Incest/Taboo My Hot Mom

That was the moment I resolved to start being a bit bolder. See, sure, I wanted to fuck my mother. I wanted her so badly I could taste it. I wanted her because she was beautiful, because I loved her, and because I wanted to make her feel good. I wanted to give her everything Dad couldn't or wouldn't. I wanted her for all of those reasons but, from that moment forward, I also wanted her because of Dad. I couldn't hit him without going to jail. I couldn't argue with him without being kicked out. He'd stop paying for my college for any of that, too. But there was one thing that I could do to get even with him, even if he didn't know I had done it, and that was to fuck his wife.

That evening, we all stayed up as usual. Mom, in her usual pink nightie, freshly washed, sat up with her legs crossed watching the news.

As usual, Dad went up to bed and Mom stayed up to watch Saturday Night Live. "Steve," she said. "Come sit over here."

I sat on the near spot on the couch. We watched and laughed together at the skits as they played out; well, a few of them. Not all the skits were winners. See, with it being summer, this episode was a rerun and many things about it had not aged well over the last few months. Finally, at one point, during a commercial, I noticed that she looked a little sad and I asked, "What's wrong?"

She shrugged.

I suggested, "Come here and let me rub your shoulders. You look tense."

Much to my delight, she smiled and nodded. She scooted to the middle seat, sitting on the edge, turned her back to me, and pulled her hair to one side.

I began gently kneading her shoulder muscles. She was tense.

"I'm so lucky to have such a good son," she told me. "You are the most considerate man I know and I'm going to cry when some little girl takes you away from me. Actually, I'm surprised one hasn't put her hooks into you yet. You are so nice and handsome."

I chuckled as I rubbed down to her shoulders, boldly scooting the spaghetti straps of her nightie off and down to her elbows. I said, "Girls my age don't want nice guys."

She nodded and said, "Well, you need to find someone more mature."

"Yeah," I told her. "I need to find someone like you."

She leaned back toward me and I went from rubbing her muscles to caressing her shoulders. Slowly, working back and forth, letting my hands roam, I rubbed her farther and farther from her shoulders. I rubbed down her back and then I pulled her back against my chest and caressed her upper chest.

"Mmm," Mom moaned. "Who taught you how to give such a good massage?"

I didn't say anything as I ventured farther and farther down. I then rubbed down her cleavage, pressing firmly as if I was only interested in massaging her.

"That feels nice," she confessed.

I caressed the tops of her breasts, the nightie riding low and exposing her tits. Then, on the tenth pass at caressing all around her upper chest, I swooped my fingers along the underside of her left breast, brushing the loosened top of her nightie down to her waist, and pressed my palm down onto her hard nipple.

"Whoa! What are you doing?" she asked with a gasp.

I gently kneaded and massaged her left tit and then cupped the other one in my other hand, kneading and caressing them in unison.

Without pushing herself away, she looked over her shoulder at me and said, "Steve, I'm your mother. I don't think you should be doing that."

I told her, "I'm just massaging you; trying to make you feel good. Do you want me to stop?"

She groaned, "My shoulders feel fine. What are you doing?"

I realized she had not asked me to stop. I caressed her tits, feeling the weight of each of them; the skin soft, the nipples hard against my hands. Then I rolled the nipples between my fingers. "Feel good?" I asked.

"Yes, but it's not right," she told me, though she moaned softly with pleasure. Still, she didn't pull away, letting me continue to caress her breasts.

With her head still turned like that, she just stared up into my face. Slowly, I leaned in and, when she didn't turn away, I kissed her. Her lips were soft but closed. I kissed her gently.

"Are you coming to bed?" Dad shouted from upstairs.

I reluctantly broke the kiss and looked toward the foyer to see if Dad was coming down the stairs.

"In a few minutes," Mom replied, pulling away from me and pulling her nightie back onto her shoulders. Then she looked at me and said, "Thank you for the massage. You're a good son."

Before I could reply, she was gone, heading upstairs to her bedroom where Dad waited. I was so turned on and excited. I smiled to myself that I had actually just held my mother's tits in my hands, as well as kissed her, and it had not destroyed our relationship. Well, it hadn't seemed to. I wondered how much farther she would let me go.

Well after midnight, SNL having long been off the air, I put in a pornographic DVD. I only had a few, since most of the stuff I watched was online. I found that I preferred a movie to have a story behind it. It made it more real for me. Maybe that had something to do with Mom and her movies with rich plots that made me that way.

This DVD had a lot of story. It was named Chameleons and was one of my favorites. It's a sort of sci-fi or fantasy movie from long ago, but very well done.

I changed out of my shorts and tee-shirt in favor of wearing only my robe. I also had a towel; just in case. Normally, I would masturbate to the movie and finish in the bathroom, but I knew I needed to be careful.

First, sitting in the middle section of the couch, I masturbated to the scene on the stairs; the first scene of the movie. I loved the scene itself and the woman, though I was put off by the man's poor acting; he liked to have his character giggle.

Then, I masturbated to the hot scene in the bathroom. I also loved the nightclub scene surrounding it; I always found it so interesting.

After that, there was some plot and dialog, so, as it happened, it was at that point, my cock soft again, when Mom appeared. She was still wearing her pink nightie and had just came up beside the couch, having come down the stairs without alerting me.

"Mom!" I exclaimed, pulling my robe to cover myself. She had certainly had time to examine my nude body and flaccid dick. If I had been bolder and less startled, I might have left my robe open.

She smiled at me, glanced at the TV, and grabbed the remote. As she turned up the volume and sat beside me, she asked, "Are you watching one of my shows? I came down to discuss what happened but, do you mind if I watch with you?"

"No, but-" I tried to explain.

"Oh, she's very pretty. I don't recognize her. What's her name?" she asked.

"Deidre Holland," I told her. "I don't think you'd know her."

"No, I don't think I do. When was this movie made?" she asked.

"1992," I explained "But-"

"Oh, well, that explains it. Wow, look how well produced this is! Oh, now, he's handsome. Wow," she said.

"He's Rocco," I told her. "He's a-"

As the camera panned down, she said, "She's going to go down on him."

"Yeah, I think you may-" I tried to tell her.

"His body is so muscular and, oh shit, look at that!" she gasped.

"Mom, you may not want to watch this," I told her.

"Look at the size of his cock! I didn't think they could show that! What channel is this on?" she asked.

"It's a DVD," I explained. "It's-"

"Oh, it's a pornographic movie," Mom said, the light dawning. "Well, it's very well produced," she said. Then she looked at me and said, "Oh, you were in here masturbating, weren't you?"

"I was-" I started to say but, this time, was glad when Mom cut me off, because I didn't know how I was going to end that sentence.

"Don't be ashamed. You're a grown man and, of course, you have needs. I understand that. I have needs too. I mean, you do whatever you want. After we kissed, you need to... um... I'm just going to pop off back upstairs like I was never here," she rambled, embarrassing herself.

Feeling that I maybe had the upper hand on her for once, and feeling emboldened by our prior encounter, I said, "Do you want to stay and watch it with me?"

She looked at the screen and said, "Wow, she's actually taking his big cock into her mouth isn't she!?! Um, well, yeah, I'd like to stay and watch. I mean, just to see how this scene turns out. I suppose that would be okay, wouldn't it?"

"Fine with me," I told her.

"Okay, well, you scoot down to that end of the couch and I'll stay right here, okay?" she offered. "We don't need a repeat of what happened earlier."

I replied, "Okay," before quickly moving to the other end of the couch, leaving the middle seat unoccupied. I didn't want her to leave or to put up extra barriers.

Content with that, Mom sat and began watching the movie. Her eyes were glued to the screen. "She can't take more than a third into her mouth, can she?"

"No," I agreed, my cock rising inside my robe as I glanced back and forth between the scene on the TV and Mom sitting on the other end of the couch. I could see her hard nipples denting the fabric of her pink nightie. I wanted to escalate but I didn't know how, so I just tried to relax and see what happened.

"Wow, look at her body," she complimented as Rocco took Deidre's clothes off. Then she laughed and said, "That's almost like one of my movies. He's down there eating her pussy, but we can't see anything."

"Yeah," I agreed. It was a strange turn of a scene in the movie, but I knew they'd get down to business soon, since I had watched it about a dozen times before. My cock was harder over watching Mom than the TV. The movie had gotten tamer with time considering the things they do on the internet now.

"This is so hot," she declared as she cupped her tits again through her nightie.

I was trying to think of what I could do that would push the limits but not scare Mom off. Finally, I thought that, since she knew I had been masturbating and had agreed to stay, then maybe, if I let my cock poke through my robe, letting her see it, I could always just apologize that it got away from me and she could really only blame herself.

Mom said, "Oh shit, look at that. He's rubbing his big cock on her ass. Wow. She's so slim. I don't know if she can take that." She watched the screen, spellbound.

I laid back a bit and watched Mom as the characters on the screen began fucking. My cock rose to attention and I let it part the folds of my robe and emerge into the light of the TV.

"Oh shit," she breathed, watching the characters on the screen start to fuck each other. "That's a lot fucking hotter than my movies!" She looked at me with a smile. Her smile transformed to a look of lust and she said, "Well, looks like you're enjoying it too."

"Sorry," I said, like I had planned to. I slowly grabbed my cock in my fist and complained, "It has a mind of its own."

She replied, "Don't be sorry. It's okay. Go ahead and masturbate. I'm the one intruding here."

"You're not intruding," I told her. As I began stroking my cock in front of her, pushing my robe aside so she could see the full size of it, I boldly said, "I like doing this in front of you."

"You do?" she asked.

I nodded. "You want to do it with me?" I asked her, throwing all caution to the wind.

"With you?" she asked.

"You can touch yourself if you want to. I don't mind," I explained.

"I-I don't know about that," she declared as the scene ended, and more plot began to be revealed. Mom, despite her words, sat back and watched more of the movie.

As we watched the movie together, sex scenes came and went. They didn't last long in this movie and I found Mom touching herself once or twice. As for me, I was turned on in spots by the movie but knowing my mother was watching me out of the corner of her eye kept me hard. I stroked my cock slowly all through the movie, letting her get a good look.

At one point, during a sex scene near the end of the movie, Mom told me, "I hope you realize that you have a really nice cock, Steve. You have really grown into a handsome man," she added with a smile.

"Thanks," I replied. I wanted to escalate things, but, again, I didn't know how. Grasping at straws I asked, "Nice? What do you like about it?"

"Well," she began, thinking about it for a second. "What's not to like? It's long and thick; bigger than your dad's. It's hard and straight. The head is pink and flairs just right. It's really amazing."

I smiled at that but found myself at a loss for words.

Before I could think of anything to say, the movie ended and Mom told me, "That was a good movie. The scenes were too short though for me to get off, but I got pretty creamy."

"I can put one in with longer scenes," I offered quickly standing up, my cock pulsing strongly, my robe wide open.

"I'd better get back to bed. You need some privacy so you can come," she told me as she stood up.

"You didn't come either," I told her.

She laughed nervously. "This isn't right."

"We're not even touching each other," I told her, feeling the moment slipping away.

"I know, but, looking at my body is one thing; this is something else," she told me. With that, she turned and headed up to bed before I could form another protest.

The next morning, I woke very late; in time for lunch, not breakfast. Dad was mowing the grass and Mom was working in her garden. I put on my tee-shirt and shorts, before going outside to help her plant her flowers.

"Good morning, Sweetheart," she told me with a smile.

"Good morning, Mom. Need some help?" I asked rhetorically.

"Sure, here" she said, handing me a bag of fertilizer. "Spread that around."

So, we worked in the garden just like normal. She didn't act any differently toward me because of our recent encounters. I was glad of that, but, looking at her on her knees, digging in the dirt, I still imagined walking up to her and pulling my cock out for her to suck, or maybe sliding in behind her and fucking the shit out of her. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help it. My cock swelled in my shorts at the thought.

Afterward we all went inside. Mom fixed sandwiches and we ate. Then Mom took a shower. As soon as she was out of the shower, Dad announced that he had to go pick up a new blade for the lawn mower at the hardware store; he had hit a tree root and bent the shit out of the current one.

I washed up and changed my clothes, into a different shirt and shorts. When I got done, I found that Dad was gone and Mom, wearing a nice gray dress, was waiting for me in the hall.

"Mom!" I said, surprised.

"I didn't mean to scare you," she told me.

I laughed and said, "I didn't expect you to be lurking in the hall."

"I wasn't lurking. I was just waiting for you to get changed," she told me.

"Oh? Why? What's up?" I asked.

She took a deep breath and said, "Well, it's about last night."

I was sure I went a little pale. Though I wanted my mother, I also loved her and wanted her approval. I dreaded what she was about to say. I waited.

"I think I may have over-reacted," she told me, dropping her eyes to the floor. "I told you to go ahead and masturbate, and then I freaked out when you did. That was pretty dumb of me."

"Which part?" I asked. "Telling me to or freaking out about it?"

"Freaking out," she clarified. "Look, you are a healthy young man and you have needs. I understand that, like I said last night. So, if you want to watch porn and masturbate, that's fine with me. There's nothing more natural."

I didn't want her to say that she shouldn't have watched. I felt that was what was coming next, so I beat her to the punch and asked, "You liked watching me, didn't you? It turned you on to see me stroke my cock."

Her eyes went wide at that and she looked up at me; then she nodded. "It's so wrong."

I knew it was wrong too; that's what made it hot. "No, it's not," I lied. Then, with all the boldness I could muster, I added, "It's not like we fucked." I loved saying that in front of my mother. It felt so very wrong. I quickly added, "You just saw something that turned you on. That's all."

She licked her lips and then ran her hands up her sides, over her breasts, and to her neck. "I suppose so," she said.

"Are you okay?" I asked. "Is your neck sore?"

She shook her head. "Just working in the garden, and other stuff, has made me a little tense, I guess. Really, my legs are hurting more than my neck; all that squatting."

"I could rub your legs," I offered. "It might make them feel better."

She smiled and said, "I don't know if that's such a good idea."

I explained, "Mom, I promise I won't touch your tits again. Okay? Let me do this for you. I love you."

She sighed and said, "I love you too, Son. You're such a good boy. I guess a quick massage wouldn't hurt."

I smiled and said, "That's the spirit." Reaching down and taking her hand in mine, I pulled her into my room and said, "Lay down on the bed and kick off those shoes."

She did as she was bid, without another word. She laid back, up on her elbows, watching me.

I took her foot and began rubbing it. I rubbed both feet. I rubbed up her calves and then, kneeling between her feet, worked my way up to her thighs.

"That feels good," she moaned and then laid down on her back. "You're such a good son."

"I just want to make you feel good," I told her as I worked my way higher and higher up her thighs. "You like this?" I asked.

"Yes," she sighed. "Your hands are so strong."

Again, I saw that Mom wore no panties. I worked my way up her thighs until my hand again brushed against her pussy.

"Whoa," she moaned. "I think you're a little high there."

"Think so?" I asked as I continued to massage her thighs but regularly brushing the side of my hands against her pussy.

"I'm your mother," she told me. "You need to be careful."

"I am," I told her as I rubbed my hands along either thigh. I pushed my thumbs down between her legs and ran them back up alongside her entire slit. "Does this feel good?"

She let out a shaky breath and sighed, "So good. But you can't touch me like that. It's not right."

Mom had come into my room and laid down on my bed without any panties on. She was protesting but not physically trying to get away. I could see the moisture coating her pussy; feel it on my thumbs. It was time to capitalize. I said softly, "Mom, you've taken care of me all of your life. Let me take care of you."

As I dipped my head down between her thighs and pressed by mouth against my mother's pussy, she pushed herself back a few inches and said, "No, you can't do that!"

I pushed myself forward, chasing her the few inches she had moved. When I reached her pussy again, I sucked up her pussy flesh and lapped my tongue against her hard clit.

She moaned, "Oh, shit! Steve, that feels good, but we can't do this!" When I didn't even pause in licking her hard clit she added, "Son, please stop! Don't do this!"

I lifted my head and said, "Oh, Mom, your pussy tastes so good." I then dropped my head back down, running my tongue up and down the length of her slit. Then, resting my lips around her clit, I glided my tongue around and around the slick bud repeatedly.

She groaned, "Does it really taste good? You like it? Oh god, you're making me so wet, Steve. Shit! This is so wrong." She didn't kick at me or try to push me away, only her words said 'no'.

Though I knew what I was doing was wrong, I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop. I ate my mother's pussy for several minutes like that. I watched her face from across her flat stomach and between her big tits, all covered by her gray dress. I mostly saw her chin when her head was laid back but, occasionally, she would lift her head and look down at me, lust blazing in her eyes.

Finally, as her orgasm neared, Mom looked down at me again and said, "Yes, that's it. Just like that. Don't stop. You're going to make Mommy come!"

My heart soared in triumph at my mother urging me on. Vindicated, I ate her pussy steadily. Though my tongue, lips, jaw, and neck were getting tired, I didn't falter, not for a second. I had to make her come like that, at least once. I was so glad she had stopped protesting and was finally enjoying herself.

Mom moaned, "Yes, oh god, yes, that's it. Eat Mommy's pussy! That's a good boy! Oh shit, I'm going to come!"

Holding on to her hips, I let her come on my face.

"Fuck!" she gasped before holding her breath as her orgasm washed through her.

My mother's juices coated my chin as she writhed under my mouth. I rolled my eyes up to look at her pretty orgasming face.

Mom's eyes were closed, her head back against the bed, and her breasts rose and fell quickly as she panted in orgasm. She moaned and groaned in pleasure. Finally, after a full minute of orgasm, she caught her breath, laughed, and said, "Steve, you are amazing."

I smiled at her, her fuck juices coating my face, and said, "I love you, Mom."

"I'm home!" Dad yelled from downstairs. "Where are you?"

"I'm upstairs," Mom yelled back.

"Sleeping, I'm sure," he complained. "Get your lazy ass down here and help me. Where's Steve?"

"I think he's in the bathroom," she replied loudly.

"Well, get his sorry ass down here too," he said. "Both of you lazy shits need to help me outside."

"Just a minute," she shouted. Then to me she said, "Go get cleaned up and get downstairs. Your father can't know about this!"

That night, watching TV as usual, Mom sat with her legs crossed. She seemed distracted.

When Dad got up to visit the bathroom, I asked, "Something wrong?"

"Yes," she barked angrily. "Of course there is, Steve. You ate my pussy!"

"You tasted so good, Mom," I told her, ignoring how upset she was. It was if someone else, someone fearless, had possessed me. I got up from the loveseat and sat in the middle section of the couch, right beside her.

She gasped and blushed, but said, "It was wrong, Sweetheart. You're poor dad-"

I cut her off, something I never did, put my arm over her shoulders, behind her neck, and asked softly, "Has Dad ever licked your pussy like that?"

"Of course he has," she replied.

"When was the last time?" I countered.

She thought for a minute and, finally, replied, "It's probably been about ten years."

I smiled at her. Then I leaned forward and whispered into her ear, "You said I was amazing."

She let out a ragged breath and admitted, "You were. It's just not something that should have ever happened."

"I love you, Mom. I wanted to make you feel good," I explained as I ran my hand down her arm. Her skin was so soft. "Did I do a good job?" I challenged, knowing the answer.

"Yes, of course," she replied and then laughed. She looked at me shaking her head and confessed, "I came so quickly I could hardly believe it. You have a very talented tongue; but I am your mother!" she told me firmly, glancing around to be sure Dad was still in the bathroom.

As Dad flushed the toilet, I said, "Exactly. Who else do I care about enough to make her come like that? Who's more deserving than you?"

"But not from my own son," she insisted, putting her hand on my side to push me away. She wasn't strong enough if she had really tried.

I leaned in and kissed her neck. I asked, "Why not? It was just a little licking." I then licked my tongue up her neck and to her ear. I whispered, "It's not like we fucked." Of course, that's exactly what I really wanted. Still, one step at a time, I told myself.

"I feel so guilty," she breathed, diverting away from the real subject, as my hand caressed her bare upper thigh.

As Dad came out of the bathroom I got up and quickly moved back to the loveseat asking softly, "What does Dad do for you, other than make you feel like shit? Don't feel guilty over doing something for yourself for a change."

As Dad walked into the living room, he asked, "What are you two hens cackling about?"

"Nothing," Mom replied, I could see her hard nipples denting the material of her pink nightie.

Then an idea hit me. I told Dad, "I was just telling Mom that one of her shows was coming on tonight and that we should watch it, but she was saying that she needed to go to bed."

He looked at her and said, "You should stay up and watch it. I know how much you like that shit. I mean, it's not like you have to get up in the morning to go to work or do anything else useful around here."

She looked at him and said, "You know I just worked in the garden all morning."

He laughed, "That's the only fucking useful thing I've seen you do in the last week."

"Maybe I will stay up," she said defiantly.

My excitement rose. He had no idea what he was doing. Her threat was more than just the loss of a little sleep. There was a good chance I would try something more with her. She had to know that.

"Go ahead," he told her. "I sleep better when you're not around anyway."

"Fine," she said. "I will."

When Dad finally went upstairs, Mom stayed. When he was out of earshot, she told me, "Look, I'm staying down here because of what your father said. What happened earlier can never happen again."

I didn't acknowledge what she had said. "I'll get the movie," I told her, as I rose and headed upstairs to my bedroom. I grabbed the movie, took off my clothes, pulled on my robe, and headed back down.

When I re-entered the living room, I saw that Mom, still in her pink nightie, had gotten herself a drink. It looked to be an adult beverage, of which I wasn't legally able to partake of at my age. Though Mom often let me have a little alcohol now and then, I wasn't interested in that moment. I wanted to be very clear-headed.

I didn't say anything as I put in the DVD and turned it on. It was a movie from a romance series. The movie was called "With This Ring". I hit "Play Movie" when the menu came up and sat away from her on the loveseat.

She looked at me and smiled. "This is a romance movie?"

I nodded and said, "That's what you asked for, isn't it?"

"Oh, Son, this is great," she told me. After a few minutes of watching the show she laughed at a scene of the characters in the movie. She said, "This is cute. Come watch with me."

I smiled at that and moved to the couch, sitting on the far end of the couch. I had a long game plan in mind and that required playing it a bit cool at first. I asked, "You like it?"

She nodded, watching the screen and taking a sip of her drink.

I watched her as the movie went through some more plot and then, about six minutes in, went into its first sex scene, beautifully shot, between the cute redhead and her boyfriend. Did Mom really think I had put in a softcore movie?

"She's so cute," she told me as he sucked her nipples until they were hard. Then, after a while, when she took off his boxers and went down on him, Mom gasped and looked at me, "This isn't one of my movies!"

"Of course not," I told her with a smile as my cock grew inside my robe. "It's one of mine."

She turned her attention back to the screen, watching the girl stroke and suck on the man's dick, light music in the background but the sounds of sucking filling the room. Her mouth fell open as she watched, lust building inside of her.

I let the folds of my robe fall open and gently stroked my cock as I watched Mom watch the movie.

Her nipples dented the material of her nightie as the scene slowly transitioned to him eating her pussy. "Wow," I heard her whisper as her hand fell between her own legs. She rubbed herself, not even acknowledging that I was there, as she became wrapped up in the scene.

"You like that?" I softly asked.

She glanced at me and then down at my exposed cock. Her eyes grew wide for a moment and then she said, "This is a good movie, Steve. I'm glad you feel comfortable enough to do that in front of me. Just, keep it over there, okay?"

"I'll stay over here," I lied.

She relaxed at that, leaning back and leaving her hand between her thighs as she watched the movie, occasionally glancing at me.

My cock throbbed with anticipation, but I was restrained. I stroked myself, glad that she liked watching me.

The scene ended and then picked up with more plot. I knew this about the movie. The scenes were spaced out well with plot, giving me time to work on Mom.

She stopped touching herself and after a few minutes started commenting on the plot. I engaged in that conversation and we went back and forth, complementing the good actors, calling out something that was unrealistic, and laughing at some of the exchanges onscreen.

Every time I responded to Mom, I moved about an inch closer so, by the time the second sex scene started I was sitting between the middle and end seat. She didn't seem to notice.

"Wow, she's hot," Mom said about the blonde on the screen. The scene started with a lot of squirming as he sucked her nipples and put his hand down her jeans. This went on for quite a while and Mom really seemed to enjoy the softcore nature of it. But then, when he finally got her pants off, spread her legs, and started licking her pussy, Mom said, "She's pretty hairy. Oh, look at her face, she's really enjoying that."

I stroked my cock again, letting her see me all she wanted, but I kept my distance.

As she began touching herself, she said, "See, now this is nice. My son and I can enjoy an adult movie together."

"Yeah," I agreed as the actress began sucking the actor's cock.

After watching for a minute, she whispered, "Yeah, that's it, take it in, Honey." She was encouraging the actress to show more deep-throat action. Then, when the scene turned to sex, she asked, "They didn't wear condoms in the last movie. Do all more recent movies do that?"

"Not all," I told her, more interested in building the rapport with Mom than anything else.

"Well, this movie uses them," she said as she fell silent for a bit, watching the scene on screen, touching herself as she did. "Yeah, fuck her," she whispered at one point, groaning with the pleasure she was giving herself.

We masturbated like that for another couple of minutes but neither of us came, it was just a casual masturbation, though the activity on the screen and the sounds of the actress were a bit frantic until, finally, the actor came.

As usual, the plot resumed and, again, this time more quickly and naturally, Mom engaged me regarding the plot points and the acting. We laughed and joked around for a bit.

I moved closer and closer with every exchange until I was finally in the middle seat. I was not touching her or rubbing elbows with her, but I was sitting right beside her. I could smell her sweet perfume and feel her body heat. I wanted to touch her so badly, but I was playing it as cool as I knew how.

The next scene was a frantic flashback scene that Mom almost didn't notice starting as she was too interested in discussing with me the plot of the movie. Still, halfway through the scene, when the characters finally started fucking, Mom asked, "She's really hairy. Is that the new thing now? I just got used to regularly waxing mine."

"I don't think so," I replied. "It seems to just depend on what the director, or the actress, wants. Personally, I prefer your pussy waxed."

"Really?" she asked, smiling at me. When she turned back to the movie, she said, "Wow, some of these shots aren't showing any penetration. They could be in my movies, but the actress is doing a much better job. I guess she doesn't have to act as much if it really does feel good."

"Yeah, I suppose so," I agreed.

Once the characters started fucking on the floor, we both got quiet. The actress came and we both found it very sexy. My cock made another appearance from between the folds of my robe and Mom resumed masturbating.

She rubbed her pussy with her far hand, her left, and I stroked myself with my right. I put my left arm around her shoulders as we masturbated together. It was a bold move, but Mom didn't object.

Then, just as we were getting into it, the actor came all over the actress's stomach.

Though the plot resumed, I didn't remove my arm from around her shoulders. Though I wanted to keep the passion up and I continued stroking my cock right besides Mom, the story took a funny turn and we both laughed.

We discussed the movie as it went, laughing back and forth. Then, after a bit, it got pretty serious, approaching its romantic conclusion; Mom tapped me on the leg. She wanted to draw my attention.

This led to the final romantic sex scene and Mom was fully into it as she began rubbing her pussy immediately.

I boldly stroked myself as I pulled her close to me with my left arm.

Mom fell against me as she moaned in pleasure, her fingers working frantically on her pussy. "Oh god," she moaned.

"You are so sexy," I whispered to her as I passed my hand down from her shoulder to cup her left breast, the hard nipple boring into my palm.

Mom didn't pull away. She lifted her right leg to drape it over my left, spreading her legs wide to better rub herself. "She has a pretty shaved pussy," she told me.

"So do you," I told her as I rolled her hard nipple with my fingers through the thin satin fabric of her nightie.

As Mom began to moan with pleasure, bringing herself closer and closer to orgasm, I waited until she was very close, released my cock with my right hand, found her right hand, and brought it down to my throbbing cock.

"Oh yeah," I sighed as Mom, almost unconsciously, wrapped her long fingers around my hot shaft and began to stroke me.

"Oh shit," she moaned as her orgasm gripped her and she came. She groaned with pleasure, her breath coming fast before finally relaxing into a normal rhythm.

I didn't say a word as I watched my mother's fist stroke up and down my cock. She had made herself come and was still stroking me. Where it would lead, I didn't know or care in that moment. I had finally gotten Mom to touch my dick and I just didn't want that moment to end.

She stroked me as she continued to rub her clit back and forth, her fingers active between her thighs. Then, after a few moments, she leaned forward and dropped her mouth down around my hot prick.

"Whoa," I gasped, not believing my luck.

My mother's cool lips wrapped tightly around my rampant cock and she slowly swallowed me down her throat.

I had never felt anything like it. In one motion my mother hand made my long hard cock completely disappear. Her throat was tight around the head as her lips nestled into my pubic hair. "Oh Mom," I groaned.

Mom bobbed her head a few times, driving the head of my cock into her throat over and over as her lips massaged the base of my dick, before she pulled off and resumed stroking it. She sat back, smiled at me and said, "I just needed to wet it."

"Of course," I told her, dismissing it as if it were nothing. I didn't want her to feel weird about it in the slightest, even though it was the hottest thing that had ever happened to me.

Mom continued to rub her pussy as she stroked my slick prick, her eyes glued to the porn on the TV. Her fingers were frantic on her clit and her breath came faster and faster until, just as the couple on the screen reached their climax, so did she. "Oh fuck," she grunted as she came again.

My cock was hard as a steel rod as I watched my mother orgasm beside me, my left arm still around her, her head falling back across my bicep. My balls felt heavy and I knew I had a load, but I was only halfway there. Her stroking was intermittent, her orgasm messing with her concentration.

When Mom finally came down from her orgasm, and her breathing returned to normal, she found that the credits were rolling, and my cock was still hard. "I can't leave you like this," she whispered as she bent down again, and took me into her mouth.

I could feel her hot breath rustle my pubic hairs as she began stroking me with her lips in earnest. The hand she had been using to masturbate with now cupped my balls, wetting them with her pussy juices. It felt like heaven and I just laid back and enjoyed it.

She slurped loudly up and down my shaft, one hand holding the base and the other massaging my testicles. "Does that feel good?" she asked. "Do you like how Mommy sucks your cock?"

"Yes," I breathed, the taboo words echoing in my mind. "Your mouth is amazing."

She lifted off and stroked it saying, "It's so fucking big, Steve." She moved off the couch and down, kneeling on the floor between my legs. She took my cock back into her mouth, swallowing it down her throat again and again.

"Oh Mom," I groaned. "That feels so fucking good!"

"Yeah?" she asked before bending down and licking my balls for a bit, stroking the shaft in her fist. Then she took it back into her mouth, her lips tight against the shaft. She rolled her eyes up to mine for a moment as she blew me.

I nodded to her, confirming how good it felt.

"You've really grown up, haven't you?" she asked, as she lifted off for a moment, stroking it and admiring the length and breadth of it.

I smiled at her and asked, "You think so?"

"Oh Son," she moaned before wrapping her lips around my cock again and bobbing her head on it.

My cock was slick with her saliva as she sucked strongly at my shaft, trying to draw out my cum. She was making good progress. "Oh shit," I breathed with pleasure.

She bobbed up and down on my shaft, driving me in and out of her mouth with wild abandon. She brushed her hair from her face as it flew about. Then she pulled the straps of her nightie down off her shoulders, revealing her full firm breasts.

"Damn," I sighed with pleasure.

She worked the shaft up and down with her fist and lips as she cupped one of her tits with her other hand. Then, she lifted up until just the head was between her lips, cupped her other breast in her other hand, and came forward wrapping both of her tits around my hard slick shaft.

"Oh shit," I groaned.

As mom lifted her mouth from my cock, she held it with her tits squeezed tight around it. She moved her breasts up and down with her hands. They were all natural and just loose enough to slide up and down my cock a few inches on each stroke. They were warm and so very soft.

As the head appeared and disappeared between my mother's breasts, I looked at her and said, "Oh my god, that feels so good, Mom!"

She smiled and asked, "You like that? You like fucking Mommy's titties?"

I nodded as the pleasure built inside of me. I knew it wouldn't be long and I wanted to savor every moment. I groaned, "Keep doing that, Mom."

She didn't falter, stroking my cock expertly between her breasts. "Are you going to come for me, Sweetheart?"

Unable to speak I just nodded as my thighs tingled and I felt the cum race up my shaft.

"Be a good Son and come for Mommy," Mom urged. Then, still stroking my cock with her breasts, she craned her neck down to suck the head between her lips just as the first blasts of cum erupted from my prick.

Huge jets of cream blasted from me directly into my mother's mouth. "Oh Mom, take my cum," I encouraged.

She didn't say a word as I filled her mouth with my seed. Then she swallowed. She swallowed several more times, taking every last drop, milking my cock into her hungry mouth until it began to slowly deflate between her lips.

"Oh Mom, that was so good", I sighed, overcome with pleasure.

Mom slurped her lips off my cock and, her mouth still holding some of my cum, reached for her glass. Tilting her head back, Mom swallow the last of my load as well as the last of her adult beverage. Finally, she said, "I can't believe I just did that... to my own son."

I couldn't tell if she was more turned on or embarrassed, but before I could say anything, she pulled up the straps of her nightie and hurried off upstairs.​