Tammi laid there, letting his hands explore her and feel her. She panted. As long as she let him touch her, as long as she didn't encourage him, she thought, the guilt was bearable. She wanted to feel loved but the guilt made her want to feel used, or taken.
It is against my will, she convinced herself, even though the motion of his tongue against her nipple was sending waves of lust throughout her. She tried to hold her body still, but her hips swayed slightly, rubbing her moist thighs together, pushing her on. Keeping her excited.
She felt him shifting, pulling his body closer and closer until he was over her, pinning her down to the bed. His cock throbbing between her breasts. What was he doing? She looked away as she felt her breasts squeezed together around him, the heat of his loins melting into her chest. He started thrusting.
She felt a sob welling in her throat as she looked at the picture of she and her husband on the night stand. It felt like his eyes were watching them. Watching her and passing judgment. She wanted to scream out to stop but she couldn't. Even as she felt less loved and more lusted upon, each thrust of his cock between her breasts both humiliating her and sending her to the edge of despair.
Mark let his thrusts subside. His cock now firm and solid to the touch he looked at his mother. Her head turned away. Was she not enjoying herself this time? He wondered? He had come to grips with any guilt right away. He wanted his mother. He had always wanted her. Whatever guilt he should have felt was buried to deep to be evident. All he could think about was her. How she felt in his hands. How she smelled. How she held him. How warm and inviting her body felt.
He slid his legs up higher and reached down and gently propped her head on pillows. He closed his eyes. He could feel her breath hot on his cock. Why wasn't she pulling him in? He couldn't take it. The wait eating at him. He pressed himself against her lips.
Tears started to well in Tammi's eyes. She could feel him at her lips. His heat, his smell, his salty sweetness surrounding her face. She couldn't do this her brain screamed as the lump in her throat grew. She couldn't let this go on. Again she tried to speak and opened her mouth slightly.
Mark felt the opening. It felt so good. Her lips parting for him. He pressed himself inside. He nearly came immediately, barely holding back. Her tongue sliding against him as if she was talking, her throat deeply groaning. She was so experienced, he thought. She felt so good. He started involuntarily thrusting into her, his hands grabbing her head and holding it against him.
Tammi tried to push him, but his grip was too strong. She felt disgusted, her son filling her mouth with his manhood. As long as he was touching her breasts, her skin it was almost okay, but now the guilt had won. She was no longer excited in the moment. She tried to talk, tried to do anything to let him know she was not okay but every move only made him push her harder. She writhed to get free but she couldn't. She was helpless against his strength.
Finally a brief sense of relief came over her as he slowly pulled himself from her mouth. She thought about touching him, making him come, ending her misery. Would that be the solution? She reached for him but he was sliding away, his weight heavier and heavier on top of her.
He was going to take her. She could feel it in his wanton shaft trembling against her skin. The pangs of disgust welled deep inside of her stomach. She had to stop him but she couldn't speak. She reached her hands between her legs and defensively covered herself.
Maybe it was because we were in the dark, Mark thought, she was acting so different today, so passive. He looked at her. The way she held her hands not wanting him to see her was only making him want her more. Did she want him a different way? Should he turn her over so she didn't have to watch. He looked into her eyes and smiled. How he desired to please her. He reached his hands to her hips and rolled her over, barely noticing her futile resistance. He wanted her too bad to notice.
His body shuddered and jerked as he looked down on his mother's spread round ass. He smelled her sex. It was intoxicating. He couldn't wait any longer, his desire to explode was to strong. He pressed towards her, searching for her opening. Her moist heat against him, driving him mad with desire.
"Please," Tammi sobbed, "please Mark."
She tried to protest but she felt him searching harder and harder until he found her love and pressed deep into it. She let out loud moan. He was so large she felt torn apart. His thrusts ripping deep into of her, sending shivers into her abdomen and beyond. Horror filled her as she felt her body moistening. Why was she getting wet? She wanted it all to end. She started sobbing.
His hand pressed hard against her back, his legs widening her more and more, allowing him to get deeper into the womb he came from. She couldn't breathe, her head pressed tight against the pillows. All she could hear was his panting, getting louder and louder, filling her mind.
Mark pushed his body down on her, the feeling her cheeks pressed wide against his hips filling his head with mad lust. He pushed his hands under her, holding her breasts. He felter her squirm against him, her movements tightening him, exciting him. He pressed on, deeper and deeper, her body writhing more and more with each thrust.
His body stiffened and he felt his lust welling up inside of him. He squeezed her breasts tighter, savoring them, sending his jerking cock in with a forceful thrust. He let go.
Tammi felt the first thrust of his warm seed inside of her and started to scream but could only muster a loud groan. She tried again. What was he doing? She wasn't protected, she had no reason to be. She tried to push him from inside of her, but he only pressed harder. She felt his juice oozing deep. farther and farther into her. Her body shook miserably in fear. What had they done? What had he done?
Mark felt her beneath him, her body quivering with excitement. He pressed harder into her, his wetness slipping around his cock, making him slide in and out with ease. How he wanted to please her, give her the same release she had given him. He kept pressing his cock deep inside, his own excitement abating he was lost in hers. His hands pressing against her breasts, feeling her. He finally thrust himself down on her, exhausted.
They laid like that, his softening cock slipping out of his mother's moist warmth into the fold between her legs. He let his grip on her breasts soften, but he couldn't move. He didn't want to. He wanted to stay with her like this. To feel her beneath him, supporting him.
Tammi shuddered. It was over. It was finally over. She sighed in relief, her body finally relaxing.
They would have to talk, she thought, this certainly was a horrible thing they did. A horrible thing he did, she thought. A horrible thing that he did.
She felt his warm juices inside of her, slowly coating her completely with his seed. Her stomach tightened. Why had he done that? Doesn't he use protection with other girls? Is everyone on birth control? She gulped.
Neither of them had noticed Mindy silently peeking past the door jam into the bedroom, holding her mother's bra and shirt. She was just watching them, smiling, her hands drifting lazily across her body.
She tiptoed away to her bedroom. She was going to need new panties.
