Magical Incest Ch. 02: Oily Love

"Mom I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. It won't happen again."

"Your right it won't ever happen again." And with that, mom left the room and went to work.

I gathered up the incense and oil and immediate went to Blythe's establishment.

Upon entering the store, I saw Blythe smiling behind the counter.

"So how did things go?" Blythe asked as I walked towards her.

"Not so good. That's why I'm here."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, at first it appeared to be working. But then. Well, everything fell apart."

"Oh... I'm sorry about that. Can you tell me what happened?"

I told Blythe a half truth version of what happened so as not to reveal that the girl was really my mother.

Blythe paused for a minute when I finished and said, "It sounds to me your girlfriend might be frigid."

"Frigid?" I replied.

"Yes... Does she not get turned on when you try foreplay?"

"You could say that."

"Then I might be able to still help." Blythe replied, and walked into the back room.

Upon her return, she had a reddish glass vial and different incense in her hand.

"Be careful not to over use this." She said as she handed me the items.

"This stuff has been known to work extremely well with women who are having trouble getting stimulated and excited. I only sell this on rare occasions since its effects could be misused."

"Misused?"

"Yes, once the oil penetrates the skin a strong sexual euphoria over takes the person, making them susceptible to any sexual advances."

"Oh okay I'll be careful then." I said and thanked her once again before leaving.

Excited to try the new concoction I thought of a way to get mom to let me massage her once more and waited impatiently.

However, when mom entered the house, and I executed my feeble excuse why I should massage her again; she wouldn't hear of it. To top it off things stayed like that for the next two weeks.

I was just about to give up all hope when mom came home and looked totally exhausted once again.

"You okay mom?"

Mom sighed and said, "Yes, just a long day."

"Listen mom I know I messed up big time, but I promise that won't happen again. Just give me one more chance."

Mom paused for a couple of seconds. It was obvious she was pondering over my idea and finally replied, "Okay; I'll give you one last chance, but if you make any inappropriate move. That will be it Mr."

"I promise I'll be careful mom."

I could tell mom was still hesitant on the idea, but eventually she agreed.

As mom left to change I set up the table and added a white sheet on top of it.

Mom re-emerged wearing her little bikini and firmly said, "Remember no funny business Mr. or this will be the last time." She then lay face down on the table.

I walked over to the wall switch and dimmed the lights and ignited a new incense stick. The strange fragrance filled the room quickly, and I told mom I would be right back.

I went to the kitchen to heat the oil in a pot of water and while it was warming I rushed to my room and changed out of my clothes and underwear as the previous time my jeans painfully constrained my stiff cock. Grabbing a pair of loose fitting sweat pants and a light tee shirt I muttered to myself, "These should be good." I headed back to the kitchen.

Mom didn't raise her head when I returned but did question the new aroma.

"It's something I figured I'd try. It's supposed to open your senses." I said as I held the oil over mom's back.

"Okay here goes." I announced and ran a thin bead of the oil down mom's back which caused her to flinch and tighten up.

"Oh... That's quite warm."

"Sorry mom. I just finished heating it. It should cool down as I massage you." I replied as I placed the oil down.

When I returned to mom, I slowly moved the liquid from her spine outward in all directions letting it absorb into her skin. Mom sighed as I worked my thumbs into her pressure points and paced myself even slower than the previous time. I massaged mom for almost five minutes when I noticed her body begin to squirm and her breath become heavy as I moved my hands up and down her back.

I stopped massaging mom's back and picked up the oil. Holding it over mom's legs, I dribbled it from her thighs down to her toes.

I applied thumb pressure to the sole of mom's foot, and she softly moaned as her toes curled up. Kneading and rubbing, I slowly inched my way up mom's legs. The higher I went the heavier her breath got until she was huffing loudly. Mom's hands lightly grasped at the sheet and she wooed, "I never felt like this. What are you doing to me?"

Brazenly I suggested for her to roll over, and mom sat up on her elbows and questionably looked at me.

"Really mom. I'll be careful, let me just do your tummy and legs."

Slowly, mom turned over and I put a small amount of oil on her tummy. I watched as it pooled at her navel, and mom inhaled deeply. With my palm, I started with a small circular motion and moved my hand outward. It wasn't long before mom's eyes were closed, and she was breathing heavy again.

I applied the oil to my hand, and pressed it firmly on her tummy while cautiously guiding it up between her breasts. Mom tilted her head and opened one eye warning, "Careful there."

I just nodded and added my second hand. Now with both hands in sync I ran them between her bosom and back to her tummy. However, every second run up my hands would go to the sides of mom's chest just scrapping the out edge of her bust.

In no time, mom settled back, and I moved my hand closer to her breast until my thumbs were lightly rubbing the outside edge of her bikini top. Mom's mouth parted and light whimpers escaped her lips.

Removing my hands softly from her tummy, I picked up the oil and ran a light bead of oil up mom's legs until it reached her bikini bottoms.

I watched as the oil flowed down between mom's legs and she squirmed on the table.

The oil must be taking effect. I thought and patiently started to rub her feet.

Mom's wriggling intensified and she began to make pleasurable moans as I worked my thumbs into the arches of her feet.

Ever so slowly I massage up mom's legs, alternating from one to the other and noticed mom's hips would twitch every time I reapplied my hand to the other leg. I was at mom's upper thigh applying some light pressure, when her legs parted just enough for me to see a damp spot forming.

"How's this feel mom?" I said and pressed my thumbs firmly into the inside of her thighs and ran them upward until they almost touched her covered mound.

"Ah..." She blurted, as I slowly eased my hand back down.

Several times I ran my thumbs-up to just about touching her pussy and heard her moans get more intense with every trip until I eventually grazed her labia once again.

"Oh!!" Mom whined and arched her back while her head tilted to the side.

I made one last stroke up her thighs, but this time with my thumbs I pinched her bikini covered clitoris between them.

Mom wailed and her ass leapt off the table as I slowly tweaked her little bud with my thumbs.

"Oh Kirt... Oh... You... You promised." Mom whimpered as her hips bucked up and down.

"Shh mom. It's just another form of a massage."

Mom groaned and clutched at the table as her bikini bottoms became soaked with her own juices. As soon as I was sure, she was in an ecstatic state I quickly pushed under her bikini and slid two fingers deep into her snatch; my other hand tugging at the strings to untie the bottoms. Mom huffed and gyrated her hips as I finger fucked her, and my other hand pushed her top up and pinched her nipples.

"Oh my god Kirtus. I shouldn't be letting you do this. We should... Ssstop... Before... Oh..."

"Shhh mom, just enjoy it." I said and added a third digit into her cunt.

Mom was bucking and thrashing around as I leaned forward and took a nipple in my mouth while I eased my sweat pants off.

Before mom could object again, I kissed her passionately and her legs spread wider.

Mom put her hands around my neck and pushed our lips tightly as we mingled our tongues together.

With our lips locked, I managed to maneuver myself onto the table and between her legs resting my stiff cock on top of her folds and felt her huff in my mouth.

Mom broke our kiss and looked shocked saying, "This is so wrong! You're my son for god sakes!"

However, no sooner did mom say that, I felt her hand hesitantly take hold of my cock and stroke it while she slowly guided it down until I felt her pussy lips touch the tip of my dick.

I nudged forward and felt my cock easily slip halfway inside her slick snatch and heard her whimper, "Oh my god. I'm letting my son fuck me."

Mom gasped and arched her back as I sank deeper into her forbidden place. I felt her legs wrap around me as her hand grasped my ass and pulled my full length into her.

Slowly at first I pushed in and out of her; gradually building up my tempo until we were both fucking wildly on the table.

"Oh fuck. Yes. This feels too good to be wrong. Oh... Fuck! Oh Fuck!! OH I'M CUMMING!!" She screamed as I pounded away.

Mom came hard, and it wasn't long before I plastered her insides with my juices, and my own body trembled with excitement and release.

Mom sat up on her elbows as I slowly pulled my spent pecker of out her and heard her say with bated breath, "Kiss me."

Leaning forward I locked lips with mom and felt her grab hold of my limp cock and squeeze it between her fingers. Mom slowly jerked me off but suddenly stopped and pushed me backwards.

Mom eased herself forward and inhaled my dick into her mouth, and I groaned, "Oh fuck mom."

Mom's head bobbed up and down as her fingers toyed with my balls until I was back to full size. Easing herself up mom straddled over me and grasped my cock hard, lined it up to her pussy and hissed, "Oh... Yes... Mommy needs this."

As my meat penetrated her once again, Mom rode me hard gyrating her hips and wailed. "Make me cum again Kirtus."

I matched mom's rhythm and pushed up hard as her legs squeezed tightly on me; then heard her scream. "Oh fuck I'm cumming so hard!" Seconds later I exploded once more inside her, and we both crashed in total exhaustion.

Since that night, I haven't' needed to use any of the oils from Blythe. Mom and I take turns massaging each other before we lay down and fuck ourselves to sleep, and mom doesn't come home exhausted anymore. I guess a good fuck is all that is needed to help get her through those tiring days.

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Holly shit! Dean thought as he quit reading. Then he looked down and saw his hard dick nestled in his hand with precum dripping everywhere.

Confused as to why the stories were having such a mesmerizing effect on him; he tried to rationalize why it's happening. However, his mind had other ideas, and once again his thoughts pictured the son in the story massaging his mother seductively. And once again, the images change to him and his own mother.

With his hand still holding his cock, he stroked it as the images of his mother's body thrusting off the bed while his fingers slide deep inside her snatch consumed him.

Faster Dean jerked as his mother yelled in his mind to make her cum until he finally exploded and shot his load all over the room.

Dean stood up and surveyed the mess before he made an effort to clean it up. But as he did he became more perplex over his new incestuous thoughts.

I have to quit this kind of thinking. He told himself as he ventures down the hall to the bathroom and noticed the door was closed. It was apparent his mother was taking a shower when he heard the water running.

But as he turned to walk away he paused as a wicked thought entered his mind.

Slowly, Dean turned the knob and quietly opened the door.

Peaking inside he could see his mother's naked body behind the glass shower door and his hand immediately went to his cock, and he stroked it long and hard.

Dean worked himself back up to a frenzy and almost didn't hear the water had turned off. Quickly, he closed the door and raced back to his room wondering what could have possessed him to do such a thing. However, after seeing his mother naked and washing he realized his cock had never been that stiff before. Just then outside the door he heard his mother say, "Were you at the bathroom door before?"

"Um... No mom?"

There was an extremely long pause before he heard, "Ok! It's just that I thought I heard you?"

"Nope. I've been in here working on my report."

"Ok well supper will be ready in about a half hour."

Dean listened as he heard his mother's footsteps fade away. Phew that was close. He thought.

Why am I being like this? This isn't right. It's my mother for god sakes. Dean thought as he turned off the pc before heading downstairs.

As Dean sat at the dinner table, his mom asked from the kitchen, "You finish your report?"

"Um no I just needed to take a break."

"We'll supper just about finished." His mom said as she stood over the stove.

Dean couldn't help but eye his mother's fanny as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. His cock once again grew as his lust built and wondered what it might be like to run his tongue up her ass crack.

When his hand rubbed his dick over his jeans, he shook his head, and mumbled, "Holly fuck I can't stop thinking about this."

"What did you say honey?"

"Oh nothing mom just going over some stuff in my head."

"Well save it for later. Super is ready."

Dean lowered his head but kept his eyes watching her as she bent forward and lowered the serving tray in front of him.

Dean's jaw dropped as he gawked at her large breast squished and pushed halfway out of her low-cut top.

"Hey you checking me out?"

"Hugh? Oh no. Sorry mom. I was just um..."

His mother laughingly replied, "I know what you were doing." But then followed up in a sincerer tone, "It's okay Dean. I probably shouldn't be wearing such a low-cut shirt. I can see it's affecting you. You're not my little boy anymore. I keep forgetting you're a young man now."

"Well. I... I guess your right mom."

Dean and his mother discussed their day as they ate their meal and retired to the living room to watch some TV before going to sleep.

However, as Dean watched the television, he couldn't help but ponder over what his mother said.

Maybe this is just what happens when your hormones are changing. Dean thought and noticed his mother sitting up.

Dean's mom walked, leaned over him and said, "I'm getting tired; I think I'll turn in early tonight."

Once again, Dean caught a nice view of her cleavage but also notices her kiss seamed to linger longer than usual. She also slowly lifted herself back up and smiled devilishly at him before saying, "Have a good night son."

"Night mom?" Was all he could say as she sauntered away leaving him to ponder if it was just his imagination or was she really flirting with him?

Dean rolled the idea in his head for another half-hour before he ventures to his own room. But has he passed by his mother room, he could hear soft moans coming from behind the doorway. Pausing for a moment he listened, and it became obvious to him. His mother was masturbating.

Holy fuck. He thought. Oh I'd better scram before she knows I'm here, and tip toed to his room. Once inside he laid on his bed but the thought of his mom fingering herself was driving him crazy.

I wonder? He thought and quietly opened his door and strained to listen. Even though the sounds of pleasure that were coming from his mother's room were barely noticeable it was enough to kick his incestuous thoughts back into gear.

Dean slid his body down the doorway and rested his head on the door jamb. He pointed his ear towards the muffled whimpers and whines and jerked off to the subtle sounds he heard.

It wasn't long before her tone increase and become a little louder it was apparent she was about to cum, which sent him over the edge.

But as he exploded listening to his mother cumming he lightly heard her moan, "Oh Dean..."

Dean soundlessly shut his door and cleaned up before he crept into bed and fell asleep wondering if what his mother said was just his wicked imagination.