Incestuous Harem's Passion Ch. 23

Another text message popped up. "I know I've been terrible. I didn't handle finding you and Jaiden together very well at all. I've been stubborn, but I would love to meet my grandchild. I've been so angry, and I don't know why. I think I do now. I feel like I failed as a mother but I was too damned proud to admit that, so I took it out on your brother. I blamed him instead. I miss you. Both of you. I'd like us to be a family again."

I sat there for a long time staring at my phone. Tears beaded my eyes. It felt so surreal. This couldn't be happening. Like it was a trap. But there was Clint Elliston on the news. He'd been found not guilty.

My mother had voted him not guilty.

As the tear rolled down my cheek, I texted back, "Yes. But we don't have the money to come out and see you."

"I have vacation time coming up," she answered. "I'll come see you. If that's okay. I don't want to grow old regretting destroying our relationship."

"That would be nice." I closed my eyes and sobbed. This relief swept off of me. My mother didn't actual hate Jaiden. Me. For so long, I wanted to get away from her, and now I wanted her back. I had to tell Jaiden. Let him now.

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Delilah Midgley

A nervous shudder ran through me. My son was coming over tonight. It was propitious. The Elliston's had been found not guilty. My words had reached through to Jonette, but it was something on her phone that broke her down. I didn't know what.

A message from her children? A photo of them? She had broken down fast and changed to not guilty to the shock of us all. The world was abuzz. The ripples would be felt. Already, there was talk of a proposition to go on the ballot next year to legalize incest entirely. It was too late for this year, I guess.

A knock rapped on my apartment door.

A wave of dread and excitement washed through me. My skin prickled as I smoothed my skirt and touched my hair. I felt like I was on a blind date and not meeting my son. I wanted everything to be perfect. The smell of lemon-roasted chicken permeated the apartment. I rushed to the door, patted my blonde hair, and then opened it.

Ian stood there. It was really him. Looking nervous. He wore blue jeans and a button-down shirt he'd tucked in. He stood tall and handsome. He had a goatee now. His blond hair framed his face. Tears stung me.

I went to hug him then hesitated.

He embraced me. It wasn't as close as I wanted, but it was his arms around me. I closed my eyes and fought my tears. I hadn't ruined things. I had a chance with him. A chance to make things right. It was outstanding.

Just absolutely amazing.

A thrill ran through me. A shudder swept through my body. I flexed my fingers. My heart beat rapidly in my chest. This lightning swept through my body. I groaned at the heat that ran through my blood. It was hot and sizzling.

My breasts rose and fell. I held him tight.

Then he broke away and said, "Uh, dinner smells good."

"It's almost ready," I said, smiling at him. "You look good. You're doing okay."

"Yeah, things are going fine," he said and came in. He looked around. "The apartment looks the same."

"Oh, well, busy," I said.

He took off his shoes and we sat down on the couch. I didn't know what to say to him. The silence dragged on. Then the timer went off and I had to pull the chicken out of the oven. I'd made a salad and a tomato rice pilaf to go with it. Soon we were sitting at my small dining table, crammed in the corner of the room.

We made small talk about his job. If he was dating--he wasn't. Not really. That sent a thrill through me. Selfish, I know, but I wanted my son all to myself. I was still young enough. I had him when I was nineteen.

"That Clint trial is crazy," he said as I scraped the leftovers into the trash. "I can't believe the jury found him innocent."

"Oh?" I asked, a nervous ripple ran through me. "I was on that jury."

"What?" He goggled at me. "Really?"

"Yeah." I gave a nervous shudder. "I was even interviewed afterword. They wanted to know why we found the Elliston's not guilty."

"Why did you?" he asked, staring at me in fascination.

I swallowed. "I didn't tell them the truth. I just said it wasn't right. We should be more tolerant. More progressive. Accept alternative lifestyles."

"So what's the truth?" he asked.

I swallowed. This was it. I had to tell him. I clasped my hands together. "I... I developed feelings for you."

He blinked. "What?"

"Years ago, I caught you, um, masturbating, and it awakened something in me. I won't say it wasn't the only reason why your father and I divorced, but it made me realize that I felt nothing for him, but for you... My son..." I took a step towards him.

"What are you saying, Mom?" he asked, shocked.

"That I... That I want to make love to you." I shuddered. "I... I have done things with you. When you would come home drunk and pass out on the couch, I would blow you." The horror of my words hit me. Just what was I doing? The tears spilled down my cheeks. "While you were lying there in a stupor, I couldn't help myself. I'm a horrible mother. I betrayed you."

"Jesus," he groaned.

Tears spilled faster now. Her vision blurred. "That was why... I kicked you out. I was so angry at myself. I couldn't stop myself from doing things with you. You almost caught me that night. I freaked out. I'm the worst mother in the world."

My knees crumpled. I knelt there, tears pouring down my cheeks. I cried as he stood over me. Then he knelt down and stared into my eyes. His brow furrowed. I couldn't look at him. I stared down, my shoulders shaking.

"I'm so sorry, Ian," I sobbed. "I'm terrible. Horrible. I understand if you hate me."

"You really were sucking my cock?" he asked. "Like... just nursing on it."

I nodded. "What sort of mother does that to her son?"

He swallowed and then he stood up. He was leaving me. I deserved it. He had every right to hate me and...

A zipper rasped.

I looked up to see his pants shoving down. The tails of his dress shirt spilled over his boxers. His cock tented them. To my shock, he shoved them down and his cock popped out. I gaped at the sight of my son's dick bobbing before me. Thick and hard, twitching with his wild heartbeat. His chest rose and fell. He stared at me with hunger in his eyes.

"Well, here it is," he said, his hand running through my hair. "God, I used to jerk off thinking of you sneaking in my room and blowing me. I was so scared. Then we were living alone. Just me and you. I wanted it so bad. I was drinking to try and get the courage. Guess I overdid it a lot."

"Yeah," I said, staring at his cock. This hunger rose in me. My son's dick was right there for the taking.

I opened my mouth wide and swallowed his cock. I slid my mouth over his dick. I engulfed his cock and closed my eyes. Hunger surged through me. I was really, and truly, sucking on my son's cock. I was nursing on him.

He groaned in delight. His face twisted with hunger. This delight spilled over his features. It was amazing to watch. It sent such a hunger through me. I groaned and suckled with all the hunger I could, my face stained in tears.

My son accepted my lusts. He desired me.

"Mom!" he groaned, staring down at me with such hunger in his blue eyes. His hand slid through my hair. "Damn, Mom!"

I sucked with hunger on him. I nursed, my tongue swirling around his cock. I stroked his shaft. I suckled, my cheeks hollowing. I bobbed my head. I worked my mouth up and down his dick. I blew him. Loved him.

He was so incredible.

He felt amazing in my mouth. I closed my eyes and nursed with powerful suckles. The bliss swept through my body. My pussy clenched. The heat blazed inside of me. My tongue danced around his cock's tip.

"Mom," he groaned. I loved it when he said that while his cock was in my mouth. "Damn."

He felt so familiar. Just like he had two years ago. I nursed on my strong son's cock. I savored the feel of him in my mouth. He had grown up into such a handsome stud. His big dick throbbed in my mouth.

His precum spread over my tongue.

My pussy grew hotter and wetter. My panties drank up the juices leaking out of me. My blonde curls rustled about my cheeks as I bobbed my head. I worked my mouth up and down his cock. I sucked on him with all the hunger I possessed.

My son's salty precum stained my tongue. More and more leaked out of him. His face twisted. I could feel the pressure building. I cupped his balls. I kneaded them. They brimmed with the jizz that I hungered for.

I sucked hard.

"Fuck, Mom!" he groaned. He wiped an open hand across his face. "That's it! I'm going to... to... Mom!"

His hot cum spurted into my mouth. I closed my eyes at the salty treat that flooded my mouth. The wonderful treat swept over me. It felt incredible. I swallowed it down. I gulped down every last drop. I reveled in the taste of him.

My pussy clenched as I gulped down his seed. I swallowed my son with such hunger. It swept through me. This wild bliss that blazed across my mind. My heart pounded euphoria through my veins. The pleasure rushed through my body.

It was incredible. This amazing bliss that swept through my body. I wanted more. I sucked the last of the cum out of him as he panted. He had this huge, boyish grin on his face. He stared down at me with such delight.

"Damn," he groaned as I slid my mouth off his dick. "Oh, damn, that's good, Mom."

"Yeah," I panted, my chest rising and falling. "Mmm, that was amazing. I love your seed."

He stared down at me, hunger in his eyes. Then he grabbed me and pulled me to my feet. I gasped as I felt his strength. His power. He pushed me down onto the couch and sank before it. He stared up at me, a beast unleashed.

"Ian!" I groaned as he shoved up my skirt, exposing my lush thighs and the pink panties I wore. He grinned at them. They were a naughty pair, cut high and lacy. Something for a lover to see. I shivered as he hooked them. "Are you...?"

"Fair is fair, Mom," he said and licked his lips.

I shuddered and lifted my rump off the couch cushion. He drew down my panties. My toes curled into the carpet as he worked my underwear off my hips. Then he drew them down my thighs. I groaned as I lifted my legs, letting him pull off my panties. He brought them to his face.

He inhaled them.

"Are you sniffing your mother's panties?" I asked in amusement.

"Mmm, I used to do this all the time," he groaned. "God, I thought you realized it."

"No!" I gasped. I had no idea.

Then he pushed my thighs apart. I shuddered, my son leaning down towards my pussy. Where he came from. This naughty, incestuous rush shuddered through me as he nuzzled down towards my twat. I groaned, shifting on the couch.

Then he was nuzzling his face into my vulva. His goatee rustled through my blonde bush. I gasped as I felt him pushing against my pussy lips. This heat swept through me. This amazing delight. My son's tongue lapped at my cunt.

It was amazing.

My back arched as this heat swept through me. I groaned and shuddered. The pleasure spilled through my veins. His tongue licked and lapped at me, caressing over my feverish flesh. I grabbed the buttons of my airy blouse. I worked it down, eager to free my large breasts. My nipples throbbed.

I exposed a matching, pink bra cradling my big boobs. He stared up at them as his tongue probed into the very hole that had birthed him. I shuddered as I felt his tongue dancing around inside of me. He swirled about me, caressing me.

It was incredible.

The bra clasped in the front. I undid it.

The cups sprang away. My large breasts spilled out. They were soft and pillowy. He stared up at them and groaned as he licked at my cunt. His tongue brushed my clit. His goatee rasped against my hot pussy lips.

"Mom!" he groaned.

"Mmm, you like your mother's big tits?" I moaned, cupping them.

"They're fucking gorgeous," he panted.

I shuddered in delight, smiling at him.

He licked me with such hunger, the bliss rippling through my body. I arched my back, my heart hammering in my chest. The pleasure surged through me with his every lap. I squeezed my thighs tight about his face. I held him pinned against my twat as I fondled my breasts.

He stared up at my tits as he feasted on me. His tongue danced across my pussy lips, stroking me. Stimulating me. It was such a heavenly bliss to experience. I savored every moment of it. My fingers dug into my tits.

"Oh, Ian, yes!" I moaned. "Ooh, you're feasting on my pussy."

"You taste even better than I imagined, Mom," he groaned and thrust his tongue into my cunt. He caressed around in me.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I gasped, the delight surging through my body. I smiled, the heat sweeping through my flesh. "Mmm, just lick Mommy out. Make her cum so hard."

His tongue darted through my twat. It was this amazing bliss to enjoy. This wonderful rapture that swept through me. I groaned, my back arching. The pleasure surged through my body as he feasted. His goatee rasped over and over on my pussy lips. So rough and masculine. It brought me closer and closer to my orgasm.

I hurtled towards it. I couldn't stop the explosion of bliss that would surge through me. It was all so much. Just what I craved and needed. His tongue thrust into my pussy again. Into the hole that had birthed him.

"Ian!"

I came.

The ecstasy blazed in my mind. The bliss spilled hot over my thoughts. My pussy convulsed. My juices gushed out into his hungry mouth. I trembled on the bed. My eyes fluttered. The heat danced through my mind.

"Oh, yes, yes," I shuddered. The heat bathed my mind. "I love you, Ian!"

"Mom!" he groaned between licks.

He drank my juices flooding out of me. My son devoured my incestuous cream. My fingers dug into my tits. I trembled on the bed, savoring the bliss spilling through my thoughts. They bathed my mind with such wonderful ecstasy.

I hit the peak, my fingers digging into my tits. I jiggled them. Shook them. The euphoria swept over me as I whimpered out in climactic delight. Stars danced before my eyes. I shuddered on the couch, writhing through my orgasmic bliss.

Then it died down. "Oh, Ian. Mmm, that was amazing. I haven't had a good orgasm in so long."

He lifted his face. "You think that's where this ends." He stood up and then, to my delight, he lifted me up like a groom did his bride. My son carried me. "Fuck, no. I'm enjoying every bit of you, Mom."

"Yes!" I gasped, feeling so girlish as he carried me down the short hallway to my bedroom. The door was half-closed. He pushed through it. "Ian, take me. Ravish me."

He set me on the bed, my large tits jiggling. He began unbuttoning his dress shirt while I ripped off my blouse and bra. My skirt swirled about my thighs. I shuddered as he exposed his muscular chest. He worked construction, and it had paid off. He had a gorgeous, tan body. So strong and masculine. I rubbed my thighs together, that juicy itch growing in my pussy.

He grinned at me as he watched me writhing on the bed. He stood naked and proud. His cock had recovered. That big, thick dick I'd been lusting for all these years was finally coming for me. Finally going to ram into me.

He mounted the bed, hunger in his eyes. I shuddered and squirmed, so ready for this moment. So ready for him to take me hard. I squirmed, the heat swelling and swelling between my thighs. I would have such a huge orgasm on his dick. I would explode on his cock. The incestuous anticipation swept through me. This fiery passion that would have me bursting out in delight.

His cock twitched and throbbed. It pulsed with his wild heartbeat. I bit my lip, my cunt clenching. This heat built in my pussy. It grew the wild passion that would erupt through my body. I couldn't wait for it.

His hands slid down my thighs. "Damn, Mom."

"Mmm, does your mommy's big tits and sexy body turn you on?" I cooed.

"Shit, yes." He grinned. "You sound like a completely different person."

"Well, I'm not just your mother right now. I'm a woman. Your woman. And I'm so ready for it. I'm so eager for you to slam that cock into me."

He grinned at me and then buried his face between my breasts. His goatee, soaked in my juices, rubbed on their sides. I groaned as he pressed my tits into his face. He rubbed them against me. I shuddered on the bed, my pussy dripping wet. My nipples throbbed.

He kissed up the sides of my left breast to reach the pinnacle. His tongue flicked out. He caressed over my nub. Then he swirled around it. The pleasure shot down to my cunt. My pussy clenched. This delicious heat built in my twat as he sucked on my nipple.

My areola drank in the rough caress of his whiskers. He felt like such a man. My little boy had grown up into a stud. My pussy clenched as I savored the thrill of this. The heat swept over me. The pleasure blazed through my mind. I groaned, my toes curling.

"Mmm, that's incredible," I moaned. "Yes, yes, you're getting my pussy all ready for your cock."

He sucked hard on my nipple. Pleasure zapped down to my twat.

"Yeeeesss! So ready! Mmm, I want my strong son's big dick in me!"

Ian groaned and ripped his mouth off my nipple. He slid up my body, his weight on me. I shuddered as I stared into his eyes. I looked up at him, a smile growing on my lips. His eyes smoldered with such wild heat.

Then he kissed me. He thrust his tongue into my mouth. He swirled it around in me. I groaned, clutching to him. The heat swept through my body. My pussy clenched. His tongue thrust into my mouth. I savored it. I sucked on him, reveling beneath him.

My fingernails clawed into his back. I squirmed beneath him, rubbing my tits into his chest. My nipples throbbed as his cock pressed against my pussy's entrance. This was it. The moment I had truly desired.

My son thrust.

His incestuous cock slid into my pussy. I groaned, squeezing down on him. I clenched on that big and throbbing shaft as it slid deeper and deeper into my sheath. Back to where he'd come from. It was so wonderful to feel my son entering me.

I clutched about him. I held him tight. He kissed me with such hunger. His tongue danced with mine, his goatee rasping on my lips. His cock filled me up. I held him tight, savoring my son's weight on me. His dick in me.

Then he moved.

Pumped.

My son made love to me.

I groaned into his mouth, the joy surging through me. My tongue danced with his. I swirled around in his mouth. I reveled in the taste of him. The feel of his goatee on me. He thrust away at me. He drove his dick into my cunt's depths. The heat built and built, driving me towards that moment of ecstatic eruption.

When I would shudder beneath him and cum so hard. My pussy squeezed about him. I held him so tight. I gripped him as he pumped that dick away at me. He plunged it over and over into me. The pleasure surged through me.

I kissed my son with passion. Hunger. I squeezed my pussy down around his cock, savoring his girth thrusting into me over and over again. I loved him feeling me up. His dick plunged into me with wonderful thrusts. His balls smacked into me.

I reveled in it. I gloried in my son's dick filling me up again and again.

I would explode on this cock.

My orgasm built and built. It swelled in me, this wild burst of incestuous rapture. My tongue danced with his. My nipples rubbed into his muscular chest. His body on me, so strong and virile, delivered such pleasure to me. Such euphoria that would have me exploding in delight.

I kissed him with hunger. My tongue danced in his mouth. He buried that dick into me hard and fast. The pleasure surged through me. The bliss built in my pussy. I squeezed down on his cock. I drank in the friction.

I erupted.

My cunt went wild about my son's cock. My flesh rippled and writhed around him. The bliss spilled through me. I groaned, kissing him with such hunger. Stars danced before my mind. My cunt convulsed and writhed with hungry delight about his cock. The rapture spilled through me.