Mom and Son - Another Story

It all started by accident. I was taking laundry into Jake, my son's room. I wasn't thinking, I mean it was part of my Saturday morning routine. I've been doing it for as long as I can remember.

His father, John, was at the club playing golf as always on a Saturday. Jake was usually, up and out by now. He had eaten breakfast and I guess I just assumed he was gone. But when I opened his bedroom door, there was my 19-year-old son, on his back, stretched out on his bed, not a stitch of clothing on. His hairy thick legs spread wide. His hard fully erect cock in his fist as he pumped way on it. The other hand massaging his ball sack. He had his virtual reality goggles on and his breathing was heavy.

I don't know why I didn't just take a step back and quietly close the door, but I was transfixed watching him. His fist pumping his cock the other massaging his balls. I had never seen anyone do that before. I have never even thought about asking any ex-boyfriend or, especially my husband, to let me watch them, you know, jack off.

I just stood there, holding a basket full of clean laundry, watching my son, beat off. I felt my pussy begin to moisten. I finally realized I really shouldn't be watching him. I was about to leave, when Jake moaned and whimpered, "Yes mommy, just like that. Don't stop mom, keep sucking it, please mommy, please."

I gasped out loud, but I guess Jake couldn't hear me with the headset on. He kept pumping his cock even harder. Then he arched his back and groaned. His cock erupted and jet after jet of white creamy cum spewed onto his chest. He slumped back onto the bed as his dick twitched in his hand as another jet of cum landed on his abs. The final spasms pumped smaller globs of sperm onto his abdomen. His fist held his dick in its grip as cum oozed out its tip, coating his hand. He cupped his balls on his other hand. He whispered, "Oh mom, thank you mom. God, that was great."

He released his grip on his now limp dick and balls and sighed. I backed out of the room and gently, quietly closed the door. I stood frozen outside the closed door, still holding the basket of laundry. My first thought was 'Jesus, that was a lot of cum.' My second thought was 'I shouldn't have watched him.' My third thought made my knees buckle; 'Me? He was thinking of me, his mother, sucking his...?'

In a haze, I walked to my bedroom, placed the basket of laundry on the bed and sat down next to it. I looked straight ahead. Staring back at me was my image in the full-length mirror of our master suite's bathroom door.

Again, I asked myself, 'Me? My son was imagining me? He's wanting me to do that to him? I only do that with his father a few times a year, his birthday, our anniversary or when I had too much to drink. But, Jake, why was he envisioning me doing that to him? He's my son, that is so wrong. Why would he even think of me that way?'

I looked at myself in the mirror. A fortyish year-old woman staring back at me. I had on a loose-fitting blue blouse; my ample D cupped breasts were still outlined underneath. My calves visible, not as shapely toned as they used to be. My thick thighs, wide hips and plump ass noticeable under my flower-patterned cotton skirt as I sat on the bed.

My mind went blank as I examined myself.

"Mom."

Jake's voice shook me.

I looked over at him, standing in my bedroom doorway. He was fully dressed in a buttoned shirt and jeans.

He smiled, "I'm going over to Art's and play video games with a bunch of guys. Don't know if I'm going to make it home for dinner."

"Okay dear." I gave him a half grin and he was gone.

I sat there for a few minutes, just staring at myself. I then picked up the laundry basket, walked down to his room. The door was shut. This time I knocked, even though I knew he wasn't there. I opened the door slowly. I stepped in and there was faint scent of his body odor and sperm present. I glanced around the room. His bed was unmade as usual. A box of tissues on the nightstand. I knew why they were there now. The reason never crossed my mind before. I guess I knew, but didn't want, or even think of why before. I saw the virtual reality glasses on his desk. I dropped the basket on his bed and walked over to them. I picked them up, turning the bulky set in my hands. I wondered, what was he watching? How do you turn this on? Does it have a history? I flipped it over. Hit a button labeled power, held the visor up to my face and peered in.

"Computer Connection" flashed on the visor. "Click Play". I asked myself, "Where's the play button?" I lowered the visor and looked at the side. I answered myself, "There it is."

I was about to press it when I noticed a scan disk drive inserted in the side of his laptop. It was easier just to touch the monitor, touch the file icon, then the "f" drive for the disk and "OH MY GOD!", I shouted out loud.

I saw myself, standing, my back to the camera, in my one-piece red bathing suit, looking out at the ocean, small waves lapping at my feet. My brown hair, catching the wind. Jake must have videoed me while we were on vacation last summer. I don't remember him doing this. I kept watching the monitor as I turned facing the camera.

I took a few steps back and sat on the edge of my son's bed.

Jake must have used his cell phone. Then the camera zoomed in, focusing on my legs. It lingered there. I could hear the waves splashing around me and some children squealing. The lens moved up slightly and centered in on my crotch. Even closer. The video went out of focus for a second, then the crystal-clear shot of my bathing suit covered crotch. My feet were a bit apart and the gap between my upper thighs gave a clear view of my covered pubic area. There was the hint of a line down the center. Jesus, was that the outline of my pussy slit? The view on the monitor lingered, then blurred and there I was again. This time I was laying on my towel, face down. My feet about a foot apart. My entire body on the monitor. My forehead resting on a rolled-up towel. My arms down at my sides. Jake just kept the iPhone on me. I turned my head to the side, the sun in my eyes made me squint. "Honey, could put some lotion on my shoulders and legs so your mother won't burn?" The picture went blank, but the sound was still on. Jake must have put the phone down without stopping the video as I heard him say, "Sure mom, no problem."

The screen was blank for a while. Then, my glistening legs came into focus and my plumb behind hidden by the red bathing suit. The camera swept up and my whole backside came into view, Jake held the phone focused there for a few seconds then suddenly, the scene switched. It was my bedroom at the resort. How? Oh dear Jesus, Jake must have hid a cam in our bedroom! The cam was focused on the bed. John was laying halfway under the sheet. His naked torso exposed as he sat up on the bed.

"Come on Annie, what are you doing in there?" John's voice was clear. My eyes focused on the bathroom door on the other side of the bed. OH NO! I knew what was about to happen. The bathroom door opened and there I stood, wearing a white, lacey, short negligee, with its matching bra and panties. It showed off my new tan. I leaned against the door frame, "I'm ready, are you?"

John lifted the sheet to show me he was. I smiled at him. The thought shot through me, 'OH MY GOD! Jake is going to watch his father and I...'

I sat down in the desk chair, my eyes clued to the monitor. My mind raced. A day at the beach and John would to get horny looking at those young girls parading themselves up and down the beach in their skimpy little bikinis. I knew he'd be in a playful mood and he was making suggestive, snide remarks all afternoon, so I knew what he'd want that night.

I walked over to the bed, swaying my hips back and forth. A nasty grin on my face. OH GOD, now I remembered the voice I used, imitating a young girl. "Lay down mister, let me take care of that for you." John smiled at me. He closed his eyes and lay flat on his back, spread his feet apart, not saying a word.

I sat on the edge of the bed near his knees. I entwined my fingers around his stiff cock. He gasped.

I sat there watching this! I had never seen myself about to.... I couldn't stop not watching. My panties were soaked. I could smell my sex!

My other hand rested on John's hairy chest. I ran my fingers over it as I lowered my head. My hair fell around my face, framing it as I sucked my husband's cock into my mouth. My cheeks indented. My lips tightly around it. I sucked on the helmet of John's circumcised dick. Moving my head up and down on it barely taking an inch of it in my mouth. My fisted fingers pumping his cock. The cam that had been hidden in our bedroom was placed in the perfect position to show me going down on my husband.

In a low tone, John groaned, "Oh God, yes, just like that."

I remembered, I thought as I was sucking on his dick, if he was thinking of one of those young, slim, tanned teenaged girls he saw on the beach, that was mouthing his cock. I sat there, looking at the monitor, watching myself giving head. It seemed like it was forever, but it didn't seem all that long when I was doing it to him.

John's hands now moved to my head and lifted me off him. He was about to cum, but he wanted to fuck and at his age, he was only good for one shot a night.

I licked my lips as he pulled me up to him, we kissed. No tongue, just a soft gentle kiss. He moved; I lay beside him. He climbed on top of me. I opened my thighs wide. I reached down, took hold of his hard stubby cock, rubbed the tip of his dick against my slit, and guided him into my pussy. He pushed forward entering me. My fingers pressed into his upper arms. My face grimaced, not from the thickness of John's cock, but I remembered I wasn't very moist when pushed his dick into me. I was almost dry. After s few strikes my pussy responded and started to lubricate. I looked at the scene on the screen on the monitor. My heavy thighs spread wide, my eyes closed. John's head was buried in between my neck and shoulder. His ass moving up and down as he began to hammer into me. Then a loud grunt. His body stiffened. As I watched, I could almost feel the warm wetness of his sperm flow into me. saturating my pussy. He rolled off me. On the screen I could see him smiling. He lay on his back looking up at the ceiling.

I hadn't climaxed. I remembered how I just shrugged it off. I usually didn't cum when John and I made love and that's what we called what we just did. I had satisfied my husband, that's what good Christian wives do. I sat up, got out of bed and walked to the bathroom to clean myself off.

Then the screen went blank. Jake must have turned the cam off.

I sat there numb, looking at the blackness of the monitor. My pussy, no longer wet, now just reminisce of moisture.

Not very sexy. Just routine love making between an old married couple. I sighed.

I turned off the monitor. I stood up and looked around the room. Then, the thought shocked me again! Jake, my son, watched it! And he pretended it was me sucking his firm, young cock into my mouth, his mother's mouth. My pussy juice started to seep from the walls of my vagina again. The thought of me pleasuring my son with my mouth excited me and knowing it excited him too, OH GOD! That's incest! That's wrong! Annie get a grip.

My legs shook. I looked at the laundry basket, picked it up, placed it on the bed, I put Jake's clothes away. My mind went blank. I picked up the now empty basket. I walked to the laundry room, put down the basket and went to my room and sat on the bed. I again stared at the middle-aged woman in the mirror that wanted to suck her young son's cock.

I don't know what possessed me. I found myself walking back to my son's room. I walked in, went over to the waste basket by his bed. I reached in and pulled out a fistful of tissue. Some were still damp.

It was like I was in a trance. I lay on the bed on my back, my head rested on my son's pillow. His body scent surrounded me. I lifted my skirt up over my hips and lifted my plump butt off the bed as I pulled down my off-white granny panties and kicked them off. I grabbed the clutch of mixed damp and hard stained tissue with one hand as my other went straight to my hairy covered pussy. I spread my thighs wide, pushing my feet towards me, raising my knees off the bed. I moved the fistful if tissue to my nose and deeply inhaled son's musky, sweet scent of his spent semen as I plunged two fingers deep into my already saturated cunt as my thumb pressed hard against my clit. I moaned loudly as I twisted and kneaded my fingers inside me. I licked and absorbing both the smell and taste of my son's, MY SON'S, stale cum. My voice giving sound to my thoughts almost shocking me, "Yes Jake, feed mommy your cock!" My cheeks indented as I sucked the used tissue into my mouth trying to taste my son's essence. Now three fingers dug into my sloppy canal. My thumb pressed and manipulated my swollen, stiff clit. It was all too much. The mixture of fantasy and the reality, the image of my son, laying on his bed, fisting his cock, moaning my name, as he ogled me through his reality googles. Then he watched me filate his father. I imagined that was when my son's cock, pulsating and exploded around his fist.

Now I came too. I had never cum so quickly or so hard in all my life. My butt lifted off the bed as I jammed my three fingers up to my knuckles into my gushing, contracting cunt. My thumb pressing hard on my twitching clit. My things clamped hard together, holding my hand in place. My hips turned from side to side. Tears filling my eyes as I groaned twisting on the bed in the most intense orgasm of my life.

As my body began to relax, I found my breathing heavy. I let my gooey fingers slide out of me and rested on my upper thigh. My knees unbent as my legs flattened onto the bed. My other hand still held the tissue over my nose and open mouth. I no longer was sucking on the now soaked tissue, but my tongue licked them lovingly. I moaned into the moist wad, "Oh Jake, I want your cock in my mouth." I could feel the wetness of my tears on my cheeks. I lifted my son's tissues from my face and laid my hand on the bed. I stared up at the ceiling. I felt confused. What have I done? What did I just do? I found myself suppressing a smile! I have never felt so naughty, oh dear God, so depraved. But Jesus, that was, I searched for words. What was that? I now laughed out loud. What a sight I must be. Laying on my son's bed, my legs splayed apart. My skirt raised, my pussy saturated, my pubic hair matted with my juices. I could still taste of my son's cum in my mouth. I inhaled deeply, his scent all around me. Not only could I still smell my son, but my own sex scent now filled the room.

My breathing returned to normal. My whole body, now limp. I sighed softly, "Oh Jake." I lay on his bed, dazed, satisfied, lost. My mind went blank. I turned my head; the shock, the disbelief, terrifying me back to reality.

There was Jake, standing in the bedroom doorway, staring down at me.

I gasped out loud. My mind twisting, trying to think. I sat up, swinging my feet, legs off the bed. Heatedly pushed my skirt down to cover myself. I started to cry. I yelled, "Jake get out, Get out!"

I couldn't look at his face. I stared at his feet. He didn't move.

I slowly looked up; tears filled my eyes. I looked at his face. I sobbed, pleaded, "Jake, please, just leave." But he just stood in the doorway looking at me. His face was calm.

I raised my hands, burying my face in them. I gulped down a breath of air. OH, DEAR GOD! I still had my son's used tissues in my hand pressed against my face.

I felt the bed press down beside me. Jake's strong arm wrapped around my shoulder. His hand rubbed my arm. He whispered sweetly, "It's okay mom. SSSHHH."

I took another deep breath lowering my hands from my face. My fist still held his tissue. I started to stand but Jake's arm held me in place.

I looked at him. He stared back at me; his expression seemed to hold a purpose. Jake gripped my shoulder tighter, holding me firmly against him as if he was letting me know, I could not escape. He was in control. He looked down and I felt his other hand on my skirt covered thigh. He moved it up, revealing more of my heavy thigh as my skirt rose. I didn't try move. It was like I was paralyzed. I looked down as I watched and felt my son's hand move up my thigh. My thighs were now completely exposed. He moved his hand off my skirt. and placed it on my upper thigh, squeezed it gently and then moved it down toward my knee, kneading his fingers into my soft flesh.

We looked at each other, our eyes met, as his hand traveled back up my thigh, when it was inches from my pubic hair covered pussy, my thighs opened. The fresh aroma of my sex scent came up from my pussy.

I faintly whispered as my voice quivered, "No", as his index finger glided across the front of my slit brushing the damp, matted pubic hair from side to side.

He slid the finger smoothly across my pussy. I looked down to watch as my thighs involuntarily moved further apart. Again, I sobbed a feeble, "No".

Jake moved his hand away from my pussy, took his arm from around me and stood. He turned, facing me as I sat motionless on the bed. I looked up at him, then I glanced down at his crotch as I heard him unbuckle his belt. I watched as my son unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper. He paused for a few seconds as I stared at the top of his grey boxers.

He tugged his jeans and boxers down together. I inhaled deeply, taking in my sons released captured body aroma from his exposed crotch. His soft, semi-hard circumcised member fell in front of me. I noticed the various colored rings of skin around it. Its rounded girth.

I stared at my son's penis. I felt him place a hand rest gently on the top of my head. His other hand he placed under, holding his now twitching, swelling cock with his fingers. He pointed the pee slit opening at me.

I looked up at him. My vision still partly blurred from my tears. I mouthed a silent "no" up at him and then a whispered, "I can't."

His expression remained blank, his eyes narrowed slightly, as he said in a matter-of-fact voice, "Yes you can mom." Then in a what seemed like a vailed threat, "We wouldn't want dad to know what you said and what I caught you doing in my bedroom on my bed, now would we mother?"

I stared up at Jake, my mind swirled the thought, 'John, finds out? Oh God! But what my son is asking me, no, telling me to do!? What choice did I have?' It was as if his ultimatum was resolving me of guilt. Something that I had to do. No alternative. I looked again at my sons growing helmet of his cock. I moved my head forward, saw a drop of pre-cum escape from my son's cock head. I pressed my lips onto the top, gently kissed his cock and licked the drop of liquid from the slit.

The musky taste was somewhat familiar, but this time the flavor was fresh. Now, as I kissed and licked the blood engorged head of my son's dick, an image, a thought that I had just had for the first time in my life less than an hour ago, was now a reality. I was sucking my son's cock.

I was sitting on the bed, bent over, sucking on the knob of my son's cock. I felt his hand go to the back of my head and then the other that has holding his now firm dick was on the back of my shoulder. Both hands started pushing me forward and he ordered me softly, "On your knees, mom."

His cock pulled away from my mouth. I stared at it as my ass slid off the bed. I was now kneeling before my son as if I was in prayer. My eyes took in his cock. He had a thicker girth than his father and was at least two inches longer. It was now rock hard and poking out from the black nest of his pubic hair. His sparsely hair covered ball sack held tight underneath him, unlike his father's that hung low.

I felt Jake's hands on the back of my head. I knew what he wanted. I also knew what I now wanted and needed to do. I licked my lips, getting them wet. I tilted my head slightly down, opened my mouth and sucked the perfectly shaped head of my son's cock into my face.

I had never sucked John's cock or any of the other cocks while on my knees. I found myself in this submissive, obedient position. Kneeling before my son as if I was worshipping his manhood. I sucked more of him into my mouth. My tongue pressed flat against its underside, felling its blood filled bulge.

My eyes now closed. I worked my mouth up and down his soft textured, yet hard tube. The taste of his meat, the smell of his skin, the feeling of his hands rested on my head. My hands now on the backside of his strong, hairy thighs. The difference between reality and my fantasy of just a few moments before could not be compared. The smell, the actual feeling, tasting of his cock and skin. I sucked on my son's cock. I wanted him, I desired him. Then his hands held my head in place. He let out a loud deep, throated grunt. He shoved his cock to the back of my mouth and released a torrent of warm, gooey cum directly into my throat. I gulped it down. I moved my hands quietly to the front of his thighs and pushed hard enough, moving my head back slightly, so the second wave of my son's warm seed sprayed over my tongue and I was able to taste it. The salty, musky, sticky cum of my son. I swallowed it greedily. It was mine.

I could hear his low moan as he pumped his sperm into my mouth. I looked up to see his face. His eyes closed, his face contorted as he grimaced as if he was in pain. His hands pressing firmly against my head.

I moved my face back so only the head of his cock was in my mouth as his cock spasms began to subside. I sucked hard trying to drain every drop of his essence into my mouth. I could feel a small stream of his precious cum escape from the corner of my lips. Then his cock ceased to give anymore juice, he pulled back slightly and then I heard a small giggle as he pushed my head back and his now semi-hard cock popped from my pursed lips.

I licked the corner of my mouth, tasting his cum. I raised my hand and with my index finger scooped a glob of cum that had dripped from my lips a sucked it off my finger.

I was still on my knees when I looked up at Jake. He grinned down at me. His hands on his hips.

Where was the guilt? Where was the shame? The humiliation and degradation that we both should have. I searched his eyes as he reached down, put his hands under my sweaty hairless armpits, lifted me off my knees and pushed me gently back so I was sitting on the edge of the bed.

He moved between my legs, forcing my knees apart and my skirt to rise. He bent over, held my head again in his hands and kissed me softly on the lips. Not a kiss that should be shared between mother and son. It was a deep soul awakening kiss. Our tongues touched then explored each other's mouth. I knew he could taste his own cum but it did not stop his tongue from playing in my mouth. He moved back, put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me with purpose on to my back onto the bed.

I held myself up with my elbows as I saw Jake lower himself to his knees between my bare thighs. He put is hands near my knees and slid them up on my inner thighs forcing my legs wider apart. He stared at my exposed hairy cunt. I could see his nostrils flare as he inhaled the scent of my sex. Then he looked directly into my eyes as he leaned his head forward, his hands firmly planted halfway up my inner thighs and his tongue lapped at the base of my pussy, tasting its moisture. He pressed his face into my sex, dipping his tongue into me. Licking me. His face moved up further, his eyes still clued to mine, then his lips clamped down on my clit and he sucked the hard nub into his mouth.

It was like electricity shook my entire body all at once. I couldn't breathe. My back arched off the bed. My hands grabbed a fistful of sheets. My toes curled. My head titled back. My eyes were open, but I couldn't see.

My son, sucked my clit into his mouth, sucking on it like it was a miniature cock. He flicked his tongue over it, back and forth, side to side, then twirled around it. The suddenness, intensity of the orgasm seized me. My pussy inner muscles contracting in the empty void inside my cunt. A loud audible primordial cry filled the room. It was coming from me.

My hands let go of the sheet and I grabbed hold of my son's head, tangled my fingers in his hair and pushed my cunt into his face while forcing his head down into me. The veracity of the orgasm surpassed what I had just experienced. Jake continued to suck and swipe his tongue over and around my clit. His chin embedded in between my well lubricated, sticky, pussy lips.

I had a firm grip on my son's hair, holding him in place as my entire body shook and quivered on the bed. My body instantly relaxed as the wave seemed to receded from me. Then, the wave crashed back over me. Smothering me. I gasped for air as my body seized up again. My heavy thighs tightened around his head. My knees moving from side to side, rocking his head planted against his mother's spasming cunt.

The force of the orgasms slowed with each wave. My breathing was heavy. My grip on my son's hair eased. My heavy thighs relaxed around his head. He raised his head slightly. I felt the rush of fresh air against my wide-open pussy. The scent of my sex permeating up from my crotch.

I heard Jake gulp down a breath of air. His head now free, our eyes meeting through my wet matted pubic hair. He raised his head higher, a grin of satisfaction on his face, knowing he had made me cum. He had made his mother cum with his mouth.

He moved back and stood, still positioned between my spread thighs. He looked down at me and in a calm but authoritative voice said, "Mother, take off your blouse and bra."

I stared directly at him as my fingers undid the buttons on my blouse starting at the top. I brushed the opened blouse to my side and reached up and undid the front clasp of my plain off-white bra that encased my "D" cup tits.

Jake reached down as I reached up with my hands and helped me sit up on the bed. I kept my eyes focused on his face. He was now staring at my chest. I let my blouse and bra straps slip off my shoulders freeing my heavy, sagging tits. He moved his hands, one beneath each breast and lifted the sagging mounds off me. My son kneaded and played with my tits as if he was calculating their weight.

He took his hands off my breast. He put them on my shoulders and gently pushed me back on the bed. My tit's flattening on my chest, spilling over onto my sides. He reached down and placed his hands behind my knees, lifting them up and spreading them out. Exposing my well lubricated pussy.

He sternly instructed me, "Hold your knees with your hands mother, spread your thighs wide." I silently obeyed. I raised my head slightly and looked down to see his again rock-hard cock pointing straight at my pussy. Unlike his father, my son's recuperative power was a blessing of his youth.

Jake wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock and squeezed it. The head of his cock grew larger and a deep purple as it filled with blood. He inched closer to me, rubbing the engorged head of his penis

against my swollen, saturated pussy lips slicing them apart.

I looked at him. He had a determined look on his face. Where the words came from me, I do not know. But I said glaring back up at him, "Well fuck me. That's what you want, isn't it, to fuck your mother? Well, do it. Stick your cock in me and fuck me." I pushed my thick thighs wider apart, this time I almost shouted it, demanding him to obey me, to obey his mother, "Go on, fuck me!"

His eyes narrowed, he looked me in the eyes, then he looked down to my pussy. He placed the enlarged purple circumcised helmet of his cock against my virginal opening, looked up at me and rammed his cock into me, penetrating me the tip of his tool crashed against my cervix.

We both let out a loud grunt. His of pure pleasure as his cock pushed into the well lubricated walls of my cunt. Mine. a mixture of both the pleasure of being filled with my own son's cock, but also the pain of the insides of my pussy being suddenly torn apart, stretched and strained to its limits.

I looked up at him, his eyes slit, his face with an expression of purpose. He pulled back his hips, a few inches of his cock remained inside of me. Then he plunged his cock back into me again. He started to rhythmically fuck me. This was not love making. There seemed to be no love behind it. My son was jack-hammering my cunt with his cock.

With each trust of his steel girdered tool, I let out a gasp of air. My feet dangled and swayed to the rhythm at my ankles as he abused my pussy. My son was fucking me. using me. He had no thought of pleasing me, but only his own animal lust, need and sexual desire.

He reached down and grabbing my tits in his hands. Squeezing, pushing down hard on them. He angrily moaned, "You bitch. You like being fucked by me, don't you? You like your son's cock in you. You slut. You depraved whore."

His cock grew larger inside my now gaping pussy. The words did not sting me but excited me. I met his thrusts now by pushing my hips into him. He let go of my tit's, placed his hands on the back of my knees, stretching my thighs even farther apart. I let my hands slip away, running them over my thighs. The fingers of my left hand found my clit and I rubbed the extended knob furiously.

Then we came. We came together. The rush of his life-giving seed filled my womb as my pussy muscles convulsed around his dick. A long grunt echoed in the room from both of us. A delicious, incestuous, mixture of our fluids binding us.

The torrid ended. Jake let go of my knees, letting my feet tumble towards the floor. His now limp, slimy manhood slipped out of me. He climbed onto the bed, past me, laying full length above my head. I pushed myself onto the bed next to him. He placed his arms around me. I turned my head and we kissed. I smelled and tasted myself on his lips and in his mouth.

We didn't speak. We held each other. Our body sweat and sex scent filled the room, gently surrounding us. We fell asleep in each other's arms and our legs entwined together. Not a word spoken. There was no need. Just two naked bodies, covered in perspiration, in a warm, loving, mother and son incestuous embrace.