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A Tale Of Forbidden Love (FFM, inc, rom, 1st, preg)
by Meredith Jaussaud (racso26@hotmail.com)
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A captivating account of a son's lifelong love for his
beautiful Mother. Told from a third person perspective,
this story traces an eighteen year old's initial
admission of his unrequited love for his 34 year old
Mother. From his initial admission, the story traces how
a forbidden fantasy evolves into a fully matured romantic
love affair between Mother and Son. Scrupulous details
depict their ascent toward marriage, and sexual rapture
between the two.
***
This story is entirely fictional. The characters in this
story are not real, nor are they in any way related to
any real living individual. The intent is strictly for
the enjoyment of all readers, and it is not an
endorsement of any theme and/or lifestyle.
I welcome all feedback as long as it is supportive and
heartening. racso26@hotmail.com
Enjoy...
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My name is Shannon, and I work for an affluent college
just outside of Chicago. I recently turned 30 years old,
and have been single for the majority of my life.
Admittedly, it's been an easy way to go for me and my
finances since my parents were well off ever since I can
remember. In fact, their large, charitable donations to
the college landed me the job five years ago. I didn't
see the point in working since money was never an issue
for us, but now I clearly enjoy having a Monday through
Friday job in the bursar's office on campus.
I've never lasted longer than a year in any of my
relationships, with both men and women. I began
experimenting with other women when I was at college--
the very one I work for now.
It was the typical "curiosity killed the cat" thing, yet
a few relationships proved far more meaningful than
others. Not to sound haughty, but I was very proud of my
features... Very busty, and lots of curves to explore. My
measurements have been virtually identical since I
reached my zenith at 25... 38d-30-38. I was given my
raven tresses and eyes from my mother, and my abundant
features from my father. And I also inherited a shapely,
full backside from my dear Mother, whom, even to this
day, is a complete and total knockout.
In the winter, my skin emanates an nice olive complexion,
and in the summer, it turns to a nice, evenly tanned
chestnut hue. Anyone who thinks plentiful and larger
women are not attractive, then I say to them; don't limit
yourself to just one type. Of the women I have bedded,
the absolute best have been the ones who weren't your
People magazine cover girls.
Being of an independent nature most of my life, I always
tried avoiding any long-term commitments. I receive a lot
of offers from both sexes, yet I try to be discreet and
somewhat selective in who I go out with. And considering
where I work, there are always batches of young men and
women to gaze and admire. Yet one in particular caught my
eye one day...
David was a fresh faced, handsome freshman that had
stumbled into the bursar's office one day for some help
with his living arrangements. My co-workers were all at
lunch, and I was the only one there who could help.
Immediately, my eyes noticed something different about
this young man. He was a tall, very attractive 18 year
old who obviously seemed out of place in his first year
there. Yet his demeanor didn't seem to reflect any type
of arrogance of self-assurance.
His features held the bluest eyes, almost like two
sapphires staring right at you. His styled, light brown
hair fit nicely into his boyish charm... a smooth, acne
free face didn't seem too manly. In fact, his face
partially reminded me that of a woman's. I didn't make a
practice of dating the students. If it did happen, it
would usually be with the seniors. That way if the
relationship ended in disaster, I wouldn't have to see
them the next year. But something about David made me
want to know more.
After a congenial, friendly conversation, David and I
soon had his problem solved. I could tell he was very shy
and somewhat intimidated by my outward sexuality. I am a
very outspoken and open woman, and blatantly complimented
David on his good looks. I was dressed in a revealing
gray suit that day, one that hugged my voluptuous, curvy
figure. At times, I kept noticing David peeking at my
full, rounded ass when I was up walking around, or at
another desk. My senses could tell he too was intrigued.
I soon bridged the opportunity by asking him for dinner
that night. He accepted.
I decided to wear one of my black cocktail dresses to
dinner that night. I ended up taking him to one of my
favorite downtown restaurants in Chicago. He too dressed
for the occasion, and looked radiant as he escorted me
into the establishment. The atmosphere was perfect for a
classic seduction... and that, I will admit was
intentional. The thoughts and visions of him between my
legs kept swirling throughout my head, and before this
night was finished, I knew I had to have him inside me.
Coming back to my home, safely located outside the
suburbs, I invited David inside. He knew as well as I did
what we both obviously wanted. But I could tell he was
bashful and reserved about staring too long at me.
"David, it's okay to look at me. I didn't wear this dress
just to be warm tonight," I said as we sat in the dark,
lowly lit den.
"I'm sorry. I just didn't want you to think that's all I
wanted tonight." He said. I smiled, standing up in front
of him. What a sweet boy, I thought. His manners were
flawless the entire evening, courteous, respectful, and
ever the gentleman. Glowing with passion and appetite, my
hands reached for the thin spaghetti straps that clung to
my tan shoulders, and pulled them slowly down my
shoulders. My eyes on his the entire time, I watched as
he saw the thin material slide down my curvy body. He was
mesmerized.
Remembering his stares at my backside, I turned around as
I continued to peel the dress down the arch of my back.
With the material hugging the width of my ass cheeks, I
glanced back at David-- intentionally swaying my wide
hips slowly... He was hooked, and I knew it.
"Tell me what you like about me, David," I whispered as
the dress fell upon the floor. He stammered, obviously
uncomfortable at verbalizing his desires-- as most people
typically are.
"It's just... nice." He managed to utter.
"What else, David? I see the way you're looking at me--
my ass. What do you like about it?"
I continued as I backed up, narrowing the gap between his
face and the softened texture of my cheeks. I could hear
his breathing swell.
"God, it's... just..." he floundered.
"Round?" I said.
He sighed with appreciation. "Oh God yes. So beautiful."
"So you like girls with a full ass?" I cooed as I inched
closer to him.
"Uh-huh." He managed to reply.
"Put your hands on it, David. It's okay. I want you to
touch me. Feel my ass in your hands."
I said as his palms quickly placed themselves on each
supple orb.
He was clumsy at first, yet his obvious appreciation soon
translated itself into a slow, careful massage. My
eyelids fluttered as David's actions arrested my senses.
A mere boy, yet I could tell he would be a skilled and
thoughtful lover once properly educated. With my hair
dangling freely around my neck and shoulders, I flung it
back around my shoulder so I could see the look in his
eyes as his grateful caresses continued.
That was something I truly got off on... the look in
someone's eyes as they were gently submerged into the
waters of lust. There he sat, not once taking his eyes
off my bronzed globes. His fingers pressing themselves
into the plumpness of each orb... his pale ivory skin
matched against the mahogany hued flesh of my ass. I
shuddered.
Turning around, I began to loosen the constraints of my
black-laced brazier.
The look in his eyes was of disappointment, yet
fascination as the bra fell to the floor, revealing my
large, motherly breasts. Not to be presumptuous, but I
did feel good about my body. I glow every time I make
love to a man or a woman.
I know that each lover I devour, they are genuinely
satisfied with my healthy physique. I wasn't going to
torture myself or starve to be something, or someone I'm
not. And as David's youthful hands reached up to cup my
savory breasts, I exhaled in elation as his face soon
buried itself in my inviting cleavage. His moans became
muffled between the deep valley of my bosom as my hands
ran through his thick, short hair. My knees soon sat on
each side of him as I easily straddled him... Nothing
else mattered at this point except the two of us...
I felt the smoothness of his actions, like he
intentionally took his time so he wouldn't forget. Which
compared to any other young man David's age, made no
sense whatsoever. 18 year olds usually rip their pants
off just getting atop a female... this was nothing of the
sort. This boy had talent. He was going to make some
woman very happy one day. Except this night... he was all
mine.
"I'm going to love pulling that seed from your cock
tonight." I managed to say as his hands (again) found my
ass. All he could do was moan once more. This was my
cue...
Locking lips with David for the first time, I could feel
the shudders in his frame... There was so much
anticipation in his eyes. I smiled, knowing he was going
to have his first orgasm with me. The ever-growing
prowler, I felt a wave of hunger wash over me... That was
all the inspiration I needed to fall to my knees, and
release this young man's cock.
Flinging the zipper down, he and I thrust the cumbersome
material down passed his ankles. I typically liked for my
lovers to be as comfortable as possible, so I whisked his
shoes and socks off all together. I hated those hastened
moments of hunger when two people don't completely shed
themselves of their clothing... For me, that made it even
less personal.
And then, as I crawled upward to his groin, my eyes saw
the length that he was given. My mouth about dropped when
I saw his massive, throbbing manhood. It must have been
ten inches long, and a nice thick width. This was going
to be a beautiful night indeed.
After dousing his quivering penis between my breasts, my
head lowered and lips parted... It was then I felt a tug
at my head-- motioning me to look up.
"I'm a virgin," murmured David.
I smiled, not because of his naivete, but because I was
going to have the pleasure of taking this young man's
virginity away from him. Young men have so much energy
and potency built up in them at that ripe age.
"And I don't have a rubber." He went on to add.
My response to that of my tongue easing out, and running
across the tip of his trembling penis.
I didn't care... he had to be inside me and soon.
Besides, my tubes were tied when I was 26 after realizing
children were in no way a part of future. As my tongue
felt the softness of his head, my lips parted further as
a large amount of my saliva flowed out over his cock.
That was my little touch to prepare the feast... like a
fly when it consumes its nourishment. David's cock was my
nourishment... All I needed was his seed gushing down my
throat.
Almost gagging, I engulfed David's solid, weighty cock.
It soon became sheathed with my torrid saliva. It now
glistened as I bobbed up and down on his incredible
length. God it was so long... David's hands soon rested
themselves upon my head, gently running his fingers
through my lengthy strands.
I liked that... I liked that a lot. No forceful
movements, no slamming my head into an unnatural rhythm.
He gasped, I swallowed... He bucked, I swallowed more...
I knew this was not going to last long. But that was
okay. I was his first, and it surprised me that he lasted
this long. There was a quick spurt of pre-cum juices that
poured over my tongue. My low moans vibrated enough to
send him into convulsions... His entire body began to
thrust and buck on the couch. His manhood almost fell out
of my mouth, yet my hands now held David to the couch. My
palms secured on his sweaty chest as I was bent on making
this boy cum. And yet this was still not enough.
His manly strength consumed him whole as he cried out in
sheer rapture. David was cumming.
My lips held their lock, my tongue secured beneath the
head of his cock. A torrent of sperm jolted outward, and
into the dark confines of my mouth. His fingertips dug
into my skull, and I wasn't about to wince from the pain.
Another thick flood of David's broth flooded my mouth. I
held as much of it in as I could because I enjoy taking
my time in savoring every drop I can.
But this was simply too much. Contending with his
involuntary violent reactions, and trying to taste his
life-giving bouillon was all too much. Thick dribbles of
his seed soon spilled down the length of his shaft. It
was then I took my first whole swallow of David's sperm.
I groaned in utter delight as I felt his warmth descend
into my belly. Yet as soon as the flood of his broth was
ingested, another was waiting for consumption. I
delighted in the feast... He was cumming for me. I made
David cum.
It was as if he wouldn't stop cumming. There was so much.
And despite how long it took, I made sure every trickle
of his seed was ingested. The aftershocks soon set in as
David began to catch his breath. By this time, my head
was tilted to the side, letting the tip of his penis poke
outward through my cheek. The massive bulge caught his
eye as he now began to caress my sweat soaked hair once
more. My movements slowed, almost to a crawl as I tasted
the last pulses of his semen ooze out. Much to my
amazement, his cock had not lost its command as of yet.
My mouth still felt the rigid texture, not yielding in
the least bit. I knew this was going to be a long, yet
fruitful night.
After both of us shed the remains of our clothing, I
walked David to the third floor of my home where my
bedroom was. My fully nude shape entranced him. I too was
enthralled by his... so muscular and hard. Just like a
young 18 year old man should be. There, walking hand in
hand through the large, darkened hallways of my home was
David and I... about to mate like two unbridled animals.
I admit, I was mesmerized by his genuine thoughtfulness
and care. His actions were not rude or rushed in anyway.
It could easily make any helpless woman fall quickly in
love with him... Staring into his eyes made me feel at
place-- comfortable. And when we reached the doorway of
my large bedroom, he surprised me completely by whisking
me off my feet, and into his arms. I laughed out loud,
amused by the romanticism he seemed set on adding.
"What's wrong?" he asked politely in his thoughtful,
tender voice. My amusement faded, realizing this young
man probably had read this in a book somewhere in his
youth.
"Nothing. Just never had that happen to me before." I
whispered back as I let myself enjoy the affection. He
still carried me across my room where my king size bed
awaited.
"I like the way you talk to me." He quipped.
"Yea?" I replied.
"Yea. You don't talk down to me."
"I like hearing you have sex with me. Verbalizing your
feelings and wants through words." I said as he gently
set my frame onto the bed. "It makes it so much more
powerful."
"Yea. I like it." He returned.
I echoed his sentiment by positioning myself comfortably,
easing my legs apart as he motioned himself atop me. My
hands came to his lower back as he lunged forward to kiss
me. This by far was his most forward act of aggression
all night. Again, I had no complaints.
Our kiss matured as our tongues twisted together in a
most passionate exchange. I could tell this boy was a
lover, not a fighter. I loved being seduced by his deeply
affectionate and understanding heart. It was refreshing
to say the least.
Inexperienced, David fumbled his still throbbing cock to
the outer lips of my quivering vagina.
With some helpful whispers and nudges, he soon mounted
me, easing his eager cock inside me. I gasped as I felt
every inch move inside me. Recoiling on the bed, my lungs
heaved in breathless foresight. He felt so good inside
me.
"Oooh, David. You're so deep." I said under my breath.
"So deep."
"Shannon. I..." he tried to say. His senses were on
complete overload, taking away his ability to structure a
sentence.
"Say it, David." I said as I felt him shift inside me.
"What do you feel?
Tell me what you're thinking of."
"You're just..." stumbled David as he slightly withdrew
the tip of his cock.
"I can't believe I'm doing this."
"What else?"
"You... You're so... beautiful." He said as he pushed the
rest of his length inward.
This sent me into a complete state of delirium. All ten
inches of him had safely lodged deep within my cervix. My
legs stretched outward, and came around to lock him into
place. He wasn't going anywhere. I took my left arm, and
wrapped his neck with it to bring his drenched face into
the folds of my cleavage. It was there he floundered his
way into a steady rhythm.
"You're so deep, David."
He bucked... "Oh yes. I want to be... deeper."
"You can be."
He cringed in helpless awe. "You're so beautiful
Shannon."
"You're mating with me, aren't you?" I asked, trying to
get him to open up more.
"Yea..." he said between thrusts.
"Don't be afraid. Don't worry... I want you to cum inside
me, David." The look on his face said it all.
It was if he wanted to say "Really? I can do this?" It
was like I granted him his all time wish. I knew so many
men had been conditioned not to ever plant their seed
deep inside a woman's womb. That stigmatism was so
unfair, and once that old fashioned notion was discarded,
he and I could truly begin to grow... I soon took notice
of his sweaty brow. The look in his eyes made me so
happy. I could tell he was once again close to cumming,
and I began to chant soft words of encouragement. The
hope in that young man's eyes... that look of longing and
optimism.
"So much hope, isn't there?" I cooed in his ear. He head
resting on my shoulder and his lips to my ear. He quickly
jolted, obviously responding to my words.
"Oh baby, you can say it. Say what you feel to me." I
said as his cock surged deep within my aching womb. So
much hope.
"God Shannon. You have me... you have me." He gasped as
he thrusts became more insistent.
He then sat up on his hands, and initiated all of his
potential. Soon, the slaps and grunts of us echoed
throughout the room as overwhelming authority took its
command. It was as if that boy wanted nothing more than
to crawl inside me whole, and stay there forever. At this
point, I would have allowed him to do so if it was
physically possible... I wanted him that bad.
I decided to lay off on the verbalization of our passions
for now, and let him focus on mating with me. To give
David some variety, I shifted to my side so that he could
penetrate me sideways. He seemed to like that. But it was
when I got on all fours that he truly found his home...
With his hands secured to my wide comfortable hips, David
began pounding away.
He began crying out now, as I did too... I knew he liked
looking down at my wide ass slapping against his now
sweaty groin. It was becoming too much again. David was
cumming once again. And this time, it was inside the
deepest regions of my womanhood. That young man's living
essence was coursing throughout my veins, and there
wasn't a thing I could do to stop it.
The night evolved from simple missionary style sex to
more curious, experimental copulation.
I had a few years of experience on David, and I did
everything in my power to show him the joys and delights
of great sex. And it was amazing. Not for six hours did
that boy go limp once... I began to show him the various
techniques of foreplay... I showed him how to taste a
woman's vagina the right way. Using words and actions, I
showed him how to fall into a complacent style all unto
his own.
By the early morning hours, David's longing for my
backside prospered as he tenderly experienced anal sex
for the first time. I gave him complete instructions on
how to do it, and do it with grace and understanding. I
made sure that he knew it was all about the woman, and
not him in order to feel complete euphoria during anal
sex.
Yet the pleasure he induced me with was nothing compared
to the joy of feeling his soothing warm semen permeate my
lush rectum. He was truly a pro just waiting for his day.
The next morning came as we awoke in each other's arms.
Lazily waking up, I called in to work and said I was sick
with the flu. David merely flopped his head back down to
sleep.
Both obviously not ill or stricken, we fell asleep in the
cozy warmth of one another. David seemed to relish the
afterglow... In fact, he was the first male I've ever
been with to not only encourage it, but foster it. He
continually amazed me. Yet I began to worry that he might
(in some way) mistake this for love. I had to be careful.
I awoke around 3pm that afternoon and decided to stir
David awake with a sensuous blowjob.
Again using no hands, it wasn't long before David filled
my empty stomach with his life giving seed. To further
his open-mouthed wonder, I turned him over and began
kneading his athletic, well-toned ass. If he liked my ass
so much, he just had to enjoy what I was about to do to
his.
Parting my lips, I smothered my face between his cheeks,
and initiated an unmerciful tonguing of his asshole.
David went into convulsions as my tongue skillfully
traced his opening, slowly easing inside him, and around
his sensitive cleft. He must have liked it because within
minutes, he was sporting a fully erect cock once more...
and naturally, it found it's way back inside me... we
fucked all afternoon.
That evening, David and I eventually collapsed outside in
my Jacuzzi. We had just finished a lengthy sixty-nine
with myself on top. To amaze him even more, I decided to
kiss David with a mouthful of his own sperm... something
I had never tried with any man before. Much to my own
surprise, David didn't refuse or deny the kiss as his
warmth trickled out into his own mouth. Encouraged, I
placed my hands on the back of his head to ensure the
strength of this deed... We both swallowed his semen
without any reservation.
Cuddling up in the steamy water, we began to share our
thoughts and feelings about the previous night and day. I
found out that he was indeed a true romantic at heart,
and was happy to hear that he wasn't falling in love with
me. He cared for me, just as I did for him, but he knew I
wasn't going to be the love of his life. It was at this
point, I grew curious about him.
"What's your favorite fantasy, David. I mean, the most
erotic and taboo thing you've ever wanted to do in your
entire life." I asked as my breasts nudged against his
chest. "And don't just say you wanna watch two women get
off. That's too easy."
"Well, that is what I'd like to see one day." He said
with that boyish grin I had grown so fond of.
"I mean you-- yourself." I continued. "Don't be shy.
Nothing is too outrageous or sick for me."
He laughed once more, this time sitting up in the water.
I could tell his interest has been piqued. "No, no, no.
Trust me, mine are pretty freakin' sick." He answered.
I was now hell bent on finding out what this fantasy was.
"And me licking your balls and ass isn't sick? You can
tell me."
He looked off, knowing I was right. I could tell there
was some serious reservation about this.
Gee, this had to be really good. I helped him along by
reaching beneath the water, and gently stroking his
already stiff cock. I knew then he was aroused. In my
most seductive, tantalizing voice, I cooed in his ear...
"What is it you've always wanted to do, but never could?
Who is it you've always wanted?
Hmm? David..." I whispered again... "David?" I said as my
tongue slid into his ear.
"My.. my Muu... my Mother." He said under his breath.
I sat back, truly taken by what he had just said. This
was truly unique, if not downright sick.
"What did you just say?" I asked, still trying to be
reassuring.
"Hey-- you asked." He said, almost offended.
"I know, but... wow. I wasn't expecting that!" I said. I
began to think about what he had just said. Considering
the encouragement I preached to this boy since the night
before, I shouldn't be so hard.
"What uhmm..." I tried to structure a complete sentence.
"What-- why you're Mother? I mean, is she-- was she
abusive or something?" I asked.
He quickly answered, offended yet again. "No. Never."
"Okay. Well then, how long.... how long have you felt
this way?"
"Since I can remember." He said gazing off into the
distance. I could tell his heart was sincere and open.
Now I wanted to know more about this taboo desire.
After a long talk about his background, David's mother
appeared more and more like a self righteous, conceited
bitch. Leaving her child to be raised by her parents was
one thing, but to totally ignore her child was something
I felt was wrong. From what I understood, his Mother cut
off all communication with her parents as well, except
for a yearly Christmas card with a picture of herself
enclosed.
After a few tears and a couple of glasses of wine, David
revealed that on some occasions, he would sneak her
picture from the fireplace mantle and take it to his bed
so he could stare at her image for hours on end. A most
intimate heart to heart, he admitted to me that he even
fell in love with her in a certain way. These were
intimate confessions that would shock most, yet held me
captive as I continued to listen.
The way he described it, the manner in which he spoke of
her was that of a lost lover... a soul who had held its
claim on his own as true soul mates. By the end of the
night, I was convinced that the one true love in David's
life was his very own Mother.
After some much needed sleep, David awoke the next
morning nestled beside my lower back. He seemed to fancy
the comfortable warmth of it, and I wasn't complaining.
Later I found out that he said that the first thing he
wanted to see that morning was the high rounded globes of
my ass. After a quick bite to eat, we parted ways with a
deep soul kiss. We both had just spent over 48 hours
together, yet it was time to go back to our "lives". Yet
his words and mannerisms held me captive. Not only the
gentle, yet intense way he made love to me, but now this
scenario between he and his mother kept appearing in my
mind.
I began contemplating what she may look like. I imagined
how she would react to having David mating with her.
Never before had I ever thought about the concept of it,
nor would I have ever allowed this to happen to me or
anyone I loved, but for some reason, it kept coming to
the forefront of my every thought. Could a young man
truly fall in love his own Mother? The way a man would
his wife, or girlfriend? I had to find out.
We arranged to spend that weekend together back at my
place. I told David to bring enough clothes for a stay,
yet we both knew he wouldn't wear any of them.
It was Wednesday, and I had two days to do some
investigating. Having access to all the students'
personal records, I pulled David's up late that afternoon
to get the phone number to his Grandparents. Gathering my
courage, I called and spoke to his Grandmother. I
introduced myself as someone who was coordinating a High
School reunion for her daughter, and was wanting to get
in touch with her.
She bought it, and happily gave me her number... I even
found out her name. Sandra. My stomach quickly jumped.
"Even her name sounds sexy." I thought to myself. The
Grandmother concluded that they haven't spoken in quite
some time, but did know how to contact her in case of any
emergency. I thanked her, and quickly planned my next
call.
"Nelson Real Estate, this is Sandra. May I help you?"
said the soft-spoken, elegant voiced female. I stammered,
but quickly hatched a scheme.
"Hi Sandra. My name is Shannon Thompson, and I got your
number from a friend of mine here at work. They said you
were the one to talk to, to find the best house around."
I said in my most enticing, flirtatious voice. I turned
on the charm all the way, and she immediately picked up
on it.
After the cordial introductions, I found out she was just
outside the city, and had several million-dollar homes up
for sale. As I listened to her intoxicating, penetrating
voice, (just like the libidinous, edgy voice Demi Moore
has) I came to the conclusion that she was definitely
reachable, and quite flirtatious herself. The two of us
hit it off, sharing quick stories of our lives, and how
we both came to our professions.
By the end of the conversation, I found myself oddly
attracted to this complete stranger. We set a time that
Friday to go look at one of her homes. And as I hung up
the phone, I could tell we were both looking very forward
to the meeting...
The situation now presented a problem. David was due in
that Friday evening, and my meeting with Sandra was
scheduled for 4pm. I quickly told David to wait for my
call that night after I finished my meeting. I told him
nothing of what my plans were. Yet as all the possible
scenarios played out on my head, it soon became apparent
I was setting all of this up for David to finally see his
Mother face to face after 18 years. The fleeting thoughts
of a possible love affair between the two also took
shape... I had to stop. This was getting all too awkward
for me to think about. I was becoming quite aroused by
the mere thought of it all... and I wanted to make it
happen no matter what.
Friday came, and before I knew it, I was face to face
with Sandra. We met at her plush office late that Friday
afternoon, and I was instantaneously struck by her
prominent beauty and disposition. She was a sumptuous,
full figured blonde who had an almost identical body to
mine. Perhaps an extra two or three pounds.
She stood about an inch higher than me, and that was
certainly not a problem on my account. I could tell
Sandra was the ultimate professional. She had a gentle
radiance of a rare beauty few words can illustrate. I
simply wanted nothing more than to swallow her whole
right there in her office. Dressed in a light tan, form
fitting suit, I could tell she too loved to show off the
curves and features she had so generously possessed.
As I sat across from her in the entrance of her office, I
soon made the comparison that she looked almost identical
to Suzanne Somers. That wide, vivid smile... lengthy
flaxen locks of hair that fell nicely around her
shoulders. Eyes that caught yours no matter where your
gaze fell upon... And her irresistible aroma; that of a
spring arrangement of the most exotic flowers. Her entire
body was that of a gentle Callililly...
steady, wondrous, and quite exorbitant. Her stirring
aroma saturated my senses, Her skin held a most delicious
shade of bronze-- not as dark as me, but certainly enough
to make you catch your breath. Her short skirt displayed
two of the deepest of yellow thighs that made my heart
flutter upon looking at them. And they were just the
right thickness too-- ample, yet not chubby-- perfect to
burrow my fingernails into as I brought her lips to mine.
I admire women who don't feel ashamed of their weight or
size.
In fact, I think most people prefer more fleshy women in
my honest opinion. Her large breasts were nicely shrouded
in her blouse and jacket, yet the jacket dipped low
enough to reveal the top portion of her smooth, bountiful
cleavage. I was finding myself aroused and drawn to this
woman whose son just had intercourse with me two days
prior to our meeting. If she only knew that her own son's
penis had just been lodged deep inside me. I decided then
that she was going to find out for herself.
Sandra and I drove together to a secluded subdivision
outside the city. It was getting to be dusk outside, and
the setting sun was illuminating Sandra in a glorious
light. She was truly a beautiful woman. The obvious
flirtation between us flourished as she and I strolled
through the empty hallways. Quite honestly, I didn't pay
much attention to the details, except in rooms or areas
where I envisioned she and I locked together in a
thoughtful, devoted kiss. Her smiles grew in succession
as did mine... featherweight touches upon each other's
arms or shoulders hinted what was obvious. I could tell
that she was enjoying my company tremendously.
Perhaps she was thinking the same thing... perhaps she
was basking in the identical salacious thoughts of me.
Our two bodies swathed together, completely unsheathed
and bare... my breasts snuggled safely against hers...
our hands entwined together... long, reassuring stares
into each other's eyes as kisses ripened into bountiful
feasts of one anther's most intimate hopes. Her soft,
golden hips coming to rest above my head as my fingers
grip her thighs.
There truly is something to be said about a woman loving
another. An unspoken trust, a mutual loyalty that only
two females can experience. A man can give us a thrill,
yet a woman gives us the much-needed finesse. It's a
recipe that only two women can truly know and comprehend.
And Sandra and I were about to mix our ingredients
together.
My head was spinning. Not expecting such genuine
feelings, I simply had to say something to her... I had
to break the silence that was both evidently consuming
us. After the tour, Sandra and I walked out the front
entrance as she turned to lock the door.
"So what did you think?" she asked in that edgy utterance
of hers as the keys flipped the lock.
"I really liked it, Sandra. You're good at this." I said,
complimenting her.
Turning back towards me, she pulled her hair behind her
left ear in what I call a "beauty" move... Us ladies do
that, sometimes involuntarily, but she was doing it out
of unabashed flirtation. I just knew it. And now the
twilight of the evening (what photographers call "magic"
hour) glimmered behind her.
"Please, call me Sandy." She said, flashing another one
of her enchanting smiles, which melted me right there. If
I made it with her, she would be the most magnificent
creature I would have ever bedded in my entire life. I
stepped towards her, lowering my face to look at her
through my brow. My face plainly had the "fuck me" look
across it, and I wasn't ashamed in the least bit.
"Wanna make out?" I said in a hushed tone. She hesitated,
realizing what I just asked. It wasn't so much of a
question as it was a statement. I didn't regress or back
off. My left hands reached to gently nuzzle her
cheekbone. Her eyes immediately pulsated to a close as I
took this as her silent approval. With that, the gap
between our lips dissolved as my lips smoothed out upon
hers.
My eyes closed, allowing my sense of touch to cherish
this kiss. There was no retreat from Sandra at all... no
doubt, no hesitancy... just assurance. And as our lips
shaped themselves into a soothing, comfortable
disposition, I inhaled her now familiar aroma I had grown
so fond of. She was so gentle. As with any first kiss, it
is always memorable-- treasured for all time.
I felt the warmth of those pouty lips move in sync with
mine. A slight whimper of awe escaped from Sandra as my
fingertips eased upon each side of her gorgeous face. It
was like touching a priceless, rare porcelain doll.
Sandra motioned first by penetrating our kiss with her
tongue. Welcoming her advance, my lips promptly clasped
it. It was then I exhaled loudly-- a moan of absolute
astonishment. Sandra was inside me. If I ended the kiss
now, I could at least say I've had a Mother and her son
both inside me. I trembled by the mere thought of the
imaginative concept.
Sandra's hands found themselves safely tucked in mine
now. Her tongue grew daring, and began running across my
teeth. Her hands secured my face in place as I just
relaxed and relished her bold aggression. Now tracing my
lips with her tongue, Sandra cast her hot breath upon my
face along with a low hungry moan... I then felt her
dripping tongue flatten itself upon my right cheek,
whetting my entire face in long, drawn out laps. Taken by
her primitive deed, all I could do was gasp.
Like a cat licking its milk, she lapped my entire face...
my forehead, my jaw, lower neck, my nose... Never before
had I experienced such a forceful kiss from anyone. My
make-up was completely wiped away, yet I think Sandra
didn't care. I think she would have been happy with dirt-
- as long as it was a part of me, she wanted it. Her
tongue then fell into my left ear lobe as I could clearly
hear and feel this woman's carnal passion reach its
undeniable crest.
"God you're so beautiful." Sandra groaned into my ear as
a sloppy tongue filled my ear canal.
I smiled, falling into her arms as my mouth secured
itself around her neck.
"Oh my God-Shannon," She yelped as my hands reached
behind her back for support.
I could taste her salty perspiration now, which was a big
turn on for me. I loved making a woman sweat. It was then
I realized we both were still on the porch, still dressed
yet hungrily swapping spit with one another. In the
bewilderment of the kiss, she somehow stepped back in an
attempt to calm herself down.
"I just met you." She uttered in a defenseless tone.
"Then let's get to know one another better," I whispered,
soothing her doubts with an infallible kiss. I could hear
the hesitancy in her voice.
"Have dinner with me tonight," I hissed as another wet
kiss drenched Sandra's ear lobe.
The tip of my tongue circled about, nestling itself
inside her ear as gave me the answer I was looking for...
"Oh God yes!" She said with a shudder.
I giggled as she did too, but our laugh was brief as our
mouths once again indulged themselves in an inspiring
kiss. Her entire mouth opened as far as it would go...
her lips falling just below my nose and lower chin. My
hands reached back to hold her head in place so that
nothing could break this kiss...
She amazed me. There is nothing more erotic than being
with someone who truly wants you in every way possible...
we both wanted this, and there was nothing to stop it
from happening. We arranged for dinner at my house later
that evening.
There was much to prepare for.
David arrived at the house much to his relief. Dressed in
an enticing white cocktail dress, I greeted him at the
door with a meaningful embrace. Always the gentleman, he
complimented my dress, saying the ivory fabric made a
nice contrast to my mahogany skin. Little did he know
what plans I had in store for him that evening.
I had arranged for him to arrive two hours before his
Mother arrived, that way I could prepare him for his
irrefutable destiny. We made our way into the living room
where David and I shared an expensive bottle of
chardonnay. Cuddled together on the couch, we made out
for the better part of an hour. I intentionally held
back, not wanting to let the petting to get out of
control. Between the slurps of our ravenous kisses, I
asked David...
"Have you ever watched a woman seduce another girl
before, David?"
With his hands on my bare shoulders, he groaned a low
"no". A sly grin came over me as I held his face in my
left hand, looking directly at his astonished expression.
In a hushed, intimate tone, I began to inform David of my
plans.
"I met your Mother earlier this afternoon, David." I said
as he caught his breath... his interest was piqued.
"I'm sorry, but what you told me really moved me."
He was at a loss for words. "You mean... you really did?"
I nodded yes, biting my lower lip. I was hoping he would
approve.
"She's coming over here in about another hour." I said,
noticing his void and motionless state.
He approved all right. He entire being was seized with
the possibility that his dream could actually happen... I
could sense his growing apprehension and nervousness.
With my finger pressed to his lips, I shushed him
carefully as I sensed he was becoming scared.
"I want you to watch me make love to her, David. There's
plenty of hiding areas in my bedroom so you can see us.
You'd like that, wouldn't you?" I asked as his eyes never
once left mine... he nodded yes.
"But..." he began to say... "What does she... I mean...
does she... you and her, I mean... like each other?" He
asked innocently. Again, I nodded yes. His eagerness
caused me to smile.
What a devoted young man.
I leaned over to softly kiss his lips. After doing so, I
whispered; "I kissed her just like I did you now."
I looked down to his lips, tracing them with my finger.
"Her hands felt me just like yours did.
Her breasts against mine." I whimpered just thinking
about Sandra's intoxicating beauty. And her irresistible
fragrance.
"Oh David, I can't wait to make love to her-- she's so
gorgeous."
David moaned in delight. I could feel his cock growing
beyond the constraining material of his pants. I was
bestriding him by this point, and felt his growing
ambition with each breath we shared.
"I can see why you want her." I said as his hands grasped
each of my full thighs.
"She's so beautiful, David. I want her so bad." I said as
my hair now fell around his face.
David moaned, this time louder as he hands snuck beneath
my dress so he could feel my ass.
"Want me to make love to your Mother, David-- huh?" I
asked as my each of my breasts now enshrouded his face.
"Uhm-hum." he moaned in approval.
"And you want her too, don't you, David?" I asked.
"Yes." He said in a suppressed voice.
With that, I quickly undid his pants and lifted my
cocktail dress up around my waist. I went against my
standards, waiting to be fully unclothed, but this was
something far too erotic and desirable... With a gentle
nudge, my hips slowly came to rest over David's groin...
his anxious cock eased into my already dripping womb.
As I felt him completely inside me, my eyelids fluttered
closed as my legs began to lift myself up and down. His
face still safely secured between my breasts, I brought
my arms around his neck so he would stay there for the
duration of the fuck. The sheer power of his actions said
it all... He wasn't making love to me at this moment...
he was making love to his Mother, and I knew it.
"We won't be doing this anymore, David." I said with my
lips pressed against his head. "From now on, the only
woman you'll make love to will be your Mother," I said as
he let out a boisterous moan of hope. His thrusts grew
relentless, like a wave of complete and total vehemence
washed over him. His fingers gripped the cheeks of my
large ass, digging themselves in to make sure he couldn't
let go...
I cringed, knowing full well that this thrilled David to
no end. His thrusts grew more rapid as he shuddered
beneath me... I lost complete control of myself,
surrendering my senses in the euphoria of the
possibility. Images of David and Sandra now came into
view as I could see him humping wildly against his sweat
soaked Mother... a savage animal unleashed, driven by a
compelling force to mate...
"You two belong together, David." I managed to say as I
took a much-needed breath.
"Mother..." He gasped, encouraging yet another fervid
lunge deep inside me.
"Oh my handsome son." I moaned, now matching his thrusts
with equal intensity.
All that could be heard in the living room was the
resounding smacks of our bodies and his breathless grunts
of compelling hope. I locked David in place, making sure
there was no eye contact whatsoever between us... If
there was, the momentum of our primal act would loose all
it's strength.
"You're home, David. You're home where you belong." I
whispered lovingly.
With that, David cried out in absolute veneration.
"Mother! My..." another gasp took it's hold. "My dear
Mother," he shouted as I felt a flood of his sperm
overfill my womb. "I love you... God I love you so
much." He proclaimed as thick jolts of his seed
coursed throughout my pounding womb.
"Oh David." I replied, not once stopping my merciless
ramming of his cock.
He threw his head back, summoning more of his seething
essence.
My arms quickly smothered his eyes as he continued to
shoot syrupy, savory ropes of sperm deep inside me. With
all of his might, he brought my hips down to ensure that
his sediment took root. I could tell this boy wasn't
terrified of making a woman pregnant.
In fact, he probably longed for it in the depths of his
heart... then another torrid image filled my mind of
Sandra's bulging stomach, carrying her and David's child.
I trembled at the thought, and by the feeling of his
semen still pulsing inside me. This was becoming
something far-reaching, and quite undeniable.
We lied together in each other's arms as we did our best
to catch our breath. It was by far the most physically
exhausting act of intercourse we shared, yet so rewarding
for both of us. I finally opened my eyes to gaze down
upon the smitten young man. Already waiting was his
mouth, wide open as I accepted his meaningful kiss. His
hands reached up, running his fingers through my auburn
tresses. With his gaze falling over mine, he kissed me
with the authentic delicacy this moment justified.
"I can't believe you..." he said. "I've never told anyone
this before."
"I like encouraging my lovers to be themselves." I cooed.
"But, aren't you jealous?"
"Why should I be? It's what you want, David. All those
years. I want you to be happy... to be with the girl you
truly love, even if she is your own Mother." I said,
nestling my breasts upward, closer to his neck.
A keen sense of silence fell over us as David continued
his slow, gentle caresses.
"I love you, Shannon." He said, looking directly at me.
"I love you too, David." I replied, meaning every word of
it. This intense, most fulfilling moment made me realize
this was going to be the most life changing occurrence
I've ever had.
The doorbell rang a little after eight pm that night.
Answering it, my eyes fell upon the golden haired beauty
I saw hours before.
"Hi Shannon." Said Sandra in a nice, low tone.
She was dressed in an stunning, ankle length gown. It was
a strapless gown that hugged every ample curve she
possessed. The coal black velvet glimmered nicely in the
soft light from the doorway entrance. Sandra looked
fabulous. Her lengthy hair was pinned up carefully, her
make up was simple, yet perfectly accentuating the
twinkle in her blue eyes I so admired earlier that day.
Us ladies do notice these things ever so carefully. We
watch each other, critique the other's choices and looks,
and I was doing no different with Sandra. Yet I could not
find anything out of place on this female. And that
fragrance...
I greeted her with a smile, offering to take her purse
and the thin shawl that clung to her evenly tanned
shoulders. I could tell her sumptuous tan was all
natural. She didn't have that leathery look that so many
ladies have after sitting in a tanning bed for hours. My
eyes fell upon her shapely cleavage, which caused me to
speak...
"God you look so incredibly beautiful." I said with a
genuine smile.
"Yea?" she asked as she raised her arms outward, bringing
herself in for our first kiss of the evening. Right before
her lips discovered mine, I heard her whisper, "So do you,
darling... so do you."
God I had to have her... right then and there. But I had
to wait. This was a lady who required finesse and
delicacy, which I had no problem providing for her.
We walked hand in hand to the dining room where I pulled
out the chair for her to sit. The room was lit with just
two candles that sat on the table, creating the perfect
romantic atmosphere I wanted. (David actually thought of
the candles as he helped me prepare the setting and
dinner.)
The ever-courteous woman, Sandra offered to help me with
dinner. I told her no, and to just relax and let herself
be pampered. I love to indulge women who radiated
elegance, grace, and pure charm. As I served her salad,
Sandra and I exchanged a coy grin as she caught me
peeking at her distinctly visible cleavage.
"Be careful, darling. I might have those for dinner
before the main course." I cooed.
Her unforgettable reply was; "I was hoping they would be
the main course." With that, she added the prefect touch
by cocking her eyebrow in one of the most seductive looks
I have ever seen come from a woman.
I sat next to her on the corner of the table. I never
liked sitting across from anyone I ever shared a date
with. As we ate our salads, we began to share more of our
lives with each other. It was splendid. I loved listening
to her low, edgy voice as she spoke of her job, her
ambitions, and her hopes for the future. My salad maybe
had one or two bites taken from it before I asked her if
she wanted to take a walk with me. Her only reply was
taking her hand in mine as she stood up.
"I'd love to." She whispered.
Our walk took us around my pool outside, and into the
gardens nearby. It was a warm September night-- perfect
for a gentle stroll. As we walked, Sandra apologized for
her actions earlier that day at the house. She expressed
her willingness to be with me, but felt it was all too
sudden for us to be together like that. I agreed, saying
I was sometimes too aggressive in my pursuits. I found
out she had been bisexual since her days in High School,
but quickly came to an end when she got pregnant at 16.
Playing it off, I thought to myself; "And now that child
is upstairs, waiting for his dear sweet Mother." I could
only grin with delight as our stroll took us back to the
pool. We poured each other a glass of wine as we both sat
on a lay out deck chair beside the water. With her at my
side, I took notice of how the sparkling water
illuminated off of her golden hued face and neckline.
Laying my head on her shoulder softly, I snuggled beside
her as our evening evolved into more intimate
circumstances.
She in turn rested her head above mine, wrapping her
right hand in mine.
"You're so beautiful, Sandy. You just amaze me." I said
as she delicately traced a circle on my bare, left knee.
"Not bad for trying to sell you a house, eh?" She replied
with a hushed laugh.
"Bet you weren't expecting that?" She said, repositioning
herself so we could look at one another.
I slowly shook my head no as my hand lifted up to caress
her cheek. Her eyes closed, moaning at the touch as her
hand grasped mine. Before long, our hands were entwined
together as we stared into each other's eyes for what
seemed to be an eternity.
"I want to make love to you tonight." She murmured
quietly. "And I want to wake up in your arms tomorrow to
see your eyes looking at mine-- just like we are now."
I couldn't take this much longer. She was saying all the
right things-- giving me all the right looks a girl could
ask for. I lunged forward to smother my lips against
hers, enveloping my arms around her neck. Her reaction
was just as eager. In about one second, my tongue was
stabbing the inside her mouth with conclusive need. Her
mouth once again swallowed me just as it did on the porch
earlier... She was an incredible kisser. Her lips were
the softest of any velvet I have ever touched.
A loud suction sound was heard as my lips tried to inhale
her tongue into my mouth. Our nostrils pressed for air
since our mouths were obviously occupied in a scathing
kiss. Realizing the need for privacy and Sandra's quest
for romance, I stood up quickly with her hands in mine.
She knew all too well where I was taking her... With an
aroused expression, Sandra stood with me as I guided her
into my house, hand in hand. As we strolled slowly
together, I took it upon myself to express to her what my
plans were.
"I'm going to make love to you all night tonight, Sandy."
I said with the most urgent gesture I could muster.
There was no silliness, no laughs, no giggles... only two
women who were bent on becoming one.
"I'm going to taste you..." I said as Sandra's eyes
rolled back into her head, moaning in awe.
"I'm going to lick your thighs... your hips..." I said as
we continued making our way to the gigantic staircase. I
continued the verbal coitus she seemed to bask in.
"...Then I'm going to turn you over and taste every inch
of that mouth-watering ass..."
"Oh God Shannon." Sandra exhaled as she thrust herself at
me for a kiss. I backed off intentionally as I wanted to
continue my plans.
"Shush... Then my tongue is going to slide into the
cleavage of your ass..." I said as I took a step back
upon the staircase.
Sandra was mesmerized by this point. All she could do was
look upon me with utter astonishment. Like her son, I
could see the hope in her eyes. So much hope.
Together, hand in hand, we began pacing the stairway.
Sandra wanted to go faster but I motioned for her to stay
with me... Her eagerness was obvious, but then again, so
was mine.
"...Then you'll feel my hands part your supple cheeks as
my tongue lays itself flat on your asshole. You'll tell
me how it feels as I make love to your ass for the next
hour or so, won't you, Sandra?"
All she could do was hang her head, growling in
unrelenting desire. She let out a loud moan of
frustration and rapture, one that took me by surprise.
"Oh GOD Shannon, I'm gonna have you everyway I can." she
bellowed out, still grasping my hands with hers. We were
almost halfway up the stairs when she tried to kiss me
again... I held her back again with my arms firmly
locked.
"Tell me how you're going to take me, Sandy." I asked in
my lowest tone possible. "Make love to me in words." I
quickly retorted.
She sighed, searching for any possible words that could
express what she was feeling at this very moment. I could
tell she wasn't used to verbalizing her desires. And that
was okay because most people typically aren't.
"I just... I would taste you with my tongue... drink from
you." She stammered.
"You're doing good. Keep going." I said in a supportive
tone.
"To taste those..." She sighed in fondness, staring
directly at my own cleavage. "...Those healthy breasts.
God they're so beautiful-- perfect."
"What else do you want to do to my breasts, Sandra? Think
about it." I said as we reached the top of the stairs.
Sandra was about to burst at the seams. She was coming
undone, and I could see it in her face.
"They're so large... full." She whispered as we neared my
bedroom.
"Just like yours." I replied. "Imagine our breasts
smothered against each others."
That was it. She lunged for me in the most commanding act
I'd seem from her all evening. A scalding kiss quickly
ensued as her face then dropped to my bare cleavage. Her
hands tried to lift me from behind so we could get into
my bedroom faster, but my arms around her head twisted
her around slowly so we could cross this doorsill
together. Her face remained smothered in my breasts as we
glided into the room... I motioned her away for just a
moment as I stepped back.
"Stay there." I said.
I knew David had to be somewhere in the room, but I
didn't know where to be exact. Perhaps that was a good
thing at this point... I didn't care. All that mattered
was this resplendent, voracious female in front of me. At
that precise moment, I watched Sandra reach behind her
head to unleash her flowing saffron tresses she had
pinned up earlier. As it spread out across her shoulders,
I cast a telling smile of wanton desire at her...
Our eyes locked together as she shook her head slowly,
letting her hair fall completely free. Forget the song
and dance... the hesitation... I raced for her right
there, enveloping her entire being into my arms. The
clothes could be shed later... Her lips crushed
themselves against mine as my lungs slurped her impatient
tongue inside my mouth.
We both came alive at this moment... the two of us lit
the fire that would burn for hours... days... perhaps
even an eternity. Both of our beings would come together
this evening in the most amazing act of affection and
lust two women could ever live through. Our bodies
ordained themselves into a new intonation as we eased
onto my bed. This wasn't to be a meaningless tryst that
would end with a phone number on a crinkled piece of
paper... No. Sandra and I both knew this was something
more eloquent.
Our actions slowed as she came to rest atop me... we
sensed the stillness of our flesh... absorbing the warmth
in each other's skin-- breast to breast... woman to
woman. Her head stopped just inches above mine as our
gazes came together once more. Her eyes said it all... no
smiles, no doubts... a moment in time that would forever
be remembered by both of us.
Her speechless intent seized my restless existence. I
wanted to say something... I wanted to vocalize my
feelings. My longing for verbal intercourse was equally
matched by Sandra's desire for the silent moments of
understanding, especially between two women. I gave in, I
caved... she was seducing me with her utter serenity...
and her soul. It was a language I wasn't aware of until
now. And when her lips came to rest upon mine, it was as
if she poured herself down my throat.
Sandra moaned... I cried, letting my helpless resonance
echo throughout her wide-open mouth... I then answered by
stabbing her mouth with my tongue. It was all I could do
before completely surrendering myself to her... Sandra
was my first... the first to ever take me by complete
surprise. It was as if we both were complete virgins
until tonight. I was falling in love...
The night evolved as it should have... Sandra's eagerness
proved its merit by immersing me in her domain-- keeping
me safely submerged for what felt like hours. All
thoughts of time and the outside world vanished in the
wake of Sandra's merciless tongue. There was no curve
untouched, no crevice left cared for. Gentle cries
flourished into gasping screams as daylight soon
slithered through the windows, and I had still yet to
return any gestures of my sweetening love for Sandra.
It was then I realized that her son was (or should have
been) somewhere close by. We both didn't hear a peep the
entire time we made love. It was an exceptionally carnal
notion to think of... Sandra's son, so close... yet so
far away.
Sandra's wish was granted the very next afternoon. She
awoke to find herself sealed in my arms-- her head safely
nestled against my left breast. Our hair was jumbled from
hour upon hour of swaying and thrusting. Our make-up had
vanished, hers due mostly to the tongue bath I bestowed
upon her entire face hours before. I caught my breath,
amazed by how beautiful she looked even without the
makeup... but then I knew, as all women do about each
other.
My right hand reached upward, slowly so that my movements
wouldn't interrupt her peaceful slumber. Her rounded
chin, forged deep into the fleshy mass of my breast... My
nipple just barely an inch away from a rapid sip. My gaze
journeyed beyond her neck, down her curvaceous spine.
There my eyes came to rest upon the voluptuous,
heightened knolls of Sandra's delicious ass. And those
incredible hips...
I let a slight moan escape my lungs as my mind recalled
what those hips were doing to me just hours ago. I made
it a point to lather her entire backside with my
tongue... each leg was completely vanquished, both plump
thighs gently fondled as saliva glazed across her golden
skin... all before my lips and tongue found themselves
burrowed between the cleavage of Sandra's resplendent
backside.
Feeling the weighty flesh pressed against the sides of my
face, my hunger manifested itself as Sandra's savory
cleft soon fell victim to my prying tongue. Sandra's
entire body reacted to my tongue slipping passed her anal
ring by inhaling as much air as she could... Her hands
clinched my pillows-- eyes sealed shut-- mouth wide open
in complete awe...
I could tell this was the first time any person had
bestowed her this enchanting assault on her ass. My hands
came to rest upon each supple orb of her smooth, beige
tinged ass. My tongue engulfed as my fingernails dug
deeper into her ass flesh... soon, my entire tongue was
having tender intercourse with Sandra's asshole.
Again, I was inside Sandra... Yet this time, our fruitful
deed of intercourse echoed a resounding truth in our
minds. Every gasp Sandra summoned, every ripple of
pleasure that washed across that bronzed ass... I knew.
Sandra proclaimed between her breathless heaves; "You're
inside me." My only reply was a deeper lunge into that
scrumptious ass. I knew then that Sandra and I would be
together for a VERY long time indeed.
Sandra later woke to find her lips being tasted by mine.
I loved doing that, especially to someone I am falling
for. Telling smiles were shared as our first kiss of the
day proved to be the first of many. It was Saturday, and
we both had the next two days to do whatever we pleased.
"Can I use your little girls room?" she asked.
"Only if you promise to let me watch." I replied with a
coy grin. "It's right over here."
I pointed to my large private bath adjoined to my room.
With a quick kiss of assurance, Sandra crawled out of
bed. I watched her, admiring her womanly outline... that
wide, shapely ass.
The way her back plunged in her spine to curve out those
two spherical cheeks. After closing the door, I
remembered David...
"Sweetie," I said, whispering loudly. "are you still
there?" I asked. "Hit something once for yes."
A dull knock was heard from the closet nearby.
"Have you seen everything?" I asked.
A dull knock came again.
A smile quickly ensued. I couldn't believe that I had
actually done this.
To allow a son to watch his Mother make love. I wondered
what must have been going through that young man's mind
as he witnessed our primal acts of lovemaking. I then
imagined the two of them making love for the first time.
Seeing his hard cock gently ease into Sandra's warm,
inviting womb.
I then realized that these two would do far more than
merely have sex together... they were going to spend the
rest of their lives together... as one. As husband and
wife.
Sandra came back into the room-- easing under the sheets
with me. A warm smile graced her face as she could tell I
was hiding something. Her grin melted my token
resistance.
"What is it?" She asked.
"Nothing" I replied, kissing her lower lip. Sandra wasn't
about to give up, and I could tell. I caved. My heart was
racing... I was about to cross the point that would
forever seal David and Sandra's fate. What would happen?
Would Sandra reject her son's impassioned feelings for
her, or would she accept them and allow a forbidden love
to flourish? The concept arrested my senses as Sandra
leaned closer for another kiss. My lips savored her
heartfelt efforts, yet knowing full well that the next
set of lips she would be kissing would be that of her
very own son's.
"I have someone I'd like for you to meet." I whispered as
our lips tenderly broke their seal.
Sandra paused, unsure of my news. For all she knew, I was
to be her newly found love... her girlfriend, her lover.
"What do you mean?" she asked, leaning back slightly. I
could tell see the apprehension in her face.
"I mean that there is someone I'd like for you to get to
know. I've got a feeling that he's going to be the
perfect man for you." I said.
"A man?" she said, not wanting any part of it. I saw that
this would be a hard sale.
"Not like any other man you've ever known, Sandy." I
cooed in my most alluring, seductive tone. "This young
man is perfect for you. He was made for you. Trust me on
this."
"I haven't had much luck with men, darling. Why do you
think I'm here with you?" Sandra said.
My left hand tucked her saffron locks behind her ear
softly; "But I can't give you another child like you
wanted. This young man wants children-- I know he does."
Sandra realized I was right. She sighed deeply, and
grasped my hand with hers. "What's he like?" she asked.
I cracked an evil grin, knowing full well I was about to
describe her son to her. "Why don't you let me introduce
you two, and find out for yourself?"
"When?" she asked.
"How about right now?" I said, leaning back to get up.
The look on her face was bewilderment, but rather eager.
I could see that she wanted to get dressed to make her
more seem more acceptable to a stranger. All she could do
was pull the bed sheet around her chest somewhat
cautiously. It was now or never.
"First thing's first." I said, reaching under my bed to
bring out my Velcro restraints.
"I want to make sure you don't get away." I said, giving
her another one of my erotically charged looks as I
secured her wrists and ankles to the bedposts. The look
on her face was utter fright, yet zealous anticipation.
"It's okay, sweetheart. It'll all make sense soon. Trust
me." I said as I laid her back on the bed as I tightened
the last restraint to her wrist. "He's going to make you
so happy, Sandy. I just know he will."
With that, I climbed off my bed and approached my closet
door. "David?" I said. "Why don't you come out and meet
your soul mate?"
After what seemed like an eternity, the closet door began
to creak open tediously. I caught a glimpse of Sandra,
who was now heaving in breathless curiosity. It was then
that her eyes filled themselves with the semblance of her
handsome, vigorous young son. He had shed his shirt,
obviously from sitting inside the closet all night long.
I could tell he too was beleaguered with fright, as well
as guilt from seeing his disrobed Mother positioned
directly in front of him. I strolled over to David,
spreading my fingertips over his broad, handsome
shoulders... caressing him like a prize I had just won.
"David, this is Sandra. Sandra this is David. I know you
two are going to just make the perfect couple."
Sandra jolted in disgust, testing the strength of her
restraints. Trying to sit up, she began to panic.
"Shannon! Are you crazy? Oh my God!!" she exclaimed in
offense, profoundly repulsed by the idea. "He's my son
for God's sake!! Have you lost your mind?"
"Mom please..." David tried to say.
"David, what has she done to you?" she asked, still
trying to free herself.
"Nothing, Mom..." David said in shame as he tried his
best not to look at his attractive, sumptuous Mother
laying there without a shred of clothing on. Her
perfectly golden body, those abundant, motherly
breasts... that lustrous abdomen that begged for the
right touch. Any man would die for just one touch of her,
even if it was her very own son.
I had to step in. "I gave him the chance to express his
true self. To give in to his most forbidden wants. What's
so wrong with a boy loving his Mother like that?" I said,
raising my voice to prove my point.
"You have no clue how much this boy loves you, Sandra.
Maybe if you would have been around him more, you would
have noticed that."
Ouch. I hit a sore spot in her. Once again, I had proved
my point. She withdrew slightly, only to catch David
gazing at her marvelous body. She felt so ashamed like
this.
Nude, tied up, and nowhere to go.
"If you only knew how much he loves you. How he
practically cries every time he speaks of you..." I said,
going over to her. Sandra snarled at me, virtually
lunging at me with the utmost hatred and wrath a person
could muster.
"This is sick!!" she barked, trying to get free. "You
could go to jail for what you're doing!" she said.
"I would gladly go to jail so this boy can express his
love for you." I said, stroking her bare leg.
"Sandy, please... I know this is tough, but I truly feel
that you know deep in your heart that this is right." I
said as my voice lowered. "You're not a fighter, or
someone who hates... you're a lover. I see that in your
eyes. And that's why I've fallen in love with you."
Sandra halted her tirade, slowly glancing over at me.
David stood motionless; still enraptured by the sight of
his heavenly Mother. I placed my hand upon her face to
prove my point... an affirmation... a pledge to her...
"I do, Sandy. I do love you. Just as much as I love your
son. I love you both. That's why I know you two were
meant for each other." Sandra began to sob heavily. I
could tell she was fighting this with all of her will
power. I then nestled closer to her...
"Who else would always love you unconditionally, without
any fears or doubts... without any guilt. Just pure
love?"
"This is so... wrong. I can't." she said, sparring with
the thoughts that were racing inside her head. "He's my
son, Shannon. I can't do that to him."
Murmuring into her ear, I said; "No other man will ever
love you the way that David will. No one else will ever
stand by you like him. You know that as well as I do..."
I retorted. It was then that my plan began to take shape.
I stood from where Sandra was at, sauntering over to her
son nearby. Bare chested, I took him by the hands to
steer him to the bed. I could hear Sandra's breathing
swell as we got closer, not knowing what was in store for
her.
"Come on, David." I said, sensing his uneasy demeanor.
"Let's show your Mother what you mean."
As the words fell out of my mouth, I ascended upon the
bed next to Sandra with David hand in hand, inching along
beside me. I motioned David onto his back, gradually
placing him beside Sandra, who by now had turned her face
away from us both in disgust. David eased back carefully,
looking at his Mother for any sign of her approval, but
none came. As he found a cozy spot on the bed, my hands
began to undo his pants.
"I want you to watch what I'm about to do." I said,
unzipping her son's pants.
His already erect cock had made its presence known to
all. My hands slipped the confining material beyond his
knees so I could free his aching cock. He was now
completely nude in front of his own Mother. Sandra still
kept her sights away from us, but that was okay. I knew
it wouldn't be long before she would come around.
As my fingertips gently blanketed around his extended
cock, I sighed in relief.
"Oh Sandy, look at this... Look at your boy's cock in my
hand. This is so beautiful." I said as David unexpectedly
shuddered in breathless hope and wonderment.
It was so thick... so pure. My full breasts heaved as I
took a breath, lowering their weighty mass above his
penis. Releasing my mild grip, I straddled him as my
breasts swayed up and down across his cock. David was so
ready... so eager.
My hair fell over my face as I felt myself being swept
away in the moment... I moaned slightly as David's hands
touched my shoulders gently, as if to motion me. I loved
his touch...
"Oh Sandy. You made the perfect lover. Oohh... Did you
know how good he was going to be when you carried him in
your belly?" I said as David gasped aloud. I then
entangled a moan with a low chuckle... "Ooooh, David
likes that thought, doesn't he?" I whispered.
"Yes." he shivered in reply.
"David wants to be back inside his dear sweet Mother,
doesn't he?" I whispered again, this time aiming my
comments at Sandra. "To be where he belongs."
"Yes." David said in a higher pitch, obviously stricken
with overwhelming hope and heartfelt aspiration.
My breasts maintained their slow, gentle caressing of his
manhood. I could tell the mood was now turning in my
favor. The initial shock was over, and now the tone
gradually set itself into motion. I could sense that
Sandra was letting her wrath go, but she was far from
yielding.
"I'm going to taste David's cock now, Sandy. And he's
going to imagine it's you doing this to him, not me." I
said as my lips separated, allowing his thickness to ease
into my impatient, famished mouth. My scalding breath
fell over his cock, sending shudders throughout his young
body.
David cried out as my tongue glazed across its rigid
texture, enveloping his massive reproductive organ. It
felt so good to have David back inside my mouth, but it
would be even better with it lodged down the throat of
his Mother. With my hands at his sides, I began guiding
my lips up and down his length, allowing ample saliva to
lubricate my feast.
I was lost in my own world by this point, and when I
tasted David's pre-cum, I knew I was close. It was then I
finally glanced upward to see David's head swimming in
the moment. His eyes clinched shut, summoning all of his
will power to not yet cum.
I then noticed something that caught me completely off
guard... Sandra was staring directly at him. I was
completely stunned. It was as if she had a thousand yard
stare, unaware of her surroundings, yet painstakingly
focused on her boy who was getting a very wet and
thorough blowjob. I couldn't smile, but knew my plan was
beginning to take root. His gasps commanded both Sandra
and my attention. How could they not? Quivers matured
into convulsions, gasps were now shouts of pure
adoration. I had to act...
I quickly crawled up, much to David and Sandra's
surprise, and grabbed his left hand. Undoing Sandra's
right wrist, I clasped both of their hands together as I
re-tied their hands in the restraint.
"I'll convince you yet that you two belong together." I
said as I swiftly tied it back, yet this time, Mother and
son were hand in hand. Sandra looked off again, ashamed
of herself. With my lips back on David's cock, I watched
with gleeful delight as Sandra's gaze soon came to my
own.
More convulsions soon followed as David clutched his
Mother's hand... Sandra had balled her hand so that he
couldn't hold it, but soon her palm openly accepted her
son's touch as the beginnings of an orgasm soon made
itself known. Sandra watched my actions with wonderment
as I slurped away on her son's penis.
I could see the dilemma in her eyes... the fear and
anxiety that was ripping her heart to shreds. Her son's
growing cries of expectation captured Sandra's attention.
And as I tasted the first flood of David's warm, life
giving bouillon, Sandra now held his hand with the same
urgency that he did. David bucked beneath me as his semen
overflowed into my mouth. It was then I heard him cry out
for his long lost love...
"Mother... Oh Mother." he gasped. Eyes still clamped
shut, David's head was now resting upon Sandra's
shoulder.
"Oh Baby." Sandra replied with a most loving and
compassionate tone.
I could almost sense by her tone that she was somewhat
envious of my task, but I didn't want to assume that just
yet. All Sandra could do was watch her son thrust
uncontrollably, and most violently. By all means, Sandra
had probably never seen a male experience such a powerful
orgasm before in all her life. Her expressions were that
of pure amazement... she watched his every move, every
breath with unwavering attention. Sandra glanced back at
me briefly, as if to make sure I was savoring every drop
of her precious son's sperm... she had nothing to worry
about. I was.
I then decided to give Sandra a personal show. Something
to make her think... Another flood of David's sperm
gushed forth, and my swallowing came to a halt. Sandra
witnessed her son's seed trickle down his entire length.
With my eyes on hers, I opened my mouth as wide as it
could possibly go. Engulfing his cock in one fluid
stroke, I then ingested his sperm as our eyes locked
together in the most thoughtful expression two women
could share. I could tell by the look on her face that it
would only be a matter of time before she too would be
feasting upon her son's cock.
After the last few spurts of David's sperm seeped out, I
then lifted my head to gaze directly at Sandra. I looked
at her, as if to say; "See what you could have had?" My
cum soaked lips and tongue held her attention as I
mounted her slowly, leaning my face down to hers. The
inner conflict was evident as Sandra knew I wanted to
kiss her... Turning her head away, I swiftly clutched her
jaw with my hand to bring her lips to mine.
Still catching his breath, David watched with impatience
as I kissed his Mother. Sandra resisted at first,
eventually abandoning her opposition with a deep soul
kiss. I could feel her tongue slide into my mouth, hoping
to savor any leftover drops of her son's semen. We must
have kissed for an hour, immersing one another in our
passion for each other. David watched from barely two
inches away as Sandra and I writhed our bodies
together...
I was so in love with her... and the fact that I allowed
myself to admit it was a feat that I myself never would
have imagined. These two people meant the world to me,
and I wanted the both of them with me for a long, long
time.
Sensing her hunger, I intentionally backed away from
Sandra. I knew she didn't want to let me go, but now was
the time she needed to focus on developing her
relationship with her devoted son. I leaned back,
stepping off the bed to see that David and Sandra's hands
were still bound together. They both weren't going
anywhere unless I decided to let them go.
No. They were staying right where they were.
"I'm going to leave you two alone now. I think you both
have a lot to talk about." I said slipping on my white
satin robe, walking out of the bedroom.
Both of their faces clearly begged me not to leave, but I
knew my time there had ceased. I glanced back at the both
of them as I quietly closed the bedroom door behind me. I
knew that David could set his Mother free with enough
convincing, but something told me they both were going to
stay. Their relationship would never be the same if they
left now, and they knew it.
It was about mid afternoon when I came back in from a
relaxing swim in my heated pool.
I felt so good as the warm water enveloped my unsheathed
frame. Yet all during my swim, I imagined what could
possibly be going on upstairs in my bedroom. Curiosity
getting the best of me, I decided to quietly go back
upstairs to take a peek inside. As I approached the top
of the stairs, I heard their voices booming from within.
They both were arguing over Sandra's abandonment of David
year's prior. Sandra tearfully explained her reasons why
she left as her heartbroken son listened... I knew then
to back away, and go downstairs. This was their time.
Tending to some business later in the day, I spent the
rest of the afternoon and early evening downstairs in my
study. I will admit it was quite frustrating as I
continually wanted to check on their progress-- if any,
throughout the rest of the day. I decided that I would
make them both dinner since it had been a very long day
for all of us. I made them a zesty Italian pasta dish,
and thought that serving them in bed might be a welcome
idea.
I began to fancy the notion of tending to these two. It
seemed that all three of us were venturing into
unchartered waters in the last day or so. Sandra and
David as lovers, and myself dealing with these fond
emotions for them. I went back upstairs to check on their
progress (if any) a few hours later. I knew that this
would be a most difficult transition for Sandra. I was
asking for her to not only have sex with her own child,
but to give her heart and soul to him as his lover. This
would not be easy.
I walked back in to see the two sitting on opposite ends
of the bed. Both of them had my bed sheets covering their
naked bodies in shame. Still dressed in my white silk
robe, I made my way to where Sandra sat, and knelt in
front of her as I took her hands in mine. I could see the
guilt on her face as she looked away from me.
"Please look at me, Sandra." I said as quietly as
possible, clutching her hands cautiously.
The agony besieged her thoughts-- fighting to make eye
contact with me. Her eyes were swollen from innumerable
tearful episodes. I pacified her in sympathy as I fondled
her cheek benevolently.
"I can't do this." She replied, still quite emotional.
"It's wrong."
"It's okay, sweetheart... It's okay." I retorted in my
most understanding tone. "But I'm only doing this for the
both of you. I know you want to be loved and to have a
relationship that's unconditional."
"With my own son?" she quickly answered.
"Your son? Sandra... You haven't had a relationship with
him in any way for how many years now?"
Her head dropped in remorse. She knew I was right.
"All he had was a distant memory of you, and an
occasional picture to stare at. Sweetie, all I'm asking
is for you to think about it. Think about the joy you two
could have. He loves you so much, darling. He really
does. You should have seen how excited he was when we
role played with me as his Mother... I've never seen
anyone so thrilled."
The deliberation in her mind was clearly noticeable. I
glanced back at David for just a moment to see him
watching Sandra like a sad puppy dog. He looked so
helpless.
"Look at him, Sandra. Look at how he looks at you. Can't
you see the love in that boy's heart for you?" I asked.
Sandra hesitated to look, but did so as she and David
made eye contact briefly before she looked off. I
tightened my hands around hers.
"Sandy-- answer this for me, okay?" I said, changing my
tone. "When I was sucking David's cock earlier, I saw you
looking at him. You were looking at him, weren't you?
Weren't you?"
She wouldn't answer. Without warning, I jolted her hands
for an answer.
"Sandy!!"
"Yes." she said under her breath in shame.
"And when I made him cum, you were holding his hand for
dear life, weren't you?" I said, persevering with my
convincing tone.
"Dammit Sandy-- I know you loved what you were looking
at. I saw you looking at him with that longing in your
eyes. Just like you did with me. And you loved it when he
came, didn't you?"
"Yes." she replied in awed silence.
"Do you realize that when he came, he came for you? He
was thinking about you the whole time I was sucking his
cock. That was for you," I said.
Sandra sighed, distraught from the impasse at hand. He
was so attractive, and very much what she wanted in a
mate. But to make her son her lover was against
everything she held dear to her heart. If she were to
cross that line, her life would never be the same. How
would she answer to this? How would she explain this to
her friends and family?
I had to react before she went any further...
"Look, you two obviously had no relationship before
today. If you all can at least try, and then it flops,
then you all can go back to being distant like before.
You have nothing to lose. It's a win-win situation... you
can be loved and adored like you've always wanted.
To have a committed, lasting romance with a man who
worships the ground you walk on."
Sandra realized I had a point. No one knew of her son at
work, or in her personal life. She could easily pass this
off as her younger lover-- an older woman seeking the joy
and stamina of a younger man. I saw the flickering gleam
of possibility in her eyes... I knew then that there was
a chance. Fate was dealing with her heart, and Sandra
knew this to be true.
"David, why don't you come over here and help me
convinces your Mother that you're the perfect man for
her?" I asked, motioning for him to come closer. He
reluctantly did so, still draped in the sheet.
"Without that sheet." I said in a more pressing voice.
He hesitated, but agreed as the cloth fell to the floor.
Sandra glanced off, but not for long as I ordered her to
look at her fully nude son.
"No-- look at him Sandra," I snapped.
David sheepishly approached us as I could tell he was
already beginning to get aroused. His incredible length
soon sprout to life as I positioned him directly in front
of his Mother. The tension between them was apparent, but
I was resolved to break down those walls. This was
becoming more and more of a personal quest for me...
Could I really get these two in bed together? More than
that, would they end up spending the rest of their lives
together? I had to know... I just had to.
David stood barely two feet from his Mother, sporting a
semi-erect penis. His was so nervous, yet so was Sandra.
She kept trying to look away, but something held her
there. She could have made a mad dash for the door, but
she stayed. This was all the convincing I needed to
certify that this love affair was well worth pursuing.
Now was the moment I could utilize my prose with words...
"I want you to look at your son's penis, Sandy. Look at
his beautiful body with admiration." I said as my left
hand began to carefully fondle David's left thigh.
My right hand still grasped Sandra's as I felt her hold
tense up. Her eyes went from his feet-- progressing to
his well-built legs and groin.
"Did you ever think your child would become so handsome?
This perfect?" I said as my fingertips reached the base
of his cock.
By now, his erection came to it's full potential. David's
breathing decreased as my fingers cloaked his bulky,
solid shaft--lazily stroking it with deference.
"You see this, sweetheart?" I inquired as I looked to see
that same look on Sandra's face as before... that
uninhabited expression of wonderment.
"I want you to think of him as your lover, not your son.
Look at him as if he is your man," I said.
I could tell my words were swaying Sandra as she sat
motionless, watching my hand continued with its long,
slow caresses. David's lungs heaved with expectancy as
his cock protruded to it's full ten-inch length. She
blinked, sitting back as the last of her doubts sprang
forth.
"I can't." She huffed as I ended her self-imposed torment
with a full kiss on her mouth.
My tongue vigorously glided passed her own as her son
almost fell over due to my hand job.
His entire frame was being riveted by early signals of
orgasm. He quickly stood before we both caught him. I
smiled seeing Sandra immediately assume her Motherly role
as protector and safe keeper of her son... Her hands went
from mine to David's sides, buoyantly touching his skin.
"Are you okay, baby?" she asked in a loving, concerned
tone.
Her hands gingerly felt her son's quivering stomach as he
looked down at her. He nodded yes as she felt the
sculpted texture of David's lower body-- his brawny
physique fascinated her immensely. She loved a lean and
fit looking man, and the movements in her hands said it
all.
She hesitated as she sighed again, but this time the sigh
was one of surrender. David balanced himself, relishing
his Mother's inquisitive caresses with gusto. His cock
now stood straight out, barely an inch from his Mother's
lips...
Sandra's blank gaze went from her son's chest to his
susceptible cock. I could see Sandra's yearning, but
hesitation soon demanded her attention. Her fondling
ceased as David held his breath...
"Kiss it, Sandy. Kiss his cock." I whispered as she
stammered.
The thickness of her boy's penis enthralled her so...
What would it feel like inside her? Could she take all of
his length in her womb? What would she do if she became
pregnant? The thoughts of incest and morality trickled
into her mind as she turned away from her son.
David's hands then reached outward to hold her face
tenderly as they gazed into each other's eyes.
"It's okay, Mother... No matter what-- I love you." said
David in a most serious, and mature tone.
I was taken by his words. It was as if he was speaking to
her as her lover, and not as her youthful son.
"Tell me what you're feeling." He asked in an assuring
voice. Wow... even this was erotic to watch.
"David..." gasped Sandra as she took his hands in hers.
"I don't want to hurt you." she said as tears began to
swell in her eyes.
Her son graciously soothed her concerns by kneeling in
front of her, keeping his eyes on hers.
If this was his way of charming her, it was working
because I was certainly falling under his spell too. He
quietly, "Shush," her as his forefinger began to stroke
her jaw line lightly. His eyes fell from hers to admire
the beauty of his Mother. With the back of his finger,
David repeated his careful strokes as Sandra basked in
the affectionate display of his love. All Sandra could do
was look upon her son with awe...
"Shush... I just want to love you... Just want to love
you." He faintly whispered.
With that, his fingertip outlined her lower lip. His
movements were painstakingly slow, yet just what we women
crave.
"So much beauty, Mother. You just... are so delicate--
gorgeous." He said, verbally seducing her with every
word. "You'll never know how long I've been in love with
you."
This was just what needed to be said to squelch Sandra's
doubts and fears forever. Her son's magical expressions
filled Sandra's heart, giving her stomach the butterflies
so many of us know and love. She hadn't felt this
cherished by a man since her teenage years... If all men
could only express themselves this way, then Sandra
wouldn't have to resort to having her son as her lover...
But then again, having David articulate his feelings made
it even more of an emotional encountering for her.
"Do you know how long I've loved you?" He asked, nearing
his lips to hers. "How I used to stare at the pictures
you sent us at Christmas?"
Sandra's trembling breath fell upon her son's face... Her
lower lip quivered as David soothed her anxieties with
thoughtful dexterity.
"David..." She uttered helplessly as their lips scarcely
brushed against each other's. Their eyes still open,
David softly pledged his heart once more...
"Let me love you... just love you." Said her son.
Sandra's eyelids fell as surrender encompassed her
intellect.
"Just love you..." David whispered against her lips once
more as she held her breath.
What would happen? Who would make the first move? His
fingers combed her tresses, holding her head as he swayed
his lips around his Mother's flushed face. His lips
placed a soothing kiss on her cheek, then to her
forehead... Sandra melted at his affection, keeping her
eyes sealed from the light.
"All those men who could never give you what you
craved..." Said David as another pacifying kiss
accompanied his high regard.
"I hated to see you suffer like that, Mother." Sandra
winced, letting a low gasp flee from her lungs. He was
exactly right... She did have to suffer through several
failed romances with uncaring and repulsive men. Perhaps
this would be the one-- her own son. There would be only
one way to find out, and that was to try...
Her face warily drifted in the direction of his lips,
drawing in a long breath as she did. Their faces basked
in the warmth of each other's proximity, grazing cheek to
cheek. David cradled her head in the palm of his left
hand, feeling his Mother's warm breath cascade across his
face. Their expressions were drenched in absolution...
Sitting in crushing silence, I watched David and Sandra
teeter in this breathless moment of expectation. A melody
of truth echoed in their minds...
Their first kiss lingered about, engulfing their
awareness in certain truth. David's lips cautiously
opened, bringing all of his aspirations and fantasies
upon his Mother. Their lips slowly brushed together,
separating briefly before coming together once more.
Sandra was still, mouth agape in awe as she felt her
son's lips graze over hers. Helpless, yet crippled with
ecstasy, Sandra whimpered as if it was her very first
kiss. In several ways it truly was... and as her son's
lips eased closer, she accepted his devoted efforts with
all of her heart.
It began with the finesse and grace of the most perfect
coupling. David cupped her jaw, holding her as their kiss
ripened with ease. David held back, taking time to pamper
her silky, glorious lips with his. God, they were so
incredibly soft. For Sandra, his lips held the strength
and love that every man should have. The petting lasted
for several minutes as it was obvious David didn't want
to rush this. He was clearly in charge, yet sensed his
Mother's uncertainty with every gesture of his gentle
lips.
And when Sandra lifted her hand to rest upon David's
neck, he about collapsed in reverence. Her jaw slipped as
she inched forth, bringing their lips simultaneously in a
full mouth-to-mouth kiss. A muffled moan came from her
mouth as she fell into her son's folds of flesh. She felt
her son's saliva blend with hers as David brought his
arms around her lower back. Their flesh barely skimmed
together as Sandra's breasts patted David's chest.
With fervor, Sandra brought her arms around David's neck
to embrace their emotional union. When she felt his
brawny chest press into hers, Sandra lost all sense of
her surroundings. Her mouth opened full as she accepted
her son's heated tongue with zeal. Her hands raked his
head, feeling his soft hair slide between her fingers...
This was too good to be true. How could this feel so
good? So right? Whatever the answer was, Sandra didn't
care...
All that mattered was this man's unconditional love for
her.
Her lips sealed themselves around David's dripping
tongue, drawing it deep within her mouth.
David froze, overcome by his Mother's libidinous
beckoning. Her hands slid down his back in order to pull
him closer. He complied by letting his palms come to rest
upon her wide, golden hips. Their ample mass felt so good
in his grip... he pressed his fingers into her skin-- as
if to claim her as his own.
He groaned in euphoria, invoking his sheer will power to
make this woman his for all time. Her arms surrounded him
whole, motioning him back upon the bed...
Their relationship crossed into another realm of
absolution.
Her right hand began to fondle her son's cheek. Watching
their love affair unfold... captivated me It was amazing.
Two of the most beautiful people I've ever known, laying
in each other's arms... about to cross the point of no
return. Sandra warmly soothed her son's face with subtle
finesse as they stared into each other's yearning eyes.
All those years alone, cold... without one another, and
now their moment was upon them. Sandra commenced their
moment by lifting her head toward her son. David's gaze
fell to his Mother's lips as he closed the gap between
them... Their movements were unhurried, and attentive.
I gasped as my heart jumped out of my chest... the
merciless pounding in my chest along with my shallow
breaths... I watched as their lips gently savored the
touch and taste of the other... Long, sweet kisses were
heard as their slurps echoed throughout my ears. Mother
and son, man and woman... two hearts so in love.
David now had the girl of his dreams... his very own
Mother. Recalling his admission to me made me glow with
appreciation as David's arms curled around his Mother's
neck. Their bodies looked so perfectly matched
together... my eyes traveled the entire length of their
frames. His muscular build matched against her succulent,
Motherly body. His hands now resting on each side of her
face, David was hovering barely an inch above Sandra's
trembling body. Their kiss unbroken, I could see David's
visible erection beneath him. He had his back arched
slightly so that his penis wasn't touching his Mother's
smooth naked flesh...
He was careful and quite diligent in his actions, yet so
was his Mother. Her hands began to explore her son's
impressive build, feeling his back and strong arms. Moans
echoed from her lungs as her mouth was still sealed
against her son's, yet I could tell this gentle foreplay
would only last so long. I sat completely still, watching
these two become wanton lovers. I couldn't speak, much
less act on any impulse I had... There was simply too
much beauty to appreciate.
Sandra's voracious palms fell to her son's round ass,
feeling their robust form as David cringed. Sandra took
this as his endorsement, bringing him down upon her
flesh. David could feel his Mother's buxom chest against
his now, skin against skin... they both shuddered in
elation as David twisted his mouth around Sandra's for a
deeper kiss. Her hands went from his ass, to his fingers
as she held them with powerful urgency. David took a deep
breath from his nostrils as did Sandra. That sound was so
intoxicating to hear...
Sandra then extended her arms outward with her son's as
his cock now pressed against his Mother's thigh. Her
mouth opened in delight, feeling his stiff manhood
against her. David's hands now roamed the length of his
Mother's arms to her shoulders, bringing her in for an
earnest kiss. His frame then shifted to where he was
barely above her... I knew what was in store next.
Their kiss broken off, David took his right hand and
seized his thick ten inch cock. He glanced down to see
his lover's full breasts as a quick kiss followed. Sandra
held her son's face against her breast as David
positioned his cock at the entrance to his Mother's
womb... Sandra buckled, feeling the tip of his young
penis graze her pussy. They both instantly looked at each
other to make sure they knew what they were about to
do... as if to reassure themselves that their act of love
was a sure thing... and it was. Sandra relaxed her glossy
legs so that her son could have more room... It was a
moment both would never forget.
"I love you, Mother." David uttered in breathless
assurance.
"I love you too, baby." She said as she stared into her
son's eyes. She knew that from this moment on, their
lives would never be the same. If she allowed her son to
have sex with her, it would forever change their
relationship. Yet she felt indebted to him for all the
years she had neglected him. She wasn't allowing this to
happen because of guilt, but because of her unquenchable
wish for happiness. And if it was her very own son who
would fill that empty void, so be it. It felt so right.
Holding his breath, David tediously motioned his hips
forward so that the tip of his penis penetrated his
Mother's dripping vagina. Their gaze didn't falter as she
too held her breath from the initial rendezvous. Sandra
finally exhaled in elation as David eased his cock
further inside... her eyes rolled in the back of her
head, inhaling a deep breath as David's cock sank all the
way into her expecting womb. She couldn't believe how far
he was going into her and he couldn't believe how
incredible she felt.
Every nerve ending in David's cock was submersed in his
Mother's boiling juices. Hard, stiff cock blending with
soft, warm pussy. All ten inches of David was now safely
lodged within his Mother as his body tried to find a
natural rhythm. But as any lovers, it would be a while
before both would find that. Their uncoordinated
movements were obvious, yet their love for one another
smoothed their flaws.
All they could do was revel in this remarkable act of
intercourse. His hands wanted to feel so much of her, as
did hers. David quickly smiled as he gulped down his
anxiety.
Sandra observed her son's eagerness, and quickly
encouraged him with an "I love you" as he plunged deep
inside her. She let out a long, low groan this time as
she felt him go deeper than before. I had never heard
Sandra like this... like an untamed beast mating. Her
head thrusting back, she clenched every muscle in her
upper body in absolute reverence. The veins in her neck
bulged out as she cried out in complete bliss. Her arms
jolted, coming to rest around David's neck as he began to
find his tempo.
He couldn't believe he was making love to his dear sweet
Mother... He had to keep glancing at her to make sure
this was indeed true. All he could see was her long,
beautiful neck as he began thrusting into his Mother. She
finally looked back at her son with a face of untamed,
wild lust. She lifted her ass to meet his push for thrust
as she let go of all her fears and inhibitions. She was
eagerly and willingly fucking her son now, and the look
on her face said it all so clearly.
Every breath she took bellowed throughout my bedroom as
her legs wrapped themselves around her son's waist,
bringing him closer than before. It was all David could
do to keep his composure. After all, his Mother was
fucking him like a salacious whore. His strokes grew
rapidly as his cock stabbed her again and again. His
hands reached beneath her to clutch her wide hips as
perspiration covered both of their faces.
Her ass felt so good in his hands... those broad,
enticing hips that begged for his seed... He shut his
eyes, letting his mind relish the moment of nirvana. He
was making love to his true love... his soul mate. His
dreams finally coming true, and the concept of it all
summoned his sperm from the deepest regions of his
testicles.
David bucked ferociously as Sandra felt her son's
throbbing penis ram inside her. She knew her boy was
close, and brought his face to her breasts to flood his
senses entirely. His hands still clamped around her
shapely ass, David cried out from between his Mother's
breasts. She heard his muffled wails as she lifted her
head to kiss his face... it was then she felt the first
surge of her son's semen inundate her pussy. David
shouted out in pure heightened bliss; "Oh Mother..."
Sandra heard this, and along with her son's life giving
seed coursing throughout her womb, she too succumbed to a
commanding, self-evident orgasm.
"Oh baby." She cried out, tightening her legs around her
son's brawny, sweaty torso.
Each and every pulse of sperm that filled her pussy
induced gasps of absolute rhapsody. Her son was
overflowing her womb with his semen, and the feeling was
one of the most remarkable Sandra had ever felt before.
His entire body snapped as Sandra watched her son lift
his chest-- looking skyward-- as if to rally every drop
of his essence he could possibly give his beautiful
Mother. And he did. She felt her son's swelling neck and
chest as he shot rope after rope of his young seed deep
within his Mother.
Sandra crumbled as another orgasm took hold of her. I was
now watching both Mother and son share a resplendent,
simultaneous orgasm together. It was the most beautiful
act of intercourse I had ever witnessed first-hand.
Wow... I couldn't believe what I had just seen. No words
could express what had just taken place. David collapsed
atop his Mother in exhaustion. His entire body was glazed
over in perspiration, his hair soaked from the powerful
act of intercourse. Sandra kept her legs around David to
make sure he didn't withdrawal his still hard cock... As
his head came to rest on her shoulder, Sandra held him
close, softly chanting to him with words of support and
love.
"Oh sweetie. Oh my baby." She whispered as her hands
stroked his tasseled hair. David suddenly quivered in a
series of aftershocks from orgasm. His mouth began
kissing her shoulder as they began reveling in the
afterglow of making love. Lifting his head, David gazed
down at his Mother in disbelief. Their exhilarated state
intensified as David and Sandra's eye contact captured
their growing love. Her son's seed was now rippling
throughout her inner most regions, and the emotions
carried the two lovers away.
"You're so handsome," she murmured as David caught his
breath. He loved hearing her low, enticing voice.
"You're so beautiful," said David, running his fingertip
along her disheveled hair. "I love everything about
you... your eyes... your face..."
Sandra sighed deeply, hearing his words of guiltless
affinity. She too was lost in the moment.
I then decided to step in, and make use of this verbal
exchange. I leaned forward from the side of the bed as
they both looked at me.
"Don't let me interrupt." I said, motioning for them to
look back at one another. "Seriously. This is your
moment, not mine. Focus on each other."
Sandra smiled at me, then went back to her son. I was now
on the bed next to them about a foot away as I just sat
in amazement staring at the two still nestled in each
other's arms.
"I don't want you to acknowledge me, just listen." I
said, knowing now that it was time for words and language
to be put to use. "You both have just made love for the
first time..."
David glanced at me as Sandra motioned him back. "There
you go." I said. "Just look into each other's eyes as I
talk." I said as Sandra took a deep breath, still feeling
her son's cock wedged up inside her. "God you two make
such a beautiful couple. Just look at you... you should
have seen what I saw back there..." I said as my right
hand eased out. I was resting on my left side as my hand
touched Sandra's thigh lightly. "You two were so lost in
each other, like animals in the wild. Two savage
beasts... amazing."
Sandra leaned up from her pillow to kiss David full on
the lips.
"Yes." I hissed. "Kiss your man, Sandy. He's your man,
isn't he?" I said as she moaned her approval.
David fell into this kiss with all of his weight,
bringing his arms around her neck.
"Who would have ever thought you both would end up like
this... as lovers." I said as the words sent shivers
through the couple, only to heighten their fervor.
"Oh yes... you two were meant for each other. The perfect
couple." No sooner did those words come out that Sandra
opened her mouth to gasp... a confirmation of what I was
saying.
I was intent on using my words to make them fuck once
more...
"Oh Sandy... you made him for yourself all those years
ago." I said, leaning to her ear as I whispered into it.
All she could do was channel her anxiety to her son,
inhaling his tongue down her throat.
"I bet you knew he would come back eighteen years later
and be the love of your life, didn't you Sandy?" Her body
now swayed in eagerness as she thrust up, motioning her
son on his back... I liked what I saw. Her wide hips
straddled her son's groin, still holding his cock deep
inside her... David didn't know how to take his Mother's
aggression, but offered no resistance.
His hands naturally found their way to Sandra's
illustrious, wide ass. I could tell he liked the feel of
each cheek in his palms... I did too. She sat straight
up, lifting her arms up to run her hands through her long
flowing hair, giving her son one hell of a show... I
think she knew what she was doing... Her large breasts in
full view, the contours of her hourglass figure... "Oh
David, look." I said with deep affection.
"See what she's doing? That's for you, sweetheart." I
said, enjoying the show as well. With that, Sandra began
to rock her body back and forth-- feeling David's stiff
cock growing inside her once more. (Young men have that
unique ability to go again and again, and Sandra knew
it.) Sandra looked like a complete slut with her hair a
mess-- locks of her blonde hair dangling around her
face... She brought down her hands around her face,
lazily dragging her fingers across her lips as she and
David shared another gaze.
"Look at her, David." I said in a hushed tone. "She wants
you again... and you're going to give her what she wants,
aren't you?" Without thinking, he nodded yes as he
tightened his grasp on her full ass.
"Explore her body, David. Feel her in your hands... feel
your woman," I said as his palms came around to feel each
beloved thigh. Her bronze hued flesh seemed to glimmer as
he squeezed its warm fleshy texture. His actions were
slow and gentle, just as they should be... He was
learning every inch of her flesh by heart... His strong
hands began to feel her stomach and sides scrupulously,
wondering what it must have been like to be in her womb.
Sandra now cupped each of her breasts in her hands as her
head thrust back, flinging her mane of hair rearward as
the strands softly thrashed her backside.
"She's so beautiful, isn't she?" I pronounced, now laying
beside David with my head against his so I too could
share the sight.
"Feel your Mother's breasts, David." I said, kissing his
cheek softly. His fingertips entwined between his
Mother's as both felt the goodness of her full bosomed
bust. Still swaying back and forth, Sandra again leaned
her neck all the way back as she relished her son's
touch.
David couldn't believe this... Not only had he made love
to her, but now he was adoring her in a manner that took
his breath away.
"Oh, Mother..." he gasped as he lightly pressed each full
orb. Her hands fell from their grip to grasp her son's
arms.
"Tell her how you feel, David. Tell her everything." I
commanded.
"Her breasts. They're so big." He said, somewhat unsure
of his delivery.
"What else?" I said. "Make love to her in words, David."
David swallowed rather nervously, and I understood his
predicament. A lot of people find it tough to describe
their emotions.
"I just... I... can't believe we're together finally.
It's just like I thought it would be." He added. "I want
to taste her... taste every inch of her body." He said,
sending his Mother further into complete delight.
"Tell her you'll never leave her, David. Promise her
you'll be with her forever." I said, touching Sandra's
bare thigh once more.
"You know I'll never leave you." He said with a gasp.
"How could I ever do that to you?" He said, feeling the
goodness of each supple breast once more.
"I'm not like all the other men in your life that used
you, Mother... I'm your son." He said, beckoning his hard
manhood.
Sandra was panting heavily by now, swimming in the verbal
lovemaking she was hearing.
She could feel her son's enlarging cock shift deep inside
her Motherly hips.
David went on...
"We'll always have that special bond. That's why I love
you so much...
God, how could I NOT love you, Mother?" Sandra cried out
in exhilaration; "Oh my God." She shoved her body
forward, falling atop her son for a scalding kiss. She
had to reassure herself of this... David met her kiss
with equal fortitude, embracing her as his arms
enshrouded Sandra.
"Oh, look at this." I said. "Look at this kiss. The
passion... the hunger deep inside you both." I said in a
daze.
Sandra loved hearing me talk like this... I knew she did.
She knew I spoke her every thought and wish... Her
breasts crushed against David's chest as I saw her hips
begin to dig themselves into her son.
"Look at you, Sandra. Your gorgeous ass rising and
falling atop your son's cock. Your hips..." I said,
moving down the bed so I could see their copulation up
close. I watched as David's hands instinctively fell back
to her ass, gripping her cheeks once more. Both were
moaning and gasping as Sandra gave her young man the
working over of his life... His glistening penis, dipping
in and out of his Mother's moistened vulva. It was so
incredibly hard...
Mother and son mating once more like famished beasts. I
watched as her son pounded her mercilessly. Each push and
thrust sent ripples of gratification across Sandra's
magnificent ass.
His fingernails dug into her flesh, making sure she
wouldn't let go... The wet sounds of pussy and cock
thrusting together made me shudder as their bodies loudly
smacked against each other. They both found a instinctive
cadence to their emotional sacrament as I just sat and
watched... I began to murmur to myself quietly.
"Look at this beauty. This ass... his cock so hard. She
did this to him. She made her son this way." I said as my
hand reached up to stroke Sandra's backside. "He's really
doing it...
He's mating with his Mother..."
David began bucking uncontrollably underneath his Mother
as he thrust up at her with vehemence... Sandra knew her
boy was close to spilling his seed in her once more, and
that notion made her even that more determined to make
him cum. I quickly sat up so I could see their faces as
they came... I had to see for myself the sheer strength
of their union.
David's eyes were clamped shut as sweat rolled from his
brow. Sandra had her forehead against his, occasionally
kissing him as strands of her hair were completely
drenched from their intense lovemaking.
"Your Mother's going to make you cum, David. Think about
it, David." I said as I positioned myself right beside
the loving couple.
"Think about all the times you wanted her... all the
times you masturbated to her..." I said, chanting in his
ear.
My words of encouragement only fueled his desire even
more. Looking up at her, David readjusted his hands so he
could go deeper inside his Mother. Sandra saw the hope in
her son's eyes... the aspirations he had. Their misty
eyes said it all... Sandra cried out as he clearly took
charge of their copulation, and she didn't mind one bit.
It felt good to be controlled by her own son.
"You like that, don't you Sandy?" I asked.
Between her short huffs, she retorted; "Yes."
Orgasm soon took control of her flesh as she lost all
control. David felt his Mother convulse as he took hold
of her... Her eyes rolled back in her head as she let out
a long, low guttural moan. David took this as a message
of hope, so he did all he could to bury his cock all the
way inside his Mother... He wanted to make sure his seed
took root inside the very womb he was created in. His
fingers pressed into her as every muscle in his body
contracted all at once...
"Your son's cumming, Sandy. Look. You made him do this...
You did this." I voiced as thick streams of David's sperm
saturated his Mother's womb.
I jumped to my knees, grasping Sandra in my arms. David's
loud cries filled the room as she was disoriented from
her powerful, mind-blowing orgasm. His hands squeezed her
ass forcefully, bringing her down around his cock. I held
Sandra as her son filled her with his life giving
semen... I could tell that with every discharge of his
seed sent waves of incredible delight throughout her
Motherly hips.
"Your son's cumming inside you, Sandy. It feels so good,
doesn't it?" I whispered as her head lay on my shoulder.
Her low moans continued as David's relentless thrusting
continued.
"You made your man cum, who would've ever thought your
son would do this to you?
To feel his own sperm fill you? You love this, don't
you?"
All she could do was nod yes as her son continued
shooting thick ropes of his cum inside her.
"I love you, Mother." Exclaimed David as the last of his
seed trickled out.
Their second orgasm shook each of them to their very
core. Sandra couldn't believe that her child's semen was
now coursing throughout her veins. Judging from my own
experience with David, I could almost bet he doused her
with at least a half a gallon of his seed. With Sandra
still in my arms, I held her as she caught her breath as
I caressed her drenched mane of hair.
She had probably experienced the most rigorous sex of her
entire life in the last two days, and she was clearly
exhausted. I knew David could more than likely go again,
but this was enough for one day. I didn't want them to
have too much of a good thing, so I eased Sandra down on
the bed as we all fell asleep together in each other's
arms. It was the end of their first day of many as
lovers. There was no turning back now.
The next day, I awoke to find my bed empty. Much to my
surprise, Sandra and David got up earlier for a swim in
my pool. As I got out of bed, I heard the two laughing
and cavorting outside my window. I was somewhat jealous,
but was pleased when I saw the two lovers swimming in the
nude together. I could tell that their joy was something
they both craved, and found in each other. Sandra was as
giddy as a teenager with her first love... her smiles
glowed with genuine candor as she and David frolicked
about, splashing each other with the water as silliness
and joy was the predominate mood. I grinned, thinking how
perfectly matched they were indeed. Their games abruptly
ended when Sandra quickly kissed her lover, embracing him
as they spun around in one another's arms. The humor
evaporated briefly they exchanged hushed, 'I love yous,'
between a series of deep soul kisses. I was simply amazed
by the sight...
Later that day, I greeted the two sunbathing in the nude
with lunch. David and his Mother were holding hands as
they greeted me with sincere affinity. The two lovingly
expressed their gratitude for arranging their impassioned
union. David watched as his Mother and I kissed each
other tenderly for quite some time. Being the sexually
charged creatures we were, Sandra and I soon fell back
upon my lawn chair as our kiss matured into full blown
sex. I crawled around her, like a lion to their prey as
we locked our bodies together in a torrid, steamy sixty-
nine.
With my derriere hovering above Sandra's face, we both
proceeded to intoxicate ourselves in each other's flowing
juices. I sealed my lips around her beautiful vagina,
swallowing the tart thickness of her womanly being. My
senses were electrified just thinking about my tongue,
and how her son's cock was probably there just moments
before. Our limbs entwined as we rocked back and forth
together; feeling her hands graze across my thighs, up to
the thick globes of my backside.
In that hazy moment, I felt David's cock gently flow into
my ass. With my surprise, Sandra's efforts multiplied as
I was being double-teamed by Mother and Son. I felt
absolutely wonderful as both of my most delicate orifices
were being savored; it was the beginning of a new part of
my life.
From that day on, David and Sandra's relationship would
never be the same.
Both Sandra and I called in sick for the next two weeks
as David took off from school. We stayed at my house,
not leaving once for that two-week period. David showered
his Mother with magnificent gifts and made us scrumptious
dinners practically every night. He was the most courteous
gentleman a woman could ever hope for... He would leave
Sandra intimate love notes scattered throughout the house
for her to see-- a reminder of his undying love for her.
It was something to see... passion seemed to flow in
their every move together. Their lovemaking seemed to
strengthen their bond time after time-- orgasm after
mind-boggling orgasm. I vividly recall one evening in
particular...
David had just finished making plans for a catered formal
dinner for the two of them, which I gladly paid for
myself. They were dressed in their finest attire with
David in a sharp tuxedo, and Sandra dressed in a
strapless, black ankle-length cocktail dress. She had
spent the entire day preparing for their special dinner,
getting a manicure and having her nails done. The
caterers arrived that evening along with two servants--
following David's instructions to the exact detail.
Candles lit the entire dining room-- red long stemmed
roses garnished the table, and soft jazz music played
throughout the house. It was the most romantic atmosphere
I had ever seen anyone create for their beloved. Sandra
came down from her room around 7pm.
At the bottom of the staircase stood her son; so handsome
and fair. Taking her elegant hand in his, he softly
kissed the back of her hand as she was lead arm in arm
into the main dining area. There the two sat down to
enjoy each other's company for the rest of the evening,
relishing each other's company over wine and a
scrumptious seafood feast. The dinner staff had no clue
they were working that evening for a Mother and Son...
for all they knew, David and Sandra were a normal couple
celebrating their love. In many ways they were, but if
they only knew...
After the main course ended, both Mother and Son shared a
long, slow dance together in the parlor adjoining the
dining room. Like the dining room, several candles lit
the room to create the perfect ambiance. The two lovers
lost themselves in the moment-- Sandra drifted away in
her lover' s arms. She had finally found the perfect man.
With dinner finished, David informed the staff that their
services were no longer required, yet held Sandra at the
table, telling her that dessert was still on order.
Becoming a bit daring, David blindfolded his Mother and
asked her to stay seated as he went to fetch her dessert
plate... With darkness rampant, all she could hear were
the sound of wheels coming closer.
Soon, a fresh, delightful aroma filled her senses...
oranges, bananas, tangerines, all of the wonderful
healthy foods she loved to indulge herself in. Hearing
the grinding wheels come up beside her, she glowed with a
telling smile as she felt her son's hands gracefully
caress her soft, bare shoulders. His warm breath fell
upon her neck for a kiss as he sighed in rapture.
"Are you ready for dessert, Mother?" He asked timidly.
"Uhmm, I am, sweetheart." Replied his lover in
contentment; turning her head to kiss him affectionately.
With that, the blindfold fell from her eyes to see me
laying nude on a cart, resting atop a bed of healthy and
exotic fruits. My entire backside was garnished with the
same... I was on my stomach, propped up on my elbows with
my knees bent upward. I had just shaved my legs, so my
skin was soft and smooth to the touch. David had thought
up the concept days earlier, and I was all for it.
With a grape dangling from my mouth, I coyishly raised my
fingers to the grape as I clamped my teeth around it--
all the while staring at Sandra with the finest seductive
expression I could offer. My mouth filled with grape
juice, I ran my tongue along my lips-- as if to douse
Sandra's body with it. The look on my face said "Fuck me"
all over it, and I knew she would gracefully comply.
Sandra's look in her eyes was of pure hunger. Blushing
after I mouthed the words "I want you", all she could do
was lean closer to me. She longingly gazed across my
backside, draped in several types of mouth-watering
fruits. My lower back was gingerly decorated with
pineapple slices... from there, she noticed my bronzed
ass glistening with orange slices and bananas.
"I thought you'd like this, Mother." Said David as he
wheeled me closer to her.
"Oh, David. You'll never know." She said, taking notice
of my soaked mane of hair.
I looked like a animal from the wild; plucked away from
its habitat to mate with Sandra. David clutched two
freshly peeled oranges in both hands, applying steady
pressure to each as trickles of sweet juice fell upon my
brown skin. I flinched, puckering my lips as the juice
ran over my back, and across my full ass. Sandra gasped
as she watched the juice trickle down the full contours
of my shapely beige ass. A pool of the juice collected in
the lower dip of my back, right where my spine curves
inward to round out the top portion of my buttocks. But
before Sandra could begin her feast, David reached into
his coat pocket and knelt beside her.
In his hand, he presented Sandra with a tiny jewelry box.
She immediately knew what it was.
"Will you marry me, Mother? Will you give my life this
one precious gift?" Asked David in his most serious tone.
He looked into his Mother's sapphire eyes with the utmost
conviction and determination. Wow... I couldn't believe
what he had just done. Tears swelled in Sandra's eyes as
she caught her breath in complete shock. Not only had she
made love to her own son, but now he was asking for her
hand in marriage. It was a lot to think about.
"I promise that my heart will be yours for all time. I'll
be there when you need me... You'll be loved and adored
for the rest of your life, Mother. That I can promise
you... You're the love of my life." He said as he opened
the box, revealing an exquisite 28-caret diamond ring.
Sandra openly wept as he took the ring, and placed it on
her ring finger. Her hands trembled as he did. Mine would
be too if I were in her shoes at that moment.
"Oh, David." Sandra replied. "Baby, this is just..."
"What?" He said, leaning in closer to her. They both
gazed at her gorgeous ring as tears dripped from her
lovely face. I smiled lovingly at the two... they were so
in love.
"Will you, Mother?" He asked yet again, kissing her tear
soaked face with finesse.
Sandra quickly looked up, gathering her heart's
affirmation. She had to go with the deeply felt instincts
now laced throughout her heart. It couldn't be denied or
hidden.
It was her ultimate destiny.
"Yes," she said, choking back the flood of tears. Her
reply was music to my ears.
A tear seized David as he embraced his Mother, sealing
their fate for all time. They vigorously embraced one
another as Sandra cried in her lover's arms. Muddled in
the sounds of their cries, all they could say was, "I
love you... I love you."
"I guess this ended up being an engagement party?" I
remarked.
Sandra eased back from the hug as she excitedly nodded
yes, showing me the ring. I took her hand to see for
myself. It was beautiful. And I could hardly imagine how
much David had spent on his lovely Mother-- now Bride to
be.
"I think this calls for a celebration. May I kiss the
bride?" I asked as Sandra happily complied.
I could taste the tears of joy on her pouty lips. She was
so happy.
"Thank you," she whispered to me. "Thank you for finding
my son for me."
"You mean your fiancee?" I asked with a telling smile on
my face.
She happily nodded yes as we kissed once more. I cradled
her head in my hand; deciding to initiate their vows
right here and now. We typically would go to my bedroom
for such festivities, yet I knew we couldn't wait for
that. Sandra's eagerness in showing me her gratitude
certainly proved true as every slice of fruit was
consumed, and/or slithered across my tawny flesh.
Still on my elbows, I put my best effort forward to
remain on that cart as both David and Sandra savored each
globe of my glistening derriere. I glanced back over my
shoulder to see both heads fluttering atop my cheeks.
Sandra's mouth was parted as wide as it could go; lips
pressed against my flesh in an attempt to inhale as much
of my ass flesh as possible into her raving mouth. It was
all I could do to keep my composure; what was left of it
anyway.
David sensed his Mother's growing hunger with each lap of
her tongue, and stepped back to watch. Delicate whimpers
of delight escaped my lips as Sandra now had my backside
all to herself. He was used to seeing that appetite
bestowed upon himself, but now it was all on me.
"She loves you so much, Shannon." David whispered,
catching me off guard. This was usually my tactic;
verbalizing the moment at hand. My face splintered in
ecstasy and joy as a slight smile emerged.
"Your ass is so beautiful. God, look at her just
devouring it. Those plump cheeks..." He said, sitting
down in front of me as I felt Sandra's hot breath soothed
the moist cleavage of my rump. I looked back once more to
see Sandra directly behind me; each hand resting upon
each malleable orb. Her fingers were spread wide, trying
to clutch as much of my flesh as possible as her face
descended between my heightened cleavage.
"God Shannon-- look at your cheeks against Mother's face.
Do you know how beautiful this is? Can't you see how much
she loves this?" Asked David in his gratifying low tone.
His Mother moaned in muffled agreement as her face was
smothered deep in ass. Her son's words inspired her, and
obviously so as I felt her tongue flatten itself against
my anal cove. I shuddered aloud; clinching my fists in
vehemence... It had been way too long since Sandra and I
last made love, and this was by far a welcome salutation.
"Her face looks so good in your ass." Replied David as
his Mother's tongue circled my forbidden realm.
"Yeeeesssss." I whimpered in exultation. "Talk about my
ass, David."
He leaned in, cheek to cheek as his breath warmed my ear.
"You like this, don't you Shannon? You like having a
beautiful woman like my Mother tasting your ass?" He said
softly.
"Uh-huh." I retorted.
His view of his Mother over my shoulder gave David enough
to certainly talk about.
"Her fingers pressed into your cheeks... look at those
fingernails just digging into that tan skin."
I cried out as I felt Sandra's tongue slip into my
relaxed orifice. I opened to her, feeling the scalding
warmth of her tongue swab my asshole.
"She's inside you, isn't she?" asked David.
"Uh-huh." I replied breathlessly.
"Feel it, Shannon." He said with encouragement. "Feel her
devotion and love for you... give your gorgeous ass to
her." David said as he saw Sandra's palms part my
moistened spheres for a deeper thrust of her tongue.
"God look at that," he added. "Look at her hands cupping
your cheeks. God that is so hot."
If he only knew how good this felt. My tonguing of his
backside earlier was pale in comparison; completely
different between females. I felt her hands lightly pat
my (now) trembling cheeks as David took hold of another
peeled orange.
Again, his grip burst forth more juice upon my ass as
well as Sandra's face. The sensation of cold liquid
marinating my globes, mixed with her spicy hot tongue
wedged deep in my ass was simply too much. My backside
rippled with wave after wave of joyance. I'm sure Sandra
and David loved watching my glossy, full ass quake in
pleasure; at least so they admitted later.
"Oh God my ass... my ass. So deep." I cried out in open-
mouthed ecstasy.
"She's so deep."
My muscles clinched her tongue; an involuntary action to
hold her inside me perhaps?
Absolutely. Even my body wanted all she could give. I
wanted to absorb all of her at that moment. Of course, if
it would have been possible, I would gladly have let her
fill me with her entire body; our union was that strong.
Her tongue quickly fell out from me as I opened my eyes.
I didn't want it to end. Looking back, I saw Sandra slip
out of her dress in that seductive way that I had grown
to love. That coal black bra and thong made her buxom
flesh so enticing, and when she crawled on the cart with
me, I had to bite my lower lip watching her shed those
remaining garments.
David had to lock the wheels down on the cart so his
Mother and I wouldn't roll around the dining room during
our impassioned tryst. Her large breasts skimmed over my
ass ever so lightly. I could hear her coo with each
gentle sway. Breast against ass...
Oh my. She then eased her chest downward, watching her
breasts squash my skin... each of our knolls curved
outward.
"Oh look at that, Shannon. Look at those breasts on your
ass." Remarked David as Sandra lifted her misty eyed face
to look at me gazing directly at her. Her mouth hung open
as that untamed look of lust captivated my senses. With
that, Sandra ascended up my frame, drawing her Motherly
breasts along my lower back. She reached my neck,
clamping her mouth upon my neck as she mounted my ass. I
could hear her unintelligible moans of lust.
"Oh Sandra." I gently uttered, feeling her pubic hairs
tickle my ass. Her hips began to grind against me as I
reached around to hold her head against me.
"You're so fucking hot." I said in a more authoritative
tone. "You wanna fuck me, don't you baby? Huh?"
"Uh-hum." Sandra moaned, intoxicated by the possibility.
"You wanna fuck me like an animal, don't you?"
Saliva drooled out on my neck as her teeth sank into my
neck. I squealed as her hips thrust themselves into my
ass. Her slippery breasts smothered my back as her hands
ran up and down my sides. I was her hostage now... she
could do anything she wanted with me.
Her mouth plundered my neck, chewing my flesh hungrily as
she instinctively humped against me. I could tell she
liked this, as well as bringing herself closer to orgasm
with every thrust.
"You like humping my ass, don't you?"
Her mouth broke off to exhale in short-winded agreement.
"You loved stabbing my ass with your tongue, didn't you?"
I said as her thrusts grew rampantly. "Like you were
mating with me."
Sandra wailed in bliss and disbelief. She loved the way I
transposed the typical male-female acts of copulation
into our entanglements. It was an effective theme that we
shared from time to time, although generally we preferred
softer expressions of lovemaking.
But now we were like beasts wanting to mate.
I shoved her off me as I quickly came around to
forcefully kiss her. The intensity between us sent David
into silence. All he could do was watch in bewilderment
as his Mother became this unruly, wild savage. (It was to
be a theme I would explore later.) Our arms vigorously
held each other; mouth to mouth-- bosom to breast. Our
bodies were now slick with the pulpy mass of fruit as
several chunks fell to the floor around us. Sandra's
tongue pierced my mouth as I swallowed it whole. Our
heads twisted hastily in an attempt for a deeper kiss.
"Fuck me." I gasped.
Sandra's only reply was her fingers clutching my hair,
throwing my head back so she could consume my neck. Her
legs shifted so our pussies came in contact with each
other. We sat straddling each other, feeling the heat of
our wombs surge in affirmation. This woman's starvation
simply amazed me... All I could do was encourage her with
my filthy tongue.
"You give me that you fucking animal. Make me your woman-
- hump me like a man you fucking beast." And did she. Oh
God, did she.
My hands went to her sides, grasping her plump hips just
like David did. I don't see how we kept on that cart
because our bodies were pushing and pulling together in
commanding strength. My arms pulled her in as she dug her
pussy into mine... I could tell her clit was swollen as I
felt it several times against me.
The three of us ended up in the bedroom that night, and
exhausted ourselves for the next two days making love in
every manner possible. Sandra and I would pair off, David
and his Mother would, or David and I... Sandra didn't
show any resentfulness whatsoever when she watched David
and I have sex. In fact, she would encourage us along as
she masturbated every time.
It didn't matter... we all three loved each other
equally, yet I knew that my love for them would never
compare to the bond that David and Sandra had. They
simply felt a much more profound affinity for one
another. Their lovemaking would often bring out the
finest in both of them. You could just tell it held a
powerful meaning by the way they looked at each other,
the way they kissed, the way they made love. This display
was quite apparent one evening when I walked in on the
two in my bed. They were of course having sex, yet I
heard both of their impassioned cries of enchantment once
I walked through the front door.
Once I entered the bedroom, I saw both Mother and Son in
the standard missionary position.
Naturally, I came to rest beside them as I concentrated
on watching them. Both of their bodies were glazed in
sweat as David held his Mother's wide childbearing hips
in his courageous palms. Sandra held her son's head
between her neck and shoulder; welcoming his solid, agile
foray into her.
"Oh my son... give me a child. A child... make your
Mother pregnant." She whispered into his ear.
"Make... me... pregnant," she chanted impassionedly
between his unrelenting plunges. He sank into her with
such subtlety and skill; he had become a flawless lover.
Every time she begged her son for this prize, he bucked
and rammed into his Mother even harder. My hunch was
indeed true... David wasn't afraid of making a woman
pregnant. In fact, he desired it as well. That plus the
fact that he was going to make his own Mother pregnant
made the act even more compelling. The very womb he was
created in was about to be lusciously inseminated.
"You're gonna be a Daddy, David... You like that, don't
you?" Sandra said, knowing she hit a nerve deep within
her child.
"Oh Mother..." he gasped, gripping those saffron hips in
assurance.
He leaned back to look into her loving, sapphire eyes.
His fingers entrenched themselves deep into her fleshy
thighs once more.
"I want... you. Be the Mother of my child." He said,
trying to submerge his rock solid cock as deep as
possible.
"Our child... OUR child, love." she retorted, catching
her breath.
David shuddered in surreal prospect as his Mother placed
her feet flat on the bed, forcing her son to the deepest
point inside her fertile womb. I couldn't believe what I
was hearing, much less seeing. My eyes bulged out,
sitting in complete shock. I knew they didn't practice
any birth control, and often wondered what would happen
if Sandra became did in fact become pregnant. (She never
once mentioned to David that he couldn't cum inside her.)
Now it was clear that she desperately craved a child with
her lover-- her fiancee-- her own son. All that mattered
at this moment was the resplendent conception of a child;
a living symbol of their undying love for one another.
Every muscle in David's body tensed up. His face
contorted in various shocking expressions as his life
giving seed began its irrevocable surge. Sandra grasped
her son's head so they could stare at one another at the
exact moment of climax.
"Give us a child, David... give us a child." She huffed
as her son affectionately pounded her.
"Oh Mother I will... I will." He said, crying out with a
vicious shudder.
Then it happened. David's body surrendered to orgasm
induced by his Mother's warm, loving pussy. Sandra
quietly squealed to herself, feeling her son's first
stream of semen teem throughout her beloved womb. Each
climax moved his body to it's core... every thrust he
could muster dipped his manhood deeper and deeper.
Sandra locked up, strenuously kissing David as the orgasm
carried through. Her legs held the sweaty frame of her
lover tight, making sure every burst of her son's
precious, penetrating sperm stayed inside her. She was
going to be the Mother of his child. It was the most
powerful orgasm I had ever seen two people experience
together.
Later that evening, the two pledged to me that they
wouldn't leave my bedroom until Sandra's womb was
carrying she and David's first child. And that was fine
with me. I went out to the local drug store to stock up
on EPT's for the occasion. Arriving back home, I found
the two engaged once more in breathless, meaningful sex.
(They were like Honeymooners since they became lovers.)
This time, Sandra was on all fours as David pounded her
in a uninhibited doggy style position. Sandra heard me
come in, and extended her hand out to me.
"Hold me, love... Hold me." She pleaded with sincerity.
I lovingly complied as I laid in front of her. Her arms
motioned for an embrace as I held her up for support. It
was amazing holding a woman like this as her entire body
absorbed every thrust from her gorgeous son.
"Tell me I'm going to be a mother, Shannon," begged
Sandra. "Tell me he's going to make me pregnant...
please."
I held my breath in awe, gazing up to see David's robust
body hurl itself into his Mother. We locked eyes as I
then found the will to give Sandra what she wanted.
"He IS going to make you a Mother, Sandra," I said,
kissing her unrestrained hair softly. She whined in
delight hearing me assert this deeply felt hope.
David's hands rested on his Mother's ass, squeezing their
shapely form as his intent became clear. He glanced down
quickly to see her moist flesh receive his stabbing cock
again and again. Every pulsating inch of that young man's
cock sank all the way into his Mother's vulva.
I knew he loved doggy style, but not this much. That boy
was hell bent on making this girl pregnant; his face said
it all.
"Oh Sandy-- he's going to make such a good Daddy." I
said. Again, Sandra whimpered, this time much louder.
"Husband and wife... your son coming back to plant the
seed of life... back where he belongs."
Sandra screamed into my shoulder, causing David to recoil
with another first wave of his boiling, yet welcome seed.
"Oh my GAWD-- he's coming!" Screamed Sandra. "He's so
deep."
"Oh darling-- you're going to be a Mommy soon. Yes,
love... a Mommy." I exclaimed as I watched David's eyes
roll back into his head. His body swayed in euphoria,
still clutching that gorgeous, plump ass that seemed to
suckle the very life force from his flesh "A child..."
plead David as he plunged again and again into his
loving Mother.
Sandra cried out in exaltation, surrendering to the
relentless amount of sperm that filled her pussy once
more. Her teeth clamped my blouse, grunting like a
primitive cave woman. My arms strengthened their hold...
I knew this was it. This was the orgasm that was going to
create life... a baby. I just knew it.
Two days passed, and every morning, I helped Sandra with
the pregnancy test.
On Friday, Sandra saw the results she wanted. She was
pregnant.
Thrilled, she embraced me with a kiss as she raced out to
the bed where David was still asleep. Waking him with a
kiss, her excitement eased as she quietly (but lovingly)
broke the news.
"David? David, honey... I'm pregnant. I'm going to have
our baby, sweetheart," She whispered tenderly.
Tears stung Sandra's eyes as she openly wept. David
happily basked in the news, tenderly embracing the Mother
of his child as the two realized that their lives would
forever be entwined.
"I love you, Mother. God I love you so much." he said.
The tears crippled her reaction.
"I... love you too, baby. I just... I'm just so happy."
It was the perfect moment that crystallized their newly
found love. They no longer looked upon each other as
Mother and Son... they both were lovers who, without
shame or guilt, embraced their inner yearning for
unconditional, and endless love. Any other couple would
have been envious of the depth and significance of this
impassioned coupling.
I couldn't have been happier than at this moment... and
such a powerful moment too; when two people realize that,
as a result of their love, a child would be given to
them. Conceived out of love and eagerness... I held each
of them as happiness enveloped all three of us.
David Harsin married Sandra Williams on a beautiful
spring day the following May. Two months prior, Sandra
had given birth to their first child, a healthy baby girl
they named Elizabeth Danielle Harsin.
The extravagant ceremony was held on my back lawn as
dozens of David and Sandra's friends attended. Since no
one knew about their prior relationship, everyone thought
that David and Sandra were simply a couple; which by this
time they indeed were. I was asked to give Sandra away,
which I graciously carried out with pleasure. Sandra
looked so beautiful as the blushing bride. A true vision
of beauty and refinement.
David's college friends thought he was insane for getting
married so young, but once they saw the sizzling hot lady
he was marrying, they were all incredibly envious. I had
to bite my lip several times throughout the emotional
ceremony. If the guests in attendance only knew how far
the bride and groom had come to reach this momentous day.
(The mere concept still takes my breath away as I write
this.) Tears were shed, smiles were given, and rings
exchanged as Sandra lovingly pronounced the vows to her
son; "I do."
Sandra joyfully took her husband's name as they were
pronounced man and wife; Mr. and Mrs. David Harsin.
Agreeing to watch the baby for them, David and Sandra
went on a two month long honeymoon in the Caicos Islands.
My parents owned a secluded beach side residence they
only used two weeks out of the year, so I sent the
newlyweds on their way. David had decided to sit out of
college for a year to focus on his marriage, and Sandra
quit her job at the real estate agency.
That was fine with me since they both moved in with me a
month after they realized their love. That, plus Sandra
wanted to focus on being the best Mother she could
possibly be. (She was such a tender and loving Mother.)
They had no expenses, no worries, nothing... and that was
the way I wanted it for them. I didn't want anything to
come between them; I loved them that much. I had decided
to stay in Chicago since this was their time, and not
mine.
We kept in touch every few days during their honeymoon.
Sandra would call me, gloating in fulfillment about what
David and she had done that day. Sandra had grown to love
sucking her husband's cock immensely. She loved watching
him tremble as she lovingly induced orgasm after orgasm,
engulfing his precious seed into her awaiting stomach.
Their sex became more assertive, exploring each other's
every desire with unbridled fervor.
David introduced his angelic bride to the varied
pleasures of anal intercourse. Sandra found that she
enjoyed this passionate act of intercourse profoundly.
(It didn't surprise me since David adored both of our
bountiful backsides. It was to become a fetish we would
spend many nights delving into.) It was as if she had
been awoken to her true sexual instinct in his arms.
Nothing was taboo, no act was deemed wrong or shameful...
Upon their return, I was greeted by a very tan and toned
couple. Sandra's hair had turned back to its original
lustrous blonde as her skin glowed with a deep brown hue.
David too seemed to be more handsome than ever with his
buff body and tan skin. Even after two months, their
romance had not died off the least bit. After a
meaningful welcome home hug, Sandra took my hand; placing
it on her stomach. With a telling smile, I felt a slight
bulge in her abdomen. "Again?" I asked with a coy smile.
Sandra nodded happily. "It's hard not to when you make
love over ten times a day, sweetheart."
We laughed together, holding each other as we celebrated
the welcomed news.
***
Afterthoughts...
Sandra and David recently celebrated their tenth wedding
anniversary, and now have four beautiful healthy children
together. David became the doting Father Sandra and I
faithfully expected. On their first anniversary, they
proposed to me on our vacation to Maui, welcoming me into
their marriage as their wife. We arranged for a native
tribal minister to marry the three of us in a private
beach side ceremony there in Hawaii. The ritual concluded
as the three of us were submerged naked into the warm
waters of the Pacific.
It was the most amazing moment in my entire life.
The three of us raise the children as our own, and enjoy
the comfortable lifestyle of a leisure, relaxed pace at
our home. At forty, I now have a beautiful husband and
wife I can call my own, and four sweet children that I
adore tremendously. David went on to become a successful
lawyer, and Sandra and I began our own consulting firm,
working together as woman and wife. It amazes to me this
day, even as I write this to you. All of my doubts about
commitment and devotion shattered when David and Sandra
walked into my life.
Through revealing a forbidden sexual taboo, my life
prospered in all areas. It took the devotion of a Mother
and her son to show me the genuine meaning of love. It
changed me greatly... even to the point of having my
tubes surgically un-tied last year so I could conceive a
child with our loving husband.
I am due with David, Sandra, and my first child next
August.
The End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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