1.
Donna Jarvis and her horny sexy stud of a son Joe had spent just about the best day yet since becoming incestuous lovers five years earlier. Their special relationship plus the sex had always been sensational but that wet Sunday it had seemed even more stupendous than ever.
In the morning, Donna had watched Joe playing football and had been delighted and proud that he had scored the winning goal five minutes before the end, not to mention the thrill she had had watching her son's magnificent buttocks working their way round the pitch in a tightly accentuating pair of skimpy silky-blue shorts that matched his shirt. Donna knew nothing about the game itself but of one thing she was sure, it was a bloody sexy game since Joe, who always looked fabulous in sports kit (as he did in anything else though these days they spent more time together naked), had been surrounded by lots of other hunky young men who either were aware, or blithely oblivious, to the effect their physical attributes were having on her.
Unlike Joe, of course, who after five years as his own mother's lover, was now used to Donna's ass fetish and only too aware that the sight of his firm footballing shorts-clad bum was giving her so much excitement. Notwithstanding the other gorgeous players, Joe's bum was and is the best, of course, since Donna was, after all, his mother and therefore really only had eyes for him but she had to admit that some of his fellow footballers were darned fucking good-looking and sexy.
Then, when Donna and Joe had got home, just as the first of a miserable November rain was starting to fall, they had got down to business immediately, no messing about, it was straight in,lock the doors and then strip off and get on with it. Joe loved licking his mother's pussy and had treated it to another one of his fabulous tongue lashings while Donna had returned the compliment with the latest of her hot motherly blowjobs, working Joe up into such a frenzy that he had been unable to hold back and had shot a quality load of his rich hot sperm all over Donna's face.
Donna loved being facialised and had been transplanted to a higher level as she'd felt the hot jets of her son's copious spunk raining down over her nose, mouth and chin before starting to dribble down her neck and onto her tits. It wasn't the first time she'd been plastered by her son's outpourings and it wouldn't be the last; however, it may have been just her fancy, but Joe had seemed to produce more than ever from the depths of his pendulous balls, enough the best professional male porn actors green with envy.
"Oh, so much again, my love," Donna had said, as Joe looked down at his mother's sperm-strewn face, proud to have once again given her such a big load. Donna's face and tits were covered in so much of her son's jizz that she looked and felt a complete and utter mess, having once again thoroughly enjoyed being spunked over.
"Don't wash it off yet, mom," Joe had said, "you look great."
"I feel great," Donna had replied as she licked her lips, "it's the perfect way for a horny son to show his love for his slut of a mother."
"You said it, mom," Joe had laughed. "We're both a couple of fucking sluts and don't it feel fab? Who cares if we're perverts, it beats being fucking normal and boring."
"You can say that again," said Donna who, since succumbing to Joe's seduction, was now completely embroiled in a world of hot forbidden sex and now could not envisage ever changing the way things were now. She and Joe didn't just love each other in the usual mother and son way but as lovers too and what society's take on incest was, was of no interest to them whatsoever. They were consenting adults and that, to them, was all that mattered.
Donna and Joe's appetite for sex was insatiable, they couldn't get enough and would probably suck and fuck all week if Joe hadn't had to go into the city every weekday where he was now a fully-fledged accountant, having passed his exams a year earlier, something else Donna was inordinately proud of. She had once thought he would make a fabulous professional porn actor, not to mention a professional footballer, but Joe seemed happy enough as an accountant and as he often said to his mother, why would would he want to do porn, having sex with other people just for the sake of satisfying the voyeurs of this world, when all his sexual needs were taken care of by Donna, the only person in his life he loved and cared about?
Joe had fucked his mother in both her ass and cunt later that afternoon and had cum his second load of the day in the latter while Donna had enjoyed an almost simultaneous string of orgasms. They had been so overwhelmed by their love of hardcore taboo sex that they hadn't noticed that, outside, night had fallen and that they had been fucking in the dark for an hour or more.
"Oh dear," Donna had said, when they were coming down from the dizzy heights of their respective orgasms, "I think we ought to throw a little light on the subject, don't you?"
Joe had found his way in the dark to the other side of the room and, finding the light switch, turned it on. The lounge was momentarily flooded in a lake of bright light that made their eyes blink before he quickly turned the switch until it was casting a dim sensuous glow over the naked and spent mother and son bodies.
"That better, mom?" Joe said, coming back to the sofa and kissing Donna on the lips.
"Lovely, sweetheart. Listen to that rain!"
The rain had been falling almost non-stop now for several hours, helping to make the room cosier as they wrapped themselves into each other's arms to sleep off the first round of the afternoon's sex. It was still falling when they woke up an hour or so later, both of them now feeling extremely hungry ...
2.
Donna went into the kitchen to rustle up something for them to eat and, when it was ready, they sat naked round the dining room table as, ever since their first day as lovers five years earlier, they had lived as nudists even when not engaged in carnal activity. It felt absolutely wonderful and extremely liberating to spend all their time together in true naturist style without the encumbrance of clothes and with no feelings of shame nor guilt, as indeed they had no such feelings whenever they made love.
