Mom's Slippery Slope

Again, Johnny remained in his mother's bed that night. Both took some time going to sleep, thinking about what might happen next Wednesday. Rita contemplated if she would lose control finally, or if she already had and only the premature ejaculation had aborted their incestuous coupling. Johnny was pondering if they had gone this far tonight whether his mom might be coaxed to be naked next time. He was looking forward to having her bush tickle his balls. He vowed to make next time last longer.

How the next six days dragged. She would not risk fooling around on her husband especially when he was in the house. Therefore, the stolen kisses and copping a feel and the crotch jamming hugs were only delicious appetizers for an evening of erotic delving. They dreamed and fantasized as they masturbated though the week, priming their minds to the ultimate act of incest for when Greg would be in the city overnight, on Wednesday. Wednesday, the one evening they had to themselves, alone together, in bed, doing very naughty things with each other; where would it end they both wondered.

Quite to the surprise and delight of the little family the answer to that question was delayed and Rita was laid that Wednesday, but not by Johnny. In the morning, Greg had a call. He reported to his loving sexy wife that the usual trip into town had been cancelled that week and that after a short day at the office he would be home early and making the most of the opportunity with his patient spouse. It would be a romantic dinner at a fancy restaurant, some dancing at a club then home for "guesses what?" as Greg put it.

Johnny would be granted the choice of rented videos to keep him occupied downstairs while his parents were upstairs getting their jollies. Rita was thrilled at the prospect of a romantic evening with her husband and at the thought of a night of uninhibited sex with her handsome hubby. Yet, still, being aware that it was a Wednesday, and that Johnny no doubt had some kind of expectations for the evening of an intimate nature also. She wanted to not have her sweet boy let down too hard - hard being the operative word - if she knew him, and she did know her son!

She was sure that she could make it up to him in a way that would include him in the evening's ecstasies. With no uncertain terms, though in less than specific details, Rita indicated to Johnny his parent's agenda for the evening. She also hinted that by a happy coincidence the door to the master bedroom would be partly open an inch or so, after they retired and that peeking on his parents would be possible. The show would be grand, the sex on display of a heroic level, an erotic episode of epic proportions, uninhibited lovemaking on exhibition: so she had promised.

They both hoped so. That it would be a fuck to remember, that Johnny would get a better show than any tape could offer - including the ones in the adult section!! And indeed, a hot time in the old homestead was had by all. For this voyeuristic experience, Johnny needed no binoculars. His mom left the door just a crack ajar, but fortified by the wine with the meal and the focused on the sight of his naked wife, his dad never even thought about the privacy of their intimacy. Secure in his belief that a science fiction thriller held his son enthralled in the basement recreation room with the huge TV, he never suspected that the real show was being observed in their own bedroom.

First, with Rita on her back, Greg ate his wife to several orgasms, until she begged for him to put it in. Which he did to the wide-eyed, bug-eyed, pop-eyed naked son who had opened the crack to three inches to better see the action. The hall was dark and the bedroom dimly lit so unless one looked directly at the door it was not obvious that they were being spied upon. With her legs up and pointed in his direction, Rita gave her boy a direct view of her pussy being ravaged by his father's member. The angle was perfect to see the penetration and all the wet consequences that sex has in the climax of the act.

The second and third positions of intercourse, first mom on top then 'doggie' style was instructive to say the least. The one who came most was Rita, followed by Johnny, then last Greg; but oh! what a hot and horny night was has by all. Greg noticed that Rita was especially turned on that evening and attributed it to the romantic atmosphere, the sudden change of routine and the restaurant and wine as having provided her stimulation.

Rita was happy to be royally fucked by her lover, but her hubby's ardor was equaled by her own heat, knowing that their adolescent son was participating in the erotic night. Johnny was in seventh heaven seeing his mom providing a full view of herself, seeing in live action everything he fantasized about doing to her. Even if he might never be granted the permission to do that which his father had the rights to; by the very nature of his dad being both sweetheart and spouse of his mom's heart for nearly all of her life in one fashion or another; still Johnny could fantasize about those images for the rest of his life.

Yet, even if he could not compete with the emotional claims or the physical development of a full-grown male rutting bull human man, a specimen in excellent condition as was obvious that night. Still, he hoped the special place his mom held for him in her heart might grant him a visit to slip his hard-on into her hot hole. After all, she had allowed him to see everything about sex and it must have pleased her to share that intimacy for a purpose. Could it not be in preparation for their own impending intimacy? Or was now the schedule switch a permanent one and no longer would there be Wednesday evenings of mother / son adventures of sexual exploration to be expected?

Of course, that randy display was not to be replayed the next week, when once again Greg's job returned to the same old grind and his Wednesday went back to him being away in the Windy City. Twilight approached and the anticipation of both mother and son were taunt with tension, wrought with vigorous emotions and rigorous erectile tissues! The raunchy session had renewed Rita's sense of fidelity to her spouse and the exhibit of parental passion had further inspired the desires of Johnny for his mommy. Yet, both were highly aware of the potential of another of their surreptitious liaisons. Both, both of them wanting to have it happen and each anxious of the outcome, and the consequences being both terra infirma for Rita and terra incognita for her son. Shaky ground and unknown territory for the two respectively.

But, sure as the sunset, certain as the dark came every eve, so too persistently did Johnny knock at his mother's door the next Wednesday night. He wore just loose pajama bottoms, a signal of his uncertainty. Rita had no doubt they would have their rendezvous, but had prepped herself with the protection of a nightgown, though gossamer and short and protecting nearly nothing. Johnny crawled into bed with his mom but lay next to her, and at first just began with kissing. She responded with her tongue in the French fashion and they made out for long minutes. He groped her breasts; she fondled his cock as they caressed each other eagerly.

Finally, Johnny moved half on her and nibbled, first from Rita's face down her neck, then to the collarbone and lower to the pout of where his mom's mammaries began. Allowing her son the liberty to lick her tempting ta-tas, she loosed the thin strap that held one side of the gauzy nightie so as to expose the full delicious breast that was the intended target of her son's administrations. With the round, brown point of the puffy peak exposed, Johnny's mouth made for the center of attention. Soon he was sucking on what once had nursed him. Heaven gave tits a pleasure in milking and even in the dry periods the action makes women happy.

If that didn't juice Rita up, then feeling the rigid rod, her son sported was as much a turn on as his mouth on her nipple. She nudged his hips with her thigh and cradled him between the lovely lower limbs and at the center of her lascivious libido's love nest. That the gown had gotten shifted as high as her navel made no never mind, when she felt the hard hotdog of Johnny's penis prodding the precincts of her pussy. No barrier remained save her vow of marital virtue, Rita's mental reservation of their ultimate connection. The thin veil of matrimonial fidelity was all that stood between her and depravity, debauchery, and the deflowering of her child by planting his stalk in her Garden of Eden, indeed, paradise for both!

Now that thing of flesh and engorged blood plowed in her furrow, seeking to put the seed of sin in fertile female earth-mother ground. The stroking of Johnny's wand went up and down in the slick groove of seduction. The plum head went from silky field of pubic fur to the spot that his father had so awesomely delved in last Wednesday night. Rita moved her hips in a dance of dangerous rolling rutting. Not allowing the angle of attack to be aimed at just the right spot, frustrating them both in the deviation of lust's desire that lured them on closer to the lurid goal which their libidos would have loved to gain.

Johnny knew he was close to catching the contact that would send his dick sliding into the slathery cleft his mother had so lewdly displayed last week with her legs splayed to show no holes barred. His mouth worked both sides of the chest, first the breast left, then the right one next and returning to the other when sensitivity bordered on pain rather than pleasure. Rita was losing her focus, her moral compass and her resolve to be in control of both her and Johnny, their boundaries, their actions and their union. Rather that there was not to be any union, uniting, nor entry no matter how horny they both got.

She realized that the only way to turn aside the assault of her kid's battering ram, (ram bam - thank you ma'am) and preventing penetration by Johnny's poking penis was to bring him to a swift climax. She reached down and using her middle finger used an old trick her mother had actually taught her when she was a new bride. "Tickle his hinny hole, stick a finger in and wiggle it if hubby needs help to get off!" Her mom had confided. Rita found that it did work if the timing was right, at least with Greg.

Now, 'like father - like son' the unexpected sensation of his mom's digit in his asshole proved too erotic a sensation to resist. Johnny giggled, but he wriggled his erection in her special spot and though he was only in the entrance to his mom's hole'ly sanctuary left his offering of ointment just outside the temple of inner piece, on the steps of the palace of pleasure his love was spilled. But a huge dollop of cream it was. Rita loved the feeling of semen gushing within the walls of her vagina, the sensation of the pulsing, throbbing male member extruding its hot liquid geyser of goo deep in her tummy, at the portal of her gulping womb.

However, Johnny's hose has flooded only the mouth of her womb's well, a sweet spot true, but not the one both longed for. Yet she was satisfied that she had done her duty to not give into the gravest of indiscretions with her son and to not sully her marriage bed with sin, though it was certainly much soiled with the evidence of her sexual injudiciousness as the juices of their transgressions soaked the sheets. Rita hoped that she could contain their passions, so to remain the faithful spouse, but she also wondered if the ablutions of her son's instrument might finally put out the building fire of desire she which she felt. A longing that could barely be contained within her wet yonni that was yearning for Johnny's joint.

That lust had to simmer for another week, the hot desire stewed until the next Wednesday, when wet and wanton Rita waited until the evening came which meant they would come together to cum together. This night she did not wait nor hesitate, after Johnny went to his room she quickly retired to hers. She stripped and then boldly and brazenly and naked crossed the hall, and also the threshold of the last of any propriety by entering her son's bedroom naked, wearing only a smile.

Johnny with pajamas bottoms in hand and still clad in his jockey shorts was delighted at the intrusion of his fully nude mom. He flung the jimmies and drop his drawers his well-hung hunk already at half-mast. In no time, at the sight of his mother's unclothed body, he sprouted a proud lance of love. "I thought maybe we could cuddle tonight in your bed . . ." the luscious lewd lady suggested. Johnny grinned and hopped into his twin bed and patted the mattress next to him inviting her to share the narrow pallet.

Rita lay next to her boy and began to kiss him while she stroked the man size stalk he was nudging her tummy with. Johnny similarly reach for his mommy's neither parts and found her damp already, slippery with the dew of desire and felt her erect nipples prodding his chest. He adored the hard tips leading the cushions of her breasts pressing against his pects while their lips were going at it with tongues, their moans and gasps saying more than words ever could.

At last, his mom broke the intense necking and spoke in her most serious tones. "Johnny, whatever we do tonight, promise me you won't go all the way and put it in me. I can't let you fuck me. You're still my son and while this is great fun for both of us, we just must not go all the way, that wouldn't be right. We are being naughty enough as it is, but that would way too much. Promise you're not going to try to make love to mommy."

Johnny was disappointed that his mom still wanted to hold back from the very thing he knew they both deep down wanted, but he didn't want to jinx his good fortune of getting their weekly session of cuddles and cums. He still held out hope that she might give in, but knew that any inkling of disobedience or iota of force would put her off and spoil the mood; thus derailing the track they were on to making progress toward that tunnel of love his engine hoped to enter and blow his whistle in!

"Mom," Johnny answered with his most sincere tone, "I won't do anything you don't want to do, I promise, on my honor!" Rita smiled at her little man, seeing that he would be a responsible lover. "Can we ..." Johnny continued tentatively, "get like we were last time, with me in the valley of your vagina with my penis? I really like that position; it was almost like we were doing it. Did you like that?"

Rita gave a light laugh and simply nodded; then they both skooched and squirmed to get so that once again Johnny's log lay in the groove of his mom's ravishing ravine of sex, her chasm of chastity, not at all chaste, as her son chased his orgasm in the heavenly hollow between her legs. The heat from his 'hunk of burning love' was enflaming her desires as it rocked up and down with wiggles to tickle her clit and his balls banging so sweetly, drumming against her crotch. Little by little it slithered a tiny bit lower, even as the pike thrust upwards as well; dipping down to sip at the cup where her nectar gathered, the flower of her femininity, the nether lips that guarded Rita's source of love lubricant.

This spring of mother's sex oil was flowing generously, so that the entire region was smeared as if with cocoa butter. And Johnny was sliding down his mother's slippery slope right into the entrance to her boiling caldron of passion. The sensual sawing of Johnny's sausage, slippery with the condiment of Rita's sex sauce, was beginning to ignite a fire in her loins. The nudging of his tip as it dipped into her nether lips and then raked high to hit her clit was sweet torture, but she knew she couldn't give in to the terrible temptation to have sex with her son.

Johnny was glorying in the hot action that was happening between his mom's legs. Her thighs were raised and the plane of her pussy was angled so that he rode from the heart of her opening to the middle of her tickly bush. His loaded balls banged Rita's soft buns and his dick head was directly rubbing the nub of her pleasure button as his motion went to and fro. He started to roll his hip just a little as he pulled back, causing the bloated knob of his instrument to sink a tad deeper as it centered at the gate of paradise.

At first the increments were so miniscule that Rita didn't notice. But finally, Johnny got in deep enough that his penis popped its head in her vagina. In a heroic move, Johnny withdrew the fat sausage from out of the pot it was boiling in. He then pushed his cock forward and it plopped down on her mons with a smack.

Rita put her hands on Johnny's hips to try to gain some control of the momentum, which for the moment was much too precarious and unpredictable. Johnny countered with a full on French kiss as his chest went nipple to nipple with her breasts and their tongues played tag back and forth in each other's mouth. His muscles in the butt and back tensed to continue the attack of his dick, to insure that his hard-on's headway was not stymied in its rutting in his mom's groove. The last thing he wanted now was to be derailed when he was on the track to his mommy's love tunnel. He thrust and slipped the ruddy tip in again, then withdrew.

"Darling!" Rita was almost out of breath from passion and the intense kissing. "Please don't get any deeper, it's too dangerous, you promised not to go in!"

"Isn't it good like this mom?" Johnny asked.

"God! Yes, Honey, I almost could let it happen, but we mustn't. We mustn't!!"

"Will you cum like this mommy? I want you to cum for me!"

"Oh, Baby, yes! Lets cum now before we go too far . . . cum on mommy sweetie, give me all your cum on my tummy!"

Rita let herself go over the edge and as her son's cock ran the length of her split, from anus up to clit back and forth several times, her first cum fluttered in her interior. As the spasm peaked her hands on her son's hips now clutched his buttocks and pulled him to her in an instinctual reaction. The timing could not have been better for Johnny as at that instant the very point of his prick was placed at the aperture of his mother's sex. Her clasp on his ass forced him into the swamp of her vagina and his knob went in, the full head enveloped by the labia, enclosed in the sweet heat of her body.

Johnny's testicles erupted in a torrent of white cream. His hips bucked sending the shaft of flesh further into the place he had come from as his cum frothed with the churning of his mother's emulsions she emitted as well. Rita knew that she had caused her son to cross over the line without breaking his promise. But the emotions of the moment as her love for him overpowered her good intentions and the physical stimulation of his ejaculation within her cunt, even if part way in, overwhelmed her and she climaxed again. Her thrusting hips driving her son's throbbing erection yet deeper into her hole.

Now they lay gasping for air as the aftermath of their unplanned union subsided. "Oh! Johnny, what have we done? It was all my fault I should not have let us get into such a situation. But it can't ever happen again we must not allow this to be repeated." She wiped the sweat from her son's dripping brow and kissed him gentle on the lips. But her son's sex was still half inside her as deep as it had gone when he had shot his jism. Like the youth he was, his virility was rapidly recuperating and the stiffness returned. His mother could feel the growth of his stalk in her pliant pussy.

"Mom, since we did it part way, can I just put in all the way once to feel what it's like?" She was moving her head back and forth in the 'no' gesture but was silent. Johnny continued his argument. "I didn't mean to go in you, but if we can never do it again, at least let me see what it's like to be in you completely. Just this once. You'll like it too, I won't cum in you again, just put it all the way up so that we can know what it means to be united physically as mother and son. Then I'll pull out and never enter you again, if that's what you want. Please mom, please. "