A Taste of Incest - Pumpkin & Candy

She sighed and sloped back. She did not notice her braless breasts pressing forward through her BAD FROG DAY tee. She did not notice that Ryan noticed her stiff nipples. She did not notice his sharp, shallow inhalation.

Nadine spoke quietly behind closed eyes. "Thanks for being here, Ryan. Since your father left, it's been so... I mean, I've been so..." She sighed again and squeezed his waist tighter.

He squeezed back and patted her shoulder. "Yeah, it sucks. Just by yourself..."

Nadine turned her flushed face into her son's. "Why did he leave? He said nothing, just goodbye. What's wrong with me? What did I do wrong? I've been asking myself over and over, and I just don't know..."

"Shhh," Ryan whispered, snuggling her closer and kissing her cheek. "There's nothing wrong with you, Mom. Dad left because of his problems, not yours. He's been going back to Japan for years. He finally stayed. That's on him, not you."

"No no no, something's wrong, but what?" Nadine was almost crying. "Am I too old, too broken down? Do I look like an old woman? Do I?"

She pushed herself off the couch and stood before her son. "Look at me, Ryan. I know I'm not as pretty as your girls at school, but I'm not so bad, am I?" She laced her fingers behind her head and pushed out her chest. "I'm not sagging, am I? Am I?" She pulled the tee off over head. "Do I look old?"

Ryan's sharp inhalation was neither shallow nor quiet. "Damn, Mom, you look great! No, you don't sag! You're beautiful! Really sexy!"

And she was. She hit the local gym at least three times a week and stayed very trim and taut. If anything, she was in better shape now than when Ryan was born, half her lifetime ago, and she was definitely more curvaceous now. Nadine was at her mature physical peak, with a body like a stretched hourglass, firm and fine.

"You really think I'm sexy? Let me find out."

She leaned forward so her bouncy boobs levitated directly in her son's face. She reached between his legs; her hand squeezed his stiffening cock. "Yeah, you're reacting. My own son wants me. And nobody else does." She pushed her right breast against his mouth. "You want this, right? Tell me you want this!"

Ryan was drunk, but he could tell his mother was even more pickled, and distraught. He kissed her nipple and gently pulled her to him so she was nestled in his arms. She sobbed softly.

"Mom, calm down Mom, it's okay. Look, it's late, and we're fucked up, we need to get some sleep, right? C'mon Mom, let's get you to bed."

Nadine was nearly unconscious by now. Ryan picked her up and carried her to the master bedroom. He gently deposited her on the king bed.

Ryan could not help looking at his mother's sweet body. Beautiful legs emerging from shorts draped over her wide hips. A cute inny-navel centered in her flat belly above a narrow waist. And gorgeous musk-melon breasts -- even in the near-darkness, he saw the wide pink areolas topped with little strawberry nipples. He licked his lips and signed. Oh, Mom...

Ryan gently spread bed-coverings over Nadine and quietly closed her bedroom door. He straightened-up the living room -- a brief task. A batch of candy-corn vodka punch remained. He poured a large cup and crawled naked into his own bed. He fell asleep before his hand could work his cock to completion.

Truth: One does not buy consumable liquids but only rents them. Another truth: Humans are merely liquids' means of being transported from place to place.

Ryan soon had to transport his liquid capacity from his bladder to a convenient recepticle. He staggered into the bathroom. Damn, I'm groady, his foggy brain realized. He stepped into the shower and pissed on his feet as the warm flow revived him. Ahhh...

Cleaned and dried and still naked, he felt refreshed but not awakened. He staggered back down the hall and peered into his mother's room. Still asleep. Damn, she looked so sweet. Ryan dropped his towel and curled up on the bed beside his mother, atop the covers she lay under. He was quickly asleep again.

Ryan was having the most wonderful dream. A wet dream. A very wet dream. His cock was enveloped in wet warmth, a soft cave with lips and a tongue massaging his dickhead, supple fingers stroking his shaft, another hand cradling his balls, oh, so good... ah.

He awakened enough to move his hands from his sides and tweak his nipples. Oh fuck, yes, YES...

Ryan came copiously. The moist meaty cave absorbed his incandescent spurts, three, five, forever... All of Ryan drained away, leaving him a dry husk of a human.

What a dream, Ryan thought. He opened his eyes -- and saw his mother's blue eyes looking back at his Eurasian face.

"Don't hate me, Ryan," Nadine whispered. "I had to, I just had to. I know you're not Hideo, no, but you're so much like him, only better, much better, not just physically, but as a human being, a caring person, oh Ryan, if only you weren't..."

She closed her mouth on his cock again. He felt her warm tears flow into his pubic hair. His penis stiffened involuntarily. Oh fuck, he thought, are we really doing this?

Yes, they were. Nadine moved atop her son and straddled his hips.

"I need this, Ryan. Believe me. Please believe me. It's been so long, and you're such a..." She sobbed softly, then pulled herself together, and looked her son directly in the eyes.

"You won't hate me, will you?"

"No, Mom," Ryan gasped, "I could never hate you. I love you so much, Mom."

Nadine reached down to aim her son's cock into her.

"And I love you, son." She lowered herself and groaned. "Oh fuck, oh fuck..."

Ryan raised his hips to meet her slow thrusts. She leaned forward and dangled her breasts before his face again. He took the bait, and suckled, as he had in infancy, from these very breasts. His cock slid in and out of the very vagina that delivered him to this world. He was alive only because of the living woman who rode him, so slowly at first, then faster, and frantically, ecstatically, desperately.

Nadine's first orgasm washed over her like the ninth wave in a stormy surf-set. Her all-enveloping climax poured through her entire mortal being. "Oh fuck, oh, oh, OH FUCKKKK!!" she screamed into the night.

Ryan's hands had been on her breasts. As she came, his grip moved down to her hips, holding her in place. He pounded his own groin up into hers, driving in deeper, harder. Her orgasm soared. She cried out again, and collapsed on her son, sobbing.

His animal instincts took command. Still stiff and deeply embedded in his mother's pussy, he rolled over, putting her beneath him. She wrapped her legs around him.

"Yes," she murmured, "oh yes, oh yes..."

Ryan was only eighteen but was freshly drained. This erection lasted a long, long time. He fucked his mother for a long, long time. She came again -- how many times? He pounded into her -- how many hours? He suckled her breasts and her tongue -- how great an eternity?

And he came again, another mighty flood, hot and near-endless, coating his mother's womb with his vital essence. Was she fertile? Would new life form between them? That did not matter now. Only the endless moment mattered. Only the flesh and spirit and love...

They rolled onto their sides. Ryan remained embedded inside Nadine. She twined her legs around his waist. In this position, he was able to hold her breasts, kiss her breasts, kiss her neck and face, while she ran her hands over his chest and back and shoulders and throat. Her voice came in satisfied gasps.

"Oh Ryan, oh son, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, but you don't know..."

He raised fingers to her lips to shush her.

"Don't worry, don't apologize, we're okay, you're just fine, everything is okay..."

He felt her body tighten, then relax.

"I just made a decision," she whispered in his ear. "You're right. We're okay. I'm okay. I am not broken. I am not a failure. Your father was... wrong, and I won't let him break me." She squeezed him. "I am okay, but not here, not now. I will leave, for now, anyway. Will you mind too much if your old mother moves north so she can be near you when you're in school."

Ryan was surprised by the question. "Uhh, what did you have in mind?"

"Oh, don't worry, I won't interfere with your studies or student life, or your love life," she reassured him. "I won't hover. But I have no reason to stay here. And we can be there for each other." She kissed his cheek.

"Wait." She pulled away from him and sat up. He rose with her and straightened, sitting cross-legged. She shifted into his lap with her legs around him. Her breasts pressed into his chest; her arms encircled his shoulders. She kissed him deeply and looked into his eyes. "We'll talk more in a little. Right now, I need you again." She fisted his hard-again cock and directed him inside her. His bare head slipped past her still-engorged labia and sheathed within her. "Ah, yes, yes..."

They sat together silently, unmoving except to share breaths.

They were still in that position when dawn crept past the curtains and kissed them with the new day's promise. The Day of All Souls. The first day of November. The first day of the rest of their lives. A day to welcome with another drink of candy-corn vodka. Ain't it funny, what candy-corn can do?

Author's note: These HALLOWEEN STORY CONTEST vignettes by Hypoxia are copyright (c) 2014 and likely have no redeeming literary or social value. My immense thanks to stlgoddessfreya for suggesting the storyline in CANDY CORN, and to sirhugs for suggesting CANDY KISSES. (Alas, PUMPKIN is entirely my own fault.) Keep a watch for more standalone A TASTE OF INCEST pieces -- some adapted, some new, none depending on their predecessors -- but go ahead, read them all anyway. If you like these, VOTE!

And don't miss THE BOOK OF RUTH and the BLACK & WHITE stories. (Yes, I'll finish them eventually.)