Drifting from a deep, satisfying sleep, Donna stretched luxuriantly beneath the warm hotel blankets, her long legs reached for the foot of the bed, her arms stretched over her head. As her body awoke, her mind trailed, coming awake in jolts of emotion.
She felt the crusty remnants of dried cum tugging on her pubic hair, even as her labia slid creamily against each other with the still slippery remnants of the same fluid. As she groaned quietly, she felt the hand on her stomach, and that awakened her to the leg thrown over her own. There was a moment of puzzlement, then the first dawning of realization. The hand on her tummy, the leg over hers, the sticky semi-hard cock against her thigh, the cum splashed on her and inside her sacred hole; they all belonged to the same man, her son.
The remembrances slipping into her consciousness were not dreams. They were as real as her son's sperm swimming inside her. The love she had shared the last night had been no dream. She had stroked her son's cock to awaken him, had allowed him to peel her panties off, giving him access to his mother's pussy. He had sucked her hard nipples and licked between her thighs, between her lips, and she had felt first his tongue, and then his hard cock penetrate deep inside her.
She had shared the sacred emotion of orgasm with her only son, and had allowed him to inseminate her with his thick cream. It had all happened, it was all real, though it was almost unbelievable to her.
Donna lay silently now, not moving, and became aware of the breathing of the other couple in the room. Cindy and Greg still slept. Another mother who had spread her legs for her loving son, who had ridden his giant cock to orgasm. Another son who had enjoyed the forbidden fruits of his mother's vagina.
It was almost too much for her to wrap her mind around. How could she have gone from an average 40-year-old mother, driving her son to college, to his lover in the course of a day? To a mother who had made passionate physical love to her son in front of two other people?
As she lay there, her hand absently drifted down her taut body, pausing to caress the larger hand laying there, then farther down to investigate the evidence of her sin. She could feel the dried cum on her skin first, below her navel, then the crustiness of her bush. A long finger found the bump of her clit, and delved between her lips, still swollen from the attention they'd received. The finger was instantly coated with the slippery mix of juices, her own lubrication and her son's ejaculate.
"Oh my god," she thought. "There's so much!" Her fingers slid in deeper, opening a channel, allowing for the cream to slide from her, down between her cheeks, over her little brown hole, dripping onto the already damp sheets.
Guiltily, she brought the hand up from beneath the covers. The smell struck her quickly. Cum. The earthy scent of a man's cum. But there was more, her own salty smell. Old memories of sucking a cock freshy removed from inside her were brought to mind.
She remembered the first time, long ago, when she'd tasted herself on her finger, when she'd discovered masturbation. But she really relished the memory of sucking, for the first time, a cock that had been in her pussy.
She remembered it clearly. She had returned from the beach one afternoon to find her uncle asleep on the couch. He must have been having an enjoyable dream, his cock was so hard that it protruded from the waistband of his shorts.
Donna had begun to touch herself, slipping her hand inside her bikini bottoms, stroking her slit, when his eyes had opened. Opened and instantly widened.
As she approached him, he seemed paralyzed by shock, as though he wasn't sure if he was dreaming.
She had walked over and squeezed onto the couch next to him. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips and, before he could find his voice to protest, drooled onto her fingertip and began to trace it around the protruding head of his cock. He grasped her wrist, but she was ready with the other hand and lowered the waistband of his shorts to reveal his hard-on.
"Mmm, is this for me, Uncle Davey?" she asked in a little-girl mew, then began to stroke his cock, reaching deeper into his shorts and releasing the engorged shaft. He had reached for her then and, holding her by the hips, maneuvered her over top of him, allowing her to slip the bikini aside and align his cock with her slit.
It hadn't lasted long, both of them were hyper excited, and she came quickly, shuddering with orgasm, and collapsing onto her uncle's chest. As she kissed him, he approached his own climax, and pushed her away, down his body, until her lips found his cock. The smell of her pussy on him was unmistakable, mixed with the salty musk of her uncle. She relished licking the forbidden cock which had just left her body.
Almost as soon as she had sucked it deep into her mouth, he had exploded, filling her throat with hot cum. She held it there as he spurted more into her.
Feeling the pulses weaken, she'd pulled off with a pop, gasping for a breath. Looking down, Donna had admired the shining shaft, smeared with their juices
She had lavished the still oozing head with her lips and tongue, smearing it beneath her nose, dizzy with the rush of arousal it brought, still tasting her own juices from the hard shaft.
Was this so different? Of course it was! This cum, which she now sucked from her fingertip, was her son's. She had milked it from him with her own pulsing cunt, with no regard for societal norms or their reputations. She had used him for her own desperate needs, but she realized that his had been just as desperate.
Not only that, he had used her scent while fantasizing about her for a long while, judging from the evidence deposited in her used panties over the years.
So the radio show had just given them the push they needed.
All of this sounded logical in a way but, for god's sake, it was so totally taboo! Donna's emotions wrestled back and forth with the implications and dangers of their situation, but gradually a slight movement stole her attention from the moral aspect of lying in bed next to her naked son. His cock began to thicken against her thigh.
That small change in his physiology stole all of her attention. Next, she became very aware of his fingertips beginning to stroke her tummy. He rolled just a bit, putting more weight on her thigh, and the growth of his cock accelerated. Donna thrilled to feel the fat muscle lengthen and thicken against her.
Brad hummed against her neck as he snuggled closer to his mom. The sheet slipped beneath her left breast, and she felt strangely exposed. Her son could see her naked nipple! The smell of her perfume had him completely erect against her thigh now, and she could feel his breath on her exposed nub. Slowly it hardened in response.
In pure reflex, she rolled gently towards him, just enough. His lips brushed lightly against her nipple now, and she gasped in pleasure. The instinct to suck his mommy's nipple into his mouth was undeniable, and his tongue caressed it from beneath as it swelled between his lips.
