Incest/Taboo Son Rise

The moan was real. It was mine and, though involuntarily produced, I amplified it to acknowledge the pure, raw pleasure his sliding shaft was delivering between my legs. God, I wished I could keep doing this with him. So what if he was my son. Only he could make me feel this good. In my heart, I knew it. That was why the young man's face was replaced with Jamie's when my pussy tingled the most.

I turned over onto my tummy, knowing my lover would magically follow without awkwardness. This was a dream, wasn't it.

"Do me, Jamie," I whispered thickly.

He was trying to push my legs apart but I was loathe to loosen my grip on his wonderful cock which pushed firmly against my pussy, trying to gain entrance. He was breathing heavily behind me, leaning over my back, scraping his lips across the back of my neck.

"Spread you legs, Mom," he rasped.

Always too eager, my boy. Where was that patient young man? Nevertheless, I opened my legs wide and poised up on my toes like that magical morning last week. Immediately, the bulbous head of his beautiful cock pushed into my slit and began forcing its way into my slippery channel. So thick, so hard. It felt so fucking good.

Oh Jamie, give it to me.

I let my knees contact the bed so I could leverage my butt up to meet him, pushing my pussy over his cockhead, enveloping his shaft.

"Fuck me, you beautiful boy," I half spoke, half moaned.

"I will," his thick voice answered.

Hands grasped my hips and lifted me onto my knees, his cock plunged deep, filling me, and his breath started sucking in and expelling loudly as his hips thrashed my ass.

This wasn't a dream. I was really getting fucked. Jamie was fucking me. Again.

"Jamie?" I cried.

"Yeah," he huffed. "Yeah... yeah... yeah..."

"No, Jamie... no."

"Yeah, Mom... yeah."

He was rocking me on my shoulders, holding my hips in place, riding me. It was so good... just this one time. I moaned my pleasure, encouraging him.

No... you can't!

I threw myself down, flat on the bed, hurling my body off his cock, leaving him dangling, hunched over me. Before he could react, I twisted around onto my back but before I could escape from underneath, his weight dropped on top of me, pinning me between him and the mattress. We lay there, gasping, reality setting in.

"Jamie, let me up."

"I can't Mom." He moved and the hard thickness of his cock told me he spoke the truth. No man that excited could let a woman, lying underneath him with legs spread wide, leave. He rubbed his hardness across my mound.

"We can't, Jamie."

"We've already done it," he replied, rubbing me harder.

I brought my hands up to hold the sides of his face, found his forehead and kissed it.

"We just can't, baby."

"Why not?" he implored, replacing his forehead with his lips, enveloping mine.

"We just can't. That's the way it is."

Jamie's lips engaged mine in a series of light kisses.

"I know you want to," he whispered between kisses. "If you didn't, why did you show me your legs so much downstairs?"

I was caught.

"That doesn't matter. None of it does. We just can't do it anymore and that's all there is to it."

"That's not fair," he said.

"I know," I managed to whisper before the long kiss started.

When his tongue slid between my lips, God help me, my legs pulled up and wrapped around his. My toes were scratching down the back of his legs when the kiss ended. I started to speak, to deny him, but our lips met again, tongues intertwining, his in my mouth, mine in his, our bodies straining together.

His thickness felt so good. Just a little longer, then I'll push him away.

I don't know which kiss we were on, there were so many, when I realized his cock was no longer rubbing my pussy but was sliding through it, in and out, fucking me. No, not fucking. We were making love — our bodies straining, sweating, dancing together. Before e had fucked but now we were making love. I dug my heels into the back of his thighs and lifted my hips up, holding myself as tightly to him as I could.

"Love me, baby," I whispered. "Make love to me."

Jamie didn't answer. His mouth was busy sucking and nibbling my flesh, everywhere he could reach without interrupting the churning hips that were driving his manhood into me, filling me with such scintillating pressure I cried out many times.

"Love me!"

I tried desperately to match my movements to his, to maximize the contact of our sking, to become one. When he filled me, he hovered over me for a minute, then collapsed onto me. I shoved him off a few minutes later.

"Get off me you big oaf," I said.

He was quiet, lying beside me, and I thought he was afraid to speak. Was he waiting to see how I would react? I raised my hand to comfort him, to pat him on his chest but it fell lower, on his tummy. It wasn't a flat, muscled stomach that I patted, though. It was a thick, manly cock. I patted it several times before my brain interpreted the signals from my fingers and by then it was already stiffening. My hand paused, lying over its length, feeling it strengthen, unable to resist curling around its impressive tumescence.

"Mom?"

I gripped his cock tightly. "It's alright," I said.

Upon my words, his cock grew an inch. Too bloody right, it's alright, I thought.

I swung up and over his body, positioning myself over his cock just as it hardened enough to lurch off his stomach. He had teased me before, now it was my turn. I would show him a thing or two about control.

I was merciless with him for the next hour. It's one thing for a woman to reach desperately up with her hips to keep her man's cock inside her but quite another for a man to try to get inside a woman's teasing pussy. He begged me... actually begged. God, how a woman can enjoy her power. I have to say, after I finally relented and let him inside me, riding him was one of the best fucks of my life. Almost as good as the one before it.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

It's Sunday morning. I have just finished my breakfast and seen Ken off to his boat. Jamie slept in and I told Ken the fresh air was too much for him.

"You and your boat can have him on Saturdays but Sundays are mine."

Ken thought that was fair and so does Jamie. We make love every Sunday, several times, and usually fuck once or twice during the week.

Jamie went on our first cruise and has joined us every time since. I like cruising on the boat. In the mornings, Ken takes the dinghy out to fish and set the crab traps. Jamie and I sleep in. We don't mind being on our own, we don't mind at all. Once we're on our way on a long leg, Ken usually goes below for a nap, leaving Jamie and I on the bridge. I love waving at the other boats as we pass by, sitting astride my son, enjoying the thrum of the engine and the way it makes his cock vibrate inside me. Oh yeah, I love those long legs.

Funny thing. Ken never visited my room again.​