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Helen and Mark were returning from a two-week visit with her friend, Joyce who lives in Cornwall. They had gotten a late start and now it looked like they were going to have to pay for it.

"The storm is approaching Bristol. It should arrive within the next half-hour. All persons should take shelter as soon as possible. You can expect strong winds and heavy rain with. Travel is not recommended!" the radio blared as Helen drove along looking at the dark cloud approaching from the west.

"I guess we're not going to make it home tonight. Better stop somewhere along here because I'm certainly not driving through that thing!" Helen said, nervously looking at the ominous dark clouds.

"Okay," Mark agreed, actually thankful that his mother had decided not to go on.

"We've still got the sandwiches left from lunch. And the drink in the cooler. We won't even have to go out to eat. It'll be like a picnic, a picnic in the storm," she nervously laughed.

Well, that would give them more time together, Mark thought to himself. He'd really enjoyed his time with his mother on this visit to Cornwall. He couldn't explain the difference in their relationship on this trip, but something seemed to have changed between them. She seemed to be treating him more like a man than her young son. He couldn't put his finger on exactly what it was, but there was just something different. And he liked that difference! They somehow seemed closer now. And away from home, she had become a different woman. A woman, he sickly thought. Not just Mum! She seemed more at ease, more relaxed.

"There's a hotel right up there with a vacancy sign," she grinned over at him. "It'll be nice to get out from behind this wheel anyway..."

Mark sat in the car watching the storm draw closer and closer as the sky grew turned to a deep purple while his mother went into the hotel. The wind was swirling around the parking lot, whipping clouds of debris into the air and tossing it about.

Then he saw his mother come striding out of the hotel with the key in her hand. As she did, it was hard not to notice the bobbling of her big breasts under her thin blouse. He wondered what they really looked like underneath their covering of her blouse. They were big; he knew that by the way she filled out her blouse...

"Got one," Helen told him pitching him the key as she crawled into the car.

Mark felt another jolt of shame as his eyes dropped down to her thigh when she slid under the steering wheel. He was rewarded with a flash of creamy white thigh before she reached down and huffily pulled her skirt back down. She'd spent most of the afternoon trying to keep her short skirt from riding up her shapely legs and Mark had spent most of his time sneaking peeks over at them.

Hey, he told himself, he couldn't help it if his mother had pretty legs! He was male after all, and she was a woman! A beautiful woman...

"Last time I wear a short skirt on a long trip," she muttered, cranking the car.

"I didn't mind," Mark nervously joked, "besides you got great legs, Mum!"

"Thank you, but they're hardly what my son should be gawking at all day long," she fussed, turning into their parking spot in front of their room. "Don't you think?"

"Hey, what can I say? I'm a teenage boy in case you haven't noticed," he smirked back at her, hoping he wasn't going over the line.

"Oh, I've noticed," she shot back, turning off the ignition. "Better hurry, looks like the storm is just about here."

And what did she mean by that remark? "Oh, I've noticed!" Was there some hidden meaning in it that he didn't know?

Five minutes later, they were safely tucked away inside their room and had everything stowed away as the first big drops of rain began to splat down in the parking lot. Looking out the window, Mark watched the big, round circles of water quickly merge into each other and cover the ground with a glistening sheen of rain.

Then he saw a flash of lightning in the distance as the forked fury vented its anger on earth. It was quite a ways off and it took several seconds for the rumble of thunder to finally find them.

"Looks like it's here," Helen said, stepping up beside him to watch out the window, too.

"Yep," he said, suddenly feeling a strange sense of self-consciousness.

What was wrong with him, he asked as the fragrance of his mother's flowery perfume wafted over him, mixing with the smell of the rain and adding a new, unfamiliar sense of intimacy to the whole thing. Then he felt her hip brush up against his for the briefest of moments as she turned and walked over to the cooler.

"Want a drink?" she asked, flipping open the lid to the cooler and pulling out a bottle.

"Sure," he grinned, walking over to join her.

Standing back at the window with his coke, he watched the flashes of lightning getting closer and closer while the sky grew darker and darker. The storm and dusk seemed to be working in cahoots with dusk to snuff out daylight as night rapidly raced to cover the town. Mark watched as lights began to blink on outside. They all had a fuzzy, blurry look as he looked out through the rain-smeared glass and the pouring rain.

Lightning darted and danced over the hotel filling the sky above them with a dazzling display of aerial fireworks. The accompanying symphony of thunder added a sense of excited suspense to the whole thing. It was almost as if it were an overture to something...something big...something even grander. But much more foreboding.

"The storm is over the Bristol Channel and should last for about another thirty minutes," the weather man said from the television set. "But there is another more severe storm approaching just behind this one. There should be about a twenty minute lull between the storms but be prepared for an even more impressive light show when the second cell moves over..."

"I don't know what it is, but there's something so, so exciting about a thunder storm," Helen murmured. "Exciting and frightening. It makes me feel all nervous and jittery inside..."

At that very moment, there was a blinding flash of light outside the window and everything went dark. A half a moment later, the room was shaken by a deafening crash of thunder.

"Oh, my Goodness!" Mark heard his mother huff under her breath.

"You okay?" he asked her, unable to see her in the pitch black.

"Uh, yeah, just a little more frightened now," she murmured, her voice coming closer.

Then he felt something soft and giving brush up against his arm, jostling his glass of coke as the air around him was once again filled with the heady fragrance of Lilacs.

"Oops!" he heard his mother mumble, as another flash of light filled the room and Mark found their faces only inches apart.

Staring into each other's eyes for that brief instant, neither of them moved. But this flash of lightning seemed to flicker on forever as they stood transfixed, frozen in time, the air around them sparking and hissing with electricity and excitement! Mark suddenly had an almost overpowering urge to kiss her! He could almost feel her hot breath on his lips as the distance between their lips seemed to shrink. Then the lightning was gone and they were back in the dark but their lips touched ever so lightly for a fleeting moment.

"Uh, sorry," she nervously coughed and Mark felt the soft pressure of her breast leave his arm. "Didn't mean to bump into you!"

"That's okay," he mumbled. "It's darker than the ace of spades in here."

"I'm glad that I have some wine," she anxiously laughed. "I'd be scared witless if I were completely sober. The wine takes the edge off everything. Speaking of which..."

Then Mark heard the tinkle of glass against glass as she was apparently trying to refill her glass with more wine. There had been something sickly exciting and stirring about their brief encounter. He couldn't put a finger on precisely what had happened. But he swore that their lips had actually touched. While it wasn't really a kiss, it was close enough to get the motors running. It seemed that they had been close to kissing, and he wanted to give it another chance as he slowly started shuffling toward where he thought his mother stood. Groping in the dark, he felt a spark of electricity jolt up his arm as his fingers nudged up against something soft and giving. It was her breast again. Even hidden inside her bra, it had a soft pliancy to it.

"Oops! Sorry," he lied, holding his hand pressed against it for a moment before reluctantly pulling his hand back away from it.

The room was suddenly filled with light again and they found themselves only inches apart for a second time. Their eyes met for another brief instant and something dark and sinister seemed to pass between them. The air around them crackled and became unbearably hot. It was difficult to breathe and Mark felt a sheen of perspiration pop out on his forehead!

Then his mother gave out a soft, nervous cough and stepped back. Turning away from him, she stumbled back over to the window and looked out into the stormy night.

What was going on, he asked himself? Something had just happened between them! But what? He could sense the charged atmosphere of the room. He couldn't put his finger on just exactly what was happening, but he swore something had happened in that brief moment their lips had touched.

And now he had a stirring feeling that was similar to how he felt before he went out on a date. That same nervous, jittery, butterflies in the stomach feeling. He had never felt like this before...with his mother! He felt himself being drawn to her, not as his mother, but by a different, darker attraction! And that overpowering urge to kiss her was growing stronger by the moment...

As he stood thinking about what was happening the television began to blare again.

"...the second storm is rapidly approaching..." Mark heard the weatherman drone on as he saw that his mother was blushing in the glare of the lights.

"Uh, I think I'll get dressed for bed while we still have some light," she mumbled, setting her glass down and hurrying over to her suitcase.

"Uh, that's a good idea," he told her, watching her pull a filmy, red nighty out and hurry into the bathroom closing the door behind her.

Damn, he told himself, that gown is so sheer, you can see right through it! What was she thinking? Was that what she wanted? Did she want him to see her body? Or had she just forgotten how sheer it was in the rush to get dressed for bed in case the lights went out again?

This was all new territory for him. He had never thought of his mother like this! And he didn't know why it was happening tonight. Maybe it was the buzz he had from the wine! Maybe it was the testosterone pouring through his blood stream! Or maybe the ozone from the storm! Or maybe it was just the excitement of being all alone with her. Or maybe it was storm! Or maybe it was a combination of all of them, but whatever it was, he felt all excited and tingly. All warm and prickly down there, like something was going to happen! Something was going to happen between them...

Then he poured himself another glass of coke and stood by the window watching the storm and waiting for his mother to return.

After a few minutes, the bathroom door opened and he saw his mother stick her head out.

"Mark, Darling , could you turn the light out for a second until I get in bed?" she asked him. "This is the only nighty I have and it's pretty revealing."

"Uh, sure, okay, Mum," he disappointedly mumbled, trudging over to the light switch and flipping it off.

The shaft of light escaping from the bathroom blinked out just then, plunging the room into total darkness once again. Then he heard the bathroom door close.

"Fuck—ouch—" he heard his mother yelp.

"Are you okay? Do you want me to turn the light on," he asked, his fingers resting on the light switch.

"No! I just stubbed my toe a little. I'm fine," he heard her say from across the room. "Just a minute..."

"Just say when," he told her.

"Okay, now," she finally said.

Blinking in the bright light, he looked over and saw that his mother was in her bed with the bedspread pulled up under her chin hiding her body from his prying eyes.

"Could you be a Sweetie and bring my wine over here?" she asked, sneaking her arm out from the covers and extending it toward him, batting her big, brown eyes at him.

"Uh, sure," he said, wondering if the something between them had simply been a figment of his fevered teenage mind. Whatever it was, it seemed to have disappeared, he sadly thought.

Stepping over to her bed, he handed her the glass of wine, trying to catch a peek of her big breasts in the process.

But any opportunity for such an occurrence was quickly snuffed out by a crackling rip of lightning as the room was plunged into total darkness once again. Mark flinched when a blast of thunder followed the lightning, shaking the room.

"I guess I might as well get into bed, too," he forlornly muttered, groping his way through the dark toward his bed. "Looks like there's not much going to be going around here tonight except thunder and lightning."

"I guess not," he heard his mother murmur from her bed.

Striping down to his shorts in the dark, he slid under the sheets and lay back to listen to the storm. The rain beating down on the room was so loud, it sounded like the snare drummer in a band. The brilliant flashes of lightning were getting closer and the thundering crashes following them grew louder and louder.

Damn! Damn! Damn! He cursed to himself, shoving his hand down into his boxer shorts to his throbbing cock. The close intimacy of their encounters had taken their toll on his cock and it was hard and frustrated. Wrapping his hand around it, he began to slowly work his hand up and down.

"Uh, Mark, Darling ..." Mark heard his mother plaintively whine from her bed.

A wave of guilt washed over Mark. What was he doing? His mother was laying not more than ten feet away and here he was with his fucking cock in his hand beating off right in front of her. Could she hear him above the storm?

"Yeah, Mother..." Mark answered her, a touch of frustration in his voice as he wondered what she wanted.

"I'm frightened..." he heard her whimper." Could you hold me...hold me until the storm is over..."

She wanted him to hold her? Was this it? Did she want more? But what if she didn't? What if it was just like she said and she was scared. Scared and just wanted him to hold her?

Oh, shit, he fumed to himself. Now she'll know! She'll know that I have a hard on!

"Uh, yeah, ok" he grunted, throwing his sheet off and swinging his legs out of bed. Fumbling for his glass, he found it and quickly gulped down the last of the coke. Quit complaining, fool, he told himself. Isn't this what you wanted?

Reaching down, he made sure that his stiff young cock wasn't sticking out of his shorts then he blindly groped his way toward her bed with his arms outstretched in front of him. Suddenly, his knees bumped up against her bed at the same instant his hand brushed against quivering, bare flesh. A bare breast? What the fuck was going on, he deliriously wondered

"Oops, sorry," he grunted, pulling his hand away from her breast, feverishly wondering why it wasn't covered by her gown.

'That's okay, you couldn't see," she murmured as he heard the rustle of the bed sheets. "Slide in under the sheets."

Mark’s heart was pounding so hard he thought it might just explode, and the roaring in his head was so loud he couldn't hear the thunder outside any more. Sliding under the covers, he slowly scooted over until he brushed up against the warm softness of her body as she snuggled up against him.

"Thank you darling," she softly whispered into his ear.

"You're welcome mum," he somehow choked out.

The storm raging outside couldn't compare with the one raging inside Mark’s fevered brain. Fearfully, he eased her arm under her neck and gently pulled her to him. As he did, he could feel her big, soft breasts pressing against his ribs and her belly resting against his hip. Strangely, he could feel the slippery material of her gown covering her now. And he could feel her hot breath on his ear as she curled her arm around him and gently pulled him to her.

"That's better..." she softly whispered, giving him a cuddle." I'm not as scared now..."

Mark was in a panic. He had a hard on that was growing harder and harder each fiery moment as his mother snuggled up against him. And there was nothing between them but the silky, thin gown. She smelled so good. Her body was so soft and warm pressed up against him as the lightning flashed and the thunder grumbled and growled outside the motel. And every time the thunder crackled, his mother jumped and hugged him a little tighter.

Bending his arm, he nervously tickled his fingers down her bare back.

"That feels nice," she murmured, pressing herself against him a feather harder.

Then his fingers brushed across the little silk ribbon that was tied in a loose knot and held her nighty together. The nighty had a split down the back all the way from her neck to the top of her arse and was held together by the single satin ribbon. Untying that knot would allow the front of her nighty drop away, drop down off her big breasts.

What would happen if it came undone, he tipsily wondered? All the wine he had consumed was suddenly making him feel foolishly brazen. And the warm, soft body pressed up against him was making him grow braver and braver. He could tell her that the ribbon had caught on his ring or something, he told himself. Then he began to gently pluck at it with his fingertips.

Suddenly, another flash of lightning was followed immediately by another peal of thunder making his mother jump. As she did, he jumped, too, jerking on the ribbon and untying it!

"That was close," he whispered, realising that nothing now held her nighty up but the pressure of their two bodies pressed against each other.

"Yes, it was," she whispered back, hugging him tighter.

What now, he asked himself, his fingers brushing over the soft, smooth skin of her back? Slowly he let his fingers trail down her bare back until they were brushing over the small of her back just above the swell of her butt.

"I think I had too much to drink," she murmured, slowly easing back away from him for a moment. And as she did, the gown went slithering down off her breasts and onto the bed between them.

Oh, shit, he frantically thought! Now she'll know. She'll know that her nighty is untied—

Expecting her to pull away from him, or pull the nighty back up, Mark was surprised when she did neither. What was going on? Numbly wondering what was happening, he felt her ease back up against him! Didn't she know? Couldn't she feel it? Was she just ignoring it, thinking it was an accident or something? Or did she do it on purpose? Was she telling him something? Was she telling him to go ahead? Telling him that she was too drunk to stop him, he numbly wondered? This time, he could feel the bare flesh of her breasts pressed against his side as her nipples digging into his skin.


"Me, too!" he groaned out, wishing he had the courage to touch her big, soft tits.

Neither of them moved for a couple of minutes. They just lay pressed against each other listening to the storm rage outside. Then Mark felt his mother ease away from him and slowly roll over onto her back.

Was it over, he stormed? Was she done with him? Did she want him to leave now? All these frenzied thoughts swirled through his head as he lay waiting. Waiting for a signal! Waiting for her to tell him what to do. Waiting for something...

Scarcely able to breathe, he felt her hands slowly curl around his trembling hand. Then, a spasm of electricity fired off inside his brain as she slowly lifted his hand up to one of her breasts.

"Touch it darling..." she softly murmured, laying his hand on her breast. Then her hand moved away from his.

Mark was in an ecstatic fog as he gently clutched at her breast. He couldn't believe how soft and warm it was. Her hard nipple rubbed against the palm of his hand.

"Too much to drink," she murmured, gently thrusting her breast up against his groping hand. "Shouldn't do this..."

Leaning over, Mark gave her a gentle, loving kiss on the cheek as he fondled her breast with his hand.

As he did, he suddenly found his lips pressed against hers as she quickly turned to face him. He continued to grope and fondle her breast as they kissed long and deeply, their tongues intertwining, twisting, probing, searching! It was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to him! Fighting to hold back the explosion that was building down in his young cock, he hoped that he wouldn't shoot his wad and ruin it all. He wanted to cum in the worst way, but not like this! He wanted to cum inside her!

Emboldened by the kiss, Mark finally moved his lips away from hers and slowly kissed his way down her cheek onto her neck. Slowly, scooting down as he went, he continued to rain down soft butterfly kisses on her neck and then down onto her shoulder. Keeping his lips pressed against the soft skin, moving lower and lower down onto the slope of her breast, he continued to gently pull and pluck at the big, swollen nipple sticking out. It seemed to take forever, but at last his lips replaced his fingers on the jutting nipple, Pursing his lips around the swollen nipple, he gently sucked and nipped at it with his lips while he tickled and teased it with his tongue.

As he gently suckled, Mark found his hand resting on her flat belly just below her breast. Easing his hand down under the slippery silky nighty, he tickled the tip of a finger down into the little indentation of her belly button and heard a soft murmur escape from her lips.

The storm outside raged on, but it couldn't match the ferocity of the one swirling around inside his reeling brain.

How could this be happening, he deliriously wondered? Nothing like this had ever gone on between them and now this? Nothing even remotely like this had happened between them. But now! Now it was like a tidal wave of passion rushing across him, growing stronger and stronger with each passing second. He couldn't fathom it, but there was nothing that could stop him now!.

Slowly, almost teasingly, he moved his trembling fingers down over the soft smoothness of her belly, moving lower and lower under the nighty. Then electricity tickled up his fingers as his fingertips brushed over the soft bush of curls of her pubic hair.

Trying to keep his cock from erupting, he tickled his fingers through the thick bush of curls and down onto the ridge of swollen flesh that ran down out of the curls. Following the little, rounded crest, he felt it abruptly end at the fleshy jut of her clit that was sticking up out of its little sheath.

"Mmmmmmmmm..." she murmured out as he slowly teased the tip of his finger back and forth across the swollen nub.

His mother's clit, he numbly thought! He was playing with his mother's clit!

Flicking and teasing the tiny clit, he felt her thigh brush up against his hard young cock as her legs slowly parted. Then he felt her fingers clutching at his belly.

"Touch it" she mumbled. Let me touch it!.

She wanted to touch him? She wanted to touch his cock? Wanted to touch him. He wasn't going to stop her...

Jerking his hand away from her clit, Mark grabbed hold of the bed covers and threw them back off them. Lifting his mouth off her breast, he spun around until they were lying head to foot with his head even with her hips. The bed shuddered as his mother moved and although he couldn't see it, he knew that he was lying face to face with his mother's pussy. Just then, he felt her hands find his hard young manhood.

"Oh, God..." he groaned out as he felt her hot lips close down around his throbbing cock.

Futilely fighting to stave off the massive eruption that was about to blow down inside his balls, he felt his mother's hairy pussy rubbing up against his chin, coating it with her wet slippery juices.

"Mum—Mum—Cum! Cum!" he blathered out, trying to pull back so that he wouldn't cum in her mouth.

But that was not to be as he felt his mother's long, sharp fingernails dig down into his arse. Pulling on him, she pulled his cock even deeper into her mouth as she frantically sucked harder and harder.

Suddenly, Mark couldn't stop it! A fiery spasm of pleasure ripped through his young cock making it fire out a massive gush of cum into his mother's sucking mouth.

Fuck! Fuck! Oh, fuck, he feverishly thought. He was cumming...cumming in his MOTHER'S MOUTH!

Suddenly, as his mother gulped down his creamy gush, the lights blinked on.

Momentarily blinded by the light, Mark blinked and looked down at his mother who still had her lips wrapped around his cock as she hungrily sucked and pulled on it. In the bright glare of the lights, his cock continued spurting out gush after gush of thick cum into his mother's mouth. Mark was in a euphoric daze watching his mother's lips coax out more and more of his liquid treasure, one spurt at a time until there was nothing left for her to take. She had taken it all!.

Lightheaded from the spasms of perverted pleasure that had sparked through his brain, he rubbed his face against her weeping pussy.

Now it was her turn, Mark told himself, reaching out and pushing her over onto her back.

Straddling her, he stared down at the beautiful, pink rift lips peeking out from between her splayed legs. As he did, he saw her spread her legs apart, opening herself to him. Leaning down, he reached down between her legs and slid his hands under her thighs. Grunting, he lifted her legs up into the air. Finally, with her almost bent double, he d****d his arms across the back of her thighs. Now she lay with her legs bent at the knees, her feet sticking straight up into the air. Her sweet juicy pussy was tilted up, lying defenceless and vulnerable to his mouth. Inhaling deeply through his nose, he took in a big whiff of the cloying fragrance of her pussy. Enraptured by the scent, he leaned down and rubbed his face in the pungent juices pouring out of her hairy pussy. God, he groaned to himself. God, how he loved the smell and the taste of his mother's pussy. It made him want to take her love juices and smear them all over his body.

Flicking out his tongue, he probed the thick lips of her pussy with its tip. As he did, a trickle of her pussy juice leaked out of the opening between her gorged lips and ran down into the crack of her arse. Gently probing, feeling out the oozing opening of her secrecy, he flicked his tongue and eased it down into the moist warmth. He heard a gentle murmur escape her lips as he slowly, gently slid his hot, probing tongue in and out of the forbidden secrecy, reviling in the honeyed taste of her arousal. Finally, easing his tongue out of the weeping opening, he teased his tongue up and down the drenched slit finally stopping with the tip of his tongue on her clit.

Flicking his tongue back and forth across the swollen nub, he felt his mother's lips once again find the head of his cock and gently suck it back inside.

He could feel his mother's fevered excitement as her whole body trembled from the exertion as she strained and thrust herself against him. He did everything he could think of with his tongue as he flicked, licked, lapped, tickled, and teased her clit with it. His mother's agitation grew more and more intense, he could hear her gurgling out around his cock as it quickly responded to her hot mouth and lips. Her arse was pattering up and down on the bed as Mark feasted on the forbidden fruit between her thighs.

"Umm Umm—Umm—" she groaned out, thrusting herself up against his hungry mouth as her whole body suddenly stiffened. "Ummmmmmmmm..."

He could feel her straining, pressing herself against him as strange grunting sounds escaped out around his cock. Then suddenly, his face was bathed in a spew of sticky juice as it began to spurt of out her spasming hairy pussy. He kept on licking and lapping at her clit as it twitched and quivered under his tongue. He could feel her fingernails digging into the skin of his back, pulling him down against her as the spasms undulated through her body.

At last, her arms flopped out to the side, limply landing on the bed. Sensing the ending of her climax, Mark slowly lifted his mouth up away from her drenched pussy. Lifting his arms, one at a time, he let her long legs lifelessly flop back down onto the bed. Raising his arse up into the air, he eased his fully recharged young penis out of his mother's mouth.

"Mark..." she drooled, a drivel of spit trickling out of the corner of her mouth. "This is so wrong...too much drink..."

"Mother..." Mark murmured, lifting his leg and spinning off her, making sure not to bang her in the face with his knee as he did.

"My Baby..." she mumbled as she watched him spin around, crawling down the bed and back up between her lifelessly splayed legs. "Wrong..." She said.

Stop now? He couldn't. They had come too far. He had to have fuck her.

Her red, silk nighty was now bunched up around her waist as Mark leaned down and eased his hands under her thighs. Ignoring her protest, he quickly lifted them back up into the air. Curling his hands around her thighs, he pressed them down against her large breasts. Her ankles rested on top of his shoulders, her ankles brushing against his neck as he dipped his hips and eased his hard young cock down toward her very wet pussy.

"So wrong..." she mumbled out, but her hands dove down between her legs and quickly found his jutting young manhood. Pushing it down, she quickly fitted the the head of his cock into the juice slickened opening of her hairy pussy.

A spasm of perverse excitement sparked through Mark’s mind as he leaned forward and eased his cock down into the his mother's pussy. Oh, God, he said to himself. He was in her! His cock was inside his mother’s pussy! He was fucking his mother!

He wanted to ram his cock into her, take her totally, fully with one lunge. But he also wanted to savour every moment. Take her slowly and lovingly so he could treasure every second of the desecration. He wanted her to feel him inside her. Feel him slowly entering her sacred chalice bit by bit until he was totally buried inside the hallowed chamber.

Deeper and deeper he went, until finally, he couldn't take it anymore and lunged forward finishing the defilement and driving himself down all the way to the hilt.

"Unhhhh!" she grunted out as their groins wetly slapped together and his balls slapped up against her upturned arse.

Holding himself immersed in the forbidden void, he could feel the soft, warm soles of her feet pressing against the sides of his head and her sharp fingernails clawing at his belly.

Leaning down, he found her lips as he tenderly kissed her. Then he started moving, rocking back and forth as he fucked her with loving tenderness.

"Ohh Mark so wrong...so good..." she gurgled out, reaching up and locking her hands behind his head.

Looking down into her beautiful, brown eyes, Mark saw a distant, faraway look, as if she were staring right through him. As if he wasn't even there! But he was, working his hips back and forth and sliding his hard young cock in and out of her wet hairy pussy. He was there fucking her! Fucking her as the storm crackled and boomed outside. Everything was perfect, he thought. The perfect storm!, his mother's dainty feet waving in the air beside his head as he fucked her. And with her pelvis tipped up, he was sinking down intoned, she lifted her arse off the bed, thrusting herself up at him on every stroke.

"This is so wrong...so good..." she gurgled, pulling his face down to hers and finding his lips with hers.

He could feel her trembling again, straining as she thrust herself back against his determined attack.

"Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!" came a loud knocking on the door!

"What the fuck!" Mark cursed.

Pulling back, Mark guiltily jerked his stiff, hard cock out of her drooling pussy.

"What? What's wrong?" his mother mumbled seemingly in a trance.

"The door—someone is at the door!" he grumbled, crawling back out from between her legs and dropping his feet to the floor.

Mark was in a panic! Who could it be?.

There were so many things that could go wrong and explode in their faces, he thought.

Staggering over to the door, he looked out the peephole and saw a man standing outside the door. Who was he, Mark frantically wondered? He had never seen the man before!

Leaving the little chain restraint locked and with his heart racing a thousand miles an hour, he slowly reached down and cautiously opened the door a crack.

As the door opened a crack, the man tried to see inside the room through the crack.

"Uh, Yes..." Mark choked out.

"Looks like the storm is over and we're just going around checking to make sure that everyone is okay..." the man said, still trying to see into the room.

"Uh, yeah, uh, everything is fine," Mark mumbled, a gush of relief washing over him. "Yeah, uh, we're fine!"

"Well, okay," the man grinned, " have a good night!"

Easing the door closed, Mark turned and leaned back against it, trying to keep his wobbly knees from giving way.

"It was the manager," Mark mumbled, looking over and seeing that his mother was lying in the bed with the covers once again pulled up under her chin. "He wanted to know if we were okay."

"Oh," his mother murmured, making no move to drop the covers.

Then Mark glanced over and saw the open blinds on the window where they had been watching the storm.

"Shit! He could see us," he groaned, reaching up and flicking off the light switch plunging the room back into darkness.

Just then, the soft light of the lamp on the nightstand filled the room as Mark rushed over and closed the blinds.

slowly walking back to the bed with his young penis now at half-mast.

Helen’s, her eyes dropping down to his young cock, but making no move to uncover herself.

"Uh, you okay mum?" he asked her.

"Uh, I guess so," she said, her voice quavering ever so slightly. "Just thinking what would happen if we got caught..."

"We won't get caught mum," he told her. "And even if we did, no one knows you're my mother here!"

"But that's the scary part," she whispered. "What if they did find out? I could go to jail or something even worse! So many bad things could happen..."

"But they won't mum! No one will ever know but you and me!" Mark said, reaching for the covers to pull them back off her.

"I'm scared," she said, fighting to hold onto the covers as he strained to pull them off.

"Everything will be okay, Mum”.

At last he was able to pull the covers off her, he saw that her legs were now firmly pressed together hiding herself from him.

"But, Mum..." he groaned out, clutching at her knees with his hands.

"This is so wrong, Mark, we can’t." she whined, fighting to keep her knees pressed together.

Leaning down, he gently kissed her quivering knee and felt an ever so slight weakening in her resistance as his hands were able to force her legs apart a tiny bit more.

"Please, Mum..." he begged and felt her weakening, letting the gap between her legs widen even more.

"It’s Wrong...so wrong..." she whimpered. But more and more strength was flowing out of her legs and Mark was able to force them apart until at last, they were lying flat against the bed. Now she lay before him spread wide open and completely exposed to him.

"Ohh mum," he whispered, slowly, lovingly kissing his way down the soft smoothness of her inner thigh. His lips crept lower and lower, closer and closer to the bush of pubic hair that lay between her widely splayed legs.

At last his lips found it and he gently probed the weeping slit, spreading the pink lips apart and further exposing her. Then, with the fleshy lips spread and open, he slowly moved up to her clit.

A soft, gurgling murmur escaped from her lips as the tip of his tongue tickled across the jutting rosebud of flesh.

"Mark...No... it’s wrong..." she murmured out, as her fingers dug down into his hair, pushing, forcing his mouth down onto her clit. "Touch me there..."

Mark’s cock was already hard, menacingly jutting out as he lazily flicked his tongue back and forth across his mother's clit. Finally, as his mother began to writhe and whine, Mark slowly kissed his way up over the swatch of soft curls up onto her trembling, tensed belly.

"Don't...don't go!" she fussed. "Touch me there darling..."

Ignoring her, he kissed down into the indention of her belly button and kept kissing higher and higher until his lips found one of the swollen nipples jutting out from one of her tits.

Gently sucking on it, he looked up over the swell of her breast to see that his mother had her eyes closed. There was a happy look of bliss on her face as he continued to pluck and pull on the stiff nipple with his lips. Finally, Mark kissed his way down into the deep valley between her big tits and then up onto the other tit. He quickly found its jutting prize and sucked it into his mouth. Using his tongue, he flicked and licked at it, feeling it harden and swell




At last, he let the swollen nipple slither out of his mouth and kissed his way up the long slope of her big breast to the juncture of her neck. As he did, he felt the head of his cock nudge up against the hairy wetness between her splayed legs. Then as he gently nibbled at her neck, he felt her fingers on his young cock pushing its head down to the wet opening of her vagina.

"Ohh Mark this is so wrong..." she mumbled out.

Nibbling and kissing his way up her neck, he eased his penis back into the clutching heat of her wet pussy. He heard a soft murmur as he kissed his way up the underside of her chin. Moving ever higher and deeper, he kissed up over her chin, then on up to her lips. When their lips intimately touched, Mark found that he was once again totally immersed in the warm moistness of her pussy. Then as they passionately kissed, tongues warring and sparring, he felt his mother's hands curl around his waist, just above his hips.

"Mum..." he mumbled out into her mouth, feeling her fingernails dig in as she began to gently push and pull on him, coaxing him to begin fucking her once again.

"Ummmmmmm..." she breathed out, filling his mouth with her hot breath, thrusting her pubis up against him, trying to get him to start.

Her soft thighs squeezed against him, rubbing, urging him as her pussy clutched and grabbed at his imbedded young cock.

"Pleasssssseeee!" she hissed out into his mouth, thrusting her big tits into his chest, rubbing them against him as her whole body writhed in need of him!

Sensing that need and seeing that his mother's anguish was at a fever's pitch, Mark jerked his arse back and began to pound away at her hairy pussy with wild abandon.

"Oh—Yesssssss!" she hissed again, thrusting her whole body at him, rubbing it against him as he hammered away at her pussy in a frenzied, crazed assault.

Their bodies glistening with sweat, they continued to clash against each other.

He could feel the tips of his mother's fingers on his arse, pushing down, forcing him down against her as he savagely humped away at her. Her slippery thighs were squeezing against his hips, rubbing against him while she had her back arched, thrusting herself up against the onslaught. Eyes closed, her mouth clenched shut, her sweaty forehead etched with a frown, she fought on, grinding her big tits against his heaving chest. The muscles encircling her tight pussy were squeezing down around his hard young cock as she panted her way toward her orgasm.

Mark jerked his hips back and forth faster and faster. He could feel his own orgasm rapidly approaching as his cum-filled balls slapped up against his mother's arse.

Then he heard his mother gasp and her back arched even more, thrusting herself up against him as her whole body went stiff.

"Oh...Noooooooooo!" she groaned out pulling him down onto her while she trembled and shook.

It was too much for Mark ! Jerking his hips forward, he buried his cock down into her spasming pussy as a giant gusher of hot cum spurted out of it, filling his mother’s sacred chamber.

"No—no—no—" his mother cried out, her legs squeezing against his thighs as his arse clenched every time his young cock sent another gush of cum into her pussy. "Can't—can't—oh—no—!"

But Mark was in a euphoric daze, unable to comprehend his mother's moaning protest. They were cumming! She was climaxing! He was cumming in her pussy! Filling it with his hot seed! Why was she objecting to their lovemaking? She had been just as caught up in it as he had...yet now she didn't want him to finish inside her? Why? Why?

He felt scorned. She had taken him inside her, but now she didn't want his gift to her.

Feeling total rejection, he jerked his young cock back out of the cum-filled pussy just as the last gob spurted out of it and splashed down onto the lips of her pussy.

"What? Why?" he gasped, rolling off her and flopping down beside her. "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she wept, reaching over and pulling him to her.

"What's wrong?" he asked, feeling her tear-stained cheek resting on his shoulder.

"I...I'm not taking any birth control pills! I didn't think that I would need to...I don't want to get pregnant!"

"I'm sorry mum," Mark mumbled, feeling even more rejected than ever. "I didn't think!..."

Mark’s mind was in turmoil. Pregnancy was something he hadn't even thought about. All he had cared about was fucking his mother's pussy. Those consequences weren't a consideration at that time. Nothing else had mattered. Now his mother was telling him that she didn't want to get pregnant!

A baby?. He was too young to be a father! Wasn't he?.

"What...what are you going to do?".

"I...I don't know...I just don't know," she mumbled sleepily. "I just don't know..."

Let get some sleep Mark. I will work it out in the morning....

Mark awoke with a nagging itch inside his brain warned him that things weren't right. He was almost afraid to open his eyes. Then, he realised there was a warm soft body pressed up against him. He couldn't get his mind around it all.

It was his mother! It was his mother lying next to him! And he had made love to her last night during the storm!

He reached out and d****d his arm across her breasts.

"Ummmm...." he heard her murmur as she snuggled herself up against him.

"Mum..." Mark whispered into her ear.

As he spoke, he saw her eyes open as she turned to face him. Eyes wide open, she stared at him in bewilderment.

"Mark..." she gasped, staring into his eyes.

Mark could see the panic in her eyes but didn't know what to do.

Finally, he gave her breast a gentle squeeze.

"No! No! No, you can't!" she cried out, throwing his arm off her and shoving him away. "We can't! No more! Not again!"

Mark was stunned. Stunned by what she had said and by the fury of her rebuff. After all, he hadn't ****d her. She had been willing. Oh, there had been a little resistance at first, but that had quickly melted away. So why was she so angry now?

As he watched, she rolled out of bed, hands and arms flying everywhere, trying to hide her tits and hairy pussy from him. Bewildered, he watched her flee toward the bathroom. As she did, he couldn't keep his eyes off her beautiful arse as it jiggled with each fleeing step.

"Mum..." he mumbled out after her as he heard the bathroom door slam shut.

His mind reeling, he stood by the bed searching for his underpants. He couldn't even remember taking them off. Finding them, he pulled them up his legs. Then he stumbled back over to his bed and quickly pulled on his shorts and tee shirt. After finding his trainers, he decided to start getting everything ready for the trip home. The long, miserable ride home!

He already had the car packed and ready to leave before his mother finally came out of the bathroom wearing the same blouse and short skirt she had worn yesterday.

"Mum..."Mark tried to speak.

"I don't want to talk about it," she angrily shut off.
His mother looked around the room. Then, seeing that he had already packed the car, she huffily stomped out to the car.

There was a deathly silence between them. The only sounds were the hiss of the air rushing by the car and even that was muted by the music on the radio for the next three hours. Occasionally glancing over at his mother, Mark could see that she was crying, tears streaming down her cheeks as she sat blankly staring out the front window.

"We can never, ever say anything to anyone about last night," she sniffed.

"But, Mum..." he tried to speak again.

"I don't want to talk about it!" she told him angrily shoving her door open the moment the car stopped moving.

Mark watched her as she stormed toward the house. Even now, he couldn't keep his eyes off her perfect arse abruptly twitching from side to side as she hurried up to the door. The same beautiful arse he had in his hands on last night, he giddily thought. And somehow, some way, there had to be a way to get it in his hands on it again...

The next week passed in a blur for Mark. There hadn't been more than ten words pass between him and his mother.

Mark sat in his room. He could feel the silence of the house closing in on him. Then, he heard to door to his mother's bedroom close with an emphatic thud. Mark had to talk to her. The past week had been the most miserable week in his whole life. He had to apologise to her, but somehow show her how much he loved her. It had been the longest week of his life. He wanted things to be like they were at the hotel that night!

Hurrying down the hallway, he stopped in front of her bedroom door. Taking a deep breath, he reached for the doorknob. Trying to turn it, he found that the door was locked.

"Mum, open the door, we need to talk," he shouted, knocking on the door.

"I am not going to talk about it," he heard his mother say back at him through the door. "It's done with, now go away!"

"You can't stay in there all weekend," he shouted back. "You'll have to come out sometime...and I'll be here...waiting to talk!"

"You don't want to talk," she angrily fired back. "I know what you want! And you can't have it! We can't go there again."

"Mum, let me in, Please..."

"No! Now go away," she told him.

Mark was in a rage. He wanted to kick in the door, rush inside, take her in his arms and make her see what they were missing. But somehow logic ruled. He knew that he couldn't! Rattling the doorknob one last time, he turned and stormed back down to his room.

He had found the woman of his dreams. The only problem was that she was his mother.

The next morning, Mark was up at the crack of dawn, hoping to find a way into her room. In his boxer shorts, he padded down the hallway to his mother's bedroom. Reaching down, he ever so gently twisted the doorknob. It turned! The door wasn't locked, he feverishly thought. Had she left it unlocked on purpose? Had she changed her mind? Or had she gone somewhere and forgotten to lock it? Either way, it didn't matter now. It was unlocked. Pushing the door open, he peered into the room.

There she was, he ecstatically thought. She was standing in front of her chest of drawers poking through one of the drawers. And all she had on was a pair of the sheerest knickers he'd ever seen. The crack running down the middle of her lovely arse was clearly visible through the transparent knickers as Mark felt excitement fire off down in his young cock. Raising his eyes up her back, he could see the rounded curve of her big breasts protruding out beyond her ribcage. She seemed completely oblivious to his presence as he stood staring at her for the longest time while down inside his shorts his young cock grew harder and harder.

Finally, she must have found what she was looking for as she plucked something out of the drawer and shoved the drawer shut. Then she turned toward him.

"Mark!" she shrieked, dropping whatever it was she had in her hand and folding her arms in front of her beautiful, breasts. "I don't want you in here!"

"You know, Mum! You know why I'm in here..." he said, taking a step toward her.

"No! No, you can't. We can't. Go away," she ordered, backing away from him, banging up against the chest of drawers in the process. "Don't come any closer..."

"I need you so much," he whined, taking another step.

"Mark, think. Think about what you're doing..." she whimpered.

"I can't think about anything else, Mum," he said, taking another step.

"I'm your mother," she cried. "What we did that night was so, so wrong! And we can't."

Now he was so close to her, he could feel her hot breath on his face. It oddly reminded him of that night in the hotel when they had stood so close.

"Please, Mark, think please," she pleaded, straining back against the chest of drawers as Mark reached out and slowly curled his arm around behind her back.

"Mum..." Mark whispered, pulling her to him and leaning in to kiss her on the lips.

"No, Mark, please," she whimpered, keeping her arms clutched around her breasts and turning her face away from him to avoid his lips.

Then, as Mark placed a lingering kiss on her cheek, he reached over to her quivering belly and eased his hand down under the waistband of her sheer knickers.

"NO! No. Please Mark," she cried out as Mark tickled his fingers over pubic bush, "You can't..."

Twisting and squirming, she seemed more intent in hiding her breasts from him than with protecting her pussy as she continued to hold her arms crushed against her chest. Holding onto her tightly, Mark felt her wriggling, trying to escape his hold as he probed the wetness between her legs. Just then, Mark found the opening of her pussy and eased a finger up into it.

"Oh, God, Mark, please don't," she wept, tears beginning to course down her cheeks, smudging her mascara as they did. "Don't do that..."

But Mark would not be deterred. Jerking his hand out of her knickers, he reached down and quickly rapped his arms around her. Trying to keep from falling out from his arms, she wrapped her arms around his neck as he struggled over to her bed. Her big breasts, now unrestrained and bare, flounced about wildly until he gently deposited her on the bed and she threw them back up to cover herself.

Mark saw his mother's eyes as they darted down to his crotch. Looking down, he saw that his hard young cock was sticking out through the opening of his shorts. He wanted her so bad but that would have to come later. First, he had to convince her that it was okay. Just as he had convinced her that night. As she lay looking up at him, he leaned down over her and eased his fingers under the stretchy waistband of her sheer knickers.

"No Mark please no" dropping her hands down and grabbing at her knickers.

As she did, Marks eyes darted up to the flattened mountains of flesh on her chest. Just then, there was a soft ripping sound as her knickers gave way and came loose in his hands.

"No, please, Darling ..." she begged as Mark pulled the tattered remains of her knickers down her legs.

Tossing her knickers on the floor, Mark saw that she had her legs clamped together and her hands were covering her hairy pussy from his leering eyes.

"Mum..." Mark groaned out, dropping down to his knees and forcing his hands down between her legs.

Mark spread her legs apart as she struggled to keep them clamped together. Mark was determined to spread her legs open and take her with his tongue....

"Mark, Darling, please stop," Helen groaned at the same moment the resistance went out her legs and they flew apart. But she kept her hands shoved down, covering her hairy pussy.

Crawling on his knees, he moved up between her legs and grabbed hold of her hands, he was able to pull her hands away off her pussy. Then, he leaned down and pursed his lips around her clit.

"Mark..." she gasped as he began flicking his tongue back and forth across the bulb of her clit. As he did, he could feel it hardening under his tongue.

As Helen stopped resisting, Mark continued to attack her clit with his tongue. Then, he felt her fingers curl down into his hair, forcing his mouth down on her as she gently humped her hairy pussy up against his mouth and chin.

"Mark," she groaned out again.

Lifting his hands up to her breasts and clutching them in his hands. She had finally given in to him.

Licking and lapping away at her clit, he drank in the scent of her excitement as her juices finally began to flow out and coat his tongue with its sweet stickiness. Her pussy was readying itself. Readying itself to accept his hard young cock. Just thinking about it made him even harder. Then, as he hungrily slurped away at her clit, he pulled one hand away from her breast and reached down to her juicy opening, he eased two fingers up into the wetness.






He was finger-fucking his mother's pussy, he giddily thought as he slowly worked his fingers in and out of the wet pussy.

"Mark..." she groaned out, thrusting herself back at his probing fingers while he teased and tormented her clit with his probing tongue. "We can't Darling..."

Her free breast softly undulated up and down in cadence with her gentle thrusting, making its aroused nipple bobble and jiggle while he roughly plucked and twisted the other one. Her dark brown hair was already damp with sweat as she fought toward her finish. Slowly bringing her along, Mark flicked his tongue back and forth across her clit, then up and down on it, then swirled it round and round making his tongue flutter all over it as his mother squirmed under him.

"Almost there..." she whispered, her movement growing more and more frantic as her breath was coming is short, gasping pants. "Almost...oh, can't..."

Mark now had her clit sucked out of its fleshy, little sheath and was attacking it with fevered impatience, goading her along toward her finish. He could feel her whole body tensing, muscles straining and tightening as she fought closer and closer.

"Fuckkkkkkkk!" she finally gasped out as her whole body stiffened for a few seconds and then began to shiver while she clutched at his head, shoving his mouth down against her spewing cunt.

Mark’s mouth, was drenched with the hot, wet juices spurting out of her pussy as she came and came. But even though she was finishing, Mark didn't relent and kept tormenting her clit and working his fingers in and out of her sopping, wet pussy.

Slowly, her orgasm began to relent and return control back over to her as her body began to relax, the tension flowing out of her muscles while she slowly sank back down onto the bed.

"This is so wrong," she mumbled, tiredly pushing up on her elbows and looking down at Mark.

Mark didn't answer. Instead, he grasped hold of her thighs and slowly pushed up between her outstretched legs. As he did, he saw her eyes drop down to his stiff young cock as it stuck out through the opening of his shorts. It was so hard and stiff, it's head was already pointing straight up at the ceiling.

Then her eyes drifted back up to his. He could see the indecision in them. He had seen that look before. It looked like she was about to bolt and run. But another quick glance down at his cock, then across his arms and pecs and she, slowly, submissively dug her elbows down into the mattress, lifted her legs up and slowly scooted back to the middle of the bed using her heels and elbows to push. Once she was far enough back, with only her feet dangling over the edge of the bed, she stopped and slowly spread her legs.

"We'll both go to hell for this darling..." she whimpered, her eyes on Mark’s hard cock jutting out under him as he crawled up onto the bed and up between her outstretched legs.

"But heaven first," he murmured, crawling up her body, pausing with his mouth just above her big breasts. Dropping down onto his belly, trapping his cock between it and the bed with its head pressed against her sex, he leaned down and gently pursed his lips around one of her hardened nipples. Tickling his tongue over the puffy nub, he began to gently suck on it.

"Oh, my baby boy..." Helen moaned, wrapping her arm around behind his head and cradling him against her breast as he lovingly suckled it. "I wish I had milk for you darling."

Feeling a close sense of intimacy, Mark continued to suck and pluck at the swollen nipple with his lips, feeling it growing harder and firmer as he did. But at last, his patience was exhausted and he let her nipple slip out from between his lips.

"Put it in you, Mum...help me put my cock in your hairy pussy," Mark groaned wanting her collusion. He wanted her more than anything, but if she wasn't complicit in it what was the use of it all? He had to make her join in their communion.

Everything ground to a stop. Neither of them breathed. The only sound was the deafening "tick-tock-tick-tock" of the clock sitting on the nightstand by the bed. Then he felt her fingers on his young cock. Pushing on it, she bent his cock down and slowly rubbed its purple head up and down between her wet pussy lips to coat it with her slippery love juice. Then she fitted the tapered head down into the wet opening of her vagina.

"Push it in," she whispered. "Push your cock into my pussy darling!"

Staring down into her eyes, he gave out a soft grunt and began to ease his cock down into the tight clutch of her pussy as she unflinchingly stared back up at him.

"Is this all I am to you, now? Am I just a pussy for you to fuck?" she coldly asked him.

"God, no, Mum? I love you—I love you so much," Mark told her.

"Fuck me Mark!" he heard her whisper as her thighs slithered up his hips and her heels dug into his arse. "Fuck your mummy’s pussy with your hard cock..."

"Oh God..." he groaned out, jerking his arse back and then sending his cock ripping back into her all the way up to the hilt a second time.

"Yesssss!" she hissed. "Fuck me and make me come again! And again! And again!"

Mark became a madman. His arse flew back and forth so fast it became a pink blur as he savagely fucked her. But even as he did, he could feel her heels beating against his bouncing arse, goading him on, urging him to fuck her harder and harder. As they fucked, her giant tits were flouncing up and down so wildly, they were pattering up against the bottom of her chin.

Time and space ceased to exist for Mark. There was only them...him and her...his cock and her pussy...alone in the world...nothing else mattered but the clinging bonding of their bodies...penis and vagina as one, joined in there i****tuous union

Was it worth it, he frantically asked himself?. An eternity in hell for these few fleeting moments of heaven in his mother's arms? These moments in her wet hairy pussy?

YES, YES, YES, he feverishly thought.

"Mark, Ohh Mark, my Darling boy" his mother gasped out, her body suddenly stiffening as she groaned out a straining grunt and thrust herself against him. Seeing the anguished look of pleasure and agony contort her face, Mark lost control and felt his cock buck down inside her spasming pussy. A sizzle of pleasure tore through it as it spurted out a massive gush of hot cum into his mother's clutching cunt. Her fingers were clawing at his arse cheeks, the muscles in her thighs pulling him deeper inside the clutching core of her womanhood as she dug her heels into his clenched arse. Mark could feel her pussy sucking out his cum as his cock continued to spurt out gush after gush of sperm into her ravenous cunt. Grunting, Mark thrust into her every time another spasm of pleasure spasmed down through his cock. Mark wished it would never end, as their sweaty bodies ground together and he felt his mother's slippery breasts rubbing against his chest. Her swollen nipples were digging into his skin as he leaned down to kiss her. Then their lips touched.

They kissed softly, lovingly for a moment, then crushed against each other as their mouths opened and their tongues warred. Mark couldn't get enough of her. It was the most all-consuming feeling he had ever had as his love for her poured through him.

"Mum...Mum...Mum..." he groaned out into her mouth.

They lay locked in their loving embrace, their bodies still joined as one. But at last, drained and robbed of its potency, Mark’s limp, cum coated penis came slithering out of her wet hairy pussy with a soft slurp. When it did, it was followed by a river of his gooey, white cum that came pouring out of the widely stretched opening of her vagina.

"Mum, I love you," Mark whispered, slowly inching back down until his head was resting on one of her breasts. Cupping the mountain of soft, pliant flesh, he brought its hard nipple to his lips.

"Mark, oh, Mark, how can anything so terribly wrong feel this good?" she murmured, running her fingers through his sweaty hair. "How can that be?"

"Love can make things right, Mum," Mark said, then slowly licked the tip of his tongue around the pebbled circle of darkened flesh surrounding his mother's jutting nipple.

"No, Mark , no. Nothing can make this right," she said as a big tear slowly made its way down her cheek. "As much as I want it to be right, it will never be right. As much as you want to make it right, it won't ever be right..."

"Don't cry, Mum," he mumbled, rolling out from between her legs and snuggling up next to her. Leaning over, he tenderly kissed away the tear on her cheek and slowly ran his hand down over her belly. Then as she turned and gave him a soft, lingering kiss on the lips, he found the sticky wetness between her legs and slowly eased a finger up into her moist warmth pussy.

"Oh, Mum..." he murmured, slowly working his finger in and out of the gooey opening as he rubbed his thumb over her clit.

"I have to go," she mumbled, reaching down and pushing his hand away. "I have things to do, today."

"But, Mum," he complained, "what about us? Can’t we spend a little time to together”.

"I'll be back," she said, rolling away from him and pushing up off the bed. "But there are things I have to do, first."

"What?" he disappointedly asked.

"Things," she murmured, bending down and picking up her torn knickers. "Things...like buying more knickers if you're going to be so rough with me."

"I'm sorry. It was an accident. I won't do it again," he mumbled. Then she slowly stepped back over to her chest of drawers as Mark watched her arse quiver and ripple with each step. He watched as she reached into the drawer and pulled out a sexy, red bras made of see-through red lace. Wrapping it around her waist, she