Masturbating with Mother

Annette grunted lewdly as she came for the first time that evening. Her climax burst over her in wave after wave of blissful release. She settled back down momentarily and continued to watch the mature woman being debauched by a succession of lovers. Annette fervently wished it was she who was being royally fucked by a string of young men, and was soon writhing in the throes of yet another squelching orgasm.

Later, after Annette had temporarily sated her lust, she walked bare foot and naked to the bathroom for a shower. As the fates would have it, Ian chose precisely that moment to visit the toilet and appeared on the landing at the same time as his nude mother.

'Oh!' Annette cried in surprise when she saw her son in her path.

Ian was just as surprised, not so much by his mother's presence, but by her lack of clothing. He had ample time to take in the true physical beauty of his mother's body. She had thrown herself wholeheartedly into a fitness regime shortly after his father had left, and the results were exceptionally pleasing to his eye.

Ian gaped at his mother's small, round breasts with the cute upturned nipples that were surrounded by the dark coins of her areola. Her tummy was soft and ever so slightly rounded, not over done with musculature that Ian found distasteful, but just perfect in his eyes. Her waist was narrow and her hips broad, which gave Annette's body the sexually alluring curvature that Ian loved in a mature woman. His eyes lingered for a long moment on the dark shadow of his mother's pubic bush and then he simply drank in the sight of Annette's dancer's legs.

In the few moments that Annette and Ian spent on the landing together, Annette experienced a thrill of excitement when she came to the realisation that her son was actually checking her out. Just for the blink of an eye, Annette actually struck a pose for her son's benefit. She made no attempt to cover her nudity. She was proud of her body; she'd worked bloody hard in the gym and knew she was in the prime of her physical peak. Her nipples stiffened suddenly and her already used and abused cunt clenched with renewed lust.

Then with her green eyes locked with his, Annette moved past her immobile son and she closed the bathroom door behind her.

Annette showered and thought about Ian's facial expression as she'd stood so proudly on the landing a few moments earlier. His eyes had roved over her body and his face had a hungry look that somehow Annette found exciting.

'No,' she said out loud as the water cascaded down her body. 'He's your son… It isn't right to think about him like that. It's sick and perverted.'

Annette's mind was troubled as she lay on her bed again after drying off. Ian's face kept popping into her mind's eye. That look… his eyes…

'Oh God,' Annette groaned as her fingers worked at her sex again. 'I want to fuck… I'm desperate for a cock… Ian… Ian, my son…'

Annette's sob burst from her throat as her climax erupted with such vehemence and her juices slid from her body to stain the sheet below the crack of her buttocks. It had been the forbidden fantasy of her own son mounting her that caused Annette's orgasm to flash and mushroom through her senses.

The characters in the film she'd watched earlier were replaced in her fogged mind by herself and her son. Annette imagined Ian's cock splitting her labia just before he penetrated her clamouring sex. She saw herself, supine and wide legged as her son looked into her eyes, with his cock filling the void between her thighs, and then he lowered his face to hers as they shared a lovers' kiss.

'No!' Annette cried out in anguish. 'No, it's so fucking wrong…'

The guilt curled insidiously around inside Annette's guts and she felt suddenly sick. She vowed never to think of Ian in that way again… Never, it was just too perverted.

***

Over the next few days, Annette struggled to keep her vow. Inevitably, late in the evening, Annette would find herself lost in a reverie where she fantasised about sex. Try as she might, however, she couldn't get her son out of her mind. He popped up unbidden, and Annette would eventually succumb to the vile, hated images and use the fantasy of incestuous fucking to slave her burning lust.

Then, one evening Annette found herself outside Ian's bedroom door. She was naked and her limbs trembled with trepidation at what she was about to do. A portion of her consciousness knew that she was about to commit an irreversible sin, but she was in a place where logic couldn't reach. She was helpless to resist, and no force could stop her. She hadn't come to any decision about what she was doing, it just 'happened' to her.

Without knocking Annette opened the door to Ian's room. He looked up over the top of his book and his mouth gaped open when he saw his mother's body again.

'I need a DVD,' Annette murmured and walked to her son's bedside.

'Uh, sure…' Ian couldn't help but stare right at Annette's vulva. His mother had trimmed her bush since the inadvertent meeting on the landing, and Ian could clearly see the loose skin of her labia as the outsized lips dangled enticingly.

Ian's cock stiffened quickly as his mother picked a disc from his collection. She had turned her back to him and was bending slightly; the view of her inverted heart shaped backside was mouth watering.

'Can I have a preview?' Annette asked and slid the disc into the DVD player without waiting for any response.

Ian shifted over on his bed when his mother sat down next to him. He could smell the perfume that wafted across his senses, and felt the heat of her body from the close proximity of her.

'Oh, God,' Annette murmured. 'These women are so lucky…' She turned to her son and smiled at him.

Then it was Ian's turn to murmur, 'Oh, God.' His mother had opened her legs and was stroking herself absently between her thighs.

'Sorry,' she whispered. 'I just can't help myself… Do you mind?'

Ian couldn't reply. He was stunned. What was going on? It was a dream. His mother couldn't be…

Annette's groan brought Ian back to reality. His mother had now spread her long, lean legs wide and she was rubbing her clit urgently.

'Mum,' Ian croaked and was silenced by the heavy lidded look of lust on his mother's face when she looked at him.

'Jesus,' Ian sighed unable to draw his eyes away from his mother's busy fingers.

Annette held the pink curls of her labia wide with one hand while her fingers diddled at her clitoris. Ian swallowed hard when he saw the shocking red core of his mother's sex. Her flaps were so big… her cunt looked inflamed… and it was juicing.

'Why don't you play too, baby,' Annette whispered throatily. I've seen you masturbate before… You've seen me… Let's just do it together.'

'Mum, I can't,' Ian began and was silenced when a grunt of pure animal lust broke from his mother's throat. It was that sound and the look on his mother's face that broke him. He fumbled with his belt and zip, but eventually his jeans were off and his cock was standing hard and proud.

'Show me how you do it, baby,' Annette croaked. The sight of her own son's erect cock sent a burst of desire through her body and her insides clenched and convulsed in response.

Ian sat on the bed next to his mother with his stiffness in his fist. The film was forgotten entirely since he was focussed entirely upon his beautiful mother and her scarlet cunt. He wanked hard as he heard the obscene squelching of Annette's fingers as she flashed her oily digits in and out of her sex.

'Mum, this is so, so hot,' Ian groaned. 'I…I…'

He was lost for words. There was nothing he could say that could describe what he felt at that moment. His mother was beautiful. To see her in such rapture was too sublime for words. Her body… the noises…

'Shit,' Ian grunted as his semen arced high and landed thickly on his tee shirt.

'Yes, baby!' Annette cried. 'Show me the hot stuff...'

Annette's climax bolted through her as she watched enthralled as spurt after hot spurt of her son's goo erupted from his cock.

'That's so bad,' she whispered… 'I can't believe it… My baby boy's cum…'

Annette's orgasm began to subside and immediately she was assaulted by guilt.

'What have I done,' she whispered. She turned to Ian whose semen was pooled on the front of his tee shirt. She saw the shock in his eyes. It was though he was waking from a dream.

'Mum…'

'I'm so sorry, Ian,' Annette wailed as the full realisation of what had just happened hit her like a hammer blow. 'It was wrong of me… I'm so, so sorry.'

'But,' Ian reached for his mother's hand; too late to stop her, and she ran from his room as the sobs began.

***

Ian pushed the door open and walked to his mother's bedside. The light from the hall spilled into the room and Ian saw his mother turn to look at him.

'Oh, Ian… What did I do?'

Annette sighed heavily and Ian's heart went out to his mother. He hated to see her like this. He would do anything to make her feel better. He sat on her bed and gently stroked his mother's cheek with the back of his fingers.

'It's okay, Mum, honestly,' he whispered. 'It isn't your fault.' Ian struggled to find the words. 'Dad leaving… it hasn't been easy for you. None of it.' He bent and kissed his mother's face. 'What we did tonight…'

'No, Ian… please,' Annette groaned. 'I went too far. It was bad and… and… sordid. I'm so sorry to do that to you… To do what I did in front of you… It fills me with shame.'

'I thought you were beautiful,' Ian whispered. 'You're far more attractive than those women in the films…'

'But I'm your mother, Ian,' Annette hissed insistently. 'You shouldn't have seen your own mother like that. It's not right, it's not normal, for God's sake.'

'Who did we hurt?' Ian asked. 'No one,' he answered the question himself. 'I thought you were beautiful and it made me feel good to watch you.'

Annette looked at her son in the gloomy light. His words made sense. Who had they hurt? No one saw them together. There was no one to judge. Annette felt a surge of elation and threw her arms around her son.

'Thank you, Ian,' she sniffed as tears of joy welled up. 'I feel so much better.' She kissed her son's cheek. 'Our secret, eh?'

Ian smiled at the happiness in his mother's voice. 'Our secret, Mum; sure.'

***

Annette passed Ian's bedroom door the following evening and heard the unmistakable sound of a movie soundtrack coming from the slightly ajar door. She pushed the door open and saw Ian with his thick cock in his fist.

'Come in,' he grinned. 'Come in and play.'

Annette's pussy reacted instantly. Her nipples ached insistently and Annette was suddenly gripped in the vice like grip of lust once again. Where was the harm? She asked herself even as she was pulling her tee shirt over her head.

'Take all your clothes off, Mum,' Ian smiled broadly. 'You may as well get completely comfortable.'

Annette stripped and joined her son on his bed. She opened her thighs and felt the softness of her vulva under her fingers. She lifted the hood of her clit and hissed sharply at the tingling rush of pleasure she felt.

'Is that good?' Ian asked as he stroked his cock slowly. 'Does it feel good to finger yourself like that?'

'Oh, baby yes,' Annette purred in reply. 'Does your cock feel good when you pull it?'

'Sure it does,' Ian laughed. 'It gets stiff and I just love to play with it.'

'Some lucky girl is going to have a lot of fun with that lovely, thick cock, darling,' Annette whispered.

Somehow, despite the deeply intimate situation between Mother and Son, Ian felt embarrassed by his mother's reference to sex.

'You've gone red!' Annette laughed, incredulous at her son's perversity. ''I'm naked and masturbating in front of you; you've got a hard cock in your fist and you're embarrassed by me mentioning a girlfriend…'

'It's different, Mum,' Ian insisted. 'Besides,' he went on slowly, a sudden curling in his stomach at what he was about to say, 'I don't think I'll find a girl as beautiful as you.'

Annette stopped rubbing her sex abruptly. There was a definite shift in the atmosphere of the room and her heart began to thump in her chest. She had rationalised what she and Ian had done, and were doing again right then. Somehow their secret had become a game; a delightful interlude and a distraction. She had convinced herself that masturbating in the company of her son was okay; that she could control it… but now she saw what had been obvious and inevitable from the outset.

'Ian, I…' Annette began.

'Touch me, Mum,' Ian said simply. He had no real idea of the timing, but he sensed on some level that now was the time. If his mother had any further time to think, then she would doubt and he'd lose her. The fun would end. He knew it would be that way, and so he invited his mother to touch his hard cock.

'Touch me, please… I want you to.'

The seconds lengthened. Annette looked into her son's eyes and saw his determination. She glanced at his cock, so stiff in his fist, so stiff and so mouth-wateringly thick.

Ian lay immobile and willed his mother to touch his cock. He held his breath, scared that the slightest movement would shatter the fragile moment, and that she would bolt like a startled deer.

Annette stared at Ian's member. If she touched him there would be no going back. The bridge of incest would be crossed and there would be no chance of ever re-crossing to this side. Time stood still for Annette. She studied her son's penis. She saw every vein that criss-crossed the shaft and gave it such a knobbly appearance. She looked at the big, bulge of the dome and wondered absently what it would feel like on her tongue. She noticed a tear of precum that leaked from the eye of the cock and felt the reciprocal oiling of her own traitorous sex.

She looked up from Ian's lovely weapon, over his hard, muscled chest and up into the sweet blue pools of his eyes. His face was a mask of concentration and Annette felt an arterial burst of love and affection for her son.

Even though she knew it was a social sin and morally vile, Annette slowly, almost imperceptibly reached out and wrapped her fist around her son's cock shaft.

The breath whooshed from Ian's mouth and he gasped as his mother gripped his cock tightly in her fist.

'Mother…' he murmured quietly. 'Mum…'

'Hush, baby,' Annette crooned. 'Let me feel you in my hand. It's what you wanted… Let me feel the thickness of you. Let me feel your lovely cock.'

Ian swallowed heavily as his mother's fist rose and fell, up and down the length of him. He looked at Annette's profile and saw the concentration etched on her features as she slid her hand over her son's rock hard penis.

Then, after a sideways glance at Ian, Annette abruptly took the head of the cock into her mouth.

'Fuck,' Ian grunted in shock and surprise. 'You're sucking me… You're really doing it.'

Annette let her son's cock spring from her lips. 'Yes, baby,' she smiled. 'We've gone too far. There's no going back and I may as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb.'

Annette slurped over the big dome of her son's glans for a few more moments. The spongy texture felt divine on her tongue and she instantly regretted all the tears she'd wasted on her absentee husband when she could have been enjoying the sublime pleasure of sucking another man's cock.

'You taste so fucking good,' Annette swore enthusiastically when she momentarily released her son's penis from her wet mouth. 'I want you to fuck my mouth… Let me swallow your cum.'

Ian groaned and held his mother's head as she slobbered eagerly at his penis. He couldn't believe that she was actually doing it. His own mother… Sucking his cock! Would she go any further? Would she actually fuck her son?

Ian lifted his mother's head from his lap and looked at her face. He saw smears of syrup across her cheeks where his cock head had rubbed against her skin as Annette had licked his heavy balls a few moments ago.

Annette grinned wickedly and moved up to kiss her son. Ian was surprised when his mother's tongue pushed into his mouth. He tasted his cock on her tongue and felt the jolt of desire in response to his mother's wanton depravity.

'Kiss your mother, you bad boy,' Annette giggled and pushed her tongue back into Ian's mouth again.

Now that she had crossed the incestuous threshold, Annette let all her earlier inhibitions and misgivings go. She set the limiting emotions fly away and rejoiced in her moment of freedom. Society's morals be-damned, she was a sinner now, and she intended to enjoy herself while she had the chance. There was no telling what may happen in the future, and so Annette was totally prepared to cut loose and enjoy her son's virility.

Annette released her son and lay back on his bed. She opened her thighs and showed him the sticky, red heat of her sex.

'Lick Mummy's nasty cunt,' she whispered lewdly, and peeled her loose labia apart.

Annette sighed hugely as Ian nuzzled into her molten core. She guided him around her body; directing where to lick, where to kiss and how to use his fingers against her so that she received the most pleasure.

'I'm coming, baby,' Annette groaned shortly after. 'You've licked your mother to orgasm, you beautiful, beautiful man.'

Ian looked up with a sticky smile from between his mother's thighs. He saw the look of rapture on Annette's face and felt a burst of pride at his achievement.

'I want you to do that to me again and again,' Annette said quietly as she basked in the rosy afterglow of her climax. 'I want you to come to my bed and be my lover from now on… but now…'

Annette eased her rump along the bed until her son was knelt between her legs. He looked down at her and Annette simply nodded to him. She took his cock in her hand and eased the tip of it to her burning opening.

Ian swallowed yet again and felt the heat from his mother's body as his cock bumped against her vulva.

'Fuck me,' Annette whispered, and with a soft, drawn out groan, Ian felt the heat of her grip his shaft as he slid an inch or two into her body.

'Mum, you're so hot… so tight around me… God, it's gorgeous.'

'It's been so long since I had a man inside me,' Annette panted as she took her son completely. 'You feel so big inside… Fill me with your cock, fill me with it.'

Ian grimaced with the incredible sensations his mother's clasping insides were causing along the length of him. He was sure he was going to shoot at any second and he desperately tried to force the impending surge away.

'I love you, Mum,' he grunted as his seed burst from him, and Ian kissed his mother hard as he filled her with his goo.

'Oh my, God Ian,' his mother called when she felt the burst of hot liquid inside her. 'Come for me… Do it to me…' Then her voice was abruptly silenced as her new lover kissed her.

***

Annette never did find a boyfriend. She didn't bother looking as it happened. She had her virile new lover to take care of her physical needs, and it wasn't too long before Ian was taking care of her emotional needs as well.

It got to the stage where Annette decided that it was time she moved on, so after consulting her son, she sold the house and they both moved to the North of England where they set up home together; openly living as a modern unmarried couple. The age difference raises a few eyebrows, but nothing like they would be raised if only Annette and Ian's secret were known.