Incest/Taboo Family Traditions

Chris walked through the front door as the clock hit 3.30. He had met with their family friends and gave them a rundown of the college courses he planned on taking in the fall and offered any tutoring assistance the Harrison twins needed and spent his day as if it were a typical Saturday. The day dragged and it felt as if he slept walked through the entire afternoon as his mind was constantly bombarded with images from the night before when Lena and Abby's intimate relationship was unveiled to him. After completing a series of mundane weekend tasks, Chris was looking forward to spending a relaxing night with his mom. Tricia had invited Chris to a retirement banquet for one of her colleagues and since Nick, his dad, would be spending most of the day with his sister Lena; Chris happily accepted the invite.

"I'm home" Chris belted out his arrival through the front door. He knew his dad and Lena were going to the volleyball tournament and assumed Abby had somewhere else fun to be. He got home earlier than he anticipated and started planning out his pre-banquet routine.

Chris draped his mom's dry cleaning over a stool and put the assortment of groceries away. He grabbed a beer as he slid the groceries into the fridge and he did so with as much grace and care as a soon to be college freshman could muster.

By the time he was finishing pushing the fridge closed, Tricia got to the top of the stairs and saw her son finish getting everything put away.

"Oh you're home," Tricia casually remarked. "Thank you so much, Chrissy. You're a life saver. I completely forgot I had to give a speech tonight and thank god I just finished. You got my dry cleaning right? I have to start getting ready" Tricia, answering her own question, walked over to her dry cleaning as she continued asking Chris questions about his day and how things at the Harrisons went.

Tricia's movements were quick but not frantic and Chris stood in one spot in the kitchen as his mom moved around him doing small, menial tasks: Adjusting the towel hanging from the stove, rearranging the potted plants on the window sill, making sure the salt and pepper shakers were even, straightening the magnets on the fridge, rearranging the potted plants on the window sill, checking the cupboards to take stock of god knows what, and of course; rearranging the potted plants on the window sill. Chris couldn't help but smile as he watched his mother go through her stress motions. Tricia would get antsy and either walk too much or talk too much (or both) when she'd start to feel pressure or up against the clock. It was a recurring family joke and try as she might, Tricia couldn't help herself.

"Oh and Chrissy? There probably won't be many people your age there... in case you're just going to meet girls." Tricia began to worry Chris was just trying to be nice and attempted to give him an out but was careful not to actually dissuade him. "But I tell you what. If there ARE girls there, I'll be your wing-mom".

Chris couldn't help but laugh at his moms attempt to be his "bro". He tipped his beer towards his mom as if to give her a "cheers"

"If you're my date tonight, Ma, you'll have all my attention" Chris said in a soft tone. The words seemed to slip out of his mouth; joking but at the same time, he knew deep down that he absolutely meant it.

Tricia felt her chest and face getting warm when she heard those words come out of his mouth. She had been thinking about how the night would play out all day and her excitement was growing by the second. Her husband Nick had sent her a text earlier in the day telling her that Chris knew about his sisters hooking up on a regular basis. After a few questions between the two, Tricia's mind was on a one way track. Nick mentioned that Chris wasn't aware that his parents were also involved in their 'family traditions' but that didn't stop Tricia from imagining what it would be like if she was able to taste her own son. Tricia had mental images of Lena, Abby, and Chris run through her imagination all day. She pictured them in every conceivable combination and position and she felt the excitement between her legs pulse the entire day.

"Oh such a gentleman. Tell you what. I'm going to get ready and we'll go. Have a few drinks here because people will know you there and, well, yeah. If we have time before we go I'll open some champagne. Just don't go overboard too early, Chrissy" Tricia's voice trailed off and she excitedly grabbed her dry cleaning and started walking to her room. She smiled at Chris as she left the kitchen and felt herself blush involuntarily at the attraction she felt towards her son. Tricia had very recently began to see her son in a different light and her body wouldn't let her move past it.

The week before, as the house was in the early stages of renovation, Tricia was trying to remove a box from the attic. Chris, as he had done since he was a kid, was steadying the ladder and try as he might; his requests to volunteer to do it instead of her were ignored by his mother. Sure enough, Tricia lost her balance and as she was trying to regain her composure; her body began to over correct. As Tricia began to stumble and lose her by grip; Chris's reflexes took over and he caught his mom in a rather awkward way. His main focus was to make sure his mom wasn't hurt but he also realized she fell ass first into him and now he had a handful of his mothers surprisingly firm butt. It took a split second for him to realize this and adjust her body and sent her back upright.

Tricia was shocked at how her body reacted to the feel of his masculine hands on her body. She felt like a damsel in distress and was surprised at how intense her feelings of attraction to her son were at that moment. Her heart raced and she couldn't decide if it was from the near fall or the thought of her son's hands cradling her body. She was able to laugh it off in the moment but her mind kept working overtime with thoughts of Chris.

Since the moment on the ladder, she found herself noticing little things about Chris that she had overlooked in the past. With her sunglasses on and her gaze impossible to track, she would stare intently at her son as he relaxed in their pool, and even found herself picturing him and imagining what his cock must feel like in her hands, mouth, and holes while she masturbated. She was hesitant to tell her husband even though there had been open sexual relationships between four of the five members of the family at that point and decided to keep her fantasies to herself. She was always close with Chris, both being the youngest of their families, and she was protective of him. Tricia couldn't help but feel conflicted about her new lustful feelings toward Chris; but nevertheless, the feelings continued and even got stronger.

Chris watched his mom walk out of the kitchen towards her room and a genuine smile crept over his face. He took a beat to admire his mom's figure as well as the warmth she exuded - he always found himself in awe of her.

Tricia's mind ran through the upcoming night as she made her way to her room. She sat on the edge of the bed for a half minute; contemplating what the next few days might have in store for her family now that everyone was close to being on the same page. Her excitement got her off the bed and she began to disrobe and get ready for the night; her mind still fixated on her son.

Chris gulped down his first beer then slowly made his way out of the kitchen and down the stairs. Chris was looking forward to spending time with his mom since they hadn't had a lot of one on one time lately. As he made his way downstairs he found himself more and more distracted with different scenarios on how the night would play out. He walked down to the shower and turned the faucet on and set his beers down. He realized his clothes were still upstairs, as was his 'snack' box. Chris was excited for the night but also nervous. He wanted to get a nice buzz going and he was on the right track but wanted to smoke a bit to take himself to the next level.

He walked back upstairs and towards his room when he caught motion out of the corner of his eye in his parent's room. Chris walked a bit past the door and only stopped when his mind finally processed what he thinks he saw.

For a brief moment Chris planned on going about his business and getting what he came for and going back downstairs. A split second before he acted on that thought; he thought to himself that if the previous night taught him anything; it was to see where things went.

He slowly tiptoed back and poked his head to get a better look inside without being too obvious.

His heart nearly sank out of his stomach when he caught a glimpse of his mother bent at the waist, removing her thong and leggings. Chris was too far away to see everything in great detail but the shape of his mother's body and her supple ass was displayed in all its glory.

Chris's mind could barely process what was happening before the familiar stirring in his pants began.

Tricia slid out of her form fitting black leggings which she had on since her morning workout. She kept bent over to stretch out her hamstrings but she also got aroused by naked yoga and took any opportunity to practice.

She sprang back up and stretched her arms out and let out a big sigh.

Chris snapped out of his trance when his mom stretched her arms and he disappeared into the hallway with his cock straining already. Chris got to his room and took a few deep breaths before gathering his things and working his way back downstairs. His heart raced as he passed his mother's room again but he was disappointed to notice she must already be in the shower.

Chris got back down to his shower and the mirrors had steamed by the time he returned.

His mind raced and he took several long chugs off his shower beers and got his lighter and pre rolls out of his bag. Chris made sure to leave his suit for the banquet outside of the bathroom because, after all, he didn't want his mom's coworkers to get a skunky whiff every time they tried to talk to him.

Chris took a long drag off the joint and sat back against the wall; replaying the short highlight he just witnessed. His hand instinctively moved to his semi-hard penis and he began to massage himself through his boxer briefs while images of his mother played in his head. Chris took a couple more puffs and then put the joint out as his cock was now pulsing underneath his touch.

Chris leaned back and closed his eyes as he pictured being able to suck and lick his mother's nipples while she stroked his cock. The image was so vivid and felt like a mix between maternal love and lust and it was driving Chris wild.

Chris leaned down and let his spit exit his mouth and land between his manhood and his hand; providing helpful lubrication. Chris pumped his hardening cock faster and he pictured his mother on all fours with his face buried deep inside both her holes. Images of his mom in all sorts of positions ran through his mind; his eyes closed as he licked his lips; wishing so badly his mother's pussy was on the other end.

His grip tightened and he brought his knees to his chest. Chris spit again, this time the sloppy saliva landed right on the head of his cock. He groaned as his hand spread his spit all over the glistening head. Chris's motions began getting quicker and the feel of his own throbbing cock and the image of his mother bent over was sending him over the edge. With his left hand, Chris cupped his ballsack and gently massaged his testicles while slowing his thrusting pace and squeezing the head of his penis, using his thumb to scoop up the drop of precum it just produced.

Chris began to imagine his mother lowering her pussy onto his waiting face. He licked his lips as if her pussy were inches away. Chris lowered his left hand from his balls and felt his spit sliding across his now exposed ass. Chris felt his tight hole reject his finger at first but his body relaxed as he brought his other thumb to his lips. He tasted his precum and let out a low groan as his left fingertip barely managed to breach his tight hole.

He kept his finger in his ass and would sporadically tickle and tease his own hole as he neared climax. Images of his mother's smooth skin danced in his head as his hips started to buck and meet his thrusts.

He felt his balls tighten and his body tense up. Chris didn't stop pumping his pulsating cock as he exploded all over his legs and bathroom floor. Chris let out a long moan as he felt his ejaculate cascade over his hands, mixing with the spit he was using for lube. His hands lingered on his worn out member as he caught his breath. He ran his fingers through the mess he made and scooped his own seed off his thighs and added it to the thin layer already coating his hand.

Chris brought his hand to his mouth and explored each digit with a lick and a suck, tasting his salty and sweet semen. Chris found he had a taste for his own brand and would on occasion, indulge. Even after his climax; he could feel that his sexual appetite was still not quenched but he was running out of time before the banquet.

Chris hopped in the shower and developed a halfway decent buzz before drying off, getting dressed, and making his way back upstairs.

"Ready, Ma" Chris shouted into Tricia's room on his way to sit in the front room. Chris felt good and liked how he looked - he felt confident all dressed up. He took a brief second to lament the fact he was finally dressed up nicely for a date and it was with a girl he had no shot to hook up with - his mom! Chris adjusted his belt and fidgeted with the accessories he usually avoided. After about five minutes of waiting he heard Tricia turn off her light and walk out towards him.

"Ok, Chrissy. I'm ready. How do I look?"

Chris's jaw nearly hit the floor. He had never in his life seen an image of beauty at this magnitude. It wasn't just that his mother looked sexy, because she did. Chris was sure she was the most beautiful person in the world. He could barely speak. Tricia noticed Chris's inability to say much.

"Do you like it? Is it too much?" Tricia asked, already knowing the answer but attempting to give her son a nudge in the right direction.

Chris couldn't help but slowly run his eyes up and down his moms entire body as she stood before him. He knew he must look like a caveman staring at a smart phone in that moment but his mother's beauty took his breath away in the most literal of ways.

"Uh... du... its god. Er, good. No. No. You look great. I mean the outfit isn't." Chris tired to explain and Tricia could see what was happening and she thought she would pretend like she didn't for Chris not to be embarrassed.

Tricia felt flattered at her sons genuine reaction. Her confidence grew and she felt a tingle between her legs as she saw how flustered he got. She wondered if his cock was getting hard or if he was staring at her chest and the thought excited her.

"Oh good! Ok. Let's go. I'll drive so you can be the party animal."

Chris was still speechless but followed his mom to the car. The entire car ride to the banquet was filled with conversation between the two. They talked about life, Abby and Lena, and Chris's job. Chris could barely focus as his eyes kept moving to Tricia's stocking clad legs. The sheer black fabric hugged her smooth skin and Chris wanted to reach out and touch her.

He snapped out of his trance as they arrived to the banquet. Chris became hyper aware at the looks and stares people gave his mother and he was equal parts proud, jealous, and mad. Husbands were given dirty looks as their glances were caught by their wives and Chris did his best to take mental notes of them all.

Tricia delivered her speech and Chris couldn't help but notice how the entire room gravitated towards his mother. Her personality filled the room and it was like she was pure magnetism. He decided she could be a politician and make it all the way to Washington if she wanted to. As Tricia came back to the table; she asked Chris if he could a favor for her in her office.

Chris obliged and with his mom socializing; he slipped out of the hall and through the maze of hallways. He got to his mother's office and opened the door. The faint smell of her perfume wafted in the air and the spacious room was adorned with degrees, certificates, and pictures. Chris waited in his moms chair for her to come tell him what she needed. A few minutes later the door opened and Tricia walked in.

"Oh thank god. So stuffy out there."

Chris smiled. "What did you need me to do, Ma?"

"Oh. Um. You know what? I forgot? I think I had the files at home anyway. Sorry. Just had to get out of there for a second."

Chris watched as his mom exhaled and sat on the couch up against the side wall of her office. Her legs crossed, causing her dress to ride high enough to see the garter belt holding her thigh high stockings up. Chris felt his cock twitch as his mother relaxed on the couch.

"Come sit, Chrissy. There's some champagne in the fridge. Bring it"

Chris grabbed the champagne but didn't bother with glasses as he was too distracted. He sat next to his mom and popped the bottle when Tricia motioned to him. He handed her the bottle and she took a swig.

"Don't be freaked out, Chrissy; but so you know; your father and I know about Lena and Abby"

Chris's heart sank and his face turned beet red. He wanted to run through the wall. Tricia saw his reaction and continued.

"Relax, relax. Seriously. It's totally fine, baby. They were excited to tell you."

Chris became confused and tried putting all the pieces together. Tricia's body was now facing towards him and Chris didn't know whether to panic or stare at his mother's hosiery covered legs.

"If you're ever not sure about something or uncomfortable; don't hesitate to let us know. We're a family. A very close one."

Chris heard Tricia's tone change. His heart was beating out of his chest and all the champagne in the world couldn't have brought his heart rate down. The look in her eye was changing. It started out as motherly but now there was a different look in her eye: lust. Chris processed the night before with his sister and realized that his entire family must participate in their traditions. He felt his cock harden and his mouth was dry.

The space between Chris and his mother was reduced to centimeters. Tricia's pantyhose clad knee was touching Chris's and not only did Tricia not back up upon feeling the contact; she leaned in; wanting to feel more of her son.

Tricia placed her hand on Chris's leg and looked at him. Instead of a motherly smile, Tricia was biting her lower lip and had a look of lust in her eyes. Her breathing increased and she began to rub her son's upper leg.

The friction was driving Chris wild and he felt the blood rushing to his legs. He felt his cock stiffening and finally met his mothers gaze. He saw the look in her eyes and he knew what that look meant. His mouth felt dry but he was committed now.

As the two locked eyes; they both instinctively leaned in towards each other. Chris felt his heart thumping and his cock now straining against the cotton boxer briefs he was wearing.

Chris could have sworn sparks flew as their lips touched. Tricias lips were soft and pillowy and the two let the initial contact linger for a second; electricity coursing through their bodies. Tricia brought her hand and cupped Chris's face with it, leaving her other hand on his leg. Chris let out a low moan when he felt his mother's touch; a moan that sent shockwaves between her legs. Chris's moan made Tricia move her hand to the back of his head and she lightly but firmly grabbed a handful of his hair.

Chris felt his cock ache at the physicality his mother was showing and he quickly turned up the intensity. With his mother's hand pulling his hair; Chris brought his hands to his mother's body. As he placed one hand on his mother's hip he guided his tongue to her lips.

Tricia was shocked at how good a kisser her son was and she felt her body getting more in to the motions as their tongues danced and intertwined with one another. Tricia and Chris were passionately making out in her office; something Tricia and her husband hadn't even done. Yet here she was with her son and the excitement was sending her over the edge.

As the two kissed, Tricia moved her hand to Chris's lap; gasping into her sons mouth as she felt the rock hard penis beneath his slacks.

Tricia broke off the rhythm of the kiss by lightly biting Chris's lower lip. She pulled away but kept rubbing his erection; each pass eliciting a moan from Chris. Tricia couldn't hold back anymore.

Her hands were shaking; partly out of nervousness but mostly out of excitement, as she reached for Chris's belt. Chris lifted his hips in anticipation; his hard cock begging to be let out. Tricia fumbled with the belt and zipper and the two let out a shared laugh.

"Don't just sit there; help your mother" Tricia's words were flirty and sexy and sent goosebumps down Chris's spine. He didn't need to be asked twice.

Chris hurriedly unbuckled his belt and undid the zipper, pulling his hips up to take them off easier. He was nearly stopped dead in his tracks when he looked over and saw Tricia pull the top of her dress down and exposed her breasts. Chris felt as if he could cum right then.

"Fuck, mom. You are so sexy" Chris stopped taking his pants off to compliment his mother; something Tricia found endearing. She smiled lightly and waited for Chris to remove his pants and took the opportunity to wet her finger tips and bring them down to each nipple; leaning her head back in pleasure as she pinched each one; getting them nice and hard.

Chris felt the immediate release of pressure as his slacks hit the floor. He kept his underwear on; his cock pressing the flexible fabric to form the perfect outline of his throbbing member. There was a dark spot at the tip of the outline where his precum started to leak out.

Chris stared at his moms large breasts and Tricia couldn't wait to feel her sons cock in her hand. Tricia saw that she'd have to take the lead tonight and reached out and grabbed the back of Chris's head lightly and began to slowly pull him into her chest.

Chris got the message and before his lips could reach them; he took the opportunity to grip his mother's inviting breasts. Chris kissed her chest and neck as Tricia groaned with pleasure and ran her hands through her sons hair. His lips explored her neck and collarbone as he felt the weight of her chest in his hands. He rolled and pinched her hard nipples; each time a moan escaped from his mother's lips. Her breasts reminded him of Abby's and the family resemblance was uncanny. He took his time feeling her soft skin and taking care to roll and pinch each nipple a little harder each time.

Tricia's body arched in response and she let out a series of groans and shudders as her hands tried to find her sons cock again. She felt Chris's lips close on her right nipple and she grabbed his cock through his underwear at the same time. They both moaned and stopped their actions to savor the feeling.

Chris began to roll his tongue around Tricias nipple; playfully biting and sucking as his hand groped her other breast. Tricia could barely concentrate on anything but her sons mouth and she just held his cock as he pleasured his mother's breasts.

"Mmmm that's it, baby. Suck mommy's nipples... that's it...." Tricia realized halfway through the sentence that she was thinking out loud. Any hesitation she may have had melted away when she felt Chris's cock twitch as she said the word "mommy". Chris also let out a moan, as the words hung in his ears.

Chris began to suck and lick more vigorously; sending Tricia into a frenzy. She grabbed the back of Chris's head and brought it up to her face. She leaned in and began to passionately kiss him; his saliva meant for her nipples now coating her lips and tongue. Tricia broke off the kiss and gently guided Chris to sit back. Chris did what his mother asked.

Sitting back with his cotton covered cock protruding, beckoning for his mother's touch. Tricia reached down and began to rub Chris's legs; teasing him and driving him crazy. She could see his cock twitching and begging to be touched.

"You look ready to explode, baby..." Tricia breathed.

Chris could only answer with a nod and a grunt.

Tricia pulled Chris's boxer briefs off and his excited cock sprung free; slapping against his lower stomach and leaving a trail of precum as it settled.

"Mmm baby. Look how big you are..." Tricia admired her sons strong, hard cock. It wasn't as thick as her husbands but the length impressed her. Her mouth watered as her hands excitedly caressed the aching cock.

Chris felt like he was ready to cum but didn't want to blow his load this early. His mom lightly patted and kneaded his bulging manhood and delighted in the feel of his sticky precum between her fingers. She rubbed the salty discharge across his head, leaving it glistening. She explored his cock with her hands, as if she were a doctor examining a patient. Her eyes locked in on every vein and muscle. She'd let out approving groans as she felt him react to her touch. She ran her fingers up and down and her fingernails ever so slightly grazed the tip. She brought one hand down to his balls and gently cupped them; while with the other hand wrapped around his throbbing shaft.

Chris felt his body tremble and his legs shake. He started to panic because he knew what was coming. His mother's touch was so soft and her fingers explored every smooth inch. Her hand moved from his balls and lightly tickled the thin skin between his balls and asshole. At the same time her other hand moved slowly up and down using his precum as lubricant. Chris reached over to again feel his mother's tits and as he did; he lost control.

"Oh fuck mom" Chris said loudly

"Hmmm?" Tricia increased her hand speed while her other hand lightly cupped his balls and tickled his chode.

"Mom I'm going to cum. Fuck. I don't want to... but... fuck.... Mom"

"What's that baby? You want mommy to go faster?" Tricia knew what was about to happen and she couldn't wait. She teased her son and made sure to firmly grip his cock while her pace increased.

Chris could only respond with a whine.

"F...ff....mmmmm"

"That's it, Chrissy. Cum for me. Cum all in mommy's hand"

Tricia felt Chris's body tense up and his cock swelled up in her hand. She continued her motion and watched her sons face contort with pleasure.

Chris clenched his jaw and his eyes slammed shut. He grabbed his mother's breast with one hand and with the other hand clenched the couch. His muscles tensed up and his body let go.

"nnnnghhhhh fuuuuuuck mommmmmmm" Chris erupted into his mother's still moving hand.

Wave after wave of semen shot out of Chris's cock, cascading and covering Tricias hand and falling on to his lap.

"Mmmm that's right baby; get that cum out. Mmmm that's it. Good boy.... All that cum"

Tricia savored the feeling of the hot sticky cream between her fingers and on her hand. The slickness of her hand sliding over his drenched cock as his body twitched with each sensitive pass.

"Such a mess you made, Chrissy." Tricia kept playing with her sons ejaculate as he caught his breath. He was mesmerized by his mother and wanted her like crazy.

He stared in awe as his mother brought her hand from his softening, slick cock up to her mouth. She inserted two fingers and began to lick and suck her sons seed off her fingers. She then began to massage her breasts; smearing some of the cum on her still rock hard nipples. Chris could only watch in awe as Tricia scooped more cum from his thighs and licked them clean. She was careful not to swallow it all and in fact kept a drop or two on her lips. She leaned in and kissed Chris.

Chris could taste the salty sweet taste of his cum on his mother's lips; knowing she just milked that out of his cock. The adrenaline surged through his body as his cock began to stir, not even a full three minutes after releasing.

They broke their kiss and the look of lust still remained but Tricia let Chris regroup.

Chris caught his breath and managed to let a few words out.

"I can't believe I came that fast. Fuck" Chris seemed devastated and Tricia could only smile a motherly smile and gave him another kiss.

"Oh baby we're not done..." Tricias remarks sent shivers down Chris body and he was almost ready for round 2.

Tricia began massaging her chest which was still wet from the cum she rubbed on herself. She moaned and felt her body move with her own touches. Chris put a hand on his cum soaked cock and began to stroke it while watching his mom begin to pleasure herself.

"Fuck, mom. You look so sexy."

Tricia smiled and stood up in front of Chris. Chris looked up at his mom in awe as Tricia began to shimmy out of her dress. She stepped out of her dress; and more only her stocking and garters and her black, full back lace panties remained. She stood in front of her son, his eyes looking up at her while he absent mindedly worked on his cock.

"That's it, Chrissy. Get nice and hard again... mmmm" Tricia was enjoying her view and every movement she made; she could feel the excitement growing between her legs. She could feel how wet her panties were; a combination of the entire night spent with Chris.

Tricia stayed standing and grabbed her left breast with her left hand. She played with her nipple and groped her own chest as her right hand traced little shapes around the exposed skin near her pubic mound.

Tricia let out a loud moan as her hand disappeared under her panties. Chris's gaze was fixed on his mother's panties; the movement of her fingers and hand visible only from the outline. Tricia slid a finger inside her hole and then slowly but firmly finger fucked her twat; her wetness evident by the sounds emanating from the motion of her fingers. She watched her son look at her with passion and lust in his eyes and his gaze brought her even more pleasure.

"Mmm work that cock for me, Chrissy. Work that cock for your mom..." Tricia's words came through gritted teeth as she blindly explored her womanhood with her hand.

Tricia twitched slightly as she removed her finger from her snatch and without thinking; brought it to her lips. She tested her juices from her finger and the taste drove her wild. She could taste the remnants of Chris's salty spunk mixed with the sweetness of her grool and her mouth watered hoping to taste more.

After licking her fingers clean; she got them nice and wet and messaged her nipples; giving her chest area a dull shine. She rubbed herself through her panties and pulling them to the side; inserted her still wet finger inside herself again. She massaged the inside of her vagina for a few seconds; making sure she left plenty on her fingers.

Tricia took her drenched fingers and brought them to her sons lips. Chris anxiously jumped at the chance and took his mother's fingers in his mouth. The sucking feeling and the passion with which Chris was cleaning her fingers; sent electricity through her entire body. Chris furiously pumped his hard on as his mother stood before him; feeding him her juices off her fingers. As Chris licked and sucked her fingers dry; Tricia couldn't help but rub her pussy with her other hand; the wetness now nearly dripping out of her.

"Oooh fuck, baby. You like how I taste, don't you?"

Chris responded with an animalistic grunt and looked up at his mother staring down at him. He took her fingers out of his mouth and kept eye contact with Tricia as he paid attention to each one.

When he was done; Chris reached over and grabbed his mother by the hips. He initially just used his hands and fingers to feel her. He couldn't resist the feeling of her stockings against her skin. The smooth fabric felt silky on his fingertips and he leaned forward to where Tricia was standing between his legs.

Tricia was lost in ecstasy as her sons hands explored her body. She massaged her breasts with both hands and her head tilted back with pleasure. She looked down to see Chris's face inches away from her panty clad pussy. His hands maneuvered around her body; finding their way to Tricia's ass. Chris reveled in the chance to grab his mother's butt and he wasted no time. He felt intoxicated by his mother in that moment and all five senses were consumed by her.

The sight of his mother, standing before him in pleasure while he visually drinks in every inch of her, was an image he never wanted to forget. He felt the thin fabric of her stockings and Tricia's round firm ass; constantly moving in order to cover every possible centimeter. The sounds of Tricia's moaning made Chris's cock twitch and encouraged him to continue what he was doing. The taste of her juices still lingered on his tongue; leaving him craving more. Because the two were so close, Chris's face was now between Tricia's standing legs. Her scent filled his nostrils and the combination of her perfume, pussy juices, and sweat made his mouth water. Without thinking; Chris leaned in and kissed his mother through her panties.

Chris's kiss landed right on Tricia's covered clit; the friction driving her wild. She let out a gasp and jumped at the brief but intense interaction. Chris kissed her again, this time his tongue lingered on the outline of her soaked pussy.

On his lips, Chris could feel how soaked his mother's panties were. This drove him wild; being proud that he was able to turn his mother on like this. Chris began to kiss and lick Tricia's womanhood through the black silk; the sensation almost making Tricia orgasm right then. Chris increased the speed and couldn't get enough of his mother's taste.

Tricia played with her breasts with one hand and the other was on Chris's head; patting it and running her fingers through his hair. The feeling was getting more intense and she was afraid she'd lose her balance.

She stopped Chris and cupped his chin and tilted his head to look up at her.

"Like tasting me, baby? Let me take these off..." Tricia took a step back and turned her back to Chris. Bending and the waist, Tricia removed her cum soaked panties; bringing them to her face before throwing them over to Chris. Chris grabbed his mother's panties and took a huge breath and consumed her scent. His tongue flicked at the crotch and her juices danced on his tongue. Tricia loved what she saw.

"My boy likes panties, does he? I heard about that" Tricia smiled and winked as she got back between Chris's legs.

Chris was too focused on the task at hand to question his mom about how she heard about his adventures with his sisters panties. He felt like a caged animal ready to devour. His hands grabbed his mother's hips and Tricia embraced him and held him close to her stomach. She looked down and smiled and broke off the embrace. She laid down on the couch, displacing Chris from his spot, and she adjusted her body to give her son the best angle to eat her pussy.

Tricia began playing with her nipples and rubbing her body as if she were getting ready to masturbate. Chris's rock hard cock was dripping precum again as he periodically stroked it when he wasn't enthralled with his mother. He stared lustfully at his mom; writhing in anticipated pleasure and her body beckoning him forward. Her legs spread and her pussy bare; she ran her finger up both sides of her labia. She teased herself waiting for her sons mouth.

Chris's mouth watered and he got in a position between his mother's legs. His hands focused on her stockings and the smoothness he felt against his fingers. He wasted no time getting his face close to his mother's opening. He used one hand to spread her lips and in doing so, exposed her swollen clit. He rubbed Tricia's nub leading her to twitch violently at her sons touch.

Chris stuck his tongue out and very lightly made contact with his mother's clit. Tricia nearly climaxed then and let out a high pitch squeal.

"nnnngh fu...fuck Chrissy. Mmm"

Chris focused and was determined to give his mother the best oral of her life. He alternated kissing Tricia's thighs - a kiss on the left thigh, lightly dragging his lips over her pussy and ever so slightly kissing Tricia's clit, and then a kiss on her right thigh. Chris repeated this process a few times; each time getting closer to her pussy and the pressure on her clit increasing. Chris's lips lingered on Tricia's labia and his goal of driving her crazy was working. Her body moved and bucked towards his tongue as if to coax it into sliding inside of her. What were at first moans of pleasure and anticipation turned into sexually frustrated grunts as her drenched pussy begged to be eaten.

"Chrissy. St...stop te...you know... what you're doing "

Chris responded with just a glance up at his mom. Tricia nearly came when she saw the look in her sons eye. He smirked and licked his lips as he continued to massage and stroke her stocking clad legs. Tricia lifted her hips as if to beg for his tongue.

"You're such a naughty boy, you know tha...." Chris closed his lips around Tricia's clit and began to twirl his tongue around her sensitive button as Tricia was finishing her sentence.

Chris moved his hands to his mother's ass and pulled her body into his face. The taste of his mother's creamy juices coated his tongue as he began to flick and lick at her pussy with enthusiasm. Chris brought his right hand to his mother's vagina and while taking a breath; slid his finger up and down Tricia's slit. Once nice and wet; Chris slid that same finger inside his mother's waiting cunt. Tricia shivered as her pussy gripped her sons finger and welcomed it with a wave of pussy juice.

"Mmmm fuck Chrissy..." Tricia moaned

Tricia gasped as Chris inserted another finger inside her welcoming hole. Chris began to slowly finger fuck his mother and she used her hips to grind against his digits. Once Chris established a rhythm with his fingers; he began lapping at his mother's soaked pussy.

Tricia felt her pussy tighten and clench against the pressure of her sons fingers. Her moans encouraged him and guided his tongue around her clit and lips. His fingers slid in and out of Tricia and he savored the taste of his mother as she draped her leg over his shoulder pulling him in even closer. Chris's tongue worked around his mother's womanhood and his fingers worked around inside of her.

"That's it baby. Fuck, Chrissy. That feels so fucking good baby"

"Mmm you like that?" Chris took a breath to look up at his mom to ask his question.

Tricia was ready to explode watching her son between her legs. Her bare pussy, freshly shaved that day, glistened with a mix of her juices and her sons saliva and her body shook as her orgasm neared.

"Mmm fuck yes, Chrissy. That's it. Fuck baby. Mmm. Does mommy... does mommy taste good, Chrissy?" Tricia was still a bit hesitant to throw out the "mommy" card but she wanted to hear it. She wanted Chris to say it back. Tricia pulled and twisted her nipples as she watched her son devour her naked cunt.

"You taste so fucking good..." Chris replied.

"Yeah, baby? Mommy tastes good? Say it; baby. Let me hear it." Tricia's voice was stern but sexy.

"Mmmm you taste so fucking good... so fucking good mommy"

"Mmmm, that's right baby. Good boy"

The words lit a fuse for Chris and his speed and intensity increased. He furiously licked and sucked his mother's clit and fucked he holes with his fingers.

"That's it baby; you're going to make me cum..."​