Incest/Taboo Lambs of Lust

"I got it..." He looked down at his feet, one of the first times Andrew peeled his eyes away from his mother.

"Is it... something you understand... something you want to do?" Amber pressed the matter, she had to know he was committed.

"Yes... I'll do whatever it takes." Andrew looked into Amber's eyes, the seriousness evident.

"But what will we do when Abigail comes home?"

It was less than a week till the other Lamb would be home from her school trip. Meaning it was less than a week till they had to tiptoe around, even at home.

"I don't know..." Amber let the seat belt slide up as she unbuckled it. "But let's worry about that when we have to." She slipped out of the car, a loving smile on her face.

Stepping inside the pair didn't speak, the quietness of their home somewhat overwhelming as each pondered what to say.

"Uh, why don't you go rest sweetie." Amber came close to her son, facing him just hardly an inch away from touching.

"I just have a few things to do around the house, then I'll make dinner, ok?" Her hands ran through Andrew's uncouth hair.

"Yeah... ok." His hands found her tits and kneaded them, Amber smiling at him as he enjoyed himself. "We need to do something about your hair, it's so messy." She always had nagged him for his knots and cowlicks.

"Yeah... I'll make it however you like..." he looked into his mother's eyes, with no resistance to her normally rejected the suggestion.

Amber smiled brightly, her son responding to her in ways he never did before. Perhaps he just needed a certain love to hear her.

Bringing her lips into his they kissed. At first, it was a single smack, but then they came together over and over. Their kissing devolved into an exchange of saliva and tongues that lasted for several long minutes. Amber's hands were in Andrew's hair and her son's hands were at her breasts.

Amber noted she needed to teach him more original places to put his hands.

After their tongues had finished their dance, mother and son parted, a silent pause as they looked into each other's souls.

"I'm gonna go to my room... let me know... uh..." Andrew let go of his mother's body, stepping away somewhat bashfully as his eyes struggled to release the sight of her. There was an odd tension between them, seemingly because of the impending evening of taboo sex each knew they were about to have.

"Yeah, I'll let you know when dinner is ready hun." Amber put her hands behind her back and swayed side to side. She knew what he was doing as her breasts swayed in secondary movements. Andrew nearly walked into the wall as he stepped away. Amber laughed like a young woman again as she saw him disappear down the hall.

Still topless she sunk into a nearby chair, smiling and laughing at herself as she shifted in her seat. There was certainly a burning passion that had been unleashed in her. As she subconsciously rubbed against the edge of her seat she knew it needed to be quenched. Andrew for his part couldn't be expected to scratch this itch immediately, he needed to be trained, and tonight was going to be his first official lesson.

A few hours would pass by as Amber saw to a few household chores. Of course, it was a bit freeing to not have to wear a bra or anything on her upper half, far more relaxing and cool as she did all this housework. The thought of a constant train of sexual encounters they could partake in at any time was a liberating idea. She could hear him playing his video games in his bedroom. Usually, he would have his door shut, perhaps the crack was a shy invitation for her to come in at any time. Little did he know Momma had quite a few more plans.

Setting a few things aside for dinner, Amber took up her usual blissful hum as she pranced about the kitchen. There was an abnormal spring in her step, the mother a bit more giddy than usual. She had always been a rather upbeat person, but it was amazing what a good fucking could do for someone. She hadn't even bothered to put on her usual apron, with no top on to protect she simply went about her business topless. Secretly she hoped Andrew would peek out of her room and take some initiative, but she understood that boldness would take some time for him to get used to.

Soon dinner was in the oven, roasted lemon chicken and spinach. It was a rare meal that didn't require much prep time for side dishes or toppings, leaving the breasty woman to her own devices for a few hours. Of course, that was all in the design, because Amber had to prepare for the final course... herself.

Slipping past Andrew's bedroom, she peeked through the crack at him. He sat blasting away at some game, though his headset did not cover one ear. Usually, she would have to get his attention to even take the sound canceling headset off, but it seemed he casually wanted to have one ear open for any word from her. It took a lot of willpower for Amber to not burst into his room and straddle him in his gaming chair. Quickly she pried herself away from his door and slipped into her room to prepare for the evening.

The chirping buzzer of the oven radiated through the house. It was an annoying high pitch that bounced from ceiling to floor and rattled those within's heads. Over and over it sounded, beckoning someone to answer its call. Usually Amber was right on top of it, if not beating the timer to the oven she would catch it after the first buzzer. But this evening she was nowhere to be found as it sounded. Andrew poked his head from his room to see what was up.

"Mom?" He called out to no answer. Leaving his room he would investigate the unanswered oven, the timer growing louder as he neared the kitchen. No mom to be found, he silenced the alarm and opened the door, a wave of heat hitting him as he reached for a pair of mittens. The chicken didn't seem to be burnt so Andrew decided it best he pulled it out and let it rest on top of the stove.

"Thank you for getting that sweetie." Amber's voice startled him, with a much more sultry manner to it.

As his eyes rose to find her, his mother would be leaning against the wall leading to the hallway. His jaw nearly dropped as he saw her standing there in a sexy set of black lingerie. Her MILFy body was neatly wrapped in a matching set of lace. From panty hoes that rose above her knees connected to a garter around her waist, to small pair of see-through black panties. Her upper half was covered in a matching see-through black floral bra that held her tits upright and cleavage out. Her nipples poked through so nicely, all the advantages of not wearing a bra with some mysterious wrappings.

"I hope it wasn't burnt?" She let her final words trail off with a whine as she slid her hand up the wall and posed her body against it. Her hips jutted out and her body arched sensually.

"Nuhh... nuhh.... No...." Andrew was gobstruck.

His mother in 24 hours had gone from someone he would never give a second look, to a delectable treat he could hardly hold back from. Amber strode across the grand room towards the kitchen. Each step a bounce that saw her ass sway. Coming around the counter she wrapped her arms around Andrew's neck.

"Is this too much?" She pouted, looking deep into his eyes. She justified it as giving him an out, though there was no way he would take it.

"No no..." Andrew rested his shaking hands on her bare hips, playing with the straps of the garter.

"Good... I can tell you are a little nervous..." She began to twirl her lower half around, grazing his growing bulge with her lace.

"Muhh... maybe." Andrew blushed.

"You've seen so much of me already though?" Amber laid it on thick.

"But not like this..." His eyes were feasting on the dressing she adorned herself with.

Amber giggled. "You think I only bought that tight tank top and short shorts?" Her hands ran through his hair. Her mouth leaned up to his ear as she began to whisper.

"I have things like this that will blow your mind away." She expelled hot breath all along his neck, the hairs of his nape standing on end.

Andrew moved his hand up to the lace at her chest, he fumbled with it as he tried to move it away.

"Nuh uh..." Amber swatted his fingers away.

"Let's eat first." A coy grin passed over her as she grabbed him by the shirt and tugged him to the table.

A few times Andrew slid his hand over her asscheeks. He toyed with the lace that hung around it, feeling her plump romp. His mother simply giggled each time he slid a finger under the fabric but as soon as they were at the table she pushed him away, beckoning him to take a seat.

"Now Andrew..." she wagged her finger as if she was scolding him. "No dessert until after you eat your dinner." Her hands slid down her breasts and abdomens as she highlighted all the bits of cake he would get to taste later. Amber shuttled the food between the kitchen and table hastily, desert keen on his mine.

Chicken finally on his plate, Andrew savored the thighs and breasts. But instead of the ones on his plate, they were the ones on his mother as she sat down beside him at the table, giving him a roguish smile and wink. Both hardly said a word as they partook in the meal. Rather their talking was being done under the table. Amber's bare leg was wrapped around her son's hairy leg as they footsied the entire time their meals were being devoured. Both exchanged expressions of longing and glee as they hardly broke contact with one another's skin.

"This is delicious." Andrew smacked his lips as a bite of chicken breast passed through his lips with a suggestive gulp. His tongue slid across his lips as he looked to Amber's stomach, adorned by the black garter that pushed into her flesh ever so slightly.

"Glad you like it." Amber's demeanor had changed so much over a day. The spark that was unleashed between them saw her acting and talking more like a girl than a mother. Playfully she bit off a piece of the chicken, licking her fingers before sensually wiping her plump lips. Her eyes traveled across her son, and to her astonishment to his empty plate.

"Oh... it looks like you hated it." She shrugged her shoulders as she realized she was not even half done with her plate.

"Mmmm I couldn't keep my hands off of it." Andrew slipped his chair backward. The nervous boy's hands were shaking with anticipation and excitement as he walked behind his mother's chair, resting his fingers on his mother's shoulders.

"Hey... I'm not even done yet." She playfully protested as her son's hands slipped down to her tits and kneaded them.

"You said when I was done I could have dessert." His thumbs pulled the lace down, struggling to come below her hefty tits.

"No... I said you can't have dessert if you don't finish your dinner. That's different." She closed her eyes and took a breath as his fingers found her nipples.

"Same difference."

"Nuh uh."

But the eager amateur had little patience. His urges were so needy and demanding. He demanded constant attention from her body and needed a sensual part of her now. It was hard to think that her boy was a man who needed to use her as his father would.

His hands slipped behind her back to find the clip, eager to test out the trick he learned in the car earlier. But with a small laugh, Amber put her fork down, bringing her hand between her breasts.

"Sorry sweetie, I know this is confusing, this one opens from the front." She made to unclip her bra.

Andrew's hands however ripped hers away, tossing them aside as he yanked at the clip between her breasts, eager to free them. He had little patience for the small metal hooks, pulling at them like an animal eager to get to its meal.

"Easy sweetie, you'll snap-"

The hook of her bra ricocheted off the far wall as he tore it open at the front. Her breasts fell with a bounce as they were released.

Amber pouted, puffing out her lips as she looked directly upwards at her son looming over her.

"I just bought this." Her bottom lip stuck out. "You are going to ruin all the new clothes... remember, suave!" She scolded.

"Sorry, mom... I uh... just was excited. I liked it... just love seeing your boobs." His hands enveloped them. Pulling them up and down, squeezing them, twisting her nipples. All the curious way's a boy could play with a pair of tits he managed.

Amber soon realized she was no longer hungry. Pushed the plate to the side she reached up and grabbed his arms. Closing her eyes she enjoyed the way he explored her, giving him a few affirming moans and coos as his hands had the time of their lives. She would let it go on for some time until she felt his hands trying to go lower across her tummy.

Standing up, she came to her son and wrapped her arms around his neck. Only this time she pressed her body up against his tightly and ground her sex against the front of his pants in circles.

"Remember what I said earlier." She looked deep into his eyes as her hips swiped up and down his.

"Uh-huh," Andrew said with a line of drool coming from the corner of his mouth. Clearly, he didn't remember.

"You're gonna learn how to properly make a woman cum." Her hips stopped their dance as she backed away. Andrew made to follow but as Amber sat against the table she brought a bare foot up to his pants and pushed him back.

"So you can't just drop your load early in me." She looked at him sternly as she hoisted herself up on the table.

"Do I always need to make you cum?" Andrew a typical man thinking only with his head.

"Mmmm not always. I know sometimes you'll need to just use me to relieve some pressure. But it would be nice for momma if you tired."

"Ok." Andrew stepped forward as his mother lay back on the table. She spread her legs invitingly, her sex noticeably on display through the see-through black mesh. But as Andrew got closer his eyes narrowed at the sight of it, something was different.

Amber had a knowing smile on her face as he stared between her legs.

"Take off my panties... There are hooks on either side." She wiggled her hips as her son found the mechanisms to unleash her womanhood. Slipping the black lace around it took him a few moments to figure it out. He was noticeably more careful not to rip the undergarment this time, instead peeling it away as everything seemed to slide away naturally.

This time Andrew took a deep breath, the sight of his mother's cunt awe-inspiring. What last night was a bush hairy mound was now a clean-shaven set of folds, only a small landing strip across the top were the remnants of her hair. It was a glistening mature pussy, labia slightly darker color than the rest of her skin except for where it blushed a reddish hue.

"You like it?" Again her lower half wagged in front of him. Amber had been excited to reveal this since before she picked him up at community college. She had been so tempted to show him her freshly shaven slit in the car, but knew they wouldn't be able to hold back if she did. However, the awestruck look on her son's face as he stared down at her shaven folds was worth the wait.

Andrew did not bother to answer the question. Instead, he bent down and brought his face closer to her now glistening snatch as she spread her thighs out in anticipation. He could feel the warmth on his nose as he got closer, his heart pounding as it rose and fell with her heavy breaths.

Suddenly he was so close his nose touched the wetness. It was a sensation that made him flinch, and his mother moan as both came together. Andrew looked up at his mother a little startled.

"It's ok... I like being touched there." She smiled at him.

Andrew gulped before leaning in again, this time placing his lips on her lips and feeling the fluids and warmth against his mouth. Amber drew in a large breath and let it out in a controlled fashion as his lips smacked against her flesh. She felt them taking her flesh and bits into his mouth one at a time as he explored her. Eagerly he was working around her cunt to taste it. It was freshly washed and juicy just for him. As he kissed it lower and lower there was a sweetness, until his nose was rubbing against her hood and snuck between her labia to rub at her clit. Andrew hardly understood what he was doing.

"Ohhhhh." She whined as he hit that perfect spot. Her eyebrows furrowed as she lay her head back on the table.

"Is that ok?" Andrew spoke through his kissing of her pussy, words vibrating her core as they rolled out of his throat.

"Yes." Her answer high pitched and eager. Though it was a rather short response, leaving Andrew little to know what he did right.

"Wha... wha... where you're nose is.... Use your tongue." She clenched her eyes and begged. Her hands came to the back of his head, pining for him to raise his mouth to her clit and lick. Andrew did not understand the assignment completely but was good at listening to instructions. His tongue found her sex timidly, tickling at different parts as Amber guided him

to her pleasure.

"Up sweetie... ohhhhhhh good boy." She rolled her hips to his kisses. For a long time, she left him there to taste and lap at her. Her long drawn-out moans motivating Andrew to become more and more involved in his act. But being a curious boy, Andrew wanted to explore further, discontent settling in quickly as he brought a finger to her hole.

"Oh!" She exclaimed as his index finger traveled down her passage. He did not cease his kissing of his mother's slit, simply felt around in chorus. He moved it in and out like a cock, the most natural of movements he could think of. But as Amber raised her head to look at him she could hardly object to the idea.

"You surprised me." She ran her hips upwards, enough that her wet lips passed over his nose.

Andrew looked up at her with his eyes. His tongue still working obediently.

"But it's a good surprise." She scratched his head as she felt him push his hand deeper.

"Try wagging your finger.... Like you are telling me to come here... girls love that."

Andrew struggled to get the motion down for a minute, but when he did his fingertip graced the top of her vagina, rubbing along the bundle of nerves. Amber melted onto his hand, warmth radiating from her as she felt like a river of arousal.

"You have momma so wet." She applauded him. "Do... ahhhh... do another... another finger." Her mouth hung open at the request.

Andrew while curious was growing frustrated. His hard-on was painfully unaddressed, but the feeling of

tasting his mother's sex was enjoyable on its own. Plus it seemed to make her feel good, meaning he was close to learning his lesson of making his mother cum.

Perhaps the quicker he pleasured her the sooner he could get his cock wet. Both her slick set of lower lips and the plump lips of her mouth seemed like tantalizing places to bury his rod. Thinking of this made him feel more and more energized, enough that his second finger entering her cunt made a rather rough entrance.

"Ohhhh!" Amber jumped as he pressed his fingers into her full force. Aggressively they slid in and out of her, making a wet smacking sound as Amber whined. He lifted his head from her sex and watched her reaction to his fingering, the helpless and submissive expression on her face made him want to burst. With his other hand, he pushed up her legs, even more, holding her thigh back as he tried to go deeper and deeper into his mother.

Standing up Andrew towered over his mother laying back on the table. Held by his hands her legs were straight up in the air, one resting on his shoulder and the other pushed back by his hand. Harder and harder he finger fucked her, her moans echoing around the house as his sexual aggression seemed to take over.

Amber loved every last second of it. Her son truly had what it took to be dominant. Even just as a learner, hardly a day since losing his virginity he was touching and holding her in possessive ways. Their interactions and her lovingness have given him peace of mind to explore her as he so desired. But for him to graduate to such assertiveness was astounding to her.

"Ohhh.... Ohhhh ohhhh ohhh." She sang as he shoved his fingers into her. His eyes stared at her sex as he did so, watching her folds spread for his hand.

"Okkk ok ok!" She gasped. Andrew relented some, his pace slowing as he looked at his mother.

"I get the feeling you want something." She smiled, turning her body on the table so she was laying lengthwise across the edge. Her mouth was now the closest thing to him as she looked up at her son. Playfully she let her head lay back, hair spread out behind her as she looked up and waited.

Andrew fumbled with his belt and pants, ripping them off as fast as he could so his dick could get sucked by his mother. Before she could blink his hardened rod had slapped her across the cheek, his hips toying with the motions he wanted her to emulate with her mouth. He brought his ballsack to her mouth, Amber kissing it with affection. It was amazing how full he felt already, she had sucked him dry not but a few hours ago. Already he seemed backed up.

Having done all the work last time, and knowing he was going to be frustrated regardless, Amber didn't make the first move. As a bit of adventure she simply

opened her mouth, inviting him in and relaxing herself to let him control the motion. Andrew needed little in the way of hints. His hips pulled back to let his cock run across her cheek and naturally fall in line with her lips. His mushroom tip tugged at her smile some.

"Be gentle." Amber took a deep breath in as her son slipped his cock into her mouth. By the look of his expression, it was all he could do to not aggressively face fuck her. But showing some casual restraint he simply brought his tip to the back of her throat, watching his mother's expression the whole time. There was no wince or gag as he held himself there, her eyes only looking up lovingly. Andrew took this as permission to take it a step further.

Taking his hips back, his hand slipped behind his mother's head and grasped at the hair near the top of her neck. He then slammed himself forward, yielding a small gag from the mature woman before rolling back and repeating the process. Amber herself was holding back any sign of discomfort with the act. She remembered priding herself on how easily she could deepthroat a cock back in her day. For the sake of her son, she wanted to get back to that. Her eyes twitched every so often as he slid his cock up and down her throat, but she maintained composure.

"Oh god..." he continued to roll his hips back and forth. He progressively thrust faster as the feeling intensified, Amber slowly lost the ability to take his eagerness. Further, Amber was feeling some of her own desire rise, letting her hand slip between her legs and rub her soaked cunt as aggressively as her son's member slid through her lips.

Progressively the pair would exchange groans, both as Andrew's head hit the back of his mother's throat and further as Amber rubbed her clit to his motions. Handfuls of her breasts were being eagerly squeezed by the boy as he played with her underneath him, looking at his submissive mother spread out on the table taking his manhood by the mouth.

Yet the most sensual part of the experience was the fact they never broke their passionate eye contact. For a few seconds, they may feast on the sight of one another's flesh, but they would quickly return to staring deep into the other's eyes.

After some time of allowing her son to play, Amber pushed back on Andrew's upper leg with her hand, asking for relief. Her son, while reluctant, gave it a few more greedy thrusts before relieving her mouth off him.

Amber once empty took some long panting breaths, drool falling out of her mouth. They both needed a second to keep up with their own pace. Staring up at her son she wiped her face and smiled. Andrew soon tried to bring his cock back into his mother's mouth, holding it by the shaft and pressing it against her closed lips, and rubbing it eagerly along her face. But she remained tight-lipped, swatting his cock away as she turned her body on the table so her pussy was once again on the edge.

"Mom!" She frustratedly begged as he held his pleading cock.

"You're close aren't you?" She looked at him sternly, his member rock hard and throbbing.

"Yeah so?" He fumbled with the elastic band that ran between her garter and stockings while placing himself between her thighs. Assertively he lined himself up with her cunt.

Amber soon placed a hand over her wet sex, her eyes looking to Andrew with a certain strictness only a mother could have.

"Remember sex isn't all about you. It's about the girl too..." she felt the weight of his cock as he lay it on the hand that protected her sex. Biting her lower lip she tried to exhibit some self-control, this was about a lesson for Andrew, not just the sex. She needed to make sure he understood, no matter how much she desired him to fill her with his magnificent cock.

"Yeah yeah..." Andrew rolled his eyes, pointedly slapping his cock against the top of her hand. There was so much sexual frustration and energy bound up in him. She wondered if he had the self-control to do this, or if he needed to let off all these years of pent-up steam.

"Your job is to make me cum..." her hand shifted to the side, revealing a blushing wet shaven cunt Andrew had minutes ago buried his face in. "Show momma how good you can make me feel... I deserve that... right?" She gave him a pouty face and lay her head back. Her hand left her cunt and legs spread open, it was all up to Andrew now.

The son paused for a long moment, staring into the folds between his mother's thighs. Amber wondered if it was clicking for him if her maternal pressure was getting to him somehow.

"Ok." He simply put it. Grabbing Amber's hip he lined himself up with her vagina and spread her lips with his tip. Slowly and patiently, his rod spread her sex as it fed through her juicy hole. Their fluids were so slick that it was almost effortless, though Amber could feel the pressure of how thick he was as he entered. After his length had been fed into her, Andrew listened to the slow whine of his mother. Then with learned patience slowly pulled his hips back and gave her a series of gentle, calculated thrusts.

It was a far cry from their first two encounters. Andrew had fucked her like a rabbit, purely off the feeling he felt. She vividly remembered his eyes glossed over in those moments. There was no stopping his carnal energy back then. Now each move he made he put thought behind. His eyes watched her reactions as he slid in and out. He pushed himself curiously against the right or left of her passage, depending on what gave him the better reaction. For her son to come to this point in just a day was a credit to his maturity, or her motherly skills. Amber liked to think it was the latter.

Amber smiled and nodded at him as she let out a long stretch of air. His bulbous tip would glide right across her g-spot when he moved his hips a certain way. She tried to encourage him non-verbally, but her frustrations built when he missed it in his next thrust. Soon he would come back to it and she knew she had to take a more direct approach.

"Right there... ohhhhh." She grabbed his arm that sat on her hip as his cock passed her pleasure zone.

"Right there?!" Andrew wasn't even sure what she meant, but he tried to hit the same spot again.

"Mmmhmmm..." She whined eyes clenched shut as she felt him glide through her ever so softly.

"Girls... ahhhh... like rhythm... consistency..."

Andrew obliged, his thrusts a little eager, but he managed to hit her spot over and over for a few long moments.

"Gahhh..." He exclaimed, almost in sync with his own mother's moans. It was so painful to hold back, but the sober part of Andrew wanted to make this good for his mother as well.

"Ohhh ohhhh ohhh yes sweetie." Amber was beginning to warm. Andrew felt a funny tightness in his cock, like there was a buildup of his own, yet it was so sudden and warm he couldn't understand it.

"Like this mom? Like this?" He slid in a little faster now, grinding his cock against that spot. It was a bit tiring, his arms getting shakey as he did it, but he resolved himself to make her proud of how he fucked her.

"Sl- sloo - slow..." she could barely form the words. Her passage was closing in on him. Tightening around his cock. Andrew was fearful he would bust his load into her prematurely. He did everything to concentrate on not doing it. Somehow this slow gentle sex was just as intoxicating as the rough and more aggressive fucking they had partaken in before.

Both simply moaned and grunted for the next long moments of their time together. Andrew painfully held himself back from cumming while Amber felt her essence blossom around her son's rod. It was slow, but passionate as their bodies came together with soft wet smacks. Each thrust could be heard as they sang to each other with sexual noises.

It was at the last moment Andrew felt he could hold himself back that his mother opened her glistening eyes and looked deep into his soul.

"Andrew..." her sweet lips sang his name as her whole body jittered with her cumming. Around his cock her mature pussy worked its orgasm tightly, and as if he was relieved of a long arduous duty his orgasm spewed forth, both mother and son sharing their climax as she hardly could form words to describe the moment. Each constriction of her cunt made another rope of his cum fill her.

The pair stayed this way for what felt like an eternity until the very last rumblings of their orgasm finished. Amber had come back to her senses as her son still filled her with seed. She watched his face twitch as each splash of warm fluid hit her womb.

"Sweetie...." She reached up to him, grabbing his cheek as his last throbs receded.

"That was amazing..." she took a long breath as she sat up. Andrew had almost fallen back as he left her, his legs buckling. Finding the counter not far behind him he propped himself up against it, looking at the cum spewing from his mother's slit at the edge of the kitchen table.

"It was...?" He was clearly in a daze. Light headed from their long sensual moment. Outside the window, the sun was now setting in a beautiful color. They must have been at this for quite some time.

"It was the best..." Amber slid off the table, making sure she had her footing before sauntering over to press her body against Andrew. Both of them locked lips and savored each other against the counter. The passion between them was growing more and more. These lessons the mother was giving to her son were creating a peculiar bond between them that neither fully understood. Both were afraid to some extent, but the passion they held outweighed it. Amber felt her breasts and stomach pressing against him, his cock squeezed against her abdomen as she wrapped her arms around his neck and made out with him.

The cum running down her leg hardly bothered her as they stood intertwined. All she wanted to do was savor this closeness, not with her son but with a man. Was she wrong for that? Even she didn't know.

Her lips left him and traveled to his neck. There she sucked at his flesh like a whore, knowing she wanted more and more of this, all under the guise of a mother's love.

"I love you," Andrew said those three words in a way that he never had before.

And all Amber could do was fall to her knees, take his spent cock in her hand and stare back up at him.

"I love you too." All regret she ever felt melted away.

She slid it down her throat, repeating the process over and over again. Both reaffirmed their love a half dozen times that night.​