Incest/Taboo Lambs of Lust

Andrew simply nodded, taking a long look at her pink mountain temples before half-turning his attention to the screen in front of him. He released a deep sigh as he melted into the couch next to his breasty mother, his head falling back into the cushion so that he could catch a glimpse of her tits out of the corner of his eye.

Amber herself sat up straight, giving him what he wanted, holding the book low so the profile of her large tit was in full view. He began to scroll through his game, the beeps and swishes of the selections he made somewhat distracting to her reading, but not much more than her being half naked already was.

"So what else did you do today, besides failing to talk to a girl?" She turned her upper half to him. His eyes immediately became so fixated on her breasts that he hardly noticed when he spawned into game and was killed almost immediately.

"Hun, you better pay attention before you get killed again." Amber shifted in her seat, a warmth building inside her as she reveled in his glances.

"Oh... sure." He shook his head, his expression still pensive and unsure.

"Well, just getting ready for midterms. Lots of my classes had study hours." He shrugged, finally focusing on his game. He guided his character around the map, firing its gun occasionally. Even Amber, who knew nothing about the game, could see he was not doing well. He was still too distracted by his mother's bosom.

"Are you doing okay in your classes?" Amber took full advantage of the fact he was talking to her; in fact, it was the most they'd conversed in quite some time. His string of failures out in the world had rendered him sullen and withdrawn.

"Yeah, fine..." he pushed his head back harder into the cushion, hands clutching the controller tightly. The tension between them was returning to normal levels, all until he took another look at her breasts.

"I'll study some more later, Mom... it will be fine." His tone so genuine, even conceding to studying. She wondered if maybe she needed to take her top off around him more often.

The rumbles and blasts of her son's game distracted her more and more until she was really only feigning reading her book. Her own eyes were sneaking peeks at him: his scruffy hair that she always nagged him to comb; his lanky form that she constantly begged to eat more; and his strong jaw, similar to his father's, which she remembered all too well. Of course she never recalled sitting next to her late husband topless for this long. He would have made a move.

Not Andrew, though. He only timidly looked at his mother's nakedness every so often, shifting in his seat as a bulge grew in his pants. Amber almost squealed thinking about how her son was a grown man, wondering what his cock looked like. She didn't want to push herself on him, though - only give him what he wanted. Taking her eyes off the front of his pants, she tried to read a few words, but suddenly, an outburst in the game caught her attention.

"Fucking bullshit twat." A muffled, overly-processed voice came from her TV speakers. Amber looked at Andrew, puzzled. She received only a nervous shrug from him in response.

"Some people don't take losing well in this game..." Andrew said, excusing the strange behavior.

Amber accepted that fact, though she found it strange. The point was further driven home by yet another outburst.

"I fucked your mom last night! Fucking virgin."

Amber's spine shivered at the very idea of it, Her nipples tensed and her core warmed up.

"I guess he really doesn't take losing well. Funny he wanted to bring me into this." She playfully nudged him, bare shoulder rubbing against his shirt.

"Guys say things online I guess." Andrew blushed hard. All he could focus on was his mother's DD tit bouncing as she brushed against him. He found himself wondering how far they bounced when she was getting fucked.

He stiffly shook his head.

"Well, don't listen to idiots like that. There is nothing wrong with being a virgin." Amber stared at her son, wondering what his response would be.

His face grew redder and redder. Amber could tell he was terribly embarrassed.

"Yea... I guess." He scratched his nose as he waited in the next game's lobby.

"You have to learn how to talk to women if you ever want to change that." She turned her whole body towards him, her head laying on the couch cushion near to his as her brown hair flowed over the side of the couch.

"Why don't you practice again?"

"Mom..." The warmth of her skin near his arm was intoxicating to him.

"Come on, I'm just a girl from your college, topless and interested in talking to you."

"Ugh... well. Hi, I am Andrew." He gave off a more annoyed tone than anything, but it was more confident than before, so Amber beamed.

"Ohhh sorry to bug you Annndrew." Amber dug in overenthusiastically to her role, playfully teasing at his reluctance. "I'm Amber. Tell me about yourself."

The next round started, but Andrew didn't spawn in. A part of him was drawn to the scenario his mother was presenting to him: a sexy, topless girl who was genuinely interested in him. Her pretending seemed so real to him, just like her toplessness clearly was.

"Well I go to Camelot Community College... I play video games."

"Oh! No way! So do I!" Amber poked her own breast, letting Andrew watch as she began to breathe heavier. The scenario excited her, too, reminding her of the day when she, a young, single girl, had had a sudden encounter with her future husband.

"Where do you live?" She sat up, bringing herself closer, her tits eye level with Andrew.

"With... my... mom..." he sounded shaky once more, eyes fixated on the sacks before him.

Amber playfully flicked Andrew on the nose.

"Don't tell a girl that. Not until you have to."

"Yeah.. I guess not..." His own breathing was heavy as he leered at his mother's breasts.

"Sweetie, would it help if you... touched them?" She arched her back so they were pushed forward.

"Mom?!" His eyes widened. He sat up and pulled himself back instinctively.

"Exactly... 'Mom.' It's my duty to give you all the experience you need to make it in the big world. But obviously all this time I missed.... or was unable to give you what you needed to build relationships with women..."

Andrew heard a tinge of guilt in her tone.

"Mom... don't say that. You have always been an amazing mom, even more so after dad..." He looked at her eyes now instead of her breasts, her handsome man so grown and mature as he reassured her.

"Everything you do is for me and Abby... you push yourself too much."

Amber felt a tear in her eye that she held back, keeping her chest puffed out.

"My brave boy... you have been through so much since your dad left us..." her hand cupped his cheek before trailing down to grab his hand.

"You put on a brave face, but I know it's hard. The expectations of grandma and grandpa and even college. So that's why I work to give everything for you... give it my all."

Tugging his fingers, she slowly, through little resistance on his part, brought his hand to her ample chest and laid it firmly atop, grabbing it from behind to ensure he could not remove it.

"So do Momma a favor, take what she is giving you now. It's not as much as you deserve, but it means the world to me to give." She rubbed his hand, moving it so that her breast was kneaded by it, nipple tickling her son's palm.

Despite the rumblings of explosions and shooting from the video game, the two faded into their own world for a moment. Andrew accepted the sexualization of his mother's breast as he squeezed it. His eyes were full of wonder as she drew in a sharp, yet grateful, breath. His other hand eagerly joined the groping chorus, its thumb flicking at her nipple as she bit her lip and smiled at him.

"Is this ok?" Andrew pressed his hand firmly into the tit. It was too much for him to grab in one handful, but that made it feel even more amazing.

"Are you enjoying it?" Her tone was soft and loving.

The young man could only nod.

"Then of course it is okay." Amber threw back her head as she savored his touch. It felt even better than when Andrew had innocently touched her prior to dinner. His grasp was hungry, lustful, and charmingly innocent. He didn't try to impress her with how he twisted her nipple or groped her. He simply lived in the moment of touching her.

The light of day had faded from the window. Only the TV, and a distant light from elsewhere in the house, illuminated their tender moment. Amber noticed a large "GAME OVER" on the screen, but Andrew did not seem to care. He was entirely focused on groping his mother's perky breasts.

His hands began exploring lower. He felt her wide hips and flat stomach with his hands, holding on to them firmly as he grabbed her body in various places.

"You're curious." Amber scratched her son's head gently as he explored her upper half.

"I've never seen a woman... no, I've never touched a woman like this."

"I wish I could be younger for you - prettier, firmer."

"No... you're way hotter than most of the girls at my college...." he plainly said.

Flattered, but also partially curious, she laughed.

"Most?!"

"Um uh...." Andrew's guilty eyes looked up at her.

"I'm just teasing sweetie. I understand." A small moan encouraged him as he softly rubbed her breast around.

"Is this how I do it?" He looked up at her.

Amber put her arms around his neck, smiling.

"There is no way to do it. That will come later. For now this is about you... and you can do anything."

"Anything?..." Andrew seemed lost on that word, his breath leaving him as the flickering light of the TV played across his mother's skin.

Disruptively, the raspy voice in the game returned, this time with a bit more gloat.

"Get wrecked noob! Fucking three-oh K-D ratio. Fucking virgin." The lobby filled with similar chatter, berating the virgins of the first-person-shooter world, and claiming to have done every unspeakable thing to all of their mothers.

Andrew was happy to ignore it, focusing on his mother's nipple for a time. But Amber was having none of it. She leaned over to grab the headset that lay across the coffee table. She looked at her son with a devious smile, seeing horror on his face as he wondered what she was about to do.

"Hey jerk, this is the noob's mom, he isn't going to be a virgin for much longer!" She proudly yelled into the mic, laughing the whole time.

"Ayyo wha-" The response to such a suggestive statement was dumbfounded, but Amber cut it off with a flip of the switch.

"What... Mom?" The boy's heart was beating through his chest as his mother rose from her seat.

"When I said my body was for you hun, I meant it.... it's time for you to become a man." Amber slid her cotton shorts over her plump ass, then kicked them across the room. Her plain white panties hugged her hips.

"I'll leave it up to you sweetie." She sat back down on the couch, laying her head on a pillow opposite Andrew as she brought her feet to his shoulders. The outline of her slit was barely visible to him in the shadows as her legs wrapped around him.

"It's up to you how far you want to go with Momma." She put her arms behind her head, waiting, and hoping Andrew would take the plunge.

There was a long, silent moment in the Lamb living room. It was just the two of them, alone on a week night, spiraling down into a sexual pit as a son thought to defile his own mother. He stared at her naked body, wondering what lay between her motherly thighs underneath her unassuming panties.

"You are amazing, Mom," were his shaky words as he brought his hands along her thighs and to her hips. He palmed her stomach for a moment, and even leaned over to grope her breast again. He was stalling, but eventually, he decided to remove his mother's panties. His anxiety was evident as he nervously plucked at the fabric.

"Don't think about it. This is for you to enjoy." Amber Lamb was also shaking. Her son was slowly pulling her panties away from her; she helped him slide them off of her legs.

Andrew held them up in front of his eyes to see them, disbelief written all over his face. He was so turned on by the sight of his mother's underwear, but, knowing what now lay bare to him, he tossed them across the room, almost as if to deny his mother them if she were to change her mind.

There between her legs was a place he never thought he would visit. Shining in the reflection of the light was a set of plump lips - not entirely neat, but sexy nonetheless for a mother of her age. It was crowned in a bush of hair; clearly Amber had not been expecting such an encounter with a man so soon. As she'd gone farther and farther with Andrew, though, she'd decided that she couldn't imagine dedicating her body to any man but the one to whom she dedicated her whole life.

Timidly, Andrew reached out his hand, his fingers grazing the wetness of her slit. It was all so surreal, Amber's arousal peaked as her son touched her in ways she'd never dreamed of, and that no one would understand. It all made sense to her, though. He pushed back her lips some; a small whimper from Amber praised the maneuver, and so he continued to explore her pink labia.

Suddenly Andrew shot up, making Amber flinch. At first she was afraid he was running away because his movements were so jittery. Instead, he was fumbling with his pants, his hands excitedly trying to undo his belt and button. Amber found his sudden excitement cute. She was also highly anticipating what her son was about to give her.

Giggling, she sat up, bringing her hands to his to calm them. She looked up at her son, her eyes level with his crotch.

"Relax sweetie, let Momma do this." She put his hands at his side before deftly removing his belt and pants. His boxers were there before her, though that was nothing she had not seen before. Her nose had never been this close to his large bulge before, though. She could smell the sweet scent of detergent and precum coming from the boxers and his cock, respectively.

Her finger rubbing the outside of his underwear, she smiled brightly.

"Andrew... have you been hiding a big cock?" Her wry smile telling of the imaginative thoughts of her son's member.

"Um... I don't know... I..." He blushed, taking his hands to the waistband of his boxers and pulling them down to reveal it.

Out plopped a hefty schlong: not terribly long at a modest five inches, but so incredibly thick around that it made his mother's eyes widen. Amber quickly removed his boxers the rest of the way, taking his manhood in her hand to examine it closely. He had a bush as well; obviously, he'd also not been expecting an encounter with a woman. Beneath it were two hefty balls caught up in a tense sack. Amber could tell he was a little backed up. She wondered if the stress from school, plus his inability to even approach girls his own age, left him without relief.

"You know... girls love a cock like this." She gave it long, tight tugs, which made his juices bubble out of its uncut tip.

"Dddddo they?" He groaned, eyes watching Amber as her body sat in reverence to his.

"Mmmhmmm, it feels good when it's this thick." She wrapped her thumb and index finger around its girth, their tips not quite meeting, and she pointed it up to show him.

"I bet a few of your college girls would love to get stuffed with this meat." She looked at it in the eye as she tugged it some more. Her tongue even ventured a taste of what was sneaking out of him, Andrew baffled and amazed by how much his mother was turning him on.

"Remember, don't hold yourself back, sweetie..." were her last words before taking him into her mouth, sliding his cock far back against her tonsils and then out again.

"Oh my god... Mom..." He squirmed at the feeling of her hot tongue sliding across his length.

Amber herself only gagged a little, and then only because it had been a long time since she had taken a cock past her lips. The last one had been her husband's; he'd enjoyed the same moves her son now writhed under. Like father like son, she thought to herself as she bobbed her head forward and back. His groaning grew as she gradually got used to the feeling again. It was hardly any struggle for her to take his full length, but her jaw did begin to hurt from his girth - a feeling familiar to his father as well.

Amber's own desire was also intensifying. Sucking on her son's dick caused her hand to slip between her legs and rub at her hairy muff. Andrew felt her moans reverberate on his cock as she sucked it. After a few moments, he dared to put a hand on her head.

Soon he noticed her hand pleasuring herself, and it made him more curious about what was going down below.

"Mom... can you lay back?" he timidly asked.

"What's that, hun?" She pointedly pretended not to hear due to his weak tone. She was still insistent that she was teaching him how to talk to women. In her world, sensual women needed to be commanded.

"Can you lay back?" he softly requested again.

"Mmmm?" she replied, her mouth full of meat.

"Lay! Back!" Andrew grabbed her hair, pulling his mother's mouth off his cock. He held her ponytail, his penis tapping her lips as she stared up at him in adoration.

"There we go, sweetie..." She remembered all the times his father would hold her the same way, in full control of her body as he would command her how to move and what position to take. It was a proud moment to learn that such a streak of dominance resided within her son as well.

Amber began to lay back, yet Andrew gave her a stiff push on her forehead as well, the supple mother falling against the couch with legs spread wide. Diving in, the son brought his face to the mother's cunt, observing it, looking at its drenched folds closely. It was the first time he had seen a pussy in person, and his curious fingers were not going to pass up the opportunity.

At first he was simply running them up and down her lips once more, like he had at first sight, but far more aggressively. Amber was moaning in chorus, and hit a crescendo as he shoved two fingers inside her cunt to explore.

"Sorry, was that too...?" He looked up at her, fingers deep inside her slit.

"No... just surprising." Amber shook her head with a proud smile. "But surprises are sometimes good." Her legs spread wider, letting him push his fingers deeper inside of her. Her sounds were now laden with desire as he probed her, his hand getting wet from her arousal.

"You like this?" Andrew cutely asked as he watched his mother wriggle at the end of his hand.

"Oooo... yes... it's been a while for Momma you know." Her wide hips bucked as he slid in and out of her. His motions were guided by curiosity as to how she'd react, more so than how she felt around his fingers.

He discovered that her pussy would tense more and more with each subsequent movement he made. Andrew felt her grip his fingers. His eyes were wide as he stared at her cunt, filled with them.

"I know you want to... are you afraid?" She did a little of her own probing.

"Nnno... just feels... wrong?" He pulled his fingers out, admiring the shininess that was lathered over them, and her hole that was open for them.

"Sweetie... you should never be afraid of something that feels right in here." She pointed to his still-clothed chest.

"And in here." Her finger then traced the outline of his cock's head.

"Life doesn't give us desire just to ignore."

Her head fell back into the cushion as she took a deep breath, relaxing her body as she watched and waited.

"Come on hun, put it in Momma. It will be good for me too."

It was at that moment Andrew knew he was a man. Nothing made it more evident than the feeling of a woman submitting to him as his cock stiffened at her sight. He could feel how his mother's extreme measures had made him different - exactly the sort of maturation he'd needed. He confidently crawled between her thighs and placed his tip at her entrance.

"I love you, Mom." Were his words that paired with a small thrust forward, the tip of his cock spreading her open.

"I love you too swee- aahhhh!" Andrew was too inexperienced to be gentle or sauve; he simply plowed into her and moved his lower half to chase the pleasure she was willing to give.

Andrew groaned, Amber whimpered; they both carnally sang each other's praises for successive moments of thrusting. The son hit his mark over and over as his eyes went foggy, watching his mother's tits bounce each time he pumped against her inner thighs, just as he'd imagined. It did not take long, for him to cum. Their moment of pleasure was brief by objective standards, but the heat of it rivaled any feeling either had had in their entire lives.

Certainly the heat of her son's cum filling her was unlike anything she had felt before. It even rivaled his father's in amount and warmth. The fluid crashed against her womb and then spewed out from between them as Andrew kept thrusting like a rabbit. His eyes rolled back as he expended himself again and again into her hairy muff.

It would be a long moment of Andrew sitting in her, recovering from his orgasm, before they would see the result of their feverish coupling. As he pulled his limp member from her, it uncorked the excess he'd given her, letting it spill out onto her hairy lips and thighs.

Looking down on his mother's churning chest, covered in sweat, the young man admired his work. Amber herself had lifted her head to observe what had been done to her, her eyes then turning upwards to see the proud man above her that had fertilized her womb. She found her son overly cute at that very moment, his cock still dripping as he stood over her, but he had been too naive and quick to bring her to her own climax.

Amber's fingers found her cum-covered clit swiftly, and they swirled her son's seed around atop her moist cunt. Her son's eyes widened as he watched her pleasure herself; her other hand grabbed at her breast as she moaned.

"Mom..." He was left in awe. He knew that if he was not so spent that his cock would be getting harder from the sights and sounds. His mother writhed beneath her own fingers, moaning louder and louder as they pressed against her cum-lathered slit.

At the last moment, her eyes met Andrew's, looking over the scrawny young man's form. She didn't see a scrawny shut in, though. She saw a handsome boy to whom she would give everything.

"Oh my god..." Her last heavy breath welcomed a quake inside of her, her body shaking as a powerful orgasam rocked her while she stared at her boy. Her eyes locked with him throughout the waves of pleasure. Andrew even nudged her legs open more so he could watch what happened to her.

More time passed as they caught their breaths and recovered from their bout. Andrew had sat back down on the couch in the meantime, next to his mother's legs, which were still lathered with his seed.

"What happens now..." he mumbled, almost ashamed to look at her.

Amber smiled her signature bright, loving smile once more. Her extreme measures had only amplified her love for her son, and, as she sat up and pressed her body against him, she reassured him of as much.

"We keep going," she whispered in his ear, her hot breath making the hairs of his nape stand on end. "Just like we always have, only now you are maturing, and you know Momma is here for whatever you need."

Her lips against his forehead capped off all their feelings, and eased the tension of the night. For the first time that evening she saw him smile at her, a satisfied expression displacing his former melancholy.

His mother's heart grew in that moment, his smile brightening hers further they tapped their foreheads together.

Rising from her place next to him, she grazed her fingers across his cheek.

"But now Momma is tired..." Her naked body stood majestically in front of him. She clearly wasn't embarrassed at all by the cum - her son's cum - running down her leg.

As she turned away, Andrew was stricken by her form: large breasts bouncing with each step of her long legs, and the sway of her motherly hips. Only when she reached the beginning of the hallway did she turn to look at him.

"But don't be shy if you need... anything... sweetie." Her eyes sparkled before disappearing into the dark, leaving her son satisfied on the couch, with his limp cock hanging down.
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