Forever Incest: A Mom's Story

"Such a tight pussy."

"It's been so long it's almost virginal," I pointed out after two years of neglect.

As he pounded my pussy, he said, "Well, time to make up for lost time."

A couple dozen more strokes and I requested, wanting a position I had always loved, "Please roll me onto my side, I need to feel you pounding me from behind."

"Anything you want," he said, letting go off my ankles while he assisted me rolling onto my side before he laid down behind me in a spoon.

I could feel his body warmth against me and his dick poking at my anal entrance as I pointed out, "Wrong hole."

"Sorry," he said, moving his dick lower until he found the excessive wetness he had stimulated.

"We can save that for another time," I purred as he reached around and cupped my left breast, thinking I hadn't been ass-fucked in way more than two years and wondered if I was getting ahead of myself.

"We can?" he asked with surprise, as his dick slid back inside me.

"Yeah, there was a time long ago when dinosaurs ruled the earth I could take a dick in my ass," I said playfully, curious what his fat dick would do to my almost virginal back door. "Although never one as fat as your cock."

"Like I said," he responded, as he resumed fucking me again and I used my pussy muscles to really tighten around his fat shaft, "anything for you."

"I'll be keeping you to that," I moaned, orgasm two rising and the idea of being sodomized by my son suddenly very exciting. "Now give it to me hard. Fuck me. Fuck Mommy."

As he squeezed my left tit, he began fucking me hard, his body slamming into mine. Instantly, the burning in my loins became a forest fire of lust. In just a couple of minutes of hard fucking I knew I was going to come soon. Like it used to in the heat of the moment, my tongue got nasty as I moaned wildly, "Oh yes, baby, give it to me," and "Harder, give it to me harder," and "Don't stop," and "Oh yes, fuck me with that big mother-fucking fat cock," and then finally, "Oh yes, you motherfucker, you're making Mommy come!" before I erupted and came hard... trembling against my son's body as my orgasm reached apocalyptic bliss.

Thankfully, he kept fucking me throughout my orgasm even as I mumbled, "Don't stop, don't stop," as the raw rapture pulsated through me.

A good couple of minutes later, my orgasm finally dissipating, I ordered, "Lie down on your back."

"Okay," he said, his hard dick slipping out of me, glistening with my come. I resisted the temptation to taste myself off his dick... another idea was stronger in my mind.

I got to my feet and straddled his hips, imagining my juices might drip onto his cock. Knowing he was gazing at me almost hypnotically I made a production of releasing the suspender clasps from the tops of my stockings and pulling my nightie up over my head and tossing it aside.

The stockings had elastic at their tops so they could stay up on their own and now I ran my thumbs under the edge of each as if I was going to roll them down.

"On or off?" I teased, already knowing the answer.

"You should always have nylons on," he said, staring at them while his hands began stroking my ankles and the tops of my feet. "In fact," he added, "since you've declared yourself to be my obedient Mommy-pet, I order you to wear only lingerie when we're at home."

"Your own private Victoria's Secret model?" I teased him, although the idea of being made to always dress like a whore in a brothel made my pussy drip on his hard cock even more.

"Maybe more Frederick's of Hollywood," he said with a leer. "But nude except for stockings like you are now is your baseline."

"I can make that happen," I purred, feeling the sweat on my body from the marathon fucking.

As he ogled my body standing over him like a living Venus de Milo, he complimented, "You have a perfect body, Mom."

"As do you, my magnificent stud. So, will you be joining me in constant nudity, or will you also start wearing men's lingerie - maybe leather?"

He gave me a stern look and said, "Perhaps I should always remain fully clothed so that you never forget your place." My knees almost buckled at the overwhelmingly erotic humiliation such a scenario would create.

Then he cocked his head to the side and seemed to consider. "If I were to grant you a queen's privilege, how would you like your new lover to dress?" Oh, my son was going to be a much better master, lover, and partner than his father could ever be if he was already so adroitly mixing and matching my conflicting needs to be both respected and controlled.

"Your Sub would love to be as naked as a pet at her clothed owner's side, but your Queen's request would be for you to always be nude so that I could always see and touch my beautiful lover-son," I said, honestly open to whichever choice my owner made.

"Yes, I like the idea of there being nothing to keep us apart," he said. "From now on my slut will be naked, or mostly naked for me, and I will be naked for my queen."

I squatted to reach his camera, then stood again and held it by its strap so he could grab it. "Now, please take more pictures as I bring our bodies together again," I requested. "Unless..."

"Unless?" he asked.

"Unless your fancy camera has a video option, then I think this next little bit might be best seen in motion."

I saw him fiddle with some controls, then the lens was pointing straight at my nasty, incestuous cunt, just where my son's attention should be.

"Here I come," I said before slowly squatting down, aiming my gaping gash at the thick rod he held straight up with one hand, while he captured my descent with the camera in his other. If only his asshole father knew what our sweet Jeremy was doing with his fancy gift.

"Fuck, yeah," I heard him moan just as I felt my swollen labia begin enveloping his equally swollen cock head. I could just imagine how hot the image of him splitting me open was going to look and after lowering myself all the way down on his big dick, I began slowly bouncing up and down on it... thinking it would close out the video segment perfectly.

"This dick is the perfect size," I moaned after a few minutes of slow riding and hearing the clicks that said he'd switched back to camera mode.

"Everything about you is perfect," he sweetly said.

"These tits are perfect?" I asked, playfully cupping them while still bouncing on his cock.

"Your tits are perfect."

"My legs are perfect?" I questioned.

"Your legs and feet and soles are pure heaven," he said.

"In nylons," I playfully added.

"The nylons make you a goddess," he flattered.

"Mmmmmmm," I smiled, leaning forward so my perfect breasts would bounce against his handsome face every time I bounced on his perfect dick. "I want you to come inside me," I implored.

"Okay," he moaned, as I really rode his dick, and then, knowing he was getting close by his sounds and facial expression, I used my gift of pussy tightening to really milk his cock. As anticipated, he moaned, "Oh God, that feels so good."

"Come in Mommy, son," I sexily demanded, as he put the camera down. I looked into his eyes, "I want to feel your big load explode inside me."

"I'm going to come soon," he warned, clearly so close.

"Fill Mommy up, baby," I whispered, dying to feel his cock pulse and his dick erupt inside me.

"Yes, Mommy," he moaned before he grunted and gave me the cum I so badly desired, as I kept milking his cock until every drop of his load was deep in my pussy. As he came, I leaned in and kissed him and kept kissing him long after he was done.

It was so intimate that I forgot he was my son.

Of course, I was quickly reminded when I eventually broke the kiss and saw those familiar eyes staring into mine. The eyes I'd been gazing into since his birth. "I love you, Son."

"I love you too, Mom."

After the moment's romance, my cum-filled cunt reminded me even more clearly that I was now not only a submissive slut, but an incestuous submissive slut. My heart soared.

"Since we're becoming a nude, or in my case semi-nude household, tomorrow I'm going to go shopping after work to find more outfits to tease and please you with," I said, tonight being such a rush and a plethora of ideas spinning in my head to drive him wild and recreate tonight's fuckfest over and over.

"You are, are you?" he playfully smiled.

"Yes, if I'm going to be constantly on display, then I need to be able to mix things up so I'm always photo-ready for my horny paparazzo."

"Well, if you are doing that, please make sure to get a variety of colours of nylons."

"I can do that," I assured, letting him know, "I already have white and red in the bedroom and a couple other shades of mocha."

"That is a good start. In fact, I bet wearing the red nylons with your Chiefs jersey would be pretty hot," he said.

"Mmmmmmmm, I could also perhaps find the right blue for my Royals jersey."

"That could be a challenge."

"Challenge accepted," I said, realizing I really had to urinate again. I got off of him, his dick finally flaccid, and got off the bed. "Sorry, I need to pee again."

"Me too," he said.

I hurried to the ensuite bathroom and peed.

Once done, I wiped, washed my hands, and returned to the bedroom. Since he hadn't returned yet, I decided to surprise him by putting on a Chiefs football jersey (a Mahomes 15 in case you care). I found the red nylons, slid one on and was putting on the second when he returned.

He walked in and gasped, "Oh my God," as he walked to the bed and grabbed the camera.

"Like?" I smiled, stopping with the second nylon just above my ankle for a perfect picture.

"Love it," he said, snapping away as he instructed, "now roll it up slowly."

"Yes, sir," I said as I happily obeyed.

"Perfect."

Wanting his dick in my mouth again, I got off the bed, walked to him, sunk to my knees, and inhaled the semi-flaccid dick. After a few seconds I felt it stirring to life and asked, "Do you have one more load for Mommy?"

"I have as many loads as you're willing to take," he said... I was going to love having a cum factory machine right in my house.

"I'd like one more," I said, as I stroked his cock and told him, "but this last load I want all over my face."

"Oh, Mommy," he groaned, as I resumed sucking his delicious dick.

Then we had a marathon fuck session. From being bent over the dresser while he hammered me from behind, the dresser banging against the wall with each forward thrust, to leaning against the wall while I held one leg in the air, surprised by my own flexibility, to on the floor as I rode his dick and he bucked his hips up to fuck me. After a quick titty fuck and some doggy style fucking, I came one last time.

While still enjoying the thrill of orgasm, I spun around and devoured his dick, bobbing like I was in a porn movie. In the past my cock sucking usually led to quick eruptions, and I was happy to learn I'd retained my skills, as he warned, "I'm about to come."

I backed off, jerked him off and pretty quickly after, massive wads of cum splattered my face. Once done, I took his cock back in my mouth for any remnants of cum I could get, God, I had missed this taste.

I asked, looking up at him drenched in his warm, creamy cum, "Want to take any last pics?"

"I don't mind if I do," he said, grabbing his camera and taking pics of me with his load all over my face. Playing the porn star MILF, I posed scooping cum and eating it, and spread my legs wide to let him take photos of me with cum all over my face while wearing the Chiefs jersey and matching nylons.

I then suggested, "Come shower with me."

It was a romantic moment... a little kissing... we washed each other.

Once out, I took his hand and led him to my bedroom, and stressed, "The man of the house sleeps with me."

He didn't say anything as we got into the bed, and I snuggled into him feeling warm and safe... at home.

As I lay there in my safe cocoon, I said, my hand on his chest, "So, perhaps I don't need to make a profile page."

"Really? I mean you definitely don't need a Tinder page as I will be fucking you all the time."

"Yes, you will be," I said, but then after a pause, I decided to throw out a thought that had been simmering on a back burner in my mind since one of our earlier, more romantic encounters. "But what about if we became more than just mother and son?"

"I think we may have already crossed that line," he chuckled.

"I mean, what if we started to be a real couple?" I tried to clarify.

"Really?"

"I'm sorry, it's stupid," I sighed, feeling tears beginning to form. "It's just that I want a man who loves me and will do anything for me, and I thought I might already have that in you."

He suddenly spun onto his side so we faced each other. Putting one hand on my cheek, he peered into my eyes and said, "You do have that in me," which made my heart soar again. "And besides, after today you have broken me for any other woman."

"I have?"

"Yes, I will compare every other woman to you and they will never be able to live up to you," he said.

"That's sweet," I smiled... he being the perfect man for me.

"But how would we even do that?"

"Well, I hadn't told you this, but Senator Wilson has asked me to move to Washington this summer to head her main office." I watched his face to see how he would take my big reveal. He looked surprised and impressed.

"Oh wow, that is huge."

"I was thinking of taking it since you are going to school in Boston anyways. I'd be a lot closer to you in Washington than I would be here."

"Well, you should definitely take it," he said.

"And we can either see each other on weekends or," I paused, wondering if I should actually suggest what I was thinking.

"Or what?" he asked, as my hand meandered over his hairy, sexy chest.

Finally, I just decided to throw it out there. "You could go to a school in Washington, live with me, and we could live as a couple." My stomach clenched as I awaited his response.

"Does Senator Wilson know me?"

"Well, she obviously knows of you in general, but since we're not allowed to have personal photos at work, she doesn't actually know what you look like."

"Well, I was also accepted at a school in Washington, but I think the declaration period has passed." I was glad to hear he was open to the idea.

"I bet I could pull a few strings and have the deadline extended once they know where I work," I said, not being above using my connections to fulfill my twisted plan. "But obviously the Boston school was where you wanted to go and I don't want to ruin that."

"I meant it, Mom, I'll do anything for you," he said. "And the Washington school was another of my top choices, I'd be completely happy to go there."

"So, you will move to Washington with me and be my boyfriend?" I asked... feeling like a teenager again.

"Yes, I would love that."

"Oh, honey," I said, kissing him. This agreement had my pussy burning again and when I pulled the sheet back I found it was apparently having the same effect on my son. With two quick strokes his beautiful cock was ready to fill my pussy as I straddled him and lowered myself until our pubes were tangled. I asked, breaking the kiss, "I'm horny for you again, can we seal this relationship with one more fuck?"

"Definitely," he said, pulling me back into a kiss as I slowly rode him.

I said, as we fucked, "In public I want you to treat me like a lady, but behind closed doors I want you to treat me like a slut."

"A Mommy slut?" he smiled playfully.

"Yes, a three-hole Mommy slut who will obey your every command," I agreed and added the nastiest of terms, "And you'll be a motherfucker. No, wait, make that, Mother-fucker."

"There is nothing I'd rather be," he smiled, as he took control, flipped me onto my back and fucked me good and hard in the missionary position, all the while we stared into each other's eyes.

I couldn't explain it... but this felt so right.

This was love.

Sure, he was my son... but he was so much more.

My son.

My lover.

My boyfriend.

My stud.

Perhaps even my Master.

Regardless, today everything changed.

I wouldn't need a dating profile, I wouldn't need Tinder, I just needed my son.

My only predicament was how I would tell my sister.

She was pretty wild... very kinky... and sure we had crossed the incestuous line once ourselves... but this was a whole other level of crossing the line.

That said, that was a problem for tomorrow or another day. But then again, since Gloria had made the suggestion herself, perhaps there would be no problem at all. Still, for tomorrow.

Tonight, I was in the moment... I was in love... and as I came one last time the moment he came in me, I moaned, "I love you, my sexy boyfriend."

"I love you too, my future wife," he responded, which made me wrap my legs around him and kiss him passionately... the future suddenly seemingly limitless.

The End.

The Son's side of the story is also available as Forever Incest: A Son's Story.