Chapter 3493: SCENT OF THIS WOMAN, LOVE AND LUST
As far as I can remember, she was the only woman I ever wanted or craved for. Ever since that day, almost six months ago, when I opened the bathroom door, not knowing that someone was inside. She was in the midst of taking off her panties, bending forward and raising one leg slightly, her frontal completely exposed. In awe, I just stood there, transfixed, staring at my mother, her complexion, so pale like alabaster. Her pubic hair was bushy and black, a contrast against the paleness of her body. I could not take my eyes off her, taking in the beauty. Her breasts, full and hanging down from her chest as she stood, bending down and those nipples, pointing out like small thumbs.
She was lost for words as our eyes met. No man had ever seen her naked except for her husband. I drank in her nakedness. Then she let go of her panties, caught at her ankles and her hands tried to cover her breasts and crotch. She reminded me of a girl that I had seen in an internet porn site, undressing before being fucked. I mumbled my apologies and quickly turned to shut the door. As I walked away, I heard her locking the latch.
I headed for my room. Once inside, I just leaned against the wall. The image of mom nude was imprinted in my head and I realized that I had gone hard. I could not help it as I locked my door and dropped my pants. Taking a wad of tissue, I masturbated with the freshness of her image before my eyes. Within moments, the tissue was soaked with my sperm. As I gasped, I knew that what I did was wrong, but it felt so, so good. I cleaned myself and crept into bed. I tried to sleep but I kept seeing her in my mind. At 18 and hormones raging, I stroked myself again, this time not even bothering to grab the tissue as I spurted all over my stomach.
There was only the three of us staying in the house, dad, mom and I. I was an only child. Mom had married young and had given birth to me when she was only 20. At 38, she was elegantly beautiful, with a figure that drew admiring looks. Dad was in the banking sector and we lived well. I was about to leave for the university soon.
Mom never mentioned about the incident and in time, I suppose she had forgotten about it. But on the day it happened, and subsequently for sometime, I felt she was uncomfortable whenever we were alone, when dad was not around. I was a nervous wreck myself, unable to look her in the eye. But my feelings for her had changed drastically. I see her, not as a parent figure but as someone whom I yearned and longed for and almost every night from that day. I had fucked, ravished and cum for her in the solitude of my room.
I made it a point to be aware of the time of day when she took her bath. One day when both of them were out, I took the drill and made a small hole on the bathroom wall wooden panel and covered it with sticker, almost unnoticed if one did not look for the tell tale sign. I had peeked through the hole whenever I hear the shower flowing and when only both of us were in the house. This had gone on for the past six months. I knew every detail of her body. I had lost interest with girls that I had been going out with as I was consumed with my illicit longing for her. Everyday, I rush home from school just to satisfy my need to peep secretly at her nude form.
Mom noticed that I was always at home and not going out as I used to do before. She asked me whether I was having any problems with my friends. I told her that I was more interested in my computer than running around. One day, dad told us over dinner that the bank was opening a new branch in the neighboring state and that he had to organize the setup. He will be gone for a week. Both mom and I sent him to the airport. As we drove home, mom said that she will soon be missing me too as I will be leaving for university in a month's time. I replied that the feeling was mutual but my heart was aching, knowing that the woman sitting beside me, smiling at me lovingly will soon be so far away from me. My mind began to wonder and I almost ran the traffic lights. Mom looked at me and said, "Penny for your thoughts, you almost ran the traffic lights. You seem to be preoccupied with something, I can sense it. Matt, is anything bothering you."
I kept silent for a while, not knowing what to say. "Nothing mom, maybe it's because I'll be leaving you and I really am going to miss you," I said, turning slightly to look at her. I could feel my heart beating rapidly, just being so close to her.
Mom put the palms of her hand on my neck and caressed it. "I will miss you too, son, I love you," she smiled at me.
God, I could feel a slight tremble running through my body as I felt her soft hand on my neck. If only you knew, mom, if only you knew, I said to myself. When we reached home, she made us a hot drink and said that she was retiring for the night. I went to my room and as almost every night, I shuddered as my sperm spurted out of me for my mother.
On the third day after dad had left, it was 10pm and I was watching a show on the television. I was startled by a noise of something falling from mom's room. I quickly made my way and knocked on her door. I called out, "Mom, are you okay, I thought I heard something fell." There was no answer. Then I heard a muted cry. I turned the knob of her bedroom door and opened it so that I can look inside. Mom was sitting on the floor, holding her ankle. I quickly went to her.
As I knelt down beside her, she grimaced and said, "I knocked against the chair and fell. That was really clumsy of me."
I tried to pull her up gently but she stopped me.
"No, let me sit here for awhile, my ankle hurts a bit," she said.
"I'll go get the medicated lotion and give it a rub," I told her. "You just rest, mom." I went to the medicine cabinet and got the oil.
"Let's get you on the bed so you can lie down," I smiled at her. I was well build for an 18 year old and could easily lift mom up as I carried her in my arms and placed her onto her bed.
During the commotion, I did not see that she was in her negligee. Now, I tried to put it out of my mind as I gently rubbed a thin coating of oil onto her right ankle. Her skin felt as soft as silk. She sighed and I saw that her eyes were closed. As I turned my head I saw her bra and panties were draped across the chair's armrest. God, I realized that mom was not wearing anything underneath her negligee. As I lifted both her legs to place upon my lap, the sheer white satin material she had on slipped aside, exposing her pubic area. My eyes drank in her secret. My hands felt feverish as I moved from her ankle to her lower leg, massaging tenderly. The softness of her flesh intoxicated me.
When I reached her thigh, she opened her eyes. She looked down in horror to see that her nakedness was laid bare for me to see as she felt my hands softly kneading her right thigh. She was in shock. Her voice pierced my fogged mind, almost in a whisper, "Matt, what are you doing...?" as she tried to lift her leg off my lap but I held her legs together.
I knew that I had crossed the line and I did not want to turn back. I could not, even if I wanted to. I was about to commit the unpardonable sin, I wanted to make love to this woman, lying there in front of me. Mom tried to struggle, but I held her legs firmly with my left hand. My right hand reached for the ends of her negligee and slowly pushed it up her until it bunched around her belly button. Now I could really see the black luxuriant hair covering her womanly treasure.
In her mesmerized state, mom could hardly offer any resistance as she could only moan. "No Matt, no!!!." Her wide eyes pleading as tears began running down her cheeks.
Taking a deep breath, I placed the palm of my hand on her crotch, caressing her tenderly, feeling the rich texture of her pubic hairs. An anguished cry of helplessness emitted from her hoarsely as she felt me caressing her between her exposed thighs. My hand lingered gently and my thumb moved downwards, searching for folds of her vagina. I felt a wetness matting the lower ends of her down hairs. The liquid had the texture of light syrup. My heart was beating furiously. Mom had nothing to do with it, I was the predator and I had made her cum in spite of her unwillingness to participate in my incestuous assault of her body. As she whimpered incoherently, I felt her body stiffened and jerked.
I was beside myself as I held her legs and got off the bed, kneeling on the floor at the edge. I pulled her slowly towards me as I lifted her legs up, bending her knees, and pushing them slowly towards her chest. Her vagina gaped open before my eyes. Leaning downwards between her thighs, my mouth closed onto her opening. I kissed the lips of her vagina as though it was her mouth. The tangy musk of her sex was like an aphrodisiac, making me drunk as I sucked on her. I could see her stomach undulating in rhythm with my sucking and then distending taut when my tongue penetrated inside her. Her syrup flowed freely, wetting my face when my lips clamped onto her stiffened clitoris.
Mom gasped, beads of sweat making her body glistened. Her thighs now caught my head in a firm grip as she shuddered involuntarily. I lifted my head off her. I looked at her face and saw that her eyes was dazed and dilated. In a rush of lust, I raised her buttocks further upwards as my tongue lapped and lashed her sticky wetness from the top of her pubic region to the puckered star of her anus. She quivered when I circled her anus with my tongue, kissing and lightly pushing against it. When I sucked her bitter end, her body shook uncontrollable, as she went into spasms of a second orgasm.
Holding on to her tightly, I let her savor the exquisite feeling I knew she was going through, just as I was experiencing it myself. A minute of two passed as she gasped, her hands clutching at the bed sheets, her mouth opened, her eyelids fluttering. I released my hold on her and stood up on weakened legs. I placed her legs down, as they dangled onto the floor. My fingers gently pushed aside her matted pubic hair as I needed to see the object of my loving. Her vagina lips were red and swollen, glistening with the wetness of my saliva and her secretions. Like a magnet, I leaned down to lick away the remains of her flow.
Standing up, I could see the bed sheet beneath her buttocks was stained with the evidence of my forbidden activity. I leaned towards her and holding her face between the palms of my hands, I kissed her mouth, leaving the stickiness of our liquid on her lips. With my heart thumping wildly, I took a last look at mom. She laid there spread eagled, her satin negligee still bunched up around her stomach. I could not comprehend why I thought she looked like a prostitute after having been ravished against her consent by a brute of a man.
I closed her door and ran to my room. I sat down on the chair, completely exhausted. Only then did I see that my pants were stained and wet. I had ejaculated copious amount of sperm into my underwear. Standing up, I walked around my room, not knowing what to do. I took a shower and put on a fresh pair of clothes. I almost ran out of the house. Walking along aimlessly, I finally found myself somewhere a few blocks away, my thoughts almost suicidal. What had I done? Was mom going to report me to the authorities? Was she phoning dad now? Will I end up in jail? I kept walking in a daze.
I felt something shaking me. I opened my eyes to see a policeman standing beside me. "What are you doing here Matt?" he said.
Blinking into the flashlight, my mind was in limbo. Looking around, I saw that I was lying in an alley by the roadside. "Uhh, uhh," I replied incoherently. As the cobwebs receded, I saw that it was Officer James, the neighborhood policeman, whom we all knew.
"Are you drunk, young man," he said. "It's two in the morning, come on, I'll take you home."
Listlessly, I got up and slipped into his patrol car.
"I didn't know that you drink, Matt. If you promise me that this will not happen again, I won't tell your parents," he said in a fatherly tone.
"I promise, sir," I replied, resigned to the fact that worse was going to be expected when we reached home.
He dropped me off when we reached the house. He gave me a pat and waved as he sped off. I stood looking at the house, the porch lights were on and I could see that the light in mom's room was also on. There was no place for me to go, so with much trepidation, I opened the front door. It was not locked. I went in and switched off the porch lights. As I approached my room, the door of mom's room opened and she came out. Time stood still as we looked at each other.
I could see that she had been crying. Her eyes were swollen. She was clad in her bathrobe. Her hair was pulled back, tied in a pony tail. She looked so vulnerable and sad. I supposed that she had taken a shower, trying to clean herself of the despicable act that I had performed on her earlier, trying to erase away the memory.
"Where did you go Matt, I was beside myself with worry," she said softly. "I called Officer James to look for you. I just told him that we had a misunderstanding and that probably you were somewhere in town getting drunk."
My eyes evaded hers, as I stood trembling, unable to say a word. I almost ran towards her and sank to my knees. Clasping her legs to my body, I cried, my body shaking. "Forgive me mother, I beg you, please," as the words were torn from deep within me.
She stepped back slowly and I released her. She did not answer me, as she walked back into her room. She closed the door and then the lights. In the darkness, I got up and headed for my room. Sleep did not come easy and I tossed and turned. I just hoped that tomorrow will never come.
It was raining heavily as I woke up. The events of yesterday were clear in my mind. As I showered, the images played in my head, and I could still scent her aroma. My penis grew very hard it throbbed painfully. I pressed the shaving lather into the palm of my hand and stroked myself to a blinding release, my mouth whimpering her name, "Marilyn, oh my love Marilyn," as I spurted strings onto the bath floor.
I did not venture out of my room for breakfast. Although, all sorts of worrisome scenarios played on my mind, the dark thoughts of making love to my mother were uppermost in my head. I assumed that she would not reveal what transpired between us to anyone, it was our unholy secret. Her upbringing would not want society to know the sin we had committed, although none of it was of her making. She would rather bear it to her grave. As I thought about it, a great burden was lifted off my chest. The more I reflect upon it, my feelings for her kept growing.
I heard the knock on my door. I opened it and mom stood in front of me.
"Lunch is ready," she said and she turned and walked away.
She was sitting at the table as I appeared. I pulled the chair and sat down. She had prepared a tray of roast beef. We ate in silence. Unable to restrain myself, I kept taking stolen looks in her direction. But she kept her head down, looking only at her plate. At last, I could not take it anymore.
"Please talk to me mom," I said as I pushed plate away.
She remained quiet.
Encouraged by the fact that she still loved me as her son and that our secret will remain between us, I poured out my pent-up feelings that I held within me all this while.
"I love you so much, mom," I said softly. "I have loved you forever. But in the past few months, I could not understand this feeling that I had for you. I know it is so wrong and sinful, but my love for you have grown into something I could not comprehend myself. I love you as a woman, someone whom I want as a wife, as a lover."
She could not believe the words that had come out of my mouth, her own son, her flesh and blood. Words failed her as she clasped her hands to cover her ears. She shook her head, got up, left the table and went into her room, locking her door.
I kept sitting there alone, wondering where all this was leading to. I wanted to love her so badly that tears ran down my face.
That night I paced around in my room, every nerve end in me taut and on ends. Dad would be home in a few days time. I will be gone soon. But I could not banish away the incredible and carnal love making I had experienced yesterday. My needs were greater than whatever fallout that would befall me in the future. My mind was made up even as I headed for her room.
I stood outside her door, my heart thumping madly. Without knocking I twisted the knob and it was not locked. Mom was on her bed and she looked towards me. The light was bright in her room and I could see her uneasiness. I pushed the door shut and locked it. As I approached her bed, she sat up and sat in the middle of her bed, her eyes wide and fearful.
"What do you want," she said, almost inaudible.
She was dressed in another negligee and once more my eyes looked towards the chair. Her bra and panties were neatly placed on the seat. My breath caught in my throat as I stood by her bed.
Without a word, I switched on the bedside lamp and closed off the main room light. The subdued glow gave the room an intimacy. Mom looked at me, her eyes wide and bright, like a fawn. I unbuttoned my pajama top and let it drop on the floor. Then I remove my bottom and stood naked in front of her. My penis was throbbing, turgid and heavy. It was big. I could see fear in her eyes as I climbed onto her bed.
"God, don't do this to me," she uttered as she moved against the headset, pulling herself into a ball, hugging her knees to her chest.
I had lost all sense of reasoning. I wanted her. Naked, I reached her and clasped her face in my hands. She pushed her hands against my chest as I sank down to kiss her lips. She tried to twist her head away but I held her firmly as my mouth sought hers. Her lips as soft as butter as I messed hers with mine, tasted her for the first time in a feverish and heated pressure. Even as her dainty hands beat against my chest, my tongue forced her mouth open as it penetrated inside hers. I knew I was rough, sucking on her mouth and tasting her tongue until her hands stopped her feeble thumping on my chest.
Our kiss was long and passionate as I tasted her saliva. Finally, she surrendered, lying limply in my arms as I kissed her at will. She was breathing heavily as I laid her head on the pillow. I looked into her eyes as she stared at me. I slowly pulled up her negligee, raising her body and pulling it off, over her head. Her lovely long hair was spread out on the pillow.
My goddess was finally completely naked before me. My hands reached out to tenderly caress those wonderful breasts, and as my fingers traced her nipples, they grew out, long and hard. Mom whimpered as I rolled her nipples between my thumbs and fingers. My lips descended on them, one after the other as I sucked, like I did 18 years ago. I kneaded her breasts as I sucked on her nipples, as though I was drawing milk from them. Mom kept moaning and I took her limp hands and placed them on my hot phallus, directing her fingers to rub the pre-cum seeping out. Her soft hands were wet with my sticky fluid. Then I kissed her breasts, down to her stomach, her belly button until I reached the top sprouting of her pubic hairs.
Once again, I could smell the aroma of sex as it wafted up to my nostrils. I was drunk with intoxication as my mouth seeked her clitoris. The tiny bud had popped out, like a miniature penis. When my lips clamped on it, her buttocks jerked upwards, as though she was fucking my mouth. She was now grasping my thick shaft, coating it with my pre-cum, making it slippery in her hands. I stopped and placed my legs over her body in a sixty nine position. Grasping her thighs, I pulled it upwards over my shoulders and sank my head onto her sex. I kissed and licked the lips of her vagina. As the thin film of her secretions leaked out, I thrust my tongue in, fucking her with it.At that moment, I felt her taking my hardness into her mouth. God, she is sucking me. I just wanted to pleasure her, but for mom to take me in her mouth was exquisite. As I tongue fucked her, I felt her taking me deeper inside her mouth. It was like a vacuum as she pressed me in and out of her. I knew I could not last much longer but I don't want to pull out. I let it happened. As I felt my balls pressed against her face, I pushed down firmly and ejaculated into her throat. At the same time I pushed my tongue as deeply into her as I could. She tried to push my legs up, to push me off her but I clamped my hips firmly against her head. I kept spurting, and I could hear her muffled groans. Unable to release herself, she had to swallow her son's hot and thick sperm into her belly as it filled her mouth.
Finally I relaxed, and raised my body. I could hear her gurgling. Her legs too went limp as I pulled out my tongue. I lifted myself off be and sat by her side. We were a mess. Her face was smeared with my cum and mine with hers. I climbed off her bed and headed for her bathroom. I wet a face towel and went back to her, gently wiping away the evidence of my seed from her face. Then I cleaned her between her thighs. After washing my face and my penis, I climbed back into bed lying beside her. I pulled the blanket to cover us as I held her in my arms. Throughout the whole evening, from the time I kissed her on her mouth, we did not say a word to each other. I switched off the bedside lamp and spooning her, we drifted off in an exhausted, mindless sleep.
I was awakened by the sound of thunder. Mom was still asleep. I looked at the clock by the side table. It showed 4.25 in the morning. As lightning filled the room with ghostly illumination, I could see her naked form, as the blanket that covered us was pushed aside. The beauty of our earlier loving was fresh in my mind. She looked so beautiful, lying there. My lust for her returned. I was insatiable for my mother's body.
I kissed her shoulders, her hair, and her ears. As I did that, she mumbled something but I could not make out what she said. I don't know if she was awake. Even now, after such consummate love making a few hours ago, I was hard for her. She was sleeping on her side, curled up, her legs bent at the knees. She looked just like a woman, completely satisfied after being fucked. I kept thinking of her in those terms. I laid myself beside her, my legs at her head and my head at her buttocks. Not touching her with any part of my body, my tongue lightly licked her exposed valley between her flaring hips. As I continued licking her puffy vagina lips, the result of my earlier ravishment, I could see her trembling slightly. Her love juices were flowing again.
I knew she was awake, but she remained silent, allowing me to pleasure her. When my tongue touched her anus, she emitted a gasp. My tongue went back to her vagina and pushed in as she raised her legs apart to allow me entrance. Mom was so wet. I got up and held her in the spoon position again, this time rubbing my engorged penis against her opening.
"No, Matt, not that, I am not protected," she whispered haltingly.
But I held her in my arms, my face in her hair. As I pushed in, the knob of my phallus lodged into her vagina. "Shh mom," I said into her ear, "I'll pull out before I come, please," I pleaded. Even as she tried to dislodge me it only made my penis go deeper into her. Her wetness had made it easy for me to push in until I was balls deep inside her. I throbbed uncontrollable as I pulled out slightly and then pushed in again. I could hear her crying in vain as I began to fuck her. She was tight and her vaginal walls gripped my shaft. I filled her completely. My hands went to her breasts as I kneaded them, my fingers pulling on her nipples, already hard and turgid.
She was all that I imagined in my dreams. The wonderful body, the only woman I wanted as I fucked her in controlled strokes. Pulling out and pushing in, her flowing secretions making a slouching sound, so erotic. I could feel my penis growing thicker as I knew I had lost it. My balls tightened and pulling her tightly against me, trying to reach the deepest part of her, I spurted my life making liquid deep into her cervix. I felt her vagina sucking me in, accepting my sperm. I kept coming, spurt after spurt until it seeped out between her wall and my girth, down her thighs and onto the bed sheets.
In the throes of lust and incest, I called out her name as I came inside her, "I love you Marilyn, I love you."
Unable to control herself, mom groaned in orgasmic fulfillment in spite of the catastrophic consequences of me coming inside her. I kept kissing her and telling her how much I loved her. I was still tremendously hard inside her. Gripping her tightly, I began to fuck into her again. Her body was shaking in my arms. I turned her face to mine and kissed her deeply as I unloaded another string of sperm inside her. Breathing heavily, our heads slumped on the pillow we shared. Her vagina was still throbbing around my penis. We slept that way.
When I awoke the next morning, I was lying alone in her bed. As I thought back to the night before, I knew that I had committed the ultimate sin. I had fucked my mother and came inside her, not once but twice. I did it despite her pleading me not to do it. She had surrendered herself to my incestuous needs, to let me take her but I had done the unforgivable act.
I quickly dressed and walked out to my room. Mom was sitting on the sofa in the hall, her hands in her face. We looked at each other. I wanted to console her, but words had no meanings now. It happened and nothing was going to change that. I just did not know what to do. In the quiet of my room, I thought back to that fateful day I first saw my mother naked, the day that changed my whole life.
For the next two days, we tried of avoid each other. We had not spoken. Food was always ready for me on the table. Mom kept herself in her room. Dad would be coming home the next day. How life had changed in just a few day.
My yearning for her had not diminished at all, in fact, I kept thinking of the wonderful coupling we had. Since mom did not admonish me for fear of making her pregnant, I assumed that she had taken care of it. Dad's return the next day will be the end of everything.
That night, after taking my bath, I sat down and contemplated whether or not I should have a last time with mom. I sat there for about an hour and the time was already late. It was almost midnight. I couldn't take it anymore. I walked to her room. With a heightened sense of anticipation, I stared at the door knob. If she did not want me, the door would be locked.
With great trepidation, I turned the knob. It was unlocked. Heaving a breath of relief, I opened it. The side table lamp was on, and mom was sitting on her bed. She looked towards me. Silently I walked in and locked the door. I guessed she knew instinctively why I was in her room, having not tried anything for the last two days. Dad was coming home. As I stood there looking at her, she got up and slowly removed her negligee. It fell on a pile at her feet. With the shock of wavy hair cascading down to her shoulders, she stood there, waiting. I took off my clothes by the door.
Naked and hard, I walked towards her. I took her into my arms and kissed her on her mouth. We just stood there, clinging to one another in deep passionate embrace, as though we understood that this was to be our last time. My mouth left hers and slowly my lips trailed down her neck, to her nipples. There were already standing out, as an offering to me. I sucked on them and a breath caught in her throat. I kneaded her heavy breasts lovingly, as I kept sucking, taking her fully into my mouth. My arms circled her as I knelt down, caressing the fullness of her buttocks. As I faced, looking at her treasure, she spread her legs apart. My mouth went between them and she was already leaking. Her hands clutched my hair as I rasped my tongue against her opening. I looked up and saw that her head was bending backwards, moans emitting from her. Slowly, I turned her around so that my face was now burrowing into the deepness of her buttocks. She bent her body forward and I held her hands from behind, so that she could keep her balance. I could now suck her vagina from behind. The musky odor of sex was in the air as I stood up. I kneaded her breasts and nipples again as she dropped the back of her head on my chest. My lust for her was overwhelming.
I whispered against her luxuriant hair. "Marilyn, I want to fuck you standing up."
She could only whimper as I bend my knees so that my raging penis was lodged between her buttocks. Adjusting it with my free hand, I sought her vaginal opening. And I pushed in. She gasped as I placed my hands on her thighs beneath her buttocks and lifted her up, her back against my chest. I thought this could only be true in dreams. But here I was, cradling my mother in my arms, my face in her hair as I fucked her. She was off the floor, her legs hanging freely as I pumped into her.
She cried out, "Matt, oh Matt," feeling my fullness in her.
Hearing her calling out my name led me to another level. I pressed deeply into her. Once again, the unholy thoughts of her as a prostitute raged in my head.
I whispered urgently into her ear, "Do you like me to fuck you this way, Marilyn? Did dad ever fuck you this way?"
"Nooooooo," she moaned.
And then I came, gobs of my sperm ejaculating deep inside her. She gripped my arms tightly as she went into her orgasm. Even when she relaxed and dropped limply against me, I kept fucking her. I was insatiable as I came again. Still attached to her I headed towards her bed. As we covered the small distance, my sperm leaked out of her, dripping onto the floor. When I reach the edge of the bed, I pulled out and a large gob splattered on the floor.
I placed her gently onto the bed and she curled up in a fetal position, bending her knees to her chest, facing away from me. I could see that her pubic hair was matted and her inner thighs glistening with our juices. My sperm kept leaking out of her. The sight was too much for me as I sank between her soft cheeks and lapped up my ejaculation into my mouth. As I did that, mom's buttocks trembled. I sat at the edge of her bed for a moment and then headed for her bathroom to get the hand towel to clean her up.
After I had wiped her, I heard her said quietly, "your father called earlier and said he'll be on the 7 am flight tomorrow."
My heart dropped, knowing that it was only hours away before we had to go to the airport to fetch him. As I looked at her body, I was almost crazy with desire to fucking her again. It was not like I wanted to make love to her but to fuck her. I crept up towards her and said, "Mom, this is our last time together, I want to fuck you again."
She turned her head to face me. Her hands reached out to hold my penis. There were tears in her eyes. "Yes," she said.
We kissed again. This time with love and lust knowing that what happened in the last few days will stay only in our memory. I kissed her breasts tenderly. She moved her head my lap, her hands holding my stiffness. Then she moved her lips to it, her tongue catching the drops of pre-cum leaking out. Her mouth closed onto the tip as she started to suck me. My fingers smoothed her hair as she held my testicles in the palm of her hand. I almost came when her mouth left my penis and took my balls into her mouth.
I asked her, "Mom, have you been ever fucked here?" my finger touching her anus.
Her eyes widened. She was not naive. She had heard of anal sex. Her husband, Sam, had wanted to do it but she had not allowed him. In her mind it was an unnatural act. Not even animals do it. And now her son wanted to fuck her there. Marilyn was too ashamed to answer him. Instead she kept quiet and buried her head into the pillow.
She heard Matt getting off the bed and thought that he had left. As she looked up she saw him coming back with something in his hand. It was a tube of something and she knew he had prepared himself. She shuddered.
Matt said soothingly, "You know I won't hurt you mom, I'll be careful, and I know you'll like it. I'm going to switch off the lights."
The lights were off and the room was dimly lighted by shadows of the street lights. Marilyn felt her son going down on her again, running his tongue on her clit and her swollen pussy lips. He was so gentle with her and soon she was writhing with desire. Her wetness flowed again as he tongued her. Then his lips descended onto her tiny orifice, kissing it and his tongue reaming the edges.
Tiny sparkles of light exploded in her head as a new sensation washed over her body. She had clamped her anal opening tightly but after her son had wetted it with his saliva, the puckered hole relaxed and gave way for his tongue to slip in ever so slightly. He made her lie on her stomach and placed two pillows underneath her. Her raised buttock was slowly being spread open by his hands. She felt a cold liquid being dropped onto her anus. Then she felt his finger spreading the jelly like substance onto her virgin hole. The sensation was exquisite as he circled her anus. When she was relaxed, she felt the pressure as he inserted his finger, penetrating her. The suddenness of his action made her anal muscle clamp tightly against the invasion.
Matt whispered, "You have to relax Marilyn."
She knew he was already beyond himself whenever he called her by her name. As she relaxed he dripped more lube onto her opening and this time he was able to slip his finger up to his knuckle. He finger fucked her anus slowly. The sensation she felt was different as her back passage began to accept her son's finger. More lube was dropped onto her and a second finger was inside her. His gentleness made her open up. And then finally, a third finger. She was gaping as he inserted his stiff tongue. The dirtiness of his actions befuddled her, but it was nice.
She felt him mounting her, the tip of his penis trying to gain access. It was different, his bulbous head was huge. She immediately stiffened and tightened up. But he forced himself until she popped open, surrendering the initial penetration. Only the head was lodged in as she bites into the pillow. The pain was incredible. She felt as though he had pushed a small log into her anus. Even in the cool night air, the sweat poured out as the girth of her son's wide penis kept slowly moving inside her. She lifted her head up and groaned in agony. But Matt was only feeling the wonderful tightness of his mother's rectum. He stopped when almost half of his stiffness was inside her, letting her get used to him. Her anal muscles were pulsating around his girth, milking him. When she gradually relaxed, he pushed in until his balls rested against the softness of her buttocks.
"Is it still painful, Marilyn?" Matt asked her softly.
She had never felt so full in her behind. Not even when she was constipated. Marilyn just nodded her head.
"I'll let it stay inside until you feel ok," he told her, stroking her hair.
In about two minutes of quietness, she felt him pulling out slightly and pushing in again. This went on for a while. The intense pain was now replaced by a numbed fullness. She felt him put more of the liquid onto her and it was soothing. Then he began to move slowly, pulling out more and pushing in again. He was fucking her. They could hear a faint sound like air being pumped. He lifted her up so that she was on her hands and knees. He had her nipples in his hands, tugging at it as he kept fucking her slowly.
In the subdued darkness and quiet of early dawn, she heard him. "Marilyn, darling, you are like a bitch in heat and I am fucking you in your anus. You are so tight, so very, very tight. I could keep fucking you the rest of my life. You love this, don't you? Please say you love me fucking you, Marilyn, please," Matt told his mother.
He pulled her body up further to his chest, and onto a kneeling position. His hands full, on her breasts as he fucked her. Then one hand moved down to her clitoris, holding the tiny protrusion between his thumb and finger. The fullness in her rectum and his fingers on her clitoris caused Marilyn to cry out in erotic pleasure. She had never felt so used before. Matt's words in her ear made her shiver in the nastiness of their union.
Matt could not stop himself as he drove into his mother's bowels, "Marilyn sweetheart, you are my prostitute, my bitch, my lady dog. I want to fuck you till my cum is in your intestines."
She shuddered at his words. They both moaned in deepest pleasure as he released all that he had deep inside her bowels. Marilyn gave a small scream as she felt warmness inside her as multiple orgasms overtook her due to her son's pounding and hearing his innermost feelings towards her. Matt was gasping for air as he kept fucking her rectum. He pushed her flat onto the mattress, falling on top of her back and continued to copulate with her. He had never come so intensely nor had he ejaculate so much before. The squishing sound made by his penis in her sperm filled rectum as he kept pumping into her was the only sound in the room, other than their heavy breathing.
Having expanded all his energy and seed, Matt slump heavily onto Marilyn's back, utterly exhausted. Realizing that he was heavy on her, he raised himself and unplugged his spongy penis from her anus. Marilyn's recently virgin anal opening was gaping when Matt pulled his penis out with a plopping sound. The copious sperm leaked out onto the mattress. Marilyn expanded behind felt the emptiness. The room reeked of their sexual activity.
It was almost 4 o'clock in the morning. In two hours time, mother and son had to go to the airport. In a dazed state, she told her son to leave her room as she had to clean up. Matt wanted to say something but stopped himself. Walking wearily, he went to his room. Marilyn looked at the mess they made, the bed sheets were stained with their secretions. She forced herself up to clear up the evidence, although she was so tired. Even in her state of mind, she could not forget the words that Matt had uttered while he was taking her.
They drove in silence to the airport. Sam was waiting for them as they approached the arrival hall.
"I took an earlier flight," he said to them, "but I did not want to disturb your beauty sleep," he told his wife as he kissed her.
Matt averted his father's eyes as he grabbed his suitcase and walked to the car.
Two weeks later, Matt bade farewell to his mom and dad, as he caught his flight to attend Stamford University.
Later in the month he had a letter from his father. He told him about what was happening at home and about his appointment as a director of the bank. Towards the end of the letter, he read, "Son, we have a pleasant surprise for you. You are going to have a brother or sister. Your mom is pregnant. It must be a coincidence of my being made a director of the bank. We look forward to seeing you during semester break."
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