Incest/Taboo Discovering Mum

I grabbed the zip and began slowly pulling it down. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she also looked excited by what I was doing. I reached in and pulled the top of my underwear down, releasing my cock out into the open night air. The sensation was like nothing I had experienced before.

The air caressed my cock and reinforced the knowledge that I was outside with my throbbing, hard cock on display. My heart was pounding in my chest with a mixture of emotions. The exciting fear of being seen and wanting to be at the same time. The fact that I had just pulled my hard cock out in front of my mother. The fear that she will react badly, that she might tell me to put it away and get angry with me. That's not what happened, though. What happened was so much better. She moaned again and released her breasts. Her eyes were glued to my cock in my hand.

"Oh, fuck yes. Stroke it for me."

I was so turned on and excited that I was shaking. I was trying to go slow, to draw out the experience as long as possible. She moved closer to me to see better but not within touching distance. I could feel my cock becoming slippery from the vast amount of pre-cum that was leaking from the tip. It felt so good as my hand moved smoothly up and down the length of my shaft, but it was beginning to feel too good. I wanted this to last. I found myself deliberately avoiding the more sensitive areas of my cock to try and prolong the experience, but when she slid one of her hands up under the front of her skirt and she started moving it in such a way that there was no doubt that she was playing with her pussy, the tension in my body ratcheted up to a new level. I spoke, but it came out as a hoarse whisper.

"Show me."

Regardless of the lack of volume to my voice, I know she heard me. The hand that had been teasing her nipples went to the front of her skirt. She slowly slid it up until I could see her dark pubic hair outlining her hand, which was covering her pussy. She had removed her panties again at some point. She spread her legs apart a little, and she had the two middle fingers of her hand inside herself and her palm pressed tightly against the front of her crotch. Because it was getting dark and the fact that she was standing meant that I couldn't see much detail. I could, however, hear the wet sounds of her pussy clutching at her fingers. Her eyes never left my cock, and she could easily see the ropes of pre-cum dripping from the end.

It was all too much, and I was on the verge of a massive orgasm. I wanted her to cum first, but it was a losing battle. I felt my legs begin to shake as my orgasm rose in me. My balls tightened, and I felt my cum rocketing from my balls just before it erupted from me like a geyser. I cried out, not caring if anyone nearby heard me. It felt like it was being drawn from my very core, and even I was shocked by the amount of cum that launched across the grass in front of me, landing at my mother's feet.

She too cried out as my orgasm seemed to trigger her own. I saw her knees buckle as her hand was a blur. She cried out again, and her hand suddenly stopped moving altogether. Her hand seemed clamped between her thighs, but her knees were bending rhythmically as though her whole lower body was humping against some imaginary lover. It was so incredibly sexy to see the look on her face as she came, to see such a deeply personal experience for her.

I knew a boundary had just been crossed that could never be uncrossed, but it felt like a deepening of our relationship as opposed to something risking it. She was looking into my eyes with such a deep intensity that it sent a warmth and desire through me that was undeniable. I could practically feel the desire, arousal, and excitement radiating from her. I was still having small spasms as the last of my cum was dripping from the head of my cock.

It seemed like hours that we stood there taking in the sight of each other, partially naked and in post-orgasmic bliss. It couldn't have been more than about thirty seconds but seemed an eternity. It wasn't until a car began driving slowly down the esplanade heading in our direction that either of us moved. The headlights hadn't lit us up yet, but it wouldn't be long until they did. Mum's back was to the car, but she moved when she saw the light around us begin to change. Interestingly, though, she only took her hand from her crotch, allowing her skirt to fall into place. She did nothing about her exposed breasts.

I reluctantly tucked my cock back into my shorts and did up my fly. She was grinning an excited grin like a kid being naughty as the car got closer and closer. If it didn't turn the corner, it would drive right by us, as we were only about five meters from the edge of the road. The section of road going by the shops was also a pedestrian area, so the speed limit was low, but even by those standards, the car wasn't moving very fast at all, barely above walking pace.

She took a step closer to me and I to her as the car kept on rolling straight past the intersection and on towards us. She just stood there with her breasts bared, and I admired her courage as the car slowly rolled by us. I heard her giggle nervously, but she just straightened her back, making her breasts stand out even more. If the driver looked towards us, which they most likely would have, there is no way they wouldn't have seen her tits out on display. It was so fucking exciting. She looked amazing as her smile was so large that she was almost childlike. She was bouncing on the balls of her toes like she couldn't contain herself. I had never seen her this excited and happy about anything ever. The look on her face made her beauty really come to life, and she looked twenty years younger. Seeing her like that changed me. It changed something in me, and I think the whole situation changed something in us.

Once the car was past us, she laughed out loud and then ran up to me. She excitedly jumped at me and wrapped her arms around my neck in a great big hug. It was all I could do to not kiss her firmly on the mouth. I wanted to, and for a moment I thought she was going to as well. I could feel her hard nipples pressing into my chest, and her body felt wonderful against mine as I wrapped my arms around her and held her close to me.

We were cheek to cheek, and I could hear her excited, heavy breathing in my ear. If I hadn't just come, I would be as hard as a rock. My heart felt like it was hammering in my chest as though I had just sprinted a hundred meters. I wasn't game to speak because I didn't know what would come tumbling out of my mouth, but she began half-whispering in my ear, and she didn't seem to have much control over her filter either.

"Oh, God. That was so exciting. I have never been so fucking turned on as I am right now. I can't believe we just came in front of each other like that and in a public place. I love watching you stroke your cock; it made me so wet that I have cum running down my legs. I know I shouldn't say this, but I really want that to happen again. I want to watch you cum again. I want you to see me cum again. I want to be completely naked in front of you."

My heart rate seemed to go up and not down. I could feel the blood rushing to my face as well as begin to fill my cock again. I couldn't believe what she was saying, yet I hoped it wasn't just the endorphin high making her say these things. I finally got the nerve to speak.

"I want those things too, more than there are words for. You are so incredibly exciting to me. But..."

She chuckled, making her warm breath tickle my ear.

"Yeah. But..."

"It's a big but."

She laughed again and pulled back a little but kept her fingers laced behind my neck.

"Are you saying I have a big butt, young man?"

I surprised her by moving one of my hands down her back and cupping her firm ass in it before giving it a gentle squeeze.

"You have an amazing butt, but that's not the butt I'm talking about, and you know it."

I have no idea if it was on purpose or as a response to me squeezing her ass, but she ground her crotch against mine, and my cock hardened even further. I know she felt it move because she smiled again and raised one eyebrow but didn't say anything for a few moments.

She then sighed a small sigh of resignation.

"It's a big but, for sure. We really do have to be careful, don't we? It's important that people don't get carried away and that they keep a level head and remember that reality is lurking there to bite them in the ass if they're not careful. No matter how much they might want to break the rules and do whatever they want."

It was odd the way she began talking about the situation as though she was talking about someone else, but I got what she was saying. I suppose she was trying to look at the situation from the outside, or perhaps she was trying to distance herself from what we were doing.

I didn't want to let her go at all, but I knew I had to. I released my grip on her body and reluctantly removed my hand from her ass. She too looked a bit disappointed as her hands released from around my neck. She took one step back from me and then reached up and adjusted her bra so that it was back to doing its job of holding her breasts. I was sad to see her covering herself up again, but this was a memory that I would hang on to for the rest of my life.

She straightened her shirt and closed her eyes for a second as she seemed to do a mental reset.

"Well, I think we should probably start back before it gets too late."

I smiled at her and gestured grandly with one hand.

"Lead the way, my lady."

She giggled, then began walking and added a sexy wiggle and sway to each step. I let her lead the way for a few paces as I watched her ass sway in front of me. I caught up to her and began to match my pace with hers. We walked in silence about half the way back before I felt her hand reaching for mine. A small shiver ran through me as her hand slipped into mine. It was an unsettling sensation as I felt her hand, so much smaller than mine. I was struck by the realisation that something dramatic had changed between us in ways that were more subtle than the obvious things that had happened today.

I had always thought of my mother in that childlike way as bigger than me, but suddenly she felt petite, almost fragile in my hand. I felt an overwhelming desire to protect her, to support her, to hold her.

We turned onto the street where my grandmother lives, and just before we turned into the driveway, she stopped and turned to me. I looked at her under the streetlight, and I could see she had a serious look on her face. At first she didn't say anything, but I could see something was bothering her.

"Is everything alright?"

She nodded and seemed to come to some conclusion. She straightened herself and looked me in the eye.

"I need for us both to be on the same page here."

I nodded. I didn't know exactly what she meant, but I understood why it was important that we were in agreement with things at the moment.

"Okay."

"I don't really understand what's happening here. So much of what has happened today is wrong and should never have happened. So many people would be disgusted by my behaviour today, and I know I shouldn't feel good about it, but I can't help the way I am feeling. You have made me feel so free and open to being who I truly am today. It's weird to think, but I don't feel like I am the same person I was twenty-four hours ago. I know I should feel ashamed of myself, but I don't. I have always loved you, Jeff, but today that love has changed. I hope I am not ruining our relationship, and I hope I am not doing damage to your psyche or your mental well-being. I just wanted to say thank you for today. Thank you for caring and for encouraging me to be true to myself and for showing me more support and love today than my husband has in twenty years."

"You don't have to thank me for anything, Mum."

"Oh, but I do. The thing is, I feel like I have sort of done the wrong thing and maybe led you on in ways that neither of us are ready for yet. I need you to understand that things can't progress beyond anything that has happened already. I don't think Granny would ever understand it, and anyone else that knows we are mother and son wouldn't understand either. It's dangerous what we are doing, and we have to be very careful."

"I know, Mum. I will do my best to behave; I promise. It's just that... Well, I have never been as excited by someone as I have been by you today."

She smiled at my compliment and then completely unexpectedly threw her arms around my neck and pulled me down to her. She kissed me deep, hard, and passionately. When she released me, it was only enough to hold my face just inches from hers. She stared into my eyes with an intensity that almost glowed.

"Wrong or not, I want so much more. You are a passionate man who understands me, and I want more of that, so much more of that. If there were any way we could have more freedom, I wouldn't hesitate for a second, but that's not the situation. For now we need to be careful and remember where we are. Okay? I also need to remember who I am as well as who you are to me. I can't lose sight of that."

I was shocked, aroused, and frustrated all at the same time. Although she was talking very directly to me, I also felt like she was talking to herself, reminding herself of the reality of this situation. She began to pull away from me, and I felt the disappointment of the loss of physical connection.

She stepped back and seemed to take a moment to get her mind under control. She checked her skirt and her shirt were looking presentable, then took a deep breath. She gave me a quick look over to make sure I was presentable too, then turned towards the house.​