Incest/Taboo Sylvia, Neil and Bobbie, Too

"That's exactly it. He's eighteen and a man now, at least technically. Enough to go fight and die in Vietnam, for chrissake!"

"Yeah, and it's an...interesting feeling when you realize you have a grown man in the house."

Sylvia paused, not sure of how to interpret Bobbie's comment. It made her think about the developments with her son in the past few days and her new feelings for him.

"He may be a grown adult, but he'll never stop being my little boy."

"No argument there, love."

"Living in the house with an adult child."

"An oxymoron, yes? Confusing at times."

Sylvia rubbed her feet against Bobbie's.

"Let's get under the blankets, eh?"

"Of course."

As their naked bodies slid beneath the bedclothes, Sylvia continued.

"But sometimes they get adult habits."

Bobbie chuckled. "Like what? Jerking off?"

Sylvia nodded vigorously, poking Bobbie's shoulder. "Exactly!"

"Oh, there was plenty of evidence of my boy doing that, and then I found his stash of adult magazines."

"Sweet mercy!"

"Quite a shock for a mother, but then you think about it." The lovers returned to intertwining their bodies, soft blankets cocooning them. "You want your boy to be curious about women, right?"

"Yes, when you think of it that way." Sylvia wriggled her way into a comfortable position, her head resting against Bobbie's massive breasts. "I haven't found evidence of any racy magazines, but he has no problem leaving evidence of jerking off."

"What, that tell-tale crust on his old socks and underwear?" Bobbie smiled, placing her hand on Sylvia's head, pulling her face against her breasts. "He's certainly not blowing his nose in them."

Sylvia took a deep breath and sighed. She loved the soft, supportive feel of her lover's bounty.

"No, he jerks off in the shower."

"Ohhh, a special gift for you, eh?"

"Jesus, he's such a bad boy. He hogs the shower in the morning until I have to run him out, and the past week he's been leaving a big glop of semen in the drain."

"Damn!"

"Yeah, and it keeps the tub from draining, so I have to dig it out!"

"Jesus, girlfriend, that must be a lot of jizz to clog it up!"

"Damn right, it is. It gets caught in the screen over the drain."

"So you just toss it away?" Bobbie sighed.

Sylvia was about to reply 'yes', but paused. Intrigued, Bobbie's eyebrows raised.

"What do you do with it?"

Now Sylvia wanted to lie to her Mama, to hide her shame, but couldn't.

"Have you ever tasted semen?" Sylvia looked up at Bobbie's face.

Bobbie gasped. "Of course!" She slapped Sylvia's butt. "Oh, my god! You don't mean..."

Sylvia nodded. Even in the dim light, Bobbie could tell her lover's face had flushed crimson.

"Oh, naughty mother! God, I don't know if that's incest or not!"

Sylvia thought Bobbie would disapprove and admonish her, but no. By all indicators, Bobbie was enthralled.

"Well? How did it taste?"

"Like a man's come, that's all." Sylvia felt her body glowing with arousal and shame. "Only this time it was my boy's come." She surprised herself by confessing to what was most likely incest, but in the past twenty-four hours with Bobbie, her new lover had shared so many secrets, Sylvia was compelled to return the kindness.

"Oh, my word." Bobbie sighed again, shaking her head, but smiling broadly. "I must admit, that's so fucking hot. What possessed you?"

"Jesus, Bobbie." Sylvia knelt at the confessional, with her priestess/lover on the other side of the screen, listening intently. "Not having a man or any sign of a man in my bed for so many years can get to a woman."

"You don't have to tell me, honey. I totally understand. It almost drove me crazy."

"And when there's a big glop of fresh semen, all slick and sticky between your fingers, the stuff of life! You want to remember times when you had a real, live man in your bed, pumping endless seed into every hole!"

"Oh, god, yes." Bobbie paused. Sylvia's frankness was getting her aroused again. "I'm ashamed to say that when my darling William started soiling his laundry, I just shook my head and smiled. He was fully eighteen and acting like a man should. I couldn't help but think of him masturbating."

"Sometimes, you take what you can get," Sylvia replied, eyeing Bobbie's breast like a hill to be conquered, her thick, erect nipple a succulent, red apex. "I wonder if Neil's fucking yet. I wonder if he's a virgin, or if he's fooling around with his schoolmates."

"All mothers wonder when their boys will lose their cherries, and hopefully they don't suffer any consequences."

"Yes. This is when I wish a man was around to give him the 'birds and bees' talk."

"Hell, I gave it to Billy myself."

"Really?"

"Yes, I forced myself to. It was tough. I was nervous as hell, but it needed to be done."

"How did he respond?"

Bobbie laughed, imitating her son. "Okay, Mom. Thanks!" He didn't bat an eye when I gave him a pack of rubbers.

They kissed some more, bodies rubbing together, falling silent for a few moments. Bobbie finally spoke.

"You went further than I did with my boy."

"What?" Sylvia looked up at her friend.

"I don't think I'd have the courage to taste his semen. Of course, it wasn't right there in the bathtub, begging me to try it."

"Not the same on an old pair of underwear, huh?" Sylvia teased.

"Yeccch!" Bobbie grimaced. "Okay, if I found it in the tub, yes, I would've given it the taste test."

"Do you think it's incest? I mean, tasting semen?" Sylvia, very subtlely, started to toy with Bobbie's breast, circling the nipple with her forefinger. "It's not like he mounted me or anything." The vision entered her mind the moment she said it, forcing another nervous giggle.

"Ah, I guess it depends on who you ask. Of course, your boy doesn't know what you're doing."

"No." Sylvia pushed her face in the sweet valley of flesh in front of her.

"Then I wouldn't worry about it." Bobbie rubbed the back of Sylvia's head, then shared another kiss with her lover. "I know my thoughts were incestuous, what with Billy getting so big and strong."

"God, I feel the same way." Sylvia's eyes reflected the dim light as she looked back up. "Honey, are we perverts? Is this something we should even be talking about?"

"Oh, fuck it, Sylvia." Bobbie gazed into her friend's eyes. "These days there's so much violence. The war, protests, rampant mur*er. I hate watching the news these days. It's like the whole world's about to blow up! I think our dirty minds are the least of God's worries."

"I know what you mean. I just think so much about my boy getting sent to the jungle to fight."

"Me, too. I'm glad William got his ass motivated and went to college. I practically threatened him."

"Yes, yes...it's like they don't fully realize how their decisions right now can affect their lives forever. Jesus, they're still so young and innocent."

"Not as young and innocent as we may think, my love." Bobbie gave Sylvia's butt a squeeze, pressing her warm fur against her lover's hip. Her clit was rising again from beneath its hood. "As for our naughty incest fantasies, goddammit, I came so close to fucking my boy, but didn't. Part of me admires my restraint. Who knows what effect it would've had on him? The other part wishes I could've sent him off to college with a bed-wrecking marathon."

"Oh, Bobbie!" Sylvia started pressing back against her friend, heat simmering between their naked bodies.

"Oh, come on. He was a grown man as far as the world was concerned. Still my little boy, but legally an adult."

"Okay, another confession."

"I think I can guess."

"Jesus, we've shared so much the past couple of days, I just gotta get it out." Sylvia once again toyed with Bobbie's nipple, barely realizing they had started moving against each other.

"Don't hold back."

"Well..." Sylvia's face was beet red. "Me, too." She looked up at Bobbie like a naughty little girl.

"Okay, I have to hear more than 'me, too'." Bobbie raised an eyebrow. "Let me guess. He's all grown now, so you're looking at him in ways you shouldn't?"

"Yes." Sylvia didn't realize she was gently tugging her lover's thick nipple. Bobbie felt the electricity tingling, arcing down to her already-enflamed pussy, but persisted, wanting to draw out the rest of the story.

"Touching him more than you should?"

"Not so much, but when I do, I have to remember that I'm his mother."

"Dreaming about him fucking you?"

Several seconds passed before Sylvia responded. "Yes."

"Aaaand...masturbating to thoughts of him?

Sylvia nodded her head, almost averting her eyes in shame. She forced herself to maintain Bobbie's gaze.

"Well, fuck! Join the club, honey," Bobbie huffed. "Tell me something that's really going to shock me!"

Sylvia bit her lower lip and nodded again. She was getting quite horny.

"When was the last time you and your son shared a bed?" Bobbie tilted her head. "I mean, not sexually, but just sleeping together."

"Kindergarten? Maybe later?"

"Okay, then, the usual."

"Yeah."

"Well, it's a bit more complicated with Billy and me."

"Do tell."

Bobbie exhaled, turning her eyes to the ceiling, again transporting herself back in time. "After my man died, it was really tough for both of us." Bobbie paused. "I mean really tough. It was like having part of your body removed. Part of your soul. Billy was so young, then, he was shattered."

"No doubt."

"We had just weaned him away from sleeping with us, and my god, it was a Herculean task!"

"Like my baby, he didn't like it at all, sleeping alone."

"Oh, hell, no. My god, the crying and tantrums! The pleading! It took several weeks before he finally stayed in his room. Ronnie and I put a Mickey Mouse night light right next to his bed and told him to keep watch on it."

"Yes."

"We pinned up photos of ourselves so he could see them in the glow of the nightlight. We read to him until he dozed off. Still, it was a nightmare for awhile."

"Jesus, does every parent go through this?"

"I don't know, but at last...at last...he started falling asleep in his room and staying there through the night."

Bobbie exhaled again as she examined an errant handprint on the dresser mirror.

"Then my Ronnie left this world."

"Oh, Jesus."

"After that, I couldn't tell my sweet William to sleep in his own bed."

Sylvia stroked her lover's face.

"I mean, in time, after the first shock passed and the grief became manageable, whatever the hell that means, I slowly encouraged him to sleep in his own bed again. Then I was the one with the empty bed. I missed that warm body next to me, and when my angel boy was having a bad night and came into my room, I couldn't turn him away."

"Yes, my love."

"Now don't get me wrong," Bobbie kissed Sylvia's palm. "By no means was it sexual. Damn, he was just a child!"

"I understand."

"We shared my bed on and off for years. Never did I sleep better than when my boy was nearby. No substitute for a lover, but still..."

"Closeness and warmth. I missed that like crazy."

"Did you sleep alone?"

"Yes, except for a few nights when Neil was sick. I'd lie there and cuddle him."

"From what you've told me over the years, I think Neil's a bit more independent than my boy."

"I don't know. Independent isn't the right word. Dan and I also struggled to get him to sleep in his own bedroom. We just never reverted back after Dan flew the coop."

"Of course, I'd refrain from masturbating when he was in my bed."

Sylvia giggled again, forcing a snort from Bobbie.

"I mean, even as he grew into his teens, I just didn't have any other feelings for him than maternal," Bobbie said. "Just warm closeness and motherly love."

"How did it change?"

"Well..." Bobbie thought carefully about what to say next. "He was a senior in high school and had just turned eighteen. My boy had grown up and was now a man, but we still shared a bed from time to time."

"My Neil would rather die than sleep with his mother."

"We had done it so frequently over his lifetime, not much thought was given to it. Really, I don't think Billy wanted his friends to know he still slept with his mother! But one night I awoke from a dream and he was right beside me."

"And?"

"It took me awhile to figure out what was going on..."

"Yes?" Sylvia listened intently, eyes wide.

"Then it dawned on me." Bobbie shook her head, embarrassed with her words. "He was masturbating!"

"Oh, Jesus!" Sylvia's eyebrows raised as she put her hand over her mouth.

"Well, I guess he thought I was asleep."

"He couldn't hold back?"

"Apparently not. He was stroking that thing without mercy, hardly making a sound. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to move and startle him. Then something else happened."

"Yes? Go on."

"Dammit if I didn't find myself getting wet!"

"Oh, my lord!" Sylvia giggled.

"Goddammit, if my pussy wasn't throbbing along with his strokes!"

"Oh, my! What did you do?"

"I just lie there, doing nothing, keeping my breathing as steady as I could. Jesus, the moment his body jerked, I knew he had come. Then he rolled over and got still."

"Oh, god. What did you do?"

"What could I do? I wanted so much to slip my fingers inside. By then, it wouldn't have taken much for me to climax."

"You never did."

"No, I just lie there for what seemed like hours until I fell back asleep. In the morning, he was up and about, like nothing had happened."

"He didn't realize you were awake."

"I guess not." Bobbie kept shaking her head. "That morning, I saw him in a totally different light. He was still my boy, but of course, he was a man. I couldn't get the image of him masturbating out of my mind. I mean, he was only inches away from me, and I could feel the heat coming off his body."

"Was that the only time?"

Bobbie shook her head. "Nope, not by a long shot."

"Oh, Jesus."

"One night, I rolled over. I didn't mean to get so close to him, but I did. Then something poked me in the rump."

Sylvia giggled.

"That thing was at full mast. I just froze! I didn't know what to do. Again, not having a man between my legs for years didn't help. God, it made me so horny, I had a lump in my throat. I started thinking to myself is he doing it on purpose? Does he know what he's doing?"

"God, this is so naughty."

"I'm telling it to you straight, my love. Between his nightly jacking off and his boner poking at me, the moment I had some alone time, I came and came."

"Thinking about him?"

"Dammit." Bobbie's face was beet red. "I couldn't help it. He was eighteen and ready to fuck."

"What did you do?"

"Absolutely nothing. I didn't have the courage. I didn't want to be guilty of misreading his actions and totally destroying our relationship."

"But him jerking off in your bed, what did you make of that?"

"Well, kids have been known to do stupid things."

"Tell me about it, my love."

"There was a slight chance he didn't know I was aware of things. Still, I was naughty."

"What did you do?"

Bobbie held onto her answer for a few eternal seconds.

"I stopped wearing panties to bed."

"Oh, my lord."

"It's true. Not only that, I also started wearing shorter nighties. Let's just say he could see what was underneath, in case he was looking."

"God, this is so sinfully wrong, but it's getting me so hot." Sylvia squirmed against Bobbie's skin. "You don't mind, do you?"

"Not at all, angel." Bobbie pulled Sylvia back to her breast, making sure her own hot fur was pressed against her body. "I was being a bad mother. It got to a point where every night, I'd wish he would start something, I mean..." Bobbie paused. "Just start touching me."

"It got that intense."

"Yes. He just wore his shorts and nothing else to bed. I don't think he was aware at how all that bare skin was getting me worked up."

"It's certainly getting me worked up."

"Horny girl." Bobbie planted a kiss on her lover's forehead. "That last night before he went off to college, part of me was hoping I'd get a special going-away gift."

"Well?"

Another long pause.

"God, it was strange. Intense. Fuck, I don't know what to call it."

"How so, love?"

"After we had turned off the TV and the lights...did I mention I put a portable television in the bedroom? Looking back, I realize it was to encourage him to stay with me and watch it."

"Makes sense, and you're giving me ideas."

"Anyway, we said our good-nights and I just lie there, waiting for his touch. I'm not sure why. He'd rarely touch me when we were in bed, except for horseplay or a kiss on the cheek. I was practically naked, wearing some sluttish nightgown that pretty much exposed my entire body. In time, I fell asleep. Of course, dreams tormented me. It was there we did all of the perverted, incestuous things I had come to want from my boy."

"Nothing happened."

Thunder gently rumbled outside. Both women turned looked at the shaded window. Bobbie continued.

"Well, it's difficult to tell. I awoke the next morning and he was already in the kitchen, making coffee. The moment my eyes opened, I realized my nightgown was bunched up above my hips, right up under my tits."

"Oh, my goodness!"

"I felt something wet on the inside of my thigh." Bobbie took a long, deep breath, then exhaled. "And that was it."

"Was it his come?"

"It had been there so long, I didn't know if it was come, or my own wet pussy, just drooling with need for his cock. At the time, I slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom to straighten up and wipe myself dry. Then I put on my robe and joined him for breakfast."

"And nothing was said?"

"Not a word. He was off to college and we never shared a bed again. He met his wife and that was that."

"Oh, honey."

"And now this."

Sylvia slipped up to kiss Bobbie on the mouth. Bobbie's story had enflamed Sylvia so much, she was about to start masturbating herself, and Sylvia's confession had, of course, put her lover's mind to spinning. A kiss turned into more as their mouths battled together. Soon, Sylvia took a nipple in her mouth as Bobbie hissed with pleasure, nursing.

"God, this feels so good, honey. Suck it...harder!"

Sylvia obeyed, drawing on Bobbie's breast like an infant, moaning slightly, loving the thick, erect nipple in her mouth. She reached out and started squeezing Bobbie's other breast, forcing her to squirm, rubbing her hot fur against Sylvia's heavenly flesh.

"Dammit, my pussy's on fire," Bobbie whispered. "I wish my son had taken me that night. But now I'm the luckiest woman in the world."

Their hips started moving against each other as Sylvia released Bobbie's nipple, trailing kisses down her thick, luscious body.

"Oh, that's it, my love." Bobbie looked down at her lover, watching her lips touch her skin over and over. "Mama needs you so much."

Sylvia boldly kissed lower and lower until she nuzzled Bobbie's fur. By then, Bobbie was moaning with arousal, her body writhing impatiently, needing more. She almost lost her mind when Sylvia began kissing and nuzzling her pubic mound.

"Ohhh, my god, what are you doing, honey?"

Sylvia, grinning devilishly, looked up at her lover.

"Mama, I need to..." She licked her lips. "I need to learn. Can you teach me how?"

Part Five -- Sylvia and Neil, Sittin' in a Tree...

The door closed behind Sylvia as she entered the kitchen, kicking off her pumps and hanging up her purse. She paused a moment, realizing she had licked her friend through multiple orgasms only half an hour before.

Okay, keep cool. Everything's normal. Oh, who am I kidding?

"Mom?" Neil called from the living room.

"Yes, honey." Sylvia opened the buttons of her blouse, noticing one was loose after almost getting it ripped from her torso by an impatient Bobbie.

I'll put this aside for mending.

"Everything okay?" Her son asked. Sylvia nodded, sitting next to Neil, rubbing her stockinged feet. He reached out to squeeze her shoulder, forcing her to quell a gasp and a shudder.

Oh, Jesus, Neil. I think I'm going crazy. Hold on, girl. Stay calm.

"Yes, we accomplished a lot and I think we're in the clear."

That's an interesting way of talking about your lesbian love life.

"That's good."

She looked down at her near-naked son. She couldn't help but again marvel at his full package.

That would fill me up with no problem. Oh, what's a mother to do?

"Come watch TV with me, Mom." He smiled, looking up at her. "I haven't been with you at all weekend."

Sylvia couldn't help but squeeze his arm in return, gazing at his gentle face.

"Okay, baby." She stood. "Let me get comfortable."

After Bobbie's revelation, Sylvia's mind raced with thoughts of her son. She managed to control herself for an hour or so while they watched the usual Sunday evening television fare, side by side, close enough for Sylvia to feel the heat from his young body.

Oh, god. I so much want to touch him. I wish he'd throw a leg over me or rest his head on my shoulder, or my breast. I'd spontaneously come for him.

Around nine-thirty, she stood up and stretched, scrunching the carpet with her toes.

"Okay, that's it for me, and you need to get to bed yourself, young man," she admonished him. "No avoiding school tomorrow."

And I've tortured myself enough. Time to get into bed and masturbate.

"Yes, Mom." Neil stood up and turned off the TV. "See you in the morning."

He put his arms around her waist and, for just a moment, pressed his body against hers as he planted a kiss on her cheek. She smiled and hugged him in return, closing her eyes, fighting for control.

Now kiss me on the mouth and come to bed with me, son.

Sylvia masturbated herself to sleep, thinking of her son, of Bobbie and sweet William, and Bobbie wailing with delight, overjoyed that Sylvia learned how to eat pussy so well. They lapped at each other's juices, convulsing with multiple orgasms. Bobbie once again helped her clean up when the clock dictated she must return to her son.

"How are we going to keep this up?" Sylvia asked, primping her hair in the mirror while Bobbie smoothed a crease from her friend's blouse, noticing the loose button. "We can't work overtime every weekend."

"I've been thinking about that, girlfriend." Bobbie stood behind Sylvia, looking into the mirror, gazing into her own eyes. "We just need to join a women's bowling league."

Sylvia laughed, turning to kiss her friend. Bobbie drew Sylvia against her naked breasts, feeling the rough fabric of the blouse rub against her still-erect nipples, while their mouths lingered as one. The next moment, they rubbed noses.

"I'm totally serious, honey. What do old, single broads like me usually do for excitement?"

"Oh, I believe you, darling," Sylvia whispered against Bobbie's lips. "That's a great idea." A moist peck on the nose. "And it might just work."

"Of course, we need to buys shoes and balls, but we'll practice here, in my bedroom."

"Why, of course." Sylvia giggled with excitement, envisioning a totally logical reason for her to disappear at least one night per week to explore their relationship.

"Or we could join some ladies church group."

"Ohhh!" Sylvia giggled even more. "That would be so kinky!"

"Wouldn't it be? And we wouldn't need to buy any equipment. And with all the repressed church women out there, we could initiate a threesome, or fuck, maybe an orgy!"

"Oh, my god!" Sylvia wanted so much to get back into bed, but pulled away. "Okay, sweetheart." She placed one more lingering kiss on Bobbie's mouth. "We'll talk about it tomorrow at lunch."

Now at home, in her dark bedroom, Sylvia's fingers coaxed yet another wet climax out of her pussy and she slipped beneath the waves. Still, dreams of all kinds filled her brain. Of course, they all had a common theme.

Ohhh...ohhh.

As naked bodies writhed together in Sylvia's dreamscape, a distant moaning gently crept into her brain. It was hard to tell where the sound came from, or who it belonged to.

Ohhh...ohhh...ah...ah...ahh...ahhhhg.

Someone was having an orgasm, or was at least on their way, but who? Slowly, Sylvia rose back into consciousness. She had no choice. The sound became the focus of her attention. However, she didn't want to wake up, less the moaning cease.

Uhhh...uhhh...uhhhnnnggg...

Too late. Her eyes blinked open in the dark bedroom. Spots swam before her eyes as she was greeted by silence.

Goddammit! Why did I wake myself up?

Then she heard the moaning again. This time, it was real. She knew this wasn't a dream.

"Ohhh...ohhh..."

She turned her head to the side, her nose rubbing against the soft pillow.

"Ahhh, ahhh, oh, god..."

The noise was coming from the next room, Neil's bedroom!

"Ahhh, ahhhggg..."

Oh, my god. Is he in pain? Is it a nightmare? Or is it something else?

Sylvia lifted up on her elbows, positioning her head so she could better hear her son's cries. As she focused her hearing, shutting out everything else, she could also hear panting and the creaking of bedsprings. Blood rushed to her face as she realized what was happening.

Jesus, he's masturbating. My young man is jacking himself off! And not too quietly.

Sylvia felt the heat on her neck and cheeks, then noticed a fire starting in her nether region.

Oh, my dear boy, yes. Get yourself off, love. Listening to you is so damn hot!

By this time, Sylvia was fully awake and aroused. She felt her erect nipples rubbing against the fabric of her nightgown. Without a thought, her hand dropped to her pubic mound, squeezing it.

Oh, god forgive me, I need to get closer! I can't pass up this chance!

With extreme care, she pulled the blankets away and swung her legs around, placing her feet on the carpeted floor. She paused.

What shall I do next?

There was a door between the bedrooms, but it hadn't been used in years. Sylvia's nightstand partially blocked it. The door still had an old-fashioned keyhole, one that would allow a person to peer into the next room to some degree. She had placed a strip of electrical tape over her side after a very young Neil took to spying on her through it. It was merely innocent curiosity, something most children do, and until now, she had no intention of removing it and having her son watch her in the privacy of her bedroom.

Now the shoe was on the other foot. She knelt on the floor.

Slowly shuffling across the carpet on her bare knees, Sylvia drew her face near the door and the keyhole. As carefully as a mouse removed cheese from a trap, she reached out and peeled back the tape.

God, this is so wrong. So naughty. What if he catches me?

With her heart in her throat and her wet pussy practically dripping with arousal, Sylvia couldn't help but smile.

And what if he did?

She put her eye level with the keyhole, taking care not to press her face against it and make the door creak. The light in Neil's bedroom wasn't much better than the murky darkness of hers, so Sylvia had to take a minute and let her eyes adjust.

"Ohhh, ohhh yes..."

Goddammit, eyes, focus on something!

Finally, she made out the foot of his bed and a streak of silver moonlight crossing the Jefferson Airplane poster on the wall behind him. She held her breath, peering into the darkness.

Her eyes adjusted at long last and, suddenly, she could see.

Oh, my god. My boy...my sweet, darling son.

Neil lie, totally nude, on top of the blankets. One hand trailed off to the side, clutching something she could not make out. In his other hand was what appeared to be a piece of silky, dark fabric.

Oh, mercy!

She realized the fabric was wrapped around his jutting shaft as he stroked it slowly. Her face burned as her heart thumped away, pulsing in her ears.

Jesus, I'm watching my son masturbate. My own son!

She lowered her bare bottom, resting on her heels, concentrating on the vision before her.

"Ohhh, ahhhggg..."

Neil writhed and humped against his hand.

Oh, my poor boy. He's so horny. He needs relief. I wish I could give it to him.

Thoughts of joining him were quickly set aside.

Seeing me at his bedside right now would traumatize him forever.

As Sylvia watched her son stroke away, her pussy throbbing, it dawned on her what Neil had wrapped around his cock. She stifled a gasp.

Oh, my god! My red panties! My special red panties!

The mystery of her missing garments was solved. But now, she was preoccupied with other thoughts as her slender fingers rubbed her smooth ladyfur. Without even realizing it, Sylvia was gently circling her erect clit.

Oh, my sweet boy, masturbating with my red panties! How did he find out about them? Was he just digging through my drawers for anything? Jesus, this is so perverted.

The sparking, throbbing sensation from her clit distracted her. She smiled, eyes closing for a moment, lost in sinful pleasure.

Watching my own son masturbate and rubbing my pussy as well. Naughty, naughty Sylvia.

As urgent fingers toyed away, she opened her eyes and focused again on her son. She still couldn't make out what was in his other hand. It was still too dark.

What is he holding? Dammit!

Then, suddenly, all was revealed. Neil brought his other hand up to his chest.

Fuck! How did I not guess?

Neil grasped her red bra, biting his lower lip as he rubbed the fabric over his erect nipples, never faltering with his strokes. Without realizing it, Sylvia nodded.

Yes, my love, my dear boy. Get yourself off with my bra and panties. That's what they're for. For both of us.

She wanted to be with her son so badly she couldn't breathe.

Oh, honey, I could make you come so hard. Suck your tits. Suck your cock. Lower my dripping pussy on top of you. Buck against your young body. I could give you so much pleasure. Incest would be an honor.

Neil's lips started moving. It was apparent he was nearing climax. His stroking increased in speed and his hips started rising rhythmically.

Oh, God, I'm going to watch my boy come, but what is he saying to himself?

Her fingers blurred away as she tried to read his lips.

Oh, shit. I think I'm about to come, too.

She squinted, desperately looking at his mouth, trying to interpret what he was saying as he neared completion. Neil started repeating the same word over and over. Sylvia focused on nothing but his face and her own about-to-burst pussy. Then, in that moment, she understood what he was saying under his breath. The word she never thought her son would say, but was overjoyed that he did.

Ma...Ma...MAMA!!!

At that moment, Neil's body jerked. Thick jets of come erupted from the tip of his cock, and for a moment, his words became audible.

"Mama...Mama! Ohhhh, Mama, make it come! Yes...yes!!!" He clenched his teeth, growling, gyrating his hips in ecstasy as he came and came.

Oh, shit! My beautiful, sexy son!

A split second later, a climax overtook her. She fought to keep still, to keep quiet, as her body reeled from wave after wave of the orgasm.

Oh, fucking fuck fuck fuck! My boy is coming for me! I'm coming for him! Yes! YES!!!

Time blurred as her mind overloaded with the vision of her son climaxing and her own intense orgasm. The next thing she knew, she was sitting on her bare ass on the carpet, twitching fingers buried deep inside her pussy.

Goddamn. God. Damn!

She glanced back to the door, licking juices from her fingers. The next moment, she brought her eye to the keyhole again.

My sweet boy.

Neil had rolled over, still naked atop the blankets. Carefully, Sylvia replaced the strip of tape over the keyhole and crept back into bed.

The rest of the night was filled with restless thoughts and disjointed dreams. She so much wanted to have Neil between her thighs, his young, firm body pounding against her. Dammit, he was masturbating with her bra and panties and crying out for his mother. Why shouldn't she take the next step?

The alarm rang at the usual time, but still, it was too early.

Goddammit.

Sylvia, already awake, opened her eyes to the day. She heard her son in the shower and wondered what would come next.

Of course, Neil was back into his old habit.

"Dammit, Neil, get your ass out of the shower...NOW!"

"All right, Mom, all right! I'm almost done!"

Right. About to leave another glop of come for your mother to swallow. I'm getting tired of sloppy seconds!

Sylvia huffed, obsessed by what had transpired the night before. She couldn't get the image of her son's copious ejaculation out of her mind. She wished he would've injected his seed deep inside her body and not let it dry on her panties.

Give Mama your seed, young man.

She absentmindedly squeezed her breasts through her robe.

Always give Mama your come...always and forever.

Another minute passed and Sylvia's blood pressure was rising.

Then it happened.

"Fuck this shit," she muttered to herself and, with a twist of the doorknob, entered the bathroom. Her brain was such a mess, sense and reason had little sway in the matter.

Jump into the abyss and see where you land.

Her robe fell to the floor and she entered the shower.

"Mom, what the hell! What are you doing?" Neil shouted, confronted by his naked mother, his cock bobbing at full mast.

"Look at that thing!" She pointed at his affliction. Even then, she hesitated for a split-second.

Oh, god, oh, god, am I crazy? Like my boy said, what the fuck am I doing?

None of this seemed real to Sylvia, but she battled on, kicking the slats out from underneath her mental and moral framework. "Dammit, Neil, can't you tame that monster?"

"Mom, don't look at me! I'm naked!" Neil could have easily run from the shower, but didn't.

Get hold of that thing, girl. Get hold of your son. Fuck it. Time to find out where we stand.

"Here." She reached out and turned him around, facing away from her. The moment her hands touched his wet, naked skin, her brain instantly focused and the last shreds of her reservations and confusion dissolved.

Fuck it. Either he'll hate me for life and need therapy, or we're going to make some memories!

"I'll take care of that damn thing!"

She drew up behind him, pressing her own wet, naked body against his.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Neil protested, but didn't fight or try to break away as his mother grasped the base of his cock.

"Jesus, you're going to make us both late!" She began stroking his cock, mashing her fur against his tensing buttocks.

"Mom! No, Mom! Mom!" Neil's protests became weaker and weaker as he allowed his mother to jerk him off.

"Mom...oh, Mom...ohhh..." His voice dropped into moans of pleasure as he relented.

"That's it." Sylvia's voice relaxed. "Let Mama take care of that."

"Jesus, Mom," he groaned. "It feels so good."

"Does it?" She spooned her naked body against his, stoking her own flames as well.

"Oh, god, don't stop."

"Don't worry." Sylvia pressed her face against his wet shoulder as she rubbed her erect clit against his skin. "Just let it happen. Come for me. Come for Mama."

"Oh, yes, Mama...yes." Neil pressed his hands against the tiles in front of him as his mother's strokes increased. "Yes."

"That's good." Sylvia felt the approaching orgasm, both in her son and herself. His cock was starting to tense over and over as he panted with pleasure. "Let it come, honey. It's okay."

"Yes, Mama, yes."

Sylvia, almost without thinking, tugged on his nipple.

"Oh...oh, shit, Mom, goddammit!"

Neil's body quivered as he braced himself.

"Yes, honey, YES!" Sylvia cooed, her own pussy about to burst. "Let it come for Mama. Good boy. My good, good boy!"

Then it happened.

"Coming for you, Mama! Coming!" Like the night before, thick ropes of semen spat from his swollen purple helmet, splattering against the tiles as son came by his mother's hand for the very first time.

"Goddamn, that's it, son!" She watched, eyes wild as her son's fresh ejaculate trickled down the shower wall. Then her own orgasm hit.

"GodDAMN!!!" She rasped, still stroking her son's cock as the climax overtook her. She held on for dear life, trying not to slip as her body bucked against her son's still-tensing ass.

"Yes, Mama! Oh god, yes!" Neil sobbed with pleasure and release. "Come for me...come for me!"

Their voices echoed off the tiles, mixed with the sound of running water. Sylvia finally released Neil's cock, gripping his waist as she mashed the last spasms of pleasure from her wet, mangled fur against Neil's firm flesh.

Ohhh, goddamn. Goddamn!

As their orgasms subsided, Sylvia again wondered what would come next. The question was answered when Neil turned to face her. He embraced his mother, covering her face with kisses as Sylvia gasped and smiled.

My god, I can't believe this is happening! My boy wants me after what I did to him. I feel like a new bride again!

"Oh, yes, honey," She said as emotions welled up inside her. "Yes, my love. Mama didn't mean to frighten you."

"Oh, no!" Neil responded, his body mashed against her soft breasts, their faces mere inches apart. "I never thought it could be like this! Oh, Mom! My god!"

"So this is okay?" She felt silly asking the question, but Sylvia had to be certain.

Her son nodded, love and lust in his eyes. Sylvia noticed something else bumping against her midsection. After all that, Neil's cock was still erect! Lowering her gaze to his jutting rod, again she wrapped her fingers around it, eliciting a gasp.

"Will this thing ever get tamed?" She looked up at him with a mischievous grin, then uttered a single word, one she had heard another lover say to her only a couple of days before. "Bedroom."

Wet and naked, they both scrambled for her unmade bed.

"Suck my tits," she instructed her son, guiding a hard-tipped breast to his mouth. He didn't hesitate and sucked greedily, his hand on her other breast, squeezing and tugging at the nipple.

"Ohhh, yes, sweet boy. God, that feels so good."

Mercy! At least he knows what to do with a pair of tits.

Sylvia closed her eyes, lost in bliss, sparks shooting from her nipples right down to her throbbing clit. She didn't let go of his cock the entire time, overjoyed to have a man in her bed after so many long, dry years, even if it was her own son. After several minutes of pleasure, Sylvia was ready for the next step.

"Honey," she whispered, still hesitant. "Do you want to have sex with me?"

He nodded eagerly, his mouth still full of tit.

"You don't know how happy that makes me." She kissed his hair.

Now comes a difficult question.

"I don't want to embarrass you, my love, but..." She forced the words out of her mouth. "...is this your first time?"

Hesitating for a few seconds, he nodded again, looking up, gazing into her eyes with unmistakable need, showing a vulnerability that almost broke her heart.

"Don't worry, my love."

Goddamn, he still has his cherry. This is so fucking hot! I can't believe lucky I am.

"I'll show you how. Get on your knees right here."

Neil released her breast and obeyed. The next moment, Sylvia opened her thighs as her son clumsily moved between them. He positioned his hands on either side of his mother, their faces almost touching. She could feel her son's breath on her face.