Kevin lay there quietly with his hands behind his head, gazing at his
beautiful mother. He noticed she was back into a robe, different from
the last one: more lacy, less utilitarian. But he did not comment.
Rather, he just watched and waited, a little expectantly.
"Are you convinced now that I'm not mad at you?" she asked him quietly,
not looking away from her task.
"Yes," he said, in the same gentle tone.
"Are you happy about the things that we've done together?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Are you comfortable with what we've done?"
"Ye-es," he said, but with a touch of hesitation.
"Well, you should be, there's nothing wrong with it. When two people
love each other, they should enjoy making each other feel good. Do you
want to stop?"
"No!" he said quickly.
"So you want to continue? Because if you don't we can stop. Any time you
say, honey, we can stop."
"Oh, no, Mom," Kevin insisted, "I don't want to stop. I love you."
"I love you, too," she said. All this time, Heather had concentrated on
cleaning him, although he had been clean a while ago. Now she stopped,
looked her son straight in the eye and said, "Do you want to do more?"
Without hesitation, Kevin answered, "Oh, yes, much more. Mom, I want to
do everything with you."
"Okay, honey," she said. Without another word, she took another
washcloth and dried him off. Then she put washcloths and bowl aside,
stood up, and took off her robe. If he had not already been hard,
Kevin's cock would have jumped instantly to attention. As it was, it
nearly leapt off his body at the sexy sight of his mother. For a brief
second, Heather stood proudly as her son's wide-eyed admiring gaze took
her in. Her nipples poked out above the half-bra, her flat stomach and
sleek legs both seemed to point like road signs to the triangle hidden
beneath the panties. Kevin gasped in admiration.
Heather sank down on the bed next to her naked son. Taking him into her
arms, she kissed him, deeply, passionately, lovingly. Instinctively,
Kevin wrapped his tongue around his mother's as she thrust it into his
mouth. Her heavy breasts mashed against his chest, molding themselves to
conform to the curves in both their bodies. Like small daggers of flint,
however, Heather's nipples dug into her son's flesh. Despite all that
had gone before, the nudity, the masturbation, the orgasms, this kiss
was the most erotic thing that had happend to either of them. Dimly they
felt their bodies nestling deeply into one another, but for the moment,
the kiss was all.
Kevin's hands began to traverse his mother's body. Beginning at her
shoulders, they lightly travelled up and down her back. After a bit, he
moved them down and began to rub her ass through her panties. More and
more insistently he rubbed, as their kiss continued and got hotter. In
fact, the deeper the kiss, the harder he rubbed and kneaded, and the
more he did that, the hotter Heather got, until she was undulating her
entire body against his in unconstrained passion.
Kevin's hands found the bows at her hips and instinctively knew what
they were for. Soon, his hands were rubbing her bare ass cheeks and the
front of her panties was sliding back and forth over their genitals. Its
thin material was all that separated Heather's pussy from her son's
cock, and it was rapidly becoming soaked as mother and son both exuded
their natural lubrications.
Finally, with a groan, Heather broke the kiss and lifted herself up.
"Oh, honey," she gasped, "I've just GOT to have you." With that she
reached down and snatched away the flimsy panties. Now Kevin's cock lay
nestled between his mother's slick pussy lips. Heather ground her pussy
against that long thin cock, rubbing its whole length between her
inflamed labia, as she supported herself with her hands pressed against
her son's shoulders. Kevin, for his part, took loving nips at her
breasts as they swayed between them. Finally, he just grabbed them with
his hands and pressed his lips feverishly around the engorged nipples.
Heather moaned and tossed her head back, her long black hair whipping
back to fall down her back. But as she lowered her head again, it
cascaded over her shoulders, down her breasts and into her son's face.
For some reason this sensation was extremely erotic to Kevin, and he
bucked his hips involuntarily under her. As Heather bounced slightly
into the air and came back down, she realized that *the* moment had
arrived.
She sat up a bit straighter, and Kevin whimpered slighlty as her breast
tugged free of his mouth. She then got up on her knees and reached down.
Her hand encircled Kevin's cock, and she shuddered at the now-familiar
feel of it in her grasp. She pulled it up slightly, then had to
reposition herself as she realized that there wasn't enough clearance
between them for her to position it correctly. After an eternity of
seconds, she had that flaring head positioned directly beneath her moist
womanhood. Mother and son paused briefly, looking into each other's
eyes. Simultaneously they whispered "I love you." Then she let her
weight sink back down and slowly, lovingly, deliciously took her son's
virginity.
Soft, wet, warm, tight. Magical, mystical, emotional, powerful.
Incredible. Unbelievable. Such was Kevin's return to his mother's womb.
He had always dreamed that sex would be great, but had thought of it as
a physically superior form of masturbation. The emotional and mental
aspects, however, were what was blowing his mind. Lust was great, but
lust with Love, that was ... beyond.
Heather, for her part, had had lust with love, and lust without, so
these were not new things to her. Right now, love was there but lust was
dominating. Her hips whipped up and down smoothly, her pussy gripping
that long thin cock. Waking from an almost-stupor, Kevin began
responding, thrusting deep on her downstrokes, slapping his hips against
hers as he kneaded her fleshy titmounds.
Then, on one particularly quick downstroke, she felt him bottom out, as
his cockhead nudged her cervix. It wasn't painful, but the sensation was
entirely new: NO ONE had ever reached so deep. It triggered another new
feeling for her: a vaginal orgasm. It was deeper, somehow, than her
other orgasms. Stronger but....buried.
The effect on Kevin, however, was immense. He felt her vagina ripple
like the ground in an earthquake as the shock-waves of orgasm ripped
through his mother's groin. At that, he couldn't hold back any longer,
and began to cum. Both Heather and Kevin were grunting deeply from the
effects of their orgasms. His breath came out in low, hard gasps in time
to each spurt from his cock. Each spurt was milked forth by a ripple in
her pussy, so like a well-timed but badly oiled machine, they moaned,
jerked and spasmed in unison.
Finally, Heather collapsed on her son's chest, kissing him again as her
hair curtained around them. "I love you, baby," she breathed. "I love
you, too, Mom," he said back. His cock, though softening, was still
buried in her pussy. She could feel him shrinking inside her, but she
hoped they were not done yet. "Can you go again?" she asked hungrily.
"Oh, yeah," he said eagerly.
With that she lifted her hips slowly off him, enjoying the feeling as
his now- limp cock slipped from her hole, and examined his flaccid tool.
"Hmm, this needs some work. It looks dead, but I'll bet I can
resuscitate it."
Kevin's eyes bulged in wonderment. He thought he knew what was coming
next, but it seemed too much to hope for. Too much? Hell, just seeing
Mom naked seemed like too much 48 hours ago. Now he'd just... just...
alright "fucked" is the term, he'd just fucked his mother. A mother-
fucker, that's what I am, he thought happily. And now it seemed....
Heather leaned closer with a hungry look in her eye. Kevin shivered
deliciously as her warm breath panted from her parted lips and bathed
his wet cock. Closer she moved, then closer still. Now her head was
pillowed on his thighs, and she was holding his cum-covered cock in one
hand, turning it this way and that, for all the world as if she were
surveying a hot dog and wondering where to take the first bite.
Suddenly, in the space of a breath, Heather had engulfed her son's cock
in her warm mouth. She bobbed her head, sucking him in, then pulled back
while still applying suction, so that Kevin's cock was stretched from
his groin while her tongue and lips caressed every inch of it. With him
stretched like that, Heather looked like a bird trying to coax a worm
out of the ground. But despite the incongruity of the image, Kevin felt
life stir in him as the blood rushed back into his dick.
Before taking him into her mouth, Heather inhaled the musky scent of
their mixed love juices, and immediately was overwhelmed with lust.
Although she had never eaten another woman before, there were many times
she had performed this same service for a lover and tasted her own
juices. In fact, she often licked her vibrator clean after it had been
inside her. So Heather was no stranger to the tangy mix which filled her
mouth on the first suck. She loved it.
But within three head-bobs, her son's dick was clean as a whistle, and
Heather started laving her saliva all over his hardening rod. As he came
to full hardness, however, she felt him shift under her. She was vaguely
disappointed that Kevin wanted to fuck so soon; she had decided to suck
him off and drink his cum. But seconds later she realized that he wasn't
ready to fuck, he was merely shifting around so that his head was
opposite her crotch. He was going to eat her!
She pulled her head back and swallowed a mouthful of saliva before
saying, "Kevin, honey, Mommy's awfully messy, are you sure you want to
do that?"
Kevin realized what she was referring to, but it didn't bother him.
"It's only the same stuff you're licking off me, right?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied. Then gasped as he sunk his tongue between her pussy
lips.
"Mmmm," was all he said, then "This ain't half bad."
"Isn't," she replied dreamily, "Isn't half bad." Then returned to her
own sucking.
For several minutes only the sound of wet slurps, licks, gasps, and
groans filled Kevin's darkened bedroom as mother and son sixty-nined.
Heather marveled at the mature, caring attitude her son showwed as a
lover. NO man she had ever been with would eat her out once he had come
inside her, but many expected her to give them head after the first
round to get them up for the second. She never faulted them for it, but
was glad her son was different. Of course, he was like that about
everything. Then her mind whirled as Kevin centered his ministrations on
her clit.
Pulling back she encouraged him. "Oh, yes! Kevin, don't stop... Oh, you
good boy. Unnnh! Oh you're soooo good at eating my pussy. Ohhh, YESSS!
DO IT! Make, Make me.... Unnnh! Oh, yeah, yeah, oh OH OOOOHHHHH YOU'RE
MAKING MOMMY CUMMMMMM!" and she exploded, seeing stars, hearing bells
and cumming wildly. As she came down off her plateau, Kevin continued to
lick her gently, cleaning all around her pussy without stimulating her
too much. With a touch of pride Heather thought, "My son's a natural
born pussy-eater."
"Thank you honey," she finally breathed, "now lay back and let Mommy do
you."
Kevin reclined with his hands behind his head as before, only this time
his head was pointed toward the foot of the bed. Heather drew up on her
knees between his legs, and dropped her mouth back down on his spit-
covered shaft. She began a steady up and down motion, taking more of his
cock deeper each time. Kevin urged her on.
"Yes, Mom, oh yeah. Oh, that feels great. Oh, pull your hair back, yeah
that's good. Yeah, I wanna see you suck me. YEAH."
Heather had to keep pushing her hair back over her ears to allow her son
to see what she was doing. Finally she flipped her long dark locks over
to one side and turned her head slightly, giving him a three-quarter
view while coincidentally applying some corkscrew suction to his rod.
This elicited a louder moan than usual, so she continued that motion,
twirling around and down each time. His slim young shaft was too long
for her to get completely in her mouth, so as she stimulated his balls
with one hand, she wrapped the other around the base of his cock and
pumped him some more. Pretty soon she could feel him start to tense up
and she knew his cum was imminent. She was determined to give him the
maximum pleasure, so as she felt him begin to build, she opened her
throat and bobbed her head down as far as possible, taking him deep into
her gullet and massaging him there.
Kevin nearly leaped out of his skull at his mother's deep-throat action.
The cum literally fleww from his rod and pumped directly down her
throat. Heather jerked her head back involuntarily as a drwoning feeling
over came her. She snorted quickly, trying to keep her son's dick in her
mouth, but his young load bulged her cheeks out faster than she could
swallow, and she had to pull back to catch her breath. Her hand kept
pumping him however, and Kevin watched in amazement as spurt after spurt
of his seed splashed off him mother's eye's and cheeks and hair and, as
she pulled back, her pendulous tits.
Heather could not believe the amount of cum her son was shooting. When
he finally stopped, she sat back on her haunches, then swallowed what
she had in her mouth, then looked down at the gooey mess coating most of
her upper body, then looked at her son.
"You're a MESS," he said, then they both broke out in gales of laughter.
It was true: pearl drops of cum hung suspended in her hair. Small
trickles ran down her cheeks like tears. A trail dripped from her mouth,
down her chin and onto a breast. Her chest was covered in his slimy goo,
and both hands were drenched. "Oh, well," Heather laughed, "it's a shame
to let this go to waste." She began licking her fingers, savoring every
taste of her son's jism. Kevin got up from the bed as she grinned at him
and said, "Mmmm, finger-lickin' good."
Kevin smiled at her, but did not laugh. Instead, he retrieved the
washcloth Heather had used to clean him earlier. The water in the bowl
was cooler by now, but he rinsed the cloth, wrung it out and gently
began to clean his mother off.
In wonderment she stared at her son, so tenderly cleaning his lover off.
He wiped her chest and tits, not in a sexual manner. He cleaned her face
and arms, turning her and holding her almost exactly as she had cleaned
him when giving him baths as a child. Finally, when she was no longer
coated with her son's cum, he put down the washcloth, took her face in
her hands and kissed her gently. "I love you, Mom. Thank you."
"Oh darling," she sobbed, "thank YOU." Then they lay together, holding
each other tenderly as they fell asleep.
The rest of that Saturday passed normally and quickly. They both woke
from their nap refreshed and happy. The air of tension which had
permeated the house was replaced by one of relief and a kind of
expectancy, as both Heather and Kevin looked forward to furthering their
sexual relationship.
While Kevin cleaned the house a little that afternoon, Heather went
shopping and brought home the makings for Kevin's favorite dinner: ribs
and french fries. The two cooked dinner together, then ate it at the
same table where they'd had their "date" the night before. Then they
cuddled together and watched TV, as they had done on countless nights
before, but with one not-so-subtle difference: both were naked. As the
Saturday evening shows played out, mother and son idly stroked and
cuddled each other. They would make out during commercials. It was only
8:30 when Kevin said, "I'm tired, I think I'll go to bed now."
"Oh, you're right," Heather giggled, "It's way past MY bedtime." Then
hand in hand they went upstairs. At the top of the stairs they faced one
another. "Your place or mine?" Heather asked lighlty.
"How about your's?" Kevin suggested, "mine's a little small." And so
they went to bed and made love, then fell asleep.
Sunday passed in much the same way, with mother and son fucking and
sucking whenever they felt like it, moslty in the bedrooms or the den.
They never put their clothes back on the rest of the weekend.
Six months later:
Heather was standing at the kitchen sink doing dishes, wearing
nothing but an apron.Then she jumped as she felt Kevin wrap his hands
around her and grab hold of her tits. He snaked his tongue into her ear.
"Whatcha doin', darling?" he asked innocently.
"Waiting for my husband to come fuck me," she replied wickedly.
Kevin was thrilled to hear his mom call him her husband. It has been
his dream for over two years to make his lovely young mother his own wife,
and the dream had come true two months back, when Heather agreed when
he proposed to her on Valentine's Day. They went to Vegas and got
married.The newly wed mother and son enjoyed their honeymoon in their
own farmhouse which was very conveniently miles away from other houses.
What a wonderful six months has it been!
Kevin's thoughts were interuupted when his mother asked "Whatcha waiting
for, lover. I am not wet enough here?" and guided his hand under her
apron to her pussy.
Kevin sighed and noted that his mother was dripping with lust. "You are
always wet for me, Mom. I was just thinking how much I love you, Mom"
Then he buckled his knees, grabbed his mom's hips, slipped forward and
rose up again, impaling Heather from behind.
"Ohhh, KEVIN," she breathed. She bent over the sink as he started
sliding in and out. Her tits dipped into the sudsy warm water before
her, and the feeling was incredible. Then she straightened a little to
create more friction on her son's pistoning cock. Kevin's hands returned
to her tits, and mashed them all over, slipping all around the sudsy
mounds. His palms slid freely over her nipples, hyper-exciting them.
Clamping down on her son's rod with her pussy muscles, Heather
started to shake in orgasm. A few minutes later, Kevin fired another
load up his Mom's pussy, then walked shakily over to the kitchen table
and sat down. The strain of keeping his knees bent while fucking was a
bit much for him. Heather came over and knelt before him to lick his rod clean.
Then she kissed him turned to finish the dishes.