Situation Update:
In July 2000, my parents restructured our family's successful businesses. Harrison Doyle enterprises became Harrison Doyle Holdings, the holding company for our four core groups: Trading, Warehousing, Transportation and International.
The main assets being the impressive distribution of warehouses throughout all states and territories of Australia, and the strong transportation fleets that moving all the varieties of goods around the vast country efficiently. The total net asset worth was well over five hundred million dollars by then.
Despite my relatively young age, I had proven my capability to be appointed the Group Manager of Harrison Doyle International. The group invested in similar overseas companies with strategic importance, responsible for our overseas contracts, among many others.
Publicly, my parents were highly respected throughout Australia with impeccable reputation. Steve and Nicole Harrison had been the 'ideal' couple in every way. He was very good at making money, influential. She was a great family woman, devoted to her husband and their four children.
Privately, my mother and I had been sharing a secret since that fateful Friday, July 12
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1997. That day we began our incestuous sexual relationship. We ensured the affair was our most guarded secret. We never denied the fact that both of us were sexual monsters, with unquenchably strong sexual appetite.
I saw the happiest mum whenever we had our rendezvous. My youthful vigour rejuvenated her. Well-endowed cock enslaved her with explosive orgasms. Her unique deep throating skill and ability to control her vagina muscle captivated me.
A mother and her only son became lovers, sinfully indulged in sexual fulfilment under the pretences of business trips and 'opportunistic' home visits when our partners were away.
There were minor hesitations on my part just before and after my wedding in November 1999, but passions consumed us. Mum refused to allow our incestuous sexual fire to be extinguished...
Episode One: Our Secret Affair Continued
Our most memory fuck often occurred in far away hotel rooms when two of us were away on business trips. On Wednesday October 24
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2001, my mother made another business trip with me, to Auckland, New Zealand.
After the short flight across the Tasman Sea, as usual we checked into separate rooms, even though only one was needed for our anticipated sexual pursuits.
With so much money spent on cosmetic surgery, breast lifting, personal trainers and health food, mum looked ten years younger in her thirties rather than forties. In fact the porter mistook us as brother and sister. That thrilled mum and tipped him generously.
She had stunning physical attributes, golden blond hair and big blue eyes, tall with fair complexion. She possessed a pair of shapely legs. Added those two heart-stopping dimples whenever she smile, she was still attractively desirable.
Standing there in front of the mirror, tossing her shoulder-length hair from side to side, seductively pushed at her firm breasts. She asked in her low sexy voice, "Darling, do you think my breasts need another lift?"
"Mum, I don't think there's another woman, who has a 27 years old son, yet has such..." I cupped her titillating breasts firmly from behind. "...firm 35D breasts."
"Thank you, John. I'm flattered." She pulled my hands away from her breasts.
"We have important business lunch in one hour. You don't want me to smell like an animal on heat, do you?"
'Animal on heat' was her favourite term, appropriately so! She rearranged her designer outfit, feeling satisfied with herself.
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After nearly six hours, the business deal was finalised exactly the way I wanted it to. As our hotel was not too far away, we decided to walk. Along the way, mum was unusually subdued, seemed upset at something.
"Did you notice that Karen? She was acting like an animal on heat."
Trying to mimic Karen's voice and action, "John, do you want some more wine?" She brushed her breast against my arm.
I stopped, looking at her candidly, "Mum, are you jealous? As my mother, you should be proud that one such pretty chick is sexually attracted to me."
"Why should I get jealous? That's for your wife Rosalind, not me." Mum quickened her steps, blushing. For the next few hundred metres to the hotel, she remained quiet again, avoiding my glances.
The moment I locked the hotel door, my mother acted exactly the way she accused Karen of: an animal on heat. She unzipped, pulled down my pant and underwear in seconds. Kneeling in front of me, she engulfed my limp cock completely in her mouth.
That action never failed to fire me up. As my cock rapidly stiffened, she slowly allowed it to slip out between her lips, just like a magician retrieving a sword from her mouth!
Expertly, she pumped the semi-rigid cock in and out, deep throating me every few strokes. She pushed it as far down her throat as possible, then pulling it out with gasps. I had to stand very still lest I could in danger of choking her. From experience, it was the quickest way to get me physically ready to fuck her.
She gave me a naughty smile before lying on the lush carpeted floor, pulling her panty off. "Fuck me" she commanded, spreading her legs invitingly wider. Her hands were wildly kneading at her breasts.
She pushed her pelvis lustfully upward to meet me. "Mmm, it's good."
"Yes, my son, give it to me hard." She tightened her pussy muscle when my cock had half penetrated her, giving me the feel of a young pussy.
"Mum, you are so fucking tight." She was delighted.
In situation like this, mum loved me to fuck her with powerful thrust, and full penetrative strokes. She loved to feel my long thick cock forcefully fucking her, hard and fast...
It did not take very long for the tension that had built within her to be released, explosively. Body quivered. Legs and arms wrapped tightly around my body, strangled me tighter and tighter...
With whatever movement possible, I continued the thrusting. My orgasm followed not long after.
"Ohh, my son..."
Her body trembled again as she felt the force of my ejaculation. It took her a long, long time to release her vice-like grip. I saw a pair of moist eyes staring at me.
"Son, you'll always love your mum, won't you?"
I brushed the hair from her face. "Of course, I always love you. What make you think otherwise?"