Masked Emotions

"You know," she leaned in further and whispered. "I'm not even wearing underwear."

It was the final straw. Not a revelation but hearing her say the words had my cock hardening. I pulled my groin back from her body lest she feel my erection. I had no idea what was really going on here, but something like that could damage our relationship irreparably. She was clearly vulnerable. The last thing she needed was an oversexed son with incestuous desires. Or was it? Was I that stupid? Hadn't everything she'd done over the last hours been a clear signal of exactly that?

"Well while we're being so honest with each other," I sniggered. "Neither am I!"

She giggled and rested her head on my shoulder and I could smell the perfume of her hair. I ran a hand over her back and stopped above the curve of her buttocks, my cock fully erect and I could only imagine how obtrusive it actually looked.

"It's funny," Mom whispered. "I could almost believe we really were lovers."

Her eyes looked up into mine and there were no more tears. Only an intensity that if she were any other woman I'd recognize as lust. Was it? It was now or never I decided. If it went wrong, I could blame the alcohol.

"Well then maybe I should make it even more convincing," I breathed and lowered my hand to caress her buttock. The reaction was immediate and ultimately convincing I'd done the right thing, her mouth falling open, eyelids heavy.

"Yesss," she sighed and her breasts pushed harder into my chest as I ran my middle finger down the length of her ass crack.

"I have something else to confess," I looked into her eyes.

"Anything," she struggled to voice, and throwing all caution to the wind, I pulled her body fully into me.

There was no going back. My hard-on pressed against her and there could be no mistaking what it was. No pretense of a fabricated relationship. A stark proclamation of a son's love for his mother. With cock against her belly and hand upon her ass, she could be in no doubt.

"Say it," she whispered and I wasn't entirely sure what. Helpfully elaborating. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you!" I declared. No blush this time. Confident in my taboo proclamation.

"Say it, Baby," she repeated, her breath more labored.

"I want to fuck you," I pressed my cheek to her's, breathing into her ear.

"Oh yes," she sighed and ground her body against me, the rock hardness of my cock digging into her soft flesh.

"I want to fuck you, Mom," I committed and her face turned, her lips running across my cheek to seek my mouth.

And just like that, we kissed. Before everyone. Batman and Catwoman kissing upon the dancefloor at a costume party. Tongues entwined. No one aware of the reality. We were mother and son. Locked in an incestuous embrace, just short of fornicating as I rubbed my dick against her near-naked body, my finger delving between her buttocks to feel the heat of her sex, her anus.

"Take me home," Mom murmured between my lips and I was more than eager, breaking our kiss and directing us from the crowded dancefloor.

"Ooh someone's in a hurry," Lady Godiva touched Mom's arm as we neared the entranceway and I surreptitiously pulled my cape around to shield the tower at my crotch. "Can't blame you, Sylvia," she added and winked at my mother, bidding her farewell. Behind her, Freddy Krueger watched on intently, in my mind clearly envious I was the one to take Catwoman home.

*

The drive home was excruciating. No stretched limo this, luxurious but not affording us the privacy we sought. Mom made do, however. Wrapping her gloved hand around my impressively erect cock and jerking me through the spandex. Her mouth upon mine, we kissed like excited teens and I noticed the driver adjust his rear-view mirror to better see the goings-on behind him. Let him watch, I thought as I removed my gloves and finally lay my bare hands upon her body. The nylon of her catsuit was silkier than I'd expected, her skin so soft and warm beneath. So frenzied was the action of her hand, so stimulating was the spandex around my cock that I could feel my orgasm approaching and abruptly ended the hand job before it was too late.

Mom wasn't deterred and I enabled her to climb up on my lap, looking down as her labia pressed onto the underside of my penis and slid herself along. The act causing my pre-cum to seep through the material of my costume. I ran my hands up her sides from hips to ribcage, delighting in the feeling, the intimacy, until finally, I held her breasts, cupping my mother's beautiful heavy boobs and running my thumbs across the engorged nipples.

Had I ever been so turned on? Had I always secretly desired her? Only her near-nudity finally awakening the illicit craving? And what about her? How long had she kept her tongue? It surely wasn't tonight this taboo was born. She'd planned this. For how long?

Questions would be answered, but not yet. With a hand squeezing her ass and the other attached to the tit, we all but fucked as the journey progressed, doing all I could to fight off the orgasm that longed to come. Mom didn't resist. Caring not for our audience, her mouth hermetically sealed to mine and she ground herself harder upon my erection, thrusting her groin in ever slowing repetition until she stopped entirely and I felt her shudder.

She bit into my tongue as I held her tight, feeling her climax as her body convulsed with pleasure. The heat upon my cock increased, spread as her dampness flooded my groin, a shower of mommy juice that darkened my costume and left no doubt the extent of a mother's love.

The driver called the address of our house and I hadn't even been aware how close we'd been to home until we were in the drive. It was then Mom came to her senses and I saw her face redden as she climbed from my lap, her eyes avoiding our chauffeur as she exited the car. There was a wait at the front door as Mom struggled to find the right key, my hand remaining on her back as if to break our connection could bring an end to our incestuous collaboration. I shouldn't have fretted.

By the time the door was opened and we were inside the family home, she was back upon me.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this," she confessed as her wet lips kissed my mouth, her tongue licking my lips, my jaw. I once more found her ass, quickly becoming my favorite of her body parts, and lifted her into my arms, carrying her down the hall to the kitchen. Upon the benchtop I planted her and kissed her neck, tugging her catsuit down over her shoulders and fully exposing her breasts. "Fuck me, Baby!" She demanded.

And who was I to deny her!?

With the swiftest of motions, I had my cape and cowl removed, Mom watching mesmerized as I tugged the spandex bodysuit down my body to reveal my nudity. Unashamed I stood before her as she'd only seen me as a boy. Now her man. Her lover. Her son.

There was a problem. As aroused as my mind was. As willing as my heart was to fulfill her desire and seal our incestuous coupling with penetration, a part of me wasn't playing along. With Mom's feet up on two separate stools, her legs spread to reveal her splayed sex behind the black nylon, as arousing a sight as there was; my cock, however, had lost its earlier rigidity. What a time for impotency to raise its head, or lower it as the case may be. Undeterred, I pulled myself into her and the heat of her body pressed against mine. Her large breasts, nipples proudly erect, molded into my chest. Again, we kissed. My hands exploring her back, her ass as on my toes, I ground my now flaccid cock against her damp crotch.

"What's wrong?" She was clearly aware of my frustrating situation and I exhaled loudly to signify my despair.

"I don't know. It's not you," I quickly added. Kissing her on the lips to emphasize the point. "I think it's this house."

"What!?" She smiled and again there was that endearing scrunching of her nose and it further deepened my love for her.

"I just feel like Dad's about to walk in from the living room."

"I told you, he's gone. We've nothing to worry about." Mom's hand worked down between us and still found my cock lacking. "I know. Do you want to go to your room?"

The idea had me enthused and she must have seen the result in my face.

"Okay. I have to pee anyway. Meet you there?" She proposed and I was already dragging her from the bench.

*

I sat naked and waiting on my old single bed. Feet on the floor I made a chopping motion at my penis, warning the little guy he'd better improve his game. And I thought of Mom. And yeah, my mind went there again. Peeing. And my cock began to stir. What the fuck was wrong with me? Not only had I in a matter of hours become incestuously involved with my mother. I'd seemingly developed a fetish for piss. With my cock slowly filling with blood, my quiet contemplation was interrupted by the return of my obsession.

"Can I come in?" She knocked on the door as it opened and my breath was taken.

She'd changed.

Gone was the bodystocking down around her waist, replaced by clearly Wizard of Oz-inspired, Dorothy lingerie.

"Mom!" I gasped as she entered and did a little turn to show off her outfit.

"It's Wizard of Oz," she needlessly informed me. "I was originally going to wear this tonight. Remember we used to watch it together?"

How could I forget? My most treasured memories of childhood. Cuddled with Mom on the couch each time it was on television. It was a tradition. It was intimate. Special bonding time between mother and son. And now. Now it was boner-inducing.

"Do you like it?" She smiled as she indeed witnessed the reaction she'd caused in at least my cock.

"I love it," I managed to whisper as I took in her beauty. White opaque thigh highs over ruby heels. The blue and white checked material of the bra that barely covered her nipples, let alone supported her breasts. And below. A micro skirt in the same material with a tiny white apron. Both see-through enough to spy her pussy bulge inside a white satin thong. My dick stood proudly to attention and she didn't need me to say any more, beaming as she approached and climbed once more upon my lap.

She didn't stop there. Pushing me back onto the bed, Mom crawled up over my chest before her knees were either side of my head, the heat and scent of pussy just above my jaw as I looked up expectantly.

"It's been such a big day," she acknowledged. "Is it okay if Mommy takes a seat?"

"Oh, fuck yes," I groaned as her already saturated gusset pressed into my face and I breathed in her perfume. I lifted my hands onto her back and then upon her buttocks, pulling her down harder onto my face, willing to suffocate in the heavenly scent of her vagina. "Mmmph," I attempted to verbalize how good she smelled, opening my mouth and slipping my tongue around the string of her panty to hopefully enter her fully.

In turn, Mom ground her groin upon my face. Nose, lips, and jaw used as her personal masturbation device as I felt a hand upon my belly and then wrap around my cock. Taking it in hand must have sparked a desire in her and suddenly she was off my face, turning her body above me to once more descend, this time her ass above my mouth. I took hold of the string of her thong and pulled it aside, exposing her puckered asshole and dripping pussy below and without thought, just as I felt my mother's lips wrap the head of my cock, pulled her butt down onto my face.

My tongue lapped at her most intimate opening before unconcerned, probing as far as would go.

"Ooh, you naughty boy," Mom slurped off my cock, giggling as she sat her buttocks down on my face to push my tongue even further into her hole. Back on my dick. A hand around the base cutting off the flow of blood and her mouth enveloping my length. I wrapped my arms up around her back and hugged her ass down onto me, again happy to be smothered by her weight. It was time. It was beyond time. I needed to be inside her.

Could she read my thoughts? Or was it just synchronicity? Either way, as I released her ass from my hold, she relinquished her possession of my cock and rose from my body. Fluidly, she fell back upon the bed, my frame going with her and moving between her spread legs before I paused. I wanted her naked. Without delay, my dick a tower of admiration, I reached for the skirt and thong and had them down her legs and off her body. Mom did the same with her bra and I looked upon her nudity. The stockings could stay on, I relented. To be honest, the white thigh highs and nothing else, about as hot a sight as I'd ever seen. I took her in. Mentally photographing the image of my naked mother awaiting my dick, her eyes fixed upon mine in quiet anticipation.

And I was upon her. I guided my cock to her labia and teased her folds with my swollen head. Pressing and massaging her clit with the dripping eye. She sighed as I lowered and allowed just the tip of my erection to enter her body, her arms reaching up to beg me to fall upon her.

"Come to me my baby," she whispered, almost pained as she willed my penetration. No more teasing. I fell upon her, inch after inch of my love entering her welcoming vagina, clasping me in a motherly embrace. Her thighs wrapped around my hips when my chest met hers and with eyes locked on each other's, I told her I loved her. The reaction was immediate and I felt her body shudder as it had done in the car. Was it that easy? Her eyes rolled in their sockets and her pussy quivered around my cock. Apparently so! The orgasm flooding my cock with extra lube which I used to begin my thrusting.

Her mouth open in a silent scream, I kissed her chin before pressing my lips to hers as she continued to cum. Just the very thought I was giving my mother multiple orgasms from so little effort on my behalf was arousing, my earlier dysfunction now a distant memory as over and over I thrust my cock inside her velvety enclave.

An arm behind her neck, a hand upon a boob, I kissed her mouth and she reciprocated, her tongue wrapping my own, drawing me between her lips to mimic my dick below. Faster I thrust and her thighs fell away from around my hips with the welcoming assault.

"Yes," she managed to sigh into my mouth as I penetrated deeper. Slapping my groin into her pelvis, the bed thumping against the wall. "Cum... in... me... Darling," she stammered as if aware I was approaching the point of no return, kind of proud of myself I'd even managed to last this long in the first place!

"Cum in me," she repeated as I brought my knees up to rest alongside her hips, looking down at my impressively long and glistening cock as it disappeared and reemerged from within my mother's body. "... and on me!" She added as I edged. "I want to see it!"

My laden balls slapping her buttocks and the mattress below, I could hold it no longer, and desiring nothing more than to fulfill her every wish, I began to cum. It was a lot. Even she could recognize that as her eyes widened with every spurt inside her. Three or four copious eruptions and I was withdrawing, immediately grabbing my cock and squeezing the base to build up the pressure before releasing and jerking myself off upon her belly. My breath held as I enjoyed every pleasurable spout, without doubt, the best orgasm of my life.

Mom was up on her elbows watching the show with the greatest of interest. Fascination upon her face as over and over I emptied my load upon her flesh. And then she took over. Milking the last of my cum, squeezing the final drop onto her thumb, and taking it into her mouth, a cheeky, almost embarrassed look coming to her angelic face.

"That was..." I struggled to come up with the words.

"Beautiful?" Mom finished my sentence so eloquently, smiling.

"You're beautiful!" I declared and fell down upon the bed beside her, kissing the mouth that had just swallowed my cum, her hand massaging the remainder of my deposit into the skin of her belly, down over her bald pubis to cup her overflowing pussy.

"So, what now?" Mom sighed as I wrapped an arm under her head, kissing her shoulder, the side of her neck.

"Hmmm," I whispered. "Well, the second I get hard again," my dick already swelling at the mention. "We're going to fuck."

She giggled. "I mean, between us."

"Oh. I guess I'm moving back home!" I proposed and her face noticeably lit up.

"You mean it?"

"Yeah, why not?"

"It wasn't just a one-time thing? Maybe because of the costumes?"

"You're not wearing one now!" I highlighted and then drew her attention to my erection, literally swelling before our eyes. "It's not the outfits Mom. It's you. I love you."

Clearly joyous, she pulled me atop her and kissed my mouth, my dick finding its own way to the entrance of her leaking pussy.

"I did like us wearing them though," she sighed as I slid my cock slowly into her cum filled hole.

"We'll just have to find another reason for us to dress up then," I whispered as I kissed her breast, an idea immediately popping into my head. "Ooh, I just remembered what's on next weekend."

"What?" she purred as I kissed my way to her mouth.

"Comic-Con!" I divulged as my pubic bone met hers.

*

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