Anything For Mom

As he grew older, the ache he felt for his mother lessened not an iota. He worshipped her, even if she did bring someone else into their universe. As puberty blossomed on him, and he became aware of sex, the feelings he had for his mother took on a new urgency. At first he was ashamed of the things he felt, but he was helpless. She simply stirred those feelings in him. Once he discovered jerking off, his mother immediately became the sole object of his fantasies, and guilt was gone. He realized the rules of the world said boys weren't supposed to fuck their mothers, but he also knew it happened. He knew what incest meant, he knew sometimes, in some magical way, boys did fuck their mothers. But how did it happen?

His feelings for her were as tangled as they were sexual, much deeper than wanting to simply fuck her. The ache he felt was genuine and idealistic, wrapped up in vaguely understood concepts such as Happiness, Devotion, Love. Many of his fantasies were somewhat perverted variations of being her Knight in Shining Armor. He was perceptive enough to know that things weren't going well between his mother and the man she'd made Derek's step-father (God! How he hated that word, and the man that went with it). He wanted to be the one who could somehow rescue her, save her and regain his rightful spot as the male at the center of her world.

It didn't help that she really was good-looking, even in the eyes of his peers. More than once, friends made comments about how hot she was, only to be silenced by Derek's icy, cutting stare. He'd been so tempted on several occasions to do something that would let her know how he felt, but he never dared carry through. What stopped him was the fear of rejection. If he did something, and she stopped him, it would be even more devastating than before. The damage would be irrevocable and emasculating. So he suffered silently, hoping, dreaming, and praying.

In the last year, a subtle but perceptible change had occurred in their relationship. Derek couldn't have articulated it, but he had a vague feeling she was looking at him differently. She became more affectionate and physical, nothing so dramatic that it screamed out, but she seemed to suddenly notice that he wasn't a little boy anymore. She seemed aware of him as a genuine male presence.

When she first started talking about this vacation, Derek wasn't the least bit enthusiastic. He'd go because she wanted him to go, but the idea of 2 weeks on some island in the middle of nowhere with his step-father around and no real way to escape his presence was vaguely sickening. Then, mere hours ago, that all changed suddenly and sharply. Suddenly, it was just the two of them, and she was distressed. God! How he wanted to rescue her from her misery. Just a chance to show her how much he loved and worshipped her, a chance to show her he would treat her the way she ached and deserved to be treated.

Now, out on the deck of the ferry, she was leaning back against him, her bottom nestled snugly against his crotch. There was no way she couldn't feel his erection, yet she didn't move away. That was encouraging. He wanted to do something, kiss her neck, whisper something romantic, anything, but the old fears haunted him. Instead, he slid his hands to her hips, felt her firm curves, not really aware that it was a rather brazen move. Still, she didn't move away. Instead, she subtly pushed back, snuggling her bottom even more firmly against his erection.

Serena took a drag from her cigarette and closed her eyes. Yes, it felt very good. The fellow passengers who saw them at that moment likely saw an attractive couple in love, not giving the image a second thought. Be careful, she thought, he's just a boy and he's your son for Christ's sake. But he wants me and God help me, I want him. She knew where this was going, and if she had any desire to stop it, now was the time. She thought of that for a moment, realized it was almost inevitable. OK, she thought if it's going to happen, it's going to happen right.

She took a final drag from her cigarette and pitched it over the side. She savored the moment. She felt his erection pressing against her, his hands on her hips, strong and loving. She could hear the swishing hiss of the ocean as the boat cut through the water, and under it all, the distant but powerful and rhythmic Wheerumpphhh-humph of the engines pushing it along. It was so much like the low, powerful vibration in her loins.

She turned her face to him, almost inviting him to kiss her. She smiled and said, "I'm cold, let's go inside."

Derek sighed, reluctant to let the moment slip away. But he said, "OK." He sensed he was closer to his dream than he'd ever been, and patience was what was called for.

Once inside, she turned to him and said, "Are you hungry yet?"

"Kind of."

She opened her purse and fished out some money. "Here. Get yourself something to eat, and get me a cup of coffee. You know how I like it?"

"Uh huh, cream and sugar."

She smiled at him. "Perfect. I'll find us a table."

She found a vacant table, amused to see chains dangling from the chairs and pad-eyes in the floor. Did it get that rough on the crossing? Not today. It was foggy and still, the ocean almost glass-calm.

He came to the table carrying a hefty bacon-and-eggs breakfast and a single steaming mug of coffee on a tray. She took it, smiled at him, and said, "Thank you, honey." God! He was gorgeous! She shifted restlessly, aware that her cunt was very wet.

"So, what's this place going to be like?" Derek said casually, needing to make conversation. He was a bit surprised at how many people were on the ferry, trying to get to a place he'd never even heard of.

"I really don't know. I know it's laid back. I know they have some shops and stuff, but it's not spectacular. I hope we can do some whale watching, and maybe some hiking, but I don't know. They have a grocery store, and we have to find it and get there or we're going hungry. I want to get away from the grind. No phones or a computer, that's why I chose it. We'll just have to look and see and play it by ear."

Derek bit into a piece of bacon and paused. "I'm glad it's just you and me. I think it'll be much more fun that way."

Serena didn't say anything for a few seconds. "I think you're right," she said. "I think it's good that it worked out this way. We really need to... reconnect."

Derek took the last bite of his breakfast and paused. What to say? "Yeah," he said, looking up. "I love you, Mom. More than you know."

CHAPTER 3

CROSSING THE LINE

It had been snowballing all day, moving along with an irresistible momentum of its own. The moment she locked the cabin door and drew the shades, she knew she had crossed the line. There could be no turning back now, not without causing irreparable damage. Not that what they were about to do wasn't without its own potential for disaster. Once it was done, there could be no taking it back, but in her heat, she didn't care about consequences. It was what they both wanted. She'd made her decision.

Serena had never felt as totally sexually aroused as she felt at that moment. Her arousal engulfed her in a warm, drug-like embrace. Her loins were on fire, her pussy flushing and gushing in anticipation, her crotch so wet it was as though she'd peed herself.

Her heart thudded heavily in her chest as she went to Derek and they slid into a passionate embrace. She found his mouth with hers, kissed him deeply, slipping her tongue in his mouth as she moved against him. His moves were awkward and raw, inexperienced, uncertain, yet passionate. He slid his hands down her butt, between her legs where she was so hot and wet, touching her in places and ways she hadn't been touched in a long while. He pulled her close, grinding his pelvis against hers, his cock painfully trapped by the confines of his jeans. She held his face in her hands as she kissed him with passion. Her tongue dipped in and out, and she moaned softly, hungrily deep in her throat.

"Baby!" she half-whispered, half-spoke, holding his face in her hands and looking into his eyes. "Is this what you want?"

"Ohhhh Mom!" he groaned. "You know it is. It's what I've always wanted."

She looked at him briefly, and then kissed him again. "OK then," she panted. "Let's get naked."

For his part, Derek was operating on pure instinct. His conscious mind was overwhelmed by the flood of powerful physical and emotional sensations wracking his young body and soul. Much as he had dreamt of how this moment might go, the reality found him shaking and unable to think clearly. He had no idea what to do when she said, "Let's get naked." Should he tear her clothes off, take them off slowly; take his own clothes off, let her undress herself?

But Serena knew exactly what to do. As aroused as she was, she suddenly felt very much in control, and she liked it. She gently guided him the few steps to the small bedroom and made him sit down. Serena moved to him, tugged his shirt off, baring his sleek, smooth, muscular chest. Standing before him, she pulled her shirt up over her head and tossed it aside. She undid her bra, freeing her tender breasts. She cupped them, ran her thumbs over her nipples, sending a pleasant surging thrill through her. She moved closer, cupping and lifting her breast in offering, much as she had when he was a baby. He hesitated uncertainly, looked to her eyes. "Go ahead my love," she murmured thickly, taking his head lightly in her hands. "Suck them, just like when you were a baby." Her nipples were hard little jewels, and he found one with his lips, nuzzling in and taking her.

In his fantasies, he always new exactly what to do, but now in reality, the enormity of what was happening left him trembling and clumsy. He was operating on instinct. He gathered her nipple into his mouth, stroked his tongue over it as he suckled. Serena closed her eyes, shuddered, and let out a long, low moan. She couldn't take much more of this. Her arousal was white hot, her entire body surging with lust. She pulled her breast from his mouth, leaned over and kissed him deeply, her tongue diving in to dance with his. "Lay back on the bed," she instructed.

She slid her shorts and panties off in a single easy motion, kicking them aside. Her shaven mound and her thighs glistened with the nectar flowing from her throbbing cunt. He watched her, entranced, hardly able to move as she climbed on to the bed next to him.

She leaned over to kiss him again, and as she did, she unbuttoned his jeans. "My baby," she murmured. "My sweet baby, this is your first time, isn't it?"

Derek, panting, managed to moan, "Uh huh."

She smiled and kissed him as she opened his jeans to pull them down. "That's good," she whispered. Several thoughts suddenly surged through her mind, all jumbled together, but each one was a truth she understood with sudden clarity. She was about to take her young son's virginity, and that was a very big deal. Hot as she was, he probably wasn't going to last long enough for her to really cum, but that was perfectly OK. This one would be for him; it would be his moment, something he would never, ever forget. She also knew that if she did it right, she would own him from this moment forward. She would ever after be able to have her way with him, physically and emotionally. This realization was actually the moment the seed of what would happen later that summer suddenly germinated.

She got his shorts off and his cock suddenly burst from its confines. Serena gasped. She'd been reasonably sure that he was well-endowed, though she hadn't seen him naked in a long time. "Oh my!" she murmured, taking him lightly in her hand. His rigid, throbbing manhood felt good in her hand. "You are very nicely equipped!" He wasn't just big, he was BIG, as big as his father had been, and beautiful! His cock stood up straight and hard, as inviting a sight as she'd seen in a very long time. She looked from his cock to his face, and she saw from the way he was grimacing and squirming that she'd better be very careful. He was very close to popping.

Now she climbed astraddle him, leaned over to kiss him deeply. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back passionately. His cock nudged against her mound as she hovered over him. They were both panting. "This is for you, my sweet baby," Serena cooed as she straightened up so she could take him.

"Oh Mom, oh Mom! I love you!" Derek gasped.

Her cunt was totally sopping, dripping wet when she reached down to spread her labia. She lowered herself carefully onto his cock. An electric thrill surged through her when their sexes touched. As big as he was, she took him easily. Once he penetrated her outer labia and entered her cunt, she lowered herself all the way, engulfing him. It was sheer, absolute Heaven. He filled her completely, the fit exquisitely tight. She paused a moment, sitting on his hips, every last fraction of his 10 inches in her, savoring the feel. Then she started fucking him. On her knees, leaned over on her hands, she was able to gyrate her hips and fuck him slow and hard. Riding him like that felt so exquisite, unlike any fuck she could remember. She had her first orgasm almost immediately, a shuddering wave of warmth shooting through her loins, and she cried out softly.

Under her, her boy was moving frantically, his body wracked by things he'd never felt before. It was nothing like jerking off, nothing at all. The swirling, throbbing heat welled up from a deeper, much more primitive part of his being. He could feel things quivering inside, then letting go wondrously. "Oohhhhh! Ohhhhh! God! Mom! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna CUM!" he managed to gasp. He half expected her to lift off so his sperm wouldn't enter her forbidden, sacred cunt.

Instead, panting heavily, her eyes intense, she said, "Give it to me, Cum for Mommy!"

With an inarticulate grunt, He did just that. "Arrrgghhh! Ohhh!" he exploded. Serena fucked him in short, pulsing strokes, jerking her hips on his virginal cock. She could feel his huge wad of spunk surge up the shaft of his big cock and spurt into her, she could feel his sperm jet out into her cunt and surge hotly on and around her cervix, filling her. He bounced instinctively under her, body wracked by orgasmic spasms, crying out, blasting one hot wad of sperm after another into his mother's receptive cunt. He came in long, erupting waves, the volume of his ejaculation so great, and the fit of his cock in her cunt so tight, that large streams of their mingled passion squirted from her with each stroke.

Suddenly, without warning, it all caught up with her and Serena was wracked by her own orgasmic wave, much more intense than the first. Feeling her son cum inside her, feeling his forbidden sperm drench her and his big cock fill her to the hilt as she rode him, hearing his gasping cries, pushed her over the edge. Her loins exploded with almost no warning, a white hot fireball of sheer, primal ecstasy. Her whole body, her whole being, seemed to clench up tightly, then suddenly let go, like a fully wound watch spring pulled from its casing. "Ooohhhh! GOD! Ooooohhh GOD!" she cried out as her body surged and spasmed.

They dissolved into a frantic tangle, bodies coupled together and moving on instinct, both of them moaning incoherently. Derek's cock gave a final few heaves as he gave up the last of his sperm.

Serena collapsed onto him, her body sheened in sweat, panting as though she'd run a mile, his young cock still in her and still hard. She lay on him for a long time, basking in the warm glow of passion momentarily sated, and the delicious feel of her son's body molded perfectly with hers. His cock was slow to dwindle, and that was good. It felt good to have him in her cunt. Later, there would be times when he would linger in her after fucking, and then they'd simply start fucking again without ever uncoupling. But not now, not this time. The enormity of what they'd just done drained her and she needed a little time to digest things. At last, she lifted her head and smiled at her boy. "You're beautiful, did you know that?" she smiled.

Derek laughed softly. "So are you."

Serena gingerly lifted her hips and slid off his half-hard cock, wincing at the exquisitely tender feel of breaking their coupling. Semen and nectar flowed from her pussy in a rivulet, delighting her. She lay on her side next to him, and they instinctively cuddled together in a warm, loving embrace.

For Serena, really great sex could be a lot of things, many simultaneously. It could be romantic, passionate, frantic, crude, slow, fun, playful, all of that and more. But above all, it was interactive. She loved the myriad ways she and a good lover would interact and communicate during sex, verbally and non-verbally. There was a constant communication beyond the act itself. She never restrained her moans and cries, and she loved to talk during sex about whatever it was she and her lover were doing. It was no different in the time after. The best and most intimate communications she'd ever had came right after really good orgasms. It was the time when the emotional connection should be at its peak, when lovers were most open. Derek was about to learn that sexual shyness was not one of his mother's traits.

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