Incest/Taboo My Dates with Mom

"C'mon lad, fuck me hard... yeah that's it, fuckin give Laura everything you've got... slap my arse hard!" She kept on muttering these abusive undertones, separating herself from her true personality, like she was creating a divide between who she really was and how she was acting.

I continued until I could feel Mom quiver as the rush of pleasure flowed through her body a short time later, starting from the tips of her toes and ending with a stifled cry as her pleasure increased. Her rapid breathing likely coinciding with her heart racing as goose bumps appeared on her arms.

As the wave of ecstasy washed over her, she let out a guttural moan, her body arching in pure bliss, completely lost in the throes of passion, surrendering herself to the overwhelming pleasure that consumed her.

I could feel the stiffness leave her body as she came down from her orgasm, slowing my thrusts until I was fully stopped. Backing up slightly, there was an audible POP as I removed my cock from her. She collapsed onto the bed, and I turned, shuffling around until I was seated on the edge of the bed. My cock was blazing red from the friction, still fully engorged.

Mom turned her head on the pillow and spoke to my back, "Oh Baby that was fantastic! You feel incredible when you're inside me... but you didn't cum did you?"

"No," I mumbled in response.

She rose up on one elbow, "Is everything alright?"

I paused to measure my response, "No... not really... I didn't like what we did."

"What do you mean?" she asked, "it sounded like you were enjoying yourself; it felt like you were enjoying yourself."

"No Mom! You were enjoying yourself! It doesn't matter to you that you play out Laura, but it does to me! I wanted to make love to my mother... I wanted sex with you to be tender, and slow, and loving... I love my mother and so dearly wanted to feel as close and as loved by her as I possibly could... and I got an aggressive fuck by Laura."

She said nothing as her face softened, conflicted.

"I'm sorry Mom, but I don't wish to do this again... not in this way."

I was flaccid again when I rose, lent over my mother and kissed her softly on her forehead, noticing that tears had welled up in her eyes as I turned and left the room. I did not look back but softly closed the door and went back to my own room.

I didn't get to see Mom the next morning as I was up early and went off for a run. By the time I'd returned she had left for the school run and then was going to the airport to pick up Dad from his overnight flight and early arrival.

Just before lunchtime they arrived back home. Dad coming in first he dropped his bag when he saw me and we embraced. Looking over his shoulder I saw Mom enter. Walking tentatively into the room she gave me a sad smile. I don't know what excuse she gave Dad for the way she was walking but I knew it was likely from the pounding I gave her last night.

"Well you boys enjoy yourselves," she said, "I'm off to the pharmacy and then grocery store, be back in a couple of hours."

"Everything okay Hon?" Dad asked.

Mom turned and walked back to Dad, standing on tip toes she gave him a light peck on the lips, "Everything is great now you're home Sammy. I've just got an upset stomach... probably from something Tony has given me," looking directly at me, then to deflect, "he made us pizza last night... I probably ate too much it was sooo delish."

"Well I'd better unpack," Dad said then headed upstairs to his bedroom.

I turned and Mom was standing beside me, "I hope your room has aired out well today Mom... we wouldn't want Dad to..."

"Ssshhhhhh," she interrupted, "I've taken steps to clean up."

Mom reached out and lightly stroked my arm, her head tilted to one side as she did so, "I'm sorry about last night Baby," she whispered, "I'm sorry you saw that side of me and didn't like it."

"It's not that I didn't like it Mom... you know that I did, and... in different circumstances I would relish you being that wild... and worse... It's just that... well, last night I wanted to love you... I wanted to make love to you... I didn't want Laura!"

"Laura's gone Baby, she left right after you did!" Before I could respond further Mom picked up the car keys and was out the door.

When Dad came back down he suggested that we go to the local bar for a couple of drinks while Mom was shopping. We ordered a couple of beers then took a table to one side where he told me all about his trip and the work he is involved in.

I lied to him about what I had done while he was away; embellishing my story to look like I'd had a fantastic holiday with some friends.

Finally he asked, "Has you Mom been okay Tony? She seemed a bit distracted when she picked me up and on the journey home."

I just looked at him, not knowing what to say or how to react. I could feel my face getting flushed.

"Aghh, yeah. I think so Dad. She did say she was a bit unwell so maybe that's it."

Then as an idea struck me, I continued, "You know Dad, earlier in the week Mom told me all about the dates you and her used to go on... how she loved them so much and how they set up your life together. But she also said that you don't do anything like that now."

"Well that is true son, we did have some grand times before you kids come along... not that we'd change anything of course."

"I know that Dad, but why don't you take Mom out on a date tomorrow? Get all dressed up and hit the town, a nice meal and dancing... you know, just the two of you. I can look after the twins so, if you want, you can stay out all night."

I could see Dad mulling over my suggestion. "You know," he said, "I think you could be right there. It's been a long time since we enjoyed some alone time together. I think your mom will love that. Okay, drink up son, I wanna head home and book a restaurant and perhaps a hotel before your mom gets home, he he."

"You go ahead Dad. I'm going to stay here and have a few more. I might give some of the old gang a call and see if there up for a night of it."

Okay then, well I'll be off... and, thanks for the suggestion son."

As he left I yelled to him, "I probably won't be home for dinner either Dad so let Mom know."

I did stay and a couple of the old gang did turn up with their girls. It was a great night with a bit of food, lots of reminiscing and even more drinking. It was sometime after 2.00am that one of the girls dropped me back home, where I managed to stagger in through the rear door and up to my room. Too drunk to get undressed I just kicked my shoes off and collapsed onto the bed.

Sometime during the night I drifted back from my deep sleep hearing someone enter my room. My bed dipped to one side as they sat down. I knew immediately that it was Mom checking on me as all good mothers would.

"I love you Mom," I mumbled.

"Here, let's get you out of these stinking clothes and properly into bed," she said as she started to unbutton my shirt, "C'mon, lift yourself up."

Pushing myself up, my eyes still firmly closed, I felt her awkwardly remove my shirt with very little help from me, probably more of a hindrance. When I lay back down she started to unbuckle my belt and zip fly, then grabbed both legs of the pants at the ankle and started to pull.

"Lift ya butt Tony, I can't get these off without a little help."

I did as she asked and they slid easily off. She threw them onto the floor then removed each sock from my feet while she was down that way.

"How about we get your underwear off as well then I can get it all in the wash?" she suggested.

Grabbing the elastic waist she pulled gently top and bottom, coaxing them slowly off my torso, down my leg and onto the floor.

Once I was completely naked I felt Mom sit on the side of my bed once again. Her hand ran in circles around my chest and stomach.

"Your Dad told me what you did, what you suggested to him. That's very unselfish of you given... well you know. I'm sorry I let you down last night Tony. I just couldn't bring myself to cross that line. I still love your father and to cheat... Oh god, I'm just so conflicted Baby... but please believe this, I love you so very very much, and nothing will change that."

She ran her hand down onto my crotch and lightly grasped my flaccid cock, feeling its weight as she stroked it a couple of times. The bed moved as she got up and noiselessly closed the door on her way out.

It was around lunch time when I woke to the sound of arguing. It was Mom and Dad, they never argued. Quickly dressing myself I stumbled down the stairs, physically holding my head on my shoulders due to the throbbing of my hangover.

"Oi, Oi, Oi," I wailed hoarsely as I entered the kitchen, "Can ya keep it down? Some of us are tryin' to die quietly. What's goin' on here anyway?"

"Why don't you ask you father? I'm going upstairs to pack," Mom spat as she high-tailed it out the door.

I looked at Dad. He sighed.

"It's like this son. I took your suggestion and made a dinner reservation in town at the Le Grande Cabaret and Restaurant, you know how hard that is to get into but I managed to jag two tickets... then booked a Superior Room at the Hilton across the road."

Well that all sounds fantastic Dad, I bet Mom will love it!"

"Yeah, she did... that was until an hour ago when I got a call from the boss. He's told me that I have to submit my quote on the this project by Tuesday next week at the latest as they want to get the contract advertised and completed this tax year. I now have to work all weekend and probably most nights to get it done. I told your mother that we can't go out tonight and she's really pissed! She said, 'Well you might not be able to go but I'm bloody well going' and she's gone off to pack as you know."

We didn't say much more. It didn't appear as if there was any coming back from that one. Dad headed into his office to start his work, I guessed, and I went back to my room.

About 20 minutes later I could hear voices once again coming from my parent room, then there was a knock at my door. It was Dad.

"I know you only have a few days left before you jet out to New York then back to Oz, but could you do me a favour Son?" he asked.

"Sure Dad, what is it."

"Can you go with your mother tonight? She is so pissed at me that I'm afraid she may be distracted while driving or have an accident on the way. Anyway, everything is paid for and I can spring for the drinks tonight as well, if you would just accompany your mother I would feel a lot better."

"I'm probably still not capable of driving myself Dad; I did have a big one myself... and what about the twins? And what would Mom think about me going as her chaperone?"

"Your mother can still drive Tony, you just keep her from being distracted is all... and as for the twins, well I can look after them for a short time before they are in bed anyway. Your mother is okay with you going, her response was, 'Well, at least I'll be with someone who loves me enough to take me out.' If you do this I think it might help me out of trouble with your Mom... and the boss. Wadda ya say Son, will you do it?"

"If you can delay Mom for about 30 minutes, then it'll give me time to have a shower and get a couple of things together in an overnight bag."

He pulled me to him in a huge hug, "Thanks Son, I'll go hide the car keys!"

Twenty nine minutes later I descended the stairs with a suit bag and small overnight case in hand and met the whole family in the lounge room.

"All set Tony?" Mom said briskly. I nodded. "Well let's get going then." and with that Mom knelt down beside the twins and gave them an extra special hug and kiss, telling them she'll be just gone overnight and to be good for their father. She did not acknowledge Dad as she turned and headed out to the garage.

I looked at Dad, shrugged, and shook his hand.

"Thanks Son, I'm indebted to you... have a great time... if your Mom will let you that is."

"I will... I'm sure by tomorrow everything will be back to normal. Bye girls," I waved before following Mom out to her Honda.

Mom was seated and ready to go. As soon as I had hung up my suit bag and my arse hit the passenger's seat, she reversed out of the drive and peeled off down the street.

"Mom be careful," I admonished her, "there are other kids in the neighbourhood you know!"

Without speaking she immediately backed off the accelerator and settled into a more sedate drive.

We hardly spoke during the two hour drive to the hotel. When we started I could see that Mom was still seething so I just decided to give her some space and catch-up on my sleep.

"Hey you! Wake up!"

I jumped at Mom's words and looked around. We were parked in the hotels portico. I had slept virtually the entire journey.

Making our way toward the hotels reception area Mom said she would handle the registration as Dad had given her all the details. However when she got there she was informed that Dad had contacted the hotel and arranged for the room to be changed and we now had two adjoining studio rooms with a queen bed in each.

"Can you arrange to take my luggage up Tony?" Mom said after we checked-in, "I'm heading out so your father can buy me a new dress for tonight. He just doesn't know it yet!"

I took all the luggage and checked into my room, which was pleasant enough, unlocking the adjoining door as I looked around. Mom's was locked. I left mine open so she could collect her luggage when she got back, then headed out for some sightseeing.

I arrived back around 5pm and noticed that Mom's bags were no longer there. I knocked on her adjoining door then tried the handle. It was still locked. Suddenly click the door opened and Mom poked her head around its edge.

"Hi there," Mom said, "I'm just having a lay down before my date tonight." Her mood had obviously changed as she had a happy lilt to her voice.

"Your date?" I queried.

"Yes, my loving son is taking me out to dinner and dancing tonight. Reservations are for 7.30pm so I expect he will pick me up at exactly 7.25pm given that it's only across the road." She then closed the door in my face. The lock snipped.

I had to wait for two hours so decided to call Dad and give him an update. He was happy that I called and that we had arrived safely. I fibbed a bit and told him that Mom seemed to be almost back to her old self. He was feeling guilty about letting her down and asked me again to make sure she has a good time.

At 7.24pm I left my room, walked down the corridor and knocked on Mom's door. All spruced up, showered, shaved with subtle cologne, wearing nice dark blue dress trousers with a dusty pink open neck shirt and a light blue sports jacket, it was the best evening dress I could muster given I was on holiday.

The door opened and Mom stood there. My mouth dropped. She looked amazing. I was speechless.

"Good reaction young man!" was all she said.

With meticulous attention to detail, she had transformed herself into a vision of beauty. Her captivating eyes were enhanced with just the right touch of makeup, emphasising their natural allure. A bold choice of bright red lipstick adorned her lips, mirroring the vibrant hue of her recently acquired dress. The gown itself was a showstopper, a full-length creation that exuded elegance. Its deep cleavage revealed a generous glimpse of her creamy breasts, held in place by slender spaghetti straps. The dress's most striking feature was a long slit that gracefully ascended one side, adding an element of drama to her ensemble. As she stood there, her right leg emerged from the slit, encased in sheer stockings that added a touch of allure. And to complete her look, she opted for practical yet stylish black leather dancing shoes, secured with a delicate ankle strap.

"Mom you look so beautiful. I'm at a loss for words."

She was pleased with the impression she made, "An even better reaction young man. Let's get going," and with that she set off toward the lifts at a slow pace, her hips swinging seductively from side to side.

As I stepped out of the elevator, I confidently walked up to Mom and linked her arm with mine.

"Tonight I want everyone to see that you are my companion, just in case your stunning beauty catches the eye of any unwanted admirers," I said, trying to protect her.

To my surprise, she responded with a hint of mischief in her voice, "Maybe that's exactly what I want tonight, Son. After all, your father couldn't be here to take me out, so perhaps there's someone else out there who will."

Deep down, I knew she didn't truly mean it. However, I could sense her pain resurfacing because my father wasn't by her side. It was a bittersweet reminder of the void he left tonight, and I couldn't help but empathise with her.

We arrived at the restaurant right on schedule and were promptly escorted to our designated table. It was situated in a slightly secluded area, elevated with comfortable booth seating. The ambiance was enhanced by soft mood lighting, creating a cosy atmosphere. What made our table even more special was the breathtaking view it offered, overlooking the lively dance floor.

As we settled in, I stood by my mother's side, gently holding her hand as she gracefully took her seat. Her elegant dress caught my attention, revealing a glimpse of her flawless right leg adorned with sheer thigh-high stockings. Taking a moment to adjust herself, I called over a waiter and ordered two glasses of Prosecco. With the drinks on their way, I circled around the table and slipped into the empty seat next to her.

I leant into her shoulder and whispered, "I know that I'm not Dad, and that's who you really want to be here with you Mom, but maybe we can still have a good time eh?"

She looked at me, her face softening, "I'm sorry Baby, I'm just being bitchy and it's not your fault... of course we'll have a good time... and if you find me getting subdued again, give me a good telling off would you?"

As Mom was finishing, the drinks waiter arrived, "Here's to a fun night - cheers!!" I toasted, then "Would it be easier for you tonight if you thought of me as your husband Mom," I offered, "and not your son?"

Stifling a slight smile she replied, "No, that will not do," she emphasised, "I want to think of you as only my son tonight Tony... I'm out on a date with my very loving, handsome, thoughtful, sexy, son!"

"No Laura tonight?" I questioned.

"After last night, definitely... categorically... No Laura!"

"Ok, how about we order our meal and a bottle of wine before hitting the dance floor ourselves?" I said signalling to the wait staff at the same time.

After ordering we fell into light hearted fun loving conversation that flowed easily between us. I could see that Mom was finally getting back to her old self as the banter and laughter increased. Before we knew it, a bottle of white had disappeared and we ordered a bottle of Merlot to have with our main meal.

"I don't want to drink too much more tonight Tony," Mom said at one point, "I want to be sober enough to remember the night but still drunk enough to enjoy it!"

Between the main meal and desert we had our first dance of the evening. Being the true gentleman I left my seat and approached Mom, "Excuse me m'lady," I spoke in a very poor English accent, "Would you honour me with this dance?"

"Yes I would," she responded, then jokingly, "but let's be quick before my husband gets back young lad."

Still laughing we entered the dance floor to a lively fox trot followed by a traditional waltz. I pulled Mom in close as my arm extended around her waist. Gliding around the room we were completely in sync with each other. As we swayed to the music, I couldn't help but feel intoxicated by her presence. Her graceful movements and close proximity sent shivers down my spine, igniting a deep desire I've never felt before.

I felt a surge of desire and wanted to make sure Mom knew she had stirred something within me with her sensuality. I drew her near, pressing my right leg between hers, feeling the friction of my arousal against her left thigh as we swayed together. Mom didn't retreat but seemed to relish the intimacy, a faint smile playing at the corner of her lips. Gradually, I let my right hand glide lower down her back with each turn, until I found myself gently caressing the curve of her buttocks in time with the music.

Mom looked radiant as she swirled with each turn, eyes sparkling and a giggle in her voice. I lost myself to the moment and said, "You are just so beautiful Mom, I love you so very much."

Mom broke away from me at that comment, walking off the floor and sitting back down at the table. Following her I asked, "Is everything okay Mom? I haven't upset you have I?"

"No Baby, everything is perfect. I'm just so lucky to have a son like you."

The rest of the evening followed a similar pattern; eating, drinking, and then dancing, until around 12.30am the band shut down and it was time to leave.

Mom and I walked back across the road to the hotel, arm in arm, a little tipsy and a lot silly. I tried to convince Mom to have a nightcap at the hotel bar but she insisted that she wanted to go to her room.

Arriving at her door it became a bit awkward when it was time to say goodnight. I took the key from her and unlocked the door, allowing it to swing back so she could step into it.

Looking up and down the hallway she said, "Thank you so much for a fantastic date night honey," then kissed me lightly on the cheek and backed through the door, "I'll see you about 10am in the morning."

As she closed the door in my face I was feeling dumbfounded by her actions. I didn't know what I expected to happen but that was not it.

Unlocking my own door I stepped into the room only to find Mom standing there. She had come through the adjoining doorway. I approached and took her into my arms. She whispered into my ear, "I had to say a formal goodnight to you out there Honey, but I've been wet for you since our first dance... I want you to stay the night with me."

"Mom," I said, "I don't want Laura again..."

"Hush darling," she whispered, "tonight it's just us, there is no Laura, there is no Sam. I want to show you love in a special way, the way you've always desired."

"But, you always said we couldn't be like this. What's different now?" I asked, puzzled.

"I don't have all the answers darling. All I know is that right now, I want to express my love for you intimately. I want to make love with my beautiful son tonight."

Our lips met with a fierce urgency, conveying the depth of our yearning for one another as we held each other close in a tight embrace. The intensity of our passion only continued to grow, fuelling a fiery desire that seemed to consume us both.

As we slowly began to undress each other, a sense of vulnerability and intimacy enveloped us. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation as I gently slid the spaghetti straps off her shoulders, my lips grazing her neck and ears with each movement. The dress slipped effortlessly from her body, pooling at her feet, leaving her standing before me in nothing but her lingerie.

With the urgency of her desire, my mother's hands fumbled with the buttons on my shirt. She wasted no time in pulling it down my arms, tossing it onto the bed without a second glance.

As I kicked off my own shoes, I found myself kneeling before my mother. I carefully removed each ankle strap and shoe from her feet, savouring the intimacy. The air was thick with desire as I grabbed her waist, pulling her closer to me. In that moment, I couldn't resist the temptation to bury my face in her crotch, my lips teasing against the fabric of her panties, the nylon of her stocking smooth against my skin. The scent of her arousal filled my senses, causing a small gasp to escape my lips, further fuelling the fire between us.

As I kissed and licked my way up her body, I explored every inch of her skin, revelling in the sensation of closeness and the undeniable bond that existed between us. The room seemed to fade away as we lost ourselves in the moment, the only sounds being the rhythmic pattern of our breaths and the soft murmurs of affection that passed between us as we continued to kiss sensually. The vulnerability we felt only intensified the connection between us, as if every touch and caress ignited a flame of longing within our souls.

Mom broke away eventually, breathing hard she says, "Come with me Tony, come into my room... into my bed."

Despite the obvious desire we both felt, I looked at her questioningly.

"I know this goes against everything I've said recently, and continually reinforced, about my loyalty and love of your father. But tonight I want to make love with you son; I want to make love to my baby boy. I'm giving myself to you tonight Tony, totally and completely."

She squealed and giggled as I moved forward and picked her up in my arms. Carrying her through the adjoining doorway like a husband carries his new bride. We move into the room next door, each knowing what is to occur, each knowing what they are about to do is taboo, each knowing that their desire for each other is to be satisfied.

I placed Mom on the bed then stepped back, slowly unbuckling my belt. Releasing the button I push my trousers from my hips, followed closely by my underwear and socks. I stand before my mother, completely naked and aroused. My cock ramrod straight as it points aggressively toward her.

"My god you are magnificent Tony. I'm so lucky to have this intimacy with you before some other lucky woman claims you for themselves."

"There is no other woman Mom... I have no need for any other woman when I have you... you fulfil every one of my desires."

"I won't always do that son. I'm realistic enough to know that this may be a passing fad and you may tire of me eventually, or the passage of time will sooner or later catch-up with my body and I can no longer fulfil those desires you speak of."

Stepping forward to join her on the bed, I say, "Let's not speak of those things Mom; let us just enjoy each other for the now."

I lie down next to her, gently running my fingers along her stomach, arms, and chest. Moving in closer, I softly kiss her lips, deepening the connection between us and erasing any doubts about what lies ahead.

Reaching behind her, I unhook her bra with one hand and slide it off, allowing my hands to return to her breasts. I massage them, tweaking each nipple and feeling the weight of time and experience in their softness, appreciating the beauty that comes with age. As she relaxes on her back, her breasts settle naturally to the sides, a testament to the ravages of motherhood.

We savour the moment, indulging in gentle licks and tender kisses as we continue to discover every inch of each other's face, lips, and neck. Slowly, I trail my lips down to the elongated nipple on each of her sagging breasts, taking my time to sensually suckle on them while Mom's delicate fingers glide through my hair.

"Oh, Baby, that feels absolutely amazing, but I'm so sensitive there," Mom pleads, her breath becoming more rapid, "If you keep doing that, I won't be able to hold back."

With each passing moment, we lose ourselves in the pleasure, cherishing every touch and caress. I continue to lavish attention on her breasts, exploring the intricacies of her areola and nipples, fully aware of the intense desire it brings her.

As her pleasure intensifies, her moans grow louder and her body moves in a more enticing manner. With her pelvis gyrating, she signals that her orgasm is nearing. While my focus remains on her breasts, I gently glide my right hand down her stomach, slipping it beneath the edge of her panties. My fingers delicately explore, seeking the entrance between her labia. Finally, I make intimate contact, tracing the length of her labia with my finger, delving into the passionate depths of her warm and inviting pussy.

Suddenly Mom embraces me fiercely as her thighs grasp my hand like a vice. "Oh fuck!... Oh fuck!... Oh fuck!..." she cried, overwhelmed by the intensity of her orgasm as I feel the intense heat from her sticky fluid as it floods her canal.

When I feel her start to relax I remove my hand from her vagina and move to the end of the bed. "Oh Baby come back here," Mom says, "that was wonderful... I've not cum just from touching like that in a long long time."

I say nothing but lean over and grasp the top of her panties, sliding them over her nylon thigh highs and discarding them beside the bed.

I take a moment to run my hands along the length of her legs, feeling the smoothness of her stockings, before gently coaxing her to open her thighs for me. Mom offered no resistance but willingly bent her legs at the knees and opened herself fully to me. The smell of her sex was almost overpowering with its sweetness, her pubic hair glistening with the evidence of her recent orgasm, a visual reminder of the pleasure she has experienced.

I carefully examine her vulva, taking my time to observe every detail. Despite her neatly trimmed pubic hair, I notice a few scattered silver streaks starting to appear. Her inner labia are tucked inside giving her pubic region a smooth and flawless appearance with the clitoris protected by a small cap adding to the uniqueness of her anatomy.

"Oh Baby please come back here, I don't know if I can take any more at the moment," Mom pleads.

"I'm just going to taste you Mom; I want to experience all of you."

I stick out my tongue and start exploring her labia. She jumps at my first touch, and then starts moaning as I continue to explore her folds, licking up her juices, kissing and sucking her clitoris at the same time.

Once again Mom begs me to stop, her writhing strengthens, making it difficult for me to continue. I slide up her body until we are face to face once more. She kisses me deeply. "Thank you Baby, you make me feel so wonderful, so loved."

"I want you Mom," I say, "I want you to want me as your lover, to put me back from where I came."

Her beautiful green eyes glistened with tears as she stood at the crossroads of a life-changing decision. The gravity of the situation was evident in the way her emotions played out on her face. It was a moment of truth, a defining moment that would alter the course of her life forever.

"I want you too son," she admits, "I don't know what you see in me that you find so desirable, but I do want to make love with you also." In that split second, she made a choice that would have far-reaching consequences. The confession hung in the air, heavy with the weight of betrayal and desire, marking the beginning of a tumultuous journey filled with guilt, passion, and consequences.

With some difficulty she reaches between us and takes hold of my hard cock, bending in downwards to find her entrance. As I feel the head of my cock engage her vagina Mom says, "Please go easy Baby, I'm still a little sore after Laura's escapades."

I lift myself onto my hands and look down in awe as I witness the mesmerizing sight of my hard cock entering my mother's cunt. Assisting my journey with a gentle rocking motion, I gradually penetrate deeper and deeper, savouring every moment. The sound of my mother's breath transforms from quick gasps to prolonged moans, indicating her pleasure. Finally, I achieve full penetration, and the intense heat emanating from my mother's depths engulfs my entire being, igniting a fiery sensation on my skin.

Moving between my mother's silky thighs, I engage her in a slow and passionate kiss. As our lips remain locked, I can sense her pelvis responding to my movements. Her thighs grip me tightly, pressing against my ribs as she locks her ankles together, while her fingers dig into my back, leaving a mark of our passionate connection.

Our pace intensifies, and I can't help but notice the primal sound of satisfaction escaping my mother's lips as I grunt with the force of our lovemaking. It doesn't take long for the familiar sensations of climax to build up deep within my core. I know that the pinnacle of pleasure is just moments away. Reluctantly breaking our passionate kiss, I prepare myself for the impending release. I feel my mother moving beneath me again and again, my grateful flesh absorbing the rocking motion that unleashes my primal need. I felt the sperm surge up my shaft and then that sacred triumphant moment: the ejection of my seed into my mother's womb.

"Ohhhh Farrrrrk," I shriek at my initial release, forcefully holding myself inside my mother for a few extra seconds, before continuing to pull out and reinsert my cock harder with each string of cum I eject into her.

Finally, I collapse gently onto my mother, feeling the weight of our bodies pressing against each other. We lay there, our limbs entwined, still tingling from the intense pleasure we just experienced. Looking into each other's eyes, a mixture of contentment and desire fills the air. It's a moment of pure bliss, where time seems to stand still. The afterglow washes over me, bringing forth a surge of emotions. I can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of satisfaction, knowing that I have shared something truly extraordinary with the woman I love. It's a feeling of closeness and vulnerability that I have never felt before, and it's both exhilarating and comforting at the same time.

Softly, I utter the words, "Oh Mom, I love you so much." The depth of my love for her is beyond measure, and in this moment, it feels like it has reached new heights. The love and passion we just experienced together surpass anything I have ever felt with anyone else. I then ask, "Are you okay?"

Mom pulled me tightly into a hard embrace, "I've had a rush of emotions Baby - it was a mix of passion, tenderness, and longing... you gave me total fulfilment, I feel completely satiated and worn out."

We both knew that what we shared was more than just physical. It was a moment of true intimacy and connection that transcended the physical act of sex. They felt a bond that went beyond words, a silent understanding that spoke volumes. And as they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, they knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful journey together.

Mom and I never slept that night. We dozed in between our sensual love making sessions until it was time to leave the hotel and drive back to our reality.

After spending just a few more days at home, I left for my two-week trip to New York to complete my vacation before returning to work in Perth. During this time, my Mom and I indulged in our passionate desires whenever we could. It was as if a floodgate had opened once she fully embraced the forbidden nature of our relationship, but she had no qualms about it.

A week into my stay in New York, I was taken aback when I opened the door to my hotel room and found my Mom standing there. She had left the twins in the care of my Dad and decided to have a holiday of her own. Interestingly, she hadn't disclosed her destination to my father. During that week together, we explored our deepest desires, experimenting with various sexual positions, including anal. Unsurprisingly, even Laura paid an unexpected twist to our already unconventional situation.

After our holiday ended, life settled back into its usual routine for my Mom and me. She returned to my Dad and my sisters, while I headed back to my job in Australia. Before parting ways, my Mom made it clear to me that she still loves my Dad and plans to rekindle their sexual relationship once she's back. We also discussed how I should move forward and start looking for someone to build a future with.

Despite the distance, whenever my Dad was away, my Mom and I engaged in steamy video calls where we masturbated ourselves together. Due to the time zone difference, it was always late at night for her and early in the morning for me before heading to work. It was our way of staying connected and satisfying our desires while being apart.

Now, six months later I am standing at the arrivals hall at Perth International Airport. My mother and the twins are coming to visit. Well not visit really. They're coming to help me pack. I've decided to head home to live. That's where the woman I'm in love with lives.
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