Incest/Taboo I Craved My Stepmother

I woke up with a woodie. Mom was no longer in bed. I saw her standing on the balcony wearing a short robe and having a cup of coffee in her hand.

"Mom, what time is it?"

Elena turned to me, stretched, and said, "It's only 7 o'clock here, but it's already 10 am in Atlanta. The jetlag made me get up earlier than I wanted." Then she noticed the big bulge in my boxers and grinned, "I see your beast woke up hungry as well. Do you need help?"

I removed the underwear, stared at my raging member and asked, "Buddy, care for a special treat?" I strained my tummy's muscle, and my penis jolted upward. "Mom, he answered 'by all means."

She chuckled, "Naughty boy."

Elena took off her robe and posed before me for a couple of seconds. As my eyes got hypnotized by her voluptuous sexy figure, my organ jerked again, signaling its approval.

Mom sashayed leisurely toward the bed and licked her lips seductively, "After I am done with you, I won't need breakfast anymore. I'd have had my morning coffee and a full portion of thick, high protein milkshake." I waited impatiently.

Subsequently, she dove between my spread legs, and her soft, tiny palm tenderly caressed my ball sack. I heard her mumble, "Your nuts are heavy. I wonder; you emptied them last night. How fast does it take them to fill again? Well, I guess we'll have to improvise more often than I initially thought."

Next, her fingers trailed my shaft all the way to the mushroomed head, "I like your helmet. It is soft." Suddenly, a large drop of precum appeared on top. "Oh, honey, a tasting sip. Thank you." She licked it and rolled it on her tongue a couple of times before looking at me, "The diluted splash was OK. However, I hope the real thing will be more flavorful."

Then Elena held the base, and her lips began opening around the spongy head. As she was doing it, her lips lightly milked the slit. To my surprise, her lips managed to engulf the large head without difficulty. She gazed at me, winked mischievously, and her tongue danced on the covered part.

Soon after, my rod started disappearing into her hungry mouth. She did it slowly yet steadily. The sight was amazing; Mom's mouth looked small, but her ability to accommodate my thick 7.5" was remarkable. When only 2" were left outside her lips, my prick felt a hurdle. I assumed it was the end of her throat.

She started bobbing it immediately after. Her technique was flawless. The strokes began with her tongue shoving my erect cock onto the palate, creating tremendous friction on the way into her mouth, while sucking ferociously when pulling my organ out.

My orgasm was pending sooner than I wanted. Watching her massive tits bounce before my eyes wasn't helping to delay it.

In the last moment, I managed to whisper, "Mom, I am going to cum..." and within seconds I gushed a torrent of hot slimy liquid down her throat. I was astonished at her expertise; her jaws and lips worked in sync on my cock, milking it relentlessly and efficiently. I was done in 30 seconds after ejaculating gallons of seed.

Elena drained the last drops, licked my deflating junk and smiled happily, "Honey, as I thought; the real stuff was much tastier. In my earlier days, I used to love the oystery taste of cum. I wasn't privy to it lately, but it all comes back to me. It's delicious, and I do not need breakfast anymore. There is only one side effect: While a blow job satisfies my hunger, it makes me horny..."

I grinned, "I think I know the best cure. A good morning RECEIVING oral."

"Joe, dear, you don't have to..."

"Shut up woman! As the man of the house, I make the rules."

"But we are not in our house, and you need your breakfast..."

"That is exactly my plan; to feast on your nectar."

She lay on her back, leaned her head on the large pillow and mumbled, "Oh, honey..."

I pulled Elena's legs so her ass was at the bed's edge, and her feet landed on the carpet. I knelt on the floor, spread her thighs, and her swollen moist folds revealed themselves with all their glory. I latched to her labia, licking, lapping, and munching on her sweet musky fluid. It tasted much better than coffee...

Mom's respiration became shallower, and her pulse rate increased. Every now and then I could hear a soft moan. Her hands caressed my hair, encouraging me to continue. I inserted my thumb into her wet pussy and moved it circularly dilating the entrance. Her groans turned louder. My saliva with the abundant juice she generated began leaking down her perineum, reaching her anus. As my tongue and lips were working her vulva, and the thumb probing her cunt, my forefinger gingerly tapped on her puckered hole. A moment later, it gently penetrated her tight sphincter. Instinctively, it spasmed. My finger stayed in place and my oral continued unabated. Her anal hole gradually relaxed, allowing me to finger her asshole.

I felt her tense, and then her palms pushed my head deeper into her vagina. Her body extended backward, and she started screaming, "Ooh, god! It's sooo good. I am dyiiing. PLEEEEASE!!!"

My other hand, which until now kneaded a stiff pointy nipple, moved south and poked her clitoris time and time again. Elena's noises increased as her body quivered erratically. Her orgasm was now at its peak. I kept on for another 15 minutes, sending her body and mind to new heights.

At one point her sweat began pouring on my cheeks, and I slowed down. Mom's recovery took forever. I let her rest, went to the bathroom, cleaned my face and hands, and returned to bed. She remained in the same position I left her. I kissed her lips and said, "Mommy, I liked eating you. YOU taste better than any breakfast you ever made for me."

Her eyes were still shut but she smiled and whispered, "Honey, I was afraid you'd hate my smell and taste. Thank you for forcing me to let you lick me. Yes, I climaxed, but your oral didn't feel like a sexual thing; it was more like an explosion that sent me to paradise in order to return to earth when it was all over..."

"How long do you wish to stay and relax before going out? It's already 77 degrees outside and there is much to see in this city."

She raised her upper body and grinned, "I am still slightly dizzy after your attack on my genitals, but I'll be OK in 10. We'll eat breakfast and then go out. What is your recommendation for today?"

"There are many options. We can stroll The Strip and watch the most famous street in the world, we can climb the Stratosphere or the giant high-roller to get a sky view of the city, visit one of the many unique museums, see the lower level of some of the famous casinos, or a gondola ride in The Venetian."

"To begin with, I'd vote for a stroll and get a glimpse at the famous casino-hotels around."

"Good choice."

After pigging out at Aria's large breakfast buffet, we went out on the street. It was almost 10 am, and the crowd was relatively small comparing to the numbers expected in the evening. Many strangers stuck cards with pictures of naked and half-naked women in our hands. We didn't care; we were in awe of the huge structures with millions of lights, begging us to enter, gamble, eat, and watch one of the multiple shows.

We stopped by the Bellagio's fountains and observed the water-show. Mom's eyes concentrated on the jumping water jets, and she looked prettier than ever. I hugged her shoulder, and she murmured, "Honey, thank you for bringing me here. It's so beautiful..."

We continued strolling northward and reached The Venetian. I grabbed her hand, and we entered the hotel. Upon seeing the large gambling floor, Elena stopped and ogled the multi-colored, crowded, noisy place.

I asked, "Have you ever gambled?"

"Only if you call buying a lottery ticket gambling."

"Tell you what; each of us gets $100 and plays the slot machines until we lose it all. We won't be able to win, but at least you find out how it feels to play the odds."

I showed Mom how to play a couple of machines and then we separated. I lost the $100 in 20 minutes flat. I went to look for Elena. I found her in a corner, smiling happily after winning $437!

"Mom, you are a genius. Later in the afternoon, you can use the extra money to buy new clothes at The Forum Shops." She giggled.

We went to the area of the Grand Canal Shoppes. Elena was struck. She could barely move; trying to absorb so much in such a short time made her lightheaded. I told her we'd do the shopping later. It was time for a gondola tour of the place. The whole ride lasted only 15 minutes but it was amazing to watch the beautiful decorations and the specialty stores. While her face reflected her astonishment at the stunning place, my eyes wandered from the sights to her pretty face. My heart filled with love for her. After leaving the massive hotel, we returned to our room and rested for 2 hours.

Around 5 pm we left again toward Caesars Palace. We watched the impressive statues. On the steps we encountered the statue of Venus cupping her tits. I pointed to it and winked. Mom didn't hesitate; she stood in front of it, mimicked Venus's pose and I took her picture doing it...

As we crossed the entrance to Caesar's Palace, again Mom seemed fascinated by the decorations and lights. We went to the Forum, and I told Elena she had an hour and a half to choose new clothes. The money she could use was her earnings from the casino plus $150 as my present. The first 30 minutes we'd stroll to watch the attractive fountains and statues in the most profitable mall in the USA, then she would have an hour to shop around by herself, and we would meet later at the entrance to The Forum.

As expected, Elena's eyes wandered from one thing to another. She behaved like a toddler in a candy store. I loved her thrill watching everything.

Then we separated. For an hour I walked around, checked the sports store Field Of Dreams, which had all kinds of sports memorabilia. After that, I ate an ice cream, and when I had 20 minutes to kill, I bought Mom 2 sheer short nighties at Agent Provocateur.

Mom arrived at our meeting place 10 minutes late with a broad smile on her face. I told her, "We'll talk about everything later. We have tickets to the Absinthe. It is inside the large tent just around the corner. Let's have a sandwich and get in."

After seeing the Absinthe, I understood why with 'O' it's considered the best Vegas show, likely ever. For the readers who never heard of it, it was a combination of racy comedy, acrobatic performances, death-defying jumps, fantastic dances, and everything else adult audiences love to watch. The whole presentation was mind-blowing.

Initially, Elena didn't know how to react; the beginning was intended to shock and prepare the crowd for the rest of the show. But after 20 minutes, she started enjoying and laughing her ass off. In the end, everybody stood up, clapped, and refused to leave. Over the top? Yes, but highly entertaining!

It was close to 10 pm. It was 76 degrees and dry weather. We weren't tired and walked the strip to appreciate the colorful lights all over, competing for our attention. We loved ogling the famous buildings: New York New York, MGM, Excalibur, Paris,... Everything was crowded like no place we'd ever seen. We heard it continued until the morning hours with the casinos open 24/7.

We returned to our room pretty exhausted at 11:30 pm. Mom showered first. When she finished, I took a short one and returned to bed. Elena was already asleep. From the balcony I watched The Strip for a couple of minutes, took several pictures, and went to sleep.

I woke up at 8 and watched Mom wearing a skimpy transparent negligee. She was exercising. Her twin mountains swayed from side to side and my eyes focused on them. Then Elena glanced at me and smiled, "Oh good, you are awake."

"Where did you find this thingy you wear?"

"I bought it yesterday. I thought it would be inappropriate to exercise naked in front of my stepson, so now I am dressed decently."

I removed my boxers, and she saw my erection. Elena faked surprise, "My oh my, do you need to pee, had a naughty dream, or plan to blame me for it?"

"Enough useless exercise. Come to bed for a better one."

She stood up, arched her back while raising her tempting tits and asked, "Why don't we go downstairs and explore some of the museums. Sex is overrated."

"Mom, are you coming to bed right now, or I'll have to drag and Ra*e you on the table?"

Mom grinned, "Son, you are too aggressive. It's not fair. A Marine veteran against a vulnerable old lady. I think I should call 911."

I grabbed her hand, pulled her to bed, placed her on her tummy, spread her legs wide, and began licking her cunt. I did it slowly and very gently. Her vagina was moist already when I started, and the wetness increased significantly after a short time. I raised her torso to be on all 4 and fingered her pussy lightly. Her moans became audible. Watching her sexy body kept my cock very hard. I continued massaging the outer parts of her cunt very softly for like 10 minutes. Elena's respiration accelerated, and she whimpered, "That's enough, honey, put it inside and let me cum."

I blurted, "Darling, I am not in a hurry. I enjoy touching you lightly and watch you getting aroused."

She whimpered, "But I am close. I need you to help me climax."

"I thought you wanted to call 911. Shall I bring you the phone?"

"Stop that. Let me cum. NOW!"

"Not until you apologize for threatening me, and then tell me in filthy detail what you wish me to do."

She whined, "You are so cruel to me..."

I continued my light touches, "Lady, take it or leave it."

She hesitated for a moment and then screamed, "I want you to fuck me roughly! I want your giant monster to pound my hungry pussy hard and never stop. I want you to ejaculate deep in my cunt!..."

I whispered in her ear, "Good girl."

Next, I knelt behind her, and inserted my engorged cock all the way to the hilt in one massive stroke. Her body shuddered, and she screamed. I didn't know if it represented surprise or pain, but she asked me to treat her savagely, and my intention was to do just that.

With no fanfare, I started plowing her pussy relentlessly. I bent on her back, and my hands rubbed her sensitive orbs. Elena's face was buried in her soft pillow and her screams became muffled. I continued my assault on her abused cunt, and my fingers pinched her nipples. Mom's shivering turned uncontrollable.

My horniness grew exponentially as my pounding her vagina continued. I saw her immense pleasure unfolding before my eyes. My training in the Marines gave me strength and endurance, but that affected only my muscles, not my ability to sustain my arousal for long. Mom was simply too sexy, and despite my futile efforts to think about global warming, I was reaching the end of the line sooner than I wanted. I erupted deep in her recesses with a wild howl, filling her snatch with my whitish goo.

Elena's body lay lifeless for long minutes. Eventually, she began moving and mumbled, "Honey, you are a man of extremes. You can be so gentle, polite, and loving, but you can also turn into a vicious animal. When your second character dominates, I get the pleasure of a lifetime but at the same time I wonder if I'll survive to appreciate the delight I feel."

"Mom, if I am not mistaken, YOU are the one who wished I'd rough you up."

"Like I said; if after your brute handling of my body I am still alive, I'll thank you for the unparalleled orgasm."

I chuckled, "I get your point. Next time I'll take it easy on you."

"Don't you dare! I love the wild rides with you."

"Woman, I am not smart enough. Help me understand what you want me to do next time?"

Elena grinned, "Men's brain is much simpler than women's. For men there is only white or black, yes or no, gentle or rough. We women have nuances. Let me simplify it for you: I absolutely LOVE what you do to me, but I want you to guarantee I will not die in the process."

I giggled, "Mom, I love FUCKING you and diversifying how we do it. However, I love ALL OF YOU with all my heart and wish to spend my life with you, so risking your life is not on my agenda."

"Son, I believe you. When is the earliest I can go through another wild roller coaster?..."​