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 Title: Never Doubt I Love Ch.  02


Summary: With such dexterity to incestuous sheets.
Keywords: inc,fic,written by women



   We spent two more days in New York, almost all of it in bed.  Knowing my
husband would assiduously check the bills, we did go out to eat - how could
you explain forty-eight straight hours of room service - and bought tickets
to events we had no intention of attending.

   It was only after several celibate days back in Arkansas, however, that
I truly understood the import of our trip.  What had happened in New York
was not a wild inexplicable fling.  It became clear to me that I was
smitten with my son, hopelessly in love with him.  When I confessed my
feelings to him he told me he'd been in love with me for years.  And so
while faithful to my husband in body, I left him in spirit.  Rick became my
husband or, more accurately, the husband I wished I had.  He was the one I
turned to for support, the one who listened to my fears and concerns, the
one with whom I shared my emotions and intimacies, things important and
unimportant, everything.  I resigned from my marriage.  My husband who for
years had displayed only a passing interest in my life, didn't notice.

   In retrospect it is clear this arrangement couldn't last forever.  What
shook it loose was my husband's monthly poker game with his brother and
some friends.  Rick and I spent the evening cuddling on the couch watching
a movie when Charles staggered through the door, drunk and stinking of
cigars and cigarettes.

   "Upstairs woman, I need some."

   Rick, his stare intense and anger palatable, stood to confront his
father.  I put a hand on Rick's shoulder.

   "It's okay dear, I can handle this."

   Charles looked at his son's face.

   "You got a problem, wimp?  Your Mom needs a man right now.  A man who
knows how to fuck a stuck-up bitch like her."

   Then Charles turned his gaze back to me.  He didn't like the look on my
face either.  "Pretending to be refined?  Shit, you were trash when I found
you and you'll be trash when I leave.  Get your ass upstairs."

   Rick was ready to pounce.  I stepped between them.  "Charles, I'm ready,
let's go to bed."

   I followed him upstairs and into our bedroom.  He collapsed onto the
bed, saying, "Just need to lay down a second," and fell asleep.  His
drunken snoring was deafening.

   I'm not sure how long I'd been crying when Rick walked in.  I buried my
face in his shoulder and sobbed.

   When I was temporarily cried out, he led me to the bathroom, where I
washed my face.  I followed him to his bedroom and lay next to him.  I
cried some more while he held me.  Finally, exhausted, I lifted myself on
an elbow and looked in his eyes.

   "I love you Rick."

   And then I kissed him.  It was intended as an innocent act of affection,
but a bolt of electricity shot through me.  I had thought we had put the
sex behind us, I thought I was too upset to be aroused.  I thought wrong. I
kissed him again, harder.  Waves of heat cascaded though me.  He kissed me
back.  His hands slid around my back and held me tight; his strong lips
pressed against mine.  I ran my hands to the inside of his thighs; my arm
brushed his erection.  His mouth parted and my tongue found his.  They
started with a frisky gambol that evolved into a sensual tango.  I
straddled him.  My breasts pressed against his chest.  My nipples hardened.
I was desperate for him.  I needed him.  I pulled my shirt and bra over my
head, tossing them aside.  I unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his strong
chest.  I licked his nipples.  I wanted to consume him whole.  I pulled off
his shirt; it joined mine on the floor.

   He reached for my breasts, pushing them together.  His thumbs swept over
my areolas and then he captured the nipples between his index finger and
thumb, squeezing them.  "Mom, you have such wonderful breasts, they're
beautiful, they're magnificent."

   He pinched and rolled my nipples and, sensing my increasing arousal,
kneaded my full breasts.  The pleasure in my tits fed directly to my sex;
my cunt ached with need and desire.

   I lowered my chest; he made circular motions around my nipples with his
tongue and then gently sucked them into his mouth.

   "Uhhhmmmm...."

   He pushed my breasts together and alternated between my nipples, sucking
and licking them with increasing force.  My breath was ragged and my eyes
watered with lust.  I loved it.  He moved his hands down to my ass, cupping
and rubbing my ass cheeks.  Another low moan escaped me.  A shiver ran up
my spine.

   "I love you Mom...you're so beautiful."

   My pussy juice was flowing.  I got to my knees, unbuckled his belt,
unzipped his shorts, and pulled them down the length of his legs.  He had
already kicked off his sandals.  His shorts and underwear joined my blouse
and bra on the floor.

   And there it was, my son's magnificent tool, hard and swinging free. 
The relentless cock that over four days in New York had shown me places I
thought existed only in romance novels.  God, I missed it.  I grabbed its
base and stroked it.  Giving him my most innocent look, I said, "What do
you want Mommy to do with this fat cock of yours?"

   "Could you lick it?  Suck me...suck it."

   I opened my mouth and took him inside, blowing him, sucking him, licking
him with manic intensity.  My pussy was dripping hot; I loved it, this is
what I was meant to do.

   He jammed his cock hard into my mouth.  I gagged and he pulled it out.

   "I'm sorry Mom, got carried away."

   "Honey, you don't need to apologize, its wonderful."

   I grabbed hold of his dick; it was dripping with my saliva; I slid it
over my face.  I swallowed its dusty brown head, licked down the shaft, and
sucked his balls into my mouth.

   "Oh god Mom...I have to fuck you."

   I looked up, nostrils flaring, spit dripping from the corners of my
mouth, pushing the hair from my face.  "Is that what you want son, you want
to fuck me, you want to fuck your mother with this beautiful thing?"

   I stood, kicked off my shoes, and pushed my jeans down my body.  "Honey,
Mommy wants to fuck you so bad.  I've wanted your cock back in me, dreamed
about it.  In the shower, in the morning, I rub myself thinking about our
time together.  Mama will never say no again."

   I noticed he was looking past me, looking at my image in the mirror,
staring at my ass.

   "You like Mommy's butt, don't you?"

   "Yeah.  I love your butt, how pretty it is.  I think about it all the
time."

   I thought about the days I spent flipping through sex manuals, looking
for something my husband might enjoy other than the missionary position,
some change that might spice up what had become a dreary duty.  I recalled
a position I couldn't get him to try.  What did they call it, the reverse
mastery?  I straddled my son, facing away from him, placing my legs
alongside his torso and arms outside his legs.  My breasts dangled below
me, swinging above his knees.  If he liked looking at my ass, it wasn't
going to get much better than this.  I could see our reflection in the
bedroom mirror.  He did also, we looked into each other's eyes.

   "Honey, guide your cock into my pussy."

   The head of his cock rub nestled in the opening of my vagina and slid,
barely, inside.

   In this position I'd have full control of our movements, determining how
fast and deep he'd penetrate me.  I moved deliberately, wanting to revel in
each sensation.  I felt a quick sharp explosion.  I stopped, absorbed in
the momentary delight.  In this position, I realized, his dick would ride
right over my g-spot.  This was going to be exquisite!

   I held still, trying to capture, catalog, remember all the feelings. 
There'd be no going back, once I accepted my son as my lover in our home, I
would never say no to him again.  I felt the head of his cock inside my
hole, stretching it.  Was I truly ready to make my son my lover?  Was I
ready to accept the consequences of what was no longer an incestuous fling
in a city far from home, but a commitment that would be central to my life.
I looked into the mirror and saw my son's face, eyes closed, awash in
pleasure.  Here was the man I loved.  I felt need boiling in my pussy.  The
feeling of his cock inside me was so hot.  I pushed back and my son slid
deeper inside my open waiting pussy.  Yes, this is what I wanted

   "Aaaahhhhhh.....," I moaned.

   I pushed back, taking a bit more of him inside me.  It had been weeks
since our frantic non-stop fucking in New York.  Then I had been fully
stretched, now I needed to take my time.  So I took a little more of him in
me, and then a little more, enjoying the full hot feeling as my pussy
molding herself to his cock.

   So lost was I in the voluptuous burning sensation that I was unprepared
when our groins fully merged, my ass on his stomach.  I took a few moments
to simply enjoy the sensation of being filled before I started to fuck him,
my movements long and steady.  When I strained to look behind me I was
rewarded with the sight of the entire length of his cock disappearing into
my pussy.

   I was fucking his dick.  Yes, this was what I wanted.  I was in heaven.
He moaned and started moving against me.  When I reached bottom we ground
our bodies into each other, my clit slapping against his magnificent balls.

   "Ahhhh...ohhhhhh...uhmmmmm.....," I groaned.

   His thick cock was lodged in the place from which he emerged eighteen
years before.  It was sinful, it was depraved, it was what I craved.  When
I moved forward until only the head of his motherfucking cock was lodged
within me, his put a hand on my hip.  "Stop for a second," he said.

   He ran his fingers through my labia.

   I again took his entire length inside me.  When I reached bottom his now
lubricated finger massaged the opening to my asshole.  Ohhhhhh, that felt
good.

   "Oooohhhhh, Rickie, So good, Myyyyy Goddddd...Ahhhhhhhh..."

   We continued to fuck.  I increased the speed, loving the way he filled
me.  I was close, so close, ready to climax, but I didn't want to yet.  I
wanted to wait, to come when he did.  I thought about pulling off him,
maybe sucking his cock, getting him ready, but fucking him was like
hypnosis, I lost the will to do anything else.  The finger that had been
massaging my perineum and butt hole penetrated my rectum, moving in and
out, swirling around inside.

   "Uuuuhhhhmmmm..." I moaned.

   It was joined by a second finger.

   "Oh god son...oh Jesus...ohhhhhh."

   Walls of fire burned inside me, I couldn't stop, I was a slave to my
desire.  My eyes rolled back in my head and my upper body slumped forward.
I rested my head on my hands and pressed my breasts to Rick's legs,
furiously pumping my pussy on his cock.  I wanted to scream.  I thought
about my husband, just a few rooms away, but I knew his drunken stupors. 
Nothing could disturb him now.  I shouted a single word, "Fuck," Rick
slammed his rod into me, and a divine orgasm erupted, consuming my
universe. The full array of the colors of a sunset shone in my head, bright
and distinct, before smearing into a sheet of fiery liquid.

   My body was beyond my control, flopping and shaking violently.  I had
never felt this good before.  When I finally oriented myself I was laying
on his legs, my chest expanding and shrinking as I tried to fill myself
with oxygen, muttering.  "Oh thank you baby, that was so good, no one knows
how to fuck Mommy like you, I love you Rick, I love you so much, Mommy
belongs to you now."

   I looked in the mirror.  Rick's cock was still buried inside me.  The
base of his thick tool was covered in cunt juice; it must have gushed from
me during my orgasm.  I wanted to suck him, to taste the evidence of our
immoral love.  I moved slowly, gingerly, forward, watching his sweet
mother-fucking manhood, still hard and thick with blood, emerge from my
vagina.

   I turned to him.  "Oh Rick, I need to taste your cock, then I'll ride it
again, I promise.  But please let me suck it, I want it in my mouth, to
lick, to drink our juices, oh please.  You won't say no to Mommy, will
you?"

   He didn't.  I took his dick in my mouth, savoring the sweet taste of my
pussy on his earthy tool.  I sucked hard, trying to capture all the musky
feral flavor of his man-meat.  As I bobbed up and down pre-cum dripped from
him, adding its thick salty taste to my meal.  I loved it...I loved his
smell, I loved his thickness, his hardness, I loved the way his cock filled
my mouth, forcing me to stretch my jaw.  Rick seemed to understand how much
I craved him, that I was willing to be whatever he wanted me to be.  He
grabbed my hair, pulling me off his tool.

   "Mom, that's great, but I need to fuck you now.  I want to be inside
you."

   Facing forward, I straddled him and grabbed his dick, guiding it into my
hole.  It slid in with ease.  I bounced up and down, lubricating his cock
with my juice.  He grabbed my tits, massaged them, squeezed them, and then
pulled me forward and sucked and licked them.  He was becoming more
confident, aggressive.  I rode him, I was his lover.  I'm fucking my own
son, I thought, I'm his, I belong to him, my stud lover son, my
mother-fucking son, my perfect wonderful mother-fucking son."

   Both of us were ready to come.  I leaned forward until our chests,
rendered frictionless by our sweat, slid against each other.  My hard
nipples vibrated in delight as they dragged across his strong body.  He was
pounding my pussy deep and hard, sending waves of electric pleasure through
me.  My body was purring; my pussy was burning.  His hands found my ass.  A
finger, then two, plunged into my asshole.

   "Oh fuck Mom...I'm going to cum...oh yes I'm going to cum."

   "Oh fuck me, I love riding your dick, oh god it's so big.  Cum
baby...cum inside me...Oh god yessssss...cum inside your Mom."

   I thought of my husband, drunk, lying insensible on a bed down the
hallway.  I kissed Rick hungrily.  Rick was the man I loved, the man I was
supposed to be with.

   "I love you son, I love you, I love you, I love you."

   Rick grunted and fired his sperm into me; I groaned and climaxed.  We
came together, parent and child, mother and son, soulmates, our seed mixing
together.  I was in a new world, a world where love and sex were joined
together in perfection.  I kissed him deep, sticking my tongue inside his
mouth, whimpering in ecstasy.  He held my ass and pulled me tighter against
him, his cock moving further into my core.

   Exhausted, I let my full weight rest on Rick's body.  My son made me cum
so hard!!  His eyes were closed.  I loved the warmth of his body, the way
our sweat intermingled, his chest as it rose and fell in time with his
breathing, the combination of our juices inside my womb.

   Finally I rolled off him and placed a hand on his chest.  "Rick, I love
you, I love you, I love you."

   He took my hand in his.  We lay together awhile.  We were quiet,
listening to the sound of our breathing.

   Finally Rick spoke.  "Mom, I love you too."

   We dozed off, waking an hour later.

   "Rick, I need to return to the bedroom.  I need to sleep next to your
dad.  I also need, as best I can, to undress him."

   "Let me help."

   I started to say no, that he didn't need to, but the determination in
his eyes said something else was going on.

   "Okay."

   We returned to the bedroom and the sound of my husband's snoring.  We
pulled off his clothes, occasionally eliciting a groggy drunken "what
the..." from him.  He would remember none of it in the morning.  But as my
son loomed over Charles' naked helpless body I saw him asserting, or
starting to assert, dominance over the itinerant form of his father.  He
pulled me to him and kissed me.  I crawled into bed; Rick returned to his
room.

   * * * *

   I woke early the next morning in possibly the best mood of my life.  My
body tingled and I was in love, madly in love.  I pulled on a light robe
and headed downstairs.  While I collected the ingredients for Rick's
favorite breakfast, my mind lingered on last night.  That is why the world
raved about sex.

   I remembered how much Rick had loved my ass, watching it, playing with
it.  I also remembered how good it felt when he slipped his fingers inside
it.  I had always refused my husband access to the back door.  I was still
a virgin back there; now I could give that to Rick.

   Near giddy with the thought of Rick entering me there, I opened the
refrigerator and pulled out a carrot.  I used a peeler to work it to the
right size, coated it with olive oil, and slid it in my ass.  It felt nice.
The carrot rotated in my butt as I walked upstairs and found some KY I had
purchased years ago.  I squeezed the tube and smeared some on a finger.  It
was still good.  I looked at my inert husband.  It may not do me much
credit, but I loved the thought of giving his son something I had denied
him.

   I opened the door to Rick's room.  He heard the noise and looked up. 
"Honey, breakfast will be ready in ten minutes."

   He was downstairs before that.  We kissed, our tongues danced together;
a hand settled over one of my breasts.  The desire to take him right there
was powerful, but I had gone to the trouble of fixing his favorite
breakfast.  I pulled my head from his; we were both panting with need.

   "Sweetheart, I hope you like it," pointing to the veggie migas: eggs,
sautéed bell peppers, onions, tomatoes, cilantro, pepper jack, and corn
tortilla strips.

   While he was clearly far more interested in my body than breakfast, he
smiled gratefully.

   "Thanks Mom!  Please sit down, let me serve you."

   I did.  The carrot pushed deeper into my ass.  A shudder went up my
spine and my toes curled.  Rick brought plates and utensils, filled my
coffee cup, poured glasses of water, and ladled out the food.  While we ate
he set his foot against mine, touching me lightly.  After we loaded the
dishes in the dishwasher I turned to him, laying my arms across his
shoulders.  "You know, your father will be out at least a couple of more
hours." I kissed him, enjoying his tongue's enthusiastic response.  He
backed me up to a counter.  Despite the limited number of our sexual
encounters he had already learned to read me; knowing when I wanted him
tender, when I needed him aggressive.  His tongue was in his mouth and his
hands, which had been running up and down my sides, moved to my breasts. 
His outstretched fingers covered almost their entire surface.  They
swelled; my hard nipples pressed against my robe.

   I broke our kiss.  "Oh baby, I love you so much."

   I pulled his tee shirt over his head and ran my fingers down his firm
chest.  I unbuckled his shorts and pushed them over his hips, letting them
fall to the floor.  I undid my robe; it joined his clothes on the floor.

   I took the head of his cock in one hand, squeezing and running my
fingers over it.  With my other hand I pulled his head to my breast.  He
took the nipple in his mouth, working its sides with his lips while licking
and teasing the tip with his tongue.  Then, starting at its bottom, he
licked slowly up my breast to my nipple, which he pushed into my firm
inflamed tit.

   I moaned.  He repeated the action several times, sending savory currents
through my body.  I fell to my knees and stuffed his erection in my mouth,
sucked on it, licked it, trying to swallow him whole.  It was so fucking
hot, licking my son's cock, his pre-cum the most potent imaginable
aphrodisiac.  I held his cock against my face, loving its firmness,
immersing myself in its robust masculine odor.  Then I knew it was time,
time to let him take my virgin asshole.

   I stood and kissed him hard on the mouth.  In a breathless voice,
gasping for air, repeating my words, not waiting for an answer, I said,
"Honey, you love your Mama's butt, don't you?  I can tell.  Mama's never
had anyone up there.  She's a virgin back there.  Do you want to be the
first.  The only?  Please say yes.  I want it so much."

   I turned around.

   "I've been getting myself ready for you, baby.  See, I've lubed myself
up.  I stretched myself.  Pull the carrot out and shove your beautiful cock
up there." I pointed to the KY Jelly, "See baby, I'm all prepared, look
what I brought, please use it on me."

   I stood there, totally naked, trembling, my hands on the kitchen
counter. He spread my ass cheeks and then just looked.  It was so hot.  My
son, my god my son was staring at my asshole, he was looking at my asshole!
He took hold of the carrot.  As it slithered out I felt a billion nerve
cells lining the inside of my rectum firing off, lighting up my body in
paroxysms of pleasure.  I spread my legs.

   A finger, then two, entered my asshole, flicking, twisting, turning.  It
felt so good.  I spread my legs wider and took one of my nipples between my
fingers, rolling it, tugging on it.  His fingers kept working inside me. 
My ass burned; my pussy quivered.  I was turned on, hot beyond belief,
almost ready to cum.  I started panting.  I needed his cock inside me NOW!

   "Oh, Rick, please, please, fuck my ass!!!!"

   He stopped working his fingers in my asshole.  He seemed unsure.  Was
the notion that his mother was not only willing, but demanding, that he
ass-fuck her too strange to be believed?

   "Oh please baby...please...," I begged.

   I pushed my butt back against his finger.

   "Uhhmmm...that's so nice, why don't you stick something else in there."

   I looked back at him, wiggled my ass, moaned with excitement, and
flashed him my most inviting look.  "Honey, no one else has ever been up
there.  I want you to be the first."

   He took the lube from the counter, squeezed some on his fingers, and
smeared a generous amount on my asshole.  He pushed dollops of the slick
cream inside me and then slid a finger in and out of me, forcing the
lubricant deeper.  He squirted some on his dick, covering his tool.

   He grabbed my hips.  I looked out the window at the town in which I had
lived my entire life.  None of them could imagine the turn my life had
taken.

   Then I felt it, his cock pressing against the ring of my anus.

   "Oh god son, do it slowly, just do it slow, let Mommy get used to it."

   He carefully increased the pressure.  My asshole expanded, stretching
pass any point it had known before.  I grabbed the counter with both hands,
moaning in pain, in pleasure, in apprehension, in anticipation.  My
sphincter gradually surrendered; the head pushed its way inside and his
shaft opened me beyond my ability to endure in silence.  "Ahhhh...oh
Jesus...Uhhmmm!!!"

   Rick froze, neither retreating nor advancing.  "Mom, you okay, you want
me to stop?"

   "I'm fine, need a second."

   I focused on my rectum.  My ass was on fire, but it was also tingling.
The pain was not that great.  I was more nervous than anything else.  I
thought of my asshole, spread out, welcoming my son.  Some natural instinct
tightened my sphincter around my son's cock.  He groaned; I felt a sudden
charge in my pussy at the thought that I was bringing him such obscene
pleasure.

   For years I had listened to my husband complain about my lackluster
skills in bed.  But it wasn't me, it was a lover who cared nothing about my
pleasure.  My husband would have buried the full length of his cock inside
me by now, my son was waiting for me to signal what I wanted.  I was, after
all these years, ready to be a fuck machine.  To give my body and soul to
my lover - without condition, without hesitation.  I took a second to
adjust to his size and then looked back at him.  Mouthing the words, "I
love you," I pushed off the counter, taking another inch of him inside me.

   "Oh god son, give me a minute, don't move, let me for now."

   His eyes were alive; he loved the feeling of my tight virgin asshole; he
was excited as I.  I pushed back, taking another inch or two.  The pain was
receding.  I pushed back some more.

   "Ohhhhh gosh...Ohhhh."

   And then it was over.  His thighs were pressed against my ass cheeks; he
was all the way inside.  His thick fat hard dick was inside me, throbbing,
pulsating.  It felt so good to have him buried within me.  Why had I spent
a lifetime fearing anal sex, it was so erotic...so hot.  But it was better,
I knew, that I had waited.  Rick was in a place no one had ever been
before. I had totally surrendered to him, celebrating our forbidden taboo
love.  I wasn't just his Mom.  I was his lover, his fuckmate.

   I started rocking back and forth, fucking myself, fucking my ass on him.
He had let me take the lead, but now he started to move, thrusting into me
and then dragging his wonderous tool back out through the unearthly
tightness of my rectum until only the head remained inside.  The pain was
gone; a trillion nerve endings radiated pleasure through my body.

   "Uuhhhmmm...oh my god...ahhhhh...Ricky...I like it...oh my...this feels
soooo good."

   Rick placed his hands on my shoulders.  "Oh god Mom...your ass...your
ass is so...tight, I love it." He started fucking me in long deliberate
strokes.  He watched his cock disappear inside me.  What did it look like?

   "Honey, tell me, when your fat dick invades Mommy's ass, what do you
see?"

   "Its incredible, oh Mom, its incredible.  My dick pulls the pink skin
from inside you; when I go back in the pink disappears and all I see is
your pretty brown asshole.  Your asshole, it's beautiful Mom."

   "Let's make a movie.  We can watch it together.  We can watch you
cornhole your Mommy.  Would you like that?  Whatta ya think?"

   "Oh yeah...."

   My son, as excited as I, continued stretching my butt-hole, steadily
fucking me, making me moan, sputter, groan with each stroke.

   "Ahhhh...."

   He was hard as steel.

   "Ohhhh...."

   I was reeling with pleasure.

   "Ahhhh...."

   I was approaching an orgasm, but I wanted it to last longer.  I wanted
to slow the pace, draw it out.

   I looked at him over my shoulder.  "Oh Rick, I'm getting close, but I
don't want to come yet, I want to do it more.  You don't mind, baby, do
you? Please, baby, pull out."

   He slid his cock out of my ass.

   I gestured to the living room's large overstuffed blue chair, "Sit
down."

   He walked to the chair, his hard cock bouncing, his face full of wonder.
What did I have planned?  I followed, stood between his legs, and turned
around.

   "Rick, put it back in my butt." He placed a hand on my hip to guide me.
I sat and the head lodged against my well-lubed sphincter.  There was pain
as he pushed aside my anal ring, but there was far more pleasure.  I
lowered myself, letting him fill me.  It was wonderful.  I was fully
impaled on his long, impossibly thick cock.  He wrapped his arms around me.
I turned my head and said, "Oh Rickie, this is heaven." Our lips met in a
long sensual kiss.  He was deep inside me, deeper than anything had been
before.  Our bodies had been created to be joined like this.  We sat for
several minutes.  I ground my ass into his dick, we kissed each other's
mouths, our tongues played together.  The fire inside me burned.  I wanted
more.

   I placed my forearms on the chair's armrests and pushed up.  He took
hold of my waist, helping me.  My ass was so tight; I felt every vein,
every wrinkle of his cock as it slid out of me.  When only the head of his
tool was left inside I stopped, drinking in the exquisite sensations
spreading through my body.  I then plunged back down, taking his massive
tool back inside me in one sharp thrust.

   "Unhhhhh!!"

   It was wonderful, but I needed it harder and faster.  I leaned forward
and put my hands on my knees, making it easier to bounce up and down on
him. He reached around to my swollen clit, which he trapped between two
fingers and massaged in time with my movements.  My moans echoed in the
room.  The sound of my depraved lust seemed foreign, as if coming from
somewhere else.  Where had this woman been, the one capable of feeling such
pleasure, of loving her son's thick meat in her asshole?  Then I thought,
it didn't matter.  She was here now and I was sure Rick wouldn't let her
leave.  My hair flailed around my back.  All I could think about was my
son's cock in my ass, stretching it, stretching me, fucking me faster and
faster.

   "Oh my god...Ahhhhhh.., oh Rick so good, so good."

   "Oh Mom, I'm close, I'm going to cum soon.  I'm going to cum."

   He worked my clit hard.  We were both on the edge.  I slammed into him
and screamed in joy, pleasure rocketing through my body.  His cock swelled
and as he shot his seed within me he howled.  I pushed back against him; an
orgasm consumed my body.  His hands left my clit and took hold of my
breasts, twisting the nipples, drawing out my orgasm.  It was like nothing
I'd ever known before, pain begetting pleasure, pleasure beyond belief.  I
wished it could last forever.

   Finally, I opened my eyes, able to breathe again.  He held by breasts,
but now he was sweet and tender.  I turned my head, our sweat covered
bodies slid easily against each other, and we kissed, but quickly.  We
still both desperately needed to fill our lungs with air.  Our perspiration
intermingled; the scent of our arousal merged.  Finally, reluctantly, I
stood, his manhood dragging the length of my anus before popping out.  I
loved the sensation.

   "My god I, never thought it could be like that."

   "Neither did I.  I love you so much Rick."

   His smile was all the reply I needed.

   We moved to the couch, holding each other, kissing, whispering words of
love and affection.  Then I heard a moan filter down the stairs.

   "Guess we better get dressed."

   I donned my robe.  Rick headed for the shower.  I filled a cup of coffee
and went upstairs.  My husband's eyes were red and unfocused.

   "I feel like shit."

   "I brought coffee."

   After he finished the cup he joined me downstairs.  I poured him
another. He looked at me.  Suddenly I was worried.  The man I loved, my
son, had just made love to me.  Was the joy evident on my face?  Could my
husband sense it?  Could he smell it?  I turned to the sink.

   "You look like you're in a good mood.  I must have fucked you good last
night.  There's nothing like Big Ernie down there." Yeah, that's what he
called his penis.

   Thank god my back was to him.  I worked the disgust, then the
incredulity, from my face.  When I turned back to him I smiled, "Something
like that." His face beamed in pride.

   "Do you need anything else?" I asked.

   "Depends.  Is there enough coffee?"

   "Yes."

   He nodded and I headed back upstairs.  I stuck my head in my son's door.
I was met with a kiss.

   "Did you mean everything you said last night and this morning?" I asked.

   "Yes."

   "Good.  I love you.  You're my husband, my lover, my man, my
best-friend. I'm not sure how we'll work this all out, but we will."

   to be continued....


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