Latent Desires - Chapter 3
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Hetero, Drug, Incest, Reluctant
Previous parts to this story - Chapter 1, Chapter 2
Wiping my hands on the sheet, I jumped from the bed with renewed energy, like a child running to the Christmas tree on that special morning. My son would be my savior. Throwing on a black silk robe that ended three inches above my knee, I tied the sash and flung open my bedroom door. When I reached Mike's bedroom, the door was closed. I gently knocked.
"Mike, you awake?"
"Wh-What?! Oh yeah!"
"Can I come in?"
Not waiting for a reply, I opened the door and saw Mike dive under the cover. I stood startled, perusing the room. His sneakers, shirt, and jeans were lying on the floor. His socks and briefs too. Mike was naked!
Turning to leave, I stopped with my toes facing Mike and my chest away from him, twisted like a pretzel. Why is he naked? I thought. Resting or...? Could he have been jerking off? Did I catch him rubbing his hard cock? Adding to my contortionism, I looked over my shoulder. Mike was sitting against his headboard holding the cover to his chest. My eyes quickly dropped lower, but his raised knees made the blanket look like a ski slope.
It was strange that Mike didn't say anything. He just stared at me with wide eyes. And those eyes got wider when I uncoiled and walked towards him. He shifted uneasily under the cover.
"I want to talk to you about what happened before ... you know, when you saw me in the foyer," I said.
"Mom, you don't have to explain."
His eyes traveled to my body and I clutched the robe closed. "I do. You see ... um ... well, it's just that..." I didn't know what to say. I couldn't tell him that I wasn't sexually attracted to his father ... that I had a night of sex planned with the help of a potion. Shit, the potion, I thought. I forgot about that. It's doing it to me again. I gotta leave. I can't feel this way in front of Mike. Oh god, he is so handsome. My stare burned into the blanket where his cock would be -- wishing I had x-ray vision. Is he hard? I thought. His cock is so close and I know he's naked. Was he jerking off? I gotta know or I'll die.
Looking back to my son's face, I asked, "What were you doing when I came in?"
Mike's eyebrows shot up. His eyes darted from right to left and up and down, anywhere but at me. His breathing quickened. But his mouth remained closed.
"Were you ... you know, masturbating?"
"Mom!"
"I just wanna know. I wanna know if, when you saw me like I was, if you needed to do it. That's all."
"Mom, I can't talk about this."
"I just wanna know if you found me as sexy as I find you."
"What! What do you mean you find me sexy?"
Shit, I didn't mean to say that. The potion caused the Freudian slip. "Look, all I meant was that you are a young man who is in the prime of his sexual life and the way I was dressed..." Damn-it, I was making it worse. Why do I keep talking about sex? I thought. How am I going to get out of this mess?
My thighs rubbed together, causing the fishnets to make a satiny sound. Then I remembered I was naked under the robe, except for the stockings and garter belt. My son was lying next to me naked under the cover and I was sitting on his bed naked under my robe. The thought of that, in combination with the potion, caused me to clench my pussy and shudder. Mike looked at me. He saw that, I thought, blushing.
I wanted ... no needed ... to thrust a finger inside my pussy. The potion had not worn off. But that's why I was in Mike's room. I couldn't masturbate in front of him so it was a clever way of fighting the potion. All I had to do was kill time until the potion wore off. I needed to talk about anything but sex.
"So, how's school?" I asked. "Any hot dates lately?"
Shit, I did it again. Why did everything I say revolve around sex? It was the potion. It was also how Mike looked. He was so cute hiding under the cover. I wished I was one of the coeds in his college. I'd show him the time of his life. There I go again, I thought, thinking about sex.
"Mom, I met a few girls."
"Did you have sex with them?" My hand flew to my mouth, clamped over it. Mike stared at me wide-eyed. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that. Please forgive me."
"Um, okay."
I felt an attraction toward Mike that was overwhelming. He was so mature. He forgave my foolishness. He was the strong one. I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around him, hugging his face to my chest. His rippling muscles were hard, so unlike his father's flabbiness. I caressed his solid back with one hand, my other on the back of his head, holding him to me tight. His warm breath tickled my soft skin. My breast! I thought. His face is inside my robe ... against my breasts. I'm pressing his cheek to my naked breast.
About to push him away and close my robe, I hesitated. It felt too good. For years I had wanted to hold Mike like this, but as a growing teenager any attempt at intimacy embarrassed him. But now I had my beloved son in my arms; and I wasn't about to let him go. If he tried to break free I'd allow it, but he didn't. In fact, I felt his face nuzzle against my warm breasts.
My chin dropped, bringing my lips to his wavy black hair. The strawberry scent of his shampoo permeated my nostrils and filled my entire body with lust. I kissed just the tips of his hair, teasing my lips, while inhaling deeply. And then my mouth smashed into the top of his head while my hands pulled him closer to me.
I heard a moan, not knowing if it came from me or him. I hoped both. My kisses continued all over his head and then down the side until his ear received the same treatment. My lips captured the top of his ear and I sucked noisily. I wanted more. I wanted to taste my son. On autopilot, my tongue pushed into his ear and wiggled. This time the moan definitely came from Mike so I continued the onslaught.
My tongue froze inside Mike's ear. Was my mind playing games or did I just feel...? Oh god, there it was again. A soft, almost imperceptible kiss, and then another, and yet another as each progressively got more determined.
"Aahhh," I sighed as the softness of Mike's wet tongue slid against my flesh. "Oh, baby, do it," I cried out, fingers tangled in his hair and my eyes closed.
Nudging his head, his lips brushed my naked flesh and then I had him where I wanted him. Mike's lips parted and gently captured my erect nipple. A jolt of electricity shot through my body as his teeth gently bit. But it was nothing compared to the tidal wave that followed as his tongue flicked the already hard nipple. I abandoned his ear, unable to hold the weight of my head as it fell, my chin slamming into his back, his shoulder digging into my neck. My body shuddered and tensed and shivered.
My hand cupped the back of his head as he suckled my breast. His head twisted so I held on tighter. No matter how hard I tried, it was a losing battle. His head jerked back. Our eyes met, mine pleading, ready to cry.
"I couldn't breathe," he said softly.
I was so happy. Mike wasn't rejecting me. Cupping his face in my hands, I pressed my lips to his. Our tongues met inside his mouth like lovers. Our lips smashed so hard I felt teeth behind them. Saliva drooled down my chin. One hand slid to the back of his head while the other shoved the cover down. Pushing Mike onto his back I located the edge of the bed cover with my foot and extended my leg. As soon as the cover cleared our bodies, I dropped down on him, sandwiching his hard cock between our bellies. The sash was still tied, but the robe had opened both above and below it. His scalding dick heated my skin.
I had forgotten about the potion, my rational mind overtaken by lust. I felt emptiness in my pussy, a need driving me. Shimmying up Mike's body, I paused when my clit slid over his hard cock. I pushed down, wiggling my pelvis, the length of his dick parting my labia, grinding against my clit. I stopped moving and held Mike tight. His body thrust up, smashing his cock against my clit. Biting my lower lip, my face scrunched as I tried to hold back my climax. I wanted more, much more!
Sitting up with a knee on either side of Mike's prone body, our eyes met. This time his were the pleading ones. His eyes dropped to my chest and then lower. His hands paused at my belt. He looked up again, and I nodded. After pulling it apart, his arms dropped to his sides. Looking down, I saw what he saw. My tits were standing out proudly, my nipples harder and longer than I had ever seen them, and my parted legs and arousal caused my pussy to be open. Shrugging my shoulders, the silk garment slid down my back and off my arms. I tossed the robe aside leaving me naked except for the garter belt and fishnets.
I lifted up a little -- and time stopped! Mike and I were suspended in what seemed like a parallel universe. Both naked on his bed with me straddling his hips, his twitching cock continually bumped against my spread pussy. It was surreal. As if in a dream, my hand reached between my legs, grabbing his hard cock. I pulled it towards me, the fat cock-head brushing my clit. But I didn't stop there. My slit functioned like a track, guiding my son's dick to the target. And then the tip made contact with my wet hole and slipped inside. My body shuddered and my pussy clenched to make sure it didn't escape. I sat down, his hard cock sinking in deep. My orgasm was like an earthquake, causing my body to tremble with a magnitude Charles F. Richter never envisioned when introducing his scale.
Opening my eyes, I saw the fear in Mike's face. "I came," I said softly, finding little energy left to speak. The sides of his mouth curled into a smile, and his face beamed with pride.
I began slowly rocking, Mike's cock sliding partially out when I leaned forward and sinking back in when I sat back. I was glad I was on top because my pussy was so sensitive it couldn't bear anything more intense. Mike's fingers dug into my fleshy hips, pulling me to him as his lower body jerked up. Seeing the urgency on his young face, I tried to accommodate his need, but it felt like a cattle prod inside me igniting nerve endings I never knew existed. It simply was too uncomfortable.
Mike's eyes and mouth opened wide when I slid backwards, his cock popping from my pussy and smacking against his belly. But before he could speak, I scooted down his body until my face hovered over his twitching cock. Grabbing the slimy cock, I hesitated momentarily before shoving it between my lips and glancing up. Mike's eyes closed instantly, a long sigh passing over his parted lips.
I had never tasted myself, but now my active tongue greedily licked my tangy fluids off Mike's cock. My head bobbed up and down, lips dragging over my son's cock, obscene slurping noises occasionally replaced with gagging. I was obsessed, a madwoman, the potion turning me into a slut. Sometimes the cock entered my throat causing me to pull completely off until my choking stopped, but then I instantly swooped down again, gobbling the cock as if it would evaporate if left unsheathed.
I heard Mike from far away. He was saying something, but his words were drowned out by the noises my mouth made in my lust-induced state. His hand found my head, but I wasn't going to stop. Then his fingers curled, capturing my hair. He tugged, but I swatted his hand away. And then a blast of sperm filled my mouth. I automatically swallowed just in time for the next offering. My head froze in place, my fingers wrapped around Mike's cock feeling it throb with each ejaculation. The force of each diminished until the last of his semen dribbled onto my tongue. I had never let anyone cum in my mouth, but now my cheeks hollowed as I sucked the rest of my son's sperm out while swiping my tongue over the tip, savoring it like a fine wine.
"Mom ... I tried to ... to ... warn you," Mike said, gasping for breath between words.
"I know."
I crawled up next to Mike and rested the side of my face on his chest. My head moved up and down with his breathing like a small boat in the middle of the ocean. I draped one arm over his body and felt at peace.
After a while, movement caught my eye. Mike's cock never lost its stiffness and was twitching. Sliding my lips down his body as I turned around, I left wet kisses over his belly until I reached his cock, and then I flicked it with my tongue. It bounced and smacked me in the face. I was about to chuckle when I felt Mike hoist my left leg over his body. Looking over my shoulder, I saw his hands grab my thighs and pull me towards him and then push my legs apart.
"Oh god!" I cried out when his mouth contacted my pussy.
I quickly stuffed his cock into my mouth, muffling my next scream as his tongue licked from my clit to pussy hole -- again and again, in long sweeps. I moaned around his cock, trying to suck it, but was too consumed by the pleasure I was receiving. I felt Mike's strong hands shifting my body and then holding it still. His thumbs pulled my labia apart and then ... nothing. I remained still with his cock inside my mouth thinking, Ohmigod, he's looking inside my pussy. But then my head jerked back when his tongue thrust inside me. I dropped my head onto his thigh, his hard cock touching my face.
Mike's tongue jabbed into me like a rattlesnake striking again and again. My hips rocked, my pussy smashing against his face. His hands moved on my buttocks, and then his fingers sunk into my ass-crack seeking a better grip. I was really bouncing on his face now, holding his cock in my fist for dear life while my other hand clutched the bed sheet. I felt his fingertip against my asshole and then it pushed inside.
That's all it took. I saw stars as I climaxed again. Mike's tongue never let up as I ground my pussy on his face while his finger fucked my ass. I screamed. I cursed. I bit my tongue. I pounded the bed. I gripped my son's cock in a tight fist. My head tilted back as tears of joy ran down my cheeks, mingling with sweat. And then it ended, my body limp, my head dropping, my cheek crashing onto Mike's thigh, my breathing ragged, lying upside down on my son's body with my legs spread wide in front of his face -- and not caring! Opening my eyes languidly, Mike's hard cock came into focus. Stretching my neck, I kissed it and realized I was right -- his cock was bigger than his father's. I remembered it being inside me not long before and I desired it again. I dragged my left leg across Mike's face and rolled onto my back. We lifted our heads simultaneously and made eye contact. We both smiled. Reaching out, I grabbed his cock and stroked it lovingly, rubbing my cheek against his leg.
We lay there silently until his face broke into a broader smile. Mike got onto his knees, his cock slipping from my grasp. He pulled my leg towards him and climbed over it. On his knees between my spread legs with his hard-on pointing at me ... he waited. After all that had happened I didn't think it necessary, but I nodded just the same.
Mike leaned forward, putting his weight on his left elbow and shifting up a little. I stared into the face above me, at the little boy I loved so much who had grown into a man. My eyes slowly closed and my mouth opened with a sigh as his cock pressed against my pussy-lips. I automatically spread my legs further apart, opening myself to him, inviting him in. And then it slid into me, slowly filling me up, joining us like no mother and son should. But I wasn't thinking that way. I loved Mike -- more than as a mother -- and what better way to pronounce that love. He sunk in deeper, and deeper still, painstakingly slowly. I had expected it to be a hard thrust, but I got just the opposite. He'd push an inch in and then wait. After what seemed an unbearable amount of time, I only got another inch. What was he doing? Was he giving me a chance to change my mind?
After the fourth inch we both knew there was no turning back. Raising my knees and digging my heels into the mattress, my pelvis shot up, forcing the full length of his cock into me. As gravity pulled my ass back down, my legs rose and locked around Mike's body, bringing him with me. We crashed onto the mattress as one, with me grunting from the force. Our pubic hairs were now entwined -- I had all of him inside me.
My legs slid off his body and fell with a thud onto the mattress. I waited, clenching my pussy around his cock and felt it throb back. Mike pulled out, and a part of me feared he would leave me alone, but he didn't disappoint me. The hard thrust I had expected earlier took my breath away. He was so powerful and so strong, and so hard!
I watched Mike's face while I felt his cock sliding in and out. I loved him so much and enjoyed the lustful look on his face. His lips were clenched and his eyes closed, beads of sweat all over his beautiful face. My hand lifted about six inches and then dropped. My motherly instinct was to wipe the sweat off his face, but I was afraid to break the spell. And then his sweat dripped onto my chest, mingling with my own. I knew they weren't our only fluids to be merged.
Mike pounded me harder and soon I was pushing back. We were fucking like it would be our last time, but it was our first. When my fists weren't slamming the mattress, my hands reached up to touch Mike's body -- his arms, his back, his face, his thighs, his hips -- anywhere I could reach.
"I love you," I said.
"I love you too."
My pussy tingled and exploded, and like a rock landing in a pool of water, sent ripples throughout my body. And it seemed that every thrust of Mike's cock was like another rock generating more ripples. My forearm lay across my face, my fist clenched. I didn't know if my body could take any more pleasure. Could you die from so much pleasure? But I'll never know because Mike grunted and stopped moving. His sperm splashed inside me, again and again and again.
Mike rolled off and we lay on our backs. When our breathing became normal, we remained silent. I finally felt satisfied so the potion must have finally worn off. But I was lying naked next to my equally naked son and we had just done the unthinkable. I felt the tension in the air and couldn't turn to look at my son. I hoped he wasn't looking at me because I couldn't stand it. Finally, it was too much to bear so I jumped from the bed and ran from his room. I must have looked a sight running in only a garter belt and fishnets with sperm dripping down my inner thigh.
I quickly tore the sexy garments off and jumped into the shower, tilting my head back and letting the water wash over me. I switched it to fill the tub and soaked in the water until it cooled. When I got out, I dressed and went to Mike's room. It was empty and so was the bathroom he used. I ran downstairs and swung the front door open. No car! Mike was gone!
I was frantic, pacing as if waiting for the surgeon to let me know if my loved one was going to live or die. It was the phone ringing that got me to stop.
"Mike!" I shouted into the telephone.
"No, it's Janice. Are you busy?"
"Who? Janice? Oh, Janice. What do you want?"
"Calm down, girl. I just want to know how it went. Did you try the potion?"
"Yes. God yes!"
"Aha, then I assume it worked."
"Yes, for god's sake, it took over my body. I couldn't help myself."
"Was the sex good?"
"It was unbelievable, but--"
"No buts. Sally, I have a confession."
"Me too," I said under my breath.
"What? Never mind. Now promise you won't be mad at me."
"Huh? Okay, I promise."
"I mean it. I really want you to promise that you won't get mad."
"Okay, okay, I promise. I swear I won't get mad."
"I invented the potion. It's not real."
The silence was deafening. I don't know what Janice was thinking, probably that I was angry, but I was bewildered.
"Sally, you there?"
"Yeah."
"Now you promised not to get mad. I thought with the proper mindset, taking away your inhibitions, you and Ron would ... um, get back what you used to have. I made the potion with water, a little mouthwash, and a drop of whiskey. It sounds like it did the trick. Now are you mad or will you buy me lunch as a thank you?"
"The potion wasn't real?" I asked, incredulously.
"No, I made it with--"
"But it affected me. I felt like ... I did things I never would have without the potion. How can that be?"
"Look, the mind is a strange thing. We suppress so many feelings. My guess is you had those desires buried in your subconscious. It just took the fabrication of a potion to bring them out. So, are we on for lunch tomorrow?"
"Janice, I gotta go. I'll call you tomorrow. Bye."
After slamming the phone down, I stared into space. There was no potion. It was all me. I had been suppressing a feeling toward my son -- a sexual one. I always loved holding him and kissing him. I thought he was so handsome and strong. I loved him so much and now I knew it was more than a motherly love. I had desired my son for so long but never admitted it.
But what about Mike?
I paced again, stalking the front door for any sign of my son. From time to time I went upstairs to his bedroom to be "near" him. The bed sheets were crumpled but I didn't have the fortitude to straighten them. Sitting on the side of the bed with my elbows on my knees and face cupped in my hands, I sat like a lost soul. The room reeked of sex which brought back memories of my illicitness. But visions of fabulous sex competed with those thoughts in my troubled mind. I got up and returned to my pacing downstairs. Eventually fatigue overcame me so I stopped walking back and forth aimlessly and sat on the couch.
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