Anne had been widowed four years ago when her only son Ricky was fourteen. Out of respect for her husband, and to give Ricky a stable environment in which to grow up, Anne hadn't taken in another man. At first she didn't even date. But after nearly three years' celibacy she had gone out with a friend of a friend. It hadn't lasted long but the few occasions that they'd had sex reminded Anne of what she was missing.
After that she had briefly 'gone mad' (as she describes it) and shagged every man in sight. She only stopped when she realised the effect it was having on Ricky. He became quiet and sullen around her, and made lots of comments about her 'going out again.' Anne loves her son deeply and will do nothing to risk hurting him, so she became celibate again and that is how she has remained for the past several months.
Anne is forty-five years of age. She is just a little less than 5 feet 5 and has short black hair, a very pretty face that could pass for 30, and a lovely figure. She knows that men admire her figure. She has large, firm boobs that have always been one of her most striking features. She loves to dress sexily, especially in a dress or skirt. Her legs are slim and shapely and her bum is just on the large side of perfect; full, firm and rounded. She knows how good it looks, as she often gets admiring looks and comments.
Anne is a nurse and has to work shifts, so she is sometimes home during the day. Today is Friday and she has just finished a turn of night work and is looking forward to a long weekend off. She got in just after seven AM and had slept until noon. Ricky is used to the routine and knew not to disturb his mother in the mornings while she caught-up on her sleep.
Ricky thinks his mother is wonderful. He knows of the sacrifices she has made for him. He also thinks she is very attractive. His friends even say she is sexy, he agrees although he is certain that he shouldn't see his mother that way. They are close, and ever since he can remember they have been very tactile. As a younger boy Ricky would snuggle up to his mother on the sofa while they watched TV. Sometimes, she would get him to massage her feet after her bath. She always said that they hurt from the demands of her job and that he had magic fingers that made them better. Ricky loved this closeness and to see his mother so relaxed. As an older teen these massage sessions continued but now Ricky often found that touching her like this gave him an erection. He is sure that this is wrong but he can't help it. Usually he'd have to go and masturbate afterwards to relieve the tension. When he did this he liked to try to imagine his mother as she might look naked.
On waking Anne rises quickly as she has a busy day planned. On the weeks that she works nights the housework tends to pile up. Ricky is a helpful boy and will do what is asked of him. But, like any 18 year old, doesn't always act on initiative to perform household chores. This is especially true where his room is concerned.
Anne pulls on her jogging bottoms and a T-shirt and sets about her tasks. The first chore is to put in a load of washing. She gathers up her clothes from the floor where she discarded them this morning and makes her way to Ricky's room. Opening the door she is confronted by the usual teenager's mess of clothing and abandoned food plates, mugs and bowls. She collects the plates, cups and glasses from around the room and places them by the door and returns for the clothing. She strips the bed and tosses the dirty garments into the open sheet to make a bundle to carry down to the washroom. Some of the clothes are under the bed and so Anne kneels down to retrieve them. As she pulls the last couple of items from their hiding place, she drags out a black plastic bag with them.
The bag is heavy and, curious to see what's inside, Anne opens it and tips the contents out onto the floor. As the items poor out Anne gasps in disbelief as she sees several girlie magazines and what is obviously a pornographic DVD. Then she gets an even bigger surprise when a large box of condoms drops out too. Of course she realised that Ricky was growing up, but she didn't think he was yet sexually active. The condom box is open. It is a pack of 12. Anne begins to count them. Her heart is pounding and she smiles broadly when the total count is only eight.
'Dirty little bastard,' she says aloud, smiling, 'Who is he fucking?' Anne didn't even know her son had a regular girlfriend, let alone one he was having sex with.
She starts to put the things back in the bag but can't resist flicking open one of the magazines. It's a normal top shelf magazine with photo sets of single girls and of pairs of girls pretending to have lesbian sex. Anne thinks 'What is it with men and lesbians?'
Distractedly she spends the next dozen minutes leafing through the magazines one at a time. Anne is no prude and, like a lot of women, appreciates beautiful female bodies. So it's no surprise to her that she becomes a little aroused. Squeezing her thighs together on her pussy she thinks 'I can see what he sees in them.'
Now she is reading the letters page. It's a story about a girl having sex with her boyfriend and his pal. 'Lucky bitch,' Anne thinks as her hand strays to the waistband of her joggers. Her fingers delve below the soft material to find her pussy. She sighs as her fingers make contact with her clit. It's been many months since she has had sex and at least two weeks since she has even masturbated. But it's clear now that she is going to make up for that oversight. She kicks off her joggers and climbs up on her son's bed. Lying back with her legs open she reads the sexy stories and starts to work her fingers along her pussy lips. The sensations are dreamy and Anne is soon playing with herself in a steady rhythm. She reads a story and then lies back to play with herself and savour the images it conjures in her head. Then she reads another story and repeats the slow self-stimulation.
For the next hour Anne is lost in the stories of sex between strangers, between women and multiple male partners, and between two or more women. Sex with another woman has always fascinated Anne but she has never had the opportunity to try it. Best of all, she thinks, would be a threesome with a man and another woman. Thinking of this fantasy soon has her orgasm building and she can't stop herself coming. She groans aloud and cums hard on her son's bed, her juices flowing between her fingers and dripping onto the uncovered mattress. In blissful satisfaction Anne then curls-up and drifts off to sleep.
Later Anne wakes with a start. The room is bright and hot from the summer sunlight pouring in through the window. She realises immediately that it is the late afternoon. The clock confirms that it is almost three-thirty; she has slept for over two hours. Ricky could walk in at any second! In panic Anne jumps up and quickly dresses. She returns her son's stash of porn to its hiding place under the bed and hopes that she has left no sign of her having disturbed the bag. Then to her horror she notices a large damp patch on the bed, caused by her ejaculation juices. Quick as a flash she gets one of the half full glasses of water her son had on his bedside table and pours it on the damp area of the bed. She'll tell Ricky she dropped the glass, she decides.
Fifteen minutes later Anne is in the washroom when Ricky arrives home. He goes to his room and some minutes later appears down beside his Mum.
'What happened to my bed?' he enquires.
'That damned room of yours is a mess. Why don't you ever brings things back down?' Anne snaps back in defence.
'But the bed is all wet.'
'How many glasses of water do you need to have up there. You don't even drink them. I dropped one, OK? It'll dry before bedtime so stop whinging.'
Ricky stomps off dissatisfied with the answer he has received but seeing that his Mum is in one of her 'moods' he thinks better of arguing.
That evening they eat early and, as she often does following night work, Anne retires early to take a bath and go to bed. It's a hot night and so she gets into bed nude. With the light out she replays her day in her mind. It isn't unusual for her to masturbate, just not in the daytime, and never before on her son's bed. That final element is what she can't get passed. She was in her son's room, on his bed, and the images in her mind were of Ricky fucking the girls she had been reading about. He is having sex; but with whom? Anne starts picturing the girls that she has met who are his friends. Imagining each one naked with her son on top of her.
Now Anne is masturbating again but this time the stimulus is the images in her mind of her son; his strong athletic frame naked and energetically pounding his partner's pussy. Her tiredness and arousal are blending together into a heady state of mind that allows Anne's deep buried desires to surface and she starts to imagine herself as Ricky's partner, on the receiving end of his powerful young cock as it ploughs in and out of her willing sex. She is imagining kissing him and encouraging him to fuck her harder and harder, as only a young man can. As her orgasm overwhelms her, Anne imagines his cock exploding inside her, delivering its hot spunk deep into her willing cunt.
'Oh Ricky,' she gasps through her climax. The shock of this outburst brings her out of her trance and she realises she has just been fantasising about her own son.
'What's wrong with me?' she scolds herself. Tears well in her eyes and she sobs herself to sleep full of remorse and self-loathing for her perverted, incestuous fantasy.
The next morning Anne wakes early and goes down to enjoy a leisurely breakfast with her favourite gossip magazines. She is determined to forget her odd behaviour of yesterday. Around 10 she is still stretched out on the little sofa in their small sunroom, reading and drinking her second coffee when Ricky appears down. He fixes his breakfast and joins her and they chat. She asks if he will mow the back lawn later.
He agrees saying, 'And what's in it for me if I do you this enormous favour, Mother?'
'My gratitude. And the satisfaction that you'll be helping me. Isn't that enough for you?'
'I suppose. At lease I can work on my tan while I do it.'
Two hours later Anne is by the kitchen sink washing dishes while Ricky is mowing the grass. Through the window she watches him walking back and forth in just his shorts and running shoes. His naked torso is beautifully defined and Anne finds herself compelled to gaze at him. She stares at his body taking in every detail of his strong muscular legs and his broad shoulders, watching every ripple of his muscles as he moves. Her thoughts turn again to his sex life. As she stares at him she imagines him scooping-up some petite beauty in his strong arms and making love to her. But the image of the woman is of her and she scolds herself once again for these un-motherly desires.
Just then Ricky comes into the house and makes for the sink to draw himself a drink of water. His tall frame looms over his mother as he raises the glass of cool water to his lips. He is standing so close that Anne can feel the heat radiating from his body. As he drinks some of the water runs off his chin and drips onto his chest. Anne is almost overcome by a desire to lick it off him, and only just manages to restrain herself.
Instead she wipes it off with her fingers. His flesh is hot from the sun and his exertions. His skin is firm over toned muscles and his nipples are small hard points that she wants to kiss and lick. He tells her he's finished the lawn and she seizes at the excuse to rise up on her tiptoes and kiss his neck.
'Thank you, darling,' she says in a breaking voice.
'That's Ok, Mum,' he responds, hugging her in return. She is wearing only a light T-shirt and the heat of his body is transmitted to her flesh. The sensation of pressing against his hot body is so intense that Anne involuntarily gasps as she feels her pussy twinge with desire.
'You OK, Mum?' Ricky asks, slightly alarmed.
'Sorry. I mean yes, darling. You just pulled me off balance. I'm fine.' With that Anne pulls herself from his arms and dashes past him and up to her room. Closing the door she collapses onto her bed and tries to regain her composure. She has a powerful urge to masturbate again but tells herself not to be so disgusting, 'He's your son, you fucking depraved slut,' she reprimands herself.
To cool off she decides to have a shower. Moments later she is standing under the cool spray of her en suite shower trying to bring her temperature down. Anne starts to wash herself but as soon as her fingers touch her pussy she starts to play with herself. This time it's no leisurely frig. She is desperate to cum. It's like she wants to do it quickly so that she won't stop herself. The fingers of one hand delve deeply into her pussy while those of her other hand rub her clit furiously. Her face is contorted with the effort and soon she is leaning against the cool tiled wall willing her orgasm to happen. When it does she groans aloud and involuntarily calls Ricky's name. The powerful orgasm causes her knees to give way and she slides to the floor and curls up in the spray with her fingers still in her throbbing pussy.
Several minutes pass before she can get up and turn off the shower. On re-entering her room she is drying herself when she hears a light tap on her bedroom door. 'Yes?' she calls.
'You OK, Mum?' Ricky's voice sounds through the closed door.
Anne feels her stomach flutter at the sound of his voice and her pussy twinges again. Steeling herself she answers, 'Yes, love, thanks. I, eh, I have a headache; I'm going to lie down for a while. Otherwise I'm fine honestly.'
She hears him leave and she draws her curtains, and in the darkened room rolls in to the cool bed. She is naked and she lies on her side, her mind whirling with the crazy thoughts and desires for her son that have awakened in her. She knows it's wrong but she tells herself that it's only a fantasy and that no harm can come from it if she is careful. Slowly she drifts into sleep, her mind still full of images of her beautiful son's body.
Anne looks up to see her son standing over her. His naked torso looks beautiful and she wants to reach up to touch him and pull him down to her. To kiss him, and to have him make love to her. She knows it's wrong to want to have sex with her son but somehow it doesn't matter now. She feels free. Free from guilt. He's beautiful and she just wants him. He is naked and his powerful erection is standing proud, displaying his desire for her. She wants it inside her; to feel his hardness penetrate her centre. How could something so wonderful be wrong?
'Oh Ricky, yes, come to me, I want you,' she murmurs.
'Mum, it's time...'
'Yes, love, it's time.'
Louder now, 'Mum! It's time to wake up, Mum. You've been sleeping for hours.'
Anne wakes with a start. She's been dreaming. Ricky really is standing over her bed. But he's offering her a cup of tea, not sex. Her mind replays the things she was just saying; did she really say them? Suddenly she realises that she is totally naked, lying on top of her bed. She looks at Ricky's face and his eyes are on her dark bush of pubic hair, he is staring at her pussy.
In panic she snaps, ' Ricky, for goodness sake. Turn away, let me get covered.'
Her son slowly turns away, tearing his eyes from his mother's beautiful body. Anne uses the moment of privacy to roll under the sheet and cover herself.
'OK. You can turn back. Honestly, don't you knock?'
'I did, Mum. You didn't answer. You've been asleep for hours. I was worried and auntie Finola phoned. She wants you to call her back.'
'OK, love. It was just a shock seeing you, that's all. Is that tea for me?'
'Yes.'
'Well give it here then.'
Ricky sits on the edge of her bed, 'Are you OK, Mum?'
'Yes, love. Just tired today. You know how nights affect me. Don't worry.'
There is an awkward silence between them for a moment. Then they make eye contact and Ricky asks, 'Mum... those things you said just now, what did...'
'Oh just ignore me. You know how dopey I am when I'm waking up. I was probably dreaming. Why don't you let me get up and dressed and I'll call Finola back. OK?'
Ricky just smiles and Anne adds more emphatically, 'So go away so I can get up without giving you another flash and ruining your character,' she smiles at her son and gently prods him with her toe.
'Alright,' Ricky rises and crosses to the door. He then pauses and looking back says 'Mum,' Anne looks at him, 'Killer body.'
'Get out you weirdo,' she chastises him with laughter in her voice. Ricky disappears and leaves Anne looking at the space he had occupied. 'Killer body yourself' she thinks. 'But who is getting to enjoy it?' With that thought in her mind she gets up and pulls on her robe.
She calls Finola who wants to meet later for a meal and drinks. Anne agrees and, arrangements made, she gets herself ready to go out. She dresses simply in a knee-length, cotton, Laura Ashley dress and dainty sandals.
Ricky compliments her on looking good but adds, 'Of course you looked better earlier,' he says cheekily.
'I think you need a cold shower, young man,' she pretends to scold him, but secretly she enjoys his attention and relishes the compliment.
Ricky is content to be alone and Anne can't help wondering if he will get his partner to come around when she is out. 'Has seeing me naked got him horny,' she wonders.
Around 11pm Anne returns from her night out. She has had a very pleasant time with her sister Finola. They are close and always enjoy each other's company. As always they talked a little about their sex lives. Anne admitted feeling a little frustrated lately. Finola thinks that Anne should get on with dating again as Ricky is now old enough to understand. Anne agreed and even confided that she knew Ricky was having sex.
'Do you know who with?' Finola had asked urgently.
'No. I imagine it's one of his little girlfriends. They all seem so friendly it's hard to tell which it might be.'
'Maybe it's all of them. He's a good looking boy.'
'Maybe, but I'm sure you're not supposed to think like that about your nephew,' Anne pretends to scold her sister. Although really she feels she is scolding herself again.
Part 2
By the end of the evening Anne has had a few glasses of wine and so is also feeling quite mellow. On arriving home she wonders if Ricky has a visitor and decides to slip in quietly to see if she can catch them unaware. She is not really convinced that this is a good idea, or why she wants to spy on her son, but her happy state of mind, combined with her general horniness, means that she doesn't give her motives serious consideration. Stealthily she enters though the back door and makes her way through the kitchen to the hall. She listens by the lounge door for a moment. There are definitely sex noises coming from the other side of the door.
Suddenly embarrassed as to what she might see, Anne calls out, 'I'm home.'
She then waits a few moments before entering the living room. Ricky is watching TV. The lights are low and moody, but he is definitely alone. Slightly disappointed Anne flops down on the sofa at the end opposite to him.
'So what are you watching?' she asks.
'Nothing much, there was a film earlier.'
Anne notices the corner of the black bag from under his bed, on the floor next to the sofa. She has a wicked thought.
Are you watching a DVD?' With that she scoops up the controller that is lying on the sofa between them, 'Let's see what you're watching.'
Ricky makes a sudden move to stop her turning it on, but he is too late and the screen bursts to life showing a porn scene in which two girls are making love.
'Ricky!' Anne feigns shock, 'Where did you get this?' Ricky makes no response and Anne lets it play for a moment. 'So you've discovered porn, have you? I wonder what else you've discovered lately,' Anne says playfully.
'Mum. Please turn it off.'
'No I want to watch it for a bit.' The girls on screen are in a sixty-nine and a guy who is sitting in an armchair slowly wanking his cock is watching them. 'Oh that rude man is getting a little show,' Anne giggles.
'Mum. This is embarrassing.'
'Oh I'm sorry. Have I got to take it more seriously?' then in an ironic tone, 'Fucking hell, look at the fun bags on that blonde. Is that what you're supposed to say?' Anne teases her son.
Ricky makes to get up, 'You're obviously drunk so I'm going to bed.'
'Stay right where you are, young man. I want to see what sort of naughty stuff you're watching and then I think we need to have a talk.'
Reluctantly Ricky stays in his seat. They watch the screen and the action hots-up with the guy stroking his large cock as he watches the girls perform.
'So you're having sex then?' Anne asks her son after a few minutes. 'Don't lie to me now, I found your condoms in your room.'
Ricky looks shocked but decides to come clean, 'Yes. Are you mad?'
'No. I'm glad you're using condoms, that's sensible at least,' then after a pause, 'So who are you fucking?'
'Mum! That's disgusting. Besides I'm not sure if it's really any of your business. Anyway, you can hardly talk.'
'What do you mean by that?'
'Well you were pretty active yourself a while back.'
'OK, I guess I deserved that. But I hope you've noticed that I stopped. I did that for you because I could see how my behaviour upset you.'
In a more conciliatory tone Ricky acknowledges, 'I know. I'm sorry, Mum.'
Anne moves over to hug her son, 'It's OK, love. I guess we just need to learn to make a bit of space for each other,' she gives him a peck on the cheek. They stay hugging and un-self-consciously now watch the movie again. The guy is now naked and still wanking his impressive cock.
After a few moments Anne asks in a soft whisper, 'Is that what you were doing before I came home?'
Ricky is alarmed that she would ask him this and starts to say, 'Shit, Mum, I...'
Anne quiets him with a finger to his lips, 'Oh honey sshh now. I understand you have needs. We both do. This is what I'm saying we need to make space for each other and understand when we need private time. OK?'
'OK,' Ricky smiles for the first time since this conversation started.
'That's better,' Anne gives him another little kiss on the cheek but this one lingers for just a beat. She rests her head on his shoulder and they watch the sex scenes on screen again. Her arm is lying across his chest and Anne unconsciously traces her fingertips around his chest. It's more affectionate than anything else and Ricky reciprocates by squeezing his mother's shoulder and then tickling the exposed skin at her neck with a light touch of his fingers. This kind of platonic closeness is not unusual for them. In fact Ricky will often offer to stroke his mum's feet (her favourite form of relaxation) as they snuggle together on the sofa to watch a movie. It's just that the movie isn't normally so graphic.
After a few minutes Ricky is much more relaxed and Anne notices a large bulge has appeared in the front of his joggers. 'Well that answers my question,' she announces, nodding her eyes in the direction of his lap.
Ricky is embarrassed again and tries to hide his erection by turning away from her. Anne turns him back to face her and says, 'Please, love, I'm not trying to embarrass or ridicule you. I understand, I really do.' Ricky looks upset so Anne decides to offer further consolation by evening the score, 'Look, I'll make a confession to you, so you'll know I'm being sincere.' Ricky looks his mother in the eyes as she proceeds, 'Today when I snuck away to my room... Well, I needed some private time myself.'
'You mean to say...'
'Yes, love, I was giving myself some much needed pleasure. I was really turned-on and I just had to get away. Does it shock you that I would do that with you in the house?'
Visibly relieved now Ricky answers, 'I suppose it does. I guess that explains why you were naked.'
They both giggle at this and then Anne says 'Some mother eh? Sprawled naked playing with herself in front of her son.'
'Well, not exactly in front of me.'
'I suppose, I did close my door.'
'I know, shame really. You did look very sexy, Mum.'
'Why thank you, sweetheart, what a nice thing to say,' Anne says with heavy sarcasm, 'So you think your old mum's not too bad looking.'
'More than that, I'd say you're definitely a babe. If you weren't my mum I'd definitely shag you,' Ricky teases her.
'Oh so sweet,' Anne laughs, 'you are a real smoothie. Well, right back at you, my love. If you weren't my son I'd definitely let you shag me.' Anne is smiling at her son and moves to give him a little friendly kiss. It's just a peck on the lips, but as she moves away they make eye contact and she kisses him again. The second kiss is longer. Once more they part and look into each other's eyes. Then they kiss again. This kiss is passionate. Their lips part and their tongues play across their lips.
As they break apart Ricky murmurs 'Mum.. I...'
'Sshh, love,' Anne breathes back. She kisses him again and he responds with a full mouth French kiss. Anne moves her hand down to his lap and clasps cock through the light material of his joggers. It's hard and feels big in her hand and she knows that there is no going back now. She wants it and she's going to have it.
Anne strokes her son's large cock through his clothing and continues to kiss him. Her heart is racing and her pussy is once more on fire. This time it's pure undeniable lust for her teenage son. She has to have this gorgeous cock inside her. She wants to be fucked by her own flesh and blood. This hot, sexy man to whom she gave birth a little over 18 years ago.
Letting go of his cock she grabs the waistband of his joggers and yanks them down. Ricky helps to push them down over his knees and kicks them off. His beautiful cock springs free and she pauses to look at it. It's long and straight with a gorgeous and inviting head. She can't resist the desire to taste it and leans forward to press her tongue onto it and then to suck its tip into her eager mouth.
Ricky groans in pleasure and encouragement, 'Oh Mum, oh yes... please... that's fantastic.'
'Mmmm mmmm mmmm,' is all Anne can offer in response as her head bobs up and down on her son's magnificent cock. She pleasures him like this for the next several minutes. Alternatively sucking rhythmically up and down and then licking the head of his cock, teasing its little eye with the tip of her tongue. And all the while she is stroking his stiff dick in her right hand. After a while she breaks away to ask, 'You like this?'
'Oh yes, it's fantastic, the best,' he replies.
'Best? You've had others?' she teases.
'A few,' Ricky looks abashed.
Anne resumes sucking. Deep down she is jealous; she would like to have given him his first mind-blowing blowjob. Anne has always had a talent for blowjobs and she loves making a cock explode into her mouth. She knows that she could make Ricky cum, and although she is tempted to get a taste of his hot spunk, she really wants to fuck him. So she releases him from her mouth and moves up to kiss him again.
This kiss is hot and wet from her saliva and the slimy traces of his precum. Her hands move up to his T-shirt and she pulls it up causing them to break their kiss while she takes it off over his head.
'Beautiful boy,' Anne murmurs as she resumes kissing him. Her hands enjoy exploring the smooth skin of his chest and slowly she finds his dick once more. Anne stops kissing again and once more they make eye contact.
'Mum,' Ricky breathes lustily, his eyes showing that he shares her yearning for this unnatural union, 'please don't stop.'
'I want you inside me, love. Fuck me,' saying this Anne rises up on her knees and straddles her son's lap. She is still fully clothed in her shoes, dress and underwear. But this is no impediment to her lust for her son. She hitches up her dress and takes hold of his cock. Then, pulling aside her panties she aims the engorged head of this monster at her pussy. As she eases down to impale herself on him she falls forward with her mouth on his again. From her open mouth and into his she makes a guttural groaning sound as the first waves of pleasure emanate form her centre in response to this incestuous invasion.
With their mouths in constant contact Anne starts to ride up and down on the powerful cock inside her. Her fingers are entangled in his hair and she claws him to her. She wants to consume him with every sense at her disposal. Her tongue is working deeply into his mouth, fencing with his and tasting his core. Her pussy is contracting and squeezing his thick manhood, like it's milking his seed from him. His breath is on her face and hers on his as they are locked together in an increasingly frenetic communion.
Ricky begins to rise up and down in time with his mother's movements. This pushes his cock deeper inside her at every down stroke, and makes Anne cry out in delight.
She breaks free from his mouth and calls to him to fuck her hard, 'Fuck.. yess. Yess Ricky, love. Fuck me! Fuck me!'
With and effort, Ricky rolls his mother sideways so that she falls along the sofa. She is now on her back and he is leaning over her with his powerful cock still embedded in her tight pussy.
'I can do it better this way,' he pants, 'I can go faster.'
Anne looks up into his eyes and then reaches up to clasp his head, 'Oh yes, baby. Faster. I like the sound of that. Do it hard and fast.'
Ricky takes her at her word and begins to pound into her. Instinctively her legs come up to wrap around his hips and help to drive him into her on each down stroke. Soon she is crying out in pleasure form the best fucking she can ever remember. Each thrust of his strong hips sends his cock deep into her. She can feel him touch her cervix at each stroke. The effect is incredible and her head is swirling from the erotic sensations he is delivering.
Ricky is kissing her neck and gently biting her flesh. His hands are clasping her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her hard nipples that are standing up under the material of her dress and bra. Ricky's head moves down to kiss along her cleavage. His tongue probes under the edge of the dress and his fingers pull at the material to try to reveal the soft mounds underneath. All this time he is still pounding her pussy, driving her closer and closer to a climax that she knows will be spectacular. But suddenly Ricky slows his energetic fucking and starts to sit up.
'No, love, don't stop,' Anne begs urgently.
'I want to kiss your breasts, Mum,' Ricky responds.
'Here then,' Anne tries to pull the neckline down to reveal her boobs. It won't go. So she sits up slightly and reaches back to undo the buttons. In her position it's too awkward so Ricky reaches round to help her. He can't get the buttons open and he is now not fucking her at all. Anne is desperate for him to resume and so instructs him to 'Just rip it. Rip it off!'
'But Mum, your dress, it's...'
'I don't care. Just tear it off. Go on, do it! Just don't stop fucking me, please.'
Obediently, Ricky resumes his fucking action and immediately Anne feels the renewed waves of pleasure surge through her.
'Oh that's it. That's it. Just keep doing that to me and you can do what you like. Tear my dress off and fuck me as hard as you can.'
Ricky maintains his vigorous rhythm and takes hold of her dress again in his two hands. With one strong tearing action he splits the dress down from the V of the cleavage to half way down her stomach. This attack appeals to some deep-rooted desire within Anne to be possessed by force and causes her to writhe and cry out in ecstasy. She joins in the tearing and soon the dress is ripped wide open revealing her breasts covered in her white bra. Ricky grabs that too and tries to tear it apart but it is too strong. Instead he yanks it up over her breasts presenting her nipples to him for the second time that day. This time they are hard bullets and immediately his mouth falls on one then the other, sucking and nibbling on each to Anne's further delight. For a few moments Anne closes her eyes and enjoys these new sensations but then realises that diverting his attentions is once again causing Ricky's pace to slow.
'Keep fucking me, love,' she urges him once more.
In response her son picks-up his pace to a furious rate and hammers his young body into his mother's with renewed vigour, 'You like hard fucking then?' he whispers to her.
'Oh yes. Fuck me hard. I love it,' Anne responds.
'I'll fuck you hard anytime you like.'
'God you're so good,' this thought pinballs through Anne's mind. 'Where did he learn to do this?' she wonders, but aloud she just encourages him with, 'Fuck me you beautiful boy, make me cum for you.'
'Fuck yes, cum, Mum. I want to watch you cum,' with that Ricky leans up away from her and, with his strong arms turns her on her side. He lifts her leg across his body so that he is now kneeling astride the inside of her right thigh, with her left thigh against his stomach. In this position he knows that her clit is in contact with his thigh and that will give her extra pleasure.
The effect is immediate and Anne feels the new, more intense pleasures from her clit in this position. 'How does he know to do this?' she thinks.
Ricky hammers her cunt harder and harder now, desperate to give her the climax she seeks. Soon his technique pays off and Anne can feel the surges of pleasure building into an explosive climax. On and on he fucks her and her whimpers of encouragement soon meld into one continuous moan of joy. Her body is covered in a fine sheen of perspiration, causing the shreds of her torn dress to cling to her skin.
Suddenly the damn breaks and Anne groans aloud as her insides are electrified by an intense release of ecstasy. The first wave of climax catches her breath and she is unable to do more than render a deep growl of satisfaction. The subsequent peaks are like a roller coaster of repeated deep convulsions, each one causing her to cry out and to shake and tremble uncontrollably.
Throughout her climaxes Ricky keeps up his pounding rhythm. This has the effect that Anne's orgasms continue until their intensity is almost unbearable. But then Ricky's pace changes to longer deeper strokes. Anne recognises that he his nearing his climax.
'Mum, I'm going to cum,' Ricky confirms his imminent ejaculation.
'Oh yes, love, cum for me. Cum inside me I want to feel you.'
'Inside?' he asks breathlessly, 'Is that OK?'
'Yes, love. I want it. I want your stuff inside me. Do it! Give it to me!'
The encouragement is all that Ricky needs and he slams his cock deep into his mother's cunt for a final time and cries out as he releases his spunk into her womb. Anne can feel the twitching head of his cock deliver his hot semen inside her body. The thought of her own son's spunk returning to the very origin of his existence causes her to convulse in a final massive orgasm. Her head is spinning and she is trembling uncontrollably. Ricky's heavy and spent body falls onto hers and they lie entangled, breathing hard and slowly drift into unconsciousness.
Part 3
A while later mother and son regain consciousness. This seems to happen simultaneously. The room is silent as the DVD has long since stopped playing. They look into each other's eyes and smile.
'Well that was different,' Anne whispers and ruffles her son's hair.
'Yeah, I..,' Ricky looks a little nervous.
'You OK, son?'
'Yes. It's just, you know.. I.. well..'
'You didn't expect to be fucking your mother tonight.'
'Yes, or any night for that matter. Mum, it was great, but is this just because you were a bit tipsy, or is this a thing now?'
'No, love. When I was playing with myself today I was thinking about you, Ricky. I wanted this. I wanted you to fuck me like this. I found those things in your room and I couldn't stop thinking about you having sex. I wanted it to be with me.'
'And now we're doing it.'
'Yes. And it's gorgeous. Better than my fantasy,' Anne kisses him repeatedly, 'You're magnificent. I love you so much.'
'I love you too, Mum. You're beautiful and I've thought about you for a long time too.'
'Really?'
'Yes. My mates all say that you're a top babe. They call you a MILF.'
'A what?'
'A MILF. It's from the internet. It means Mother I'd Like to Fuck.'
'That's nice, I think. But what's it got to do with your feelings?'
'I've wanted to fuck you too, Mum. I've imagined doing it. I've even imagined all sorts, even sneaking into your room and fucking you while you sleep.'
'I don't think that would work. I might notice, you know, Anne giggles, 'Your cock isn't the kind you would fail to notice. But I'm glad you feel that way about me.'
'So can we do this again?'
'Yes. If you're OK with it. I'd really love to do this again. In fact, Ricky love, not wanting to sound like a slut but, I'm yours anytime you want me.'
'You too, mum. Anytime you want me.'
'Let's get up now and go to bed.' Anne disentangles herself from her son and rises. Standing now she looks down at her dress. It's torn and dishevelled and she just smiles and looks up at Ricky. 'Look what you did to my dress, you bad boy.'
'You told me to do it, you're a bad mother,' he taunts her. 'Anyway, I think you look very sexy.' Ricky moves over to his mother and puts his arms around her. The young man is still completely naked from their lovemaking and his strong muscular body embraces the petite and curvaceous form of his mother. Anne looks up into his eyes and they kiss like two lovers, hotly and passionately. Breaking away Ricky begs, 'Let me see your body, please, Mum.'
Anne giggles at the silliness and innocence of his request. She thinks, 'He's just been fucking me senseless but he thinks he has to ask to see me naked.' Out loud she says, 'What if I disappoint you. I'm not one of those sexy models in your magazines, you know.'
'I've already seen you naked today, Mum. I wasn't disappointed then. So get 'em off,' Ricky playfully orders her.
Still standing in his embrace, Anne begins to draw the remnants of her dress over her shoulders. She wriggles it down past her hips and drops it to the floor kicking it away along with her shoes, which she still has on. Next she removes her bra and Ricky reaches up to cup her boobs in his hands.
'They're beautiful, Mum.' He compliments her. 'Today, when I saw you naked I so much wanted to hold you like this.' He kisses her again. 'Take your pants off too.'
Obediently Anne catches her panties in her thumbs and bends forward to push them down. Ricky steps back to give her room and Anne sees that his cock is hard once more. Her panties now removed she stands again in front of Ricky and does a little spin around on her toes.
'You like me?' she asks.
'Very much,' Ricky answers taking hold of his cock he slowly strokes it and continues, 'and he likes you too.'
Anne makes a quizzical face and says, 'Hmm I think we may have met earlier. If you'll take a seat I think we have a little unfinished business.' Ricky backs up and sits down on the sofa again. Anne kneels in front of him and crawls between his open legs. Then, resting her elbows on his thighs she takes hold of his hard cock for the second time that night. Kissing its head she looks p at her son and says, 'Now where were we?' She licks the tip then sucks the whole head into her mouth. Pausing for a moment she adds, 'That's right, I remember, you wanted a blow job, didn't you?'
Ricky can only nod and grunt before his Mother's lips envelope her son's cock head and she starts to give him an incredible blowjob. This time she won't stop until he spunks in her mouth. She is a virtuoso at blowjobs. A consequence she believes of an up-bringing that made her wait until she was 19 before she lost her virginity, but which ensured that she had lots of practise at sucking cock. Well she had to give her boyfriends something, and she learned to relish the taste of spunk. But now the spunk she wants is her own son's. She wants him to cum in her mouth and she plans to show him his mother is more of a vixen than the little teen sluts who might have sucked him off before. She feels confident that she can hugely surpass their novice efforts.
Warming to her task now she vacuums his cock head into her mouth and lashes it with her tongue. She can taste her pussy and his spent juice on his flesh and it spurs her on to finish him. As she squeezes his thick shaft in her hand she can feel it pulse. She works furiously on him, sucking and kissing his tender glands, and bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. Her saliva is coating his cock and she breaks off to use it as a lubricant for a rapid spurt of hand wanking. She admires the size and beauty of her son's manhood and she encourages him with slutty talk.
'Come for me, baby. Come for your mother. I want you in my mouth, to taste you and to swallow it all.'
'Christ, Mum. You're a real porn star.'
Anne is sucking again, and Ricky is rising up rhythmically to meet her with every down stroke. He is close. He starts to tell her he is about to cum but there is no need. Anne knows from experience how to anticipate the first blast. She tips him over the edge with a final down stroke with both hands, pulling his foreskin back to expose his cock head completely. Then she sucks on him and is rewarded with a thick jet of spunk hitting her tongue. It's hot, salty and gooey, and another spurt, then another and another soon follow it. Finally after several squirts Ricky is spent and his mother has a mouthful of cum which she relishes, swirling her tongue through it before swallowing the whole lot.
Anne slowly crawls up her son's languid body to bring her face close to his. She kisses him and asks huskily, 'That better have been the best fucking blow job you've ever had, or you'll get no more.'
'It was,' Ricky sighs, 'It was amazing.'
'Good boy. Now let's get cleaned up and go to bed.'
Twenty or so minutes later Ricky enters his mother's bedroom. They have each showered and Anne is naked and about to climb into bed. Ricky has a towel round his waist. 'Mum. Can I stay in your bed?'
'OK, love. But your not moving in permanently. I couldn't have you sleeping with me every night. But tonight is OK.'
'Great. Only there's just one thing.'
'Oh'
'I wasn't really thinking of sleeping just yet.' Ricky drops the towel covering his lower half to reveal another hard-on. He moves towards his mother and sweeps her up in his strong arms. 'I want o fuck you again, OK?'
Anne laughs aloud and then says, 'Christ, I've created a monster,' then after a pause, 'but, hell, why not. Do what you like.'On Sunday morning Ricky woke. For a brief moment he was disoriented and then focused on the fact that he was naked in his mother's bed. Instantly his mind was flooded with images of sex with his mother the night before. Flashes of their passion, her gorgeous, curvy body and their forbidden desire. He looked across and reached out for her, eager to feel her warm, naked body again, but the space was empty. He lifted his head to confirm that she wasn't just out of reach. But he was alone in her bed. He smiled and continued to reminisce. His cock twitched and his hand snaked under the covers to clasp its thickening girth and he began to slowly stroke, feeling it extend and swell in his hand.
He didn't intend to masturbate just then. This was merely a comforting reminder of the pleasure he had experienced in his mum's body. He closed his eyes and pictured her full boobs and the curve of her lovely round ass. Bringing his hand to his face he sniffed and relished the scent of her pussy still on his cock. They had made love repeatedly during the night. Each time he had woken with an erection he snuggled up to her and began a simple routine of foreplay. Kissing her face and neck before dipping to kiss her breasts and suckle her nipples. His hands exploring her body. Each time she had responded sleepily to his eager but in-expert seduction and guided him to touch her gently; to arouse her, make her ready for him. She was as eager as him and each time she welcomed the satisfying penetration of his hard, young cock into her hot pussy. Each bout didn't last long. He rode her with regular, powerful thrusts until he gasped with his climax. Anne didn't orgasm each time. But she relished their intimacy and the excitement of this new bond with her muscular son. She loved the feel of his hard body. The weight of it pressing down on her. The rush of love and her willing submission to him. Her sexual craving for her own son was fresh but not new. She recognised now that that she had denied herself these feelings for some time. The events of yesterday had simply been the spark needed to start this fire of lust. Of course the rueful consequences of what they were doing flashed through her mind, but each time as she hugged him and felt him enter her, possess her, and the jerk of his ejaculation inside her, she dismissed her concerns as tomorrow's problem. Tonight she wanted this. She wanted her son's love, his body, his manhood. She wanted the pleasure he gave her.
Already in one night Ricky had made love to his mother more times than he had in his life with other girls. Of course he wasn't completely inexperienced but he had been all the way with only two girls. One awkward fumble with a girl he met on holiday last summer and a semi regular girl called Martha that he 'got with' (in the language of youth) at a few recent parties. Martha had also given him a couple of blowjobs but now Ricky thought his mother had shown him what a really expert blowjob could be like.
The recollections of the previous night had made him fully erect and he continued stroking his long rigid cock. He could hear his mother's voice approaching and suddenly the bedroom door opened and she came into her bedroom. She was wearing her bath robe and was on the phone. It was obvious she was talking to Auntie Finola. They spoke almost daily. Finola was Anne's late husband's sister and had been hugely supportive to Anne when they had lost him.
Anne continued her call with Auntie Finola who was following up on a conversation they had had the previous evening, trying to persuade Anne to go on a date. Anne teased both Finola and Ricky and asked who with, "He better be good looking and have a great body. I will settle for nothing less." Ricky made a quizzical face and Anne put a finger to her lips to signal him to stay quiet. "Don't be a cheeky cow, my fanny will not heal over. I promise you I have my ways, Fee." At this she pulled back the bed cover to expose Ricky's naked body. She made an exaggerated wide-eyed expression of mock surprise at seeing his erection and repeated her signal to keep silent.
"Never you mind. That's my secret," she continued to joke with Finola that she was capable of tending to her private needs. "For all you know I have a secret lover," she smiled at Ricky, "...I'm not saying. It's my secret... you are a dirty cow, what if it is my plastic friend." At this Anne giggled ecstatically and Ricky could hear his aunt's laughter over the phone too.
"Enough, be serious Fee. Besides I don't think I want to date while Ricky is still at home," she reached over to gently clasp his cock and gave it a slow stroke as she talked, "It wouldn't be fair and I want to give him all my attention while I still have him at home. Before we know it he will be off at university. Then maybe I will go mad ... I'll get a young man who can go all night," she winked at Ricky at this, "... what do you mean? You started this dirty conversation?...Ok ok enough, now...Honestly, I'm fine. Trust me... stop it, now, that's enough dirty talk from you, you are a bad influence on me." She laughed at Finola's reply, which Ricky obviously couldn't hear. Then the subject seemed to change.
"Ricky, oh you know what he's like, still in bed. I'll wake him later as I have things for him to do today." At this Anne gave Ricky's cock a squeeze and stroked a little faster. She was amazed at how hard it felt. She had lost count of the number of times he had made love to her during the night so the virility of his morning erection was impressive. She continued on the phone in response to Finola's question, "He's a very helpful boy." She continued to stroke his long, hard cock. "Yes he is. He mowed the grass yesterday and helped me out with some manly chores," she chuckled as she said this, her hand speeding up on Ricky's cock, "and today I have a lot more things for him to do. He will need his rest so I will leave him for a bit." Anne was grinning at Ricky as she talked to Finola and stroked her son's gorgeous cock. She was enjoying the secret game.
"Anyway, Fee love, I have to go now, I need to finish something before I make breakfast... yes.... Oh you are... well I suppose we... The Boar's Head... yes, if you book, you know what it's like on Sundays... OK then text me... yes, of course, I'll give him your love... see you later...bye love." She hung up and stood up to place the phone on the bedside table. She dropped the robe revealing her naked body.
"God you are impressive. How are you so hard again?"
"It's you, Mum, you inspire me."
"Do I? Well let's see what we can do about this then," she gave a meaningful look at his erection.
Anne knelt on the bed and indicated that Ricky should shuffle over to make room. She knelt astride his thighs and Ricky immediately clasped her ass to draw her up over his cock. "No, Son, I'm not quite ready." As Ricky watched his mother licked her fingers and started to play with herself. She met his eyes as she circled her clit with her right hand and stroked her nipple with her left.
"Oh mum," Ricky was mesmerised.
"Stroke yourself Baby," Anne encouraged him.
For the next few minutes they each pleasured themselves while the other watched. Ricky surveyed her intently while he slowly stroked his now fully erect and swollen cock. He kept complimenting her, telling her how sexy she looked. How she was turning him on so much.
"That's what I want darling. I want to excite you. Make you want me."
"I do mum. I want you. I love you mum."
"I love you too my darling." Anne leaned down to kiss her son. Ricky could smell the warm scent of her freshly showered body and the perfume of her hair conditioner. "Oh Ricky, Baby, I'm ready, I need to have that mighty thing inside me, love, fuck me!" As she shuffled up and sank onto his cock she moaned and kissed him passionately. "Aw fuck honey, you are so big. Jesus, yes, s'so good." She rocked up and down on his stiff cock. Her hands clasped the back of his head and pulled his mouth to hers. They kissed deeply, tongues clashing and drawing each other's lips into their mouths in turn.
Their rhythm increased in pace as they both drew near to orgasm. Anne came first as she ground herself down hard on her son's thick cock. Her pussy contracting in spasms as each shock of her climax shuddered through her body. Her mouth stayed glued to her son's as she groaned in pleasure at her release.
Ricky immediately took up the charge and rammed his cock up into his mother hard and fast. Repeatedly thrusting up with enough force to raise her ass up and down in a jogging rhythm. Frantic for his climax he wrapped his arms around her neck and held her to him in a continuous passionate kiss. The vigour of his thrusts and the deep penetration of his mother sustained her orgasm through multiple aftershocks that made it hard for her to breathe. With her face pressed to his she gasped and struggled for breath as her tears of pleasure soaked his cheeks.
At last he gave one final thrust and gripped his mother's hips, holding her hard against him as his cock erupted inside her, "Aww fuck mum," the words were spoken through a grimace of almost painful pleasure as Ricky's spunk once more filled his mother's welcoming pussy. Anne slumped onto her son in a sweaty embrace as they relished the drowsy afterglow of yet another mutual climax. As she lay over him their heavy breathing slowly subsided as they drifted into a satisfied slumber.
Late to lunch
Sometime later... Anne heard her phone ping. She unwrapped herself from Ricky and rolled off the bed. Checking her phone she saw it was Finola confirming that she had booked a table for lunch at the pub for 12:45 pm. Checking the time she saw it was now 11:20. They had to hurry. Waking Ricky she told him they would be late for the lunch date with Auntie Finola and had to hurry.
"I'm getting in the shower," Anne announced, "You made me all sweaty again."
"Can I come too?" Ricky gave a mischievous grin.
"No way. I need to get ready or we'll be late. I don't need you distracting me with that thing," at this she gently slapped his floppy cock. "You go to the one in the bathroom and I'll get ready in mine. Be ready to leave in half an hour," she instructed.
"I'll be ready. I bet you won't," Ricky teased as he shuffled out of his mother's bed and headed out.
As Anne walked to her en suite she felt a dribble of spunk ooze from her pussy and trickle down her thigh. She cupped her pussy with her hand and scurried to the bathroom, 'such a messy boy she thought, smiling to herself.'
Ricky was correct, his mother took nearly an hour to get ready. He was waiting in the living room as she entered. He was taken aback. She looked amazing. Seeing his surprise she was delighted and gave a little spin to show off. Ricky surveyed her figure-hugging light-blue denim jeans that showed off her lovely bum. Her feet were clad in white Nikes with pink laces and a pink swoosh symbol on the side. There was just a hint of her pink liner socks showing above the shoes. She wore a fitted white t-shirt with a deep V-neck under a loose hanging pink blouse. She had fixed her hair and make-up to perfection and looked stunning.
"Jesus Mum, you look amazing."
"Thank you honey, but all this," she gestured to herself with a flourish of both hands, " has made us really late. Finola will be angry if she has to wait long for us so you can drive us there and we can leave the car if we have a couple of drinks." She tossed him the car keys and they hurried out.
Twenty-five minutes later they had arrived and Anne rushed in to meet Finola as Ricky parked and followed her in. When he joined them Anne was apologising for keeping Finola waiting, but she was in a happy mood and had bought the first round of drinks. Finola complimented Anne, "You look amazing, Babe. You should definitely let me fix you up," she said in an aside to Anne.
"Thank you, but forget it. I told you already. I'll wait," she glanced at Ricky who either hadn't heard or was most likely pretending not to. "Anyway you look great too Fee."
Anne thought Finola always looked good. Whereas Anne worried that her short, curvy figure made her look dumpy, she thought Finola was tall and elegant. She wore skinny jeans with strappy shoes and a tailored jacket over a black low-cut t-shirt. Although not as full figured as Anne, Finola still had a lovely cleavage which she was happy to show-off when she wanted.
They chatted and ordered food and enjoyed their typical family chat and banter and time passed quickly. They ordered more drinks but Ricky declined a beer saying he would drive later. So Finola and Anne shared a bottle of wine. Their inhibitions fading as they drank. Finola quizzed Ricky about girlfriends, "Your mum says you have a girlfriend?"
"No, not really." Ricky was blushing.
"What does that mean, I suppose you are playing the field. Handsome boy like you will have all the girls chasing you," Finola teased him. "If you ever want any advice and you are too scared to talk to your old mum, your auntie Fee is here to help."
"Leave him alone, Fee," Anne chastised her, although she knew she was being kind.
Then Ricky surprised them both saying, "My mum is actually wonderfully understanding. She gives me all the guidance I need thank you auntie Finola."
"Really," Finola made a mock surprised face, "Well you are a lucky boy. I could never talk to my mum. It was all guess work when I was a teenager. Of course things are different now and your mum is cool." At this she leaned over a kissed Anne on the cheek.
"What's that for?" Anne giggled.
"Just for being cool and taking care of my lovely nephew."
Anne reacted more than she meant to at this, "He is actually my son, not just your nephew," but then her tone softened and she added, "But it's no bother. He is a good boy who takes care of his mum," Anne gave Ricky a cheeky wink unseen by Finola.
A doubt intrudes
Their chat continued until nearly 3 pm when Anne announced that they needed to go. Ricky assured her he was fit to drive and they said their goodbyes to Finola and departed.
As Ricky drove Anne leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, "I love you so much my handsome boy." As she pushed herself back to her seat she announced, "Christ that wine has gone to my head. I feel all warm and tingly. You might have to give me some attention when we get home." Pausing to look for his reaction she added, "You OK honey? It's not bothering you is it? I mean what we're doing and all?"
"Of course not Mum. I adore you."
"Yes, but it's a bit unusual isn't it? I mean a mother isn't supposed to have sex with her son."
"Mum, I love it. You're a babe. Besides you are helping me get experience."
Anne was quiet for a moment and Ricky looked over and noticed tears on her cheek. She was quietly weeping, "What's wrong mum?"
"I'm a wicked person. Your mother should be someone you can trust and who loves you. Not some slut who wants sex with you." She was sobbing now.
Ricky pulled-up the car and leaned over to her unbuckling his seatbelt. "Mum, you are not wicked. You are so good to me. You have supported me after dad..." his voice trailed off. Anne was beathing in short gasps and the tears poured down her cheeks.
"I'm taking advantage of you son. We have to stop. We can't do this anymore. Take me home and let's just reset and try to move on."
Ricky touched her chin and turned her face gently towards his, "I don't want to stop Mum. I love you. I want to feel close to you. Why can't we do what we want?"
"It's, it's just wrong," Anne stammered.
"Who says? Not Auntie Fee, she was offering me sex too."
"I don't think that's what she meant honey. She was just offering advice. I think you misunderstood." Her tone changed and she looked into Ricky's eyes, "Would you like to have sex with Fee?"
"No, mum, I love you. I want to have sex with just you. You are so gorgeous. You excite me so much. I'm hard now, mum, just thinking about getting you naked again. Please don't stop now. Please. Now that we have found this please don't take it away."
Anne wiped her eyes and gave her son a half smile. "You really are a handsome boy. I love you so much."
"Please don't stop."
Anne's smile broadened, "Just drive me home will you"
"But Mum..."
Anne interrupted and repeated emphatically, "Just drive me home, now! Before I change my mind."
At home they rushed in almost falling through the door. Hardly had the door shut as Ricky immediately pushed his mum against the wall and kissed her. The kiss was deep and hot. Her breath was richly fragrant with the wine and her face felt hot with arousal. He pushed her blouse off and it fell to the floor. His hand found the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it up to give access to her full boobs encased in the white bra. He bent his head to kiss the swelling tops of her boobs. Just then Anne reached around and released the bra. Ricky at once lifted it and kissed his mother's hard nipples as she gasped in pleasure.
Eager for her he then pulled on the thin belt of her jeans and opened the button and zip
"Please fuck me," Anne gasped.
Ricky shocked her, taking control and pushing her face down on the bottom stairs. He dropped his jeans and pants and his thick erection stood out and he started to aim it towards her face. But she pushed him away. Undoing her jeans she pushed them and her pants down and turned to kneel on the stairs, presenting her beautiful round ass to him, "Fuck me like this, I want you deep inside me." Anne's confused emotions were resolving into impatient desire for her son. The incestuous taboo only serving to heighten her desire.
Without another word Ricky moved in and aimed his cock at her pussy as she knelt doggie style in front of him. He slipped easily into her wet and willing pussy and started to fuck her in deep strokes. But almost instantly he lost control. He groaned and snatched his cock from her gaping cunt just as it sprayed it's load of cum over her opening.
"Aw fuck, mum. Shit, sorry. I just couldn't hold on. Sorry mum. Sorry."
Anne turned back to him and pulled him to her face. They kissed and she comforted him, she was disappointed, but knew better than to show him and cause him hurt, "Oh my beautiful boy. It's alright. It's alright. That's just what I deserved."
"No Mum, you are gorgeous and I want to give you everything you want. Please don't be mad at me, please.
"Mad? Honey. You just showed me how much you want me, how much you love me. Your desire is so strong you can't control it. It's the best compliment you could pay me. It's so empowering for a woman when a man desires her so much he loses control like that. I could never be mad at that." She paused then added, "Let's go up to bed. I have an idea."
Mother, teacher, lover
In short order they were naked and in bed. Anne kissed Ricky and softly encouraged him, "Would you like to lick my pussy please?" Ricky just grinned in reply. "I'll take that as a yes shall I?" Anne teased him.
She gently instructed him to move down between her legs. She spread her legs in front of him and for a moment felt a bit self-conscious but resolved to overcome the doubt. Besides she was so turned on by her lover's desire for her that she needed relief. Softly she explained the parts of her pussy to her son and then told him to gently lick her clit. "Having your mouth on me is lovely, but if you lick gently here," she circled her clit with her middle finger, "then you will get me off for sure." His tongue played across her clit. At first just the tip teased the rigid bud of her clit. Then he licked with the flat of his tongue, pressing hard into her labia and drawing up to her clit. "Oh yes, honey, like that." Ricky increased the pressure and pace of his licks, "Oh yes."
Her hands reached between her wide-spread thighs to gently stroke Ricky's temples. "Oh God, yes, my love. That's wonderful. He licked her in a steady beat for a few minutes when Anne softly called him up her body.
Crawling between his mother's legs to lie on her body his face met hers, "Am I doing it wrong?" He was anxious.
"Oh no, sweetheart, you are doing it just right." Seeing his quizzical look she added, "You are going to make me cum and I just don't want it to stop. Is that selfish of me?"
Smiling Ricky reassured her, "No Mum, I want you to have all the pleasure you want. I'll do that all day if you like."
"No need for that. I'm right on the edge. I'm going to cum as soon as you start again."
"You want me to..." he didn't finish.
"Yes, but kiss me first," Their mouths met in a long passionate and wet kiss. As they parted Anne looked into his eyes and said, "You taste of me. It's such a turn on."
"I like it too, Mum."
"I'm glad." He went to move down but she made him pause and added, "It may get a little... a little more when I cum. That OK?"
Ricky just smiled and moved down his mother's body to resume licking her pussy. He could taste the musky heat of it's slick, wetness. He lapped along the labia and pressed his tongue to her clit.
"Oh fuck yes," Anne encouraged him.
Ricky's head nodded rapidly as he lapped at his mother's pussy. His movement becoming stronger and faster. "Put your fingers in me," Anne encouraged him. Slowly Ricky inserted a finger tentatively between the hot, slippery folds of his mother's pussy. "More please, put two in." Ricky obediently added a second finger and gently pumped in and out as he licked her clit.
He could taste a change in her pussy. A stronger scent and a slight metallic tang signalled the onrush of her orgasm. Ricky felt a warm influx of hot secretions on his lips. He relished it and didn't recoil as his mother's cum oozed onto his lips. At the same time, Anne felt the headrush of a powerful orgasm and groaned aloud as she convulsed with the blissful agony of her climax. She shuddered through the delicious release and as it subsided clawed at Ricky to move up and kiss her. As their lips met she savoured the taste of her climax on her son's kiss. She felt the shared secretions were a sealing bond of their illicit love.
After a few moments Anne was first to speak, "That was wonderful. You are such a good lover."
"I'm glad," then he added, "Mum please don't stop this. I love you and I want us to continue."
Anne lifted his face to make eye contact, "It's impossible," she whispered, Ricky looked stricken for a second, "for me to give you up. I love you more than anything. I know this is wrong on so many levels. But I don't care. You are so beautiful. I couldn't stop if I tried." Ricky looked happy and she added urgently, "But we have to be so careful, Ricky love. If anyone found out it would be awful. They might even take you away from me." Her eyes welled with tears again but this time caused by the thought of losing her lover, not from the fear of being with him.
"I would never leave you, Mum." They kissed and she hugged her son close.
At that moment she felt the hard rod of his erection pressing into her hip. She fixed him with a mock stern expression, "Can't you control that thing of yours?"
"Not when I'm around you, Mum," Ricky chuckled.
"Well then, how can I help you? Would you like me to use my mouth on you?" Ricky just smiled and she added, "Lie back then."
She kissed him and started to descend along his body when he asked uncertainly, "Mum?"
"Yes"
"Is it OK if? I mean can I..." he was nervous but her smile encouraged him and he added, "I would like to cum in your mouth. Like we did last night. Is that OK?"
"Of course it is. Why are you asking now?"
"I just don't want to do anything wrong. I don't want to upset you."
"But you couldn't. I love you and besides I like the taste of you."
"Really?"
"Yes, of course. I love everything about you. Now relax and let me tend to you."
Anne slid down and took hold of his once more tumescent cock, "God, I love this thing. It's so hard and perfect." She kissed the head and allowed it to slip between her lips. She gently sucked and teased with her tongue. She could taste the pre-cum and anticipated the full serving of his hot release. Her head bobbed and her hand pumped his swollen cock as she urged him onward to his climax and her prize. After the premature climax earlier this took a little time and effort, but Anne was a willing servant and coaxed her son to give-up her reward.
Ricky lay back, eyes closed and thrilled at his mother's expertise. He wanted nothing but to be his mother's lover now. He wanted to be able to explore her body and share their mutual pleasure. He wanted his mother's love, her desire, her wanton lust, and to give her every pleasure she demanded.
At last she urged through hot breaths, "Come for me, Ricky love, give it to me."
Obediently Ricky felt his body respond to her command. His centre churned and his hips rose up to meet her eager mouth. He felt his balls tighten and the first surge of ejaculation explode onto her ready tongue. Over and over again his cock erupted into her mouth and she kept her lips locked on to his swollen glands to receive each delivery with relish and unconditional love for her beautiful son. She savoured and swallowed each mouthful. Eventually allowing the slowly softening cock to slip from her lips. She kissed the messy remnants and cuddled up to her son's muscular frame and held him. Their naked embrace dissolving into a peaceful slumber.
Mother and son now consummated lovers.