Son's incestuous relationship with mother flourishes. Mike reveals his secret in a voyeuristic episode. Gobs of sticky come everywhere, and inside mother. Oh, my!
Author's note -- portions of this story contain scenes of homosexual activity. All participants in this story are of legal age. If you missed parts one and two of this story, check 'em out.
A portion of this story previously published as "Morning Incest with Mom."
Since I wanted to save my come for the next sexual encounter, whether it be with Mike or my mother, I didn't follow my usual habit of masturbating before falling asleep that evening. As a result, I tossed and turned through an erection-plagued quasi-sleep, dreaming of Mom's sweet tits, her snug pussy and, of course, that prize-winning smile. In my dreams, she gazed down upon me benevolently as I nursed her swollen breasts. I rubbed impatiently against her neatly-trimmed brown bush as she gripped my cock and guided it home, accommodating my needs, allowing me inside her body.
Mike had his part, too, as our naked bodies writhed against soft blankets in his bedroom. We made out like the horny teenagers we were, French-kissing with wet, noisy abandon. I sucked his tits, blew his cock and humped against his ass, and he did the same to me until we both erupted in copious, sticky orgasm.
As I drifted in and out of that hallucinogenic plane between wakefulness and sleep, cocooned in blankets, I heard the bed creak, and felt it shifting with new weight. Was this yet another dream? I sensed a body spooning against mine. Breasts pressed against my bare back, and a hand rested on the elastic band of my shorts.
Had Mom reconsidered her previous edict, rescinding her rule of us abstaining from sex during the week? I didn't care how real it was. I was more than willing to go along with it. I shifted, turning to face the unexpected guest. My hands reached out to touch warm, smooth skin. At that moment, I realized I was awake, and this was no dream. My mother had come to me, and she was totally nude!
"Shhh..." Mom hushed me before I could speak. She moved closer, offering her swollen breast, with its red, pointed tip, for me to nurse.
"Here, my love. Take it."
Without hesitation, I drew as much of her tit into my wet, warm mouth as I could. Her turgid nipple rubbed against my tongue and the roof of my mouth as I sucked on it powerfully.
A gentle sigh of approval sounded in my ears. Her hand rested on the top of my head, delicate fingers gently rubbing against my scalp, running through my hair, pressing my face more firmly against the fleshy object of my attention.
"That's it, baby," she purred. "Take all of it."
For an eternity, I suckled her beautiful breast, inhaling the familiar scent of her body, not ceasing until she shifted, removing the breast from my mouth.
"Now the other one," she instructed, offering another flushed, glossy areola with its thick nipple at the ready.
Lost in pleasure and contentment, I drew on the fresh, stiff nipple with a vigor surpassing that of any newborn. As my body stretched out across the bed, I grasped her hips, positioning my naked body against hers. The scent of Mom's perfume, blended with the natural, sweet musk of a woman's body, filled my nostrils.
"Such a good boy." Her hands clasped around my back. Then she uttered the magic words.
"You have permission to fuck me."
I didn't need any more coercing. In one motion, my body rolled on top of hers. As I continued suckling her generous breast, my body came to rest between a pair of full, silky thighs. Supported by her lovely body, our hips pressed against each other firmly. As in my dreams, my erection nestled in a forest of thick, springy fur.
Mom wrapped her fingers around my cock and rubbed it against her wetness. I felt her erect clit poking out and heard the same words from the previous weekend, when we first became lovers.
"That's it, son. Now push."
I obeyed, pushing firmly into her wetness, becoming engulfed in her silky grip. A gasp escaped from her lips, then a soft murmur.
"That's it, baby. Now fuck me," she cooed. Her hands clasped around my hips, gently lifting my body up and forward against her.
"Ahhh," my mouth quavered, releasing her breast. Goddamn, it felt so good! Instinctively, my hips began to undulate against hers. Filled with surprise, lust, and a full load, I had to pound against her, to piston my hard cock into her body. A low grunt came from her open mouth.
"Oh, yes, baby, that's it," she panted. "Yesss!"
Her voice trailed off as she raised her lovely ass to meet my increasingly urgent thrusts. I couldn't believe my incredible luck. Apparently Mom needed it as much as I did.
My face pressed into the smoothness between her breasts as I wrapped my arms around her full, soft body. Soon, I acquired a comfortable rhythm. My entire scrotum became slick with her juices, aching with pressure as my balls gently slapped against her ass. My beautiful mother softly spoke.
"Baby," she started, lifting her breast slightly, "could you suck me some more?" She gently brushed my hair with the other hand. I eagerly obeyed, raising my head to take her nipple in my hungry mouth. A long, heavy sigh escaped her lips.
Soon, and not unexpectedly, I noticed an increasingly urgent sensation in my loins. The pleasure in my cock intensified, becoming more focused in the shaft. Her body also began moving more, undulating against mine with a steadily increasing rhythm. Her breaths turned into sharp pants.
Suddenly, the pleasurable sensation became almost unbearable, but I couldn't stop. I couldn't let this incredibly mind-blowing experience slip away. Wildly pounding against her yielding body, I had to have more. I lifted my mouth from her breast and looked at her face. As our eyes locked, I yelped out a name for my mother I hadn't used in years.
"Mama!" I was a child again, crying for her love and approval.
A spasm gripped my loins, milking them of whatever substance they contained. My body jumped, as if administered a shock. Throwing my head back, I clenched my teeth and growled, jerking spasmodically from pleasure beyond my youthful comprehension.
Watching her son orgasming against her body, my mother cooed her approval.
"Yes, my love," she whispered repeatedly, "Come for Mama. Come for Mama like a good boy. Give me your seed."
Gasping and whimpering, I bucked against my mother, riding the crest of the orgasm down, but it wasn't over yet. Just as the first wave passed, another wave of pleasure surged and crashed through my loins. I felt as if an invisible foot were firmly pressing down on the small of my back, forcing my body against my mother's. I had lost control of my hips as they acted on their own, violently slamming against her. Mouth agape and grunting loudly, I drained myself into my mother's hungry, gripping pussy.
As my cock wriggled in the stew of come and juices we created, my mother continued undulating. Her breasts jiggled with each thrust from underneath and her panting turned into low grunts.
"Oh, oh, yes, sweetheart," she moaned, her voice quivering. "My baby's going to make me come, too. That's it, baby, keep fucking Mama. Make me come, too, sweetheart, make me..."
She never finished her sentence. Suddenly, she jumped, as if someone had jabbed her, powerfully thrusting her hips against mine.
"Oh, yes, oh, yesss," she hissed, hugging me tightly, almost squeezing the breath out of my naked, young body. Baring her clenched, white teeth like an animal, she let out a deep growl.
"Aaaaghhh," she shuddered, bucking and writhing underneath me, never loosening her tight hold around my waist. I held on, closing my eyes, savoring the sensation of my mother's pussy gripping and releasing my cock, milking it, sending more pleasure through my body and re-stoking the fire.
