Incest/Taboo Soaking Mom

She was lying on the floor on her tummy with her buttocks and thighs already greased up, waving that magnificent lure as soon as she heard me step stealthily into the room. Mom loved it that way, even more than rubbing my cock along her slick pussy from the front, which surprised me. As I approached, she actually purred in anticipation which should have goaded me into immediate action, but I had a plan.

I ran my hands all over Mom's body, from head to toe, trying to convey the awe in which I held her beauty. I scraped and scratched, poked and prodded, rubbed and tickled every inch of skin on Mom's body, all the while whispering sweet comments and love words. Only then did I prepare to mount her from behind but instead, after a pause, I began repeating everything I had done, this time with my tongue. I uttered every compliment I could think of, however corny.

Licking her tits, I mumbled, "I love your breasts. They're the best I've ever kissed."

Sucking her nipples, I gurgled, "These are the sexiest, stiffest nipples a man could ever dream of."

Nibbling her ear, I whispered, "I love putting my tongue in your ear, your mouth, and down there," of course, flicking her pussy lips with my fingers as I spoke. She hadn't yet let me do that and I hoped the thought of it would make her hot to trot.

"Your hair is so beautiful. It smells so good and I love pulling it when my cock is rubbing your ass."

Anything. I said anything I could think of that was laden with sexual innuendo. If words implied lust inspired by her extreme beauty, they tumbled out of my mouth. Of course, I made sure my tongue and fingers continued to do their work.

Eventually, I succeeded. Mom writhed and moaned so intensely I worried about Dad waking up but there wasn't anything I could do about that. I hoped, as I suspected, that Mom was giving Dad something to help him sleep deeply on the nights she decided to slap me. I knew now that, despite my failure to predict when it would happen, Mom's slaps signaled that she was horny and wanted it. All I was doing was tipping her over the edge, hoping for her to lose control so I could have my way with her.

I pushed my face into her ass and licked up and down the crease splitting her cheeks. Soon, her tightly closed legs loosened, allowing my slick, probing pink snake to find and tease her nether lips and shortly thereafter slip between them into her cunt. This was the first time she had allowed such access to anything except my fingers, and then it had only been permitted on rare occasions. This time, she wanted it and didn't disguise her need.

Mom's ass twisted around on my face as I endeavored to plug my tongue inside her as far as I could. As her ass became more animated, I pulled out and teased her lips with sharp flicks of my tongue, then spread her cheeks and dragged my tongue across her asshole. Biting each cheek hard enough to produce a small yelp, I plunged my tongue back inside her cunt and wiggled it forcefully about. Five minutes of this and Mom was grunting like an animal. She was completely under my control, waiting to be taken.

Which I did. I rose up in a smooth movement and guided my cock into her hot, slick pussy, shoving in all the way in a single, long thrust. I had never felt anything so utterly wonderful. The sensations were devastating. No pussy had ever felt this good. I had found eternal bliss and made it mine.

Mom's breath had expelled completely as I reached full penetration and I began a slow steady fuck. I had expected her to fight me once the surprise was over but Mom never complained or even tried to unhorse me. Her hands covered her head as if she was blocking out what was happening but she shoved her ass back to meet every thrust.

I had planned that, should I be so lucky to have gotten this far, I would deliver the longest and best fuck Mom had ever experienced but she was just too exciting. In no time, my thrusts gained speed and vigor until I was literally heaving against her ass and gasping loudly as if Dad wasn't there. When I finally came, I discovered I was gripping her tits hard and biting the top of her shoulder, yet she had uttered not one word of complaint.
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For the next two weeks, Mom slapped me a lot. On Tuesdays and Thursdays I stayed home for some morning fun. On Monday and Wednesday nights, I snuck into Mom's room and took her on the floor. On the weekend, we managed to get a couple of hours on both Saturday and Sunday.

The nights were my favorite because that's when Mom let me fuck her on the floor beside the bed. She preferred lying on her side with her tits twisted onto the floor and her hips leaning just enough for her knee to rest on the carpet. Her ass looked larger that way, like a big heart, its roundness emphasized by the flare of her buttocks compared to her narrow waist. She always looked over her shoulder at me until I began to lose control. Then she turned toward the floor and pushed her ass up to meet every thrust with greater force.

I didn't particular like always taking Mom from behind. That's not why I preferred the nights, nor was it the thrill of having Mom with Dad sleeping a few feet away. In fact, that always made me nervous more than anything else. I worried that he might wake up, despite Mom's cavalier attitude, and wondered if she actually got off on doing it in front of him, so to speak, as some sort of payback for something that happened in the past — banishing Guido, for example. I worried even more that Dad was actually awake and pretending to be asleep while his own son took his woman. That thought bothered me a lot so I tried to push it out of my mind whenever it occurred. Mind you, it didn't bother me enough to stop fucking Mom right next to him.

No, the real reason I preferred the nights was because during the day Mom absolutely insisted on me coming on her before she would let me get inside her. It was a real trip at first, hovering over Mom, cock in hand and hosing her with my cum, but I tired of it soon enough. I preferred being inside her, the feel of her tummy and breasts against me, our limbs aligned and straining together toward a mutual release, joined, my cock ensconced in her velvetty, wet, pulsating cunt.

I also liked whispering sexy things to Mom and the intimate moments we shared after we came and the quiet way we were together downstairs after sex. It wasn't the same after spraying her with my waste, and the intimacy I so craved evaporated faster than my cum dried on Mom's skin. I grew to hate spilling my seed on her, especially on her face, despite her obvious relish of that once spurned treat.

Why? Why did she like to be demeaned that way? I didn't want to be a part of it any longer.
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So, on the third Monday I stayed home. We ate breakfast together and I pretended to get ready to leave for school but as soon as Dad left, I grabbed Mom's hand and began walking toward the stairs with her in tow.

"I have to work, Robert."

"Not today," I replied, starting up the stairs.

"Robert, we can't. We have responsibilities. Maybe tonight, or tomorrow."

"No. Today. Now."

I had dragged Mom halfway up the stairs. She stumbled and I paused while she removed her heels before they broke.

"Robert," she started to speak again but I dragged her the rest of the way up the stairs.

"What's come over you?" Mom asked. Beneath her exasperation I detected elation that I couldn't wait to have her.

"You. You've come over me," I answered, dragging Mom down the hall, loving the sound of her nylons whisking between her legs. She had to break out into a trot to keep up with me.

At her bed, I turned around and faced Mom, planting a kiss on her lips before she could speak. The kiss was long and hard, leaving us both breathing quickly. I was undoing her blouse when she finally found words.

"Robert, we shouldn't. You know what a mess you make."

She started breathing more quickly, almost panting, as soon as she said that as if the very thought of me spilling my spunk on her body made her hot.

"I'm not going to make a mess," I said.

I was pushing her blouse and jacket off her shoulders, baring her pendulous breasts as her bra came off with them.

"What?" she asked, sounding concerned.

"I'm not going to make a mess," I repeated, moving my hands down to Mom's skirt and roughly pushing it over her hips and down her legs.

"Why? I thought you wanted to... you seem so..."

Mom stood before me, confused, clad only in her panty hose and underwear. I grasped the waistband of the pantyhose and ripped it out, then dragged the shreds down her legs. Mom leaned against me, her hands on my shoulders, as I knelt down to push the hose off her legs. Standing up, I took my naked mother gently into my arms.

"I'm going to make love to you," I husked in her ear. "You're too beautiful to mess up."

I guided Mom back toward the bed.

"Too beautiful?" she asked.

"Yes," I confirmed. "You're too beautiful to mark up. I don't want to stain you again. I only want to make love to you."

Without another word, Mom fell back on the bed, opening her legs wide and bending them far back, offering me what I wanted most desperately in the whole world, her maternal pussy. I entered her as she threw her arms around me and hugged me tight.

"Then make love to me son," she cried.

I did, but she didn't seem satisfied and later I relented, propped up on one arm while I steered my cock around her stomach, witholding some from the puddle to spray on her tits and face.

I had failed.
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That night, I had another inspiration, my second insight. Mom was still a pretty woman and had been drop dead gorgeous in her twenties and early thirties. That, I had reasoned, was what underlay the hot leather outfits she wore, to distract men's attention from her face, to debase their shallow desire because they failed to recognize her inner beauty. By pushing their attention away from her face, she exposed their lust for an object, something that wasn't her, and so her inner self wasn't spurned but only unrecognized by the unworthy

Maybe Guido had recognized in Mom a desperate need to desecrate her outer beauty so badly she would do anything to achieve it. Maybe he had met someone like that before. That was the secret. I needed to show Mom that I didn't care about her gorgeous body.

The very next day, I put my new plan into action. Mom didn't work that day and I knew she would stay in bed until Dad had gone. If she didn't want to have sex, she would just ignore my advances. This I knew from experience.

I arrived in her room a good fifteen minutes after Dad had gone. I knew she would expect me right away and I wanted to send a signal that something was up. I was carrying a pair of my pajamas and was naked myself.

"You thought I wanted to watch you dress?" Mom asked, sarcastically.

"Nope. These are for you."

I flipped the covers back to reveal Mom's naked body. She hadn't worn a nightgown last night which made me think she had wanted sex either last night or this morning. Perfect.

"I'm not interested," she said. "If you couldn't be bothered last night, then I'm sure I can't be bothered this morning," she huffed, trying to pull the covers back over herself.

Silently, I held the pajama bottoms open and slipped them over Mom's feet.

"What are you doing?" she asked, trying to evade the pajamas with her second foot but failing.

She hadn't tried too hard, so I knew she was curious. I pushed the pajamas up past Mom's knees and then to her hips.

"Come on, lift," I instructed.

Intrigued, Mom laughed and lifted her ass off the bed. I pushed the bottoms over her hips, then pulled her up into a sitting position. After feeding her hands into the sleeves, I buttoned the pajamas over her pendulous breasts.

"This is new," Mom laughed again. "And not very flattering. Do you have a paper bag, too?"

I did up all the buttons and sat back to appreciate my work.

"Perfect," I exclaimed.

"And now you're going to rip them off, I suppose," Mom conjectured.

"No. Now, we're going to talk."

"I'm not going to talk about what you want to discuss."

"I don't want you to."

"Then, what's this all about."

"Nothing. I just want to talk."

"Well, this is awkward," Mom said.

"It doesn't have to be," I replied, swinging over Mom and landing on the other side of her. I made myself comfortable, then asked, "What did you have planned today?"

Mom rolled her eyes and looked at the ceiling. "A little shopping, maybe some golf, maybe a visit to our lawyer to see what it would cost to disown my son."

I laughed. "Mind if I go shopping with you?"

"I'm not going to have sex with you just because you say you'll go shopping."

"Then don't. I don't care."

The banter continued for quite a while but then a funny thing happened. Mom forgot about the ugly pajamas and trying to figure what I was up to. We ended up talking about piles of stuff, things that had happened years ago, things that had nothing to do with our family, just things. Anything that came into our minds.

Eventually, we were lying very close to each other, treating each other to small caresses, a light kiss, a stroke here and there. Our bodies pressed together and the kisses became more frequent and longer. Soon we were kissing intensely and straining against each other. Mom started to undo the buttons on the pajamas but I stopped her. Several kisses later, I grasped her breasts through the pajama top and she tried to undo the buttons again but I stopped her a second time. I lowered my mouth to her breast and covered it, finding and licking her nipple through the thick flannel. Mom sighed and pulled my head tight to her breast as she pushed it further into my mouth. I squeezed her breast to help her nipple fulfill its form, and sucked. Mom moaned, her fingers clawing through my hair, and I pushed my groin hard into hers.

"Let me get undressed," she moaned.

"No," I rasped, rubbing my cock harshly against her mound.

"Please, baby," Mom pleaded.

I didn't answer, instead rolling on top of her and, as she spread her legs, fed my cock through the pee hole in the pajamas she was wearing. She was already wet and I slid easily through her moist lips into the depths of her cunt, arching my back to penetrate as far as I could on the first thrust. Mom cried out and dug her heels into my buttocks, aiding even deeper penetration. I pulled back a little and then ground myself hard into her pussy, digging around in a small circle and squeezing her left tit hard.

"Fuck me," she gasped.

"I will," I panted.

Our hips were bucking frantically together, barely parting before grinding together again. I was so horny, I couldn't think. Mom clutched me with her arms and her legs prevented me from pulling away even if I'd wanted to. We fought a hard battle, fucking with our best effort, whispering to each other whenever we weren't moaning, gasping or, in my case, grunting.

"I love you," I cried, over and over.

"Fill me," Mom beseeched me and I granted her request, gushing inside her grasping, milking cunt.

For several minutes after Mom had pulled every drop of semen from within my body, she kept humping gently up against me and squeezing my cock with her pulpy walls, milking me even though I had no nutrients left to feed her.

After lunch, we made love again. She was wearing one of my sweatshirts and it hung down half way to her knees. Once again, I refused to let her take it off. Over the next few weeks, I refused to make love to her unless she was at least partly dressed. I urged her to quit wearing the short-skirted leather outfits, asking her to replace them with more conservative clothes. Mom obliged me and I made a point of getting her away somewhere in the house, drawing her panties off, and taking her standing up against a wall or bent over a piece of furniture, as long as she was still dressed. I always professed how much I liked her dressed more conservatively and remarked how it brought out the true woman within her. I absolutely refused to come anywhere but inside her and after a while, Mom stopped asking. Only then did I start undressing her again when we made love.
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"You know," Mom told me one day as we were at the front door about to leave, "your father wants to have sex more often lately."

"Really?" I asked.

"Yes. Does it bother you?"

"No, he's your husband and you love each other."

"Yes. More than I thought. He doesn't even let me take my nightgown off," she laughed. "Kind of like his son."

"Really?"

"Really," Mom smiled. "You know, he hardly used to look at me when I wore those sexy outfits."

"Maybe he thinks you're sexier the way you dress now."

"I think so," Mom mused. "He never did leer at me the way the others did, you know."

"Maybe he saw something they didn't."

"Yes, I think you're right, like someone else I know," Mom's smile widened. She opened the door a few inches, then turned to look back at me. "Did you know what else, Robert?"

"What?" I asked.

Mom's eyes smoldered. "I'm not wearing any panties," she husked.

I pushed the door closed.
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Several times in the year after that, Mom convinced me to go back to our old ways, but only on special occasions, anniversaries for events along the path of our seduction. I left more than a few stains on her but it was playful in nature and not something she craved. It was almost as if she needed to remind herself of what she had left behind. She wouldn't let me make love to her until she had sucked my cock and directed my semen all over her face and tits. Oh well, sometimes you just have to hunker down and do what you have to do.

After one such occasion, Mom seemed pensive.

"Your sister is very pretty."

"Uh huh," I agreed.

"She's a lot like me when I was young."

"Mmmhmm," I mumbled, disinterested, snuggling closer so my cock could nestle in Mom's bum.

"I'd hate to see her go through years of what I did."

"You really think she will?" I asked, nudging myself deeper between Mom's cheeks.

"Absolutely," she stated firmly. "Unless," Mom turned her head back to look at me with come-on eyes, "someone can teach her what she needs to know."

"Mom," I said, not sure she really meant what I thought she was suggesting.

"I'll give you something special if you do," Mom husked, arching her back and twisting her ass back until my tip penetrated her cheeks and nestled in her rear entrance.

A tube of lube suddenly appeared over her shoulder.

"If you promise, I'll let you have your treat early."​