Incest/Taboo A Mother's Worry

"Just like that for the first couple of pictures," I said.

Mom sat still, facing forward with her hands in her lap. I snapped a picture, making sure to capture all of her. I couldn't see her nipples through the thickness of her shirt, but I imagined them to be puckered tightly and as hard as diamonds. I took another picture, zooming in on the exposed side of her ass, cropping her upper body out of the picture. I could show my friends that picture one day, and they'd never know....

The thought of bragging about my mother to my friends without them knowing who I was talking about sent a chill through my cock and a buzzing through the soles of my feet that curled my toes. I liked it when my friends checked out Jenna. I liked knowing I had someone they could never have. Another chill went through me, turning my nipples sensitive, and I scratched my chest, the prickling sensations causing me to shiver.

I looked up from my phone's viewer and looked at my mother. "Mom," I said, "can you turn on the couch and face me, like last night." My heart sped up. Not as hard as it would have before last night's finger session, but hard enough to make my body tingle and my blood rush. "You can keep your legs together... for the first few pictures."

Mom looked at me. I saw defiance in her eyes, but she wore an expression of bratty sullenness that I found adorable. She did as I told her to do, lifting her feet and turning toward me, keeping her knees and feet together, so her shins created a wall that hid her pussy from me. I snapped several pictures, and though Mom dropped her eyes from me and looked toward the back of the couch, I didn't think that she was mad at me. Her eyes appeared to be looking inward as if contemplating some inner turmoil that was too terrible to ignore. (That may have sounded dramatic, but I needed to believe that Mom's desire for me was as strong as my desire for her.)

Fight your conscience, Mom. Fight it.

I snapped more pictures, saying, "Turn your eyes toward me," as I did.

Mom did as I told her to do. Her eyes looked big, with an accusing light that made my cock harder as the pressure in my balls grew stronger. My sack constricted. Was this turning Mom on as well? Was her conscience fighting the sexiness of this moment? Was it easier for me because I had been a child growing up and adoring a grown woman while Mom had been a grown woman adoring a child who had become a man, with manly desires? The weight of that on her conscious would have crushed most people, but here was my mother, who had let me jerk off on her yesterday morning and who had let me finger her last night--I doubt there was anyone in the world who could have understood her mind at that moment.

"You're beautiful," I said in a near whisper. "Thank you for this."

I snapped a picture, then another, smiling, and a small, soft smile appeared on my mother's lips as I looked down at my phone's screen. When I raised my eyes, her smile vanished, replaced by a sullen, resentful half-glare.

"Spread your knees for me, Mom," I said, moving closer to her. "The way Jenna wants to spread her thighs for me, but I'm resisting her because I have you to look at."

Mom tilted her head, her eyes widening and her mouth tightening.

"Where's my tablet?" I asked, looking around the living room. "I still need to delete her pictures."

"It's in my room," Mom said. "I was going to remind you to do that."

"Spreading your legs for me is reminder enough," I said, my voice wavering as my breathing deepened. A harsh, swirling tingle circled my knob and glans, and I shuddered as precum escaped the tip of my cock. "Can you lift your shirt above your panties for me, too?"

Mom's cheeks sucked inward, and she narrowed her eyes. After a deep breath, her face softened, and she slowly spread her knees open, followed by moving her feet apart. A sun-golden hallway of smooth, semi-muscled thighs pointed the way down to the V of her crotch. She was wearing snow-white panties that seemed extra bright against her tan skin. As her shirt continued to her waistlines, Mom's straw-light pubes came into view, and I drooled at the smallness of her panties. They barely covered her outer pussy lips, but they were also transparent, allowing me to see everything between my mother's thighs: mound, clitoral hood, her little jewel, and her tight slit.

I swallowed, saying, "Thank you, Mom, for dressing this way for me." I licked my lips, not because I didn't know what to say, but because my cock was near to bursting, and my mouth wanted to dive between my mother's legs without asking for permission. "I don't know any other mom who cares this much about their son."

Mom stared at me, looking me in the eyes. Her lips trembled, then they spread into a soft, almost pleased, smile before returning to the straight-lined pout that they had held a second ago.

The transparency of my mother's panties ended at her perineum, turning into a string that I could have used for dental floss. I could see the rim of her asshole on either side of that string. Fuck, I wanted to rim her forbidden pucker. Mom's left knee hit the back of the couch while her right knee hovered over the floor beyond the edge of the cushion. She turned her feet onto their outer edges, bringing them together, and she sat with her legs resembling a wide-open bear trap that needed springing.

The urge to rush between my mother's thighs rumbled through my body. I wanted to lunge forward. I needed to. For a moment, the world swooned, and it seemed as if nothing could stop me from moving between my mother's legs and taking what I wanted. My vision narrowed, focusing on the visible flesh beneath my mother's panties, and as the primal desire to take what I wanted settled over me, my mother's voice cut through my near loss of control, bringing me back to reality.

"Take the picture," Mom whispered, her voice thick and husky. "I need to get to work."

I raised my camera, pointing it right between my mother's legs. I looked at her muff, the meat of her pussy squished and contained beneath her too-tight panties, then I looked at the viewscreen, then back at my mother. Snap. I lowered my phone, stared between my mother's legs, then raised the camera again and snapped several more pictures. I took my time, looking, not looking, listening as my mother's breathing grew deeper, and the mesh fabric centered over her slit dampened to a darker color against her pussyhole.

A deep groan escaped my lips when the first of Mom's juices became visible to my eyes.

"Mark," Mom whispered. "Don't be vulgar."

"I can't help it," I whispered. "Yours is the"--I paused, trying to will my mental bravado to the surface--"your"--I swallowed--"your pussy is the prettiest pussy I've ever seen."

"Mark" Mom said in a gentle tone, "thank you."

I snapped another picture, then zoomed in between her legs and snapped another. My cock hurt, the shaft aching, and the tip alive with an energy that kept my precum flowing. I reached out with my left hand, holding my phone with my right hand.

"Mark," Mom sighed, warning me with her tone. "Mark, Mark... Mark." She closed her lips when I placed my hand on the inside of her right knee, the sound of my name fading away to nothing.

My fingers made the journey down Mom's thigh, stopping to absorb their outer softness and inner firmness. The further down my mother's leg I went, the warmer my hand grew. When my fingertips brushed the softest meat of her inner thigh, right before the dip leading into the hollow between her leg and outer labia, Mom shivered and placed a hand over mine. She stopped my fingertips an inch away from her panties. As I held my hand against her, I swear I saw her pussy pulse as if swelled by the excitement or the desire coursing through her in the same way I could flex my cock whenever I chose. Whether it was my imagination or not, I believed that I had just seen her cunny reaching outward for my touch.

"Mom," I said, my voice sounding far away to my ears. "Your pussy would be even prettier if you weren't wearing your panties."

Mom's next breath trembled as she pulled air into her lungs.

"Please?" I curled my fingers, rubbing the tips over Mom's sensitive flesh. "Seeing wouldn't be the same as touching." I looked up at her. She had her eyes locked on my hand, but she must have felt me staring because she raised her gaze to meet mine. "I was going to see Jenna today, but I don't have to."

"You can see Jenna," Mom whispered. "You just can't do anything sexual with her."

"Then I won't do anything sexual with her," I said, "if you help me with those urges."

Mom closed her eyes.

I pushed my hand forward, dragging her hand along for the ride. My fingertips met the leg band of her panties, and her pussy seemed to swell towards my digits. The dew between her lips had pasted her panties to the softness of her muff, and her pussy looked eager and desperate for my attention.

"Keep your eyes closed," I said as gently as I could. "I'm going to take your panties off you... and keep them for myself."

I had no idea that I was going to say that.

Mom trembled.

She visibly trembled.

"Okay," Mom whispered, keeping her hand on mine.

I set my phone on the back of the couch. Mom kept her eyes closed, but when I placed my right hand on the inside of her left thigh, she placed her left hand over mine. I moved down her flesh, welcomed by her heat and the guidance she offered me. My fingertips moved between her legs, my eyes following, and my mouth watering as I took in the bottom of her cheeks, her little, string-covered asshole and the triangle of her labia draped in transparent silk.

My fingertips connected with the outer nylon band of her panties, then moved upward, using the fabric as a pathway to her waistband. As my finger moved upward, my thumbs followed behind, and I pressed against the outer edges of my mother's thicker pussy lips, squeezing their softness gently and puffing them outward against the crotch of her panties.

Mom released a surprised whine, her palms pressing against the backs of my hands.

A low, feral growl rumbled through my chest and into my throat.

My thumbs continued to follow my fingers, only they pushed against the outer edge of Mom's panties, touching damp skin and slipping half an inch beneath them. The heat from my mother's labia and mound seared my skin, and a cloud-like tingling surrounded my balls. My knob came to life with extra-sensory perceptions, and I had to pull my thumbs from my mother's panties before I wasted my morning nut in my shorts.

I brushed the waistband of Mom's panties. The elastic dug into her skin, creating tender bulges of flesh around the band. I plucked at the nylon as though they were harp strings, and Mom moved her palms back and forth across my hands. Her breathing had quieted, but it was still ragged, and as I curled my fingertips beneath the elastic, Mom's breath caught. I pulled downward. Her hands pressed hard into mine, then nodding, as though to herself, she eased the pressure against me and released her breath.

I tugged her panties downward. Sitting as she was, it was impossible to get them off her body. Mom brought her knees together. I maneuvered my arms up and outside of her legs, not once breaking contact with her G-string. With my arms outside of her legs, she seemed so small to me. So easy to take from. So easy to have. I pulled her panties down her hips and around her ass. Mom had to lift her butt from the cushion before I could slide them around the bottom of her butt and pull them up her legs to her knees, where up and over and down toward her feet they went. The micro-string that had been resting in the crack of her ass was now riding her shins, sputtering down her legs until I had her panties around her ankles.

"Step out of your panties, Mom."

Mom did as I told her to do. Lifting her small left foot first, then her right, and setting them back down the moment I pulled her panties out from under her. I set them by her phone, her pussy scent drifting toward my nostrils and blooming within my nose. My cock thickened, and I fought the urge to grab my cock and jerk it until I was coming on my mother's feet.

"Thank you, Mom," I said, placing my hands on her ankles and sliding them around the sides of her calves and up to her knees, where I rested my palms flat against her. "I'm just going to spread you open, okay?"

Mom nodded.

I paused with my hands on her knees and asked, "Okay, Mom?"

Mom waited several seconds before she said, "Okay, Mark."

"Okay, what, Mom?" My heart thundered. "Okay, what?"

"Okay," Mom whispered, "you can spread me open."

See, my cock said, Mom just needed a bit of urging. Do you think Dad tells her what to do?

I ignored my dick as I spread my mother's knees to the sides. She kept the soles of her feet together. It felt as if I were spreading open the halves of a sandwich to discover what kind of meat lay inside. Mom's inner lips were barely protruding from her outer lips, forming a lickable crescent of wet flesh coated in a glistening layer of sticky dew. The jewel of her clit had popped outward, small and shiny, like a smooth pearl, while her clitoral hood had thickened with lust, pushing out from between the upper swells of her outer lips. Above, her sexy, sun-kissed pubic hairs formed a thick but narrow landing strip that I wanted to cover in my cum.

"Mom," I whispered, my breathing as heavy as my heartbeat, "you're so beautiful between your thighs."

An odd sound escaped my mother's lips, sounding like a half-sob. I raised my eyes to her face and saw that she was trembling. Her lips, her eyes, and her expression twitched in a mixture of shame and rosy-cheeked desire. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to slide my tongue against her lips and into her mouth, where she'd be hot and wet, as wet as the beautiful cleft between her thighs, where came a heavenly perfume that thickened my member and ignited my desires.

"Mom," I said, "I need to touch you again. I need to press my lips against you, or Jenna's virginity won't be safe from my cock."

"Mark," Mom panted, "the things you're saying to me...."

I know, I thought. I don't know where these words are coming from either.

"Do you want me to stop saying them?" I asked.

Mom didn't speak, but eventually--and it was a long, cock-throbbing eventually--she shook her head from left to right and back again, several times. They were small movements, maybe an inch in either direction, but she did shake her head. She couldn't look at me. From the corner of her left eye, a single, perfect teardrop fell.

It was a storybook tear.

A happy ending tear.

My heart slowed.

My mother was mine.

"Do you like my words?" I asked, my cock throbbing and my knob torturing me as my briefs rubbed against its sensitive surface.

Mom's face tightened, and another tear fell, but she nodded her head, and again, her movements didn't travel far.

"Mom," I said, "stand up and face away from me." I squeezed her knees. "And keep your shirt above your waist."

Mom nodded.

She swung her legs from the couch, my hands staying in contact with her skin for as long as they could. She faced away from me, standing in front of me as I had told her to do. Her off-the-shoulder long-sleeved shirt hid her right shoulder but exposed her left, the dainty slope from behind was cute enough to nibble. Her long hair hung down to the middle of her back, longest in the center and getting shorter closer to the sides, forming a downward pointing arrowhead. She had her hands in front of her, with her shirt rolled up around her waist, exposing her perfect, pear-shaped ass. Across her waist lay the impression of her panties, their tightness leaving their mark, but they were quickly darkening back to gold.

Mom stood less than a foot away from the couch. I was near the edge, but I was also sitting back far enough to appreciate the sight before me. I loved how her small ass had some shape but was still small, far from flat, but far from the bubble butt atop Jenna's thick, athletic thighs. A shadow darkened her crack, where her cheeks pressed together, and below her ass, where her inner cheeks swept away at their base, I could lay my eyes on the golden crescent of her sex.

The heart-shaped gap between Mom's legs gave my vision complete access to her pussy. She had soft and tender outer lips, separated from her inner lips by narrow creases, and her inner lips slid out from between them. They were pink, a soft horizon-pink, with a beautiful line between them that glistened with her thick honey, a crystal-like film with highlights of white that made her yummy, little cunny shine.

Was her pink clam tasty?

The wet folds of swollen flesh between her legs had to be. I had licked her juices from my fingers last night--licked my fingers until every trace of her flavor coated the nerve endings in my mouth, leaving my taste buds shaking in pleasure and my salivary glands bubbling.

I took a deep breath.

I was about to taste my mother's pussy for the first time. Holy shit, I was about to have my mother's pussy in my mouth!

A thought came to me before I could move forward. A shocking realization that made my insides warm until my cheeks turned hot. My mother and my father had been high school sweethearts. They had been junior high sweethearts. Mom had only ever let one man touch her before giving me that same pleasure. My heart trembled as I raised my hands to my mother's hips and took them in my grasp. For the rest of her life, Mom would be keeping it in the family.

Mom turned her head to the left as far as she could, tilting her head and looking down at me over her shoulder. I looked up and smiled at her, though I didn't know if she could see me. I was six inches from the top of her ass crack, my nose inhaling her floral scent. I tightened my grip on her hips, puckered my lips, and placed a single kiss above the start of her crack.

A shiver ran through my mother's body. I pulled her to me as I moved my lips lower, finding the depression of her crack and wiggling a kiss into her center groove. I kissed lower, shifting my body on the couch, giving myself enough room to taste my mother's curves. My tongue came out on its own, licking Mom's skin. It was as if I could taste her warmth. I watched small, whitish goosebumps rise across the surface of her flesh, and the finest of hairs on her body stood on end, their color so light that they could have been invisible.

"Do you?" Mom asked, her voice catching as I slid my hands below her hips and pulled them back, digging my fingers into her cheeks and pulling them apart as I laid the bottom of my tongue along her crack.

"Do I what?" I asked after I licked my way back to the top of her ass.

"Do you do this to Jenna?" Mom asked, panting, her body swooning as I move downward, stopping right above the deeper depression of her perfectly blonde, almost bleached asshole.

"Sometimes," I mumbled against her skin, turning my face in the crack of her ass and rubbing my cheeks against her butt cheeks. "She loves it, but it makes her feel funny."

I dug my fingers into Mom's ass again and pulled her cheeks as far apart as I could. My lips dipped inward, and I planted a kiss on her pucker, feeling her heat and then tasting the thicker flavor of her asshole as I pressed my tongue against her rosebud.

"Oh god," Mom gasped. I had to squeeze her thighs to keep her from falling over. "You shouldn't. Jenna's too young"--her voice squeaked as I pushed the tip of my tongue hard against her asshole--"too young for you to do this to her!"

I smiled against her ass and flicked her hole with up and down licks of my tongue. Had Mom looked through my tablet?

"Whatever you do for me," I said, "I won't do to Jenna." I swirled my tongue around her back door, rimming her butthole until she was soaking wet with my spit.

"Oh," Mom whispered. "Oh, god, Mark."

"Reach back, Mom," I said, "and pull your ass open for me."

Mom had been looking forward again, but as her hands came back and her fingers cupped the bottoms of her cheeks, she looked over her shoulder one more time. Mom pulled her ass cheeks open for me. As her buns parted, the lips of her pussy spread as well, and I sighed.

Her inner lips were like rose petals in the sunrise, wet and dewy and sticking together. I saw her thick nectar stretch between her inner lips, as delicate as strands of webbed crystal, and they snapped, bursting into invisible teardrops that dispersed through the air.

I sighed again.

It was past time for a taste of my mother's cunny.

I dragged my right hand from Mom's thigh and over her ass. Once my palm rested squarely on her crack, I pushed upward, beneath her shirt, and to the center of my mother's back. I pushed down on her, saying, "Bend over, Mom. I can't kiss your pussy from this angle." Through her back, I felt my mother's heartbeat rise.

Still holding her cheeks open, she bent over at the waist. I slid my left hand around her thigh to her front, where I supported her hip, and I did the same with my right hand, sliding it around her right side and taking hold of her. My arms tensed as her weight pulled forward, but she was a feather in my hands. Her hair fell about her shoulders, and through her legs, which she had parted, I could see her hair hanging down to the room's wooden floorboards. I moaned as I pressed my tongue against her asshole and licked downward between my mother's cheeks.

"Fuck," Mom moaned as I tickled her rear door. She moaned again when I licked her perineum, and she gasped as I moved lower and took the bottom curve of her pussy into my mouth.

"Mmm," I sighed, straight into her gummy cunnyhole. I pushed my tongue forward, sliding easily through her soft lips and right into the pink depths of her tight insides. Sticky wetness greeted my tongue, and it was like her pussy had decided to return my kiss. Wet, hungry sounds that were beyond perverse filled the living room. The longer I kissed my mother's pussy, the louder and wetter the sounds became, and it wasn't long before my mother's knees bent down and then back up in a horny shuffle as she slid her vertical smile across my face.

I squeezed my mother's waist hard, pulling her back onto my mouth as my tongue spread her pussy lips and drew out her wetness. She didn't dance or twerk her cunny meat on my face as Jenna would have. Mom moved slowly, her thighs tensing and her calves flexing. She found a sensual rhythm as my tongue traveled the length of her slit, from the bottom of her hole to the swell of her pleasure-nub. Whenever her clit found my lips, Mom would stop moving, and I'd suck her tiny jewel into my mouth, swishing and pulling it from its hood until Mom pulled her pussy away and humped her slit across my face once more. I could have kept this up forever, but my cock had other plans.

How much of me was my mother ready to let inside of her? I was confident that she'd be willing to take my dick, but despite my craving to feel her silky heat surround my cock, I discovered that I wasn't in a rush. There was still so much more to do, but I wanted to come, and if there was one thing I had experience in, it was dry fucking Jenna until I nutted in my pants.

I leaned back, pulling Mom with me and keeping her pussy glued to my face, but I could only go back so far before her calves hit the front of the couch, stopping her short as I continued to lean into the backrest. Mom lost her balance and sat down, her butt hitting my stomach and sliding down to my cock, where she sat her pussy along the length of my shaft, pushing it against my thighs and causing an unbearable strain of pleasure to tighten my thickness.

"Uh," Mom moaned when the hardness of my prick pushed into her through my shorts.

"That's it, Mom," I whispered, pressing my lips against the exposed skin of her left shoulder. "This keeps me away from Jenna."

"Yeah," Mom panted. "It better."

I slid my hands to the tops of her thighs and pushed outward as far as I could, then I slid them between her legs with my fingers pointed down, and I spread her open. Mom moaned again, her breathing growing ragged as I pushed my hands deeper between her legs, sliding them along her inner thighs until I bracketed the triangle of her soaking wet muff between my thumbs and forefingers. The tips of my middle finger rested on her perineum while my ring and pinky fingers held the bottom, inside swells of her ass cheeks.

"Mark," Mom gasped as I squeezed her pussy lips together, puffing out her folds and squishing her clit between her cunny meat.

I squeezed her pussy several times, pushing in and pulling out, puffing her lips outward like the meat of a burger patty. I reached inward, feathering her slit and wetting my fingers, then running their tips along the length of her small crease while teasing the shallowness of her hole with soft penetrations.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm," Mom whimpered, her feet settling atop of mine. She pushed down, then, and using her leverage, she ground her ass on my cock, sending bolts of pleasure through my shaft and into my balls.

After several minutes of teasing her pussy, Mom lowered her right hand to mine and pulled my fingers over her cunny, forcing me to cup her clam. She used her middle fingers to push my middle finger into her pussyhole, then she stroked my finger, guiding me in and out of her channel by feel. Her left hand found my left hand, and she pulled my fingers to her pussy as well, only now she had me settle my digits on her clit, and together, as mother and son, we masturbated her pussy while she rode the length of my cock with long strokes of her damp, naked ass.

"Oh, god," I moaned, still holding her pussy, still pressing my lips against her shoulder. I could taste her lotion and smell hints of vanilla beneath the floral thickness of her cunny's perfume.

My mother's ass made my cock tingle through my shorts. I pushed my fingers into her hole, her tightness still surprising me, and her wetness thrilled me. She had soaked my lap, and my shorts lay wetly against my knob, plastered to them as if I had spilled a bottle of scented oil over my cock. Mom's clit, a rubbery ball of tender flesh, felt thicker than before. I swished and rolled her pearl around her upper lips as I let her hands teach me how to make her pussy sing.

We played like that for some time--Mom, sitting in my lap, her feet braced against mine, her legs taut with strain while I played with her cunnyhole and rubbed her clitty, humping my cock up against her ass. Mom's moans grew louder, as did mine. Her pussy tightened, despite the cream dripping from her wet channel. My cock strained, aching, and seeking a way to tear through my shorts and push its blunt head into the beauty of my mother's softness. I nibbled her shoulder, and she hung her head as I bounced her on my lap, taking her for a gentle pony ride in the morning.

"Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god," Mom whimpered after some time had passed, the pitch of her voice rising and her fingers guiding mine over her clit, moving faster in a circular motion that gently ground her pearl against her pubic bone. "Oh, god, Mark--oh, Mark, oh!"

As she cried out my name, her entire body stiffened, and yet I could sense the energy that she was about to release through the cymbal-like vibrations running through her core. My balls tightened as her pussy walls clamped down on my fingers, and my knob swelled as the first stream of cum filled my shaft, bringing with it a river of pleasure.

Mom came--hard! She shook and trembled, her body dancing with a serpent-like wave from her head down to her toes as she ground her ass and cum-dripping pussy over my cock. My body tensed, my thighs flexing, my cock swelling. I pressed my feet against the floor and pushed my hips forward, lifting my ass and driving my cloth-covered prick into the naked wetness between my mother's legs. We came together, drenching each other in cum, our juices soaking through my shorts and staining both of our bodies.

"Mom, Mom, Mom," I whimpered as my cock continued to twitch.

"Mark, oh, Mark... Mark," Mom whined, her voice growing faint.

I tightened my grip on her pussy, and she tightened her hands over mine, holding me against her cunny as though she could brand my touch upon her sex.

Mom spoke several minutes later as she got up to leave the living room. "I'll see you again in a few hours," Mom said. "I have to go to work. Remember your promises."

"Remember yours," I called back, turning to watch Mom's butt bounce up the stairway.

Mom stopped halfway up the staircase. I had a clear view of her ass, and with her left foot on the stair above her right foot, I could see the entire divide running the length of her pussy to the top of her ass. She turned her head toward me, looking down over her bare shoulder, and she asked, "Or else you're going to Jenna?"

"Yeah," I said, but only because something in her voice drew that word from my lips.

"I guess I have no choice," Mom said, and she continued upstairs with a lighter spring in her step.

"Motherfucker," I whispered after Mom had disappeared. "Maybe I can stay away from Jenna for the next couple of years."

Sexy Blackmail

I left my mother's panties on my bed, took another shower, and went back downstairs. It was early, but I was no less horny. I spent the next two hours watching porn in the living room--I didn't bother turning down the sound. What would Mom think of that? My cock loved it, and I did something that I never thought I'd be able to do--I didn't touch myself. Instead, I stripped down naked and sat in the living room, enjoying the crisp, air-conditioned breeze. My cock felt bigger and more sensitive, and a chill danced over my skin as I imagined Mom coming downstairs and finding me naked.

Too far too soon?

I didn't know, but I had my shorts and shirt nearby, just in case. It didn't matter because sitting naked and watching porn in my mother's living made me tingle all over. I had some energy to burn, and by the time my phone buzzed with a text from Mom, my body wanted to run through walls and jump over houses.

I grabbed my phone and checked the text. Mom had sent, Can you bring an apple, a bottle of water, and a banana to my office. Thank you.

I stood, still naked, still hard, and I grabbed my shorts and pulled them on, but I left my shirt off. A little at a time. I had so much left to do with my mother; suck on her tits, a handjob, a blowjob, titty-fucking, everything I had seen in porn, and kissing. My heart swelled with that last thought. Kissing my mother would be so... forbidden. Kissing was something I could do with my mother in public, for everyone who didn't know us to see. Oh, fuck, my imagination was going to be the death of me. I jog-ran to the kitchen, collected Mom's stuff, then hurried upstairs and down the hallways to her office. I knocked on the door once before I pushed it open and stepped inside with everything--including my phone--in my hands.

The sight that greeted me forced a hungry moan from my throat. Mom had her curtains open, and sunlight shined across her naked body. She sat in her leather swivel chair, with her left leg crossed under her right--the leg closest to me--and she was leaning backward, as naked as a woman can be. Her almost small breasts drew my eyes, capped by flavorful pink nipples that deserved to be the toppings on two scoops of peach sherbet. After clicking her mouse several times, she sat back and turned her chair toward me, giving me the full view of the hairs between her legs and the upper half of her pussy. Below, the rest of her cunny rested against her leather seat.

"Thank you for bringing me my lunch," Mom said. Her eyes traveled over my upper body, lingering on my chest and abs, then dropping to my tented shorts, where she released a heavy sigh. "Did you come up here expecting more from me today?"

Mom's tone sounded rushed. Her breathing had turned heavier, and I heard the tremor of excitement in her voice, like a nervous person trying to give a speech. Her pink nipples stood thick and hard atop her tits, puckered to what had to be soreness. I wanted to suck them so much.

"Yes," I said, flexing my cock.

Mom's eyes widened, then narrowed, and she said, "May I eat my lunch first?"

"Yes." I stepped into her office to hand her her things. "I'll take pictures while I wait." As she took her food, I looked at her computer screen. She had none of her work windows open, but filling her monitor was the picture of an oiled-up, naked young man who looked around my age. He had a big, big cock--about as big as mine--and he was doing curls in a gym while a sweating MILF about Mom's age knelt in front of him. She held his balls in one hand and his rock-hard cock in the other. The caption at the bottom of the picture read Mom & Son: Pumping Iron, and there was a paragraph-sized story in the corner of the picture, but I had no chance to read it.

Holy shit.

"Thank you," Mom said, swiveling her chair to face her computer again as I backed away. I didn't miss the smile on her face as she bit into her apple.

For the next five minutes, I watched my mother eat her apple, listening to the crunch of her pearly whites against its porous body. She drank her water between bites, tilting her chin upward and arching her back, forcing her titties high as rays of light sparkled against her pink nubs. I took several pictures as I stood by the door, but mostly I watched her mouth open and close and her throat pulse with each swallow.

Sexy, I thought.

When she peeled her banana and slipped the long, white length past her lips, I thought, She'd have a tougher time with me. I took several pictures of her with the banana between her lips, a smile pulling at her mouth. Once, before the banana could reach her, Mom slipped her tongue out and rested the banana atop it before pulling it into her mouth.

After she had finished her meal, the apple core and the banana peel went into her small, desk-side trashcan. She grabbed her water, drank some, and swished it around her mouth before swallowing. Then she drank some more before setting her water down next to a tin of mints.

Mom didn't look at me as she asked in an almost flat voice, "So, what do I have to do to keep you from being sexual with Jenna today?"

Today? The smart ass in me wanted to remind my mother about this morning, but then I looked at Mom's monitor, and the MILF on her knees made my dick pulse.

"Jenna promised me," I said, "that if I saw her today, she'd let me lick her titties."

"Titties," Mom said, shaking her head. "The way you teenagers talk. Titties." She turned her head toward me. "Is that what you like? Titties?"

"I like Jenna's titties," I said as a chill tickled my spine. "I like your titties. If I can't suck yours"--I shrugged as an anxious light entered Mom's eyes--"I'll have to suck Jenna's."

"If I have no choice but to let you," Mom whispered, grabbing her mouse and opening one of her desktop folders. Mom looked through her pictures, opening one of a young man sucking on a slender MILF's big tits. "Then, I have no choice."

"You don't," I whispered.

Mom turned in her chair. She sat with her feet on the ground and her knees spread. I followed the line of her thighs to her pussy, then up her flat stomach with its long muscles running up the center to her breasts. Her nipples looked harder than before.

Mom licked her lips and said, "Well, get on with it, Mark. I still have to finish my work."

"Okay," I said.

I walked forward. Mom slid her small butt up her chair, far enough forward that her pussy hung over the edge, but not her asshole. I knelt as I approached her, and she spread her knees wide, opening her cunny lips as well as her thighs. My fingertips tingled. They remembered the feel of her muffin.

Mom's office chair sat high, but even on my knees, I stood eye to eye with her. I pushed forward, my cloth-covered knob bumping into her pussy, and she inhaled sharply as her hips jerked back and her shoulders straightened. A loan sounded in the back of her throat, and she looked at me with closed lips as heavy breaths fell from her nostrils. The depth of my mother's gaze almost stopped my heart with its intensity. Where were those tears from last night? Today, all I saw was hunger.

I didn't try to kiss my mother when I moved forward. She turned her head to the side, giving me room to lower my mouth to her right breast. There were several strands of hair covering her perky peach, and I brushed them aside with my left hand. My fingertips feathered her skin, and small goosebumps rose where they passed. I lowered my mouth to my mother's tit. She grabbed onto the arms of her chair, her knuckles turning white as I opened my mouth and fastened my lips around her thick nipple and perfectly round areola.

"Ah," Mom moaned, pushing her chest forward.

I sucked, my cheeks caving in as Mom's nipples stretched beyond my lips. I pushed my tongue against its underside, forcing the nub to the roof of my mouth as I licked around its bottom. As I sucked, my hands came up, acting on instinct. I took my mother's left breast in my right hand, capturing the bottom of it in the curve between my thumb and forefinger. My left hand did the same to her right tit, and I squeezed them at the same time, forcing her nipples upward and swelling them under the pressure of my grip.

"Oh, fuck," Mom whisper-hissed, turning her head forward and speaking her words of pleasure into my ear.

I sucked harder, licking her nipple, then pulling back and nipping at it. Mom's body jerked. She spread her knees wider, arching her back as much as she could and forcing more of her breast into my mouth. She started to move, her body undulating forward and back as her butt ground against the edge of the seat, like a woman in desperate need of a piss.

My mother's breast tasted of vanilla, and it was slick with my spit and smooth with her body lotion. I released her nipple, kissing my way to her other tit while squeezing her right breast again as I pinched her nubs between my thumbs and forefingers. Mom moaned as I pulled and twisted her puckered flesh with my fingers, and when I closed my mouth over her left tit, swallowing half her breast as though I were some giant, she released a high-pitch whimper that coaxed a healthy dose of precum from my balls.

Mom's loud moans, coupled with her wiggling, drove me to greater speeds. I tightened my grip on her tits, forcing another whimper from her throat as I coned them outward for my mouth. I tasted one, then the other, then the other, then the other, licking and sucking, nipping and biting and pulling on her nipples without mercy. Mom's wiggled her ass harder, faster, and she let go of the chair's arms and placed her hands on my shirtless body.

She rubbed my ribs, my back, and my shoulders, digging her short nails into my skin and sending spasms through my flesh. As I sucked on her right tit, I dropped my right hand to her pussy, cupped her, squeezed her, collecting her pussy juices before I brought my hand back up, painting her breast with her silky cream. I switched breasts, tasting her pussy juices on my tongue, and I dropped my left hand to her cunny, taking her soft warmth into my palm.

"Oh, oh, oh," Mom whined, her voice rising in pitch as she rocked her pussy on my digits. I stiffened them as she pulled her ass back, and on her return grind, my finger pushed past her inner lips and filled her tiny fuck-hole to the last knuckles, forcing a surprised, throaty grunt from her lungs.​