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"How do you feel holding my hand for the first time as we're both naked?" I pondered as we made to Pete's room.

"Invigorating, Mom," he answered as we both entered the room.

I let go of his hand and turned to the door.

I shut it and slowly revolved back to him. "Are you masturbating to your mom?" I questioned before calmly leaning down to my knees.

"Yes," he responded, stroking it calmly. "Are you crawling now?"

I nodded as I made it to him. I slathered my lips as my eyes went down to his member and then I lazily brought my right hand to it.

He instantly lifted his hand off it, and I grabbed onto it. "I swear, I won't be mad, but did you really watch me have sex with Sandra?"

"Yes," he moaned, twitching a bit. "Why did you have sex with her anyway?"

"We were horny, young man," I alerted him, rubbing his pecker. "We both confessed that we had sex with each other's sons, so shit happens," I informed him before a pause. "You aren't judging me, are you?"

"No, Mom, I'm sorry."

"Don't be," I informed him, coming his way right before I kissed him. "I'm not judging you either for sticking it to a married MILF. Words can not express how much I love you, Joe."

I lazily came up on the bed with him, but got on his right side without letting go of his wood. I had my boobs press on his arm a little bit, and he couldn't resist the urge to check them out again. Neither of us spoke for a couple of minutes as I gave him a hand job, but nothing needed to be said even with the high caliber of the situation.

Although, he pushed my hand off his schlong and then he gently pushed me down to the bed. I had to smile and quake the bed in anticipation of what my horny son might do with me. I had no idea just what feelings I might have awoken in him, but I found myself more than curious to find out.

He climbed up on me, and his head came right over mine. "I love you more than life itself, may I kiss you, Mom?"

"I feel your cock poking at my vagina, son; you may do anything you want with me," I let him know, placing my hands on his butt. "And you do have your father's ass too."

"Good to know, but please don't use that word, can call it your 'pussy,' or 'snatch,' please? It sounds better that way."

"Okay, whatever makes my hung son more comfortable. Why don't you push your pecker into my twat?"

"Is your marriage really in trouble, Mom?"

"Let's not talk about it, babe. I love you, and you love me, but I'm still a woman that has needs. I don't want or need you to worry, I'm a big girl now with a son going to college, so kiss and screw me as the horny MILF I am," I proposed, caressing his butt.

He licked his lips for a few seconds, but then he swiftly dropped his lips directly to mine. Then for the first time, we both felt one another's nude bodies because we both encased our arms around each other.

Needlessly to say, my breasts became rather squished, but I only felt his member on my stomach. I wanted to feel it come inside my beaver, but I felt an even bigger desire for him to push it in himself.

I had my eyes closed during our make-out session, and I was all, but positive he did too. Regardless of the stakes that we set for ourselves, we both felt more than comfortable to walk into that bedroom together naked and make out.

"Oh, the tongue too?" I asked while kissing him.

He slowly backed his lips away. "Too much, Mom?"

"No, I'm just a little surprised, that's all. Again, when you're horny, shit happens," I mentioned before a gap. "Oh, I think your johnson wants to visit a wet and foreign land, Joe."

He opened his mouth, but I immediately placed my right pointer finger on his lips. "No, don't ask for permission or overthink it. My son, if you have a crush on me, despite how wrong it might be, then I want you to fuck me with your big dick. Just do it, and fulfill your incestuous fantasy."

"I love you, Mom, and your body feels amazing," he praised me before kissing me again.

"I don't have a condom for you, but if you cum inside me, I promise I won't be upset."

"Why?"

I sucked my lips into my mouth for a few seconds. "Joe, even though I really shouldn't, I'd be honored to carry your baby."

"What about dad?"

"Again, let's not talk about that, now just let your member lazily slide into my snatch, sound better?"

"Yes, Mom."

Our faces remained only a couple of inches away for the time being, but he didn't reach down to his pecker. I waited for him to make his move, but he seemed nervous at best. I didn't feel the need to push him, because we both knew he wanted to have sex with me.

"What if I can't please you, Mom?"

"Don't worry, hun, you made Sandra feel good right in front of me."

"She was a MILF that I'm not related to though. You're you, so I'm just incredibly uneasy, I want it, but I'm just feeling a lot of pressure now."

"Well, I felt your johnson, but would you like me to give you a blow job first? Would that increase your confidence?"

"I don't know, Mom. Would you really be willing to do that?"

"Even if you asked me two weeks ago to blow you, I would have instantly dropped to my knees, taken your wood out and let it into my mouth. I'll tell something else, I'd swallow then, and I'll swallow now if you'd fancy."

"What if I want to shoot your boobs though, would that be okay?"

"Yes, I'd be alright with you cumming anywhere you wanted on me, son. Now that we're alone, I'll tell you this: you are the sexiest man alive."

"Holy shit, Mom, that is smoking hot, and I'll take that blow job."

"Will you be able to handle it considering it is coming from your mom?"

He couldn't answer, but after a few seconds of staring, he kissed me again and swiftly got off the bed. He stood up a few inches from it and just allowed his prick to hang out there. I couldn't refuse the urge to grab onto it either.

"Would it turn you off if I told you that your dick is bigger than Pete's, Joe?" I pondered, stroking it.

"I know it is, I saw it, Mom."

"You were looking, are you curious about that kind of thing, son?"

"No, Mom," he objected, waving his hands. "I was just checking you out, but I had to see his pecker in the process."

"Okay, son," I mumbled before I kissed the very tip of his schlong. "I'm glad you liked what you saw."

We made constant eye contact as I just teased him a bit. I let my tongue slighter onto his wood a few times, but I never actually licked it or allowed it into my mouth either.

"Joe?"

"Yes, Mom?"

"I know you both masturbated to us, but I must know: did you shoot more cum than Pete?"

"I don't know, Mom," he moaned, clenching his fists and stamping his feet somewhat too. "I wasn't paying attention to him exactly; it was weird enough that we were jerking off to our moms as we only a couple of feet away from each other in the first place."

"Oh," I muttered, standing up with him. "Are you anxious, son?"

"Yes."

"Even though I couldn't get you to make love to me a few minutes ago?"

"I guess," he groaned, wiping his forehead.

"Its alright," I whispered, letting the head of his member come up onto my stomach. "There is nothing that could make me stop loving you, but with me cheating on dad, do you love me even a tiny bit less?"

"No," he answered before he kissed me.

"Do you promise, Joe?" I sobbed.

"Mom, are you crying?"

"I don't want to break up our family, and I sure as hell would never want to lose you. You're my rock; you've gladly taken the position every time your father bails on date night and everything else, only we don't have sex. Ever since he took that job, I know we've become closer, maybe that's why you were checking me out. The love and lust came together and caught your interest. That's nothing to be ashamed of, my son, and neither is this," I explained before I forced him down on the bed. "Let's just keep this under our hats though," I told him before I lowered myself to my knees.

He got up onto his elbows and watched me like a hawk. I grabbed onto his johnson again with my right hand and immediately caressed it. I looked right back at him and blew him a kiss.

"You are the best mom ever," he praised me before returning the favor.

"I hope it isn't just because of this," I mentioned before I angled my head and let his cock into my mouth.

"Holy shit, my mom is blowing me now," he moaned, covering his face and twitching a bit.

I kept my eyes partially on him for a few seconds and watched his very first reaction to having me give him oral sex. 'Yes, the horny man loves it,' I thought as my lips went down halfway on his rod.

I held still right at that position and just viewed him for the time being. I didn't even have to move for him, I knew the emotional pleasure did nearly all the work all on it's own, but of course, I truly wanted to please him physically as well.

I applied a bit of pressure to his dick, and he instantly began vibrating. I had to grin, and the thrills surged through my body like flipping a light switch. By then, I didn't have my tongue come into the equation; I just stayed shallow on him for the time being.

'You like it, son, so how about this,' I thought before my lips gradually went down another inch.

"Oh, for fuck sakes, Mom, you're toying with me, but I love it," he moaned, uncovering his face.

I lazily let my lips off his schlong. "Did you look at me sucking Pete's prick?"

"Maybe once or twice."

"You didn't stare, did you?"

"No."

"Good, but I implore you to stare now," I let him know before I took his manhood into my mouth.

"And you went all the way down. Oh, I love you, Mom, you are the best mom in the world, I bullshit you not," he moaned, breathing heavily, shaking and keeping his eyes on mine.

I smiled at him the most I could, and then I calmly let my hands over to his. I took them and nonchalantly transported them over to my head. Again, I kept my lips in the same position for a moment, and just let him enjoy the pleasure.

In less than a minute, he appeared to be quivering so much that he had the whole bed trembling a little bit. I wanted him to rub my head, but he couldn't, as if he was paralyzed, and couldn't move.

Although, I was more than willing to wait and even gave him a reason to get the ball rolling. I did that by letting my lips rub onto his member again. Then he pressed his hands onto my head in direct reaction, and I loved it.

'Oh, you can do no wrong, Joe, now enjoy,' I thought before I began thrusting my lips casually.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes, Mom, that feels really damn good. I can already tell, you are a lot better than Sandra, you know just how to please me effortlessly," he let out before his hands began fondling my head.

I giggled ever so lightly for a few seconds and allowed my son to cherish the incest as I slanted my head, so my eyes were directly in front of his pubes. I made roughly an inch and a half moves on his schlong ever so slowly.

'And your pecker tastes better than Pete's, so we might make the perfect couple, son. Let's allow our love to increase and become so much closer. I never knew I'd be sucking your cock, but here we are.'

"Damn it," he whined, arching his back up and waving his arms. "I'm sorry, Mom, I have to cum already."

I let his pecker out and rose up a bit, so his member was by my tits. "Then douse your mommy's jugs, son."

"I will," he laughed before I felt his first stream strike my left boob.

I failed to even look at his rod; I just made sure to dole out his seed as much as I could blindly and enjoy the thrill of not seeing it as it splashed me. He didn't peek at his member either; he locked eyes with me and gave me the best form of affection.

Even as I never looked at his schlong, I still managed to count his shots correctly. There were six of them, and I certainly knew he sprayed at least the lion's share of the surface area of my rack. I didn't need to see it to confirm it; he brought out my sixth sense so to speak.

"I'm sorry, Mom," he apologized, catching his breath.

"What for, hun?" I inquired, coming towards him. "You don't regret this; do you?"

"No, but I wanted to last longer."

"Don't worry," I consoled him, stroking his johnson. "Who the fucks knows when your dad is coming back, so we have plenty of time to perfect your ability to hold your load. You don't even have to explain how you held out so long with Sandra. I'm your mom, and she isn't. I'm seeing that the incest is taking on it's own role, so let's roll with it," I suggested before kissing him. "I already know the answer, but was I better giving you head?"

"Yes, Mom, you squashed her," he whispered, placing his hands right over my nipples and looking at my melons. "And your jugs are far superior too. She might have been using fire, but you had the same size fire with a large dose of lighter fluid dropped on it. You have a dazzling body in every single sense of the word. These feel so damn soft and squishy, and your nipples even mushier." 

"Good answer, I know you are eternally biased towards me, but that's okay, and don't worry, son, I don't mind practicing with you. I can suck your hard dick right under your dad's nose; I don't mind. He never notices jackshit, so do you want to try again?"

"Yes, Mom."

"And give me all the cum you can spare. There is no need to feel ashamed about dousing your mother with your seed; you should feel more than encouraged to give me your white stuff."

"What if I cum in your mouth though?"

"I'll swallow, remember? Don't be so nervous; we're having sex, which means that we love each other way more than a mother and son should so let's try again," I explained before I moved my head back to his johnson.

I let it right back into my mouth and sucked the life out of it.

"Holy shit, Mom, you have just stepped into an entirely new light, and I love seeing you in it," he moaned, placing his hands back on my head. "I've always thought you were stunning, but damn, this new sexual excitement has made me truly see your beauty and make me realize how drop-dead gorgeous you are. Even your hair is perfect now; the straight blonde strands make you seem even more beautiful. I'm sorry, I'm rambling, but I can't help it now."

I nodded once and angled my head back down again. To my surprise, he managed to stay up and let strands of my hair go through his fingers. I felt him do it over and over again almost as if he was in sync with the thrusts of my lips.

'I'm sucking as hard as I can, and I'm getting a small headache, but rest assured, I'll keep going and make you feel better than you could ever imagine. You already admitted that I'm better than Sandra, but I'll make her look incredibly bad compared to me. If I know her, she is convincing Pete that she is better than me.'

"I'll never turn you in, Mom. I could never bear losing you, as a mom or a sexual partner right now. I know I haven't made love to you yet, but I know it is true."

I sparked a tear at those three sentences and placed my hands down at the base of his wood. I held it tight, and then I increased my speed to pump up the pleasure for him.

"Oh, you are going to be trouble, Mom, I know it now, but you'll make it worth it. I can't complain; you'll just be the sexy angel doubling as my mom."

Even as I just sped up my mouth, I slowed down again and calmly let my mouth off his cock again. "Do you really think so?" I sobbed slightly.

"Yes."

"I love you, Joe," I said as slowly as possible.

"I love you too, Mom," he replied at an even slower tone.

I opened my mouth again as we maintained eye contact, and inserted his member again. It went in very lazily, but I did get the whole thing in there, and then I closed my eyes. I just held in place for a moment as I didn't move at all, but he did place his palms back on my head.

After that minute, I let my soft lips come back and rub on his member again. Just as I expected, he moaned, vibrated, and pulled my hair too. Then as I got back to a regular thrusting exercise, I started feeling the intense thrills again as I knew I could even make my own son feel lovely.

Maybe it was like using cheat codes in a video game, but I still felt the connections between us and I surely knew that we had become bonded for life. Even with my infidelity, he seemed more than delighted with me, and I loved that.

"Only a loving special mom would have sex with her son, so I have to commend you for that."

I nodded again and angled my head up a little bit. Then our eyes met again as I saw him slathering his lips a bit. I never stopped letting my lips move, but then you could say we eye fucked each other.

'Oh, yes, take in a deep breath and deal with the pleasure. Make yourself love every single second of it, but rest assured, I'll fuck you all you want. I'd even suck your dick under the dining room table as you ate dinner with your father. I'd do for you in a heartbeat, and even let you shoot in my mouth. I could eat something other than my cooking at the table, and given how much you love me, you'll keep me fed, won't you?'

We both failed to let a word slip, but of course, nothing needed to be said. I just told my son I loved him endlessly with my blow job and he replied 'I love you too.' over and over again with eye contact. Regardless of the real context of it all, we loved each other and supported one another perfectly too.

I delivered the physical pleasure to him, and he gave me the emotional thrill right back by accepting my physical inspiration to make him feel good. Maybe he looked at me first, but in the end, he allowed me to please him to win him over.

I reduced my movements down to roughly an inch rather than a couple of inches. Needless to say, I still got Joe to twitch a little bit every time my lips moved back. My smile wouldn't go away at that point; he implanted his seed in me so to speak.

His eyes stayed on mine, but I saw him bitting down on his bottom lip, so his time was fast approaching. Although, nothing was stopping me from gratifying him until his white wave needed to show itself.

He managed to keep it concealed, but he gave signs that he could burst at any second. He was dealing with a patient woman, and he'd be forking over his load in due time. Whether it took him another minute or hour, I was in it to win it.

Although, just as I expected, a moment later, he covered his face and angled his head back. I let his member out and failed to moan or say anything. I just aimed it right at my face and waited all of five seconds before his first stream came blasting out like a cannon.

I had to close my eyes because of his seed, so I couldn't be sure if he watched the spectacle at all. Although, I was sure feeling his intense orgasm was more than enough for him considering who made it happen for him.

He unleashed six shots of seed to my face, and I made sure he doused it without missing a beat. Even though I never thought that would happen, I surely clung to it as the sexy connection we made together, also as I was sure he didn't watch it.

I wiped my eyes and peeked back up at him. "What, didn't you want to watch yourself submerge my face, son?"

"I'm sorry, Mom," he muttered, uncovering it. "Wow, did you want that on your face?"

"Yes, dear Joesph," I replied, rising with him and keeping my hand on his schlong. "Now, I want you to kiss me, will you please?"

"Yes, Mom," he answered before he let his hands on my butt and his lips onto mine.

He kissed me for over thirty seconds as he caressed my butt and I gave him another slow hand job.

"You're crazy, Mom," he branded me, parting his lips.

"I know, but as far 'crazy' as I go, I double down on 'love' though. I'm crazy about you, son, and after you did that for me, I'm even crazier."

"Good to know."

He moved us both back to the bed, and I gently lied down as he kept close contact with me. We stayed silent again and kissed each other on and off for a moment. Then as I felt his entire body again, he got in one more kiss before he reached for his pecker.

After only a few seconds, I felt the head come onto my slit, and he glanced back at me again. "I love you, Mom."

"I know, son, you've told me that like a hundred times now. Just prove it to me, don't say it with your lips, but with your huge dick. Let me feel it inside my pussy now."

His tongue washed his lips several times as we kept eye contact again. I found myself more than confident that he wanted to do it, but he couldn't just rip it off like a band-aid. Again, I just waited for him to make his move.

"Are you sure you won't be mad if I cum inside you?"

"No, not at all, Joe. In fact, I want you to risk the possibility. How many guys can say that their mom is carrying their baby? None, dude."

"How would we explain it to dad though? You haven't had sex with him; what would you say?"

"Simply stated: I'm carrying our son's baby. That's all, nothing more, nothing less, stud. If you want me to, I'll abort it. Your dad will never find out, I promise," I made clear, rubbing his neck. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to freak you out, Joe, but we both know we love each other, and if your dad wasn't in the picture, you'd gladly knock me up if I asked."

He took a deep breath and peeked down for a few seconds. I wasn't sure what was going through his mind, but after that, he peeked right back, and I felt the head of his schlong pressing on my lips again.

"Fuck yes I would, Mom," he moaned before he pushed his dick into my twat.

"Oh, yeah, Joe," I moaned while shedding a couple of tears and wrapping my arms around him. "Holy shit, you are making love to your mom; you're doing it right now."

"I haven't started thrusting yet," he corrected me, looking into my eyes.

"Then start, horndog, I want to feel it, pretty please," I fretted somewhat.

He grabbed onto my arms. "Only because I love you, Mom," he moaned before he actually began letting his member in and out of my cunt.

From one second to the next, we indeed crossed the line together.

"Fuck me, son, as much as I did love giving you oral sex, feeling your pecker slithering in and out of my cherry is so much better. Do you agree?"

"Fuck yes, Mom. I've loved getting blown before, but the woman's pussy has never lived up to their mouths, but yours is doing it."

"And just how many different ladies have you been with, Joe? Not including Sandra?"

"A few, you aren't upset, are you?"

"No, but let's stop talking. I want the best intimacy I can with you, Joe. Stay close to me and make incredibly sweet love to me. Not as your mother, but as your lover that happens to be your mom."

"Fair enough; I love you."

"The feeling in more than mutual," I added before I let my hands onto his shoulders.

Just as I imagined, he did commit the sexiest crime with me, which was incestuous lovemaking. We kept our eyes locked, and we threw away the key too. He had a solid grip on my arms, so he keeps moving at his slow, but steady pace.

Every time his member reentered my snatch, he did have me jolt just a tad. Not enough for me to close my eyes, or dig my nails into his flesh, but he did push on my defenses a little bit. Just as I figured, it indeed was just as much of an emotional pleasure as a physical one.

Even as I had my eyes right on his, I had no issue imagining the taboo, but the loving possibility of him getting me pregnant. Admittedly I didn't know what I'd do in that instance, but the idea of it turned me on to no end.

'Yes, I could imagine having you making love to me every single night while raising our baby together, Joe. Your dad wouldn't be there, but what would he miss? Nothing, so don't be afraid of letting your baby juice flow into me. I'll keep to my word if that's what you truly want, but I know we could make it work together. Whatever that means, I know it, because I love you. It just took you making love to me for me to know it.'

His chest continually rubbed onto my breasts, which made the whole experience even hotter. I desired to peek down at my hooters, but I couldn't possibly deny that he was probably giving me the most intimate and loving look I'd ever get from him.

Although, he also couldn't resist the temptation to kiss me on and off as well. Then I couldn't just keep my hands on his shoulders anymore; I had to bring them down to his butt. I immediately cheesed and scrubbed his butt cheeks hard.

"That got you to laugh, son."

He failed to let a word drop, he just kissed me again, and then he inserted a gap. His hands also jumped over to my thighs as well, so he could make love to me appropriately. In that position, he also managed to increase his thrusts letting at least half of his wood out with each one.

I had to bring my hands back and lie entirely, but then I let them over onto my slit. "Your father never got me this wet, Joe."

"Am I bigger than him, Mom?"

"I don't know; I haven't seen his dick in a while, son. If he doesn't want to fill my holes, I'll give you the job."

He nodded and bit down on his bottom lip too, so I knew the pressure was getting to him. I still evidently wanted him to push himself to enchant me as much as he could. I already found myself in a dream where Joe and I took our relationship to a significant new level.

"Holy shit, your twat is certainly drenched, Mom, I barely even have to move. Your juice is doing all the work for me."

"That only happens with guys I truly love and get sexually fired up, dude. You did it without even trying; I felt it as soon as I saw you checking me out."

"When you were doing, Pete?"

"Yep, when you could have been looking at Sandra's knockers, you were peeking at mine. That's saying something, Joe. Maybe you're messed up, but then so am I," I mentioned, placing my palms onto his cheeks and leaning up with him. "That makes me love you more, son. You'll be my only kid, but I'm forever grateful that you filled that slot for me, thank you," I told him before kissing him. "Words can't express my feelings for you now."

"I believe you," he assured me before pushing me back down. "Only a stunning and loving mom like you could form such feelings where they can surpass your spouse. I can't speak for Sandra, but it seems that you are too good of a mom. How else can you explain your likeness for this?"

"I don't know, but promise me, we can do it again after today. Even if it is just one more time, tell me this isn't the last time I get to feel your schlong inside me."

"This isn't the last time, Mom, I swear. I'll fuck you nonstop for days if you wish me to, only because I love you like no one else in the world. I can't praise you enough, even though you are cheating on dad, I can't help it. I love you, I love you, and I love you some more. You're the best mom I could ever wish for, and the sexiest one too. You're drop-dead gorgeous, and I want to beat the crap out of dad for neglecting you, but it might fuck up my chances to screw you again."

"No, to hell with that bullshit," I groaned through my teeth, bringing my palms to his chest. "If I want to see this hairy chest again or any part of your body unclothed again, I'll do it. You can't just show me the goods, let me take you for a ride and just cut me off after that. I won't let you do it, so be prepared for some mother/son incestuous fun, Joe."

"Wow, that is smoking hot, Mom. My cock is your cock; if you need it, then I'm willing to share it with you."

"Damn right, son, now shove it inside. Get it in there so deep that you can't yank it back out. Do it for me."

"Shit, Mom, what the fuck?" he fretted, pounding me even harder. "You are going to make me cum; you don't want me to shoot too soon, do you?"

"Shoot that hot and sticky seed whenever the fuck your dick dictates, horny devil. If you need to blow, dear, then do it. I will literally never judge you, every single damn second we've been having sex, I've adored you."

Suddenly, he broke eye contact and leaned his head back.

"Yes, cum inside me, son. Fill me up as much as possible; I want to feel every single drop you can spare," I begged him, setting my palms on his face.

He couldn't look directly at me, but his featured face was appropriate considering what was in the middle of at the moment. His body moved, so he pushed my body onto the bed more and more with each shot.

"I feel it, Joe, it is all oozing inside of me, and it could get to my womb now. I love you so much for risking it for me."

After a few seconds of catching his breath, he lazily angled his head back towards mine. Then he swiftly lowered his head to mine. Our lips came together again, and we wrapped our arms around one another too.

His rod stayed inside me, and his chest practically got my breasts glued to it. We made out as lovers again and surely didn't take even a single second of our sexual time for granted. We knew how we felt, but it seemed our feelings just kept getting stronger by the minute.

After a ten-minute make-out session, I gently pushed his lips off mine. "Joe, it is never the time length of the sex that matters; it is the quality of it. Did we connect, have fun, ever doubt for a second that we might regret it? Yes, yes and no. If your dick goes inside me, then it gets pleasured, and you have to let loose when the time comes."

"You wouldn't call it sexy if it just lasted for thirty seconds though."

"Well, the other thing you have to remember: I'm me, and you're you. Let's just say the rules can be altered somewhat when it comes to having sex with family members."

"Again: okay, Mom," he mentioned before kissing me again and letting his schlong out.

Then I rose up with him and grabbed onto his member. "I'm not kidding, I'd love to carry your baby, and I'd be over the moon if to have you in my bed every night. Now, grab my knockers," I ordered him, stroking it.

He followed that order and came close to me too. "When was the last you had sex with dad?"

"I honestly don't remember, son, but I know this: every time that we do it, it'll tattoo itself in my head. You have a nice dick, and you know how to use it too. The intimacy that you've already demonstrated is the bread and butter so to speak."

"What if dad finds out?"

"I won't let him, but if he does..."

"So, it is possible for him to find out?"

I took a deep breath. "Yes," I answered before kissing Joe. "Although, I swear I'll fight like hell for him not to do a damn thing. Your father neglects us when he is with us, he still gets lost in his mind, and he doesn't make real time for us. There is nothing wrong with this, because he practically forfeited me, putting me back on the market. I may sleep in the same bed with him, but he's not that loving man anymore. He doesn't spend time with me or even want sex. The best I've got is an invitation for shower sex today, that's not quality intimacy. I've only given you head, and you've made love to me, but I already know, you love me more than a mom, and we would work. Maybe right now I have a lot of pent up sexual energy that needs dealing with, but I know I love this cock. It is so hard and sexy too," I muttered stroking it.

"And you have marvelous boobs, Mom," he let out, glancing down at them. "I've seen a lot in porn, but you take the cake."

"You're extra sweet, Joe."

Then he lowered his head to my left tit and uncovered my nipple.

"Oh, I like that, horny man," I moaned, keeping my hands on his pecker. "Get your mom's nipple while I pleasure you. We can gratify each other perfectly, can't we?"

I didn't get an answer, but his lips and tongue attacked my nipple nonstop for a while as my hands never stopped moving. He gave off a few pop shots already, so I thought for sure he'd be light on cum, but yet, I still found myself wanting more.

"How about if I do this," I muttered before I moved my body back and forth a few times. "Follow my jugs, son. Make those your bitches, and please them. Do it, and make sure you let them know that you love them too."

"I love your bosoms, Mom," he let out, failing to glance at me.

"More than my hands?"

"Yes."

Then I suddenly slowed down my strokes and made them rather intimate instead. I moved forward just a little bit and let Joe's head come to rest on my shoulder. We both stayed on our knees and of course, stayed close too.

I evidently fancied wrapping my arms around him and getting him even closer to me, but yet, I couldn't force myself to let go of his manhood. I kept my left hand at the base, and my right one rubbed his wood ever so slowly to make him feel good.

"Oh, you have a slick tongue, son. I surely hope you didn't let Sandra feel all of this pleasure; you saved quite a bit for your mom, right?"

He failed to peek back at me, but nodded.

"Oh, you sexy man," I moaned, moving the top half of my body forward and back a few times. "You are quite alluring now, finger fucking your mom too? You must love her," I moaned, having my whole body vibrate.

"I do, Mom, and your slit is wetter than a monsoon. I haven't even let my fingers in there yet."

"Don't worry, son, if the room fills up with my lady juice, you can lie on my breasts, they are great life preservers. Let those fingers into my snatch if you like, do whatever you feel is right, but remember: consequential incest is always right." 

I didn't hear him agree, but of course, having him continue to please me could only mean that he did, in fact, agree with me. Feeling him finger me seemed surreal as his fingers went back and forth on my lips just as slowly as I stroked his cock.

"This seems not only heavenly, but maybe that we are a match made in heaven. Well, incest heaven anyway, because incest is a sin. I don't mind sinning with you, son. We can be sinners in our own incestuous heaven."

He nodded again and casually moved to my other nipple.

"I'm sorry you had to move your head down a bit, my boobs are sagging a little bit now."

His lips immediately jumped off my nipple. "No, they are perfect, Mom. You are the sexiest woman in the world, and if anyone thinks differently, they are stupid."

"I don't know what more you can get from flattering me," I mentioned, bringing his face to mine. "Although, I have to say: keep going," I suggested before kissing him.

As we kissed each other, his fingers dug into my cherry. I moaned a bit, but didn't disturb his flow. I felt his fingers rubbing my pussy walls in there deep, and I grabbed back onto his dick again. I couldn't resist the temptation to pleasure him right back again.

"Oh, yes, my son, just like that. Clean off all of that lady juice from my snatch as I kiss you and give you a dynamite hand job."

"Yes, I will. My hands are already submerged though. Even at your age, you can still dispense out your cum as I've never seen before. Not even in porn, so you are perfect, Mom."

Then I backed my head away, and then we looked at each other. "Am I the most beautiful woman you've ever set your eyes on, Joe?"

"Yes."

"Even when you dated woman like Rhonda and Katie? You thought I was still prettier than them even though I'm your mom and you hadn't had sex with me yet?"

"Yes, Mom. Damn, just how emotionally neglectful has dad been, you're eating this up easily."

"Unbelievably neglectful in every way, son. Why do you think I let it happen with Pete?"

"I don't know," he fretted, slowing down his fingers somewhat. "I'm sorry, Mom."

"Why, darling, there is no need to be sorry to me. You're making me feel better than a whole woman," I reminded him, getting closer to him. "Don't worry about me; I have you now. You can make me feel like the sexiest woman in the world, even though I'm in my forties now. Your father hasn't paid me those compliments, but you have like ten times as much just tonight than your father has in the past year. Please don't be sad."

"Okay, Mom," he muttered, wrapping his arms around me.

I did the same, and then we kissed again. My hooters clashed again onto Joe's chest, and that was when I was sure that tears from both of our faces had come together as well.

After another five-minute make-out session, my lips parted from his. "At the end of the day, you are my number one, Joe. You took that position even before your dad took that job."

"And there is no way to go higher?"

"There seems to be no cap on how much I love you, son, so no, you can go a little higher."

"Lie down, Mom."

I grinned and followed his order. Then he slanted his head down, brought his hands to my legs, spread them out and calmly leaned down to my pussy. Although, he stopped about eighteen inches away roughly.

He peeked at me and blindly placed his fingers on it. "I'll slap the shit out of dad so much that his cheek will permanently be red," he informed me, lazily bringing his face to my snatch.

"Son, are you going to... eat me out?"

"If it makes you feel good," he announced before his tongue came out.

After only a few seconds, I did indeed feel his tongue come onto my slit.

"Oh, you squeezed a bit more love out; now keep going for me."

He gave it another lick. "I will, even though some of my cum might pop out."

"Good to know, and don't be shy, son. It is just your mommy's pussy, so have fun with it."

"Okay, Mom," he muttered before letting his tongue back out again.

I got up onto my elbows and watched him like a hawk. His eyes stayed right on mine as I viewed him gently slathering my lips. He immediately had me vibrating a bit, but I managed to keep eye contact.

"Oh, you like that, son?" I pondered, placing my left hand on his head. "I hope you do because it is wet all because of you. Enjoy that juice too; there isn't anything else in the world that tastes quite like it. Go ahead, go looking, but you won't find it."

He nodded and began moving his head around and letting his tongue slide around on it in the process. I had to suck my lips into my mouth to fight against the pleasure, and my feet also began hitting the bed too, but it was no distraction for him.

My hand followed his head around nonstop too and added a little sexy magic to the equation. I indeed wanted to say so many things, but yet, I found myself speechless and unwilling to break any intimacy. With each passing lick, I opened my mouth a little more and shook a bit.

He kept it slow and straightforward, so I could only figure that he didn't have any real pussy eating experience, but because he voluntarily put in the effort for it, my 'love' levels skyrocketed again. I couldn't possibly commend him more.

Of course, as the incest factor got put in there, that also gave him quite a boost. His tongue attacked my lips for over three minutes without him stopping even for a second. Despite that, I still made sure to keep watching him the whole time.

After those few minutes, I couldn't even keep moving my hand. I just had to use Joe's head for leverage, or I'd surely go nuts and force his mouth off my snatch. Although, I put pressure on his head and made him go further onto my beaver. To no surprise, he took my lips into his mouth and had direct access to my slit.

"Oh, suck on my twat lips, son, just like that. Oh, you remember how I gave you a blow job, son?" I asked, leaning up with him.

He nodded, although, then his head rose up with me. "I'm sorry; I've never eaten a cherry before."

"Yes, you have, I've seen you eat cherries before, they are just usually off a pie," I chuckled, placing my hands on his neck. "Trust me when I say that you squeezed a lot more love out of me when you started. I certainly wouldn't expect you to be perfect, even if you had eaten pussy many times before. Don't worry; I will never judge you. Never, not in a million years," I assured him before kissing him.

"Are you sure you'd get rid of the baby if I get you pregnant?"

I stayed quiet for a moment and lowered my head a tad. He failed to say anything over that pause, but he did grab my hands.

Then I angled my head back up. "Purely hypothetical at this point, but if your dad divorced me, or if unfortunately, something happened to him, I no way shape or form wish for that to happen, you know that, but if somethingTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.