Tempting Fate Pt. 02

Both mother and son prepared for the long-delayed night with high expectations and some lingering uncertainty. Months ago, they had set themselves on a meandering course that, finally, was about to culminate in them making love. Now, it was time.

Yet, neither of them had ever clearly or directly indicated their desires to the other. Each had been bold to telegraph intentions, but they also maintained a reticence forced upon them by ingrained taboos and fear of consequences. If they went through with it, if they gave in to the overwhelming temptation to commit incest, that act would change their lives forever.

They had flirted, and teased, and enticed, and provoked each other enough to be clear, but it was a scary thing that they contemplated, a forbidden, profoundly illicit act. They both thought they knew what they wanted, and also what the other wanted, but there remained some troubling doubts in their fevered minds.

They only way to be sure was to keep provoking each other until they found themselves swept away by their pent-up passions. They teetered at a precipice and each of them aimed to take the plunge into that fearsome abyss.

Johnny still continued to question whether his mother really meant to make love to him or whether it was all just some kind of incomprehensible yet utterly thrilling game. Mathilda continued to question whether she should allow her son the indulgence he so craved. Her own desires aside, she would not deny him anything, if he truly wanted it.

The answer each of them came to in the end was yes. Each of them was ready to do it, to lie together, to consummate their passionate love. Still...

While Mathilda was in her bedroom dressing, preparing herself for whatever would happen, Johnny took off all his clothes and got into his bed. He was expectant. His erection was so hard that it was almost painful. Visions of his mother's petite body, naked and receptive, played in his mind as he sat there, half covered with his bed sheets, waiting as patiently as he could.

He was not sure precisely what to expect from her, but he was confident that she would eventually come to say goodnight if nothing else. She had not failed to give him a good night kiss since the day he was born. She would not stop now.

If she did come just to say goodnight, she would confront his nakedness, at least from the waist up. She would see those firm pectoral muscles and rippled abs that usually lurked beneath the cotton of his tee shirts, evident, but masked. His fit, young body would be exposed for her. Would that be enough?

Johnny read all the signs and decided that this night she would finally give him more than a kiss and a murmured "I love you." How much further could he expect her to go? Given all she had done to set things up, to woo and seduce him, to put him in a passionate frame of mind, he felt that he knew the answer.

He believed that, on this night, she would give herself to him completely. All the extraordinary things she had done that day seemed to say that she would give him everything. The glimpses of her nude form that she allowed him, those titillating flashes of her milky white breasts, the erotic pinkness of her erect and sensitive nipples that she had invited him to view, all the enticing exposures of her nakedness that she had willfully and wantonly displayed for him, all that followed by the tender, but unmotherly kiss she'd given him just a few minutes earlier, all that presaged something much more he felt sure.

Meanwhile, Mathilda refreshed herself and changed her clothes. She put on her sleek, see-through, night gown which covered almost nothing and revealed more than enough. She picked up her red thong, looked at it contemplatively, then set it aside. Her outfit had to send an unmistakable message, a clear invitation, nothing held back.

She was ready to make love. Johnny would know as soon as he saw her.

Soon she stood at Johnny's door steadying herself, gathering her nerve. Her stomach was aflutter. She had not felt so excited over a man in more than a decade, if even then. She took a deep breath then rapped lightly on his door.

His heart leapt and his nerves jittered when he heard it. He invited her to come in to him with a quivering, unsteady voice.

When she opened the door and stood there on display, he knew. Her clothes spoke clearly, as did the sultry expression on her reddened face. She was there for sex.

Johnny eyed her body as she slowly crossed the floor. He watched every movement carefully, studied her form, her curves, her undulations. He scanned her deliberately from top to bottom where his eyes fixed briefly on the inviting triangle of reddish-brown thatch that graced her uncovered mons. Now he knew.

She stared at his eyes and relished his rapt attention. When she saw his eyes focus on her untrimmed pubis, she felt a flood rushing down her vaginal canal, her body preparing itself to receive him.

Without a word, her smoldering gaze telling all he needed to know, she sat on the side of his bed and leaned toward him, her left palm on the mattress near his thigh. He eyed her breasts and stomach so clearly visible through the gauzy fabric of her nightgown. She let him admire her and let herself enjoy his unwavering attention.

Johnny's mind now raced with ideas about what might happen. Would she touch him? Would she put her hands on him? Would she drop her head down and pleasure him with her sweet mouth?

Whatever she wanted was all right with him. She was in charge. She was the one who knew what to do and how. He would leave it to her.

Finally, she spoke softly, "Johnny- Um, John?"

"Yes."

"You know I love you more than anything."

"Yes."

"You know that I want only what is best for you, don't you?"

"Yes."

She let her eyes drop demurely and put the urgent question, "Do you want me to be here now?" She did not want to challenge him. She wanted to be freely invited. She wanted him to want her there, as she was, ready for him.

She looked back up into his eyes, gauging his thoughts as best she could, making sure that she was not pushing him too hard, then she added, "Do you want me here like this?" She gestured with her hands sweeping down across her abdomen calling his attention back to her gorgeous body.

Johnny's eyes followed her gesture, affirming to himself how very much he did want her there, in his room, like that. Johnny swallowed, trying to maintain his composure, and then replied with a raspy voice, "Yes, Mom. Yes, I do."

She smiled happily. This was going as well as she could have hoped. So, she pushed further. "Show me," she said, eyeing the bedcovers that still concealed his lower body.

It was his turn to expose himself, to show her what he had to offer. Mathilda had not seen her son completely naked since he was a child. She was anxious now to see his manly form--all of it.

Even as he slipped his thumbs beneath the folds of his bedcovers and began to push them down, she felt another surging flood in her vagina and gasped aloud at the pleasures of the moment, the intense excitement of mutual discovery, the now inevitable slide into incest.

Her eyes fixed on his fingers, willing him to unwrap himself like a present for his eager mama. Johnny recognized the fascination his lean, young body held for her. The idea of making someone so mature and experienced excited to see him nude, knowing that she wanted him as much as he wanted her, all that helped him mount his courage.

Johnny took a deep breath and shoved the bedcovers down to his knees. His erection wobbled over his lower abdomen, rigid, reddened, ready. Mathilda's mouth began to water with lust as she stared at the viscous fluids oozing out of him. She was so fixated, she did not even notice her own tongue sweeping lewdly across her lips.

She recognized that beautiful penis. He looked exactly like his father. She uttered a little moan of excited anticipation mixed with echoes of her lingering grief. She felt as if she was about to be relieved of the greatest burden she had ever known even as a new world of exciting possibilities emerged from the murk of her long suffering.

She closed her eyes and let herself feel her emotions, then arranged them in their proper order: her grief pushed to the back and her newfound romantic joy before her, awaiting her next move.

She opened her eyes and gazed down at her naked son, his muscular chest, his sculpted abdomen, firm and hard as his erect and expectant penis quivered there, ready for her. She considered whether to drop her head and engulf his hot, pulsing cock with her mouth, but she did not want to move too quickly. She wanted to linger over this long-sought pleasure, this exquisitely intense moment of sexual exploration, this new beginning.

She looked into her novice lover's eyes and saw burning desire there. Mother and son were in sync, each of them having come this far and now prepared, even urgent, to consummate their love.

Johnny could hardly wait, but he knew that he must, that he had to let experience lead the way, let her show him how to make love to her, how to satisfy her. He willed himself to be patient and gave himself over to her charge.

She sensed his urgency. His flushed face and fiery eyes told her all she needed to know about his raging desires. She would pour fuel on his desires until he exploded in release and flooded her vaginal canal with his seed.

She was careful not to move too quickly, not to let the urgency that she felt take charge of this exquisite moment of mutual discovery. She sat up straight, crossed her hands in front of her waist, grasped the bottom of her negligee with her fingers and slowly pulled it up over her head. She tossed the garment aside, shook her head to let her hair fall freely about her face, then looked into his eyes, hoping to see that he liked her nakedness.

His eyes roved over her with delight. Finally, he could see her body unobscured entirely. He admired her every curve, every fold in her skin, every little blemish. Her nipples, engorged, and hard, captivated him. He licked his lips as he gazed at them. He wanted to bend toward her and suckle at her pretty breasts, but he still preferred to let her lead, so he restrained himself.

Once his eyes returned to hers and she saw the delighted sparkle her sweet body had instilled in them, she smiled gratefully. Then, without a further word, she reached out and wrapped the long, slender fingers of her left hand around his shaft as gently as she could manage, barely touching his tender, sensitive skin. Johnny gasped at her soft touch and clenched his eyes shut, struggling to maintain control of himself, struggling not to ruin the whole thing with an abrupt orgasm.

She might actually have loved that. She might have loved feeling his cock pulse in her palm, feeling the contractions of his orgasm, feeling his creamy ejaculations spurting out, oozing warmly over her delicate hand.

But that would be too soon. That is not what either of them wanted. They both understood that she needed to savor this magical moment, to live it out fully.

Johnny bit his lip and kept his composure. His pretty mother caressed his erection tenderly and gazed lovingly into his eyes, fixing his attention, distracting him from the feeling of her touch, diverting his thoughts away from purely physical sensations to the awesomeness of their flowering love.

Sensing that he had thwarted a premature orgasm, that he was back in control for the moment at least, she raked her thumb across the head of his engorged cock and spread his precum down to the shaft which she then stroked with excruciatingly slow movement down to the base. Johnny scrunched his eyes and concentrated all his will on not cumming.

Mathilda giggled at his efforts, then reminded him, "We have all night, John. We have all the time in the world."

Her words strengthened him. If he ejaculated too soon, they could still make love later. He relaxed a little.

Johnny also realized that she was going slow for a reason. He could see how deeply she cherished this new beginning for them, that she wanted this time of exquisite discovery to last, to build slowly to the most satisfying orgasms for both of them.

Her hand rested at the base of his cock for a moment, and then she squeezed it firmly even as she lay down alongside him, her left leg sliding up over his, her bare breasts smashing into his shoulder and chest, her face inches from his. He could feel the warmth of her minty sweet breath against his cheek. He turned his head slightly toward her and they locked eyes briefly as she moved her face toward his and pressed their lips together.

They kissed tenderly, not rushing. She opened her mouth slightly, and the tip of her tongue traced across his parting lips. Johnny gasped and opened his mouth, and Mathilda gently pushed her tongue inside, still not rushing, still letting the encounter unfold slowly.

Johnny had no experience with such things. He was unsure what to do. Mathilda sensed it and withdrew just enough to look into his eyes again. "I love you, sweety," she said softly. "Let me teach you how to make love," she said as she leaned in for another kiss.

This time she held back perceptibly, and Johnny quickly realized that she was waiting for him. He parted his lips and pressed his tongue into her mouth. She closed her lips around his tongue, flicked her own tongue against it, then breathed into his mouth, "That's right, baby. That's the way."

Encouraged, Johnny let his mind go free, reacted as his feelings compelled him. What he felt was a desire to grope her, to feel her naked body, its curves, its heat. He slid his left hand up across her right thigh then up to her bare ass. He caressed her butt and let his hand feel its exquisite curvature, and his fingers strayed down between her cheeks, exploring her intimately. He felt a slight tickle of wispy hair against his fingertips.

Mathilda responded to his explorations by moving her body directly atop his then parting her legs and pressing her mons against his erection. She rocked her hips gently, savoring the feel of his hardness against her swollen clitoris.

Johnny began to make excited grunting sounds, and she knew that he was struggling to control himself. She bit his tongue.

"Ouch!" he exclaimed in surprise, then he realized that she had saved him from himself and he chuckled. "Thanks," he said. "I nearly blew it."

"No problem," she giggled, thinking that she would not mind feeling him blow himself against her, soaking her pubis with his luscious cream.

Still, she gave him a moment to collect himself further, then carefully pushed on, raising herself up on her hands which were now set on either side of his shoulders. She looked down into his eyes and said, "It's time."

With that, she grasped his shoulders in her hands and started to roll over onto her back. Intuitively, Johnny responded by rolling himself up on top of her. They were briefly tangled in the bed sheets and had to pause to push the obstructing covers out of the way, then she parted her legs, bent her knees up and out, and pulled him to her.

His hardness pressed against her exposed vulva, and they both adjusted instinctively until his shaft found its way between her juicy labia, the lovers' genitals now utterly slick with their excretions. She rocked her hips just a little and the head of his cock found her vaginal opening, then she grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled.

As she felt him enter and then fill her, she nearly cried with joy. He was her man and they were making love for the very first time. She gasped from the thrill of it and then smashed her mouth against his, shoving her tongue in violently. They both groaned in ecstasy.

Mathilda then began to move her hips, firmly but gently, up against him, gyrating sensually, giving him the exquisite sensations of her feminine musculature engulfing and caressing his now ravenous manhood. She thrust harder with each rock of her hips until soon she was banging him violently, squealing aloud, and then he lost control and roared in conquest as he shot his load forcefully into her.

When Mathilda heard his guttural, orgasmic moans, she hugged him tightly, held him as closely to her as she could, relaxed her own motions to a slow, satisfied grind, and savored the feel of his pulsing organ as it poured new life into her. She did not cum, but she was deeply satisfied.

She simply held him tight against herself as he slowly calmed down, his erection remaining firm, still fulfilling her for several sweet, gratifying minutes. She stroked his hair with her right hand and cooed into his ear, "I love you so much, John. Oh, my darling John."

After an unknown, sweet time lying atop her, panting, Johnny finally eased his limpening penis out of her and rolled off her onto his back. They lay there, side-by-side relishing their experience, their shared passion and the glorious triumph of their love over their erstwhile inhibitions.

You might think that Mathilda was thinking of John, but that was true only in the sense that Johnny had resurrected his father into their lives. Johnny had fully become the man of the house, head of the household, a partner to his mother in all fullness.

They made love once more that night, and Johnny proudly gave her the orgasm she had so long craved, but that's another chapter and will remain undetailed here. Then they slept together peacefully all night.

Their long, winding, uncertain journey had ended. A new one was beginning.