Helen awoke as the sun streamed through the bedroom window. She half opened one eye to gaze at the clock on the bedside table. It was just past 9am. Thankfully it was a Saturday and she wouldn’t have to go in to work.
She sat up in bed, a thin smile appearing on her lips as she remembered the events of the previous night. Mark had been practically insatiable and they had spent half the night fucking before they fell asleep. She wondered who was actually the insatiable one. Maybe it was her and not her son.
The other side of the bed was empty. In a way she was kind of glad that Mark had gotten up before she did. She didn’t want him to see how she looked first thing in the morning. All her wrinkles and lines seemed to accentuate themselves first thing in the morning.
Her thoughts went back again to the previous night. How things had changed. Her life was altered now. Their lives were altered! From being a loving mother to her son she was now loving her son. Loving him completely and without any reservation. She had given herself completely to her son and in a way that she shouldn’t have.
In the light of day and with lust no longer clouding her senses, she began to feel guilty. She should have been able to control the situation and not give in to her son’s lusty advances. Her mind started to wander, thinking about all the implications of i****t. i****t. The word hit her, sounding filthy and degrading. But there was no denying it, she was an i****tuous mother. Helen swallowed hard, feeling a strange queasiness in her tummy.
She made her way to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was all messed up and she looked like a fucking slut. She suddenly felt very dirty and stepped into the shower. The hot water cascading down her refreshed and revived her, but her mind was still tortured by the recent events.
Helen dried herself and pulled on her robe. She opened her room door and smelled the aroma of fried bacon. She padded down the stairs and into the kitchen to find Mark busy preparing breakfast. How sweet of him. She thought to herself. She found her eyes focusing on his firm arse and then working up to his shoulders.
Oh, don’t do this. Stop looking at him like that, he’s your son. She thought to herself.
“Morning Mum!” Mark said cheerfully as he noticed his mother standing in the doorway. He walked over to her and tried to hug her but Helen moved away.
“Mum! What’s wrong?” Mark asked, a little taken aback.
“N-nothing. I — I Oh Mark!” “We need to talk. Sit down.”
Mark placed a plate of bacon on the kitchen table and then pulled out a chair and turned it around, sitting down so he was facing the back of the chair. Helen sat opposite him and picked at a piece of bacon.
“Mark” She began. “About last night…”
“Yeah! It sure was good wasn’t it?” Mark exclaimed.”
“No… don’t say that.” Helen protested. “We shouldn’t have Mark. It was wrong.? I’m your mother. We shouldn’t have.”
“But we did Mother.” Mark countered.
“Didn’t you … I mean wasn’t it like what you wanted? Didn’t you like it? Wasn’t… Wasn’t I any good?”
“Oh Mark. You were wonderful.”
It — it.. Oh God. I don’t know.. Yes, it was good. It was sooo good Mark. But it’s just so wrong. I shouldn’t have let you…. You’re my son!”
His hand moved to rest on her thigh. I just can’t help it Mum. You’re so sexy.”
“You’re sweet Mark. But surely there are girls your age. Surely you’ve been with other girls.”
“You can say the word Fuck, Mum. You didn’t seem to have any trouble saying it last night.” Mark said, a little angrily.
“Yes! I have Fucked other girls. But they weren’t like you Mum. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this Mum”
Helen felt a flutter inside her. This can’t be happening again!
“And after last night,” Mark continued. “I — I… well, I though that we could carry on.”
“Oh Mark! But what if someone found out?”
“Is that all you’re worried about Mum?” Mark smiled.
“No! Just one of the things. You know its wrong Mark I’m your mother for goodness sakes. We shouldn’t be fucking each other.”
“But we already have mum.” Mark said. “You’ll always be my mother Mum and I’ll always be your son.. I guess I’m a Mother Fucker now.”
“Don’t make a joke out of it.” Helen said, trying to hide her smile. “This is a serious matter.”
“Look Mum, I’m not gonna tell anyone about us.”
“I hope you don’t” Helen said. “But I just don’t know if we can do this again. I really don’t. Last night was wonderful, but…I just don’t know okay.”
*** ***** ****
Two weeks passed by and the atmosphere in the home was a little strange to say the least. Mark was polite but not very warm to his mother. Helen could still see him looking at her in lust but she had made a conscious effort to wear dowdy clothes in the house. As soon as she returned home from work, she would shower and then slip into something comfy . Nothing at all revealing and nothing at all sexy. Mark had even passed a nasty comment that she dressed like an old granny.
Helen just let the comment pass.
No matter how hard she tried, her mind kept returning back to that night of steamy passion and sex. She would often daydream at work and she would get home with a soaking wet pussy. Her juices collected in her thick thatch of hair and she could smell her pussy secretions as she undressed.
Returning home from work she found Mark home earlier than usual. He had been going out a lot of late and it was nice to see him home. Her heart did a little flutter. He was in the back garden, she could see him through the back door. He was wearing a sleeveless top which showed his young body nicely. His body was glazed with sweat.
There was such a tension in the air and it always seemed like they were avoiding each other. What kind of relationship was this? Not only was she losing the emotional connection with her son, she was missing out on a fabulous lover as well.
Damn it to hell! I don’t care anymore! I want my son back and I want to fuck him too. He makes me feel so good and I love him. I love his cock! Oh damn me, damn him but I don’t care. I want him.
And with that thought reverberating in her mind, Helen realised that she had crossed the point of no return.
Two weeks she had thought about this and this wasn’t a decision made in the heat of the moment. She was not only going to fuck her son again but this time she was going to initiate it.
She raced upstairs and opened her lingerie drawer. With trembling hands she opened the drawer and smiled wistfully at the amount of lingerie she had. She picked out a once piece black, lace teddy that had two cut-outs for her breasts and was also crotch-less — exposing her cunt and right up to her asshole. Helen touched up her makeup and removed her bra and knickers. As usual her knickers were wet at the crotch. She put on the teddy and looked at how good she still looked in it.
Helen gathered up her used bra and knickers and was about to throw them into the laundry basket when a thought crossed her mind. She needed a way to get Mark to come upstairs. Sure, she could always just go down in her lingerie and tempt him but that wouldn’t be as much fun. She gave a little giggle as she opened her bedroom window that overlooked the back garden. Mark was still there.
Sticking her head outside, she called out in her most motherly tone. “Mark, why don’t you come inside? ”
“Yeah, Mum” Mark grunted, “In a minute. What’s your rush anyway?”
Helen giggled as she dropped first her bra and then her knickers out the window, “Can you pick those up for me please?”
She wished she could have seen her son’s face as her bra and knickers landed on the grass just next to him. Mark gasped as the undergarments fell beside him and he quickly looked up just in time to see his mother close the window.
He bent down to pick up the bra and knickers and he could still feel the warmth of her body on them. The knickers were wet at the crotch and Mark groaned inwardly as he sniffed of his mother’s scent.
He was still in a bit of a daze until he realised what this meant! He quickly ran into the house and up the stairs. His mother’s room was closed! What was she playing at?
Was he supposed to go in? Maybe she accidentally dropped the underwear.
Thoughts were racing through his head.
Helen had heard him race up the stairs and was wondering why he hadn’t opened the door yet. It wasn’t locked but she realised that years of good upbringing had taught him never to walk in on a closed door. At least he could knock she smiled to herself.
“What’s taking you so long Mark?” She teased. “Did you bring up what I asked you too. Bring them to me.”
Mark opened the door to see his mother standing by the bed in her teddy. His mouth gaped open and he was at a loss for words. His eyes bulged out hungrily as her took in the lovely sight of his alluring mother.
“Come here darling.” Helen commanded. “Come here and make me a woman again. I’ve decided that I want you.”
Mark didn’t need any further prompting. He ran over to his mother and was about to take her in his arms.
“Uhh. I’m all sweaty Mum.” He declared. “If you want I should shower first?”
Helen reached out and pulled him to her, She grasped his T shirt and pulled it over his head, flinging it across the room. She stepped up to him, pressing her large breasts against his sweaty chest. She kissed him full on the lips, her tongue sneaking into his mouth to tease his own. She mewled as she kissed him, pulling him tightly to her. His sweaty body only served to further enhance her passion.
She pushed her son back and onto the bed. She knelt down to unfasten his jeans and pulled them off. His cock sprang out and up. Her hands toyed with his shaft as she knelt over him and fed him one of her breasts.
Mark slurped hungrily at her stiff nipple, working it between his lips and teasing it with his tongue. He chewed lightly on her nipple sending jolts of tingles straight to her pussy. His hands were still holding her undergarments and he released them to maul her breasts as his mouth alternated between left and right nipples.
Helen pulled away, She positioned her wet cunt over his young cock and slowly impaled herself on it.
“I’m gonna fuck you darling.” She announced as inch after inch of cock slipped into her. “Mmmm…. I love it.”
Mark reached up to play with her nipples, eliciting a deep moan from his mother.
“Ohhh… yessss… my nipples… pinch them. Oh God! Not so hard. Gently..yessss.”
Helen had taken all of her sons cock deep into her cunt. She positioned her feet for leverage on either side of his thighs and slowly lifted herself up and then down again, fucking her son slowly.
“Ohhh. Mum… your pussy is so wet.” Helen’s cunt was on fire as she slowly fucked her son. His hard cock filled her. She could feel the heat from his meat radiating deep inside her.
“I wanted to suck you mother, I wanted to taste you.” Mark moaned in desire.”
Helen felt her pussy spasm with added desire at her son’s lusty thoughts. She started to fuck him faster, her arse making a loud slapping sound as she bounced up and down on his cock. Mark was still squeezing her nipples and she felt her orgasm starting to build.
“Oh God Yess….!” Helen moaned. “You wanted to suck me did you? Well suck on this!”
Helen grabbed her dirty knickers lying on the bed and fed them into Mark’s open mouth. His eyes bulged out as he realised what his mother was doing but then he groaned in lust as he tasted his mother’s juices on her wet soiled knickers. This was so kinky!
Helen thought it was kinky too and the sight of her son munching on her knickers served to ignite the flames in her already smouldering pussy. She bounced harder on her Mark’s cock.
“Ohhh… aahhhhh… Fuckkk yeesssss.” Helen cried out as her pussy clenched and spasmed uncontrollably. Mark squeezed her nipples hard as he sucked on her knickers, drawing out the juices soaked into the fabric. He felt his mothers pussy quiver on his cock and then she collapsed on him. Mark pulled the knickers from his mouth and rolled his mother over.
“Now its my turn to fuck you.” Mark said.
He pulled his mother to the edge of the bed and lifted her legs upward, spreading them out obscenely. He positioned his cock at her gaping entrance and thrust in powerfully, knocking the breath out of his mother. He held her legs apart while at the same time lifting them slightly so her body was angled toward his. In this position, his pistoning cock rubbed against her engorged clitoris.
Mark kept up a steady tempo, fucking his young hard cock into his mother. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water as her son rammed his hot cock deeply into her. Her body tensed and she shuddered in orgasm but still her son didn’t stop. Harder and faster he pumped into her and she felt herself experiencing sexual pleasure like she had never known. Her whole body was on fire.
“Oh Yes! Oh Yes darling, Just like that. Don’t..Don’t stop!” Helen cried out.
“I’m gonna cum again honey. Fuck me baby. Fuck mummy! FUCK MUMMMMMY!”
Mark’s cock lurched in his mother’s pussy as he watched her face twisted in passion. He could feel her hot wetness around his cock and he felt his balls tighten. He thrust into her faster and almost brutally. His balls swelled and he could feel his cock start to swell in his mother’s cunt.
“Cumming Mum! I’m cummmming!!”
His cock jerked and spit out it’s hot liquid. Helen felt her stomach muscles tighten as the hot liquid sprayed inside her in large squirts.
“Uunnhhh! Yessss… Ohhhhhhhh……” She squealed in pleasure,
Her sons cock continued to spurt inside her and she felt completely filled with his cum. With his cock still buried deep inside his mother, he kissed her hard and firm, thrusting his tongue in her mouth and teasing her upper palate. The teasing sent jolts coursing through her. She moaned as she sucked on his tongue. Mark slowly pulled his cock out of his mother and Helen raised her head to look downward.
“Your’e still hard Mark!” Helen exclaimed.
“One of the good things about being young, I guess.” Helen laughed.
Mark had begun to run his cock up and down her hairy slit, teasing her. Helen moaned softly. Her cunt was already sore with the number times she had cum and her son’s brutal fucking.
“Oh darling. Mummy”s cunt is sore.” She moaned softly. “Let me suck you instead.”
Helen moved over her son and started to lick her pussy juices off his hard cock
Mark grunted as he felt his own orgasm start to build. ” I’m gonna cum.. I cant hold out much longer….!”
“Cum baby, “Cum for mummy. Cum for me!”
“Oohhhhh.! So Good… so good darling.” She moaned as Mark shot his hot spunk in to his mothers mouth. She licked his cock before releasing it from her mouth.
Helen moved to lay beside him, both of them breathing heavily, She knew that after this, she would be his forever. Whenever he wanted. However he wanted.