Incest on Valentine's DaybyHeyAll©
She suddenly spit took my erection out of her mouth and asked, "Do you like it so far?"
"I love it. God, this feels so good mom. Don't stop."
After a few minutes of continuing her oral pleasure, she took my cock out of her mouth, leaving a trail of her saliva between me and her lips, and she started to stroke me with the tight grip of her hand. She went back and forth between flickering her tongue across the head of my manhood and my shaft. And she did it in a way that I had never felt before, or even seen in any adult movie.
"I'm about to cum," I warned her.
She took the tip of my throbbing cock back inside of her mouth and kept stroking me with her hand. It didn't take long for me to orgasm. And to my delight- and surprise- she consumed every single drop of cum that erupted out of my cock using her tight suction and eager tongue. She didn't stop until I became completely flaccid and my climax passed its peak.
When it was over, she sat up on the bed and licked her lips clean.
"So how did I do?" she asked as she wiped the remaining cum from her chin with the back of her hand.
"You did amazing. I've never felt anything like that before."
"Thanks. It's been a while since I've, you know, done that to a guy. So I'm glad I've still got it in that department," she said proudly.
She got out of bed and began putting her pajama top back on. I on the other hand, was still laying in bed, relishing in what she had just done for me. She smiled at me the entire time she was buttoning up her top and gave me a playful slap on the leg.
"Oh snap out of it," she said jokingly. "You're acting like this is the first blowjob you've ever gotten in your life."
I got up and gave my mom a big hug along with kisses on her check, not caring that my wet penis was staining her pajamas.
"Of course it wasn't, but it was my first time getting one from you. And I can't let you leave without returning the favor," I said as we hugged.
"That's really not necessary. I got what I wanted out of this, and you obviously did to. So we should just call it night. We'll discuss this tomorrow morning."
With that said, she walked out of my room with more confidence and authority than when she walked in, and she closed the door behind her.
***I WANT THIS TO BE SPECIAL***
I headed down the stairs early the next morning to the sight of my mother gazing through the kitchen window with a cup of coffee in hand. She was dressed for work, prime & proper as always in her expensive attire. Her top consisted of a thick buttoned up business jacket. And her lower half consisted of a knee-length skirt, which showed off her hips and things, along with a pair of dark colored stockings around her calves and feet. It briefly crossed my mind that just a few days ago, I wouldn't have even noticed her in that way.
She looked irresistible to me, and as soon as I got behind her, I greeted her with a big hug by wrapping my arms around her waist, and I kissed her exposed neck.
My mom had no reaction to me touching her and kept her gaze a few houses down the street towards her neighborhood friend, who was headed off to work.
"I wonder what she would think about me if she knew that I had committed incest with my own son. That's what I've been thinking about all night and all morning; wondering what my friends and family would think if they ever found out about what we did. I know that I would be the laughing stalk around work, amongst my friends, and to everyone..."
"That won't happen mom," I said in her ear, before kissing it. "The only thing that matters is that we make each other feel good. I know that what we did isn't exactly normal, but I can live with it."
"Maybe. Last night, I gave myself one of the most fulfilling orgasm I've had in years after being with you. I want you to know that," my mother randomly stated.
"So what happens next? With us?" I asked.
She continued to gaze outside of the window. "I don't know. I haven't decided yet. But as crazy as this sounds, I felt something with you that I don't think I've ever felt with anyone else. It felt magical with you. It felt right. I don't know if it's my maternal side that's making me feel this way, or that we just had a great time during dinner and that was the result."
"Does it even matter? I know that you have to be feeling something still, and that it wasn't just for last night."
She responded by gently grabbing my wrist that was touching her and lifted my hand off her skirt and pushed it beneath her panties. I inserted my fingers inside her vagina and could feel her wetness. The combination of me touching her and her discussing these personal matters had made her aroused.
"Are you really going to make me answer that?" she said as she turned her head to the side to give me a soft kiss on the lips.
I kissed her back and she slipped her tongue in my mouth and we continued making out for a long moment, with me continuing to rub her clit and finger her now soaking wet vagina. She broke the kiss as she released a sensual moan courtesy of my fingers.
I used my other hand to squeeze her rear end. "I can't stop thinking about what you said in the restaurant, about how you use the vibrator on yourself. And I especially can't stop thinking about what you did for me before bed. I hope you know where I'm going with this..."
"If we're going to continue this right now, I would have to call in sick for work. You're a smart young man, maybe you can give me a check-up to see if I'm okay?" my mother asked in serious manner.
"I would love to. And how would you prefer that I do that?" I asked earnestly.
She turned around so that we were now face-to-face, and she reached underneath her skirt to slide her panties down to her ankles. Each foot was lifted one at a time so that her legs were free of the undergarment. When she kicked it aside, she spread her feet apart and held her skirt up to expose her genitalia to me.
"You know what to do. Now start licking."
My heart began racing as I got down on my knees in front of my mother's bare crotch. She was smoothly shaven and I was struck by the sight of her brown labia dangling between her legs like a small ornament. But I wasn't spellbound for very long; and I leaned forward to kiss and lick her womanhood.
I eagerly returned the favor my mother gave me last night as I performed oral sex on her. And I was getting off on the fact that I could make her moan and quiver, the same way she does when she masturbates with her vibrator, just by sucking her labia and giving her engorged clitoris a real nice tongue lashing.
I continued orally pleasing her for the next few minutes the best that I could, and just when it seemed like she was on the brink of an orgasm, she signaled for me to stop and had me stand up again.
"So what's the diagnosis doctor?" she asked playfully.
I kissed her on the lips, letting her taste her own fluids. "My diagnosis is that you're an extremely aroused woman who needs to be taken care of immediately. But I don't think you needed me to tell you that."
"Let's go my bedroom," she said, accompanied with a kiss of her own. "I want this to be special."
"I have a better idea," I said. "I kind of like the idea of us doing stuff like this in the kitchen. So whatever you're interested in doing, let's do it here."
"Really? Don't you think it's a little risky for us to be doing something like this by the windows where people could see us?"
"That's the idea mom. It'll be really exciting."
"If you insist..." my mother said. "And if we get caught by one of our neighbors, I'm blaming this all on you."
She continued kissing me while reaching down to free my erection and gave it a quick rub. It wasn't as loving as it was yesterday. No. This was about gratifying her sexual desires rather than her needs. She squeezed me hard and tight in her hand while she played with it in an effort to get me as aroused as possible- for her.
The kiss abruptly ended and she let go of me to turn herself back around, putting her hands on the kitchen counter and she spread her legs apart.
"If you don't want to make love to me in my bedroom, then I want you to FUCK me- right here, right now," she said, with her voice full of lust.
I lifted her skirt to reveal my mother's shapely rear end. It looked round and firm. And her legs were spread enough so that her tiny brown anus was visible from the right angle. But that's for another time. Right now, she wanted it inside her soaking wet cunt. And by the tone in her voice, she wanted it hard.
My hands did the work they needed to do, guiding the tip of my erection to the entrance of her waiting vagina. She felt wet. She felt tight. And the more I pushed myself inside my mother's body, the more her body responded. Her arms clenched the kitchen counter with even more force. And the muscles in her thighs and waist pushed back against me so that I would go even deeper in her body.
"Just like that..." she hissed. "Go all the way in. Fuck me. I want you to fuck me."
Hearing those filthy words come out of my mother's proper mouth was like music to my ears. I grabbed the place where her hips and waist met, and held onto it tightly as I started thrusting harder. I was now fucking my mother in the kitchen of our house. I didn't care that the sun was shining through our open windows, so that anyone standing in the right place would be able to have an explicit look at incestuous mother/son sex. In fact, that was an extreme turn on for me. And judging by my mother groaning with her mouth wide open, it was a turn on for her also.
Soon, fucking my mother's vaginal canal would take it's toll on me and bring me to a powerful orgasm. Soon, for that moment in time, the woman who gave birth to me and raised me was nothing more than a warm hole for me to ejaculate in.
I'm sure my mother felt the same way as her muscles contracted and she let out a loud scream. The same glass window that allowed anyone in sight to watch us commit this unholy mother/son coupling, was now the only thing preventing our neighbors from running over to our house to see what was wrong. But of course, nothing was wrong. Me and my mother had just reached a climax so powerful, that it was a miracle that we were still able to stand.
After we both came, I rested my head against her back while my flaccid penis was still buried inside of her. Her hair felt soft against my face, and I felt her body contracting and expanding from her beating heart rate. She reached down and pulled my male organ out of her body, making a slight 'plopping' noise, and turned around so that we were face to face, and she wrapped her arms around me.
"So..." my mother houghed, still catching her breath. "How do I compare with that other 'older woman' that you were with?"
"If I didn't know any better, I would say you sound a little jealous," I replied jokingly.
"More like a little curious...."
"Well the truth is, I like you better in every way. Everything feels right with you. Not to mention that you're my favorite person in the world. And I'm not just saying that because we're naked and we just had sex, I'm saying that because I mean it."
"Can I admit something personal?" my mother asked softly.
"Of course you can."
She whispered, "I think I've fallen in love with you."