"We were each other's comfort then. But there was more, wasn't there?'
"No. I don't know. Tommy, please..."
I moved closer, trapping her against the sink. Her butt was against me. I reached around her as I had then -- one arm across her breasts, the other below them.
"It was like this, mum. Remember?"
"Tommy, please don't."
Slowly, but deliberately, I placed my hands over mum's breasts. I leaned forwards and kissed her neck. She stiffened and repeated: "Tommy, please don't." But she made no effort to break my embrace, so I went for it.
"Do you understand Mrs Philpott and Billy now, mum?"
"It's wrong, son."
She still stood with her hands on the sink, not exactly 'letting' me caress her breasts and kiss her neck, but not doing anything to stop me either. I pressed forwards with my hips. My emerging erection was obvious enough through my shorts and it nestled between her butt cheeks. Her thin cotton dress could not have disguised its presence.
"Tommy. Tommy, we can't. We shouldn't. I'm your mother."
Despite her words, her body betrayed her. A firm press backwards from her hips was all I needed to embolden me to cross the next barrier. "Tell me to stop and I will."
I gulped at my own audacity. She'd been telling me to stop for some minutes now, if she repeated just once more it was over. My heart thumped wildly in my chest at what might come next. Agonising seconds passed, but she said nothing.
I reached behind her and raised the hem of her dress. She pushed back at me, sensibly making room beside the sink where I'd trapped her and bent over slightly. I bunched her dress up and flipped it onto her back. Now her panties and thighs were right there, and I needed badly to touch her. Shaking, I put my hand between her legs and cupped her pussy. It was warm, moist even. I was sweating, and my cock was achingly hard in my shorts. I hurried to unbuckle them and release my hardon from its confinement. I almost swooned when I saw mum reach back and slip her panties backwards over her butt and wriggle them to the floor.
My mind was hyper-alert and fuzzy at the same time. Mum's pussy was there, her thighs were open, I had my cock in my hand. Mum's backside was pale and smooth. Her pussy looked a little shiny, pink. I was lost in erotic confusion, but my instincts knew what to do. I pressed forwards, mum adjusted her hips to get the angle, and it was done. My cock was buried inside my mother's pussy, all the way, and I was in heaven.
Now that I was inside her tenderest secret place, my desperation gave way to the desire to experience these minutes to the fullest. Mum pressed gently back at me, and I met her pressure. After a minute or so, she pulled her dress forwards and over her head and got rid of her bra, and I resumed fondling her breasts, each a little more than a handful, with pointy nipples tickling the palms of my hands. I watched in amazement as my cock slid up to my stomach inside her and came out shining with her womanly essence. She was moaning softly, more like forced breathing than a groan, and a new desire came over me. I wanted to see her orgasm.
I think I surprised her when my cock popped out of her, to be replaced two seconds later with my tongue. I'd dropped to my knees behind her and put my face where my stomach had just been.
Mum shuddered: "Oh god, Tommy. Shit. Oh my god..."
Her pale thighs rippled at the touch of my tongue inside her secret parts. I used my hands to part her cheeks and get right in there, so that my nose was right in her butt unavoidably sniffing in the salt-sweat of her arse just as my mouth drank in the salt-honeyed juice of her pussy.
I kept this up for maybe two minutes until her legs began to jerk involuntarily. I figured my desire to make her cum was working out, but still I didn't expect it when it burst over her. I could barely keep my mouth on her pussy as she wriggled and jerked against my face, soaking it with fresh juices as she spasmed out a climax that lasted maybe five seconds. I was inexperienced and didn't know what to do, so I just kept licking up the juice.
Mum reached one hand behind herself and held my head still. She was trembling slightly, I didn't know it but her afterglow was not subsiding, but was building to another orgasm straight after the first.
This time she vocalised it. "MMMNNNNGAH. Ah AHH, fuck. Oh shit. Oh shit. AAhh, Tom-my!"
I felt proud of myself. I'd seduced her and driven her wild. But my newfound superstud image was soon to evaporate. Even as I began to mentally plan some sort of sexual marathon, mum turned and pulled me to my feet, dropping to her knees in front of me, and before I'd had time to assimilate what was happening I was already grunting towards cumming in my mother's mouth.
And it was a charged, frantic, desperate ejaculation. I was vaguely aware of her tongue under my shaft and the warm wetness of her mouth, and a gentle squeezing on my balls that must have been one of her hands, but it was all lost in fog as my balls exploded into her mouth, five, six, seven spurts, until I was drained, panting and sweating, chest thumping, dry in my mouth from the sheer electricity of what had just happened between us. Us. Me... and my mother.
The afterglow was short and sweet. My body was satisfied, but my mind went into overdrive. Incest. We'd just committed incest. I needed it, mum certainly seemed to want it. But what the fuck now? She was naked, I was standing in my shorts with my t-shirt still on. How do you look at each other, as mother and son, right after becoming incestuous lovers?
"Oh god. Mum. What did I just do?"
Mum stood, looked into my eyes, and seeing the confusion in me, she smiled and said, "Why Thomas Matthews. I do believe you just fucked your own mother. It's OK, baby. I understand Mrs Philpott now."
