working with him in his shop and at auctions over the years, she was well prepared to keep the business going. There were also a number of college campuses in the area that brought in a lot of cash business. She was sorry to leave behind a fifteen year career as a highly sought after massage therapist, but she was planning to keep a small selection of clients just to keep her hands in shape.

Her twenty year old son, Quinn, had volunteered to transfer to a university close to home so he could help with renovations and the day to day operations after reopening. Holly only agreed to this as long as it didn't interfere with his studies. Luckily, the renovations and opening were all happening while Quinn was on summer break. He'd been her savior these last few weeks, using his skills to paint and do repairs.

For Holly, it was reminiscence of the past and excitement for the future all at once. Working around the shop in her tank tops and tight denim shorts that didn't fully cover her ass reminded her of those wonderful days she used to tease her father unmercifully. She'd always been a loving and devoted daughter and she had frequent fantasies about letting her handsome, affectionate dad have his way with her eager pussy. He'd always resisted anything more than the generously sexy view his busty, athletically built daughter happily offered. That, and some overly long hugs that bordered on inappropriate for a father and daughter.

Teasing men had always come easily to her, but Holly always loved showing off for her daddy the most. It was simultaneously the naughtiest and most loving thing she'd ever done. She had slightly thick, strong looking thighs with an ass that matched perfectly. Her tits were even bigger now, bordering on D or E cups, and they were still shapely and firm enough that a lot of people thought they were fake. Instead of being insulted, Holly took that as a compliment. She was thankful for having DNA that kept her looking closer to thirty than her real age of forty.

She missed her father deeply, but now her son, tall, gorgeous and built like a ripped Adonis, was paying the same kind of attention her father had. Or more accurately, trying to pretend not to. It made her feel so alive to see the bold admiration in his eyes and the long, sweaty days working together had been making her giddy with happiness. It was heavenly to have him back in her life on a daily basis and she couldn't help burning up with pride every time she looked at him. She'd even started to imagine a few of the same kinds of naughty fantasies about her son that she used to have about her father.

It was wrong, of course, but what harm was there in a few dirty daydreams? Given her father's history of restraint, there was never a chance of her crossing a line she could never cross back over. Part of her was actually relieved, doubting if she could ever go through with anything more. Those were bittersweet memories, but with Quinn back at her side every day she was already making new ones.

It was now late in the day on a Wednesday. The grand opening had already been advertised for Saturday. With an old friend she trusted to work with on board to manage the café, everything was ready. Late that afternoon, Quinn came down from the second level to find his beautiful, blonde mother standing by herself, admiring all their hard work.

"Hey Mom, how about we go over to Grandpa's storage unit tomorrow and pull out a few boxes of stock? There's still a couple of bare shelves upstairs and it'll look better if we're fully stocked."

"Good idea, baby. Let's go in the morning. But not too early, okay? After all this work I can use a couple easy days before the opening."

Quinn smiled and nodded. "You're the boss, Mom," he said with a proud smile. Then he suddenly scooped his voluptuous mother into his powerful arms and hugged her close, crushing her sweaty melons to his body through both their damp shirts. "I'm so proud of you," he added. "You're ... just incredible."

"Aw, baby, I'm proud of you too. This wouldn't be happening without you. You're the best thing that ever happened to this old lady."

"Uh, Mom. News flash. You're not old. You know all my friends say you're the hottest MILF in town."

"Ha!" she blushed, trying to laugh off his unexpected compliment. But deep down she couldn't have been more pleased. Then her eyes narrowed and she gave him a sultry look. "And what do you say?"

Quinn smiled a guilty smile. "Let's just say I never disagreed with them."

Holly felt her nipples tingle with sensation. Her son's evasive confession put a coy smile on her face. They were both damp with sweat and the material of their tops felt tacky in between where Quinn's big, hard body crushed up against his mother's voluminous melons. But it felt disturbingly good, reminding her of all those nice, close hugs with Daddy, and they held on much longer than any average mother/son embrace. Holly could feel her son was in no more of a hurry to break contact than she was.

"That means you agreed with them," she pointed out suggestively.

"I didn't say that. Not exactly," he replied, starting to blush.

Holly loved seeing her son get flustered almost as much as she loved holding on to his solid, manly body.

"It's okay if you think that, baby," she told him. "It means a lot more coming from you than anyone else. It feels good to think you might approve of your old mom."

"Oh, I definitely approve, Mom. And then some."

Holly could sense something stirring inside the crotch of her son's shorts, right up against her body. She realized he was getting hard and felt her heartrate practically double. This was already new territory for the voluptuous mom since her father had never flirted that openly with her, although she did feel him start to get a hard on sometimes when they hugged. She was now dying to grind on her son's growing cock, but she was briefly frozen with self-doubt and he was backing off before she knew it. Quinn's face was red as a beet as he pushed away, embarrassed by his erection. Her breath stopped for a few seconds when she spotted the size of the bulge in his shorts. She didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed by his pulling away.

"Geeze, Mom, we're both all sweaty and gross," he said, quickly changing the subject.

"Sorry, baby, you're right. Let's go home and take a shower."

When she realized it almost sounded like she was suggesting they shower together, Holly started blushing as hard as her son. She also realized she liked the way it felt with them both being overheated and sweaty. There was something primal about it. It probably would've felt gross with anyone else, but with her son Holly felt nothing but happiness and delicious tingles all through her luscious body. And Quinn's growing cock proved he didn't think it was gross at all.

They finally locked up the shop and Quinn drove them home in his mother's SUV. When they got to the house they went upstairs to their separate bedrooms. Holly had an en suite bathroom while her son normally used the extra one at the end of the upstairs hallway. She started to undress, watching herself in the mirror on the bathroom door as she pulled her damp tank top over her head, tossing it aside. Her hair was still tied back in a high ponytail while her tits stood out heavy and proud. Her nipples were swollen and she spent a moment twirling them with her fingers as she thought back to that long, loving hug she had with Quinn back in the shop.

Holly knew perfectly well that her tits were spectacular. She wasn't conceited, just being objective. People had been staring at them for years and she was proud of the way they'd held up to time. Oh, it wasn't like she was that old yet, but compared to her son she almost felt that way sometimes. She studied them in her mirror while cupping and kneading them with both hands. She started to feel sweaty all over again as she thought of how Quinn responded when she squished her full orbs against his brick wall of a body.

She wished he hadn't backed away just when his cock was starting to get hard. The poor boy had no idea how much that made her feel loved and desirable. But she could've been more forward, too, if only she'd been braver. She could've ground against his bulge to see his reaction. She could've made her dirty love for him so much more obvious.

Yet she was at fault too. All those times with Daddy, and today with Quinn, she didn't have the courage to take that ultimate risk. A woman who'd always loved cocks and sex, she still couldn't explain why she'd been wired with these special feelings for her father and now her son. Teasing other men into giving her cock had always been so easy for her that it barely meant anything. It felt good, but was never anything memorable. Was it a blessing or a curse? Her love and desire were so exhilarating it felt more like a blessing, yet a terrible curse to never to have either of the only two men to ever make her juices flow like a river of honey.

Holly didn't want the same thing that happened with her father to happen with her son. She was sure he'd been getting hard for her. His growing cock had made that obvious. She was consumed with the need to know if her own son would throb with need for her if only he had the right conditions to reveal his desire. It didn't even matter if either of them could bring themselves to cross the ultimate line. She just needed to know.

And she had just the way to test these choppy waters.

Holly took off her shorts, leaving on her sweaty thong panties that were all damp and dewy in the gusset. She threw on a fresh tank top that was cropped a mere inch or so below the swell of her luscious tits. She plumped her nipples once more before leaving her room and going to Quinn's door. She found him stripped down to only his boxer briefs. His body was so beautifully chiseled, his blonde hair a shade or two darker than hers and cut short. And that bulge in his briefs looked so impressive she could barely catch her breath.

Quinn spotted his scantily clad mother in the doorway and smiled. He liked what he saw and didn't mind that she was seeing him now in only a tight pair of briefs. Being at home in their underwear had been a normal practice for them for years, but there was an edgier feeling in the air this time.

"What's up, Mom?"

"Say, sweetie, how about a massage? You must have some pretty tight muscles after all the work you've been doing. We don't want to risk any sprains or injuries. It would be my way of saying thank you for all your help. And if we do it now then neither of us has to shower twice."

Quinn stretched his enviably defined body. "Now that you mention it, I do feel pretty tight, and my lower back could use a little loosening up, if you really don't mind."

"Of course not, baby, that's why I offered." She gave him a thousand watt smile. "I hope you know what a lucky boy you are to have a professional masseuse for a mother."

"Oh, I do, trust me," he grinned.

Quinn had never been big on team sports, but he'd been lifting weights for a few years already and ran regularly. Holly had given him massages many times before, but usually concentrating on areas where he'd strained a muscle, rarely his full body, and so far, only while he was lying on his stomach. But tonight, she was going to give him more than he'd ever had before.

There was a third bedroom where Holly kept a massage table and collection of oils and lotions. She only took care of a few clients at her house, more often going to their houses or physical therapy centers. She was expecting the look of surprise on her son's face when she went back to her bedroom instead of her massage room.

"I don't feel like setting up the table, honey, if you don't mind. I'll just lay some towels out on my bed for you. How's that?"

Quinn seemed curious but told his mother he didn't mind at all. He stood there in his skintight briefs while she laid out the towels and fetched a bottle of oil from the massage room. Having been through this before, he crawled onto his mother's bed and lay on his stomach. Holly grabbed the waistband of her son's briefs and gave it a couple of tugs.

"Let's get these off you, sweetie. With all the work you've been doing, it's only right to give you a proper massage," she told him, her voice nearly cracking with nerves.

"Are you sure?"

"C'mon, big boy, get 'em off," she said.

"Geeze," her son chuckled. Without turning over, he lifted his ass and started to push his briefs down. His mother took over and pulled them down the lower part of his legs and off.

As she gazed at the hard perfection of Quinn's legs, ass and back, Holly started to wonder about the wisdom of her idea. With her clients, she normally covered their asses with a towel, which would be repositioned over their cocks when they turned over. Though most of her male clients were hard as a rock by the time she got to the front. Happy ending massages weren't Holly's profession, but she did enjoy finishing off some of those hard ones on occasion, when she liked what she saw. Only a couple of her clients ended up coming back for those special massages exclusively, and they tipped her generously. Those were two of the clients she'd decided to keep.

But now, seeing her son's gorgeously ripped body laid out naked on her bed was making the lips of her motherly pussy quiver. She didn't know if she'd be able to speak without giving away the catch in her breath. She wondered if any other woman in the world ever felt the intense love and pride that was flowing through her now.

"This is really nice of you, Mom," Quinn said, breaking her reverie, then closing his eyes and settling down comfortably.

This brought his mother back to reality.

"My pleasure, honey," she said, meaning it in a way he couldn't possibly imagine. If he only knew how strong her pulse felt in her pussy right now.

The blonde hesitated a moment or two, but then she took off her top. Quinn was oblivious to the fact that one of the hottest MILFs he or his friends ever saw was now standing behind him in nothing but a sweaty thong. She smiled and nearly giggled out loud, but then she oiled her hands and started on his feet and calves, kneading her fingers into his muscles and gliding her palms over his warm skin. Just running her hands over his strong legs, feeling his solid warmth made Holly's nipples ache with sensation.

She knelt on the bed between his lower legs as her hands worked their way higher on his thighs, moving toward his spherical ass. That was when she looked up and caught her reflection in the mirror on the bathroom door. She almost looked naked, except for her tiny, well-worn panties. Her tits billowed up between her arms as she worked her hands into the meat of her son's ass cheeks. She almost froze a moment when she realized if Quinn opened his eyes he could easily glance toward the mirror and catch his mother practically naked as she massaged him. What would he think? Would it make him hard? Was he already getting hard as she kneaded his ass and spread him apart just to sneak a naughty peek at his tightly puckered hole?

Holly's mind was spinning, and it only got worse when Quinn started to sigh and moan out loud with pleasure. He usually moaned when his mother massaged him but it was a much throatier sound this time. He must he getting hard, she thought. She could see his balls jutting down between his legs but his cock was tucked under him, out of sight, making her ache to see it that much more. A simple look wouldn't be that bad, would it? She'd now seen his balls and rimhole. She loved the extra closeness it made her feel to him and it was only a little bit against the rules.

Since Quinn had mentioned his lower back, Holly concentrated extra time there, yet her oily hands were spending at least as much time kneading his ass. And every time she pulled him open far enough to see his asshole she yearned to touch it, rub it with the pads of her fingers. She wondered what he'd do if she dared push a careful finger up inside his hole. It was a filthy, sinful thought that was making her snatch feel like a furnace inside.

"You really are awfully stiff," she said suggestively, making a token effort to massage his lower back, but her hands were back on his ass within seconds. The extra husky tone of her voice wasn't lost on her.

"Mmmm, I am, Mom. So stiff you wouldn't believe it," he said, halfway groaning.

"Mommy will always make you feel better when it's stiff," she said recklessly. "I mean ... when you're stiff."

Holly glanced at the mirror and saw Quinn's eyes were open now. He was staring at her image in the mirror. His eyes were glaring with lustful awe. She knew he had to be surprised to discover her topless, but he looked completely enrapt by the sight of her.

"What if it's you that makes me stiff, Mom?" he said.

"Then I should always be the one to make it feel better, baby." As she watched him gaze at her big, naked tits in the mirror, Holly finally felt the courage to reach down and fondle her son's heavy balls, making him groan deeply. "Does Mommy make you stiff, baby?" she asked.

"Yes, Mom. Really fucking stiff."

She gasped dramatically. "You said the F word, sweetheart. That means it must be really bad. Do you get that way 'cuz of Mommy a lot?"

"Every day, Mom. Sometimes multiple times in a day."

The blonde was so surprised to hear this she had to wonder if he was telling the truth, but there was nothing but bare sincerity in his eyes.

"Awww, is it frustrating?" she asked, still caressing his balls.

"Very. I try to take care of it, but it always comes back. The stiffness, I mean."

"Hmmm, there must lots of pretty girls at your college who'd love to help you relieve yourself."

"There are, Mom. But ..."

"Yes, baby?"

"They're not you."

"But they're young, pretty college girls. I bet they must be so hot."

"They're okay. But none of them are as pretty as you. Or as hot or sexy as you. None of them make me as stiff as you do."

Holly's heart was racing. She made eye contact with her son in the mirror. "Let's get started on the other side, sweetheart. Mommy can make the stiffness go away."

She then got off the bed. Quinn watched in the mirror as she pushed her sodden panties down her legs. She couldn't help giggling at the way his eyes lit up at the sight her perfectly smooth, bald pussy. She got back on the bed and straddled his knees again.

"C'mon, baby. Roll over and let Mommy make it better."

"Are you sure?"

"As long as you are, too, I've never been more sure of anything, my love."

Quinn carefully rolled onto his back, doing his best to keep the towels under him while his mother's legs gave him a limited range of motion. Holly gasped involuntarily when his beautiful cock came into view, standing up so long, thick and proud against his body. Holly made a token effort at massaging her son's arms and chest, as if she were still giving him a regular massage, but it wasn't long before her oily hands worked their way to his throbbing stalk and cum-heavy balls.

"Ohhhh, Mom mmmmm, fuuuck," Quinn moaned, barely above his breath. "I can't believe you're really doing this."

"Neither can I, baby. But I'm not sorry, are you?"

"Nnnnhhhh, fuck no."

Holly giggled, pleased with her boy's reply.

"I never knew how big and beautiful it is, darling." The stunning blonde was gazing in fascination at her son's cock like she was trying to memorize every contour and vein. "You've been keeping a biiiiig secret from Mommy," she added with a giggle.

Quinn almost laughed but it ended up coming out as a groan while his mother's slick hands wrapped around his hot shaft, squeezing and stroking his meat. Holly was entranced by the sight of that beautiful cock in her hands. The one she was never ever meant to touch, yet the one she always wanted deep down in the furthest reaches of her secret soul.

"It's like a piece of sculpture," she said softly, as if talking to herself as her thumbs slipped over the sap-oozing head. Holding onto Quinn's cock, Holly scooted further up his legs, until her pussy came into contact with his balls. He was shaved as smooth as she was, allowing her to savor the full pleasure of his warm skin against hers. She whimpered when his ballsac squished against her mound. Then she held his shaft up against her body, holding him right up to her lower abs. "Oh god, baby, that's how far inside me you'd go if we ... ya know ... oh god, if we actually fucked."

With Quinn's cock well oiled from his mother's stroking, she placed one hand over the head and moved him back and forth against her skin like a windshield wiper blade, smearing more moisture on her body. She kept watching her hands and that cock, trancelike, barely noticing his big hands moving to her hips and rubbing from there along her thighs. Her pussy was broiling now. Churning with hot need. Her flowing juices were soaking his smooth ballsac and she couldn't resist gently grinding her slit over his balls while she kept rubbing his stalk back and forth on her skin.

Holly couldn't believe she had her boy's fabulous cock so close to her pussy. She was dying to know how it felt inside her, but as much as she'd imagined incestuous love with her father and now her son, something was holding her back. It was a raging swirl of doubts and fears. Yet her clit was demanding to feel more.

She let Quinn's cock rest back against his abs and moved up just a little higher, so she could trap his shank against him with her slit. She had his meat firmly trapped right within her dripping furrow. Then she started rocking her hips, sliding her twat up and down her son's enormous shaft. The sensation was exquisite and Quinn's moans were enough to prove he was taking as much pleasure from their forbidden contact as she. He was watching the bob and sway of her luscious tits as she rocked. She leaned forward, bringing her melons closer to him.

"Feel them, baby. I know you want to. Feel Mommy's big tits," she cooed lovingly.

Holly moaned in approval when Quinn began massaging her weighty orbs with his strong hands. He paid loving attention to her aching nipples, and with her clit rubbing over the shaft of his cock she knew she'd find her delirious release before long. It was crazy to think she was more aroused now than she'd ever been before with any other man's cock actually pumping inside her. It was the next best thing to actually fucking each other, and maybe they wouldn't have any regrets later.

"Mom, fuck, ohhh Mom, if you don't stop you're gonna make me ... Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!"

The end of Quinn's sentence came out of his huge cock in the form of hard spurts of cum jetting up on his body.

"Yes, baby, yes!" Holly cried. "Cum for Mommy! You're not inside me so it's okay. It's not wrong like this. Oh baby, oh god, there's so much cum!"

Then Holly started to cum, too, grinding harder and faster along her baby's shaft while the electric jolts of pleasure shot through every cell of her glorious body. She was mewling and crying while Quinn grunted like an animal, squeezing down harder on his mother's tits until his pulsing cock was drained. Holly kept going through another orgasm before she slowed to a stop and took a good at the two of them. They were both soaked with sweat, massage oil, pussy juice and man spunk.

The dazed blonde felt like a character in a dream she was having. When they started to calm down, she got off of her son, deliberately dragging her cunt over the creamy spatters on his body. She felt so naughty thinking of her man-boy's cum touching her maternal snatch. She felt amazing, though part of her deep inside felt relieved that she hadn't taken his cock inside her. It was good he came when he did or she would've lost control and shoved him inside her. At least this way she could still claim she'd never fucked her own son. Yes, it was hot, erotic and so full of love, but it hadn't been fucking. No matter how much and for how long she'd wanted that, it would've been horribly wrong. Coming that close gave her a new perspective on her sordid desires.

"Um, we're both quite a mess," she pointed out. "I'm going to take a shower and I'm sure you want one too."

Holly locked herself into her bathroom. She started the water and could hear Quinn try the doorknob. But he was a smart, sensitive boy and knew his mother needed this time to herself so he left it at that. She took a long shower, shampooing, freshening the shave on her legs and pussy. Savoring the pleasure they shared. She didn't regret resisting the need to take his cock inside her, but at the same time she asked herself why she hadn't, even though she already knew the answer.

After drying her hair and slowly moisturizing her skin, Holly went back to her room. Quinn had picked up all the towels and left her bed in the same state it was in before. She slept naked that night, as she often did. She craved feeling him next to her, but she was tired and emotionally drained. Sleep came on quickly, and she didn't wake up until the middle of the next morning.

Quinn gave his mother a loving hug and a cautious kiss on the cheek when she joined him in the kitchen for coffee and a light breakfast. She was thankful he didn't say anything about the night before, but also a little disappointed. She knew he had to be thinking about it, though. How could he not be? The look in his eyes told her everything she needed to know. He damn well was thinking about it, and this morning he was looking at her in a way she'd never seen before. Her body went limp and she nearly faltered on her feet when she finally pinpointed what it was.

Her strapping Adonis of a son was looking at her like he owned her. There was a hint of doubt there, too. Uncertainty. The one thing that was missing from his attitude was regret. Holly could see he wasn't the least bit sorry about what happened. If anything, the gleam in his eyes made her feel like his love for her had swelled even more, if such a thing were even possible. His look was enough to make her blush, yet neither of them mentioned the minor instance of mother and son sharing a mutual orgasm barely a dozen hours ago.

They sat down at the table and had their coffee and some fresh fruit.

"Are you still up for going to your grandfather's storage unit?" she asked, forcing her voice to sound casual.

"Sure," Quinn agreed quickly. "If we go right after breakfast, we can pull a few boxes of stock, go to the shop and get them shelved, and then we could be back home by early afternoon. Still plenty of time to kick back. And we'll have all day tomorrow to chill by the pool before the grand opening."

"As long as you don't mind. I hate to take advantage of all your help. You've been doing so much. Are you sure you're up for more?"

Quinn gave her wry smile. "Definitely. That, um, stiffness I was feeling last night is all better now."

Holly almost spat out a mouthful of coffee, but she got it down and laughed it off. That's as far as they went toward talking about the night before, but Holly felt incredibly pleased with herself for giving her son the kind of physical therapy they both really needed. She knew they would have to talk about things in depth before much more time went by.

Old habits die hard, so Holly decided to dress to impress after breakfast. She was also feeling hotter and more beautiful than she had in a long time and it felt good to express herself that way in front of her son. She pulled on light grey booty shorts without panties. Then a white sports bra that showed off her cleavage and a pink, sleeveless blouse. She didn't bother to button the blouse but just tied it together right beneath the swell of her distracting tits. A pair of flat heeled sandals and she was ready to go.

Quinn was waiting for her downstairs. He was wearing a pair of board shorts and a fresh tank top that showed off his arms and shoulders to perfection. He drove Holly's SUV to the storage facility. It was pretty well deserted on a weekday morning. He pulled up in front of the door to his grandfather's unit.

Holly opened the garage style door and they went inside the shady stall. There were boxes of books stacked everywhere, mostly labeled according to their value. But in the rear corner of the stall, they discovered Holly's father had an easy chair and table with a lamp plugged into the one electrical outlet. There was an open box on the opposite side of the chair that was full of tattered paperback books. The box was large and unlabeled.

"Looks like Grandpa used to come here to read and chill by himself," Quinn observed.

"I never knew. I wonder why. He always had that nice den at home."

Holly watched curiously as Quinn sat in his grandfather's chair and looked into the box right beside it.

"Ohhh, looks like Grandpa had some sort of secret stock literature for reading in private." There was a naughty looking leer on his face as he looked at the book covers on top.

He started pulling books out of the box one at a time, looked at each cover and grinned before handing them to his mother. Holly was shocked at what she saw. These were not the sort of books sold in reputable bookstores. The covers were cartoonish looking and extremely suggestive. The first few books Quinn handed to his mother had titles like: Hot Sucking Daughter, Mom's Incest Orgy and A Mother Without Panties.

Holly was stunned to silence. She had no idea her father had such an obscene private stash. If he liked reading books like this, then why had he always resisted letting her teasing go too far? She wondered if he thought about her when he was reading them.

"Geezus," Quinn said, opening one of the books to read a little. "This one gets going right on the first page."

Holly looked at the cover of the book in her son's hands and read the title: Never Too Tight for Daddy. She couldn't believe her son was reading it right in front of her. He quickly put that one aside and picked up another one called, Suck-Loving Mother. Holly noticed his brow rise up as he started to read it with a smile.

When Quinn was obviously going to read past the first page, Holly looked into the box herself. There had to be over a hundred of those porn books, and every title she scanned had some kind of incest related title. But then she found an old journal notebook and pulled it out, curious. Just flipping through the pages, she saw they were all in her father's handwriting. Glancing at her son, she could see he was engrossed in reading Suck-Loving Mother like it was a work of classic literature. She couldn't help smiling and wondered if she should ever tell him how much his own mother loved sucking. But her mind went back to her father's secret journal. Why would he stash it away in a box of old dirty incest novels?

Holly sat on a nearby box and read the first page of her father's diary. The date was from late spring of her last year of high school, right after she'd turned eighteen.

'Closed the shop early today to pick up Holly from cheerleader practice. Can't believe my little girl is a woman now. And what a woman! In her little uniform, those titties were bouncing up and down all the way to my truck. I know it makes me a bad man but I couldn't keep my eyes off them. I know damn well she does things like that on purpose. Like she's testing me or something. God help me but I gave my cock a squeeze in my pants before she got in the truck. She never wears a bra for practice and I know damn well the little minx loves teasing all those boys on the team ... and the coaches and teachers who also come out to look. Can't say I blame 'em. My girl is a stunner, all blonde and stacked and not even in college yet. When she got in the truck she did that thing where she swings one leg in first, swinging it wide to squeeze her tiny skirt up and show off those tiny panties she wears. I know she does it on purpose just to make me look. She always gives me that naughty grin and says "hey Daddy how was your day?" I just played along like always, acting like I didn't almost see her tight, young pussy. I was thinking about that tonight in the shower. Yeah, it's really bad but I couldn't stop jerking my hard dick. I wanted to shove it inside her so bad I could scream. Better off just pumping my stuff all over the shower stall. No matter what kind of tease that girl is, I still love her more than anything in the world. Can't be helped she looks like she does in that little outfit. Oh well, at least she wears a bra and the proper uniform panties for games.'

Holly felt her eyes well up with tears. She had no idea how frustrated her father must've been all because of her. She paged through the journal and read a few more entries. Her father always paid close attention to outfits she wore and little things she did to make him look at her. Sometimes he described looking at her when she didn't know. Each of the entries she read through ended with her father describing how hard his blossoming daughter made his cock and how he stroked himself to climax after climax.

A little further into the book, she discovered something even more shocking. The summer before she left for her brief, ill-fated time away at college, Holly's father described fucking some of her friends when she was out of the house. The first one was from early June of that year, only a week before the group of eighteen year old friends graduated.

'Today Krissy came by again while Holly wasn't home. She's been flirting more and more and I can't help flirting back. She looks so much like Holly it drives me crazy, and she knows it. The two could just about be sisters. I guess Holly and me haven't been hiding our own flirty relationship as well as I thought. Anyway, Krissy was wearing those tight little shorts and a top just like one of Holly's that lets her big tits nearly fall out. She gave me the wickedest looking smirk and said I really seem to like big tits. I'm ashamed of myself but I threw it right back at her and said how am I not s'posed to look when she's practically shaking those big beauties right in my face. She giggled like a little devil and said of course I should look. "I wore this just for you," she tells me. Then she lifted up her top and flashed a pair of ripe titties that could've been a centerfold. That was it. I started feeling those gorgeous jugs. They were almost as pretty as my daughter's. They sure felt good, and Krissy cooed and moaned like a little sex kitten. She started playing with my dick right through my pants but she got it out pretty fast and started stroking it. Next thing I knew, she was on her knees on the kitchen floor sucking the whole shaft in and out of her wet mouth, moaning like it tasted like candy. After a little bit I got her bent over the kitchen table and yanked those tiny shorts down. She didn't have any panties on and her pussy was right there, all smooth and dripping wet. I fed that tight little teenaged girl hole my cock for all I was worth. The harder I fucked her the more she liked it and she came a couple of times. Then she started calling me Daddy and it got me so excited I filled her right up with cum. I admit I lost my mind a little and spanked her when I was cumming and that just made her cum again. I know this was really bad, but Krissy helped me keep the edge off enough to keep from giving in to Holly. It was bad enough to fuck one of her friends, but my own daughter? It isn't supposed to matter how much you love her, how much you want her, how much pride you feel and worship the ground your own baby girl walks on. So I gave in to one of her friends. Krissy wasn't complaining. She gave me huge hug and kiss before she left, saying she couldn't wait to do it again. I probably wasn't thinking straight when I told her I couldn't wait either.'

Holly read more episodes out of her father's hidden sex life. He'd fucked four more of her friends, and Krissy made good on her promise to go back for more. It seems Holly's father was fucking Krissy right up until his daughter came home from college in the middle of the year, pregnant with Quinn. She lived with him all through her pregnancy, and after the baby was born she went to massage school and earned a therapist's license. She and her boy lived with her father, allowing her to save money until the house next door went up for sale and she was in a position to buy it. But things between Krissy and Holly's father picked up again before long.

When Holly looked over at Quinn, he was engrossed in a book called The Son Also Rises. The work they came to do had been temporarily forgotten.

As Holly went back to her father's journal, she found a loose sheet of paper tucked in the back, also in her father's handwriting. She uttered a soft gasp of surprise to see it was addressed directly to her.

'My darling girl, Holly. If you're reading this it means I'm gone. I guess that means it's finally okay if you know your daddy's true feelings. If you've read even just part of this journal then you now know how much I always loved you, not only as my beautiful daughter, but as an incredibly desirable woman. You now know I had a lot of good times with some of your friends. Especially Krissy. That's how we kept it going for years, even after she got married. She was special, and maybe that was partly because she looked like you the most. And we understood each other. She always had a thing for her own father so we made good stand-ins for each other. I'm so sorry for betraying your trust, but I didn't know what else to do. Without Krissy, I might've broken down and given in. I think she even knew that every time I was ever inside her I was thinking of you. She didn't seem to mind and in fact I think she liked it that way since she was thinking about her own dad. I always wanted you more than anyone else. But I was afraid you could end up growing resentful and start thinking of me of as some kind of deviant instead of the reliable father I always wanted to be for you.

'But sweetpea, I've had a lot of time to think about that this past year or so and I realize how wrong I was. I know now that our love for each other was always deeper and stronger than all that. We would've been perfect lovers. Perfect mates. I know your love was something I should've trusted so much more. It's the biggest regret of my life.

'And now, I can see there's a growing young man in your life who looks at you the way I always did. And you look at him the way you always looked at me. Your son loves you like a man, and he's wired just like his mom and grandpa. Don't make the same mistake I did. Show my grandson you love him the way you always loved your father. You know what I mean. Take him inside your luscious body and allow yourselves to feel what I always denied myself, and you. To feel the amazing pleasure of a truer, deeper love. The deepest of all. And never forget I always loved you more than my next breath.'

Holly realized there were tears running down her cheeks. She folded the letter and slipped it back in the journal, which she then slipped into her bag. Maybe one day she'd show it to Quinn, but not today. She did her best to wipe the tears from her face and looked at him, still reading from his grandfather's stash of forbidden literature. There was a huge bulge in his shorts that gave away how aroused he was. And after reading her father's journal, Holly felt aroused despite her emotional reaction. She wasn't upset with him. She understood his misgivings. Even last night her own doubts had kept her from breaking the final barrier with Quinn. But now she was taking her father's words to heart and she was looking at her son's bulging shorts with a new feeling of determination.

"I think you're really enjoying that book, sweetheart," she said in a playful tone.

Quinn looked up suddenly and blushed, as if he'd forgotten he wasn't alone. But he grinned. His mother could clearly see he was blushing from being so engrossed in the book and not from the very obvious sign of the erection in his shorts. Holly stood up and squared back her shoulders, pushing her stiff-nippled melons obscenely forward. Her son's eyes widened at the sight of those luscious jugs nearly bursting out the top of her sports bra.

"Pretty interesting story," he replied, trying to sound casual. "Kinda even reminds me of some people I know."

Holly smiled slyly, happily noticing her son's gaze hovering steadily on her protruding jugs. "Hmm, I wonder who. And baby, it looks like your, um, stiffness is back." She nodded toward the bulge in his crotch with hungry look in her eyes.

Quinn smirked back at her and boldly put his hand over his cock, squeezing his shaft right in front of his mother. "It is, Mom. Between finding these hot books and what you're wearing, it's really bad again."

"Do you need more therapy from Mommy, baby?"

"I always need therapy from you."

Holly loved hearing that. She knew exactly what her obviously aroused son was suggesting. The tingles that started in her pussy while she was reading her father's journal quickly turned into a throb. It didn't take a genius to know Quinn was thinking about the night before just as much as she was. Her heart beating with anticipation, she said, "Why don't show Mommy where it's stiff, baby."

Quinn set aside the book in his hand, now having both to unzip his shorts. He lifted his ass enough to push them all the way to his ankles, then slipped off his sandals and pulled his feet free of the shorts. He sat back in his grandfather's easy chair with his muscular thighs parted and his magnificent cock standing thick and proud before his mother's loving gaze.

"It's too stiff to work right now, Mom," he said, wrapping his big hand around his shaft. He stroked it slowly up and down for his mesmerized mom. "I need you to help me like you did last night," he added.

"Hmm, I can see your condition is quite serious," his mother replied. "We may need to take a more creative approach."

Holly untied her blouse and shrugged it off, then pulled her sports bra off over her head, exposing her naked melons to her son for second time in their lives. She dropped her top next to his shorts and knelt down in front of his chair. Fortunately, there was a large carpet scrap laid down in front of the chair so she didn't have to kneel on bare concrete. Her breath caught in her throat as she came up close to that big, pulsing cock, now merely a few inches in front of her face. She thought how her father must've sat this way in this very same chair so many times as he read his incestuous fantasy books, stroking his cock to thoughts of his teasing daughter.

The excited blonde leaned forward, taking hold of her portly tits and wrapping them around Quinn's erection. His man flesh felt so hot and solid between her silk-soft jugs and his long sigh of pleasure was music to his mother's ears. Trapping his stalk in between, Holly pushed her tits firmly together and began rubbing her boy's cock up and down with her flesh.

"Ohhh, Mom, that feel so good," Quinn moaned. "You have the most gorgeous tits I've ever seen."

"Aww, baby, I'm sure you're exaggerating," she replied, excited even more by his youthful admiration. She would have loved having her lubes and massage oils from home, but Quinn's cock was oozing so much precum there was plenty of juicy to give her tits a good, slick slide up and down his pole. It nearly made her giggle out loud to realize how proud she felt of her son's truly gorgeous cock. She was proud of him for so many things, but this kind of pride went straight to her deep feelings of love and the horny lust that was a natural side of her being.

Holly also loved pleasing her strapping boy with her big tits. She'd always loved having big, heavy, impressive melons but using them now to pleasure Quinn's luscious man meat felt like that had always been the whole reason to have them. Big tits. Big cock. It was like the mother and son were perfectly matched. Like they were made for this. But Holly knew there was much more she could give the love of her life to make him feel his prodigious, male pleasures.

Backing away slightly, the topless mother grabbed her baby's cock by the base and started licking all around the upper portion of his shaft, never forgetting to savor the gooey, wet head. She took his oozing dome between her lips and gave him some suction while swirling her tongue all around the ridge. Soon she was stroking her lips up and down his rod along with her hand, making him moan and gasp for air.

"Ohhhh, yes, Mommy, suck it," her horny college stud groaned desperately. "No one else ever made it feel that good."

Holly released his cock with a loud smacking sound. "That's because Mommy loves you more than anyone else. And because I love your cock more than you know."

Before he could reply, Holly took her boy's organ back in her mouth, taking long, plunging sucks up and down his shaft. There was still so much cock left over she had to work in tandem with her hand, stroking and sucking him all at once. She serviced her boy's meat with wet love and hunger, barely breathing as her head bobbed up and down on his lap. Feeling his hot prick throbbing in her mouth was magic, but hearing his gasping moans of pleasure was enough to make her pussy drip and leak into the snug fitting crotch of her shorts.

Holly kept going until she felt her son grasp two hands full of her hair. "Mom! Oh fuck, Mom, I'm gonna cum!" he growled.

She simply bobbed faster up and down his delicious penis, yearning for the gush of hot cream she knew was about to explode across her tongue. And finally it came, squirts and spurts of her baby's fertile cream splashing into her mouth. She sucked out his special spunk like a milkshake through a straw, eagerly swallowing every gush of his frothy love.

Holly held her son's cock in her mouth as he relaxed into the chair, the hardness of his meat subsiding only slightly. "Mommy loves your cum so much, baby. Mmmm, it's so delicious. I hope you're going to be giving me much much more from now on."

"I'll always give you everything you need, Mom," he said meaningfully, the leer on his face making sure she knew what he meant.

Holly thought they'd recover a little now, then get their work done and when they got home she'd have her son take care of the raging need in her pussy. After cumming as hard as he just had, surely he'd need some recovery time. But when she stood up, he surprised her by grabbing the waistband of her shorts and tugging it away from her taut tummy.

"Take 'em off for me, Mom. We're not finished yet," he told her.

Holly felt a shiver run through her as she saw that look in his eyes like the one she'd seen at breakfast. That look that said he owned her now. She was happy to push her shorts down her shapely legs, standing back up completely naked for him. Quinn leaned forward and moved his hands behind her to grasp his mother by her ass. She seemed to know what he wanted as she stepped even closer to the chair and lifted one foot onto the arm.

"Mmmmm, that's just what I want ... Mommy. That hot, beautiful pussy," he said in a husky tone.

Quinn started stroking Holly's wet slit with his large fingers, moving with gentle care at first, like caressing the petals of a dew-coated flower. His mother felt weak, barely believing a guy as big and muscular as her son could have such a delicate touch. Yet the deeper her moans of pleasure became the more pressure she felt from his fingers. When he trapped her swollen clit between his thumb and index finger, slightly pinching the small, protruding nub, Holly was afraid her legs would go out from under her.

He massaged her clit in circles for a long time before sliding a long, thick middle finger into his mother's dripping hole. The buxom blonde mom couldn't believe she was watching her own son's finger slide into her body through the same, slippery portal he'd been born through. His finger was thoroughly coated and glistening with her juices, and she noticed he was watching it disappear and reappear, in and out, over and over, just as intently as she. It didn't occur to her to think what she watching was intensely wrong. To her, it was simply amazing, something only the most loving mothers would ever see or feel. And oh, how good her baby's finger felt as he curled the tip repeatedly into her inner sweet spot.

Holly could feel the shivers throughout her body building higher and higher, moving toward her peak without faltering. She was dying to cum, but then Quinn suddenly pulled his finger out of the woman's channel, leaving her craving more. He looked up at her and loudly sucked her juices off his finger.

"I need to taste you now, Mom. C'mon. Hop up here."

He patted the arms of the chair and Holly arranged herself on them on her knees, bringing her strikingly bald twat right up to Quinn's face. He inhaled deeply, making a clear point of savoring her delectable scent. Then he reached around to grip the cheeks of her ass, holding them firmly as he slid his tongue along her slit. He lapped thirstily at her sensitive lips and the open gap in between that her position offered him. She held onto his shoulders for extra support as he took her clit into his mouth and sucked that throbbing pearl of desire for all he was worth.

Quinn alternated between sucking and licking his mother's clit, driving her into a breathless delirium that seemed to take over her entire existence. She felt one of his hands move from her ass, over her hip and then down to her slit. Once again, Holly felt her son's big finger push into her wet sheath, but this time he was still slurping and sucking her love pearl at the same time. Her body was wracked with hard quivers of pleasure as she mewled and gasped over his surprisingly skillful attention.

Before much longer she felt it building up inside her again, almost like the night before, except even more intensely now. Another ball of electric sensation growing bigger and wider, until it exploded through every cell of her body.

"Fuck, baby, oh fuck!" she mewled. "Mommy's cumming!"

Quinn ground his finger into his mother's G spot while suckling her clit, fortifying his hot assault until her shudders finally stopped. Too sensitive to handle any more sensation, Holly backed away. She slipped her knees off the arms of the chair and squeezed them down on the seat on either side of Quinn's hips, letting her ass settle back on his knees. She was dazed as she looked at his smiling face, his lips and chin covered with his own mother's love dew.

"Baby ..." she said, still too breathless to add anything more.

"You're delicious, Mom," he told her with a defiant grin. "I can't even tell you how long I've wanted to taste your pussy."

Holly came about halfway out of her post-orgasmic daze and snickered. "You're a very bad boy," she teased. Then she saw his fully rehardened cock jutting up from his lap. "And this is proof you can't deny," she added as she wrapped a hand around his thick shaft and began stroking him.

"It's not my fault you always make it hard. With a mother like you a guy like me doesn't stand a chance."

"Always? Baby, just how long have you been getting as hard as this for me?"

She kept stroking him while they talked. Quinn quickly pulled off his shirt, leaving them both completely naked right there in his grandfather's storage unit.

"A little before I left for college," he admitted.

Holly was pleased to see more precum dribbling from the beautiful head of his cock. "Sweetheart, that was two years ago," she said, surprised. "I can't believe you haven't been distracted by some girl on your campus."

"I tried, Mom, honest I did. I got with as many girls as I could. But I only ended up thinking of you even more. It got where I was bored having sex unless I was thinking about you."

"Baby, I'm twice your age." Not that she wasn't incredibly pleased. And the warm throb of his cock in her hand was bringing her pussy right back to the simmering stage.

"And you're twice as hot as any girl I met at school."

Holly smiled with satisfaction. She wasn't above being pleased by compliments like Quinn's. He filled his hands with her warm, smooth tit flesh, massaging her blood right back into her nipples. They both moaned from the pleasure.

"And there's something else, Mom."

"Yes, baby?"

"I didn't love any of them like I love you. I mean, it felt great to fuck them and everything, but it was always like there was something missing. I hope that doesn't make me sound like a freak."

"Well, it kinda does," she said, smearing precum all up and down his fuck stalk. "But I guess I'm the same kind of freak, darling. I feel the same way."

Quinn reached for the back of his mother's head and pulled her face down to kiss. There was no hesitation. They both needed this equally and they needed each other now. Their tongues immediately swirled into each other's mouth while Holly rose high enough to reach down and hold her son's cock to the slippery folds of her snatch. She got the head plugged into her hole and started to lower herself onto his meat. Somehow, his engorged cock felt even bigger as it sank deeper and deeper into her maternal core.

Holly sank as far onto her son's cock as she could go, then held her body still, wrapping her mind around the idea she now had from him what she never had with her daddy. Her broiling pussy rippled around his hard, young shaft, causing them both to let out a long, wistful sigh at the same time. The look in his eyes was the most wicked gaze of lust she'd ever seen, yet no one, not even her father, had ever looked at her with such intense love and need. The fact that Quinn's cock felt like a naturally perfect fit to her own body was in the back of her mind.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he said as he caressed his mother's big, bare tits. "I can't believe we're finally doing this. I love you, Mom. So fucking much."

"Are you sure you're not just in love with Mommy's big tits and wet pussy?"

"I'm definitely in love with those too. But not just those. I love everything about you, Mom."

"I love you, too, baby. But you know we can never come back from this, right?"

"Who'd ever wanna come back from anything this good?"

Holly giggled a little. "Mmmm, you make a good point."

Quinn was beginning to rock his hips, starting to pump his rod into his mother's hole. She moaned, feeling her eyes water as she realized who this hot young man was who was now scraping the insides of her cunt walls with his broiling hot flesh. She started rocking along with him, countering his thrusts with her own up and down riding motion.

The undulating waves of perfect pleasure fanning out from Holly's dripping core felt like the ultimate culmination of her whole life. Maybe it was meant to be that her father resisted her for so many years. And now, obviously, her son wasn't about to. He was thrusting back at her riding pussy like it was his whole purpose in life, like his magnificent cock was created to pleasure the woman who brought him into this world all the way from her sodden twat to the core of her very soul.

With her tits still in his groping hands, Holly leaned forward just a few inches more so her boy could flick his tongue at her nipples and suckle them as much as he could with her body rising and falling onto his. She loved the way he adored them, nipping at them as if he understood just how sensitive they were.

"God, you feel so good, Mom," he grunted, pumping up hard enough to jolt her body up and down, making her hefty melons wildly shake and bob.

"You like Mommy's body, don't you, baby?" she said, breathless.

"It's perfect," he shot back. "And it's mine. From now on it's all mine."

"You wanna own your Mommy's body? These big tits? Mommy's tight pussy? Even your mama's mouth and asshole?"

Quinn growled in response and began fucking into her so hard it felt like he was going break that big, old chair. He could only tell her what he wanted through strangled gasps and grunts. "Yes! All mine! Especially this perfect fucking pussy! I know you jerk off some of your customers, Mom. And you can keep doing that, as long as you remember this pussy belongs to your son. Forever!"

Holly nearly exploded just hearing those words. "Oh fuck, baby, yes!" she shrieked. "That's only for them, my love, not for me. This ... you ... your gorgeous fucking cock! This is for me, for us ... oh god baby just keep fucking me! Don't you ever stop fucking Mommy!"

Quinn kept pumping into his mother with all the strength in his amazing body. Each and every thrust pushed wails of pleasure up from deep in her throat. The wet squishing sound of his pounding cock seemed to reverberate off the walls of the little storage space, echoing the desperation of a mother's and son's need for the only love they could feel with each other. The look in his eyes made her think he was even excited by the idea of her jerking off a few of her massage clients. It was fun but nothing that mattered to her very much beyond the extra generous tips she got. What she loved so much right now was promising her pussy to him and him alone. She loved knowing he owned it now as he pumped his rigid pole hard and fast into her body.

Holly was surprised, but highly pleased, her son hadn't cum yet. She was even more surprised when he started to guide her body off his cock.

"Get up, Mom," he told her. "I need you another way."

He then bent her over the front of the chair. She held herself with her hands on the arms, her ripe ass jutting out toward Quinn as she planted her feet in a wide stance. She purred happily when she his felt wet cock sliding along the cleft between her cheeks while he gripped her by the hips.

"Put me inside you again, Mom. Like you did before," he said.

"Yes, baby. Whatever you want. Mommy will never say no."

She reached one hand down between her legs and found his cock while his grip went tighter on her hips. He felt so hot and thick and she was relieved that empty feeling in her snatch went away when she plugged his head into her sheath and felt him surge into her channel. She missed being able to see his face while he fucked her, but feeling the steadily increasing force of his thrusts from behind was making her body light up with electrical pulses of pleasure. His strokes were so much longer and deeper now, with his cock shaft rubbing harder than before over her G spot.

The force of Quinn's cock thrusts made them feel faster than they really were, but the hard slide of his throbbing shaft was already making Holly's knees unsteady. She would've been perfectly happy to stay there forever, feeling the hard surge of her son's pulsing love in her snatch, yet the radiant heat balling up from her core was billowing to bigger and bigger proportions. Sooner or later, all that building pleasure was going to burst through her emotional steam valve.

"Baby," she cried. "Mommy's gonna cum! You're gonna make me do it. Owwwwww, fuck, I'm gonna ... gonna ... Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!"

Quinn's reply was a husky howl as his cock pulsed and spewed gushers of spurting cum deep in his mother's cunt while her climaxing walls rippled around his pumping stalk. Holly never felt a man keep up an orgasm as long as she could, but her own son was doing just that, pouring his babies into her until his balls were empty.

They held their position for a while as they caught their breath. Then Quinn finally pulled out of Holly's pussy and pulled her up, turning her to face him and circling his thick arms around her. They hugged their sweaty bodies tight and kissed for what seemed like forever. Holly loved feeling her son's wet cock squishing against her skin, their juices mixing with their combined sweat and creating a pungent cocktail aroma that reeked of sex.

As the couple lost themselves in their first bout of deep, tongue-swirling, mother-son kissing, Quinn began fondling his mother's heavy tits again. Her nipples were swollen and sensitive, and before long she could feel his cock beginning to swell up all over again.

"Oh my god, you're getting hard again already," she said, amazed but also remembering the resilience of college aged cock.

She gripped his cock and stroked him a few times. "Maybe we can put this job off to tomorrow. And for now, we can go home where I can take care of your 'stiffness' in a real bed."

Quinn loved his mother's idea, and the two quickly pulled their scant clothes back on over their damp bodies. But before they got back in the truck, he grabbed a few of the porn books out of his grandfather's secret stash while his mother remembered the journal in her bag. They locked the unit back up and Quinn drove home.

Holly felt giddy the whole way back, and when they got to the house she was even more excited to get her naked, beautifully hung son back in her bed. But this time, there would be no holding back like the night before. They way were past that now.

Back at their house, Quinn followed his mother straight into her bedroom. The fact that he felt so at ease doing that, knowing what they both expected to come next, put a smile on her beautiful face that went all the way to the butterfly feeling down in her tummy. It didn't take long for them to strip off the few clothes they were wearing. Holly loved the way it felt so comfortable and familiar yet so exciting and wicked at the same time. As she watched her gorgeous son stand back upright after taking his shorts off and showing his fully refreshed erection standing up and proud eager for Mommy's love, she thought very briefly of her father's journal. She understood why he'd done what he had, but she knew her son wasn't going to follow the same path of fucking her friends to keep from fucking her.

Now fully naked, Holly knew her son needed her in a way that no substitution would ever be enough. He was walking toward her across the room, his succulent cock swaggering back and forth. In that moment, it was like a wave of blue flames rushed through her body. It felt like a revelation, that she finally understood the true meaning of love and desire. And true lust was that all too rare combination of both.

Quinn reached his mother, his forward jutting cock touching her first, then his hands coming up to cup and caress her prominent tits. Holly readily took his rock solid shaft in one hand and affectionately fondled his balls with the other. He leaned over and kissed her deeply, still kissing her as he started guiding her toward her bed. When she felt the backs of her legs come up against the bed, she stopped and broke the kiss.

"Baby, don't you think we're kind of sweaty and messy? Are you sure you don't want to take a shower before you fuck Mommy again?"

Quinn uttered a dirty snicker. "Hmmm, I do love you clean and fresh, Mom. And I love you just as much all dirty ... just like I am."

Before she could reply, he shoved her backward, sending her onto her bed for a soft landing. He crawled on with her as she scootched backward, but then he was on her, sucking her sweaty tits while he thrust his long, hard cock into her pussy, fucking into the load of cum he left there back at the storage place. She had to admit she loved how sweaty and manly her son smelled and felt. She loved him clean or dirty, just the way he loved her. And she loved the way he licked her salty skin while he pumped her full of his hard, throbbing mother-love ... and pumped and pumped and pumped ....

THE END