Incest/Taboo Fit to be Tried

I couldn't help oozing cream all around my son's groping fingers, and when he slipped a finger into my wet hole and started pumping me I nearly cried out.

"We can't, baby, we can't," I whimpered.

"Yes, we can," he insisted. "I can't stand it anymore. It drives me crazy knowing you're just across the hall from me trying to cum just like me, and I know you want more just as much as I do."

"Fuck," I muttered, but it got lost in an explosion of fireworks.

There was a flurry of explosions that went on for the next couple of minutes, and Jacob kept pumping his finger in and out of my pussy. His cock felt so big and hard against me now. I reached behind myself and felt that rock solid bulge through his shorts. He groaned so close to my ear as my fingers explored his big, straining organ. I couldn't believe I was really touching my son's cock after masturbating to the memory of it night after night.

Jacob slipped another finger into my pussy along with the first one. I knew we were taking far too big a risk to be touching each other this way with so many of our neighbors nearby. Everything about it was so wrong, and yet I was more excited just having my son's fingers in my pussy than I ever was with any average man's cock. It was overwhelming, and the constant explosion of fireworks felt like a reflection of what I was feeling there with my beautiful Jacob.

I stroked my baby's cock as well as I could considering it was through the material of his shorts and that he was behind me. I knew I'd never be able to keep sitting still with his hot breath on my neck and his fingers steadily slipping and sliding into my sodden fuck hole. I never forgot for a second that I was his mother, and yet I felt a warm sense of pride come over me that I was the one he chose over the younger girls who'd been flirting with him earlier. It made me want to give him everything I knew I never should give my own son. But I was overloading on the pleasure of his most intimate touch. He was finger fucking his own mother's dripping cunt like he had the right to.

I checked on the other people every time I managed to think of it, and was relieved that everyone's attention was on the fireworks. My pleasure was building to a crescendo along with the loud, impressive display. Reassured that our left legs were keeping our indiscretion a secret from our entire neighborhood, I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the rising sensation of a climax that promised to be mind-numbing. My hips were beginning to rock in response to the finger pump between my thighs and I could barely keep my hand in a steady motion over my baby's luscious cock.

The inner walls of my pussy started to clamp on my son's pumping fingers, signaling the momentary onset of a delicious orgasm. I filled my lungs with breath in anticipation, so ready to cum for my precious boy.

But then his fingers suddenly stopped pumping and just held still as they were fully embedded inside me. Ever so slowly, Jacob pulled his fingers out of my hole. I couldn't believe he was stopping! I was so close!

Just about to turn and beg him to push his fingers back inside me, I felt him stand, pulling me up after him by my hand. I was dazed and disoriented, unsteady on my feet. Jacob took me by the hand and led me back out toward the cul-de-sac and toward the street leading us back to our house.

The fireworks explosions were fading into the distance as I let my son drag his tipsy mother back home. My panties were soaking wet and the smear of my juices was all over my upper thighs.

The neighborhood streets were deserted while everyone was back at the fireworks show, and Jacob stopped right on the sidewalk in front of our neighbors' houses and pulled me into a close embrace. His cock was rail hard in his shorts and he wasn't the least bit shy about grinding that solid appendage against his mother's aching body. I whimpered weakly and melted into him. Then I uttered a gasp when he reached lower to cup my tightly rounded ass cheeks in his hands. His groping squeezes forced the bottom of my dress to ride up above the lower crease where my ass met my thighs. I was hoping no one decided to stay home during the fireworks since we were in full view of at least half a dozen houses.

"Just what do you think you're doing, young man," I tried to sound motherly while my whole body felt like it was burning.

He mashed his throbbing cock against me as if that was his answer. "I'm going to make you mine, Mom," he said huskily. "All mine. No more teasing each other from the other room. It's driving us both crazy and there's no reason we shouldn't have everything we want."

"And what is it you want, exactly," I asked him warily, wondering if he was merely trying to get laid or had something more in mind.

"I want you. Every fucking day. And I don't want to see you out flirting with half-drunk slobs from down the street with their pot bellies and wedding rings on their fingers. You should be mine. My woman. It only makes sense."

I almost came just from hearing him talk that way. As if I already belonged to him. "But I'm your mother," I reminded him, secretly hoping it wasn't going to change his mind.

"Yes, you are. And so much more. You always say I'm a man now. I'm your man, Mom. I'll always be the one to look at you the way no one else ever could. To love you more than anyone else. And I know how to show you a real man's love."

"Holy fuck," I sighed weakly as he gripped the now exposed globes of my ass and pulled me hard into his cock.

He kissed me on the mouth right there on the sidewalk, my dress riding up around my hips while he fondled my ass. I opened my lips for his searching tongue and let mine duel with his in a hungry dance of desire. I could hardly breathe and for the first time in my life I actually swooned again the body of a hotly aroused man. No one could ever make me do this but my son and I kissed him back as hungrily as I'd ever kissed any man in my life. I forgot where we were standing or else I might've put a stop to it, but Jacob had me in a daze where all I could think about was the taste of his mouth and the pressure of his fantastic cock.

When we finally broke apart I was breathless. Jacob pulled me close to him and kept walking me down the street with his hand on my exposed ass. There were streetlights on, and if anyone had ventured to look out their window they would've seen their young neighbor walking his mother home with his hand on her bare ass and the biggest bulge I'd ever seen in the front of his shorts. I reached over and felt my son's cock as we walked, trusting that our neighbors were all still gathered on the hillside.

We finally got to our house and inside the front door, but our progress stopped right there. Jacob couldn't wait. He grabbed me and pushed me back against the door as he kissed me again. I whimpered like a kitten into his mouth, savoring the taste of his tongue. I found the zipper of his shorts at the same time he grabbed the bottom hem of my dress and roughly pulled it upwards, forcing me to raise my arms so he could yank it off me. Now I stood before him in nothing but a sodden pair of bikini panties.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to see those tits, Mom," he growled with lust.

His hands cupped and squeezed my boobs, making the ache in my pussy go deeper with every touch. My panties were so wet by now it felt like I peed in them, and it only got worse -- or better -- when Jacob started playing roughly with my hardened nipples. He swooped back in for more hot kissing, our tongues writhing within our mouths like a pair of naked bodies fucking. My hands moved on their own to the front of his shorts. I already had him unzipped and all I needed to do was unbutton them. They fell straight to his ankles and then I pushed his boxer briefs down past his hips, letting them drop down with his shorts. At long last I got my hands around his hard, pulsing cock shaft. He felt so thick and sturdy, throbbing for his hot, horny mother.

Jacob moaned into my mouth as I began stroking his cock, using one hand on his enormous shaft and the other on his cum-heavy balls. He was shaven everywhere I touched him and my fingers couldn't get enough of that hot, smooth skin. Even though I'd already seen everything he had that night on the couch, it didn't prepare me for the electric jolt of actually getting my hands on his impressive manhood. He broke off kissing me and moaned deeply as I massaged and stroked his aching flesh. My heart was absolutely pounding with excitement. As many times as I'd imagined this while shoving either my fingers or toy into my pussy, I never imagined it would ever cross over from fantasy to reality.

I decided I liked the reality much more than I should've. I craved it. I needed it. I needed my Jacob as a woman needs a man and I didn't care how many social taboos we were breaking.

We found ourselves just staring at each other in awe, right there still against the front door. My son's cock was continually dripping precum, slicking the glide of my eager hands along his fat length. His hands were cupping my naked tits firmly, his fingers tweezing my hard nipples.

"Take Mommy to bed," I finally told him, even as I wondered how such a set of words could ever be uttered out of my own mouth. But once they were out in the open I knew we were in a world of our own making, and the quivering drip of my pussy demanded more than my logical mind said it deserved.

Jacob took my hand and led me upstairs, leaving his shorts and my dress on the floor at the entrance to our house. He led me straight to my room, just the way he'd led me home from the fireworks show, except his bare ass was flexing from the bottom edge of his shirt and his huge cock was swaggering from side to side as he marched his dazed mother to her bed.

Inside my room, I sat on the edge of my bed and took off my panties while Jacob removed his shirt. Being naked for the first time with my very obviously aroused son felt so wrong and yet so right at the same time. And I knew that my son had been right, that this was what we both needed. We needed each other, and I definitely needed that big, beautiful dick that was throbbing for only for me. I felt lightheaded as I reached for it, wrapping my hand around his thick shaft and pulling him closer.

Jacob stepped right up to the side of my bed, bringing that succulent rod within mere inches of my face. I stroked him and looked up into his eyes.

"Mommy's gonna love you like the man you are, baby," I told him, making sure he could feel my breath on his cock as I spoke. "Are you sure this is how you want me? Can you forget I'm your mother?"

While still looking up at him, I held his massive cock in place and let my wet tongue roll slowly around the head of his pole. He was creamy with precum and the taste of his warm sauce made my pulse spike. Something wild flared in his eyes as he watched me lick the tip of his cock like a dripping piece of candy.

"Well? Can you?" I asked again.

"I'll never forget you're my mother," he said with a determined growl in his voice. The severity of his tone took me by surprise. "You'll always be my mother. And you'll always be the hottest, most beautiful thing I ever saw. And I'll always be your son and have this hard cock ready for your sexy mouth."

A wave of heat passed through my body at the sound of his words. Then, just as I was leaning forward to take his cock in my mouth, he shoved me backwards. His strength took me by surprise and I was reeling as he climbed on the bed between my legs. He forcefully pushed my legs open wider, taking his swollen prick in hand and rubbing the knob up and down my soaking wet pussy lips just enough to saturate it with my juice. I muttered a long, throaty moan as he pushed his imposing man flesh into my slippery hole, my voice becoming more strangled the deeper he went, opening and stretching his mother's eager cunt with every inch.

"I'm your son," he growled as his cock sank to the root and his ballsac pushed against my rimhole. "I never want to forget who we are, Mom. Not even when we fuck."

With a deep grunt, he pulled back with his cock and then drove back into me hard and strong. I yelped at the delirious invasion of his solid meat into my slick sheath. He started pumping his column of hard flesh in and out of me, so obviously desperate to finally take me the way he'd been dreaming for too long.

"Ohhh, fuck yes, baby. Fuck your mother!" I cried, knowing what he wanted to hear. "Give me my son's huge cock. Pump that pussy, baby boy. Pump Mommy's horny cunt!"

"Holy fuck!" he cried, pounding into my helpless hole without waiting.

He wasn't interested in building up slowly. I'd made him wait too long for that. He was taking what he needed, and I was giving it to him with my whole being, rocking my hips against his lunges and milking his raging hard on with my tight snatch. His body was slapping into mine while sweat broke out on his face. His driving cock made sloppy squelching noises as he fucked me with all his might. The sounds of our sloshing bodies drove my pleasure higher than I knew was possible.

The way his fat cock was stroking every inner nerve in my hole was sending me into the ozone. My son's cock, I reminded myself. No one had ever taken me with so much need or love, and I knew there could never be a feeling to compare to this.

"Oh my god, Mom, you feel so fucking good!" he groaned. "I love you. I love your pussy. Fuck!"

I wrapped my legs around him while he pumped me harder and faster than I've ever been fucked before. The power of his young, muscular body had me in its grip.

"I need your cock, baby. My son's big, hard, fucking cock," I mewled heatedly, knowing how much he loved hearing me talk like his personal slut, but turning myself on even more in the process. What we were doing was the dirtiest yet most beautiful thing I've ever done. "Fuck Mommy, baby. Pump Mommy full of that hard...hot...fucking...meat!"

Jacob looked like he was in a trance of lust as he fucked me deep and hard. He kept on fucking me so much longer than I expected him to and he was soon lowering his mouth to my tits, licking all over my globes and trapping each of my throbbing nipples between his lips for a deep, hard suck. I started cumming and felt like I was never going to stop. My head was spinning as climactic waves of mind-bending pleasure took my body in their grip. Then Jacob was suddenly pounding more wildly than before, grunting and gasping while I felt the explosive pulsing of his cock shaft, and then the hot burst of cream flushing into the depths of my quivering cunt.

Then, almost as suddenly as the frenzy began, it was over and peaceful. My son held himself over me, his cock still embedded in my fuck hole as we gazed at each other and caught our breath. He gently lowered himself and kissed me. His kiss was deep and tender now. Still needful but so loving. I gave him back the same kisses he gave me. He gently pulling his softening cock from my hole and lay beside me. We kept kissing and he stroked my face and hair. He was so soft and loving now, and he was looking at me like I was something that would break if he wasn't gentle.

"I love you, Mom," he said softly. "So much."

"Oh, my darling, I love you more than anything," I sighed, feeling tears of joy welling up in my eyes. And yet I worried beyond what was logical. "Baby, after this, I don't know how I could ever go back to anything else. I mean...anyone else."

"I don't want you to, Mom. You're mine now. We belong to each other. There's no one else for either one of us."

"Oh god," I cooed, sobbing into his bare, sweaty chest. I didn't know how anything so sordid and shameful could make me feel so much happiness and contentment. But it did, and I wasn't about to give that up.

"You're so beautiful," my son said sighed, kissing me tenderly.

We spent a long time just kissing deeply, but slowly and with so much love flowing between us. We held each other close, savoring the warm feeling of our naked skin touching all the way along our bodies. I have no idea how much time went by, but before long our hands were gently exploring each other's form, taking the time to caress each other we didn't have the patience for until we came.

After a while, Jacob kissed a trail down my neck and onto my chest. I turned onto my back and watched him fondle and suckle my tits. He was so adoring I nearly started sobbing again, but the awakening tingles in my pussy grew stronger than anything else I was feeling. After all, I was watching my own son feast on my rigid nipples and my pulse was going faster. It was like he was he was nursing all over again, except that he was a beautiful man now and he wasn't nursing for mother's milk but mother's hot, erotic love. I knew at that moment that there would never be a time I would deny him anything he wanted within the confines of our bed.

I felt his cock stirring and growing thicker against the outside of my thigh, wondering if I was in for another merciless pounding. But he was so calm, so in awe of tasting deep of his mommy's nipples. His hand slipped between my thighs and lovingly stroked my pussy lips. I was already so full of his cum, but the warm caress of his fingers had my slit flushing with trickling mother cream. He smeared it around my sex lips and over my swelling clit.

Then his lips worked their way down my body in a trail of loving kisses, each one leaving its imprint on his mother's tingling skin. His mouth soon found my smoothly waxed peach and his tongue made a long, wet swipe up along my slit. I gasped deeply as he began licking my folds, dipping his tongue inside me and then darting higher to tease my clit.

"Ohhh, Jacob, baby, yessssss. Taste Mommy's pussy. That's it, darling. Love that pussy with your mouth," I moaned as he feasted and slurped on my dripping core.

With hungry patience, my son explored every inch of his mother's dew coated sex hole, coaxing more and more fuck honey to come oozing forth.

"I can taste myself in yourself pussy, Mom," he said, looking up at me with that devious gleam in his eye I must've seen a thousand times. But this time his lips and chin were glistening with his mother's fuck honey. It was lurid. So forbidden. His words an obscene taunt. Yet never in my life had I felt so loved or wanted. It took my amazing son to make me feel like a beautiful angel for once in my life. For that, I would give him anything and everything.

Yet as he patiently licked and fingered my pussy, driving my pleasure into the ozone, it was so clear that he wanted to give me more than any of the other men in my life. He was striving to stand above and beyond them. But in my eyes he had always been special.

By the time he slipped his fingers into my hole and started sucking my clit like he was sucking one of my nipples, my whole body began trembling. I was rising so quickly toward another climax, and the second his fingertips began scraping across my G spot I exploded, writhing against the mattress. With a louder scream of joy than I wanted to let out, my climax broke open as I squirted right into my son's face. The more I sprayed against him the more hungrily he sucked my clit and the harder he rubbed at my G spot until my orgasm left me as breathless as the first one.

When I recovered, I had him change places with me, determined to give him as much as he'd given me. I peppered his body with kisses, bringing my hand to his swollen cock and stroking him while I tasted his damp, salty flesh. His breathing started to change the closer I worked my lips along his body toward that long, thick cock. I kissed the head first, tasting his precum along with the traces of my recently fucked pussy. You just can't even know what it feels like to taste your sex juice on your own son's cock for the first time until you finally do it. And after being so soundly fucked, then so lovingly eaten and fingered, my slit was hot and wet as ever.

Jacob's moan of approval was all I needed to hear. My tongue went out and licked the head of his cock, then slid all the way down his impressive shaft to those smoothly shaven balls. I took his pole in hand and lightly stroked him while I licked his balls, taking each one into my mouth for a gentle suck. His precum was oozing like nectar and wetting his meaty shank as my hand rose and fell.

"Oh, Mom, oh fuck, that feels so good," he sighed.

Looking up, I caught him watching me like a hawk. "It's Mommy's job to make you feel good, baby," I told him with a girlish smile. "Mommy's gonna make you feel like a man."

Then I licked up the length of his cock, swirling my tongue around the ridge of his head. I had to take a moment just to study it. I'd never seen anything so perfect before. My son's big column of rock hard man flesh was like a piece of classic sculpture, except it was hot and silky to my lips. The taste so tangy and heady. I loved running my tongue all around his balls and the base of his shaft where he'd shaved himself all the way down to that warm, smooth skin. But then I had to work my way back to the top and take the head of his rod into my mouth.

My lips caressed that pulsing flesh like a sweet delicacy, my son's moans of pleasure warming my heart and pussy alike. I began sucking and bobbing my head up and down his pole, working the lower end with my hand at the same time. I've always enjoyed sucking a nice cock, but Jacob's cock was magnificent and I loved every delicious second. I knew right then that I was made for this, for pleasing him in every way I could. He was soon moaning deeply, his moans punctuated by gasps for air. His body was squirming on the mattress. He kept trying to speak but all that came out of his mouth were stray syllables of pleasure. I loved knowing I could do this to my gorgeous boy, and I knew it was going to be a pleasure I could give him over and over again.

When he felt the finger of my free hand probing toward his asshole, he shifted and lifted his legs high to give me access. Finding his starbud more easily now, I slipped my finger into his ass and gently slipped it in and out while I sucked his delicious flesh as if I'd been born to bring him pleasure.

"Oh, oh, ohhhhh, Mommmmm," my baby croaked, his cock pulsating hot and hard between my lips. I knew he was rising closer to his peak, and I was preparing myself to take everything he had to give me. "Mom, I'm gonna...I'm gonna...oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" he cried.

Suddenly his marble shaft swelled thicker and harder just seconds before that first, tangy burst of cum erupted into my mouth. More and more spurts jetted out of his cock as I swallowed each one, taking his delectable essence deep into my belly. I kept sucking and swallowing until his spurting subsided and stopped, then let him out of my mouth with a dramatic smacking sound.

"Holy fuck," my baby sighed, looking at me like he'd never seen me before. I couldn't help giggling under his stunned gaze, feeling proud of myself for giving him something so special.

I snuggled up beside him and we kissed. He didn't flinch at the taste of his cock in his mother's mouth, and we kissed for a long time. My pussy was aching for his cock again, but we also needed to catch our breath and rest a while. We had all the time we would ever need for anything and everything now.

"I love you so much," he sighed dreamily.

"I love you even more," I said.

We were both getting sleepy. Resting my face against his chest, I kissed his nipple and wondered when my boy had become such an incredible man. Maybe that part wasn't important. What mattered more than anything else was that he was my man. For now and always.​