Chapitre 65: Mannequin Mommy end
"Oh, okay," she said, more disappointment hitting her.
Kevin promised, "Trust me, I'll push you this weekend."
"Promises, promises," Amanda flirted, standing up and turning around to coyly smile at her son.
"Freeze," Kevin ordered.
Amanda obeyed.
Kevin put his hand back on her wet vagina and rubbed it slowly, wanting to get her sexually excited.
Amanda struggled not to moan, his confident expression turning her on even more, yet his unwillingness to just take complete control also frustrating her.
Kevin moved away and smiled, "Have a great night, Mom." He kissed her on the cheek and left her stewing in lust.
As soon as Amanda heard the front door close, she fell onto her son's bed and began frantically rubbing herself, coming in seconds. As she lay there completely spent, she wondered what more she had to do to make her son know, without a doubt, how much she wanted him.
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Saturday morning, Valentine's Day, Amanda dressed in only her underwear and a long man's button-up shirt as she made breakfast.
Kevin came in and his morning wood stayed awake as he ordered, "Freeze!"
Amanda smiled as she froze with a spatula in one hand and a pan in the other.
Kevin moved to her, took the items out of her hands, and hugged her. He then fondled her breasts and moved in so his lips were just brushing hers.
Amanda wanted to kiss him, to give in to the lust she had been feeling grow more and more each day until it was at the undeniable fever pitch it now was.
Kevin continued getting more brazen, squeezing his mother's breasts, almost kissing her, moving his hand to her vagina. Being confident, he moved his fingers inside his mom's panties.
Amanda moaned, the moment of intimacy finally at hand, waiting for her son's finger to slide inside her.
Kevin teased his mom's pussy while staring into her eyes looking for an invitation to do more.
Amanda was about to burst, the intense intimacy of the touches, the look of lust in his eyes, being so close to crossing the taboo, but unable to go all in.
Kevin decided to go for broke, and after a couple minutes of teasing her, put his other hand on her cheeks, moved in and gave his mother a deep, you're-not-just-my-mother, kiss, while continuing to tease her pussy.
She somehow remained still, although when his tongue parted her lips, she responded with tongue also. The kiss lasted minutes, both of them doing no more, no less, than kissing, his finger never going any further. Amanda couldn't believe how natural it felt, the weeks of waiting somehow further enhancing the moment. Kevin meanwhile couldn't believe this was happening. The whole time he was kissing her, exploring her mouth, he was wondering what he should do next.
Amanda suddenly felt a wave of guilt after a few minutes of kissing her son...she was committing incest. Feeling overwhelmed, she broke the kiss and stammered, "T-t-thanks for the practice."
Kevin nodded, "Sure thing, Mom," but felt like he had been punched in the gut. He was sure he had read the signs properly, and being rejected made him disillusioned with the whole thing.
They ate in relative silence, and then Kevin dejectedly prepared to leave for work his job at the mall.
Amanda felt guilt all breakfast both at her lustful desire for her son and for pushing him away seeing in his eyes the hurt the rejection had on him. Wanting to make it up to him, wanting to give him the ultimate Valentine's Day present, she suggested, "Kevin, let's celebrate Valentine's Day together tonight."
Kevin couldn't read his mom anymore. Before being pushed away today, he would have hoped that this meant crossing the line; what better day than Valentine's Day to show complete love for someone. Yet, now he wasn't so sure; but hoping it was still a possibility, he agreed tentatively, "Sure."
All day, Amanda replayed the past month; she replayed how increasingly intimate it had gotten; she replayed his hands on her breasts and his finger touching her pussy; lastly, she replayed the morning's kiss. In the end, the evidence was there and undeniable, without a doubt she wanted her son; she saw him as a man, a lover.
She decided she was going to go for the sexual kill, putting herself out there completely. She was going to make herself completely vulnerable by giving herself to her son. She went shopping and purchased red sexy lingerie: bra, thong and thigh high stockings.
She got into the outfit and laid on her son's bed waiting for him to get home.
Kevin came home feeling a mixture of excitement and trepidation. The look in his mother's eyes as he left gave him hope, yet being pushed away when he kissed her, albeit after a few minutes and a lot of passion, confused him.
Walking in the house, he closed the door and heard his Mom call out, "I'm in your room, honey."
Immediately, Kevin's cock hardened as he walked towards his room. Excited, praying he hadn't read all the signs wrong, he walked into his room to see his mother on all fours, on his bed, in all red lingerie.
She was staring at him and said, in her frozen state, "Happy Valentine's Day."
Kevin moved to his bed, all his fantasies washing through him at once. He said, "I think today we will really test your ability to stay frozen."
She replied, "Do whatever you want to me," stressing the word 'whatever, giving him complete permission to use her body.
He moved to her ass, barely covered by the thong that left nothing to the imagination, and squeezed her ass cheeks.
Amanda held in a moan, but couldn't hold back a yelp when after a few seconds he playfully slapped her ass.
He continued rubbing his mom's ass, especially where he had created a slight red mark. He then moved his finger down the crack of her ass and all the way to her pussy. He said, as he pulled her thin fabric aside, deciding it was time to cross the line, slid a finger inside her already very wet pussy, "Let's see if you have finally mastered staying frozen."
"Ohhhhh," she moaned, the anticipated pleasure too much to hold in.
"You're not being a very good statue today, Mom," he scolded, as he quickly pumped his finger into his mom's pussy.
"I'm a bad Mommmmmmmmy," she moaned, deciding to continue to give every hint of her willingness to commit the ultimate sin.
"I don't want you to get fired," he continued, furiously fingering her, hard enough she couldn't help but move. "You need to be able to stay frozen while getting stimulated."
"I know," she moaned again, "but it's so hard." After a moment, she added, wanting his cock in her mouth, "Maybe I need something in my mouth to keep me quiet."
Kevin froze himself, the offer of oral sex new to this crazy, kinky game. He asked, "Is that what Mommy wants, her mouth filled?"
"Yes, baby," she agreed, "Mommy desperately wants to have her mouth filled completely."
Kevin pulled his fingers out and moved in front of his mother. He picked her up and put her on the floor repositioning her on her knees, her face now directly in front of his crotch. Deciding to really enjoy the act, he put her hand on his zipper and then moved her hand. That was followed by moving her arms to tug his pants down and then his underwear.
Amanda's eyes got big. Her son's cock was long, hard and thick. Her mouth watered and automatically opened up ready to receive her son's cock.
Kevin looked down at his mom, her open mouth so inviting, but again hesitated. He was 99 percent sure they were both thinking the same thing, but deciding he wanted to be a 100 percent correct he asked, "Does Mommy mannequin still want her mouth filled?"
"God, yes," Amanda replied, the hard cock an inch from her waiting mouth.
Kevin moved forward and slid his cock inside his mom's mouth.
Amanda's panties instantly dampened the moment her mouth was full. She wanted to bob on the big hard cock, but remained frozen as instead her son began to fuck her mouth.
Kevin was in heaven. His greatest fantasy happening as he slowly moved his cock in and out of his mom's mouth. He knew he wasn't going to last long, the anticipation building for weeks, and after less than a couple of minutes of slow moving back and forth he was close to coming. He pulled out and asked, "Does Mommy mannequin swallow?"
"Mommy mannequin does whatever her son asks her to," she responded, wanting him to understand she was giving herself mind, body and soul to her son.
Kevin slid his cock back into her mouth, moving his cock faster. After just a few strokes, he groaned and declared, "Here it comes, Mommmmmmmmy."
Amanda hadn't swallowed cum in years, but like riding a bike you never forget the skill, and as the cum shot into her mouth she eagerly swallowed her son's seed.
Kevin continued slowly moving in and out until every last drop of his cum had been deposited. Pulling out, he lifted her back onto the bed, laid her onto her back and decided it was time to worship perfection.
Amanda lay there both vulnerable and excited; with the line now crossed, the guilt and trepidation dissipated completely.
Kevin lifted her right stocking-clad leg up and moved her foot to his lips. He sucked on each toe individually through the sheer silk stocking.
Amanda had never had her feet pleasured, other than a massage, and as she watched her son treat her with such tenderness, she fell even more in love with him.
Kevin replicated the attention on the other foot and then lowered her mother's legs back onto he bed. He then moved to her breasts and asked, like a gentleman considering he had just come in her mouth a few minutes ago, "Can I take your bra off, Mom?"
"Please do," Amanda asked, smiling at his tentativeness still, now that all the lack of clarity was gone.
Kevin pulled her up, awkwardly unclasped her bra and leaned her back down. He said, "I have wanted to see these like this forever."
Amanda, breaking character, responded, "Well, forever starts today."
Kevin smiled, "I love you, Mom," as he leaned down and took his mother's right nipple in her mouth.
"I love you, too, Kevin," she moaned, the pleasure of having her nipple sucked sending chills through her very being.
Kevin spent an eternity going back and forth between his mom's tits, before finally going to her neck and splattering her with kisses.
"Oh God, baby," she moaned, "you have found my weak spot."
"You are my weak spot," Kevin responded.
"You know just what to saaaaay," she whimpered, her body and mind going to mush.
He then slowly slithered his way, his tongue never breaking contact, between her breasts, swirling around her belly button and eventually reaching her sweet spot.
"Go ahead, baby," Amanda purred, "lick Mommy's pussy."
He didn't need any further encouragement as he leaned forward and began licking his mom's glistening pussy lips.
"God, yes, baby," she encouraged, "I've been waiting for this for so looong."
"Really?" Kevin asked, surprised to hear such a declaration.
"Yes, baby, I want you to be my son and lover," she continued, throwing her heart on her sleeve (that is, if she had been wearing any).
"Oh Mom," he groaned, his cock hard again as he continued licking her, her taste as perfect as he imagined it would be.
"Do you want to be my lover, baby?" she asked.
He said, between licks, "Mom, I want to be your everything."
"Oh yes, baby, I want your big cock in me now," she moaned, desperate to feel his cock inside her.
Those were the words he had been dreaming of forever and he quickly moved up, positioned his stiff cock at his mom's cunt and watched as it disappeared inside her.
"Oh yessssssss, Kevin, fuck Mommy," she moaned, as the final line was crossed.
"Oh God, Mommmm," he groaned, in awe of the reality that his cock was now buried in his dream woman, his mom.
"Now it's been a long time since Mommy's been fucked," she said, wrapping her legs around her son, "and I need it bad, baby. So please, fuck me hard."
"As you wish," he agreed, the words music to his ears. He began pumping his cock in and out of his mom's pussy.
"Oh yesssss, babbbby," she moaned, "Mommy loves your cock in her pussy." And she did...and now that she had crossed the line, she revelled in declaring it, in making it even more taboo by talking dirty.
"And I love fucking you, Mom," he grunted, watching in awe as his mother's body moved with each deep thrust; watching in awe at his mother's beautiful faces of pleasure; listening in awe to the naughty words coming out of his wholesome mother. Every fantasy he ever had about his mother had culminated in this moment, this reality and he didn't want it to ever end.
Amanda rubbed her clit, her long denied orgasm rising rapidly after just a couple of minutes of being fucked. She continued talking, wanting to hear him talk dirty too, "Oh yes, baby, tell me I'm your Mommy, your sexy, fuck toy Mommy."
Saying such words were out of his comfort zone, yet they flowed out of his mouth naturally as he continued fucking her, each hard forward thrust making slapping sounds. "You like my cock, Mommy? You like being pounded by your son?"
"Oh yes, honeyyyyy, more, more," she begged, frantically rubbing her clit, euphoria imminent.
"Come for me Mommy, come all over your son's hard dick," he continued, wanting to make her come, to get her off.
"Oh yes, yes, I want to be your slut, baby, yes, yes, your Mommy slut," Amanda babbled, so close.
"Come now, Mommy, come like the Mommy slut you are, my Mommy slut," he demanded, sensing she needed to be talked dirty to so she could reach orgasm.
"Yessssss, you Mother fuckkkkkkkkkkkker," she screamed as the eruption finally hit her, creating tremors and pulsations that hit every inch of her body.
Kevin continued fucking her, watching her scream and orgasm which somehow made her even more beautiful and made his balls begin to boil for a second time.
"Oh yes, baby," she moaned, staring into his eyes and sensing he was close too. "Fill Mommy's cunt with your cum baby, I want to feel you spray your seed deep in me."
"Oh God, Mommyyyyyy," he whimpered, loving every filthy word out of her mouth.
"You want to come in Mommy," she asked coyly before giving a second option, "Or would you rather come all over Mommy's face?"
He had never done such a naughty act, another fantasy of his and he grunted, taking control again, as he pulled out, got off the bed and ordered, "Get on your knees."
She quickly obeyed, loving a man who knew what he wanted, and opened her mouth just in time to have him shove it in.
He roughly fucked her face, dying to cum, and loving the loud slobbering sounds coming from his mother.
Desperately close, he pulled out and began furiously pumping his cock.
"Oh yes, you sexy mother fucking stud, come all over your Mommy's face," she begged, her dirty talk the last straw to his orgasm.
His cum rocketed out and coated her face hitting her hair, forehead, nose, lips and mouth.
"That's it baby, coat Mommy's face," she purred, as one last stream hit her, forgetting just how warm cum was when it splattered on her face.
"So good," he groaned, looking down at his mother, her face covered with his sticky white stuff.
"Agreed," she purred, as she scooped up some cum off her chin and put it in her mouth, while never breaking eye contact with her handsome son.
"I can't believe we did it," he said, the reality of their incestuous act finally hitting him now that he was thinking with the head on top of his neck.
"I can't believe we waited this long," she countered, taking his cock back in her mouth. She had no regrets even after the act was done. She loved her son and this was the most intimate way to show it.
"You're insatiable," he moaned, as she deep throated his cock.
"You're young and have lots of stamina," she pointed out, taking his cock out of her mouth and standing up. Looking into his eyes, she asked, "You don't regret it, do you?"
"God no," he said, "I am just still in awe of it all."
"Good, because Mommy expects this to be a regular thing," she declared, "in fact, I hope you plan to sleep in my bed tonight."
"Mom, I plan to sleep in our bed every night," he corrected, stressing the word 'our'.
"Well, you are the man of the house," she smiled.
"I love you, Mom," he said gently.
"I love you too, son," she replied.
They both looked into each other's eyes and saw infinity. Tonight was the beginning of their infinity. They both leaned forward and kissed each other knowing that they were no longer just mother and son...yet they were still mother and son.
THE END
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