Life often takes unexpected turns, doesn’t it? Throughout my three decades of marriage, fidelity to my husband was unwavering; the thought of infidelity never even crossed my mind. However, a simple request to my son triggered a series of events that irrevocably altered the course of my life. I am Marie Jones, and this is the story of my extraordinary transformation.
I was 54, and Mark, my husband, was out of town for a conference in Melbourne. Lately, we hadn’t been as close as we used to be. It had been a while since we’d been intimate, and I really missed that connection. I’d been trying to get things back on track, you know? I go to yoga three times a week to stay in shape – which is hard work at 5’4″! I even tried wearing some nice lingerie, but nothing seemed to work. Whenever I tried to be romantic with Mark, he’d always say he was too tired or stressed from work. Honestly, I didn’t really believe him. He was getting ready to retire soon, not working towards a big promotion. It felt like he should have been relaxing more.
So, I was flipping through this silly tabloid magazine and saw an article with tips on how to make things more exciting in the bedroom. One of the ideas was to surprise your partner with a romantic trip. At first, I thought about flying to see my husband. I know his hotel isn’t exactly super fancy, but I figured he’d be happy to see me show up unexpectedly, ready for some fun. I almost bought a plane ticket for $400, but then I realized something way easier: isn’t our son, Joel, going to Melbourne tomorrow?
Joel was 23 and worked as a truck driver for a big freight company, hauling stuff all over the country. Because he was gone for weeks at a time, Mark and I figured it wasn’t worth him renting his own place. He could just keep his old room for the few days he was actually home. His sister, Kirsty, who was 20, had moved to London, so it was basically just Mark and me in the house.
Luckily, Joel was home when I needed a ride to Melbourne, which happened to be his next delivery stop. I knew if I went with him, I’d get there two days before Mark’s conference ended.
Now, most guys probably wouldn’t want to be stuck in a truck with their mom for four and a half days just so she could hook up with their dad, right? But Joel…well, he had a pretty big crush on me. And, I hate to admit it, but I’d used that to my advantage before. I’d even put on push-up bras and short skirts before asking him to do chores around the house. It was a mean thing to do, I know. I guess I was punishing him for having feelings that I thought were wrong or embarrassing. He’s my son after all.
Okay, so I made up my mind. The first thing I did was change into a V-neck shirt that showed a little skin, and some skinny jeans. Then I found Joel sprawled out on the couch, totally absorbed in his phone. I walked over and leaned down in front of him. “Hey son,” I said, “Can you do me a huge favour?”
He looked up, and I could tell right away where his eyes went first. I always get this weird mix of feelings – like, should I be happy he finds me attractive, or uncomfortable, or even a little guilty? After a few seconds, he finally looked me in the eyes. “What’s up?” he asked.
“So, you’re driving to Melbourne tomorrow, right? I just had this crazy idea – and I know it’s super last minute – but would you mind if I came with you? I want to surprise your dad at his conference!”
He looked surprised when I asked to tag along, and honestly, I get it. I’ve never asked to go with him on a work trip before, and I asked him super last minute. He thought about it for a bit before finally saying, “Yeah, sure, whatever.” Then he hesitated and added, “But there are a couple of things. First, you can’t make fun of my driving. And second, the motel rooms are already booked as single rooms, and it’s probably too late to get a double room now.”
“Okay, that works, honey. I know this is all super last-minute, so don’t worry about me. I’m totally fine sleeping on the floor or the couch, whatever’s easiest. Thanks a lot, Joel.” I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving, and promised I wouldn’t mention anything about his driving.
The next morning at 5:30, Joel threw my bags in the back of his truck with everything else, and our little road trip was starting. I tried to sleep at first, but I just couldn’t get comfortable. I kept dozing off and waking up with a jolt, my head bobbing around like crazy. This happened like fifteen times in the first couple of hours. Honestly, Joel’s driving didn’t help me relax either. He was riding people’s bumpers when he thought they cut him off, speeding sometimes, and even passed cars when there wasn’t much room to spare with oncoming traffic.
I kept my mouth shut like I promised, though. Just like I thought, I caught him checking me out a few times when he thought I wasn’t looking, which made me feel all kinds of mixed up: flattered, but also a little uncomfortable and guilty. Even so, I made sure to “stretch” my back while thanking him again for giving me a ride. I arched my back, kind of showing off a little, pushing my chest out against the seatbelt – a little reward for him, I guess.
Once I knew sleep wasn’t happening, we’d talk every so often. Sometimes we’d wonder what Kirsty was up to in London. I’d ask him if he liked being a truck driver and ask about his childhood friends he still talks to. Depending on what we were talking about, he’d either give short answers or talk forever. I guess that’s how it is with parents and kids sometimes. Once you get old enough, they seem to feel like they can choose when to talk and when not to, especially if they think you’re bothering them, which I apparently do a lot.
Finally, lunchtime arrived. Despite my inner protests – Joel might even call them “nagging” – we ended up at McDonald’s. I know it’s practically a rite of passage for truck drivers and road trippers, but as someone who works hard to stay slim, I tend to view fast food places as the enemy. All that fat, salt, and sugary soda? Not my cup of tea. Still, it was Joel’s treat and his stomach we were filling, so I bit my tongue and kept my anti-fast-food lecture to myself. And, I have to admit, that afternoon a cheeseburger suddenly seemed incredibly appealing.
Joel reacted with surprise, even disapproval, when I mentioned the possibility of ordering a burger. I would later regret my impulsive justification, but without considering his perspective, I blurted out, “Sometimes it’s just fun to be a little rebellious and not think about the repercussions, don’t you think?”
Joel responded that he couldn’t disagree and grinned while observing me savouring my burger, his gaze momentarily shifting downward to appreciate my outfit. The way my own son checked my tits out made me feel weird but wanted it. I know that is bad but I haven’t been checked out in a while.
The remainder of the day’s journey passed without incident. Joel commented with relief that he was making good time and wouldn’t have to rush to reach our motel before nightfall. We arrived a little after 7:30 PM and ate our own dinners. I was fortunate enough to be staying just a few blocks from a Subway, where I enjoyed a salad (avoiding the bread for dietary reasons), while Joel, predictably, opted for another Big Mac.
Despite having my yoga mat with me, exhaustion from traveling worn out. The small hotel room also presented a challenge; there simply wasn’t enough space to practice without being in Joel’s way. Or, more accurately, without feeling self-conscious about him watching me. So, we ended up channel-surfing until we found something tolerable and settled in for the night. I ended up grabbing extra linens and using my yoga mat as a thin mattress, making the best of the limited bedding.
Following my typical post-travel exhaustion, I was ironically plagued by insomnia. Despite my initial drowsiness and the surprisingly comfortable floor-bed I’d fashioned, sleep eluded me. Perhaps it was the unfamiliar environment, or Joel’s persistent snoring, or a combination of both, but my mind raced with thoughts of the day’s events and the future ahead. As I lay awake, staring into the darkness and listening to my son snore from his bed, a chilling and unprecedented thought surfaced: What if Mark no longer loves me?
The unsettling thought burrowed into my mind and refused to be dislodged. A cascade of anxieties followed: was he having an affair? Was he hiding his true sexuality? Or, even worse, was this trip to Melbourne a calculated move to consult with a divorce attorney? The question of why he might no longer love me became a torment. Was my lack of employment the cause, despite his insistence that my staying home was financially advantageous?
A deeper insecurity surfaced – did he find me unattractive? The effort I poured into maintaining my appearance, the workouts and careful diet designed to preserve my youth and ensure a long life together, felt futile. Was I simply a desperate, aging woman clinging to a past that was slipping away? The relentless dyeing of my hair to conceal the grey that had appeared since thirty, the dedication to yoga and healthy eating to avoid the fate of my parents, who succumbed to heart disease and stroke, seemed meaningless in the face of this looming possibility.
Rationalize it however you wish, Marie, but the glaring truth is that Mark has shown zero initiative these past five months, more even. It’s always been you making the effort, with him hardly reciprocating, regardless of how frequently you attempt to. Those aren’t the behaviors of a man who still possesses true love for you, darling. And let’s not forget, the two of you only have two children together. Hardly for lack of trying on your part, though. If his love for you were genuine, surely he’d have been willing to conceive another child or two with you. And if I’m being entirely honest, my body was crying out for a good, hard, thorough fucking. It had been an eternity since the last time I’d received such, and down south was feeling as dry and barren as the Sahara desert.
That conversation with myself lasted for hours. I tried so, so many times to think about something else – like all the naughty, sexy things Mark and I would do together when I showed up at his hotel in Melbourne in just two days. But then the voice of doubt kept creeping back in, taunting me. That’s assuming he doesn’t just kick you out the moment he sees you and how desperate you are for a fuck.
At times like those, it’s difficult to deny the shadows of depression that lurk within. Exhaustion breeds self-doubt and a barrage of negative self-thoughts when one feels utterly alone. Hope is what carries us through, but what hope remained that fateful night? My fragile optimism clung to the belief that my husband was merely overwhelmed; that retirement loomed, necessitating focus, and that perhaps, just perhaps, upon seeing me standing before him, he would sweep me into his arms before I could even change into the sultry attire I had carefully packed. And so the mental battle raged on the first night of our journey together, hardly an auspicious beginning, nor an experience I am eager to endure ever again.
The morning finally arrived after an interminable night, and Joel and I set out from the motel. The first few hours passed uneventfully, but I eventually made the fateful mistake of speaking my mind without thinking. At the time and in retrospect, I attribute my blunder to the sleep deprivation and lingering melancholy from the previous night’s events.
Upon reflection, my innate insecurity was likely a contributing factor. However, I believe my typical tendency for self-censorship was reduced due to my exhaustion and somewhat melancholic state of mind at the time. In a rare, unfiltered moment of vulnerability, I found myself impulsively asking my son, voice tinged with hope and trepidation, “Do you think I’m actually attractive? I mean, genuinely attractive?”
To his credit, Joel kept the truck on the road as he stammered, clearly caught off guard and struggling to formulate a suitable response. “I, um, yeah, I guess, ermm… no – you’re my mum, just – I’m driving…” His halting words hung in the air, an awkward silence descending over the vehicle as he endeavored to navigate both the winding road ahead and the precarious waters of his mother’s fragile self-esteem.
My maternal instincts kicked in as I sensed my son’s vulnerability. “Joel, sweetie, it’s okay. You can tell me anything without fear of judgment or repercussions. I’ll always love you unconditionally, no matter what.” I fought to keep my voice steady, but my growing doubts about myself threatened to crack through. “Truth is, I’m struggling a bit with some things lately too. Can we open up to each other?”
He took a deep breath, then spoke, eyes still fixed on the road.
“I think it’s time you knew I don’t think you’re ugly at all, Mum.” I nodded slowly, absorbing his words. “But I… oh man… I think you’re beautiful.”
His cheeks flushed red as he continued. “No, screw it. You’re beautiful. And sexy. I have thought so ever since I was like 16. You’ve only gotten more beautiful and sexy with age.”
He paused, face burning. “I’m sorry, I know that’s way too much for a son to say. But you did ask. Oh and you are very fuckable.”
“Oh my… thank you honey,” I managed, too flustered to respond further. My own son thought I was beautiful and… fuckable. I couldn’t believe he’d actually said that word.
“Anytime.” His fingers slipped off the wheel, trembling just enough for me to catch it—a delicious vulnerability. If he were a surgeon, I might have worried, but right now, it only made my pulse quicken. I feigned interest in a billboard outside, granting him a sliver of privacy in the cramped cab of the two-seat freight truck, where every inch between us crackled with unspoken tension.
“Honestly, darling, thank you. I needed that more than you know.” His voice was low, thick with emotion. “It might sound foolish, but I’d started to wonder if your father still desired me, or if he found me… unworthy, ugly—things I don’t even want to admit.” My hand slid onto his knee, warm and inviting, fingers curling slightly as I squeezed gently. He responded with a slow, deliberate pat, his touch lingering just a moment longer before I withdrew, leaving a silent promise hanging between us.
As the silence between us grew, my mind began to meander down a tantalizing path. Had Joel’s words been a subtle admission of desire? His description of me as “beautiful and sexy” was certainly a tantalizing suggestion. The boundaries of our relationship weighed heavily on my thoughts – he was, after all, my son. Yet, the allure of his attraction was undeniable. History was replete with instances of forbidden desires between parent and child, a taboo that only added to the thrill.
I couldn’t help but indulge in the fantasy, if only for a moment. Joel’s chiseled features and captivating smile made him a compelling presence. Few men his age could compare to him in terms of looks, and the ardor with which he gazed at me only intensified his appeal. The thought sent a shiver down my spine: he had likely wrestled with these feelings for a considerable time before confessing them, even if only in his own mind.
As I pondered the uncanny resemblance between Joel and my former partner, Mark, a flutter stirred within me. Joel’s stylishly unkempt beard only added to his rugged charm, and those sparkling eyes… The likeness was striking, if not unsettling.
“He’s certainly handsome,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper, “but let’s not forget, he’s my son.” A sly smile spread across my face. “Still, it’s gratifying to know that someone so young and alluring finds me desirable.” The conversation had taken a salacious turn, and I reveled in the thrill. “Did he really say I’m sexy?” My voice dropped to a sultry whisper. “Well, in that case… perhaps we should take a detour, just drive south, and see where the night takes us. Tasmania, maybe?” I laughed, the tension palpable. “Alright, I’ve indulged in these thoughts for far too long. It’s time to shatter this seductive silence.”
“Hey, it just occurred to me…” My words hung in the air, tantalizing him with a hint of something more.
“Uh? What’s that?” His voice was low and husky, his eyes locked on mine with a flirtatious spark.
“I never actually said anything in return, you know?” My voice was barely above a whisper, my words dripping with a subtle intimacy.
“I don’t… What do you mean, Mum?” His voice trembled, his breath catching in his throat as he awaited my response, his body leaning in with anticipation.
“Now, darling, this might seem like a mother just returning a compliment, or saying what’s expected, but listen closely. You’ve truly blossomed into a magnificent man. You carry your father’s charm, but – and this stays between us, alright? – you’ve surpassed him in every way imaginable.” My gaze drifted downwards, struggling to ignore the undeniable proof of his arousal straining against his denim.
“Perhaps that allure comes from your side of the family, hmm?” A shared, knowing laugh filled the space, thick with unspoken desires.
After that, things got quiet, but the air was thick with unspoken things. I couldn’t stop looking at him. His strong arms, the way his shirt stretched across his chest, the curve of his neck… My eyes traced every line of his body. Suddenly, I understood why women fell over themselves for him. He was a feast for the eyes, a temptation I couldn’t ignore.
“He’s got that effect on everyone, doesn’t he?” I thought, trying to play it cool. “It’s no wonder he’s had so many women chasing him. Rumor has it that he has a thing for older women, even the married ones”
I remember my own wild days before Mark, the thrill of forbidden touches. I wasn’t judging, not really. A woman knows what she wants, and sometimes, you just have to take it.
Looking at Joel, I started to feel a pull deep inside, a warm flutter between my thighs. It was crazy, a hunger I hadn’t felt in ages. My body was waking up, but my mind was fighting it. He was my son, this couldn’t be happening. But the road was long, and my desires were growing stronger.
That motel couldn’t come soon enough. I needed to escape the tension. After another quick dinner, I stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash over me. I stared at myself in the mirror, really seeing my body for the first time in a while. My dark hair framed my face, ending just above my breasts. I ran my hands over them, remembering the pleasure they could bring. Stretch marks and all, they were mine, and tonight, they felt incredibly sensitive.
I admired my sensual curves glistening in the mirror’s glow, my voluptuous breasts rising and falling with each breath. The pink buds of my nipples were erect, the areola a tantalizing contrast to my creamy skin. Childbirth had only enhanced their allure, the bountiful D-cups buoyant and perky. I trailed my fingertips over their supple mounds, imagining how they would soon be cupped in my husband’s eager hands.
My tummy was taut and toned, the result of diligent yoga and a fierce determination to reclaim my pre-baby body. The gentle flex of my abdominal muscles was undeniably erotic, begging to be caressed and appreciated. I turned in the mirror, drinking in the sight of my womanly figure. My bottom curved invitingly, a bit flat perhaps but perfectly proportioned to my lithe frame. As I ran my hands over the swell of my hips, I felt a thrill of anticipation.
Admiring my silky smooth legs, I cursed their brevity but cherished their slender grace. I imagined them wrapped tight around my lover’s waist as he drove into me with long, deep strokes. Goosebumps prickled my skin as I recalled my daring act the night before – the rasp of the razor over my most intimate area, leaving me utterly bare and aching for his touch.
Now, clad only in a sinfully thin satin slip, I felt the heat of my arousal building. My son’s morning admission still resonated through me, spurring my desire to seduce and surprise my husband in the most sensual way. I longed to entice him with the lush S-curve of my waist, the rosy peaks of my breasts, the slick, hairless expanse of my newly exposed sex.
When Joel came back from the restroom, I was in the middle of laying down my yoga mat for bed. He stood really close to me and said just two words: “Don’t worry.” I should’ve known then that something was about to go down, or that he was thinking about fooling around. But sometimes I can be pretty dense when it really matters.
“What do you mean?” I asked him. He told me, “I love you, Mum. You’re so gorgeous, I’ve wanted you for a real long time…” Too shocked to do anything, I just stood there frozen while my son pushed the hair out of my face, then pulled me close in a tight hug and planted a kiss right on my mouth. His hand squeezed my ass as we kissed.
It’s incredibly strange and confusing to have a family member act on their long-held sexual desires for you. And it’s even more shocking to suddenly feel intensely attracted to them in return. If I had to explain this taboo experience, I would say it’s the ultimate example of something being “so wrong it feels good.”
When Joel pressed his lips against mine, I felt the tickle of his stubble against my fair skin. I inhaled the strong, sweet scent of his deodorant, filling my nostrils. In that electric moment, I was overcome with disgust at our sinful behavior, but also incredibly aroused. The forbidden thrill sent my body buzzing. My mind reeled at the prospect of being unfaithful to my husband. But I was also deeply flattered that this sexy, virile young man found me so desirable, even though I was the woman who birthed him.
As much as my body hungered for everything that would happen next, my more rational mind won the battle and once I regained my strength, I placed my hands on his firm, youthful chest – oh God, that rock hard, young body – and gently pushed him away, breaking our passionate kiss.
“Mum, what’s wrong? Don’t try to deny this; I saw the way you were looking at me after I confessed my desire for you earlier. I’m so incredibly turned on by you right now, I want to ravish your luscious body so badly.”
I stepped back from him, my breath heavy. “It’s not as simple as that, darling. You’re very sexy to me too, and I’m happy to say you’re also so sweet, caring and loving. But I’m still hopelessly in love with your father, and since this getaway was all about him and our memories together, I’d feel like such a hypocritical slut if I broke my sacred wedding vows to him for the first time ever, right here, right now, and with our own son. But fuck, I’m absolutely aching for it so intensely… I’m dying for a good, hard servicing.”
As much as my body hungered for everything that would happen next, my more rational mind triumphed and once I regained my strength, I gently pressed my hands against his firm, youthful chest – oh God, that rock hard, young body – and tenderly pushed him away, breaking our passionate, erotic kiss. Our lips separated with a soft, sensual pop.
He moved closer, his strong hands gripping my shoulders, massaging my soft skin. His eyes locked onto mine, his voice low and seductive.
“Listen, Mum. Just because I’m not a husband doesn’t mean I don’t get it. But I can’t picture myself with anyone else but you. Your beauty and sex appeal are off the charts. It kills me knowing he doesn’t appreciate the special gift you are. He’s damn lucky and doesn’t deserve your love. I’d rock your world like no other man can. I’d kiss, caress and worship every inch of your luscious body until you’re writhing in ecstasy. I’d tease your aching, needy pussy with my tongue and cock until you’re screaming for release. Let me show you how a real man pleasures a goddess like you.” His words dripped with lusty promise as his hands glided down my back, pulling me flush against his hard, muscular body.
I could feel his erection pressing urgently into my belly, making me shiver with forbidden desire. He trailed his fingers along the curve of my breast and I whimpered, nipples tightening into stiff peaks. My body craved his touch like a drug, the ache between my thighs growing with each filthy, alluring word from his sinful mouth.
I knew Joel’s words were true, but I didn’t want to admit how much I had enjoyed his sensual touch. Gently, I took his strong hands in mine as I turned to face him, my eyes glistening with emotion. “Joel, my darling son, I love you so deeply. But making love to you? It’s something I never imagined I would do. Now, faced with the possibility that it could really happen, I’m terrified.” Moisture glistened on my long lashes as I gazed up at him, my voice a breathy whisper. “Joel, you make me feel so wanted again. But I’m your mother. More than anything else, I’m afraid of what could happen if we give in to our forbidden desires.”
I turned away from him, the beginning of tears welling in my eyes. I’d never been this intimately honest with my own son before and it was almost too much to bear. Swallowing hard, I found the strength to utter one final, emotional word. “Sorry.”
As I began to move away from Joel’s lovestruck gaze, he reached for me, his strong hands grasping my waist and spinning me back to face him. Inhaling sharply, I found myself staring into his heated eyes once more. Joel’s deep voice was a sultry purr as he leaned in close to whisper, “You once told me that it’s thrilling to be a little naughty sometimes…and not worry so much about the consequences.” His sensual words sent a shiver racing down my spine.
Before I could say anything else after he’d perverted my own words against me, he captured my lips in a passionate kiss once more. His stubble-beard felt electric against my sensitive skin, setting every nerve ending aflame. The intoxicating musk of his deodorant filled my nostrils, making me dizzy with desire. I found myself overwhelmed by intense sensations – repulsed, yet unbearably aroused, drunk on the taboo thrill, my heart racing at the thought of betraying my husband, and utterly flattered that this sexy young man wanted me so badly. He didn’t care that I was his father’s wife. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this wanted.
I pressed my palms against his firm chest, finally admitting how desperately I craved to feel desired again. The forbidden taboo of incest was powerful, but it paled next to my need to feel sexy and loved. And he made me feel so sexy and wanted and cherished that I no longer cared it was my own son doing so. I closed my eyes and returned his searing kiss, molding my lips to his. Sliding my arms around him, I pulled our bodies flush together, savoring the feel of him like I hadn’t since he was a little boy. I could feel the heat of his hardness straining against his loose boxers, pressing insistently into me. His hands caressed my back as he groaned into the kiss. I tightened my embrace and moaned in response.
Suddenly, his strong arms slid under my bottom. He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me the short distance to the motel bed. As he laid me gently on the firm sheets, I let out a breathless giggle, feeling giddy and desired, like a bride on her wedding night. His never stopped kissing me the entire time, smothering me with his passion.
My legs dangled off the bed as I lay before Joel, splayed out beneath him like a feast. He loomed over me, his strong hands caressing down my sides, along my curves and back up again. I felt his fingers trail across my body, squeezing and kneading. “You’re so incredible,” he murmured with deep lust.
Rather than just reply, I pulled him to me, opening my mouth to his tongue. We moaned together as it slid over my lips, probing, tasting. I wrapped my fingers in his hair, holding him close, our tongues enmeshed. The last threads of my resistance frayed and snapped. I surrendered wholly to the desperate, forbidden desire I craved for my son.
Soon enough, my trembling fingers reached for the hem of the t-shirt Joel wore as his pyjama top. I slid it upwards, revealing more and more of his smooth, warm skin. He paused our passionate kiss and lifted the shirt over his head, tossing it aside carelessly. Now my son stood bare-chested before me. I drank in the sight of his enticing physique as a woman desperate for love, not as his mother. His body was strong and solid, perhaps a little chubby if he wasn’t careful with his diet. Broad shoulders, a budding tummy, and a light sprinkling of chest hair around his nipples and trailing down his abdomen. He must work out, I thought, admiring his toned arms. As our eyes met, I couldn’t help but notice the prominent bulge straining against his boxers, begging to be freed. But that could wait.
For now, Joel knelt between my parted thighs, gazing at me with smoldering eyes. I leaned back on my elbows, presenting my barely-clad body to him. Slowly, he lifted my slip up over my quivering stomach. I sat back up, taking control as he slipped the thin garment up and over my full, heavy breasts. The slip caught teasingly on my ample bosom before I finally freed it, tossing it aside. My breasts bounced and settled, the rosy nipples stiffening under Joel’s intense stare. The heat of his lustful gaze made me ache with need, my core burning for his touch as I lay before him, half-naked and utterly vulnerable.
His eyes widened and locked onto my ample bosom. He stared in awe for what felt like minutes, not blinking, as if transfixed by the sight. Oh how I yearned for my husband Mark to ogle me like that again, to make me feel desired and sexy.
Finally, Joel’s brain seemed to kick into gear. He swallowed hard and let out a soft groan. “Holy fuck, mum! Your tits… they’re so… mmmm… yummy!” His crude expletive would normally earn him a scolding, but I decided to let it slide, considering the incredibly erotic circumstances.
I gave a coy, seductive smile. “I guess there’s no need to ask if you like what you see, my darling boy, hmm?” It had been so long since I felt this kind of alluring sensuality. Emboldened, I cupped and squeezed my heavy breasts, thumbs circling and pinching my stiffening pink nipples, putting on a little show just for him. “You want mummy’s big soft titties? Come taste them, baby…”
He feverishly pins me down on the bed once again, his strong arms caging me in on either side. He rains hungry kisses across my flushed cheeks and along the column of my neck, making me shudder with building arousal. We both moan headily, lost in the intensity of the moment, as his scruffy stubble teases my sensitive skin.
His lips blaze a passionate trail down the valley between my heaving breasts. When he’s finally face to face with their bare, enticing mounds, he immediately draws my stiffening right nipple into the wet heat of his mouth, just as he used to when he nursed from me as an innocent babe. But his suckling holds a different meaning now, sending jolts of raw pleasure through my quivering body.
“Mmm, yes!” I gasp, as he licks and laps at my aching peak, swirling his tongue around the puckered areola. His hot breath and saliva make my skin tingle and burn. He kneads my other breast with his palm, tugging and rolling the nipple between his fingers until I’m panting and undone.
After lavishing my right breast with attention, he switches to suckle the left, his tongue painting sinful patterns on the sensitive flesh. All the while, he massages my right nipple, pinching it to the same desperate hardness. I writhe and mewl beneath him shamelessly, drunk on the taboo bliss of my grown son nursing from me once again.
Long before Joel’s hands ventured to explore the most intimate parts of my body, I could feel the arousal building deep within me. It had started from that very first kiss, when I had to turn him down despite my own desperate need. Ever since then, I had been warm and tingling between my legs, aching to be touched. I first realized just how incredibly wet I was getting when I took off my son’s shirt, my body betraying my lust. By the time Joel began kissing his way down my body, from my heaving breasts to my quivering belly, I was dripping with desire, absolutely craving the feeling of his hands on my most secret places.
I writhed and giggled with anticipation as my son’s lips worshiped my belly button and trailed lower still. His strong hands glided down the curves of my body, skimming over my breasts and hips until they reached the waistband of my drenched knickers. With a coy lift of my hips, I let Joel remove the last barrier between us, leaving me completely bare and vulnerable before him, his face just inches away from the very place he had emerged into this world. I had never been so exposed, so desperate for my own son’s touch.
I couldn’t believe I’d almost missed out on watching what my son was about to do next. After all the mind-blowing things we’d already done, I wasn’t sure I could handle the thought of Joel putting his mouth down there. On my most intimate area. But my curiosity and desire won out. I had to see this.
Propping myself up, I looked down at Joel as he kissed his way up my inner thighs, getting closer and closer to my aching sex. He’d never been this close since the day I first held him in my arms. Now less than an inch away, he paused to breathe in my scent deeply, holding me close. I shivered, glad I’d be freshly showered.
“God Mum, you smell incredible,” he murmured, his hot breath making me wetter. His beard tickled my sensitive skin. I knew I was ready for him to taste me, my son. I’d yearned for this for so long. Now I would finally have his mouth on me where I needed it most.
Wasting no more time, his fingers slid slowly over my lips, teasing my wet entrance. I watched in awe as he worked two fingers inside, pumping them in and out of my tight hole with reverence. Inhaling sharply, I let out a deep moan of pleasure. “Mmm it feels so good baby,” I purred, my voice breathy with desire. He grinned like a boy in a candy shop as his thumb found my sensitive clit, rubbing circles around it with each thrust. “Oooh fuck yes!” I cried out, my hips starting to buck on their own to meet his skilled fingers. Faster and faster he curled his digits inside me, my slick walls clenching around them desperately.
I could feel my climax building as his thumb strummed my aching clit and fingers massaged that special spot deep inside me that left me seeing stars. My face was flushed, breath coming in short gasps, as I rocked shamelessly against his hand. “Oh god baby I’m so close!” I whimpered, completely lost in ecstasy as my own son played my body like an instrument, bringing me to the brink of a mind-blowing orgasm.
I felt myself teetering on the brink of explosive release. “Oh god baby, you’re going to make me cum!” I whimpered desperately, my body quivering with need. But before I could finish my plea, my orgasm slammed into me with the force of a runaway train.
“AAAHHH FUCK!” I screamed in ecstasy, my back arching as I bucked and writhed on the motel bed. Wave after wave of pulsing bliss crashed over me, radiating from my throbbing clit and saturating every nerve ending. My toes curled, my eyes rolled back in my head. I was utterly consumed, lost to the primal pleasure of climax.
Dimly, I heard my son’s filthy promise through the roaring in my ears. “We’re not done yet, Mum. After I finish with you, your pussy is going to be so sore.” The knowledge that he was going to keep taking me, using me, fucking me until I was limp and spent made another aftershock shake me to my core.
I’d never experienced pleasure so intense, so all-encompassing. My orgasm had unleashed a dammed-up flood of pent-up sexual energy. Five months of aching, unfulfilled desire had finally found catharsis in my son’s skilled touches. As I lay there panting, my pussy still clenching weakly around his fingers, I knew that once would never be enough. I was addicted to this feeling…addicted to him. And I would beg him for more, as many times as he could give it to me.
I lay there panting softly, my body still tingling from the waves of pleasure. But before I could catch my breath, I felt his lips return to my inner thighs, kissing them gently. His strong hands gripped my thighs, spreading my legs open wider as his mouth began its sensual journey. He licked up and down my outer labia, slowly and deliberately, savoring every inch of my most intimate area.
Then he worked his way inward, his tongue parting my soft folds to explore my deepest, most sensitive areas. I gasped as he found my clitoris, already swollen and aching for his touch. He circled it slowly, teasing me with light flicks of his tongue. The pressure built rapidly as he focused all his attention on that little bundle of nerves. I couldn’t believe it – just as I had recovered from the mind-blowing orgasm, he was already determined to give me another, even more intense climax. I surrendered myself completely to his skillful ministrations, wishing I had given in to his insatiable lust years ago, so I could have experienced this toe-curling ecstasy sooner.
The first thing I noticed was my son’s mouth, open wide around my tingling clitoris as his strong young tongue flicked and caressed the sensitive nub. As a mother, I really didn’t want to dwell too much on where he had acquired such masterful oral technique at such an early age. But as a woman long deprived of intimate male attention, I couldn’t help but marvel at how naturally he pleasured my quivering mound, applying just the right pressure and rhythm without any guidance from me.
My hips soon began to undulate against his face, and I grasped his hair to hold him in place as I mindlessly ground my dripping vulva against his eager mouth. I couldn’t believe this was really happening – that the son I had birthed and raised, the boy I loved with all my heart, was now servicing me with the same mouth his father and I had paid a small fortune to straighten and perfect. Waves of forbidden ecstasy crashed through my body, threatening to pull me under. And yet, it was the sheer devotion in his movements, the way he lavished my womanhood with single-minded passion, that finally tipped me over the precipice into shattering climax. Any other man would have skipped the foreplay entirely, but not my darling boy. He loved me, body and soul, and he was determined to make me feel that love through every fibre of my being. In that moment, I was his utterly.
My curvaceous hips ground against his handsome face, my breathing grew quicker and more labored. “Oh Joel,” I moaned, “your tongue feels so good, don’t stop!” I panted and writhed above him, my body undulating sensually.
Six minutes passed in a sensual blur as that talented muscle worked tirelessly between my thighs. My son loved me so deeply, I felt it for the second time that passionate night. Overwhelmed by pleasure, I squealed like a smitten teenager, my voice high and breathy. A powerful orgasmic wave crashed over me, making me double over and spasm with ecstasy, my toes curling in euphoria.
Blushing like a virgin, my face and heaving breasts turned cherry red and grew hot as a fever. Glistening with sheens of sweat, my hair clung to my face, neck and arched back. “I love you!” I gasped to my son as I shuddered atop him, still impaled on his face. His head remained buried in my womanhood, his tongue continuing to lap and flick until my climax finally ebbed away, leaving me twitching and spent.
Neither of us spoke a word; we both knew exactly what thrilling, erotic events would soon unfold. He rose to his feet, sensually wiping my sweet, sticky juices from his chin and cheeks. Then, in one tantalizing motion, he slipped out of his boxer shorts, finally unveiling his huge, throbbing manhood that stood proud and ready.
Unable to help myself, I felt a twinge of guilt as I instinctively compared his impressive cock to his father’s. But as I drank in the exquisite sight before me, all thoughts of Mark faded away. Where his father’s cock was thick and veiny, our son’s was longer and more girthy. I recalled how Mark had insisted we have Joel circumcised “so he’ll be just like his dad, with no awkward questions.” But now, seeing Joel’s magnificent shaft tufted with neatly trimmed pubic curls, I couldn’t help but notice the obvious differences. I decided it was probably best not to mention my thoughts to Joel, and kept my observations to myself…for now.
My eyes devoured every detail of our son’s adult, circumcised cock. It stood tall and thick, at least 8 inches of rock hard, pulsing flesh. The veins running along its length seemed to throb with need, begging to be touched and tasted. I had to admit, I found Joel’s cock visually more appealing than his father’s, though I could never say that out loud. What kind of mother would I be, to lust after my own son’s dick? But the sheer size and raw masculinity of it made my mouth water with forbidden desire. Marveling at how much of a real man our boy had become, I knew I had to have him. Consequences be damned.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Joel climbed on top of me, his masculine body pinning me beneath him. I could feel the heat of his skin, his chest pressing against mine as he positioned himself between my parted thighs. His thick, throbbing cock probed at my entrance, the swollen purple head already slick with my arousal. With a groan of pure lust, he pushed forward, sheathing himself to the hilt in my tight, eager pussy.
“Oh god, Mum …you feel so fucking good,” Joel gasped, his voice ragged with desire. “Your cunt is gripping me so tightly…like it never wants to let me go.”
I could only moan in response, my body trembling with pleasure as my son began to move inside me. Each deep, driving thrust sent sparks of ecstasy shooting through my core. His hands found my breasts, kneading the soft flesh and pinching my nipples until they ached. I wrapped my legs around his waist, tilting my hips to take him even deeper.
“Mummy loves feeling her boy’s big, hard cock stretching her open,” I panted, my nails raking down his back. “You fill me up so perfectly…like you were made just for me.”
Joel growled low in his throat, a primal sound of masculine satisfaction. He drove into me harder, faster, our hips slamming together in a frenzy of lust. I could feel every heavy throb of his dick as he plundered my spasming pussy. Sweat slicked our bodies, the air thick with the musky scent of sex.
“Harder, baby,” I begged shamelessly, my voice a needy whine. “Pound Mummy’s greedy cunt… make me cum all over your beautiful cock!”
With a guttural groan, Joel obeyed, fucking into me with wild abandon. The wet, obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, mixing with our wanton moans and the creaking of the bed beneath us. I could feel my climax building, my pussy clenching hotter and tighter around his pistoning shaft.
I held my darling boy tight in my arms, his naked sweaty body pressed up against mine. I could feel his heart beating rapidly against my own. “Shhh, it’s alright baby, just relax,” I whispered soothingly into his ear, stroking his damp hair.
My legs and arms were wrapped snugly around him like a protective cocoon after our intense lovemaking session. I lavished attention on my son’s naked body, savoring the feeling of his skin against mine. My fingers roamed over his muscular back and arms, squeezing his firm buttocks, trailing along his strong thighs. I had him completely in my embrace, his manhood still nestled inside my warm, damp womanhood.
I gazed lustfully into Joel’s eyes, our faces mere inches apart, sharing a passionate kiss that seemed to last an eternity as we continued making love with deep thrusts and groans of pleasure. “Don’t stop, baby. Feel how wet and tight I am for you,” I purred seductively between sloppy kisses.
For several long minutes we stayed entwined as one, until I felt his breathing quicken and grow shallower. I knew what was coming next – the look in his eyes told me he was rapidly approaching his peak. “Cum for me Joel, cum deep inside your mummy’s pussy,” I urged him, my voice dripping with desire. “Fill me up with your hot seed.”
“Ahh Mum unngh arghh!” Joel cried out, his voice trembling with need as he held my ample breasts tighter. I could feel his cock throbbing and swelling inside my clenching canal. His hips began pumping faster, fucking me with abandon. The knowledge that I could give my precious son this pleasure, to feel him lose control like this, sent a fresh wave of heat straight to my core. The bed banging violently against the wall as he fucked me harder.
“Now baby, now!” I gasped as he thrusted wildly, buried to the hilt. With a guttural groan, Joel’s body tensed and then shook violently as his orgasm overtook him. I could feel him erupting, spurt after thick spurt of his potent semen jetting out of his cock and flooding my aching cunt. It was the most exquisite sensation, being so utterly filled by my own son.
Joel collapsed onto my sweat slicked body, his head falling onto my heaving chest as the final drops of his release were milked from him by my rippling walls. “That’s it, give it all to Mummy,” I cooed, running my fingers through his tousled hair. “You came so much, baby, you’ve got Mummy so full.”
We lay there panting together, basking in the afterglow of our first coupling as mother and son. I held him close, marveling at the sheer taboo intimacy of the moment. I had never felt so close and connected to another person. Even though it was wrong, in this instant, nothing else mattered except this boy I loved more than anything else in this world.
“You’re absolutely fucking perfect, Mum,” he said breathlessly as he recovered.
“And you sweetheart, you were simply goddamn incredible,” I replied.
Laying still and silent, his cock slowly shrunk and slipped out of my slick, quivering pussy. Before long I felt a flood of wetness I had almost forgotten about – a river of my son’s potent seed pouring out of my fucked hole, oozing down my ass crack and onto the motel bed sheets underneath us. I’m sure that bed has seen plenty of cum stains like that before, the naughty thing.
After that gush, I suggested shifting around so we were actually laying on the bed the proper way. To be honest, I don’t really remember much else of that night, so we must’ve both dozed off to sleep fairly quickly after that. As I drifted off, my head filled with fuzzy thoughts of how utterly wonderful and natural it all felt, despite him being my own son. Laying there with him resting his handsome face on my big soft tits, I felt so amazed that something so wrong could feel so incredibly right…
The next delicious morning, I awoke with my darling boy’s sweet face resting alluringly on my supple left breast. Oh, the perkiness of new found lust! When he stirred from his slumber shortly after, I pretended to still be dreaming, savoring every moment of forbidden skin to skin contact.
In hindsight, I definitely wished I hadn’t feigned sleep, I wanted him to know how much his touch excited me. But oh, the tender care he took as he gently lifted his firm body from my womanly curves. I listened with bated breath as he crept around our lovemaking den, gathering our clothes strewn about like the most erotic of flowers. He carefully placed my garments in a neat pile on our bed, like an offering to his goddess, before attending to his morning duties. The door creaked shut and I allowed myself to rise, pulling my dress up my tingling skin.
“Good morning,” we both murmured. That morning, my old friend Doubt paid a visit once more, filling my head with unclean thoughts. Did my precious boy regret our coupling? Was I the aggressor, the cause of his disgust? Had I acted too desperate, too willing to break my vows and my marriage? I had to know but found myself too chicken to face his rejection.
We packed up our sinful nest in silence, resuming our depraved journey, for better or for far worse…
I shivered as Joel spoke, his words dripping with alluring sensuality. “Mum?” He startled me from my trance-like state, staring out the window lost in desire. “Oh, sorry for startling you. Um, about last night… I’m sorry.”
My body trembled, bracing myself for the worst. “Sorry about what?” I asked timidly.
“Sorry for the way I handled last night,” Joel purred, his voice smooth like molten chocolate. “I guess this morning I’m really just worried that you thought I just wanted you for your body… But honestly, it really is more than that. I really am in love with you – you’re so kind and beautiful on the inside, too.”
I felt myself melting, arousal coursing through my veins at his tender words. “You’re an amazing mother, but more importantly, you’re seriously an amazing woman and Dad is an idiot if he can’t see that,” Joel continued, his eyes smoldering with lust. “But I can see that and I’m so happy to be your son.”
My core clenched, aching to feel him inside me again. “Also, fuck, last night was the best pussy I’ve ever had,” Joel growled possessively.
“Oh honey, I never thought that,” I whimpered, my nipples straining against my top. “I thought you were awkward because you regretted the entire love-making… And I was really thinking I came across as desperate and pathetic and sad, like a clichéd middle-age housewife who’s trying to hold onto her youth by having sex with a younger guy. Or that you really only wanted me that one time, you know?”
“Pssh, you’re none of those things,” Joel smoldered, undressing me with his eyes. “Really. You’re so strong and so amazing, I’m truly in love with you, Mum.”
My body burned, a throbbing ache between my thighs. “I’m glad you don’t think I’m pathetic, I’ve just been feeling really down lately,” I panted. “It’s been so long since your dad has wanted anything to do with me in that way… I guess my self-confidence is just in tatters at the moment.”
“Seriously?!” Joel exclaimed, his desire evident. “I can’t believe that you really have to go all the way to Melbourne just so that you can, like, surprise him into having sex with you. Jesus.”
I squirmed in my seat, my pussy dripping with want. “If you were my wife, I don’t think I could even leave the house without fucking you for hours before I went,” Joel groaned, his hand drifting to his crotch. “Um, sorry.”
“No, don’t be sorry,” I breathed, my chest heaving. “About the swearing, or about what you said. You know, I’m starting to think that we have, like, tons in common.”
“Emotionally, we’re very similar – it’s kind of funny how we’re both so in sync already,” Joel said with a knowing smirk, his eyes darkening with need.
I was putty in his hands, craving him like a drug. The car was stifling, the sexual tension thick and heavy. I knew that if we didn’t have each other right then and there, I would go mad with desire…
I sat there, stunned, as my son laid bare his emotions, mirroring my own vulnerability. Holy fuck, I realized with a shiver, I might actually be falling for him. It wouldn’t be the craziest thing – at least he craved me, respected me, and understood my needy nature, which he’d clearly inherited from me. It had been years since I felt so desired, so powerful, so loved. While Mark remained oblivious to my yearning, my son embodied everything I yearned for – youth, sex appeal, and a deep emotional connection. As we reached the hotel, I ached to express just how much his affection meant to me, to show him the depths of my desire.
Last night was all about me, but tonight, I flipped the script and made it all about Joel. As soon as the door clicked shut, I lunged at him, my pent-up desire for him igniting like a wildfire. I ravished his mouth with a kiss, pouring all the day’s repressed lust into it. Without breaking the kiss, I fumbled with his buttons, yanking them open to expose the expanse of his chest. He responded with equal fervor, his hands roaming over my curves as he worked the zipper of my dress down my body. I stepped out of it, letting the fabric pool at my feet.In the seconds I’d had to myself before Joel arrived, I caught sight of the large mirror in our room’s cupboard. Turning to face him, I pulled him into the space and positioned us in front of the reflective surface.
As I undressed my son, my hands lingered on his smooth skin, drinking in the sight of his lean, youthful body. His tender lips parted for my kiss, and I savored the innocence, the sweetness, of his mouth before trailing my lips down the column of his throat. My tongue danced around his nipples, mirroring the sensual play he had shown me the night before. He threaded his fingers through my hair, a low moan vibrating through him as I worshiped his chest.When I reached his belly button, I paused, resisting the urge to unzip his jeans. Instead, I knelt before him, my eyes locked on his as I grasped the waistband of his pants. “Thank you for reigniting the flame in me, my darling,” I whispered, my voice thick with desire. “This is my way of expressing my gratitude.”
With an impulsive desire to see more, I reached out and popped the button on his fly, then dragged the zipper down. His pants slid off, revealing his already stiff cock straining against the fabric of his red briefs. The outline of his throbbing erection was unmistakable against the bright red material. I couldn’t help but pause and let my eyes drink in the sight for a moment, my heart pounding in anticipation. But I was too eager to wait any longer, so I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down, careful not to catch his dick on the way. As they slid past his hips and down his legs, I was finally face-to-face with my son’s thick, eight-inch erection. Despite my general distaste for the practice, Joel’s uncut cock looked surprisingly good, his purple head proudly pointing towards the ceiling, a bead of pre-cum starting to form at the tip.
I gazed hungrily at the engorged cock before me, my eyes drinking in every throbbing inch. Time seemed to slow as I reached out, my hand wrapping around the thick base, steadying it for my eager mouth. A primal hunger drove me to moisten my lips with a swipe of my tongue, my jaw parting wide to accommodate the girthy shaft. And then, in an instant, my son’s cock was sheathed between my lips, the velvety smoothness against my tongue a symphony of sensation.I drew him in, letting three inches of hot, hard flesh fill my mouth, my tongue tracing the sensitive underside. My head bobbed in a steady rhythm, lips and tongue gliding up and down his pulsing length as I savoured the musky flavour of his arousal.
My eyes fluttered closed as I wrapped my lips around Mark’s thick shaft, the salty-sweet tang of his precum flooding my taste buds. It had been eons since I’d last had his cock in my mouth – probably when Joel was still playing with Legos. Yet, somehow, the motions and tongue positions came back to me instinctively, as if I’d never stopped giving head.
I moaned wantonly, savouring the flavour of my man on my tongue. But why deprive myself of the visual feast? I popped my eyes open, gazing across to the mirror and drinking in the erotic scene. There we were, stark naked, my body a conduit for his pleasure, his face contorted in bliss. My eyes roamed over his toned physique, lingering on the enticing curve of his ass. I’d never really noticed it before, the way the muscles flexed and rippled with each thrust.
His ass was a tight, hairless expanse beneath my palm, so I slid my hand up to claim the other cheek. I massaged him in time with my mouth’s movements, the rhythm mirroring the sensual dance unfolding on my tongue. But I couldn’t tear my gaze from the reflection in the mirror, my ego momentarily unbridled. Normally a T-shirt bra would suffice, but today I’d opted for a black lacy balcony number, paired with matching bikini briefs. The change made a world of difference – my breasts gained a more rounded, alluring shape, while the deep cut accentuated my flat stomach. Kneeling before him, my lacy undies lifted my butt, transforming it into a pert, enticing sight. As I took in my reflection, a glimmer of self-awareness dawned. Maybe Mark wasn’t rejecting me because of my looks after all.
I gazed into the mirror, catching Joel’s eye as I began to explore his cock with my tongue, my newfound confidence emboldening me to push boundaries. Starting slow, I licked the tip in a deliberate, rhythmic pattern – clockwise, then counterclockwise. As I gained momentum, my strokes quickened, my mouth gliding over his shaft with increasing urgency. Suddenly, I shifted focus to the sensitive underside, zeroing in on the sweet spot where the ridge meets the shaft. Joel’s deep, guttural moan told me I’d hit the mark, and I reveled in the power of my new skills, my tongue dancing along his length with reckless abandon.
My gaze locked onto Joel’s face, reading the subtle signals of his desire. His eyes pleaded for more, but his words painted a different picture -“I don’t wanna cum yet.” I adjusted my approach, shifting my focus from the tip to the length of his shaft. I lavished attention on either side, the underside, teasing him with each stop just shy of that sensitive crown. I could sense his restlessness, but before he could take control, I challenged myself to push past my limits. With a newfound determination, I engulfed his head once more, my lips melding around the ridged tip. Slowly, I descended, watching in the mirror as his thick cock disappeared into my mouth. More than half of his impressive length vanished, stretching my lips to their capacity. I continued my descent, inch by inch, until I reached my limit at six inches deep. Not bad, considering Joel would later joke that I have a “small mouth for blowjobs.”
My mouth watered as I felt his groan reverberate through me, the words “Fuck yes, Mum” sending a jolt of electricity down my spine. As I began to retreat up his shaft with my lips, he growled, “That felt so damn good. Now stand up for me.” I was taken aback by the authoritative edge in his voice, yet I obeyed, rising to my feet as promised – tonight was all about him, after all. He ran his hands over my arms and shoulders, his hazel eyes drinking in every inch of my body as they traversed from my face to my breasts and lower, lingering on my most intimate areas. Hands on my shoulders, he turned me slowly, and in the mirror, I caught his gaze fixated on my back and the curve of my ass, my skin tingling under his hungry stare.
“Jesus, you have a fucking amazing body,” he informed me. “I wanna fuck you so hard; tell me you don’t want it hard, Mum.”
I couldn’t tell if that was a genuine question, or just part of whatever power fantasy he was now acting out, but either way I remained silent. Taking my silence as permission to proceed, he unhooked my bra while kissing my neck. Once I’d removed it properly, he stepped in close behind me. His cock pressed into my back, still wet from my mouth. He brushed my hair to one side and started kissing my neck and sucking my earlobe. I moaned, powerless to resist my suddenly very confident son. Then, with his left hand, Joel started squeezing my breasts while he ran his right hand down over my stomach and grabbed the elastic waistband of my briefs. He slid my underwear down to just above my knees, letting gravity do the rest. I dutifully stepped out of the pile they created with my left foot and used my right to kick them away from us.
“On your knees, Mum; I think we’re both ready now.” I completely agreed, and did as he commanded. I dropped onto my hands and knees, flicking my hair away so it wouldn’t obscure anybody’s view of my body in the mirror.
Joel quickly dropped down to his knees as well and, cock in hand, expertly guided himself inside me. It had honestly been more than a decade since I’d done it doggystyle. I had never particularly enjoyed it with Mark; the whole thing felt very degrading to me, how I felt like I just had to stay there on my hands and knees while he dominated me, fucking me like a primitive life form. But, somehow, with Joel I didn’t feel that way. It’s hard to pinpoint why; maybe it was because I was genuinely (but happily) thrown by his sudden change in demeanour that night. Or maybe it was simply that I was so incredibly horny, I didn’t care how he fucked me in that moment – I had said tonight would be all about him, after all. Whatever it was, I sure as hell wasn’t complaining.
Once he was inside me, Joel started fucking me almost immediately. He held my hips firmly in each hand while he used his whole body to thrust in and out of my slippery-wet opening. I grunted and moaned each time he shoved the full length of his cock inside me, hard enough to make a wet slapping sound. It took me about a minute or two after being taken to remember there was a mirror in our room. I lifted my head and watched almost in a trance at Joel’s butt as he thrust his body towards mine. I could see my boobs hanging down and swinging like pendulums, bouncing in time with Joel’s rhythmic fucking. I watched him raise his right hand about level with his stomach, and I watched him bring it down on my right butt cheek with a smack that filled the room.
It was the first time I’d been spanked in decades, so I squealed, loudly. But…it wasn’t an unhappy squeal. Yes, it stung, and he did leave a red mark on my cheek in the shape of his hand, but by that point I’d already committed to giving into his every wish that night, and I didn’t care. It wasn’t as though he did it maliciously, either; this was a playful-but-dominant butt smack between (very) consenting sexual partners, so I asked him for another. I watched as he smiled at me in the mirror, then spanked me again, on the left cheek for a matching mark.
That second smack seemed to wake me up from my laziness. I suddenly realised he was probably wanting a bit more participation on my end, rather than just being a wet and willing hole for him to fuck. I moaned his name and started thrusting my butt towards him, meeting his thrusts in the middle.
“Fuck yeah, just like that,” he grunted approvingly. After 54 years on this planet and 36 years of sexual activity, I finally understood how to participate in doggy style. Rather than kneeling and simply feeling degraded while some guy fucked at me from a dominant position, Joel helped me see that I could actually contribute and enjoy myself, too. As lame as it might sound, it was actually a very happy moment for me. Suddenly, doggy style’s very primal, rough and animalistic nature took on a new, almost liberating light.
Staring at us in the mirror, I saw Joel’s tight butt. I stared at his sexy, masculine body glistening with a fine layer of sweat. I could even see his hard, young, very thick cock disappearing and reappearing from my vagina. I watched my breasts bouncing and swinging hypnotically while we fucked. I saw my flat-but-firm butt, the faint red outline of Joel’s hands from his intermittent spanking glowing in the florescent lights of the cheap motel we were staying in tonight. I saw my face, smiling in ecstasy for the second night in a row after far too long. I studied my hips, gripped tight by my son, and concentrated on my movements. I thrust back towards Joel’s body as hard and as fast as he thrust forward into me. Finally, I was doing doggy properly – fucking back at the man who was fucking me. I loved every second of it, and I wished we could take the mirror with us when we left; I never wanted to have sex without one again.
That night, Joel lasted close to 10 minutes of pure fucking, which I think is especially impressive for a guy as young as him. Eventually, though, he moaned “I’m gonna cum, Mum,” and without any further warning, he withdrew his cock from inside me. As though his life depended on it, Joel stood up and told me to get back on my knees in front of him. I’ve never actually watched porn, but I’d heard enough to know both what my son wanted me to do, and where he got the idea. Of course, I obliged him and knelt in front of him, staring up at him and his soaking wet cock.
He pumped it with one hand as he gazed down at me, staring into my eyes, then down to my breasts, and further still to my crotch. I took the opportunity to make a show for him, holding and squeezing my breasts with my left hand while I masturbated with my right. I guess I was feeling a little neglected in that department after the previous night, but I certainly wasn’t resentful of Joel; after all, it was my idea to jump him and blow him the second we got into the room.
I rubbed my clit between my index and middle fingers, playing with my boobs and my nipples while I stared up at my son and watched him jerking off, eager to shoot his cum all over me. I really did like what I saw – a beautiful young boy pleasuring himself to the sight of me, regardless of my age or the fact I’d given birth to him. Those reasons were probably why I was able to cum so quickly, without any proper stimulation before my hand.
My knees drew together, my face went bright red and my left hand squeezed my left breast so hard and quickly I found fingernail scratches the next morning. I felt my neck tense up and draw my head back, arching my back and pushing out my breasts even further towards my son. I could feel them jiggle as I spasmed with my orgasmic waves. My mouth was wide open as I moaned with pure pleasure, not even thinking about what a show I must’ve been putting on for Joel. But apparently that was what he needed to push over the edge.
This will probably make me sound very boring in bed, but before that moment, I had only ever had guys cum inside me. I now know that it’s fairly common these days for guys to cum on girls’ bodies but it was a completely new experience for me that evening. My orgasm had only just subsided when Joel groaned “Cumming…” I stared in open-mouthed wonder at his cock erupting and spewing forth its precious white liquid. I watched, transfixed, as his cum shot towards me, hitting me all over with his hot, sticky mess.
I think he was aiming for my chest, but he needs to work on his aim a little. The first, biggest load hit me in the neck and slid down over my collarbone, down my chest and over my right nipple. The second rope of cum landed higher, hitting me on my upper lip, oozing down into the corner of my mouth. Before I knew what I was doing, I instinctively licked at it, taking his cum into my mouth. I actually enjoyed the salty bitterness of his cum and wished he had gotten more than just that little bit into my mouth. The third and fourth wads of my son’s cum landed right on my left breast and dripped down into my cleavage.
The fifth spurt of my son’s cum landed on my neck again, but remained fairly in place. Six and seven dripped straight onto the carpet between us, and that’s how I knew he was done. Once again, I wrapped my lips around his cock and cleaned his purple head of all his precum and whatever remnants of his actual cum and my juices there happened to be. I swallowed while staring at myself in the mirror – totally naked on my knees in front of my son, coated in his cum – pleasantly surprised at the woman I was rapidly becoming.
“And again, that was amazing, Mum,” my son exclaimed while staring down at all the cum he’d sprayed me with.
“You don’t need to tell me that, baby. You know, that was the first time I’ve actually enjoyed doggy style? It always felt so …degrading before now, but thank you for helping me see the fun side of it.” Looking down at my chest, I asked, “Now, exactly what should I do about this?” I pointed to the numerous patches of cum that would soon be drying on my skin. Did he want me to gather it up and lick it? Wash it off? Let it dry?
“Can I watch while you, um, rub it in?” Amazing how quickly some guys lose their confidence after they cum, isn’t it? I giggled at the suggestion, relieved I didn’t have to lick it up from my own skin. Of course, I made a show of it for him: I started with the load on my face, wiping it up and moving it down to my neck. I started rubbing Joel’s cum into my skin on my neck and chest, then moved my hands down and began massaging my breasts with his cum. It took longer than I was expecting to rub it all in until it was dry. Still, though, I rubbed it all over myself, covering my nipples and spreading out my son’s sticky white cum evenly over my breasts while he watched, possibly wishing he had more to shower me with.
Once Joel had regained his breath, we showered together for the first time in two decades. He very fastidiously washed his cum off my breasts while I giggled like a schoolgirl. We made out under the hot water, our hands serving the dual purposes of exploring each other’s naked skin and washing each other at the same time. He was clearly ready to go again, but I had to be the mother and tell him that it was getting to be after 8 o’clock and we’d better have some dinner, then I smiled suggestively and told him it’d help him regain his strength.
We went out to a nearby pub that Joel informed me had “pretty good, pretty cheap” meals. My son was a true gentleman and paid for my drinks and my meal, and only allowed himself one beer. We definitely drew some looks from some of the other patrons when we would kiss each other on the mouths while waiting for our meals as we sat in a corner booth. I confess I did enjoy the feeling of being affectionate in public, knowing we were getting looks of “are they a couple or are they actually mother and son?”. If only I could’ve told them it was both! Joel had a steak while I (predictably) had a Caesar salad, allowing myself to be a little naughty by asking for extra bacon. I guess you could say it was our first date, and considering that, it was actually a really nice night. We sat side-by-side in the booth, just chatting the way that Mark and I used to do.
I probably shouldn’t have said it in a public area, but I was starting to reach the point where I didn’t care what other people thought anymore. “Sorry if I’m sounding like a broken record, baby, but it’s been more than a decade since your father and I fucked like you and I have been. And, I’ve been keeping this to myself for a little while, but yours is definitely the nicer dick.”
He just about choked on his steak. “Is that a fact?”
“Honestly, yeah. I mean, yours and his are about the same length, but yours is thicker and that’s what matters. Plus it’s just nicer to look at, if you ask me.”
He just nodded, and it suddenly got very awkward between us again.
“Oh honey, I’m sorry if I made it weird. It’s just… I don’t mean to compare you to your dad, but when I do, you’re always the winner. I guess I’m just so happy to have an enthusiastic lover again, and it’s just so refreshing to feel so wanted again. But from now on, I’m going to do my best to not mention him in that way again, okay?”
“Deal.” He looked off into the distance the way he always did before he started one of his patented rants. “I’m sorry to get uncomfortable, but you probably wouldn’t like hearing about how your great, big tits are much nicer than any of my ex’s, or that you give BJs much better than Michelle, right?”
Backhanded as the compliments were, I completely understood what he was saying. “You’re right, sweetie. From now on, it’s just about us and nobody else.”
The meal went back to normal after that, and he even started rubbing my back while he waited for me to finish my drink so we could head back to our room. Unfortunately, by the time we made it back, it was almost 10 o’clock and Joel’s early sleeping pattern meant he was just about ready to fall asleep after brushing his teeth. Even though we’d had so much fun earlier in the night, I’m ashamed to say I was disappointed to know he wasn’t up for round two. Oh well, there was always tomorrow night.
After I finished brushing my teeth, Joel was in bed in just his boxer shorts, struggling to keep his eyes open. I climbed in beside him wearing my slip, and kissed him goodnight in a very different way to I’d done when he was a child. He kissed me back, and lay down on his back. I put my head on his chest and fell asleep with my arm draped over him. Later on in the night, I woke up lying on my side while Joel was spooning me. His hand was resting on my boob and I felt his hard cock pressing into my arse. Not sure if he was awake and sending me a signal or not, I decided to try signalling him at any rate, letting him know I was definitely keen for some sleepy sex. I moved my hips, grinding against his cock and moaned happily. I grabbed his hand and pressed it firmly into my breast, hoping he’d grab onto me. Of course, he was still asleep, so I was again a little disappointed. It took probably ten minutes for my frustration to die down enough to let me go back to sleep.
The next morning, I knew we had a fair bit of a drive so I decided not to try for some morning sex. Instead, I decided to see to what extent I could still dress sexily. I got changed that morning into a very revealing outfit for a woman my age – denim skirt, a button-up short sleeved shirt with only two buttons done up around my breasts, and no bra. I hadn’t worn anything that deliberately provocative or revealing since my early 30s, so I was a bit nervous about whether I could still pull it off. When he came out of the bathroom after brushing his teeth, Joel did a double-take, exclaiming “Holy shit, Mum! Jesus, I’m one fucking lucky son.”
That comment had me beaming all morning. “Thank you, my darling baby. I hope you don’t think it’s too, um, distracting for the drive?”
He ran his hands down my sides, paused at my hips, then traced a light circle around my exposed belly button. It tickled and I giggled, but stood in place, letting him enjoy my figure. Joel slowly slid his finger up my stomach, past my sternum and poked at the two buttons I’d done up. “So long as those very hard-working buttons hold, I’ll do my best to just focus on the road instead of your body and we should be fine.” Even though I was tingling from his soft, sensual touch, that was good enough for me, so we headed out and on the road for our third day, and our second as a couple.
I couldn’t help it, I was horny. Before lunchtime, we were on a very boring, straight stretch of road and we hadn’t seen another car for more than 45 minutes. To fight off the yawns, I started talking to Joel about last night’s sleep.
“Hey baby, last night, probably around 2 AM or so, did you know you were spooning me?”
“Sounds possible, but I don’t remember it. Why’s that?”
“Oh, it’s just that you had your hand on my…” I had never used this word in front of my son before, so I paused, gathering up courage. Isn’t that stupid? After all we’d done already, I still had to ready myself to talk dirty. “You were holding one of my tits in one hand, while your big cock was very hard and pressing through my undies and against my butt cheeks.” I could feel myself getting hot and tingly in the face as well as between my legs, and based on the way he was shifting in his seat, I thought I might’ve been having an impact on my darling baby son, too. “I just wanted to tell you that it felt so warm, and very very solid, and I started grinding my ass against it, hoping you’d wake up and fuck me as hard as you did earlier.”
“God, I wish I had been awake, Mum. And can I just say again how ridiculously sexy what you’re wearing is? You look like you’re about to spill out of it here, you fucking tease,” he said as he reached over with his left hand and started fondling my breasts, eyes still focused on the road. Showing very impressive dexterity, he moved my seatbelt out to the way and undid one of my two buttons with just the one hand, then he quickly began work on the other. Not wanting my son to have all the fun, I reached over and grabbed his very erect dick through his jeans, squeezing it while he squeezed my now-liberated breasts.
“Fuck it,” he groaned. With that, he slammed on the brakes and pulled the truck over to the shoulder of the road, parking it in neutral. He unbuckled his seatbelt and hopped out of the cab.
Joel practically sprinted around to my side of the truck, opened my door and helped me down and out of the cab. Hand-in-hand, we ran a few metres into the knee-high grass, my breasts bouncing freely as the sun shone down on us. I lay on my back in the dry grass while my sun unzipped his jeans and pulled them down to his ankles. I unbuttoned my skirt and slid it down past my knees and spread my legs for the boy I’d birthed and raised.
He knelt before me, dick in hand, and rubbed his cockhead against my moist labia, lubricating himself with my juices. I thought he was about to enter me, but then he started rubbing the head of his cock on my clitoris. Side-to-side, while staring into my eyes and rubbing my nipples with his free hand.
“Oooh baby, that feels so good.” My baby boy’s smooth head stimulating my most sensitive area while the hot sun beat down on my naked body, tanning me in places that had I never been tan. He leant down to suck my nipples while he kept rubbing my clit with his dick. Circling his tongue around one nipple, then the other, sucking and moaning contentedly while I ran my fingers through his hair. Steadily increasing the pace, he rubbed his cock faster and faster against my clit, and I welcomed the familiar feeling of pressure building in my crotch. Within moments, the pressure became too much, and I gasped and moaned while I rode my orgasm like a wave. My back arched and my eyes rolled back while my stomach spasmed and my toes curled, and I clenched my fists, grabbing a fistful of dirt in one hand and a fistful of Joel’s hair in the other while he sucked at my breasts.
I hadn’t even finished cumming when Joel thrust his cock into my eager, wet opening. Because I was still convulsing from my orgasm, I was tighter than he’d ever felt me before, and he moaned loudly as he slid his thick dick into my vagina.
“You’re so tight, Mum!” he cried as he started moving his hips back and forth, fucking me and prolonging my orgasm. Where previously he’d stared into my eyes as we had sex, this time he was focused on looking down at his cock as he fucked his mother in the hot, dry air.
“You feel so fucking big, my baby,” I informed him. I started thrusting my hips in time with his, crazy with desire as we fucked in the broad daylight, outside and completely exposed to the world. Goddamn, what a spiritual experience – making love in the grass while birds sang and flies buzzed around us, and wind occasionally rustled through the sparse trees surrounding the road. Joel now lifted his head and slid his tongue into my open mouth. I closed my lips around his tongue and sucked, inhaling deeply through my nose and enjoying the earthy musk of my son’s natural scent. I reached down with both hands and grabbed his tight, hard-working butt cheeks, digging my fingernails in slightly while feeling and guiding his thrusts down into myself.
A car drove past us, beeping its horn as the driver slowed down to check out the show we’d forgotten we were putting on for anybody who happened by. I chuckled, but Joel looked irritated. “Don’t worry about them, my darling, they just like what they see. Now ignore them and just keep on fucking your mother, baby.” His tongue went straight back into my mouth and he thrust harder and faster now, clearly motivated by my very incestuous dirty talk. I spanked his cheeks as a way of telling him to fuck me harder still. I clenched my pelvic wall muscles, tightening myself around his cock so I could feel every ridge and vein in my son’s impressive manhood. Thrusting as hard as he possibly could, he groaned constantly, squeezing my breasts just as he’d done our first night together.
“That’s it, honey; just like that. Such a good boy, you know just what Mum wants, don’t you?” Every single time I’d tried dirty talk before, I felt like such an idiot. But my son clearly fucking loved it, and like I’m sure I’ve said a dozen times by now, I loved knowing I could turn him on as much as I did. “I want you to cum inside me again, Joel; fill your mother up with your cum, my darling son.”
He kissed my neck and sucked at my earlobe while keeping the incredibly fast pace I’d set for him. “Keep talking, Mum, I’m getting close.”
“Ooh, good boy! Fuck Mum hard with your big, thick cock,” I moaned into his ear. “I want your cum deep inside me, baby boy, you beautiful motherfucker. Shoot it right up there, Joel. Such a good son. Mummy loves you so much.”
That just about did it. Seconds later, he was yelling out “I’m gonna fucking explode, Mum!”
“Good boy,” I cooed. “Cum for your mother, my darling baby boy.” And he certainly didn’t disappoint. He arched his back, shoving his dick as far inside me as he could. His stomach spasmed as he yelled into the wilderness. My muscles clenching tight around his cock, I felt ever spurt of cum rising from the base of my son’s manhood, then bursting out and into my insides. His orgasm lasted more than 30 seconds, and he must’ve shot at least eight or nine distinct loads of cum into my vagina. Not quite as much as our first night together, but noticeably more than the amount he’d shot onto my breasts last night. “That’s my boy,” I whispered as I kissed his neck.
As tempting as it was to just lie naked in the grass and see how quickly it’d take to get a sunburn, Joel was still technically working, and we still had a fair amount of ground to cover before we reached our last stop before Melbourne. Sure, less than five minutes had passed since we pulled over, but we were still on a deadline. He gave me a quick but passionate kiss on the lips and gathered up his clothes. I followed him, brushing the dirt and grass from my back and my butt cheeks. I knew before I even saw my shadow that my hair was a mess, but hey – that showed just how quick and dirty our little pitstop was. We both got dressed and returned to the idling truck.
He offered me some tissues for the cum that would inevitably leak out, but I declined. This will probably sound really kinky or even perverse, but I really enjoy the feeling of cum leaking out of me. It’s probably why I’d never had (or let) anyone cum on my breasts or face before Joel. So I let it all ooze out during the course of our drive. It really turned me on feeling all my son’s semen leaking out and staining my underwear and then my skirt. I don’t think he minded seeing it either, actually. Having had my fill for a little while, I decided to be kind to Joel and so I did up three of the buttons on my shirt this time. We chatted and rested our hands on each other’s legs as he drove.
I dozed off occasionally, and one time when I woke up, my son informed me that I looked “so damn cute” when I slept. “Not as cute as you did when you napped as a boy, my darling son,” I teased. He went very red at that, and I chose to make it worse by telling him, “And you’re looking very cute right now, blushing away.”
“Shut up, Mum,” he joked back. Just to make sure I knew he was joking, he kissed my hand. “I love you so much, beautiful.”
“And I love you too, my big handsome man.”
We arrived too late at the hotel to have another proper date, but we still enjoyed our dinner – takeaway fish and chips. That night, we got ready for bed as usual, with Joel already in bed when I emerged from the bathroom without my slip. “Ready for round two?” I enquired.
Joel answered by flicking the sheets off, revealing to me his naked – and very ready – body. I went to climb on top of him as usual, then thought of a better idea. Instead, I told him to roll on his side, and naturally he followed my instructions. I climbed onto the bed and lay beside my son with my head facing his cock and his head lined up with my womanhood.
“69? Fuck, you’re the best mum ever,” he informed me.
I held his hard dick with one hand and started the night’s activity by licking my son’s moist, purple head. Drawing circles with my tongue, his cock jumped involuntarily in delight. Not to be outdone by pleasurable tongue work, Joel followed suit and lifted my leg with his hand and held firmly onto my hip as he put his mouth to my clit. I was already feeling wet, but Joel’s tongue kicked me into overdrive. He licked up and down my opening before returning to my clit, which he licked with his expert precision. I opened my mouth and put his cock in my mouth. I let go of his shaft and moved my hand to his butt and massaged it. I bobbed my head up and down the length of his long, thick shaft, pressing my tongue against the head, and started moving my hips in rhythm to my head movements, encouraging his wonderful, wet tongue. He let go of my hip and slid his fingers inside me as he sped up his tongue licking my clit. In and out, side-to-side, his fingers fucked me and his tongue licked me. Up and down, I moved my head over his cock. I felt myself getting closer to cumming, so in the interest of his safety, I took my son’s cock out of my mouth and started licking the tip again, occasionally kissing it to rest my tongue. He slid another finger into my opening, now fingering me with three fingers. I tightened myself around his fingers and gyrated my hips against his frantic tongue.
“Make Mum cum, Joel,” I begged him. To this day, I don’t know whether he has an incest fetish (I’ve never dared ask him whether he’s attracted to Kirsty) or if he just loved having sex with a woman happens to be his mother. Either way, he loved when I referred to myself in the third person in my dirty talk. I didn’t mind it either, to be honest.
His tongue just about exhausted, his hands getting sore from squeezing into my tight hole, Joel must’ve felt just as relieved as I did when he finally got me over the edge after so much build up. The waves washed over me, and my vagina squeezed so tight I pushed Joel’s fingers out. I bucked and spasmed in his face, coating his stubble-beard with my lubricating juices. I squealed and moaned and gasped as I writhed on the bed next to my son; my lover.
Ignoring my body’s need for a slight recovery time, I pushed Joel onto his back and I repositioned myself on top of him. Staring into his eyes with my legs on either side of his beautiful young body, I guided his cock inside me. I slid down on his rock hard cock while he stared up at my body. My hands behind my head, I rocked my hips back and forth and began fucking my son. Riding his cock while he stared up at my jiggling breasts, I moaned his name. He just stared up at me, admiring every inch of my mature body, making me feel as beautiful and desirable as I had when I was his age. I couldn’t believe how long it had taken me to see just how many positives there were to giving in to his constant advances, and it was even more surprising just how quickly all my reservations had disappeared once we began our forbidden, incestuous affair.
Joel soon snapped out of his breast-induced hypnosis and reached up to squeeze my breasts. Once he had hold of me, he started thrusting his hips upwards, matching the rhythm of me riding his cock. I placed my hands on his and leaned forward, lifting my butt up and off his body, letting him pound into me. I turned my head so he could kiss my neck and earlobe, and my hair spilled down over his face. Undeterred, he left it there and moved his hands from my tits and held my butt as he drove his cock upwards into my vagina. I put my weight into my arms and drove my body down onto his cock in time with his upthrusts. Our bodies made wet smacking sounds that filled the room each time we collided.
Thank God he’d cum earlier that day; Joel lasted incredibly well that night. Holding onto my butt, he sat up in the bed and pushed me down onto my back. He was now kneeling on the bed while I was at an angle on my back. My legs were up in the air and my head was on the bed, looking up past my breasts and up to my vagina, where my body finished and my son’s began. Without missing a beat, he resumed fucking me, my breasts bouncing close to my face each time he thrust his massive tool deep inside me. He held my thighs for balance with one hand, and used the other to rub my clit. It was almost too much sensation to handle, but fuck, I was never going to ask him to stop. I played with my tits for his benefit, squeezing my breasts and pinching and pulling at my nipples.
“So fucking good, Mum,” he grunted at me. I had to agree; it was very good sex, just like every other time we’d done it so far. I put my arms out, and without a word, he knew exactly what to do. He pulled me up and now we were both sitting on the bed, face to face. I crossed my legs behind him and held his shoulders while he shifted his legs, making a kind of cradle for me to rock in. He wrapped his arms around me, rubbing his hands on my back as we stared lovingly into each other’s eyes.
I leaned in and kissed him, his stubble-beard still moist from my juices. Surprisingly, I didn’t mind the taste of my vagina in that context. Anyway, I used my tongue to open his mouth and bring his tongue out to play again. Our tongues danced closely between our locked-open mouths and we mutually fucked each other in the sitting position we’d just stumbled into. My hips rocking, feeling his cock sliding in and out of me, kissing my very sexually talented son, completely forgetting the world around us. I could certainly get used to that.
I completely lost track of how long we stayed in that very easy, very intimate position. By the time Joel broke our kiss to tell me he was getting ready to cum again, sweat covered both our bodies, and my hair felt like I’d just stepped out of a shower. I stared into his glistening eyes and ignored the sweat dripping down my armpits and forehead, and he ignored the drops trickling down his own face and body. In fact, the smell of my son’s sex-sweat just made me all the more eager for his cum.
“Gonna cum inside you, Mum,” he moaned.
“That’s it, baby, cum in your mother again,” I cooed, and already I could feel his cock starting to swell inside me. I leaned forward and resumed our kiss, and soon I could feel and hear him moaning as he started to climax again. Even though it’d only been a few hours, he came just as much as he had cum by the side of the road. I tightened my pelvic floor muscles again as I rode his squirting cock, milking all the cum out of it that I could.
Weak from his second huge orgasm that day, Joel collapsed backwards onto the bed. Feeling very much the same, I soon joined him. We lay side by side, exhausted and waiting for the sweat to dry from our naked bodies, but very much in love. I admitted to him just how turned on I got by the feeling of his cum leaking out of me, and he confessed that he loved knowing it was happening too. We said our now-frequent “I love you”s and drifted off to a well-earned sleep, neither of us wanting to think about the fact that in less than 18 hours I’d be at my husband’s hotel after a 5 hour drive.
The next morning’s drive was a quiet one; neither of us spoke very much at all. We were still very affectionate – holding hands and some light kissing, but nobody wanted to bring up the subject of what we’d do once Joel dropped me off. With less than an hour to go on the drive, I finally gathered enough courage and told Joel I didn’t want this to be the end of our relationship.
“Me either, Mum; it’s just that it’s going to be a lot different than the last couple of days have been. But I think we’re both willing to work at it, don’t you?”
“Absolutely, sweetheart. Nothing has to change except maybe the frequency, but I’m sure we’ll find ways to work around that too.”
Joel agreed, and we both relaxed a bit more, having had that briefest of chats about the future. Before I knew it, we were as close to the hotel as Joel could get me in his truck.
“I suppose I should say good luck, Mum?” he asked. “If Dad gets half of the love that I’ve gotten the last few days, he’s a very lucky man indeed.”
“Thank you, darling. And thank you for everything you’ve given me the last few days. Especially my confidence in my body and myself again. I’m so, so sorry it took me so long to see just how good it could be with you, baby,” I apologised. “Cheating on my husband and committing incest with you are the two best sins I think I’ve ever committed.”
“The feeling’s more than mutual, Mum.” Joel reassured. “Thank you for being a great mother all my life, and for making my greatest, dirtiest fantasies come true.” He kissed me on the mouth and before I left his cab he told me the address of his motel “just in case.” I thanked him again, gathered up my luggage, and made my way to the hotel.
I find room 464 and knocked. Mark was a good husband in that he always told me were he was staying, right down to the room number. While I waited, I did a last minute adjustment, straightening my dress and rearranging my boobs in my bra to look a little bit bigger, then ran my hand through my hair in lieu of a brush. Mark opened the door.
“Surprise!” I cried and put my arms out for a hug.
“I’ll say.” Mark hugged me back and invited me in. The door closed behind him, he asked “What’re you doing here, Marie?”
“Well, I thought you’ve been so stressed about work lately, you might enjoy a romantic surprise from your wife to help take your mind off everything. So I got a lift here with Joel and packed all manner of sexy outfits for you.”
“Marie…” his tone didn’t fill me with confidence. “We’ve discussed this a number of times.”
“I know, but-“
“I’m just not interested in sex anymore. I don’t know how many times I’ve had to tell you that.”
“Maybe I was in denial? I don’t know, Mark, it just doesn’t seem like you. What happened to the sexy, horny man I married all those years ago? Don’t you like my body? I’ve worked so hard to get myself nice and slim again for you.” Not willing to concede defeat, I stepped closer to my husband and started to rub his cock through his suit trousers. It was still soft, but that didn’t stop me trying. “Doesn’t this guy miss me? Lord knows I miss him, honey.”
He let me continue for a few seconds before he removed my hand from his pants. “You’re still as beautiful as the day I married you, but I’m so sorry to say that I just don’t want to have sex with you anymore. And I should stress it’s not just you. I can’t ever imagine wanting to have sex with anybody again. I’m so sorry, Marie, I do still love you. I know you’ve travelled a long way to be here, so I want to make sure you don’t feel like I want to get rid of you, so you’re most welcome to stay here till my conference is over.”
He clearly did feel bad, but it wasn’t enough. I said that wasn’t necessary, and that I needed time to think. Alone. I picked up my suitcase and left, telling Mark that I’d see him at home at some point.
I was just about to leave the hotel and take a cab straight to the airport, but something stopped me. I asked the girl at the desk where their toilet was.
“They’re for guests only, ma’am.” She was a pretty girl, but her attitude definitely could do with some work.
“I know. My husband’s staying in room 464; Mark Jones, he’s here for that conference. Check if you want.”
Of course she checked. “That’s fine.” She then directed me to the bathrooms. I grudgingly thanked her and followed her directions.
I brought my luggage with me and got changed in the very cramped cubicle. I changed my bra and underwear to an almost-transparent matching bra and g-string set I’d bought for our last anniversary (as you can guess, they didn’t get used that night). They were red, a little lacy, and the bra was a full-fledged push-up bra, so I could barely see my feet when I looked down. Of the two sexier dresses I’d packed, I chose my old favourite – a black, very fitted cocktail dress. It had thin shoulder straps, and the skirt ended about halfway down my thighs. I had some trouble doing up the zipper by myself, but as the old saying goes, where there’s a will there’s a way, and once it was done up, it fit like a glove. It accentuated all my curves, and even gave my butt a bit more shape than normal. I didn’t stop there, however. I put on a pair of my silver strappy high-heeled sandals. It had been quite some time since I’d worn heels, so my first steps out of the cubicle were very shaky indeed. But, just like giving head, soon enough the motions all came back to me, and by the time I reached the sink, I was a natural heeled walker again.
I’ve never worn a huge amount of makeup apart from lipstick, but I figured I’d make the effort just this once. I put on my favourite shade of lipstick – a glossy dark red – then applied some black eyeliner and mascara. A dramatic look for me, but definitely in the “classic sexy” style I was aiming for. I finished up with some light powder foundation and left the bathroom.
Amused by the girl at the desk’s exaggerated double-take, I walked very confidently out of the lobby and out onto the street where I had to wait a few minutes for a taxi. I tried to ignore all the men staring at me as I waited. At least I was achieving my desired reaction, I guess. Eventually, a taxi arrived and I told the driver my destination.
I arrived at Joel’s motel and when I paid the driver his fare, he saw my wedding ring. “Your husband’s a lucky man, I gotta say.” God, that’s all I needed – a sleazy comment from a cab driver.
“Thanks. Pity he doesn’t realise it, though. I can get my stuff fine by myself. Have a good day.” I closed the door and took the luggage out of the boot.
Opening the screen door and stepping into the motel reception, I asked the woman at the desk where Joel Jones was staying.
“Jones? Ah, he hasn’t checked in yet, sorry darl.”
“Ah, right.” It had been just over half an hour since he dropped me off at Mark’s hotel, so he was probably still making his delivery and picking up his next job. “Can I check in instead, then? Joel’s my son.”
“No worries. Just fill out this form and I’ll get you a key.” Funny how the staff at cheaper places are always much nicer than the fancy places, isn’t it? She handed me the paperwork and afterwards led me to the room.
I turned on the TV and waited for my son. Not wanting to have a nap and ruin my makeup or hair, I pulled out my yoga mat and did some relaxing poses instead. I’d been so focused on the pleasure of the last few days that I’d completely neglected my exercises. The yoga and TV helped pass the hour before Joel arrived. He’d collected his key from reception, so he knew to expect me. I got up from my mat and sat on the bed before he opened the door.
“Mum? Everything okay?” He locked the door behind him.
“Not exactly, baby.” I told him everything that happened between Mark and me. I wish I could say I held back the tears that started forming, but I’m not as strong as I’d like to be. So much for not ruining my makeup.
He wiped my tears away and offered me a tissue. “You know none of that is your fault, right, Mum?”
Wiping away the tears and trying to stifle my occasional sob, I nodded. “That doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.”
“Look, Mum, just try to ignore the fact that Dad is obviously fucking retarded or something. I just hope it isn’t genetic. I know you probably feel like this was a wasted trip now, but I really hope you can see there was one positive to the drive down here.”
“As bad as the last two hours have been, all I could think about that whole time was how lucky I am to have a wonderful, loving, beautiful and caring son who I can come running to,” I confessed. “Discovering these feelings for you has been one of the most wonderful experiences of my life, Joel.”
He smiled, then took me by the hands and stood up. “Now stand up while I look at that amazing dress you’ve got on, sexy.”
I obliged him, telling him just how many people I saw checking me out in the short time I was waiting for a cab. He whistled when I stood up, and I felt his eyes running up and down my body, admiring me in a way that I now knew my husband never would again. “That good, huh?” I asked while blushing.
“And the makeup, and the heels, wow. You’re easily the most beautiful woman in the world.” He stepped close to me and placed his hands on my hips. “I fucking love you, Mum, inside and out.”
He kissed me with such passion, I stumbled backwards until my back was against the wall. I held him in my arms and let him suck my tongue while I felt his cock growing hard and starting to press into my stomach. He ran his hands down from my hips to the hem of my dress. I spread my legs slightly apart for him as he reached up and pulled down my g-string, letting it drop to my feet. He immediately dropped to his knees and bunched my dress up, pushing it up to my navel. I leaned against the wall for support while my son started licking me again. Up and down my outer labia, getting me used to the feel of his tongue and his stubble again, then focusing all his attention on my clit while he reached for my hands with his. We held hands while he pleasured me with his tongue just the way he knew I liked it: side-to-side, focusing on nothing but my clitoris. Either he was getting better, or I was really damn horny, but either way, I came in less than a minute. Of course, this orgasm was just as wonderful as every other orgasm my son had given me. I squeezed his hands hard enough to hurt him while riding the pleasure waves that he caused to radiate out from between my legs, twitching as the orgasmic spasms ran their course throughout my body.
“Fuck me, Joel. Mum needs you,” I pleaded. “I need you now, baby boy.” As Joel stood up, I turned around and faced the wall, and unzipped my dress. He slid it down my body just enough to show my bra, then pulled his pants down. He held my left hip in his hand and held his cock in his right hand while lining himself up with my wet, eager opening. We moaned in unison as, for the fifth time in four days, he slid his cock inside me. “You feel so good inside me, baby,” I moaned. “You know I like feeling my son’s big hard cock in me, don’t you?”
“Fuck yes, you do, Mum,” my son grunted as he started thrusting into me, grabbing at my breasts over my bra. “And your son loves the way you feel – your damn tight pussy, squeezing my cock…” I’ve never been a fan of the word “pussy”, but I moaned with agreement at his sentiment.
“I love how you fuck and cum in the same hole that you came from, darling,” I told him breathlessly, leaning against the wall for support while I pushed my lower half back towards his thrusting cock. We stayed in that position, panting and groaning without a thought about the outside world, for about five minutes before I could tell Joel was getting close to orgasm. Thinking it’d be selfish to make him cum inside me again, and considering I’d been rather lazy on the oral sex front, I told Joel to get on the bed.
He did as I asked, groaning as he withdrew from me, then he lay on his back in the middle of the bed. I followed him and lay between his legs, still wearing my high heels, my bra and with my dress compressed down to more of a tube top. I grabbed his cock and started stroking it, enjoying just how slippery and slimy it felt from the combination of his juices and my own.
“Tell me where you want to cum, my darling,” I instructed. “Inside me? On my face? In my mouth? On my tits?”
“Oh God, in your mouth, Mum,” he begged. “I wanna watch you swallow my cum, baby.” It was strange hearing my son call me “baby”, but I liked it. Made me feel young again.
I smiled up at him as I took his cock in my mouth. He shifted up onto his elbows so he could watch properly. I licked the tip of his cock in my closed mouth while steadily jacking his shaft up and down in my hand. I could taste the combination of his precum and my own vaginal juices, and I greedily swallowed it, completely in love with the sweet but salty taboo taste we created together. Stealing the idea from him, I reached to hold his hand with my left hand while I worked at getting him closer and closer to shooting his cum into my mouth.
“I love you so much, Mum,” he groaned. “I don’t wanna be with anyone else but you. You’re the only woman for me.” I wished I could reply, but I didn’t want to keep him from cumin any more than I already had. Still, hearing his romantic words made me work even harder, jerking his cock while licking and sucking his tasty, salty purple cockhead. I watched as his balls retracted, drawing up towards his body. I knew it was close; soon my beautiful boy would be shooting his cum into my mouth, and I’d be properly swallowing cum for the first time. I stopped licking and just focused on bobbing my head up and down on his cock, moaning with encouragement as I listened to his breathing grow shallow and felt his thigh muscles tighten with anticipation. He groaned loudly as the first load of cum made its way up from his balls, up his shaft and from the tip and into my mouth.
With meticulous care, I ensured my lips formed a tight seal around his pulsating manhood, savoring the sensation as his release erupted into my welcoming mouth with a force that made my cheeks concave. The initial burst of his salty, pungent emission struck the roof of my mouth, igniting a carnal symphony of flavors that coated my tongue in an almost-entire mouthful of his potent essence.
Hard on the heels of the first, the second wave of his pleasure match the intensity of the first, if not surpassing it, as his cock continued to piston in and out of my mouth with an urgency that belied the sheer volume of his release. I knew I had to act swiftly to avoid an overflow, and so, with the reverence of a connoisseur, I swallowed the first two loads, marveling at the bitter tang that lingered on my palate.
As I reveled in the aftertaste, the third, fourth, and fifth salvos of his climax drenched my mouth, each one more copious than the last. I swallowed each offering with unabashed delight, continuing to stroke and suck at his still-quivering member.
His cock spasmed and twitched a total of eight or nine times before the flow of his release ceased, and I made sure to savour every single drop that filled my mouth, draining him of every last ounce of his virility. Though I could not say with certainty which of those four days’ orgasms ranked as his most intense, I knew in my heart that this particular episode would certainly be among the top three.
Once he’d finished cumming, I still hadn’t had enough of his cock. I licked all around his shaft, cleaning all our juices off it. That done, I kissed my way back up his torso, sucking at both his nipples on my way up to lay beside my very satisfied son.
“I’m sorry I didn’t reply earlier, baby, but my mouth was otherwise occupied,” I joked. I rubbed his chest as I looked into his lovely eyes. “After today, I’m also convinced that you’re the one for me too, Joel. I don’t want to be with any other man but you. Who knows, maybe the only reason I married your dad was so that I could give birth to my perfect match.”
“Let’s just stay together like this,” he said. “Don’t go back home, just stay with me while I work for a while.”
How could I say no? I had no job, nothing waiting for me back home except an empty house and, in a couple of days, a husband who had no interest in me whatsoever. “And we can go on more real, romantic dates. And we can travel as husband and wife if we wanted.”
“So long as I get to call you Mum behind closed doors.” Maybe he did have an incest fetish. But who am I to judge? I was starting to realise I had it too.
“Or in the grass by the side of the road,” I teased.
That pretty much decided it. For the next two weeks, I travelled with my son around the country, living like a true couple. We laughed at the people who gave us strange looks when we introduced ourselves as husband and wife. But when it comes to our life back home, Joel and I decided to keep our relationship a dirty little secret… for the time being, anyway.