This is something new for me. First, it's a story of incest, so if that's not your thing, I get it. Second, I wrote it from the moms perspective. I don't know if it works or not. All comments are welcome. Any mistakes in tone shift, spelling, etc, are all mine. I'm not a professional, but my head is full of fantasies and this gives me a chance to share them.
Thank you
Veronica wakes up at 4. Same as every day. She goes to the bathroom, leaving the lights off so as not to wake her sleeping husband, goes to the bathroom, and then gets dressed in her running clothes, which she laid out the night before. Again, so she wouldn't disturb her husband. She pulls her long black hair up into a ponytail, checks herself one last time in the mirror, and then shuts off the light and heads downstairs to have coffee and snack, and then run.
It's a tad chilly this morning, so she's wearing a t shirt over her sports bra, though normally she would not. She has on her usual skin-tight compression shorts, which she knows make her ass look amazing. Her reasoning is that she's 46 and worked very hard for her body, so why not show it off? She pays no mind to the fact that she wears such revealing clothes around her 18 year old son. If she's honest with herself, though, she does like the silent attention he gives her with his eyes. She can't pretend that she doesn't notice it. He's not always very subtle. Especially when she wears dresses, or skirts and button-up tops. He always compliments her, and she always catches him checking out her legs and heels when he thinks she isn't looking.
Victoria finishes her run and hops in the shower. She shaves, although she knows her husband won't care. Hair or no hair, he never comments on her body anymore. She just likes the way it looks bare, and she really loves the way it feels. She finishes up her shower and stands in her walk-in closet. She picks out a dark gray pencil skirt, a dark green button-down blouse, and dark green heels. She puts on a black bra and g string and then decides to put on some nude colored thigh highs. She loves the way they feel, and it's been a while since she's worn them. She studies herself in the mirror. She may be 46, but she knows she looks good. She's in fantastic shape from running. Long legs, despite only being 5'4" Her 34D breasts are full, and hang perfectly on her chest, no sag at all. She runs her fingers through her long black hair and then applies her lipstick. Once last check, and she heads downstairs.
Veronica stands at the counter, packing her lunch for the day when she wears Ben's footsteps as he enters the kitchen.
"Good morning, sweetheart." She says without turning around.
Ben doesn't respond, but she can hear him crossing the floor. She then feels his hands on her hips. It strikes her as odd, but she can't deny the jolt of electricity that shoots through her. Suddenly, his body is pressed against hers, pinning her against the counter as his hands move to her belly. She can feel his cock between her ass cheeks. His size surprises her. He feels huge. She stiffens as he presses his cock harder against her ass.
"What are you doing?" She asks, her voice barely above a whisper. She knows she needs to stop this, whatever it is, but she can't deny it feels good.
His hands slide up to her breasts, cupping them over top of her shirt, and then squeezing them hard as he grinds against her ass. She bites her lip to stop from crying out. The pain and pleasure rushed through her body. She can feel herself getting wet, and she chastises herself for it. This can't be happening. This is her son!
"Ben!! Stop it!! What are you doing?" She pushes back against him, trying to force him off of her, but he's too strong. He's 6'1" and 185 pounds of pure muscle. All her pushing does is encourage him to grind against her harder.
"I said stop, damnit!" She calls out again. In response, she feels her blouse being ripped open, the buttons clattering across the floor. "What the fuck??" She screams as he pulls the cups of her bra down, his hands manhandling her breasts, squeezing, twisting, pinching her nipples, making them hard.
"Please, Ben! Stop. Don't do this!" She feels him pulling her skirt up her legs next. Over her ass and hips. "No. Please." She whimpers. His powerful hand rips the expensive g string right off her body. She's now exposed to him, and she's terrified and turned on at the same time. She wants him. Wants his large cock inside her.
"Ben, please. Don't do this. It's wrong. I'm your mother!" His hands hold her ass cheeks apart and she can feel the tip of his cock rubbing against her slit. She's soaking wet, and she knows he will have no problem sinking into her. She pushes back against him and his huge thick cock sinks deep into her pussy.
"Oh my god." She bites her lip and grabs the edge of the counter. "Damn you, Ben." She says it with a mix of anger and desire. He's penetrating his own mother. Grunting as he starts to fuck her. Veronica pushes back harder now, encouraging him to fuck her She grabs his hand. Putting it on her breast, guiding his hand to squeeze her tit as he uses her pussy.
The fucking intensifies now. His hips pounding against her ass with every thrust. His cock is massive and he's stretching her to her limit. She can feel her orgasm building and she reaches between her legs, her fingers swirling around her clit as he moves his hand from her breast and grabs her long hair, pulling her head back. Veronica loves how he's using her. She hates it and loves it at the same time. How does he know her so well?
"Fuck me! Faster!! Faster, Ben!" She's lost all will to protest now, she just needs to cum.
Her orgasm hits hard, and her legs shake as she cries out. Pushing back against him as the waves sweep over her body. Then she feels it. His release. Her son is releasing inside her, and it makes her cry out again as another orgasm hits her body. He grunts loudly as he slams into her, his seed flooding her pussy, painting her insides. As he finishes, he pulls out, fixes his jeans, and then leaves the kitchen without a word.
Veronica is left standing there, her son's seed dripping down her thighs. What have they done? They've committed the ultimate sin. But yet, it was the best sex she's ever had. The way he took her, owned her, used her. She sighs and picks up the torn g string. Throwing it in the trash, she heads upstairs to clean up and get a new shirt and panties.
Veronica arrives at the local high school where she is the head principal. As she walks through the parking lot, she sees Ben leaning against his car, talking to his friends. He looks her way and nods, smiling. She can feel the heat rise in her face, and she waves back, praying to God that his friends don't know what happened this morning. He wouldn't possibly be that irresponsible, would he? No. She has to trust him to keep quiet. Surely, he's smart enough to know that it would ruin her life. Not just the incest, but the fact he is one of her students. It would be the end of her. No, he knows better than that.
She continues walking, and she can feel the eyes of Ben and his friends on her. She's accepted that has an attractive woman working around horny teenage boys. They are going to stare. She's been doing this so long that she's learned to ignore it, but now, after this morning, she can feel their eyes on her, and she likes it. She craves it. She thinks about what would happen if one of Ben's friends had done to her what Ben did. She brushes a hair behind her ear. It would have been rape. That's what it would have been.
Did Ben rape her? She did tell him to stop several times but eventually gave into him. No. It wasn't rape. He never once got forceful with her. The ripping of her clothes was part of the seduction, that's all. She loved it, actually. Having her clothes torn in passion.
She takes a breath and walks into the school and nearly collides with Scott, the physics teacher. He's 35, incredibly attractive, and Veronica nearly had an affair with him. Shared a hot kiss with him one time a few years ago, but quickly cut it off. No matter how poorly her husband treated her, she couldn't bring herself to cheat. But she did this morning.
"Hello, Veronica. How are you this morning?" He asks. To his credit, he's never brought up the kiss, never once tried to engage in that way with her.
