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Click hereShe said, drawing out the first word, "Well, you are the love of my life."
With that my eyes turned towards the urn that had held my father's ashes. Despite Mom's endless praise of me, he had been first and I still wondered how I compared to him, but had said nothing. I didn't want to look insecure. My mother caught my glance and understood its meaning.
"Comparing yourself to your father?"
"Yeah, he was such a good lawyer, I wonder if I'll ever be as good as he was."
"You are such a man. You think I judge him and you based on how successful you are as lawyers. Dear, there is no comparison between the two of you. I loved your Dad and I think he did his best to love me, but there was always some lingering resentment. He thought I got pregnant on purpose to trap him. His dream had been to rise to the top of society, be the best lawyer, marry into old money, hob-nob with the world's elite. He blamed me for that not happening."
That statement was absurd, growing up I suspected and now as a practicing lawyer I knew that whatever success he had in society was due to Mom, if not for her he'd have never left the office. I told Mom that.
Mom smiled and lay her head on my shoulder. "I know."
And then, looking out at the ocean, she continued. "Sean, I love you with a passion that I never felt for your father. I don't love you because you're a fine young lawyer with bushels of talent and potential, I love you because when you call me on the phone you can tell how I'm feeling and how my day went by the way I say hello. I love you because when I walk into a room where you are, no matter where, there is always this moment, sometimes short, sometimes long, when you look at me, you focus totally on me, walk up to me, touch me, maybe hold my hand, maybe kiss my cheek, and say something nice, that I look good or that you're happy to see me. Every time you do that I know for that moment that I'm the most important thing in the world to you.
"I love you because once a month you send me flowers for no reason. I love you because you open car doors for me. I love you because you never tell me what to do or what to wear. I love you because when I ask you to go shopping with me you do so and then say you enjoy if."
"I do enjoy it."
"See what I mean. And I love you because your damn good in bed, the sweetest most attentive lover a girl could ever want."
"So will I marry you?" She slipped the ring onto her finger and held it up before the setting sun. "Well I can't just give this away, can I? Of course I'll marry you "
I had to be back at work in two days. We drove to Las Vegas that night, Mom's hand in mine, as I rested a finger on the ring I'd just given her. "I guess I could have planned better, we'll need to postpone the honeymoon."
"Well dear, we have a day and there is something I've always wanted to do: hike across the Grand Canyon. There are services that will drive your car around it. If we got there tomorrow afternoon we could spend the night down there, pick up the car the next day, and be back in time for work. It can be a preliminary honeymoon."
While I made the arrangements for the wedding with the chapel I selected, Mom did so for the hike. We were married at 10:00 A.M. and were leaving the Canyon's north rim at 2:30. That night we wandered far enough off the trail to guarantee privacy and I took my wife in my arms. Hungry mouths explored each other; eager hands toured each other's body. I knew it had been years since Mom had last had intercourse so I settled her on her back and used my mouth on her until she was soaking wet and her pubes swollen with need.
Then Mom said, "I want you inside me."
I straddled her. "I brought a condom."
Mom laughed. "Well, you always wanted a brother and sister and I always wanted more kids. I'm 41, if we are going to make this happen we better get started right away."
I entered her slowly, incrementally. She was tight and I was careful and when I was all the way in I rolled my hips against hers, trapping her clit between us. I dragged my staff along the top of her channel and was rewarded with a low moan when I found her g-spot. There under the brilliant night sky, her breathe deep and slow, her skin flushed, her heart beat accelerating, I made love to my mother. I kissed her sweet lips until her head dropped away and her grip on my arm tightened and she came, moaning in a low preternatural way, her body shaking and quivering under mine. I told her how much I loved her and kissed her perfect face and when she was ready I started again, this time moving my cock around inside as she began to loosen up and accommodate me.
"Oh darling, it's so good, never been this good, I love you my husband-son, I love you forever," and then the words turned into sharp moans, "uunnnnnhhh, unnhhhuuuuhhh, uuunnnnnhhhhhhhhhh, and then her body tightened and she dug her nails into my back and shook underneath me through another long sweet orgasm.
I let her recover, telling her how much I loved her, that I'd never let her go, and started again. This time her movements were stronger; she started pushing her hips up and down. I matched her, starting to thrust in and out, but still trying to be gentle. I felt the cum churning in my balls but thought I could hold off my orgasm one more time and then Mom pulled my head to hers and whispered in my ear,. "Oh son, I love you, I need you to come inside me, give me your seed, let's make a baby, you and I. Fuck me, fuck your mother-wife."
I had no chance. I started thrusting harder. She moved with me.
Her voice was emphatic. "OH SEAN!! FUCK ME!!"
And I did, increasing the power and length of my movements.
"OH YES, DON'T STOP, DON'T' EVER STOP."
Writhing against me, she wrapped her legs around my waist. Our skin slapped together; the sound and rhythm of our lovemaking disappearing into the desert night.
"OH GOD, YES, FUCK ME, I LOVE YOU SON, I LOVE YOU, I WANT YOU, LET'S MAKE A BABY, OH GOD YES, I'M CUMMING"
She came and I kept going. Her sex tightly gripped my hard cock and pulsated as the waves of her orgasm washed over her. My cock stiffened inside her hot cunt, then throbbed, then erupted. Her pussy contracted and I hollered, "OOOOHHHHH GGGGOOOOOODDDDD!!" as I released streams of cum into her, flooding her womb, deluging the place where I had been conceived, and held her tight until I was sure I had emptied myself completely. I then rolled off her and held her hand, looking at the stars.
"Oh gosh, was that worth waiting for."
* * * *
When the baby bump appeared three months later I'd wake in the middle of the night and gently touch it, imagining that our child was conceived that first night in the Grand Canyon. No way of knowing, but still I like to think so. Mom took the three month maternity leave offered by the firm and then I, the first guy in the history of Perkins Joseph to do so, did the same. Not that both of us didn't keep working, but those months at home with my daughter are irreplaceable.
When she announced her pregnancy the firm took a step Mom had been advocating since she got there; it decided to provide a child care facility at the office. Mom was appointed to the responsible committee and true to her prediction, the firm soon benefitted from fewer missed employee work days and a steady stream of resumes from talented staff seeking employment with our enlightened firm.
Fourteen months after our daughter was born we were blessed with twin boys. I love them; I love my wife; I am the luckiest man I know.
- COMMENTS
Wonderful, I had always wanted a similar relationship with my mother. I would catch her checking me out and we went on a few lunch dates where she was very touchy feely. But nothing ever came of it.
Beautiful and 5* from me. It would have been even better if you added sexual tension between the two.
When he realised what he wanted, he would have fought against such desires. Then seeing her give signals of reciprocatio, his imagination would have flared into life.
As it was, it happened too quickly, but it was still good writing. Thank you.
My first time reading a story from you, it will not be the last. Charlie is the woman most men wish for and we all need. Her son has benefited from her guidance growing up and still does now as an adult. A class act, smart, sexy, Charlie is the perfect partner.
This goes into my Wonderful Stories folder. Did I download it? Duh!
Thank you.
Nothing more u sexy than getting knocked up. Was fine until then, although you slip is and use wrong pronouns once in while.
To the commenter saying pregnancy is not sexy, I feel bad for you. A pregnant woman is the most natural, beautiful and sexy thing there is; a mother carrying her son's child in a loving relationship like Charlie's, even more so, in my opinion. Unless you're some kind of deviant with, shall we say, abnormal sexual requirements to get off (and I'd rather not speculate on the specifics), then I don't understand your viewpoint. By all means, feel free to elaborate on your position.
Anyway, I thought this story was wonderful. I just wish it was a little longer showing more of their future together. Their careers, how they handled married life and children, and so on.
Having the mum call the grown son "kiddo" was rather weird, almost creepy given the nature of the story. A poor choice in my opinion.
You could really feel the sleaziness of some of the folks at that office. All the partners coming onto the mom but she being the awesome women she is, rebuffing them. Environments like that always give me the creeps. I feel really bad for the women that work in them, especially when their bosses are assholes (which is often the case).
It was weird that mom drew the line at intercourse because she was still married to a guy that was for all intents and purposes dead. And dragged it on until he died 10 months later. Not sure what that was all about when you've already cheated, if that was the concern; not like he could find out. Then she says he's (the son) good in bed, which made it seem like you skipped their first time. That was badly worded and led to a false implication they had had intercourse at some point before they actually had.
Oh and one last thing, Laura is a total bitch :) Good luck to the guy stuck with her.
For the first page and a half, then it seemed to sprint to the end as fast as it could get there. If you're going to do a quickie, then go for it, but if you're going to take your time, then TAKE YOUR TIME! It's like spending an hour on foreplay, then prematurely ejaculating when you start fucking.
Nice, sweet, sexy story. Just one lingering question. Didn't mom and son already have the same last name? Or was I not supposed to think about that? 😋
Touching, beautiful incestuout love story between mother and son. The emotional and sexual epiphany between lovers is how I imagine such a life would be. The chemistry, sensitivity, and adoration felt between the two is how I imagine a real world incestuous couple's life would reflect.
"My Mom, My Secretary:" - Twenty-three Single Year Old Lawyer-Son, Sean and Forty Year Old Widowed Mother, Charlotte ("Charlie").
This story has everything that I love and adorn in my thirst of unquenchable incest stories.....love, romance, adoration, committed, respect, honor, "marriage." and a family of children. LOVE IT!! Additionally, my given name is Charles, being called "Charlie" by many friends and some relatives.
Although I absolutely love this story, there's an undercurrent that I seem to detect. It reminds me of the old television, weekly half hour show, This story has a feeling of stiffness, I'll briefly try to define. There used to an old television show, 'Dragnet' starring Jack Webb' playing the character role, Detective Joe Friday. Friday's role was sort of all business....."just the facts, Ma'am!" was his still popular catch-phrase! This story has a small degree of similar characterization of being "straight-laced" but factual, precise, and not much on details! This feeling is just my observation, and not to be critical in any manner, shape nor form!!!
Mother "Charlie" and Son Sean have excellent roles written for them; their dialogue is almost flawless, short but thorough banter, conversations and interactions. The story theme is very unique, factually detailed with much precision and accuracy (many years ago I was a NCO JAG for the Sixth Fleet so I have some insight). The writer/author 'Mary Anderson' though being a male, has an unusual knack for the female emotions written for Mother Charlie; I'm in awe of that ability. It's a great read, top-shelf material and very gripping due to almost unblemished writing.
Such a lovely perfect story a true love story at its heart many many thanks for such an entertaining tale.
It's ok but tomuch of the father and very less of the mother and so less sex then kids no sucking pussy no sucking ass no sucking boobs no sucking legs and feet with her toes no sexy night dress just a boring story of marriage and babies long and so fucking boring add more sex play we men can stroke our dicks
some tired sex cliches but a sweet romance story. really like how she projects class and calm in the workplace and everyone looks up to her
I love to read this story to my wife as I've long since revealed to her my own mom/son relationship/history to her as motivation for her incestuous actions towards our own son. Because the number one rule: There MUST BE sexual attraction between any incest coupling, or else it is just rape. So far so good with my wife and our teen son.
As for me..., I am a mama's boy. No question about it. I am also a former State wrestling champion mid-weight class (158lbs) champion. A tough class. So I know I am a tough guy. Except when it comes to mom.
My parents were very liberal when it came to things like clothes and sex. My mom was a gorgeous skinny size 2 with smallish big nippled breasts, dirty blonde, and tall for her weight (5'7", 105 lbs.) Because of her vanity, she reveled in her exhibitionism. Mom knew she was hot, not in that voluptuous, curvy way, but in the beautiful face, gorgeous thin legs, and great hair way. She was also a closet nymphomaniac that I saw come out of the closet a few times while growing up, (especially after a coupla cocktails!) Mom always wore skimpy things or nothing at all around me growing up and we only covered up once dad came home. Otherwise, if she wasn't topless, it was underboob shirts barely covering her pink-nippled B-cups and short silk men's bath wraps for mom. Coming out of the bath/shower Mom never wore a towel covering her breasts like a normal female, she wore her towel like a guy would, around her waist. That was sexy, seeing her look in the mirror, her hair toweled up and her other towel around her waist, her tits jutting front. We grew used to seeing that. Yeah..., sexy...
Mom never wore pants/shorts either. She wore wrap dresses or bodycon types dresses, or pencil skirts. Never a bra or panties, ( I told you her tits were small!) It was gym shorts & T's for me. I'd wear the tight shorts when alone with mom and switch to the oversized ones when dad came home. Both of us were always commando. Nobody but dad wore underwear.
Mom used to massage me after every wrestling practice and every meet. Without fail. As I grew in physique and experience, mom went from hand massaging, to machine massage, to walking on my back and thighs. She would wear her yoga outfit to massage me. It was a see-thru (because it was 'O' size which is smaller than her regular '2' size), french-cut thighs barely there.
In the summer before my junior year, I started to offer my mom backrubs as her reward for her hard work massaging me. It was right at this juncture where mom finally went the distance and when she knew I was going to massage her, she would put her finger to her lips to shush me and she started to give me happy-ending massages by jacking-me-off. Two weeks later, mom used her mouth on me for the first time. Two weeks after that we were massaging each other fully nude. At the beginning of our sessions, we would wait if Dad would step in to see what mom had on while she rubbed me down, and often he would hand her a martini, and then - he'd leave us alone! I found much out later he used to fuck my mom fantasizing about her fucking me!
But in the meantime, he never asked, and we never offered. But because their sex life was awesome, he made sure he let mom make my sex life fucking great!
Now in my second year once we started my massage mom always ended it with a wet, sloppy, blow-job, her swallowing every drop of my cum. After which I would massage her. When I was done rubbing out her stress, I was reconstituted and we would fuck right there or she would walk me naked to my shower where we would fuck. Now mind you, we didn't have sex every night, but we managed 4/5x/week.
If dad snored at night (which he did all the time!) mom got used to grabbing her pillow and hopping into bed with me! Dad never came into my room in the mornings if she was in bed with me. This way, he maintained culpable deniability.
Mom maintained her allover and once I was an adult we kind of started skipping clothes altogether around the house when dad wasn't around, fucking in every room when the twinge hit us and so we fucked a lot. I fucked her twice a day for over a decade. I think dad knew and didn't care! Christ, he walked into so many rooms that had that just-fucked smell..., he wasn't dumb. Mom was getting the best of both worlds and she made sure we ALL benefited!
I married a girl (almost instantly) when she confessed her love of incest to me. I found out years later my gf had told mom that she wished I would ask her to marry me. She, being my mom's favorite, advised her that my fetish was incest - and if she was open to it (which only meant one thing to my gf, and she figured it out on-the-spot and... wasn't surprised!) So when she told my mom she was way ok with it, (me and mom continuing to fuck after we were married) Mom, smiling, told her then that I would ask her instantly, which is what happened.
It turns out my wife does love incest..., can't write about that here...
Like the story his mom had three kids.myself got my mom pregnant four times even then my aunt she had my four kids to then my sister comes over move in with us she let me fuck hershe end having twin girls then my aunt told her daughter which my cousin we both fucked she screamed when she felt me cum in her cunt told her mum getting staying here with us her and my sister had fine kids each still live together are kids older taller woman let them fuck my sister cousin aunt and mom they gangbang every week all you is alot screaming and my sister yelled out one of boys got me pregnant told them nice to have incest family
It's so good. Read it several times and it always gets better.
(7/16/2021)
Sorry, I have no constructive or destructive critiques to share. This was a perfectly enjoyable read indeed. 5 stars!
I liked the story well enough for 5*rating, but... IMHO, & I may be in the minority, but... I don't believe in babies from mom/son, dad/daughter, or brother/sister relationships.
Interesting twist on a mother & son love affair.
Well written, well timed out, and
lots of love. This was about a boy
who truely loved his mother.
..THANKS.. 5 BIG ONES *****
USAF
Great story: interesting background as well as character/relationship development. Love you work, hope we see more of these mother-son marriage stories.
I've read this story several times and it's one of my all time favorite romances. I have ZERO interest in incest, never had ANY fantasy for mom or sisters or other family member. But I love romance and look for those stories and oddly find a lot of them in the incest category.
Amazing story of love. You did a great job of building up to a very romantic and loving end.
I don't normally read many incest stories. Too much trash. This one is different in that it is wrapped around a romance. Good job.
You write incredible stories, and this is/was one of your best! Perfect pitch from start to finish! And as fine a conclusion as could be imagined. Thank you.
A love story and a sex story 2-in-1!
One of my favorites out of all your stories. Obviously I gave it 5 🌟 s.
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Second time I read this, even better the second time!
Thanks! How about a follow up on these 2 and some really great office sex!
Jump into how she is dressing more sexy for her son to recindle their love.
Pick it up 18 years into the future when the daughter is ready for the family secret
And how it all go started.
“Your story forgets one important fact: Childs born out of incestuous connections are highly fragile to genetic disease. Mucoviscidosis, cardiac anomaly and mental alienation for example!! So your fantasy may be well-narrated but dont forget the risks.”
You forget that there is a high risk only if they are carriers of mutant genes,genetic disorders, and recessive diseases. Which with technology today you can test if you are a carrier and find out the probability of passing down a disorder to your offspring. Now if you are a carrier then yes the chances of passing those down are higher. However the possibility inbreeding is not that high unless it’s happening generation after generation of close relatives. That’s why in some places the marriage of first cousins is allowed.
“Very good
While I enjoyed most of the story I hate it whenever the author feels like the people involved in an incestuous relationship 1) need to get married, and/or 2) get pregnant. Can't they just have sex?”
1.) Majority of mother son incest stories don’t involve them getting married
2.) pregnancy is very rare compared to how many incest stories there are out there
You can just look up stories with rosa-blanca.ru that corresponds with the two subjects and there is less than 200 stories where that happens compared to the thousands of mother-son incest. Maybe your just new to the genre/havnt been reading that many and just have bad luck at picking stories. Not sure since you don’t have an account and you post anonymously.
Really enjoyed this one. Just sad that it’s so short. It seems like where the mom is a slut you tend to make those stories longer.