The Blind Struggle

Oh, I was thinking about it alright. I couldn't stop. I was thinking about my son touching my naked breasts, and it was making me hot. I squeezed my legs together, hoping he wouldn't notice.

I looked away as I said, "But it is a big deal."

He took another step closer. He was just a few feet away from me. Too close. I felt faint. My heart was racing. I made my legs move, and in a few steps, I sat down on my bed.

Adam turned toward me, looking down at me. I couldn't help but notice his form. My eyes took in my son's body and I swallowed a lump in my throat. When I reached his waist, I had to force my mouth to stay closed. There was a very obvious bulge in his jeans.

"I've already done it once," he explained.

I looked up at him. He was staring at me intently. I tried to say something, but my mouth was dry. He took a step toward the bed. My heart was pounding faster. I squeezed my legs together, feeling a heat building in my crotch.

Adam continued trying to convince me, "What's wrong with me helping?"

I tried to look away, but his gaze had me. I opened my mouth and whispered, "Everything."

He took another step closer. He whispered, "It's already been done."

I felt myself trembling. He was too close. His body towered over me and I felt like a little girl. I opened my mouth again. I had to tell him to go. He had to leave. I couldn't do this. But I was nodding instead. He took another step, and then I watched my son kneel down before me.

As I stared at my son, I felt myself becoming transfixed on his face. I noticed how soft the lines of his cheekbones were. He had my chin, and his father's thin lips. His eyes were a mesmerizing green, but as I stared at them, I realized that he had tinges of blue mixed in with the green. They were alluring.

For the first time in my life, I realized how attractive my son was. No, I realized how attracted I was to him. It hit me and I couldn't stop the flood of images that stalked my mind. His body beneath me, face writhing in pleasure. I squirmed at the thought, hot between my legs. My breath caught in my throat.

My arm reached out for Adam's face, but I caught myself before I touched him. I put it on the bed instead. I felt myself drawn to him in ways that I had never even felt for any of my boyfriends, or even my husband. It was unreal, this newfound fantasy. But this fantasy was real.

Adam let his eyes drop down to my breasts. I wasn't sure if my milk was soaking through the towel or not. He licked his lips. Shouldn't I be creeped out by that? Shouldn't I have some objection to my son salivating over my boobs? But no, I had none of that.

I had a twinge of fear in the back of my mind. It flared acutely, but then dissipated as my arousal took its place. A few seconds later, the terror receded to the deep recesses of my mind and I forgot about it.

The last vestige of my resistance showed up in the form of my hand moving to my breast, holding desperately to the towel. He looked up into my eyes and whispered, "Let me help you."

Adam reached out and gently pulled my hand away from my towel. I let it go and the edges of my towel started to drop away, threatening to expose me. I tried to catch it, but I couldn't move. He gently tapped the towel and it fell away from me. I felt cool air on my chest as my naked form was exposed to the air. Exposed to my son's lust filled vision. He leaned toward me. Then I felt a warmth at the base of my breast as a single finger caressed me. Good god!

I glanced at him and saw that he was staring at my breasts. I looked down and saw that both nipples were damp from milk. His finger moved, and my eyes closed without checking in with me. I didn't care. My body was on autopilot and I was lost. My head swam in a pool of ecstasy as my son slowly traced a circle around my breast. I shivered.

Adam added a second finger, going in opposite directions. My body flinched. The pressure in my breasts was growing, but so was the heat between my legs. I squeezed my thighs together, trying not to moan. I felt my head fall back as he continued to caress me. My hands were firmly planted on the bed, holding me upright.

His fingers started to draw smaller and smaller circles, converging on the center of my breast. I finally did gasp, unable to keep it in. Pleasure pulsed through my chest. I wanted him to drink my milk. I wish I could say it was solely for medicinal reasons, but it was far beyond that. I wanted my son to milk me. Did I seriously just have that thought? I moaned as his fingers drew a smaller circle, tracing lightly around the edge of my nipple.

I adjusted my hands on the bed to be more comfortable. I forced my eyes open and looked down to see my son's head hovering just inches away from my breast. I realized I had another opportunity to stop this charade, but my will wasn't strong enough. Instead of stopping it, I whispered, "Please."

Adam obliged. I stared at the top of his head as he moved forward. I felt the warmth from his lips on my nipple and I shivered. He was being extremely gentle. It was amazing. I felt his fingers continuing to circle my nipple while his lips drew closer still. My body tensed up, and I felt my heart accelerating. I had to squeeze my legs together again.

And then his lips finally found my nipple. I erupted with pleasure. I heard myself moaning loudly. His tongue flitted against my skin and his lips wrapped around it. "Oh, God!" I thought to myself. Or maybe I said it out loud. I had no idea. It was all blurred together.

Adam sucked gently, his lips opening and closing around the skin surrounding my nipple. I felt his tongue lightly flicking me. Suddenly his lips clamped down and he was sucking a little harder. I leaned my chest toward him, subconsciously. I moaned. It felt amazing to have my son sucking on my breast.

He sucked harder. My mouth opened in a silent moan. And I felt the fingers of his hand form a circle around my breast. I gasped, my pussy exploding with sensation. I had to squeeze my legs and keep them pressed together to stave off a growing orgasm.

My son squeezed gently with his hands, just as his lips pressed tight and he sucked even harder than he was. I felt like everything switched to slow motion. I shivered. My legs squeezed tighter. My pussy pulsed with pleasure. Adam moaned. And suddenly my breast was spraying milk into his mouth.

I stared down at his head and watched his lips sucking vigorously against my nipple, slowly draining the milk from my breast. I gasped. The relief was intense. In itself, it wasn't sexual. But the situation was so arousing, I thought I was going to have an orgasm right there.

I watched as my hands slowly surrounded Adam's head, twining fingers in his hair. I was encouraging him to continue by my actions and I didn't care. He sucked and squeezed, and my milk poured into his mouth. He swallowed everything. I didn't feel anything dribbling down my skin.

The pleasure between my legs was intense beyond belief. The erotic nature of the experience was carrying me to places I'd never been before. He continued to suck on my breast, relieving the pressure. I started pressing my thighs together repeatedly, feeling sensations in my pussy that were new to me. I gasped as he suddenly sucked harder. I felt a spray of milk flow from my breast. I was moaning openly.

Adam squeezed his hands around my breast one more time, and I felt a deluge of liquid stream out. He gagged briefly, but recovered. I shifted my hips and realized that I was rubbing my thighs together rather vigorously. I had an orgasm brewing inside of me that felt foreign. I let go of one hand on his head and moved it down to his back, massaging him. I hoped he took it as encouragement.

Finally my breast felt empty. I was panting as the pleasure rippled through my body. My pussy tingled as I continued to rub my thighs together. If we were sane, we would have stopped at that point. But Adam didn't hesitate for long before switching to my other breast.

His lips clamped down around my other nipple. There was no lag this time. My milk began to stream into his mouth the second his tongue flicked against it. I moaned loudly, squeezing his head. My legs pressed tighter together, still rubbing. My son drank my milk with suck after suck. The pressure in that breast was subsiding rapidly.

An orgasm erupted inside me, seemingly from nowhere. I hadn't realized it was so close. But I beckoned it once I knew it was there. I started shifting my thighs frantically, rubbing myself. I felt my skin pressing against my clitoris. Adam continued to drink the milk from my breast as my orgasm crashed into me.

"Ooooooh," I moaned. I couldn't keep it in. I squeezed my legs together tightly. Ripples of pleasure rammed into me. I gasped, my body bucking with spasms. Adam religiously drained the rest of my milk, the relief of pressure adding to the pleasure of my orgasm.

My body was humming as I came down from my orgasm. And Adam finally pulled away, panting. He was very much out of breath. I felt a dribble of milk run down my skin, but I didn't care. I was staring at him as he continued to kneel between my legs. My breath came in shallow gasps as the last remnants of my orgasm passed through me. It was intense beyond comparison.

I looked down at Adam and he was smiling at me. And then I collapsed backward. My back couldn't hold me up anymore. Every muscle was weak. My chest was free of pressure. My pussy was tingling with pleasure. And I was extremely content.

Slowly, Adam stood. I looked up at him and then traced my gaze down his beautiful body. I stopped at his crotch, now visible. I almost gasped. His erection was screaming through his pants. I felt horrible for causing that. And at the same time, I realized that I wanted to help him with it.

Our eyes met at the same time. He smiled nervously at me and I smiled back. He didn't move. It took me all of about eight seconds to make up my mind before I pushed myself upward with my arms. My body was still tingling with sensation, but I didn't let it slow me.

With steady hands, I reached toward Adam's waist and grabbed his belt buckle. He didn't try to stop me as I undid the buckle and unzipped his jeans. The last thing I tackled was his button, which was easier to release than I thought. And with that, there was only the lowering of his pants left. He helped me with that, and soon my son was standing in his underwear before me.

I couldn't help but lick my lips as I stared at Adam's bulging penis. I looked up at him and saw him staring at me. Without taking my eyes away from his, I reached out and slid two fingers into his underwear. A quick tug brought them down to his knees.

We continued to hold our gazes, despite the fact that I knew his raging hard-on was calling to me. Neither of us said anything. Finally, I tore my eyes from his and looked down.

I found myself staring at the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. It was perfect in every way. He had to be at least eight inches long, and almost two inches around. He was quite big. I licked my lips again. I had some level of resistance still in the back of my mind, but I pushed through it.

My head started moving forward before I told it to. And then my tongue was out, eagerly wanting to taste my son's penis. Two seconds later, my wish came true. My tongue slid along the tip of his erection. Adam moaned. Loudly.

His moan was the only signal I needed to push forward completely. I felt my lips part as his manhood entered my mouth. There was absolutely no way whatsoever that we were ever going back. Not only had I made love to my own son, but now I was giving him a blowjob. Willingly.

And then I was pumping my son's cock into and out of my mouth. I moved my hands around to his ass and used that as leverage to steer him better. I wanted him as deep as he could go. I don't even know why I had that thought, but I knew I wanted it.

Faster and faster I slid my lips along his erection. Each time I pushed forward, I tried to get to the end of him. But he was big. I gagged twice as I tried to figure it out, but in the end I worked out the best stroke to use and the best rhythm. He was moaning loudly by now, and I wasn't slowing.

I wanted my son to come in my mouth.

Faster I slid. It felt like a blur. My lips were wrapped tightly around the skin of his penis. I pushed forward, willing him deeper in my throat. I was close. I sped up. I was bobbing rapidly on his cock every few seconds. I heard him start to moan louder, and then his hands were in my hair.

That was my cue, so I started swirling my tongue around his cock while pushing forward and back. His penis penetrated between my lips over and over, going deeper each pass. I finally pushed all the way down to his skin, finding just the right angle. He gasped, grabbing my head.

"Mom, I'm close," he moaned.

I pumped faster. Come on baby. My legs tingled again. I tightened my lips a little harder around my son's cock, sliding up and down. He moaned again, but then I felt his body stiffen. I grabbed onto his buttocks tightly, forcing him as far into my mouth as he could go. I gagged, but held him. My tongue continued to swirl around his erection.

Adam started shaking and moaning as I held him deep inside of me. I felt his body tremble. I pulled back one last time, then thrust forward. And he exploded into me. I felt his cum jetting out of the tip of his penis and straight to the back of my throat. I quickly swallowed, but didn't let go. He came again, moaning, "Uhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn, oooh god."

I licked his penis again with my tongue, finally slowing down. He groaned as one final load shot out of his penis. I swallowed it eagerly and quickly. His cum tasted amazing. I had never tasted anything like it. It was almost... sweet.

Finally pulling my mouth away, I sucked in deep breaths of air while I caught my breath. Adam sat down on the bed next to me looking exhausted. I looked at him and saw him staring at me again. I couldn't help but smile at him. I had just sucked my son's cum into my mouth and liked it. No, loved it.

"Mom," he panted.

I grinned. "Hmm?" I asked.

"Fuck," he said.

"Shush, don't swear at your mother," I teased.

He grinned, "Right. Yeah. That's the biggest concern I have right now."

I smacked him and he laughed. Then I asked, "What actually is your biggest concern right now?"

"Uh," he started. Then he said, "To get you off."

My body reacted pleasantly to his words. He must not have realized that I had already had an orgasm. So I said, "I already did, sweetie."

He frowned at me, then looked away. Quietly, he said, "I guess I mean I want to make love to you."

It was as if I hadn't even had an orgasm. My pussy tingled at his words, and I found myself longing for my son's cock in my again. Oh fuck. I played it dumb and said, "Again? So soon?"

Adam looked down at my stomach, then traced his eyes all over my body. When he got back to my eyes, he nodded. "Yeah, so soon."

I felt a little surprised. I wasn't sure I completely believed him. But I wanted to. God, I wanted to. "You're serious?" I asked.

"Mom," he said, taking hold of my hand. "Look, I'm not done yet," he guided my hand down between his legs. I felt his penis, and it was still as hard as it had been. I opened my eyes wide. No way!

Adam didn't hesitate any longer. His lips were suddenly pressed against mine. And for the first time ever, I kissed my son. I mean kissed my son. I didn't try to resist any part of it. His tongue pushed its way between my lips and I moaned into him. I felt his lips opening and closing, and I responded in kind. He was an intense kisser, and it was turning me on like crazy.

I wrapped my arms around Adam's back as his body slid closer to mine. He put the full weight of his body on me and it felt perfect. I spread my legs to the sides, wrapping them around his waist. He continued to kiss me, a passion I never would have thought existed.

My eyes were closed. I continued to French kiss my son, not letting up for a second. I felt his legs between mine. I didn't want him to wait, so I pushed my hips downward, toward his. He gasped as his penis slid up against the outside of my vagina. I moaned into him, encouraging him to continue.

"Make love to me," I whispered.

His kissing turned even more passionate at my words. And then his hips were grinding against me. I felt the tip of his penis sliding next to my opening, and up against my clitoris. I moaned. But God I wanted him inside of me!

Adam pushed his penis right to my opening again, then slowed. I felt him there, hot against me. I was wet, almost sloppy wet. There was absolutely no resistance. Yet he held there. I decided to use my tongue to explore his mouth further. I lifted it up and rubbed it along the roof of his mouth. I guess that had an affect on him.

He suddenly exhaled through his nose, moaning. At the same time, he pressed forward and I cried out as his penis expanded into my pussy. It felt incredible. I was trembling. Everything was trembling. Even the bed, so it seemed. My son was inside me again, and it was one hundred times more intense than the last time we made love. I didn't know if I could take the pleasure that was erupting in me. I gasped. My arms wrapped around him. And we continued to kiss like teenage lovers.

I heard Adam's moaning coming closer and closer together, and he finally pulled back from our kiss. "Mom," he said, almost urgently.

I moaned again, then murmured, "What dear?"

Adam was slamming into me, again and again. I could hardly concentrate. My second orgasm was approaching rapidly, and there was no way I could stave it off.

He answered my question between thrusts, "I'm... not... wearing... any... protection!"

For a millisecond, I thought about stopping. But one more thrust from him sent the thought away. And then I didn't care. No, I did care. But somewhere, in the deep deep recesses of my mind, I wanted him to come in me. Oh fuck. I moaned out loud as a wave of pleasure stole my attention.

I wrapped my hands tightly around him. As the wave of pleasure subsided, I thought more about his warning. And what I realized was twisted beyond belief. I realized that I wanted my son to get me pregnant. Once the thought was there, I couldn't take it back. And I couldn't escape the crazy innuendoes that went with it.

I wanted my son to impregnate me.

I pushed harder against him, moaning loudly. I had no resistance left in me. I wanted him. I wanted him to explode inside of me. He already had once today, and I had swallowed it all. But I wanted it again where it counted. Where he could make me pregnant.

"Cum in me," I whispered. That was the first time I had ever uttered those words to anyone. Adam never slowed. He looked at me, but never slowed. His cock continued to penetrate me again and again. It was unbelievable. The sensation was extraordinary. The intensity was almost too much to bear. My orgasm was close. I felt myself going over the edge.

I wrapped my hands around Adam's back. "Do it," I whispered. "I'm going to come, too," I said, trying to entice an orgasm out of him.

My orgasm hit. Oh fuck, it hit hard. It was crazy. My body spasmed. The room shook. I felt tingles radiating from my pussy to every inch of my body. I was gasping and moaning at the same time. Adam continued to penetrate me over and over again, deeper. I screamed. "Cum in me, baby!" I said. I didn't even know where those words came from.

But Adam obliged. He thrusted forward just as my orgasm peaked with a vengeance. And his thrust brought his first torrent of cum. I felt it in me. It was searing hot. It blasted the inside of my pussy as my own orgasm crashed through me. I was rocking, shaking, vibrating with intensity. I heard myself moaning while the bed shook. I heard myself screaming while my son shot stream after stream of cum into my pussy. I was panting.