The beefy, young 20-year-old Gregory sprung up out of bed covered in a diluted glaze of perspiration. He lied in his Mother's king sized bed, thoroughly naked from their previous night's intense and vigorously loving copulation. Capturing his breath, Gregory glanced around the room to see where his Mother was.
"It was a dream." he told himself as he jumped out of the bed, running into the hallway.
Looking in the bathroom, he found no sign of his dear Mother. Downstairs held no more evidence as to her whereabouts. His search was becoming frantic. Had the past week all been a delusional fantasy? Had it all been for nothing?
He bolted out the back door to the pool, and still came up empty handed. No hints... nothing. He then rushed back inside, putting on the first piece of his clothing he could find... his tank top, and work out shorts. Hustling out to his car, he jumped in and sped away towards his Mother's office in nearby Century City. The entire jaunt there was manic and despondent. He had to disprove the ticking fear that his mother was in no way his own lover now. It couldn't be... it just simply had to be a trick of the mind.
Making his way through the majestic high-rise, Gregory bolted through her office doors to find her homely secretary there.
"Hi, Greg! Looking for your Mom?" the secretary guilelessly, asked.
"If she only knew." thought Gregory as he nodded yes, continuing on through the foyer to her plush office.
There she stood, beside the window looking out over Century City. She was dressed in her exquisite suit, grasping all the beautiful curvature Gregory had previously worshiped the night before. She turned to meet her child, glowing with a radiant smile of poise and kindness. The vivid sunlight from the window behind her gave his 39-year-old mother, Annette, a brilliancy her son had never seen before. An inner peace... and seeing her son bestowed her with unmistakable need she hadn't felt in years. Her arms graciously opened, accepting her son's thirst for her affection. Her romantic smile blossomed into a truly unremitting kiss between the lovers... all doubt vanished at this point as Gregory's brave hands crept around his Mother's salacious backside, clutching her fleshy ass with demanding awe. God, she looked so beautiful... so desirable.
"This is my mother. I'm kissing my own mother." thought Gregory as he swallowed her torrid saliva.
Between the wet slurps of their famished kisses, Gregory tried to verbalize his fearful thoughts.
"Oh Mother..., God I thought I lost you." he gurgled as he lovingly chewed her lower lip.
She met his lustful gnawing with an abundant kiss, slipping her dripping tongue inside his starved mouth. Her fingers cradled his trembling face, like a slow tarantula crawling along its prey. Gradually lapping his tongue with hers... tracing his teeth with painstaking precision and decorum. Gregory's fingers delved into his mother's bronze ass flesh, signifying his undeniable willingness. Her son's entire body then shuddered in an intense jolt. The awe of their union having arrested the 21-year olds mans mind.
"You have me for as long as you wish." she purred, suckling his tongue between her sodden lips.
Gregory halted; stepping back as his mother's flushed face was perplexed. He gently held his lover's exquisite face, making sure their eyes would not lose it's powerful union. She saw solemnity come over him... one she had grown to admire and adore as a woman.
"I'll never let you go." he whispered.
"You're the most precious woman in my life, Mother." he spoke with the deepest of convictions.
She was flabbergasted to be her child's show of authentic confidence and utmost self-assurance. Tears began stinging her eyes as her forefinger lifted up to trace his masculine jaw line. The emotions were too much for the couple as Gregory soon surrendered himself to the sentimental moment.
"God, Mother. You're all I ever hoped to have." he managed to speak through the tears he shed.
The two teary-eyed lovers held one another for what seemed like an eternity. Basking in the presence of one another comforted by the closeness of their flesh. No words could translate this compelling moment. The two truly began to realize that this was something far more sexual or of the flesh... this was a union to last a lifetime, and beyond.
Gregory tediously reached for the buttons on his Mother's fashionable suit jacket, unbuttoning them with a true lover's finesse. Glancing down, he beheld the two ample breasts swarming beneath her sophisticated attire. Annette knew what was inevitable... a drawn-out sigh bellowed from her heaving chest as her eyelids fluttered from the thrill of the forbidden affair. She then realized she should have her secretary hold her calls.
"Hold on, love." Annette huffed as she leaned over to her desk.
"Dorothy, please hold my calls." she chanted as her son's hands instinctively found their way to her waist, and motherly hips.
"Mr. Taylor has a 10:30 with you though." Dorothy replied through the speakerphone.
"Just..." Annette replied, overwrought with the heat and awe of her incestuous love affair with her child.
"Just tell him I'll..." Annette tried to speak as she felt her skirt being tugged down her broad, bountiful hips.
Gregory was a man determined to have his Mother in most lewd and primal manner known to all. His eyes filled themselves with the glorious vision of his mother's stooped over back across her desk. His actions were swift, and needy. Seeing her bronze tinted flesh along with that sexy groove that slithered down her spine drove her child wild with fervor. Gregory tucked each side of her skimpy thong under his fingers, violently ripping them off the ripe ass he just had to have. With her thong completely lost, Gregory placed his appreciative, sweaty palms on both of his mother's vacillating spheres, leaning in for the looming feast that he knew would be the most exquisite, and quite savory feast of his entire life.
