Jason helped his mother clear up after dinner. As she carried the plates, Jason could not help himself as he watched her walking towards the kitchen. She looked like the woman in his dreams. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Conflicting thoughts run through his mind as he saw the woman in his mother, the raven hair falling softly on her shoulders, her still slim waistline, the matured body accentuated by the soft satin blouse that she was wearing.
At that moment, Jenny turned around. Their eyes met and froze.
"What is it, Jason?" her voice almost a whisper. Her heart was beating unsteadily.
"It's nothing mom." Jason replied. "I'm going to shower," he said and almost bolted out of the kitchen.
Jenny just watched him as he left. Her knees were almost weak. Did she see something in his eyes, the longing and yearning of a man? She felt shaken. He is Jason, my son.
As Jason stripped himself to shower, he saw that his penis had gone so hard. He knew what was in his mind. Jason was no innocent child. He had his share of flings with girls at his college. He could not stop himself as he held the turgid gland and masturbated. He came almost immediately, calling out silently, "mom, oh mom" as the imagined vision of his naked mother played on his thoughts, making his sperm spurt out onto the floor of the bath tub. He was horrified by the incestuous vision that clouded his mind.
In her room, Jenny undressed to change into her night gown. As she looked into the mirror, she could see the nipples of her full breasts getting puffy and hard. Sub consciously she touched them with her thumbs and she gasped as they grew harder. "God, what's happening to her," she wondered in shock. She had never touched herself like that before. She could feel her vagina getting moist. "God, he's my son," she whimpered to herself. Jenny quickly put on her night gown and crept into her bed. She tried to banish those thoughts out of her mind but the tingling sensations just would not go away.
The stillness of the autumn night and the loneliness of the room made her get up and open her door. With her heart pounding rapidly, she walked softly into the living room.
In the faint light, they saw each other.
Jason was sitting on the sofa.
"Mom," he called out, with a catch in his voice, and he stood up. He had sat there for almost an hour, trying to come to terms with the wild and sinful thoughts and actions that had transpired earlier. Now she was standing like a goddess in front of him.
He rose to his fee and walked towards her.
As they stood at arm's length, both were in awe of one another and not knowing what to expect. Jason could see his mother's lips quavering. He reached out and she came to him. He clasped her tenderly in his arms. No words were spoken. They just held on to each other, her head against his chest and his resting softly against her the top of her head, his lips against her hair.
As though in a dream, she felt him lifting her up like a child, cradling her in his arms. She did not stop him as he carried her to his room. At the door, he looked at her face and saw the tears. He kissed the tears off her cheeks. He walked to his bed and gently placed her on it.
In the subdued light of the table lamp, her eyes watched him. Jason opened his night robe and let it drop onto the floor. Her son stood naked before his mother. She saw his masculine body, not with ugly muscles, but trim and firm. Her eyes took in his hardened phallus, and his balls. She stifled a whimpered gasp as he knelt up beside her and unbuttoned her night dress. She could feel his trembling hands. Lifting her up by the shoulders, he took the dress off. Then he lifted her buttocks to pull down her pajamas bottom.
Mother and son were nude on his bed.
The cold autumn night made her nipples hard. She imagined that they were standing elongated like succulent offerings to her son. She saw him gazing at her flesh and his eyes looked downwards to her crotch, were her pubic hair curled inwards to cover her secret opening. Jenny lay traumatized, unable to move her limbs. She had never felt this way before, not even with Frank.
They could hear each other breathing deeply as he climbed across her stomach, his body resting on his knees on both side of her, still not touching her. Then his hands reached out, entwining her palms and lifting them and pressing them to the back of the head. His mouth descended onto hers, kissing her lips tenderly and sucking on her mouth. They tasted each other's passion as his tongue seeks hers. They sucked and their saliva mixed as he grew more demanding as they deep kissed. Their mouth would not leave each other as his pre cum seeped out and dripped onto the flesh of her stomach.
Finally, unable to sustain their passionate kiss and gasping for breath, they separated. Their eyes locked as they looked longingly at each other. He moved his knees further up across her breasts. Releasing her hands, he pulled a pillow and rested her head on it. Holding his penis in his right hand, he moved it to her lips. Tenderly, he brushed the tip along her lips, wetting her with his pre cum. She felt the sticky liquid coating her lips like lipstick. She did not open her mouth and he did not insist. He bent down again to kiss her, tasting his own secretion.
Then he turned around, facing her crotch. Pulling her knees up towards his chest, his mouth seeks her opening. The odor of her vaginal secretions intoxicated him. As his mouth descended and clamped onto her vagina lips, she cried out and clamped her thighs, trapping his head between them. Jason lips formed a suction action as he sucked his mother's vaginal opening. Drunk with desire, he wanted to suck his mother's cum into his mouth, to taste and swallow from her fountain of love. His tongue snaked out and penetrated her vagina. As he tongue fucked her, Jenny's love juices began flowing and he took the flow into his mouth. His tongue was deep inside her when he felt his mother taking hold of his penis and inserting it into her mouth. They sucked each other with a fervor which shook their bodies. He felt her stiffened as she went into a shivering orgasm. Simultaneously, he could control himself to hold back as his sperm started ejaculating into her mouth. Holding onto each other tightly, they came long and in continuous spurts. Even in his moment of ejaculation, he did not press his penis into her throat, so as not to hurt her in any way. He could feel himself emptying into her just as she was wetting his face. As their orgasms petered out, her thighs unclamped the grip she had on him. He continued to lick her clean, almost unwilling to leave her swollen and reddened vagina lips and as his tongue brushed against her clitoris, Jenny's hips jerked erratically. After he felt her limp form slumped deep into the mattress, Jason lifted himself off her body to sit beside her. He looked at her face and saw that her mouth was opened, breathing in heaves. He knew that he had spent gobs of cum into her mouth and yet the only evidence of his cum was the thin coating on her lips and the whitish foam-like gummy substance at the corners of her mouth. Jenny had swallowed almost all her son's sperm into her belly.
Sated, Jenny closed her eyes in utter exhaustion. Jason got off the bed and headed for the toilet. He came back with a wet hand towel. Gently, he wiped his cum off his mother's face. He also cleaned off her vaginal offerings between her thighs. By the time he finished, Jenny had drifted off into a deep slumber.
Jason took the thick blanket and covered his mother's nude form. He kissed her cheeks, closed the lights and went under the blanket. They both slept his arms around her protectively. The time was almost 10pm. They had been making love for over two hours.
Around midnight, Jenny stirred and her eyes flew open. What a dream she had, she thought. In the darkness, she felt something on her body. It was an arm holding her. The memory of what happened began to flow in her mind. She wanted to scream but held back. As the fog cleared, she realized that it was not a dream. They had indeed taken full liberties of each other's body. She could hear him gently breathing, as he slept. The bed felt different. Now, fully awake, she realized that she was in his room. Quietly, Jenny got up from the bed and walked out, still naked, to her own room.
Once inside the sanctuary of her room, she locked the door and slumped to the floor, tears falling down her cheeks. She cried in despair at the ultimate sin that they had committed. She felt cold and saw that she was naked. Forcing herself off the floor, she staggered into the bathroom. Switching on the light, she saw her reflection in the full length mirror. The image that looked back at her was of someone who had been truly and completely fucked in the mouth and had her vagina sucked. The utter shame made her burst out in tears again. God, she had committed incest with her own son. She could still taste his sperm in her mouth. Only once in her married life did she allow her husband to cum in her mouth, and she had gagged and vomited. Frank had begged her to do it on their wedding night. She was naïve then and she hated it. But tonight, she had taken Jason's so willingly, without him asking her to. And she had swallowed whatever he spurted into her mouth. Unconsciously, her right palm touched her tummy, knowing that her son's thick baby making sperm was inside her stomach. She tried to comprehend how it came to this, but her mind was in complete turmoil. She looked down and saw that her pubic hair was clean but still caked with remnants of her discharge. The faint memory of Jason cleaning her there came rushing back. She felt exhausted and forced herself to take a quick shower. Then she remembered her night gown, still in Jason's room. She could not make herself go back to retrieve it. Putting on a fresh one, she climbed onto her bed and crawled in. The images of Jason flashed in the mind as she drifted off into a deep slumber.
DAY 2
