Passionate Lovers - Mom and Son
07-26-2012, 04:40 AM
| Passionate Lovers - Mom and Son |
She was leaning over the sink looking intently into the mirror as she carefully applyed her mascara. She was not finished dressing yet. She wore a silky white half slip through which he could make out the faint outline of her girdle. On top wore a cream-colored brassierre with a floral pattern. The underwire cups lifted her heavy breasts high and barely contained the overflow of abundant flesh at the top of her bra. He studied his mother's body as he had done many times in the past. It was plump, almost verging on fat, with soft billowing curves, large breasts, and a big fleshy butt.
His mother's body never failed to excit him, and he felt himself growing hard. Since he was a child he seized every opportunity to secretly observe his Mom's body which she always exposed with such casualness. In his teens he would relieve his sexual tension in secret shame after watching his mother. Later in life, of course, he discovered that her display of nudity to him was not that accidental but something extremely exciting to both of them. As an adult when they finally became sexually active, it was like a dam had burst with a release of sexual tension. They both wondered whether this sexual tension always existed between a mother and son that rarely got realized. Maybe all sexual relationships were proxy incestual relationships that vainly tried to capture the magic and passion of the original unconsummated taboo.
In his own case, his previous sexual relations paled in comparison with the burning intesity of his new relationship with his Mom. Nothing compared to fucking his own mother! After the first time they had consumated their relationship, they knew they there was no going back. They both knew that the outside world could never accept their relationship even in a so-called age of sexual freedom - so they had to be careful. He moved in with his mother, ("To save on expenses"), where he had his own bedroom for outside appearances, but he actually moved into his mother's bedroom where they were safe from the judgmental view of the outside world. Ocassionally they would take vacations, away from those who knew them, where they could openly display affection as lovers by pretending to be husband and wife. The age difference between them, (22 and 38), was small enough that Mom only got an occasional wink for having landed such a young stud.
Instead of their passion diminishing over time, it grew until it seemed to displace the rest of their lives. They revelled in each other's bodies, never tiring of seeking new kinks to release the enormous sexual tension they discovered between them. Of course the biggest kink at all that ignited their passion was their relationship itself - the naughtiness of the taboo of the sexual union of a mother and son!
"I've got to ready for work." she said without turning around. She startled him out of his reverie. She was looking at him in the mirror while still applying mascara.
He walked up behind his mother, grasping her waist. The touch of her warmth was electric. He looked at their reflection in the mirror. He thought they already looked like lovers with the look that revealed easy familiarity of each others body. He hoped that it was not as obvious to others as it appeared to him.
"I'm going to be late." she said with a touch of annoyance.
He ignored her and started kissing the back of her neck. His hands climbed the front of her until the found the cool silkiness of her brassierre. He cupped his mother's breasts through the brassierre, feeling their fullness.
"No. I told you - I'm going to be late for work. Let's wait until I get home." Her voice was cracking now. She tried to squirm away but he held her firmly. His right hand entered the front of her brassierre. He played with her right nipple, circling it with his index finger until it stiffened.
"No." she protested, but it came out weak and half-hearted. Her body started to relax. He lifted his mother's breast until it hung obscenely out of the brassierre cup. He pulled at her nipple, gently at first but then harder.
"Oohh." she moaned. Her mouth was open and slack now.
"Let's go in the bedroom." she said trying to contain the excitment in her voice.
"No. Here." he said as he unzipped himself.
"In front of the bathroom sink? That's a new one."
He yanked down his mother's half-slip to the floor. She stepped out of it, still facing the bathroom sink. He grabbed the waistband of her girdle and pulled down roughly. It caught on the swell of her ass, and he pulled harder without much luck.
"Ouch. Wait a minute." She bend forward more, which pushing out her big ass further. She grabbed the girdle at the side of her hips and slid the girdle down in one smooth motion. The girdle fell uselessly to the floor. She stepped out of it, threw it one side, and resumed her position in front of the sink.
He studied the fleshy abundance of his mother's buttocks. It was softly padded white outlined with pink lines from her girdle. He ran his palm lightly over its expansive curves.
"I'm already late for work so let's hurry, OK."
He found himself flushed with anger. He lifted the hand that were carressing her ass and slammed it down hard on his mother's bare ass.
"I'm not boring you, Mom, am I?" He slapped her harder than he intended. Her bottom was still quivering from his blow; and he could see the pink outline
of his palmprint on her right buttock. In the mirror he could see tears well up in her eyes. She bit her lower lip but remained silent.
He felt guilty he had slapped her so hard. He kissed the back of her neck lightly. He reached around and felt at her crotch. She was sopping wet! Lately, the lovemaking had graduated to light-grade S&M where they explored together the often thin border between pleasure and pain. He imagined they were much freer with sexual experiment than other couples because they had already jumped an enormous hurdle in becoming lovers in the first place.
He played with her clitoris and she moaned and spread her legs to permit him better access. As he played with his mother's pussy the head of his cock brushed against the warmth of her buttocks, sending electric shocks through his body. With his hand he glided himself toward the crack of his Mom's bottom, lightly brushing his cock along the length. He looked at his mother in the mirror. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was slack. He knew she was close. She looked particularly whorish with her big bare butt and her teat hanging out of the front of her bra.
He pushed his cock into the crack of his mother's butt, seeking the warmth within while he continued fingering her clit.
"Not there, honey. I'm still sore from the last time. Please." She opened her eyes and looked at her son dreamily in the mirror.
"It's OK, Mom." He tried hard to sound reassuring. He grabbed a tube of shampoo from the side of the sink and squeezed a wad of it into his hand. She jumped from the sudden coolness as he worked the shampoo into her crack. She drew a sharp intake of breath as he buried his index finger into her anus up to the first knuckle. By the time he introduced a second finger into her ass she was bucking against his hand with excitment.
"You're like a bitch in heat, Mom." he grunted as he removed his fingers from his mother's butt, and guided the purple head of his cock to her anus. He met suprisingly little resistance as he started pushing further into his mother's butt.
"Say it, Mom." He gropped at her exposed breast, cupping it.
"Say it." he insisted. He pinched cruelly at her nipple while he pushed at her anal sphincter.
"Fuck . me. Fuck my ass." his mother said breathlessly. It was a little game they played.
He could see his mother wince in pain as he pushed past her spincter and slid deep into his mother's rectum. She spread her legs further to relieve some of the pressure. He waited until she could adjust to his intrusion. His cock was throbbing in the warmth of his Mom's tight ass. It felt like a velvet glove was grabbing his cock. He knew he wasn't going to last mush longer.
He started thrusting slightly and heard his mom moan in pleasure . and pain.
She pushed back against him, which encouraging him to go further.
He thrusted further in longer strokes. He heard himself moaning now.
"Mom . you bitch" he said through clenched teeth. He was seriously fucking his Mom's ass now in long hard strokes. His mother bucked back against him.
"Ohhh ." They were moaning loudly in unison now. He roughly grabbed a buttock in each hand and pinched hard. He was really riding his mother's ass - fucking her bare butt in punishing thrusts.
"Oh! Oh! you motherfucker. Oh." His mother was coming now. Screaming embarrassing loud.
"Ahhh . " his mother's loud orgasm was enough to push him over the edge. He spasmed load after load of semen into his mother's ass.
They sunk to the bathroom together. He held his mother close, feeling her heartbeat. After what had seemed hours, but was probably only minutes, they kissed tenderly.
"I love you, Mom." he whispered. "I love you too, Sweetie."
They hugged each other tightly. It always amazed him that after all the sex play between them they still felt this overwhelming rush of genuine love for each other. It was as if their relationship instead of being a perversion of family relationships was simply the most natural expression of the love between a mother and son.
She got up and noticed that her breast was still hanging out of bra. She tucked it back in and adjusted her bra. She caught him looking up at her.
She smiled at him. "Don't get any ideas. I'm definitely late for work now."
Amazingly enough, he did feel a stirring in his loins as he laid there watching his mother bareass except for a brassierre. But he doubted he had enough energy left to get off the floor.
After a small struggle she pulled the girdle back on followed by the half-slip. She looked down at her son still laying on the floor in exhaustion.
"What am I going to tell them at work for the reason I'm late?" she said in mock-seriousness.
"Just tell them you were fucking your son's brains out." he joked.
"That excuse isn't going to work because you don't have any brains to fuck out" she laughed, and winked at him.
"Oh, Mom . . ." he said wearily.
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