Incest/Taboo Playing with Mom

Suddenly, I stiffened my tongue as hard as I could and stabbed it into her cunt. She went rigid, "Oh, God, oh, unnghhh, unnghhh," as I repeatedly stabbed my tongue into her, moving my head back and forth. I let go of one knee, letting her drop it onto my shoulder. I moved my hand under her and pushed the tips of two fingers into her cunt. Slowly, while flicking my tongue on her clit, I pushed my fingers into her. When they were in as far as they would go, I began twisting them around. I moved my hand against her, faster and faster, until she came with a loud groan, her legs tensing strongly, gripping my head, lifting herself off the couch. I kept my fingers firmly plugged inside her, not removing them until she stopped her convulsive contractions.

I laid her length ways on the couch. She kept her eyes closed, perhaps afraid to break the illusion. I scrambled up above her, placing my knees on either side of her head. "Keep your eyes closed, Dhelia," I commanded her now. I pushed my PJ's down my hips, freeing my rock hard cock. Painfully, I pushed it down toward her mouth. "Bad mommy, Dhelia, you didn't finish me with your feet. Now you have to take it in your mouth."

I pushed my cock against her mouth, shoving in a little before she could clamp her lips together. She tried to avoid it, moving her head to the side, but I held her head between my knees, pushing in a little further. "Stop it, Dhelia. You didn't finish me. You know you have to do it this way, like always." I pushed my cock right in, withdrew, and then started to slowly fuck her mouth. She let me do it. She didn't suck, or help in any way, but she let me fuck her mouth. But that was enough. What a fantastic feeling, sliding my cock in her mouth. What an incredible sight, my cock moving in and out of her beautiful flushed face, her eyes closed, her hair in wild disarray. She was gorgeous.

I didn't last long. When I came, she swallowed and starting sucking for the first time. None spilled. No spunk came out of her mouth at all, no dribbles, nothing. When I was finished, I hurriedly got up and left, retreating to my room. I, too, was afraid to break the illusion. I wanted us to be able to play Dhelia and Greg again, and having to face ourselves afterwards might ruin it.

As I stepped into the shower, I could hardly wait to get out and meet Mom, and hopefully Dhelia, again. It wasn't even dinner time.
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Time dragged through the rest of Greg's shift. It seemed like an eternity until 5pm, not because he had to work with cum drying in his pants, but because he could hardly wait to get home to see his Mom.

He kept remembering that incredibly sexy woman, his cock stirring each time her image flickered in his mind. He could hardly pay attention to customers the rest of that afternoon. He made few sales, trying to get rid of people as fast as he could so he could turn his full attention to the events of the afternoon. She was that guy's mother! Thinking of it reminded him of his own mother, at least five years younger, and then he really got hard.

She'd told him to take his time, to be subtle, but he could hardly wait to get home. He wanted to get started and he knew exactly how to do it. He stuffed several pairs of shoes and a pair of high boots into his knapsack. He'd pick up a couple of chick flicks on the way home, and pizza, so his Mom didn't have to make dinner. His Dad was a cop working night patrol. He wouldn't be home until late, and he knew Mom would stay up late, sipping Vodka, waiting for him. Instead of retreating to his room, as he usually did, he'd stay up with her and get her to try on shoes, and see what happened.

"Hi honey, I hope you're not hungry, I haven't started dinner yet," his Mom called out when she heard him come in the front door, just after six. She was sitting in front of the TV, watching a sitcom, already in her house coat, her floppy slippers stretched out on the coffee table, sipping from her glass. Her dark brown, shoulder length hair was in disarray. Normally, Greg would have been disappointed in her but tonight, he just thought, perfect.

"No sweat, I brought pizza, Mom," he announced as he walked in an plopped two large pizzas, her favorites, onto the table.

"Really? That's great, I'm so tired, I really don't feel like cooking. What's the occasion?" she asked, as she opened the top box and pulled out a slice of pizza.

"You are, Mom. On the way home, I was thinking about you and just thought you probably deserve a treat."

"Really? That's so thoughtful. C'mere, give your old mom a kiss." She held her arms up to him.

Greg leaned down into his Mom's arms, giving her a kiss on her cheek, then planted one at the base of her neck. Dhelia kept hugging him, so he planted another kiss on her neck. As he pulled away, he said, "I love you, Mom."

"You're such a good kid. I'm the luckiest Mom in the world. Grab a beer from the fridge and come eat this pizza with me."

Greg sat near his mom as they ate, his leg pressed against hers. They watched TV and chatted during the commercials. When the pizza was gone, Greg didn't move away. He stayed close to his mom. When he got another beer, he sat right next to her again.

"You're being awfully nice to your mom. What are you up to?"

"Nothing, Mom. I just realized today how lucky I am to have you, that's all."

"Oh? What happened?"

"Nothing. Just this guy and his Mom came into the store, and they were so different."

"How? What do you mean?"

"Well, they were just so nice together. I mean, she was his mom and everything, but they were really close. They held hands, he had his arm around her, and even kissed her once in a while. It was a little weird, but after they left I thought, 'Why not?' They didn't do anything wrong. They just obviously loved each other. And then I thought, I love my mom, but I never show it, and I really want to change that." Greg put his arm around his mom and squeezed her to him, giving her a kiss on her cheek as he did so.

"Well, lucky me. I guess I have some guy and his mom to thank for this pizza and all these hugs. You've got a lot of hugs to make up for, mister," she laughed.

This was going well, Greg thought. "Oh, Mom, I forgot. I picked up some movies." Greg opened his knapsack and pulled out the DVDs. "Oh, yeah, and I brought some shoes home for you to try on later."

He put a DVD into the player and turned it on. Before he sat down, he turned the lights lower, then settled himself next to his mom again, putting his arm around her as he did so. Dhelia snuggled up to her son. They stayed like that through the first movie. Greg wasn't sure how to take things further, and Dhelia was just enjoying the closeness of her son, of anyone for that matter.

When the movie ended, Dhelia said, "Let me up, I've got business to attend to."

"But there's another movie, Mom."

"I'll be back. Pour me another drink, sweetie."

"Well, I'm going to get into my PJ's too," Greg replied, getting up to follow her upstairs. For some reason, Dhelia paused at the bathroom door. Greg grasped her shoulders from behind, leaned in, and kissed the base of her neck again.

"Mmmmm," Dhelia murmured, "You're being so nice to me tonight."

"I'm going to be nice to you all the time from now on, Mom."

"I hope so, son. I like it."

"I like you," he replied, kissed her neck again, and went off to his room to change.

In the bathroom, Dhelia did her business and then brushed her teeth. She felt strange. She had an unsettled feeling that she couldn't interpret. She shrugged and turned to leave, then stopped and turned back to look at herself in the mirror. Absently, she picked up a brush and started to straighten her hair. Pausing to review her visage, she picked up some light pink lipstick, and put it on. Squeezing her lips together, she pouted, regarding herself once more.

Not bad she thought. She was still pretty. She pulled her bathrobe apart. She needed to find time to work out again, she thought. She drew her robe about her, but immediately pulled it open again. She turned to look at herself in the full length mirror on the back of the door. A petite woman with small breasts, a narrow waist, and nice legs looked back at her. Without thinking about it, or knowing why, she dropped the robe, removed her bra and slid her panties down her legs and off, tossing them both toward the laundry hamper. She looked at her naked body without any expression on her face, then stooped down to retrieve her robe. Putting it back on, she cinched it tight around her waist and went downstairs.

Greg was sitting on the couch, leaving little room for her to squeeze in. He had poured her a much larger drink, which he passed to her before she sat down. She took a sip. It was much stronger too. She didn't say anything about the drink.

"Move over buster," she said as she sat down, partly on his right leg.

"No way."

She squeezed herself between the arm of the couch and his leg, rubbing the back of her thigh across his as she sat down. She turned to him as she settled back, arching and baring her neck, "Give me a kiss before we start the movie."

Greg gladly complied with her request. He put is arm around her again, and locked his lips on her neck, planting a long, sucking kiss on her. She laughed, a little nervously, as he finished. "Well, I don't think that was very parental."

"I'm too old for parenting now, Mom. This is the new us. You should have seen those people, they were so beautiful together."

"Well, we'll see. Let's just see how its goes. It's kinda fun so far."

She settled herself in, facing the TV, as he started the next movie.

After a long while, she tried to push his legs over to give herself more room. He didn't budge, so she lifted her left leg and draped it over his, causing her robe to open, exposing her legs to mid thigh. He scrunched lower, then asked her to kick her slippers off because they were blocking his view. She did, baring her feet. As she did, her left thigh slid up and he pressed his leg further under, forcing her ass against him. He slipped his arm down from her shoulder to reach around her waist, pulling her more firmly onto his thigh. They continued to watch the movie like that for some time, pausing only for her to sip her drink.

After a while, Dhelia said, "Greg, I really need to stretch out. Change places with me."

Greg paused the movie and slid into her seat as she stood up. She lay down on her side, stretching her feet to the opposite end, lying across his lap, her head resting on the arm of the couch. He started to play with her hair, gently twirling it in his fingers. His other hand rested on her hip, his fingers draping over the front. After a while, he looked down to find her eyes closed.

"Hey," he said softly, "don't fall asleep on me."

Her eyes fluttered open, "I won't," she whispered, "I'm just enjoying myself. This is so relaxing, Greg. Thanks, honey." She closed her eyes again.

"No problem, Mom," he replied, patting her hip and sliding it up and down. After a minute, her eyes still closed, he started to slowly stroke his hand up and down the side of her hip. He noticed that the belt of her robe had loosened. He pulled his hand on her hip back, dragging the material with him. This parted her robe even more. He peered down at her. Looking into the gap in her robe he could see most of her right tit, pressed against the couch. It was small, but the nipple was long, and stiff. Suddenly, he realized that he was gripping her hip. He loosened his fingers.

"Mmmmm, cuddle me, Greg." He slipped his hand down to her flat belly and pulled her tighter against him. At the same time, he leaned down and kissed her cheek, then moved his lips down to kiss her neck again, his favorite spot. He kept kissing her. She didn't stop him, just responded with another, "Mmmmmm."

"That's it, Mom, relax. We can watch the rest of the movie tomorrow. It's Saturday."

"Mmmmm. Do you think they cuddle like this?"

"Yes, and I think they even neck with each other. Just the casual way that he touched her, I can tell that he touches her all the time when they're alone."

"Really?"

"Yes. He put his arm around her waist and kissed her on her neck," Greg exaggerated, "and I caught him pulling his hand from between her knees once," he said truthfully.

"Really?"

"Yes, like this." Greg moved his hand down from her tummy, along her front, to her knees. Once there, he slipped it inside her robe, between her legs. "I think he was stroking her legs when I wasn't looking." Greg started to slide his hand slowly up and down her legs, caressing her thighs. "Like this," he said, leaning down to whisper in her ear, then up to kiss her cheek as he continued to stroke her legs.

Dhelia, just lay there with her eyes closed, enjoying her son stroking her legs and kissing her face. It felt so good, but wrong too. But the other mom did it, and Greg said they were so happy. He clearly wanted her to be like that other mom, how could she disappoint him? Anyway, she was feeling great.

Greg turned his mother's face up just a little so that he was kissing the corner of her mouth instead of her cheek. He lengthened his hand strokes until he was nearing her pussy. Tentatively, he pushed his tongue into the corner of her mouth. "I think they neck because they're so close to each other," he suggested, moving fast despite Lorraine's advice.

Dhelia was getting very excited. His hand between her thighs was near her pussy, which was getting wet. She turned to kiss him before she had to deal with his hand touching her. As she twisted around to face him, her robe pulled completely off her front. She tugged the right side to cover herself. She pulled herself up a bit to kiss her son, her right arm snaking up around his neck.

As his mother kissed him, Greg's hand slid under her robe, down her bare back and up the swell of her hip to rest on her ass. With his right arm, he held her up to his mouth, pressing her breasts against him. He gripped her cheek possessively in his left. She pulled away.

"Greg, I don't think you should touch me like that."

"They do, Mom. I'm sure of it."

"I can't. I don't think I can do that." She got up, her robe falling completely open, her small tits with her fantastic nipples, long and stiff, dangling enticingly in his face for a brief moment. She ran up the stairs to her room.

Greg was very disappointed, but when he thought about it, he'd gone further in the first night than he'd expected to go in the first week. He grinned to himself. No matter what, he thought, life was definitely more interesting, and likely to get better yet.

In her room, Dhelia was having second thoughts on her hasty retreat. She was relieved that she hadn't succumbed to her physical desire but fearful that she now didn't measure up to that other Mom, the one Greg was holding up as an ideal. Moments later, jealousy won out. She opened her bedroom door to call Greg just as he was passing by on his way to his own room.

"Oh, honey? Did you say you had some shoes for me to try on?"

"Yes, Mom. In my bag. Do you want to try them on now?" hope evident in his eyes and voice.

"No, not tonight. I'm too tired now. But how about tomorrow, sweetheart?"

"OK, Mom." Greg's face brightened considerably, and Dhelia felt much better as she closed her door.

The next day Dhelia was up early, as usual, to make her breakfast and Don's dinner. She was confused about how to feel about the previous evening. She was thinking of ways to divert Greg, to retain the new attentions that thrilled her but to keep it on a more platonic level.

Don came in and sat down at the kitchen table with the morning paper. She set a cup of coffee down in front of him and went to the fridge to get eggs for breakfast. When she pulled the juice out of the fridge, she noticed a handwritten note propped up behind the container, "I love you, Mom. I love being close to you."

Her breath caught. She could feel a flush rise within her. Glancing quickly at Don, immersed in the paper, she smiled and placed the note in the pocket of her housedress. Retrieving a couple of glasses from the cupboard, she spied another note in a glass with a single rose, "For the best Mom a guy could ever have."

Dhelia's face went red and a warm wave flushed through her body, tingling in her fingers, toes and breasts. Quickly, she closed the cubboard and continued making breakfast. When she opened the cupboard under the sink to throw away the broken egg shells, she found yet another note taped to the side of the garbage pail with a smiley face drawn on it. "I can hardly wait for tonight."

Greg got up right after he heard his father come upstairs to go to bed. His mom was in the kitchen, clearing up the dishes from her breakfast and his Dad's dinner.

"Good morning, son," she greeted him. "What have you got planned for the day?"

"Oh, just hanging around until tonight," he responded suggestively. "Did you have coffee with Dad?"

"No, I thought I'd wait for you. He was in a hurry to get to bed this morning."

Greg poured two cups of coffee, handed one to her and pulled her by the arm to the living room. She protested, wanting to finish the dishes, but he insisted she finish watching the movie from last night, while trying on the shoes he'd brought home. She relented and sat on the couch, sipping coffee, watching him retrieve the shoes from his bag, noticing that he was dressed only in his pajama bottoms.

Greg knelt at her feet with a pair of shoes in his hand. He picked up her foot, took her slipper off, and slipped the shoe on, then the other. He asked her to walk around in them to see how they felt. She said they looked great but wanted to just sit and drink her coffee. He insisted, "Mom, you need to see how they feel, and I need to make sure they make your legs look even better. Come on, get up," he cried, pulling her to her feet.

Dhelia walked around the living room. Greg suggested poses to highlight her legs. "Is this what that other mom and her son do?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Ok," she said, sitting down, "Let's try on the next pair."

Greg pulled the shoes off, slowly. "We need to limber up your legs for the next pair," he said as he started to rub her calves. They both knew this was just an excuse for him to feel her legs. After several minutes, Greg slipped the second pair of shoes on. Dhelia walked around in the shoes, striking poses, even placing her foot on the table beside Greg so he could see up her loose housedress, wanting her son to be thinking about her, not some other mother.

When she sat down, she wiggled her feet until the shoes dropped and asked Greg to give her legs a real good rub, because that pair hadn't felt right. She lay back and closed her eyes to make it easier for him to enjoy himself, and her. 'How much for a rose?', she thought.

Greg rubbed her legs for some time before he noticed she had closed her eyes. When he did, he lifted her foot to rest it on his thigh, then moved his hands above her knees, to stroke her leg along her thigh, back and forth, slowly moving higher. Dhelia didn't make any sounds of encouragement, but she didn't object either. Greg lifted her other foot and placed it on his other thigh, then started rubbing that leg as well. Soon, he was reaching right to the top of her leg. On one draw back, he let go of her leg, and pushed her dress so that it fell back to her hips, exposing her legs completely.

Her eyes opened, "Greg, your Dad is upstairs."

Greg resumed stroking her legs. "I know," he replied, "He's sleeping."

"Yes, he's sleeping," Dhelia repeated, not sure what to do in the face of his audacity and continued rubbing of her legs.

"Close your eyes, Mom," Greg suggested firmly, continuing to stroke her legs. Dhelia closed her eyes, not having thought of any other action, and let him play with her.

After a while, Greg said, "Mom, I want to kiss you like they do." He leaned in to her, holding her feet in to the couch, folding her knees and pushing them out wide. He leaned far over her, and kissed her. Little kisses at first, but then he started necking with her. His torso was pressing against the backs of her thighs. At some point, she didn't know when, she realized that his tongue was in her mouth. She put her arms around his head and held him, running her fingers through his hair. He could really kiss, she thought. He was making her wet again.

The thought jolted her! She was wet, but not because he was kissing her. He had his hand on her pussy! Christ. He'd been touching her pussy, and she hadn't even noticed! She tried to push him off.

"No, Greg. No!" She pushed hard, pushing him away with her feet.

His face was flushed red, he was breathing in gasps.

"Mom, I need to feel close to you."

He pushed back in, reached down and slid his hand under her, jamming it between her pussy and the couch.

"No, your father, he could wake up, don't Greg. Stop."

He started rubbing his hand back and forth under her pussy.

"No, Greg. Wait! Tonight, after he's gone to work. Wait for tonight," she cried desperately, trying to buy time, to get him to stop.

Greg stopped, but he left his hand under her pussy. "Tonight?", he asked.

"Yes, wait until we're alone. Please, Greg."

"OK, Mom. Tonight."

He stretched his thumb up to rest it in the crevice between her pussy lips. He pressed it in. "Tonight," he repeated. He moved his thumb from side to side, "Tonight," he said again.

"Yes," Dhelia replied, "tonight." Greg let her get up, and she went upstairs to the bathroom.

Dhelia was shocked. What had happened in the last half hour? She loved her son. She didn't want to lose him, especially as things fell apart between her and Don. She knew he'd probably been to an after hours party with his shift mates and the young women that worked in the bars. It wasn't anything new, he'd been doing it for years. But that didn't mean it was OK to fool around on him. Especially with her son. She'd have to put Greg in his place. Put a stop to this nonsense.

She took off her wet panties and threw them into the hamper. She was now naked under her housedress. With fresh resolve, she strode downstairs. She would explain that, although she loved him, there were just certain ways that a mother and son had to behave.

She found Greg in the kitchen, cleaning up the breakfast dishes. He'd cleaned the counters and when she entered, he handed her another cup of coffee, fixed the way she liked it. Her heart melted.

"Hey, Mom. What should we do today?"

"Greg, I ... uh, I ..."

"How about a walk around the lake?"

"Well, ... uh ..., that would be nice. But we need to talk."

"Sure, Mom." He walked up to her, while she still held her coffee. Putting his arms on her shoulders, he drew her closer and kissed her. Right on the mouth. When he finished, he took the coffee and set it on the table. He took her in his arms again and kissed her full on her mouth again. Several minutes later, they were necking furiously, tongues trading places in each others mouths, bodies straining together.

Suddenly, he stopped kissing her, pulling back to look in her eyes. He reached down, placing his right hand at the hem of her dress. Slowly, he lifted his hand, scraping the inside of her thighs as he brought his hand up, gazing steadily at her, intensely. Dhelia couldn't stop him. She just stood there panting until his hand cupped her pussy once more. He leaned in to her.

"I can't wait until tonight." He slid his tongue into her mouth, then pushed his thumb into her cunt.

Dhelia circled her arms around his neck and pulled herself in to him. She couldn't stop her loins from humping against his hand. When he broke the kiss, her hips were squirreling into him, she had lost control.

"Yeah, Mom. That's it. Fuck it!"

Dhelia could hardly hear him. Her head was ringing. It was so ridiculous, so lewd, but she couldn't help herself.

Greg walked her back and pressed her against the fridge. He lifted her left leg up and out, reached down into his pajamas, freed his cock, dipped down, and slid it up to her, the head pressing against her entrance.

"I'm going to fuck you in the kitchen while he's upstairs," he rasped into her ear. He pushed his cock into her, shoving until he was buried in her to the hilt. He picked her other leg up, holding her jammed against the fridge with his cock. He grasped the top of the fridge door and started shoving his cock back and forth into her, ramming her, slamming into her. She hung on to him, bouncing up on each thrust, her ass pressing into the fridge. Within minutes he spurt his load into her.

He stood, exhausted, keeping her pressed against the fridge. She still clung to him, her legs wrapped around his waist. Eventually, her legs dropped and he let her go. Shell shocked, she didn't know where to go. She couldn't go upstairs with her husband. She across the kitchen, picked up her coffee and started sipping it.

Greg, stuffing his flaccid cock back in his pajamas, turned to her and asked, "Do you still want to watch a movie and try on those boots tonight?"

"Yes," she replied in a quiet voice.

"Do you want to go for a walk around the lake now?"

"No," quietly again.

"Do you want me to fuck you again?"

A long pause followed. She continued to sip her coffee.

"Do you ..." Her answer cut him off.

"After my coffee."

Dhelia sipped her coffee, slowly, until it was gone. No one spoke. Greg waited patiently, not once trying to hurry her. He just looked at her, her wild hair and flushed face. His cock stirred and was tenting his pajamas by the time she'd finished her coffee.

Dhelia had looked down at this cock when she first saw it begin to swell. She kept her eyes on it, a little smile on her face. Seeing her looking made him harder.

She put her coffee cup down on the counter, completely empty. She started walking to the basement stairs. She simply said, "I'll be in the guest room."

Greg followed. By the time he reached the stairs, he could hardly walk, his cock was so hard.​