It's The Heat

Now we needed to develop a rhythm to make this a grand fuck. He had propelled his huge cock inside my fiery hole with the force of a sledge hammer. And comically, he struggled to pull it back from the depths of my tight, hungry cunt. If ever there was a doubt about my total seduction and complete abandonment of conventional values, it came in the next moment. My surrender and submission to his dominance was clearly stated.

"Easy honey," I whispered hoarsely. "I have never seen anything like your cock. You're going to rip me apart if you don't slow down. You've got me now, I want it, help me to enjoy it." The internal liquids were starting to take affect as his steely shaft began to grind back and forth like a hot piston. The under-used muscles of my pussy held his cock in a vice-like grip, being unaccustomed to such a forceful intrusion. But once my body sensed that this pleasure-pole was not abandoning us, they relaxed enough to allow a hot, wet passage. Fast enough for erotic stimulation, slow enough for a tremendous climax. And then it came.

I was riding his thick, slick tool like a little girl at an amusement park. I began to ease my hot pussy back against his churning pelvis, with each subsequent thrust, the delightful sensation struck a chord in my cunt. The sparks were fanned into a roaring flame. The rumbling started at my toes and soon overwhelmed my inhibitions. The shattering intensity was worth defying every taboo notion that I ever held. There was something extremely sinful but dangerously exotic about giving-in to my son's commanding lust.

Teddy could feel me start to shudder and shake. He positioned his grip to my hips and held on tight. My upper body was a convulsing, squirming eel trying to find anything on the smooth tile surface to latch onto. My legs were a wobbly, limp platform with my own secretions slowly trickling down each thigh. And I would surely fall over in a soaked, quivering lump if my son weren't holding me up. All the while, he was pumping his firm erection at full speed now, jamming the plunger inside me. His body shook too, his orgasm also about to explode in my loins.

His voice was caught in his throat for a second. All I heard were the grunts and growls of an animal as his thrusting hit a fevered pitch. Then he found it's timbre, "Cum for me, mom." More grunts and desperate poundings followed. "I want to feel you cum with my cock in your hot cunt," he pronounced hoarsely. "Do it, slut. Show me how much you want my cock, you little bitch." His coarse, raunchy talk fired my imagination and the shotgun-like pumping action inside me, broke the dam. "Do it, mom. Cut loose, you know you need this, and you want me to fuck you like you're my little slut!" He continued his smutty demands, "Tell me you want it, slut. Say that you want me to fuck you, beg for it. Tell me that you have to have my cock to make you whole." He wouldn't stop, and most of it was the truth. It wouldn't be long now for either of us. I was on the brink and he was pushing me through the wall.

His last phrase sent me over the edge. The sinful, sensuous scene was playing-out in my head, because my eyes were tightly shut, even as the punishing, prodding missile was carving a wet, erotic path in my pleasure-starved tunnel. I heard his filthy descriptions and my body was being used for his raunchy gratification, and yet my orgasm mounted to it's dynamic apex. (Gee, just like every woman's dream, my son had bent me over the kitchen sink and was pounding his hard, thick cock into my wanton cunt while calling me a slut and his whore. I was naked and shivering, with a crude desire as my own fluids dripped down my leg, and at his command I was begging him to fuck me.)

I am a slut, I said to myself. I must be. At his repeated urgings, while he drove me to an extreme ecstasy with his gigantic organ shaking my insides loose, I was told to repeat his lewd demands. "I'm your slut, Teddy. You know it and I know it. I want it. I have to have your cock in my slutty hole. Fuck me, yes fuck me. I'm yours, you own me. Rape me like I need it. I want my son's cock in me. I'll do whatever you say. Fuck me... yes... yes."

The heat and the wetness in my pussy was like nothing that I had ever dreamed of. I melted on the counter, my legs giving out on me. I was a squishy, trembling mess. My climax was all that I cared about and it thundered deep within me. The sensual drilling lasted for about five or ten minutes. When I felt the hot wave overtake me and at the same time, his fluids fill my empty spaces, I collapsed completely. The sweat from his body was raining down on me, we were both soaked, steaming and exhausted. When we recovered from the fulfillment of our deviant desires, I felt the sudden emptiness as he withdrew his deflating cock. He pulled-out of me fully sated and playfully smacked my jiggly, damp butt. I was spent, and my used body slithered down the front of the sink and spilled to my knees in a sweaty, oily puddle of our combined milky fluids. I was still savoring the warmth and internal rocking of the greatest, gigantic "O" of all time!

When my embattled sense of decorum returned, slightly bruised and irreparably changed, I slowly turned around to find my partner in this lewd, incestuous seduction. I came face-to-face so to speak, with the shiny, slippery object of my erotic pleasure. There right infront of my eyes; was the half-limp cock of my nineteen year-old son, still oozing oily droplets of his potent seed, and though now only partially inflated, was hanging just two tempting inches from my gasping mouth.

Teddy looked at me tenderly, brushing aside the sweaty strands of blonde hair plastered to my face and wiping beads of moisture that were dripping from my nose and chin. For a minute again I was his mother;

a woman curled at his feet whose chest was rising and falling with the effects of the exertion, and reddened marks on her tits and hips from his handprints that would soon be turning black and blue, with a still bewildered expression on her face wondering how this happened and what might happen next.

But as he continued to observe my naked form, and my hand remained between my legs with the playful fingers fluffing and teasing the curly, wet hairs, and my eyes marveling at the dangling instrument that had just brought me so much stimulation, a quiet transformation took place. I asked him, "What now, Teddy? There's certainly no going back from this. But I have to admit, that was exciting." A devilish look appeared in his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled in a knowing grin. He reached softly for my arms and gently but commandingly tugged me to my knees.

He soothingly kneaded the pliant flesh of my swollen tits and tenderly rubbed the perky nipples between his fingers. I stared up into his eyes and accepted his further handling of my body. Deep, throaty moans escaped my fatigued lungs, but my energy and excitement were being quickly restored by his prodding manipulations. The roiling cauldron of my uterus was sending signals to my brain, that the intense orgasms I have been experiencing lately, and especially the previous one that my anatomy was still shivering over, were brought-on by my son. I have thought sinfully about him, reaching orgasm with my own hands. I have spied on him and lusted over his youthful attitude. And now I have fucked him right on the kitchen counter, and here I sit naked and wet, in the immediate aftermath of that taboo affair. And I want more. And Teddy knows it as well as I do.

As I watched in dreamy disbelief, he took my hand and once more placed it around the quickly expanding root of his enormous prick. With his hand covering mine, he urged me to stroke the long, thick tool until it doubled in size, reaching it's impossible proportions of length and width. He left me to rub it, so his hand was free to cup my chin, lifting my adoring eyes to meet his leering gaze. At this moment he was cautiously raising his bet, having taken me in a somewhat "conventional" manner, he would suddenly demand more, and he counted on my submissiveness and the need for instruction. The image of me as his mother was no longer necessary, except to enhance his (as well as my own,) incestuous fantasy. I was just a desperate woman with a hot cunt that he now announced, he would be using for his sordid pleasure and take ownership of, to control at his command. I could only nod my head in agreement and anxiously, though warily wait in anticipation.

His thumb was playing across my eager lips. My tongue reached for it and a long trickle of slobber dripped from my mouth. He wedged my red lips apart and his fat digit entered my throat and played on my gums and in my cheeks. Like a baby with a rubber nipple I automatically began to suck and slurp on it's probing tip. We both understood that I belonged to him. My mind was racked with guilt, but my cunt pulsed with a delightful, heated intensity.

Somewhere in the back of my mind a moralistic voice was screaming, "Don't do this! Don't permit him to take this final, filthy liberty. Only a true slut would suck her son's cock, especially when it was still coated with her own pussy juice." But my heart and my tingling cunt were shouting something entirely different and exotically stimulating.

He withdrew his thumb, having already primed the pump. And my immediate vision was now taken by the sight of his massive cock bobbing and dancing precariously close to my mouth. One halting moment of indecision confronted me, "Teddy, are you sure? Is this really what you want me to do? I don't know if I can go through with this. Fucking my own son was bad enough. Do you really want your mother to suck your cock? Do you want me to be your slut?" The desperate, passionate words tumbled from my lips, but still I stroked his huge knob, thumbing the tip and coaxing a drop of pre-cum to the smooth surface. He was only grinning as he looked down upon me like a piece of meat. His leering eyes narrowed as he held my chin and directed the greased pole towards my dry mouth.

By now his monstrous erection was fully engorged. Having dumped one massive load in my starving pussy already, he now took aim literally, at my willing mouth. I had never sucked anyone's cock, infact this was the closest look that I ever had of a man's penis. The only reference I had to go by was the occasional porn movie and the chatter of other women, but this humongous beast was as big around as my arm and nearly as long. And I had recently endured it's uncomfortable invasion of my constricted cunt. That orifice was greatly stretched open to it's limit, and I hope that it snaps back. This worried me. I told my son almost pleadingly, that I didn't know what to do or how to begin.

I was intimidated by the imposing dimensions, and it seem so sturdy and thick. And still abit apprehensive about the taboo stigma of incest, though I'll admit that was the least of my concerns. Teddy assured me that he would instruct me on how to please him, and that my yearning , straining body would come to appreciate the thrill he was providing. He said that I would soon be begging him to allow me to suck his mighty organ. I was captured in his spell.

I moved to lick my parched lips with my timid pink tongue and then without even any pressure, I licked at the dewy secretion on the tip and spread the salty essence along my anxious lips. With my mouth slightly parted, he inserted the mushroomed head past my teeth and rested it on my tongue. My mouth was forced open incredibly wide, hurting my jaws. I felt it's smooth cap on the roof of my mouth and the veiny column brushed the inside of my cheek. He pulled it out and I smiled at my initial cock-tasting. He was happy with my effort and gave my further guidance.

I was told to start with soft, wet kisses all along the great circumference and up and down it's length. That was easy and enjoyable, and the kisses were lovingly real. Eventually I had examined and kissed every solid inch of this beast. He told me to use my tongue now, and lick the huge shaft, paying particular attention to both the ridged head and his plump balls. The more that I pampered his rod, the greater the feeling of warm, wetness swelled in my uterus. I was getting in to this and my pussy realized the origin of it. I didn't require any more prompting, my kisses covered the domed tip and it slid easily between my lips. With just a simple push, (from either his hand or mine, I'm not sure,) it continued onward until it passed my tonsils and bumped against the back of my mouth.

"Yes mom," he directed in a domineering tone, that for some forbidden thrill, encouraged me to suck harder and to pump hic full cock into me. "You're my slut now, and you are going to suck my cock until I fill you with my cum. And you're going to fuck me and suck me from now on. I own you!" In his excitement he was pounding his mammoth organ into my mouth, causing me to gag and sputter saliva along the thick shaft. It only urged me on to further debauchery. As he shouted his intentions, I stroked rapidly on the slippery pole and fed it hungrily into my gaping mouth. The extreme size no longer seemed a problem, it merely presented a challenge. I wanted to take all of that cock, and I wanted my son to be thrilled with my effort. I was going to be his slut, I understood. But I wanted it to be good for the both of us.

He recognized my renewed passion. Ted grabbed my ears and began the piston-like effect that would serve us both. My cheeks expanded and filled, then emptied with his thrusting. My hand was a blur, feeding his length into my open maw. I choked and drooled along the fleshy column, sucking like a drowning animal. One of my hands stole down to my sodden gash and I diddled my exposed clit. The wet, sticky pubic hairs parted and two fingers found the moist opening, his spent cum oozed between my digits. I slobbered over his tool, gasping for air but inhaling his cock almost until my nose brushed his coarse, blonde curls.

To mimic the rough feeling of his hard lance jabbing at my throat, I thrust a third finger in and out of my sopping snatch. At each return, I brushed my palm against the knobby, swollen clit. The firm abrasions sent shock waves through my insides and swiftly started my vaginal juices to begin to boil again. I gripped his massive cock and plunged it to the back of my throat and out again, repeating the lewd maneuver over and over.

"Kathryn, what on Earth are you thinking?" The tiny, irritating voice in my head scolded me. "You are on your knees naked, cum leaking from your slutty hole and you're asking your son to stick his incestuous cock in your mouth. And then to take you, and to keep you as his sex-slave. What kind of slut have you become!?!" I am desperate for sexual release. The incestuous nature of this debauched affair is beyond my submissive will to control. I need to have this gigantic cock in my hungry body, this is what makes me whole. I realize now that I want to be my son's sex toy...I easily ignored that annoying little voice.

More of his cock was filling my mouth with each stroke. As it slickened with every thrust, it became easier and faster to feed it into my mouth, and I was starving for it. The pace grew rapid and the pressure increased. My cunt was working the same way. I loved it. I wanted to prove to Teddy that I would become a "good fuck." And this passion provoked my tremors. It was coming soon for us both.

His full balls contracted in their pouch, growing tighter and bumping against my chin. I felt a sudden shiver in my cheek and a strong pulse from his shaft. Then a salty taste on my tongue. For a brief second, his cock seemed to still it's motion. And then just the head of it twitched. Then I tasted it. My mouth was warmed and filled to the brink. Creamy, hot syrup flooded my throat. It blasted the sticky, white soup down my gullet. I was taken by surprise at the amount and intensity as it washed through me. I tried my best to swallow the thick sauce, but it was too little, too late. What I was able to choke down my inexperienced throat tasted slightly acidic and like a lumpy broth.

The rest of this powerful load splattered from the edges of my mouth, drooling down my chin, and twining in long, stringy threads to the pointy tips of my tits. And to further add to my embarrassment, another one of my own tremendous orgasms exploded in the kind of salacious climax that I have never felt in my life. I considered instantly that I could get used to the taste, and better adjusted to the practice, but that this is a ritual that I will not surrender. Incest is now for me, only a word. And not nearly as good a word as "climax."

Raunchy titillation mixed briefly with torrid shame as I sat back on my crusty thighs. The grayish puddle was beginning to harden and flake on my chest. I had no choice but to relieve the last bits of tension at my hips, by softly rubbing the reddened button of my clit until the ceaseless throbbing subsided. My son spurred me on in a crude monologue of depravity, "Rub it, slut. You know that it's my cock that makes you feel this good. You need my cock to cum like this, and you will be my bitch now." I knew that it was true, and that this is what I wanted. I only need help to convince myself.

Out of some latent sense of guilt, I had trouble looking up and into his wild, blue eyes. His wry compliments still echoed in my ears. "You'll be a good slut, mom. You took most of my load, and I can tell by the way you licked your lips, that you loved it. And the rest looks good on you, very sexy. I'm going to have to bathe you in cum, more often." His crude talk was actually making me blush. He continued with his dirty comments, "You obviously came like a lusty whore. Soon, you will get used to the size of my cock, and spoiled by it. But I want you to learn to swallow all of my cum, it's too good to waste. If you ask me nicely, I'll come on your tits again, for you." He laughed uproariously and I couldn't help but to giggle along with him. "You were fun to fuck, and I liked that tight cunt. We'll have to do that again, soon!"

Hearing most of those words from my son, shook me. But I noticeably didn't argue or protest. In my mind I knew that it was terrific and that I wanted more. I promised to do better next time and I knew from my own physical reactions that this wouldn't stop. Finally I took his hand and let him help me to my bare feet, where he very carefully perused my entire, splotchy, cum-soaked body. He stifled another laugh at my disheveled appearance and I couldn't help but to smile. (Another mother/son moment.) "My knees are sore and I need a shower, and then what?" I asked.

"Let's try the bedroom, it's cooler in there. And I have another surprise for you..."

the end.

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