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A spotlight touched down on us as the arena erupted in loud cheering that seemed to go on and on. I stepped back to my son, my left arm going around his waist as we waved to the crowd, my face red as could be. As the cheers just kept coming, the Chimp suddenly appeared on stage, another microphone in his hand and he started shouting, "WE WANT A KISS! WE WANT A KISS! WE WANT A KISS!"
The crowd went nuts and started taking up the chant. I suddenly felt very dizzy and warm as we stood in the middle of that spotlight, our ears echoing with the screams of maybe thirty thousand people demanding that my son and I kiss, urged on by both Dirty Davy and the Chimp and then the band, all demanding, "WE WANT A KISS!"
My son turned to me, a silly grin on his face and over the din, he hollered, "So, what are we going to do, Mom?"
My heart was pounding, I could feel my blood pulsing in my brain and between my legs and I felt like I might just swoon and could barely believe my own voice when I replied, "I guess we're going to kiss, idiot!"
My son and I came together in a passionate embrace, our arms wrapping around each other, pulling our bodies tightly together and as our lips met, I admitted to myself that I'd truly been aching for this all this past week! The crowd went nuts as we kissed and although I didn't notice at the time, cameras were on us, transmitting our kiss to huge monitors on stage, giving everyone a good look at our mouths hungrily working as our tongues greeted each other like long lost lovers.
We gave the kiss all we had, both of us grunting and sighing with contentment as our tongues danced and curled around each other. God, I liked doing this with my son. The crowd roared its approval as my son brazenly slid his hands down my back and cupped my ass cheeks through the thin material of my miniskirt while the crowd chanted, "DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP!"
A wicked and insane impulse had me respond to my son's indecent embrace by lifting my left leg up and curling it around his thigh, exposing the top seam of my stockings and a large amount of thigh while rubbing my wet panty clad mound against John's thigh, hoping he'd feel the heat he was generating inside his mother! John pulled me tighter against him, making sure I felt his erection pressing into my stomach. I knew we were acting completely indecent, but suddenly I didn't give a damn.
The crowd loved it and cheered us on minute after lewd minute until finally we broke the kiss, gasping, our mouths wet with each other's saliva. We again waved to the crowd, both of us shaking with nervous energy. I looked up at my son and saw he only had eyes for me as he mouthed, "I love you, Mom!"
He hugged me tight against him, me shouting into his ear, "I love you, too, son!"
The band's lead singer, a scary looking man with long, greasy hair and a muscle shirt that showed off disturbing looking tattoos, took the microphone again and in his English or maybe Australian accent, growled, "ALL RIGHT! THAT'S WHAT WE FUCKING CAME TO CHICAGO FOR! LET'S GIVE ANOTHER BIG FUCKING HAND TO CAROL AND JOHN, YOU WANKERS!"
The arena's audience screamed in response and the band began to softly (for them), play another bluesy number. The lead singer leaned into the microphone and looked right down at us, flashing us a big, toothy grin and said, "ALL RIGHT, CHICAGO – THIS NEXT SONG IS OFF OUR LAST FUCKING ALBUM AND AINT ONE YOU'D BE HEARING ON PUSSY AMERICAN RADIO. WE'RE GONNA DEDICATE IT TO JOHN AND HIS HOT FUCKING MOTHER, CAROL – 'THE MOTHERFUCKER RAG'!"
The band brought it up a notch and John evidently anticipating the song, took me in his arms and we began to move to the music and then the lead singer began singing in a slow, booze-laden voice and I couldn't believe the words I was hearing...and even more, that my son was singing along too.
The MotherFucker Rag
I see her walking 'round me,
Shaking that sexy body with all she's got
My naughty mind begins to dream naughty forbidden thoughts
Who would've ever imagined, who would've ever dreamed
My mother would be so fucking hot, she'd make me wanna CREAM!
MOTHERFUCKER!
That's all I want to be!
MOTHERFUCKER!
Please Momma, won't you please come satisfy me!
MOTHERFUCKER!
Oh Mommy, please let me be your one and only
MOTHERFUCKER!
Mom gives me that naughty knowing smile,
That makes certain parts of my body grow!
I dream of those long legs parting
Her juicy sweet treasures to show!
So I can climb back in and with a grin
Lose myself in incestuous sin!
MOTHERFUCKER!
That's all I want to be!
MOTHERFUCKER!
Please Momma, won't you please come satisfy me!
MOTHERFUCKER!
Oh Mommy, please let me be your one and only
MOTHERFUCKER!
Mom slowly walks up to me, her ass it sweetly shakes
Making me sweat and swell, while my entire body quakes
I can't believe it when she kisses me, slipping me a little tongue
And then Mom whispers to me, baby, please oh please,
Make your mommy cum!
MOTHERFUCKER!
That's all I want to be!
MOTHERFUCKER!
Please Momma, won't you please come satisfy me!
MOTHERFUCKER!
Oh Mommy, please let me be your one and only
MOTHERFUCKER!
My head was whirling so much that if I hadn't been in my son's arms, I think I might have fainted and collapsed, I was that close to swooning. The music seemed to invade my body even as the words seemed to echo the lust etched on my son's face. I felt like I was on fire and I was consumed by the sudden, overwhelming desire for John, and even if he'd let me go, I would have clung all the fiercely to him, feeling his strong arms around me and the heat and sweat for all the physical activity and as our bodies moved together with the rhythm of the obscene song, I felt my inhibitions melting away in the incestuous lust of the moment.
I began to respond to my son physically, rubbing against him as we danced, trapping his thigh between my legs and practically humping him while our faces grew closer and closer till I could feel John's hot breath against my face, my neck and my breasts. My hands rubbed and caressed his chest, his back and his butt while his hands again cupped my ass cheeks, sliding under my skirt – his fingers digging into the meat of my ass while he dry-humped his denim covered cock against me.
Remotely, I sensed the crowd roaring its approval as the band began to repeat the refrain again and again, each time with more intensity, the cheers growing louder as my son and I kissed again, still moving to the nasty music until finally, it ended in a crescendo of screaming, discordant guitars and insane drums. "NOW THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT, YOU FUCKERS!" growled the lead singer while John and I still were locked in our embrace, looking at each other as if seeing each other for the first time.
"Get me out of here, son," I moaned, pressing my head against his sweaty chest, feeling his heart pounding madly. "Take me back to the hotel...now!" I looked up into my son's eyes, confident he could read my feelings from the expression on my face and he just nodded and with his arm wrapped possessively around my waist, we fled the arena.
Linda, our Limo driver was right on the ball, spotting us exiting and had the limo door open for us as we approached, me still clinging to my son as if my life depended on it. "Is everything all right?" she asked. John nodded and I said, "Yes, thank you," shocked at the ragged tenor to my voice, full of need and desire. We climbed in and Linda closed the door and hurried around to her seat.
When she was on board and I could see her eyes on us in her rear view mirror, I said, "Take us to the hotel, please, Linda,"
"Of course, ma'am," she replied, starting up the limo and moving us swiftly away from the arena.
"Linda?"
"Yes, ma'am," she answered.
"Please get us there quickly and Linda, some privacy if you please." I saw her eyes widen a little in comprehension and she nodded and I paid her no more mind as even before the privacy screen slid all the way up, I was climbing into my son's lap and hungrily mashed my lips against his and forced my tongue into his mouth.
I savagely pursued his tongue with mine even as I worked my mound against the bulge in his crotch, savoring the delicious wickedness of feeling his denim covered cock rubbing against my sodden mound, pushing the soaked silk material of my g-string between my sensitive labia.
John's hands again were cupping my ass cheeks. I reached down and took one of his hands and brought it up to cup my breast, urging him to squeeze my fleshy, meaty tit as we kissed. I groaned into my son's mouth as he deftly used his thumb to push down my bustier just enough to free my swollen nub of a nipple and then using the pad of his thumb to rub and tease it.
Each minute locked in this passionate embrace was like a gift from heaven, yet I ached for it to come to an end and was so thankful when we came to a stop and over the intercom heard Linda say softly, "We're here."
By the time she had our door open, my son and I had pulled ourselves together someone. My nipple was covered again and although I'm sure the limo reeked of my juices, you could barely see the wet spots on the crotch of John's blue jeans. Linda squeezed my hand and gave me a knowing smile as she helped me out of the limousine.
I slipped her one of our radio prize hundred dollar bills and thanked her for getting us here so quickly.
The young woman smiled at us and said, "Thank you." She winked at us as I took John's hand and literally dragged him towards the huge revolving door and called after us, "I hope you two have a wonderful night!"
John and I hurried through the lobby, ignoring the stares that accompanied us. In the elevator, I again forced myself against my son, kissing him passionately as the lift took us up to our suite, my hands roaming hungrily over his body, pulling his shirt out of his jeans and caressing his chest and rubbing my palm against the rock hard bulge in his pants. After much frustrated fumbling with the key card, we pushed into the room, pausing only to hang the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door.
We'd scarcely closed the door when John literally slammed me against the door, pinning me there with his body as he kissed me, his hands scooping my breasts out of the bustier's cups, fingers quickly finding and pinching and pulling on my swollen nipples. My hands were busy too as I fumbled at his jeans, hands shaking as I finally got the button undone and then anxiously tugging down the zipper. I had forgotten how hot things can get in a man's crotch as my fingers slipped in, expecting to work my way into the folds of his shorts, but finding instead hot skin and crinkly hair and a thick tube of pulsating flesh that I managed to get free, gasping into my son's mouth at just how big he really was.
As my hand tried to encircle the girth of his cock, John, his tongue busily dueling mine, slid a hand from my breast to under my skirt and then with a growl, he ripped my thong from my body and then his hand was palming my mound, fingers tracing paths through my thick and trimmed mat of pussy fur before finding my splayed labia and pressing into my liquid, syrupy heat!
An intense jolt of extreme pleasure tore through my, emanating outwards from my cunt as my son touched me, seeming to know my every secret spot. I clamped my thighs around his hand, not wanting to let him go...at least not until I found something better. Our kiss continued as we stroked and touched each other. Finally, John pulled his hand free and tugged on my miniskirt, letting it pool at my feet. I let go of his cock and wrapping my arms around his neck, literally lifted myself up, trying to wrap my shapely legs around his waist, trapping his long cock against my wet muff.
"Am I still on the couch, Mom?" John gasped, breaking the kiss – my mouth pursuing his, my tongue still seeking the sweet warmth of his mouth.
"Hell yes, you're on the couch, son – carry me over there and fuck me on that fucking couch, John!" I moaned before forcing my tongue into his mouth again. As we kissed, John began to move us that way, shuffling awkwardly at first as his jeans fell and threatened to trip him up. Each stumbling movement brought a muffled groan from me as his erect dick rubbed against my aroused pussy lips. Finally, John kicked free of his shoes and jeans and hurried the rest of the way across the room and then he gently deposited me on the couch.
I'm sure I looked like some crazed MILF whore, as I reclined back on the couch, wearing nothing but my stocking and heels and the bustier with my tits escaped. John stared down hungrily at me as he quickly pulled his T-shirt off and stood before me naked as the day he was born – his cock hard and long and almost lying upright along his flat stomach. I spread my legs, lifting one leg to rest on the top of the back cushions.
My heart was pounding as I said in a shaky whisper, sure that I was screwing up the lyrics, "Motherfucker! Wont you baby come satisfy me? Motherfucker, baby, please of please, make your mommy cum! Motherfucker!"
"I love you, Mom," sighed John as he climbed between my spread legs.
"I love you too. C'mon, now – do what I've been dreaming of ever since that stupid radio show. Fuck me, son – make your mommy cum! John, be my MOTHERFUCKER!" This last ended in a scream of sheer joy as John moved upwards as I took his cock in hand and pressed the head against my quivering, juicy cunt and he thrust into me like he'd done it all his life.
John was big – bigger than his father had been, bigger than any man I'd ever been with and I could only scream and roll my hips to meet him as he sank slowly into my aching, wet pussy, relentlessly opening me up and touching me as no man has ever done before! It was almost too much – like a pleasure bomb going off inside me. My hands were scrabbling about, the fingers on one hand clawing the leather skin of the sofa while my other hand was flat against my son's chest as part of me wanted to stop the pleasure bordering on pain, but I found I couldn't give it up and my hand slid around John's waist to cup his taut butt cheek and urge him deeper.
After what seemed a sweet eternity, I felt John's pubic hair grinding into my muff and shaved parts of my mound and I opened my eyes and looked into my son's loving gaze and tried to speak, but only a whimper emerged from my lips as I was overwhelmed by the sheer fact that my son's cock was buried in me and I was happier than I had ever been before. John nodded and I saw tears pooling in his eyes and he said in a choked voice, "I love you so much, Mom."
My sweet son began to fuck me then and for a brief insane moment, I felt my jealousy of Kelly swell to immense proportions as I begrudged her every moment John had ever spent with his cock buried in her instead of me, then I let the jealousy go, knowing he was completely mine now – that I was claiming my son as my lover, as my motherfucker and that I would never let him go! Never had I known such ecstasy as I did at that moment as John's cock, my cunt flesh clinging possessively to him, began to move in and out of me.
John ducked his head and began licking my nipples as his hips rolled, driving his cock in me again and again. The intense pleasure between my legs spread out and met the delicious feelings of John's rough tongue rolling over my hard, swollen nipples and his teeth nipping teasingly at my oh so sensitive flesh. My entire body seemed to go up in flames of incestuous pleasure and I writhed madly underneath my son's body as his cock filled me up again and again.
That lovely huge and long cock was touching places in me that were virgin territory and yet I wanted even more. I rolled my pelvis and spread my legs, pulling my knees back, doing everything possible to open myself up so my John could bury his cock deeper inside me.
John's arms came up under my knees and lifted, rolling me up like a ball of aroused flesh, each stroke of his stiff penis piercing me a little deeper than before while his mouth was kissing my body, tongue licking my throbbing nipples or rolling over my quivering tits or running up along my neck and stealing a sloppy kiss from me.
I seemed to have lost the ability to speak, but I filled the room with moans, cries and screams as my pleasure waxed and waned...never ending, but at times becoming more intense than anything I had ever experienced or dreamed possible! We were both covered with sweat, allowing our joined flesh to move more easily, yet almost gluing me to the leather cushions, providing purchase for me to accept my son's cock more completely.
Suddenly without warning, John's thrusts increased greatly and I began to scream as his cock's pounding of my pussy sent me to new heights of pleasure and then he stiffened, driving deep and I felt my insides flooding with his hot spunk – thick, steaming ropes of semen bathing my womb and my body responded in kind, triggering the greatest orgasm of my life and my screams went higher only to fade hoarsely away as I could only gasp for air as carnal ecstasy enveloped every fiber of my being! Time seemed to be suspended as I wallowed with my son in the incestuous joy of our mutual orgasm – the only coherent movement I made was finding my son's mouth and kissing him as his cock pulsed powerfully within my pussy, sustaining our pleasure for what seemed just short of forever.
When we came to our senses, John was sprawled on top of me, his cock still buried in me, his breath fast and hot on my neck and I was sobbing almost hysterically, having finally found my voice and saying, "I love you, son!" over and over again. As minutes passed, we both faced each other and I searched his face for signs of remorse or shame and was delighted to the core of my being that I saw none. John was staring intently at me as well, searching for any indication of regret on my part and I reassured him by letting my mouth turn upward in a loving smile.
"John," I said, the joy evident in my voice, "You can feel free to make out with your mom anytime you like." I worked my weary cunt muscles around his semi-erect cock and continued, "I love you, son and I'm sorry it took those two silly DJ's to allow me to see the truth."
"I love you too, Mom," His face, already red with exertion, darkened a little more. "I gotta confess – I only entered that contest so I might get the chance to really kiss you. I've dreamed of loving you, Mom, like a man, for freaking ever."
"I don't care, baby," I replied, wrapping my legs around him possessively. "I just want you to know Mommy's body...Mommy's pussy...all of Mommy is yours for as long as you want me!" Already, my lust began to grow again and my mind reeled with all the secret desires and fantasies I wanted to make reality.
I began by urging my son off me. As much as I relished his big, long dick inside me, I had a sudden craving to taste his cock and I quickly found myself on my knees, between John's thighs, my mouth and tongue lavishly loving his cock, cleaning it of semen and cunt and returning it to lovely hardness. It had been a while since I'd pleasured a man with my mouth, but I gave it my all and had my son squirming and bucking before too long as I made love to his magnificent cock.
Sometime that night, we made it to bed. My memories of that are fractured and overwhelmed by a recollection of incredible pleasure. I remember being carried to the bedroom, impaled on John's erection and beating his back as each jolting step touched me in ways I never conceived of. I remember riding my son, his hands trying to capture and contain my flailing tits as they bounced while I slid up and down on his cock, trying to go slow, but needing to be filled completely with my son's cockmeat. I remember being on my hands and knees, stroking John's cock off and like a cum crazed whore, taking his sperm in my face, my tongue lashing out to catch the spray of semen showering my face. Lastly I remember drifting off to sleep in a haze of sweet satisfaction, my son's strong arms wrapped around me, making me feel safe and oh so loved.
When morning came, we were awakened by an insistent knock at the door. John, swearing like a sailor, pulled a blanket around his waist and stumbled bleary eyed to answer it. I rolled over and stretched like a big, contented cat, smiling as I recalled the tremendous night that had just occurred. From the living room of the suite, I could my son's voice and other voices, loud and familiar.
Smiling, I rose and loosely wrapped a sheet around my now naked body. I grinned at the sight of my bustier lying across the top of a lampshade and my stockings, now torn and in tatters on the floor. I walked into the living room and as I expected, Dirty Davy and the Chimp stood there, bleary eyed, both trying to talk at once and handing several packages to my son.
"Can't a mother and her son get some sleep after a big night like last night?" I said, interrupting whatever the shock jocks were saying. Both stopped cold and stared at me, their jaws dropping wide as they took me in – an obviously naked woman – my hair bed tousled, with a sheet around me – my breasts partially visible and one shapely leg exposed as well.
The Chimp's mouth moved but nothing came out and he finally settled on just giving me a big, leering grin while Dirty Davy finally stammered out a reply. "Um, it was, um – we just wanted to thank you folks for coming to the show – you were a big hit and the band was really disappointed they didn't get to meet you." He just stared at me for a few moments as I tried to readjust my wrap and if I "accidentally" flashed the shock jocks a breast or a brief glance of my dark bush, well, I don't think they minded."
"Mom, the band gave us all this cool stuff," John said, showing me the packages in his hands. I saw several CDs and T-shirts and what appeared to be some silk baseball jackets.
"Um, yeah. They really hope you'll be at their show the next time they play Chicago," said Dirty Davy.
I nodded and smiled and said, "We'd love to be there – just let us know." I walked up and kissed Dirty Davy on the mouth, letting my tongue brush against his lips and then turned and did the same to the Chimp, who despite being speechless, had fast enough reflexes to manage a little tongue on tongue time with me before I slipped away from his embrace.
"Thanks for coming by," I said and then in a really heartfelt tone, I added, "Thanks for everything you've done for my son and I," as I herded them out the door. "We'd love to chat more, but John and I had a really long night and, well," I said, giving them a wink as I closed the door, "My son and I really need to spend some more time in bed!"
I closed and latched the door, ignoring the excited comments beyond. I turned, dropping the sheet and after John dropped the box aside, slipped into his arms and gave him a long, delicious good morning kiss.
"You are so naughty, Mom," John said, grinning from ear to ear when we finished our kiss. Somewhere along the way, he'd lost the blanket and now his cock was completely erect and trying to rise from between my legs.
"Mmmm, I'm just getting started," I replied, my hand already stroking that fine fuckpole of his. I nodded to the box. "Is that 'Motherfucker' on one of those CD's?"
John nodded, saying, "Yep, they gave us all their stuff."
I kissed my son again, grinding myself against him and when we came up for air, I said, "I'm sure there's an entertainment center in this place. Put that song on and come back to bed." I gave his cock one last slow stroke and squeeze and then turned and slowly walked towards the bedroom, feeling my son's eyes crawling up and down my swaying ass. When I got to the door, I turned so he could see my low slung breasts in profile and the dark forest emerging from between my legs. I gave him a come hither smile and said, "Hurry up. Mommy needs her motherfucker real bad!"
A short while later, I think I truly understood the attraction of hard metal rock. As my son fucked me hard and furiously while the 'Motherfucker Rag' rocked through the suite, I finally came to realize the inherent sexual power of the music. As we clawed and sucked and bit and fucked each other, holding nothing back, letting ourselves become absolutely intoxicated with each other, the music itself spurred us on and was in itself a part of our newly discovered incestuous love and lust for each other and as the lead singer screamed, we joined him in shrieks of absolute joy and pleasure...that song and others like it an anthem for our love and desire for each other.
John is now in college and still living at home. He dates now and again and I contain my jealousy so long as when he gets home and I lick him clean of those girls' creamy cunts, he follows up with demonstrating who his true love is and forever will be. He carries everywhere his cell phone with the song "Motherfucker Rag" downloaded as a ring tone that lets him know that his mother is home, legs spread wide and pussy soaking wet, hungry and anxious for her motherfucker to come home and make mommy cum!
The crowd went nuts and started taking up the chant. I suddenly felt very dizzy and warm as we stood in the middle of that spotlight, our ears echoing with the screams of maybe thirty thousand people demanding that my son and I kiss, urged on by both Dirty Davy and the Chimp and then the band, all demanding, "WE WANT A KISS!"
My son turned to me, a silly grin on his face and over the din, he hollered, "So, what are we going to do, Mom?"
My heart was pounding, I could feel my blood pulsing in my brain and between my legs and I felt like I might just swoon and could barely believe my own voice when I replied, "I guess we're going to kiss, idiot!"
My son and I came together in a passionate embrace, our arms wrapping around each other, pulling our bodies tightly together and as our lips met, I admitted to myself that I'd truly been aching for this all this past week! The crowd went nuts as we kissed and although I didn't notice at the time, cameras were on us, transmitting our kiss to huge monitors on stage, giving everyone a good look at our mouths hungrily working as our tongues greeted each other like long lost lovers.
We gave the kiss all we had, both of us grunting and sighing with contentment as our tongues danced and curled around each other. God, I liked doing this with my son. The crowd roared its approval as my son brazenly slid his hands down my back and cupped my ass cheeks through the thin material of my miniskirt while the crowd chanted, "DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP!"
A wicked and insane impulse had me respond to my son's indecent embrace by lifting my left leg up and curling it around his thigh, exposing the top seam of my stockings and a large amount of thigh while rubbing my wet panty clad mound against John's thigh, hoping he'd feel the heat he was generating inside his mother! John pulled me tighter against him, making sure I felt his erection pressing into my stomach. I knew we were acting completely indecent, but suddenly I didn't give a damn.
The crowd loved it and cheered us on minute after lewd minute until finally we broke the kiss, gasping, our mouths wet with each other's saliva. We again waved to the crowd, both of us shaking with nervous energy. I looked up at my son and saw he only had eyes for me as he mouthed, "I love you, Mom!"
He hugged me tight against him, me shouting into his ear, "I love you, too, son!"
The band's lead singer, a scary looking man with long, greasy hair and a muscle shirt that showed off disturbing looking tattoos, took the microphone again and in his English or maybe Australian accent, growled, "ALL RIGHT! THAT'S WHAT WE FUCKING CAME TO CHICAGO FOR! LET'S GIVE ANOTHER BIG FUCKING HAND TO CAROL AND JOHN, YOU WANKERS!"
The arena's audience screamed in response and the band began to softly (for them), play another bluesy number. The lead singer leaned into the microphone and looked right down at us, flashing us a big, toothy grin and said, "ALL RIGHT, CHICAGO – THIS NEXT SONG IS OFF OUR LAST FUCKING ALBUM AND AINT ONE YOU'D BE HEARING ON PUSSY AMERICAN RADIO. WE'RE GONNA DEDICATE IT TO JOHN AND HIS HOT FUCKING MOTHER, CAROL – 'THE MOTHERFUCKER RAG'!"
The band brought it up a notch and John evidently anticipating the song, took me in his arms and we began to move to the music and then the lead singer began singing in a slow, booze-laden voice and I couldn't believe the words I was hearing...and even more, that my son was singing along too.
The MotherFucker Rag
I see her walking 'round me,
Shaking that sexy body with all she's got
My naughty mind begins to dream naughty forbidden thoughts
Who would've ever imagined, who would've ever dreamed
My mother would be so fucking hot, she'd make me wanna CREAM!
MOTHERFUCKER!
That's all I want to be!
MOTHERFUCKER!
Please Momma, won't you please come satisfy me!
MOTHERFUCKER!
Oh Mommy, please let me be your one and only
MOTHERFUCKER!
Mom gives me that naughty knowing smile,
That makes certain parts of my body grow!
I dream of those long legs parting
Her juicy sweet treasures to show!
So I can climb back in and with a grin
Lose myself in incestuous sin!
MOTHERFUCKER!
That's all I want to be!
MOTHERFUCKER!
Please Momma, won't you please come satisfy me!
MOTHERFUCKER!
Oh Mommy, please let me be your one and only
MOTHERFUCKER!
Mom slowly walks up to me, her ass it sweetly shakes
Making me sweat and swell, while my entire body quakes
I can't believe it when she kisses me, slipping me a little tongue
And then Mom whispers to me, baby, please oh please,
Make your mommy cum!
MOTHERFUCKER!
That's all I want to be!
MOTHERFUCKER!
Please Momma, won't you please come satisfy me!
MOTHERFUCKER!
Oh Mommy, please let me be your one and only
MOTHERFUCKER!
My head was whirling so much that if I hadn't been in my son's arms, I think I might have fainted and collapsed, I was that close to swooning. The music seemed to invade my body even as the words seemed to echo the lust etched on my son's face. I felt like I was on fire and I was consumed by the sudden, overwhelming desire for John, and even if he'd let me go, I would have clung all the fiercely to him, feeling his strong arms around me and the heat and sweat for all the physical activity and as our bodies moved together with the rhythm of the obscene song, I felt my inhibitions melting away in the incestuous lust of the moment.
I began to respond to my son physically, rubbing against him as we danced, trapping his thigh between my legs and practically humping him while our faces grew closer and closer till I could feel John's hot breath against my face, my neck and my breasts. My hands rubbed and caressed his chest, his back and his butt while his hands again cupped my ass cheeks, sliding under my skirt – his fingers digging into the meat of my ass while he dry-humped his denim covered cock against me.
Remotely, I sensed the crowd roaring its approval as the band began to repeat the refrain again and again, each time with more intensity, the cheers growing louder as my son and I kissed again, still moving to the nasty music until finally, it ended in a crescendo of screaming, discordant guitars and insane drums. "NOW THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT, YOU FUCKERS!" growled the lead singer while John and I still were locked in our embrace, looking at each other as if seeing each other for the first time.
"Get me out of here, son," I moaned, pressing my head against his sweaty chest, feeling his heart pounding madly. "Take me back to the hotel...now!" I looked up into my son's eyes, confident he could read my feelings from the expression on my face and he just nodded and with his arm wrapped possessively around my waist, we fled the arena.
Linda, our Limo driver was right on the ball, spotting us exiting and had the limo door open for us as we approached, me still clinging to my son as if my life depended on it. "Is everything all right?" she asked. John nodded and I said, "Yes, thank you," shocked at the ragged tenor to my voice, full of need and desire. We climbed in and Linda closed the door and hurried around to her seat.
When she was on board and I could see her eyes on us in her rear view mirror, I said, "Take us to the hotel, please, Linda,"
"Of course, ma'am," she replied, starting up the limo and moving us swiftly away from the arena.
"Linda?"
"Yes, ma'am," she answered.
"Please get us there quickly and Linda, some privacy if you please." I saw her eyes widen a little in comprehension and she nodded and I paid her no more mind as even before the privacy screen slid all the way up, I was climbing into my son's lap and hungrily mashed my lips against his and forced my tongue into his mouth.
I savagely pursued his tongue with mine even as I worked my mound against the bulge in his crotch, savoring the delicious wickedness of feeling his denim covered cock rubbing against my sodden mound, pushing the soaked silk material of my g-string between my sensitive labia.
John's hands again were cupping my ass cheeks. I reached down and took one of his hands and brought it up to cup my breast, urging him to squeeze my fleshy, meaty tit as we kissed. I groaned into my son's mouth as he deftly used his thumb to push down my bustier just enough to free my swollen nub of a nipple and then using the pad of his thumb to rub and tease it.
Each minute locked in this passionate embrace was like a gift from heaven, yet I ached for it to come to an end and was so thankful when we came to a stop and over the intercom heard Linda say softly, "We're here."
By the time she had our door open, my son and I had pulled ourselves together someone. My nipple was covered again and although I'm sure the limo reeked of my juices, you could barely see the wet spots on the crotch of John's blue jeans. Linda squeezed my hand and gave me a knowing smile as she helped me out of the limousine.
I slipped her one of our radio prize hundred dollar bills and thanked her for getting us here so quickly.
The young woman smiled at us and said, "Thank you." She winked at us as I took John's hand and literally dragged him towards the huge revolving door and called after us, "I hope you two have a wonderful night!"
John and I hurried through the lobby, ignoring the stares that accompanied us. In the elevator, I again forced myself against my son, kissing him passionately as the lift took us up to our suite, my hands roaming hungrily over his body, pulling his shirt out of his jeans and caressing his chest and rubbing my palm against the rock hard bulge in his pants. After much frustrated fumbling with the key card, we pushed into the room, pausing only to hang the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door.
We'd scarcely closed the door when John literally slammed me against the door, pinning me there with his body as he kissed me, his hands scooping my breasts out of the bustier's cups, fingers quickly finding and pinching and pulling on my swollen nipples. My hands were busy too as I fumbled at his jeans, hands shaking as I finally got the button undone and then anxiously tugging down the zipper. I had forgotten how hot things can get in a man's crotch as my fingers slipped in, expecting to work my way into the folds of his shorts, but finding instead hot skin and crinkly hair and a thick tube of pulsating flesh that I managed to get free, gasping into my son's mouth at just how big he really was.
As my hand tried to encircle the girth of his cock, John, his tongue busily dueling mine, slid a hand from my breast to under my skirt and then with a growl, he ripped my thong from my body and then his hand was palming my mound, fingers tracing paths through my thick and trimmed mat of pussy fur before finding my splayed labia and pressing into my liquid, syrupy heat!
An intense jolt of extreme pleasure tore through my, emanating outwards from my cunt as my son touched me, seeming to know my every secret spot. I clamped my thighs around his hand, not wanting to let him go...at least not until I found something better. Our kiss continued as we stroked and touched each other. Finally, John pulled his hand free and tugged on my miniskirt, letting it pool at my feet. I let go of his cock and wrapping my arms around his neck, literally lifted myself up, trying to wrap my shapely legs around his waist, trapping his long cock against my wet muff.
"Am I still on the couch, Mom?" John gasped, breaking the kiss – my mouth pursuing his, my tongue still seeking the sweet warmth of his mouth.
"Hell yes, you're on the couch, son – carry me over there and fuck me on that fucking couch, John!" I moaned before forcing my tongue into his mouth again. As we kissed, John began to move us that way, shuffling awkwardly at first as his jeans fell and threatened to trip him up. Each stumbling movement brought a muffled groan from me as his erect dick rubbed against my aroused pussy lips. Finally, John kicked free of his shoes and jeans and hurried the rest of the way across the room and then he gently deposited me on the couch.
I'm sure I looked like some crazed MILF whore, as I reclined back on the couch, wearing nothing but my stocking and heels and the bustier with my tits escaped. John stared down hungrily at me as he quickly pulled his T-shirt off and stood before me naked as the day he was born – his cock hard and long and almost lying upright along his flat stomach. I spread my legs, lifting one leg to rest on the top of the back cushions.
My heart was pounding as I said in a shaky whisper, sure that I was screwing up the lyrics, "Motherfucker! Wont you baby come satisfy me? Motherfucker, baby, please of please, make your mommy cum! Motherfucker!"
"I love you, Mom," sighed John as he climbed between my spread legs.
"I love you too. C'mon, now – do what I've been dreaming of ever since that stupid radio show. Fuck me, son – make your mommy cum! John, be my MOTHERFUCKER!" This last ended in a scream of sheer joy as John moved upwards as I took his cock in hand and pressed the head against my quivering, juicy cunt and he thrust into me like he'd done it all his life.
John was big – bigger than his father had been, bigger than any man I'd ever been with and I could only scream and roll my hips to meet him as he sank slowly into my aching, wet pussy, relentlessly opening me up and touching me as no man has ever done before! It was almost too much – like a pleasure bomb going off inside me. My hands were scrabbling about, the fingers on one hand clawing the leather skin of the sofa while my other hand was flat against my son's chest as part of me wanted to stop the pleasure bordering on pain, but I found I couldn't give it up and my hand slid around John's waist to cup his taut butt cheek and urge him deeper.
After what seemed a sweet eternity, I felt John's pubic hair grinding into my muff and shaved parts of my mound and I opened my eyes and looked into my son's loving gaze and tried to speak, but only a whimper emerged from my lips as I was overwhelmed by the sheer fact that my son's cock was buried in me and I was happier than I had ever been before. John nodded and I saw tears pooling in his eyes and he said in a choked voice, "I love you so much, Mom."
My sweet son began to fuck me then and for a brief insane moment, I felt my jealousy of Kelly swell to immense proportions as I begrudged her every moment John had ever spent with his cock buried in her instead of me, then I let the jealousy go, knowing he was completely mine now – that I was claiming my son as my lover, as my motherfucker and that I would never let him go! Never had I known such ecstasy as I did at that moment as John's cock, my cunt flesh clinging possessively to him, began to move in and out of me.
John ducked his head and began licking my nipples as his hips rolled, driving his cock in me again and again. The intense pleasure between my legs spread out and met the delicious feelings of John's rough tongue rolling over my hard, swollen nipples and his teeth nipping teasingly at my oh so sensitive flesh. My entire body seemed to go up in flames of incestuous pleasure and I writhed madly underneath my son's body as his cock filled me up again and again.
That lovely huge and long cock was touching places in me that were virgin territory and yet I wanted even more. I rolled my pelvis and spread my legs, pulling my knees back, doing everything possible to open myself up so my John could bury his cock deeper inside me.
John's arms came up under my knees and lifted, rolling me up like a ball of aroused flesh, each stroke of his stiff penis piercing me a little deeper than before while his mouth was kissing my body, tongue licking my throbbing nipples or rolling over my quivering tits or running up along my neck and stealing a sloppy kiss from me.
I seemed to have lost the ability to speak, but I filled the room with moans, cries and screams as my pleasure waxed and waned...never ending, but at times becoming more intense than anything I had ever experienced or dreamed possible! We were both covered with sweat, allowing our joined flesh to move more easily, yet almost gluing me to the leather cushions, providing purchase for me to accept my son's cock more completely.
Suddenly without warning, John's thrusts increased greatly and I began to scream as his cock's pounding of my pussy sent me to new heights of pleasure and then he stiffened, driving deep and I felt my insides flooding with his hot spunk – thick, steaming ropes of semen bathing my womb and my body responded in kind, triggering the greatest orgasm of my life and my screams went higher only to fade hoarsely away as I could only gasp for air as carnal ecstasy enveloped every fiber of my being! Time seemed to be suspended as I wallowed with my son in the incestuous joy of our mutual orgasm – the only coherent movement I made was finding my son's mouth and kissing him as his cock pulsed powerfully within my pussy, sustaining our pleasure for what seemed just short of forever.
When we came to our senses, John was sprawled on top of me, his cock still buried in me, his breath fast and hot on my neck and I was sobbing almost hysterically, having finally found my voice and saying, "I love you, son!" over and over again. As minutes passed, we both faced each other and I searched his face for signs of remorse or shame and was delighted to the core of my being that I saw none. John was staring intently at me as well, searching for any indication of regret on my part and I reassured him by letting my mouth turn upward in a loving smile.
"John," I said, the joy evident in my voice, "You can feel free to make out with your mom anytime you like." I worked my weary cunt muscles around his semi-erect cock and continued, "I love you, son and I'm sorry it took those two silly DJ's to allow me to see the truth."
"I love you too, Mom," His face, already red with exertion, darkened a little more. "I gotta confess – I only entered that contest so I might get the chance to really kiss you. I've dreamed of loving you, Mom, like a man, for freaking ever."
"I don't care, baby," I replied, wrapping my legs around him possessively. "I just want you to know Mommy's body...Mommy's pussy...all of Mommy is yours for as long as you want me!" Already, my lust began to grow again and my mind reeled with all the secret desires and fantasies I wanted to make reality.
I began by urging my son off me. As much as I relished his big, long dick inside me, I had a sudden craving to taste his cock and I quickly found myself on my knees, between John's thighs, my mouth and tongue lavishly loving his cock, cleaning it of semen and cunt and returning it to lovely hardness. It had been a while since I'd pleasured a man with my mouth, but I gave it my all and had my son squirming and bucking before too long as I made love to his magnificent cock.
Sometime that night, we made it to bed. My memories of that are fractured and overwhelmed by a recollection of incredible pleasure. I remember being carried to the bedroom, impaled on John's erection and beating his back as each jolting step touched me in ways I never conceived of. I remember riding my son, his hands trying to capture and contain my flailing tits as they bounced while I slid up and down on his cock, trying to go slow, but needing to be filled completely with my son's cockmeat. I remember being on my hands and knees, stroking John's cock off and like a cum crazed whore, taking his sperm in my face, my tongue lashing out to catch the spray of semen showering my face. Lastly I remember drifting off to sleep in a haze of sweet satisfaction, my son's strong arms wrapped around me, making me feel safe and oh so loved.
When morning came, we were awakened by an insistent knock at the door. John, swearing like a sailor, pulled a blanket around his waist and stumbled bleary eyed to answer it. I rolled over and stretched like a big, contented cat, smiling as I recalled the tremendous night that had just occurred. From the living room of the suite, I could my son's voice and other voices, loud and familiar.
Smiling, I rose and loosely wrapped a sheet around my now naked body. I grinned at the sight of my bustier lying across the top of a lampshade and my stockings, now torn and in tatters on the floor. I walked into the living room and as I expected, Dirty Davy and the Chimp stood there, bleary eyed, both trying to talk at once and handing several packages to my son.
"Can't a mother and her son get some sleep after a big night like last night?" I said, interrupting whatever the shock jocks were saying. Both stopped cold and stared at me, their jaws dropping wide as they took me in – an obviously naked woman – my hair bed tousled, with a sheet around me – my breasts partially visible and one shapely leg exposed as well.
The Chimp's mouth moved but nothing came out and he finally settled on just giving me a big, leering grin while Dirty Davy finally stammered out a reply. "Um, it was, um – we just wanted to thank you folks for coming to the show – you were a big hit and the band was really disappointed they didn't get to meet you." He just stared at me for a few moments as I tried to readjust my wrap and if I "accidentally" flashed the shock jocks a breast or a brief glance of my dark bush, well, I don't think they minded."
"Mom, the band gave us all this cool stuff," John said, showing me the packages in his hands. I saw several CDs and T-shirts and what appeared to be some silk baseball jackets.
"Um, yeah. They really hope you'll be at their show the next time they play Chicago," said Dirty Davy.
I nodded and smiled and said, "We'd love to be there – just let us know." I walked up and kissed Dirty Davy on the mouth, letting my tongue brush against his lips and then turned and did the same to the Chimp, who despite being speechless, had fast enough reflexes to manage a little tongue on tongue time with me before I slipped away from his embrace.
"Thanks for coming by," I said and then in a really heartfelt tone, I added, "Thanks for everything you've done for my son and I," as I herded them out the door. "We'd love to chat more, but John and I had a really long night and, well," I said, giving them a wink as I closed the door, "My son and I really need to spend some more time in bed!"
I closed and latched the door, ignoring the excited comments beyond. I turned, dropping the sheet and after John dropped the box aside, slipped into his arms and gave him a long, delicious good morning kiss.
"You are so naughty, Mom," John said, grinning from ear to ear when we finished our kiss. Somewhere along the way, he'd lost the blanket and now his cock was completely erect and trying to rise from between my legs.
"Mmmm, I'm just getting started," I replied, my hand already stroking that fine fuckpole of his. I nodded to the box. "Is that 'Motherfucker' on one of those CD's?"
John nodded, saying, "Yep, they gave us all their stuff."
I kissed my son again, grinding myself against him and when we came up for air, I said, "I'm sure there's an entertainment center in this place. Put that song on and come back to bed." I gave his cock one last slow stroke and squeeze and then turned and slowly walked towards the bedroom, feeling my son's eyes crawling up and down my swaying ass. When I got to the door, I turned so he could see my low slung breasts in profile and the dark forest emerging from between my legs. I gave him a come hither smile and said, "Hurry up. Mommy needs her motherfucker real bad!"
A short while later, I think I truly understood the attraction of hard metal rock. As my son fucked me hard and furiously while the 'Motherfucker Rag' rocked through the suite, I finally came to realize the inherent sexual power of the music. As we clawed and sucked and bit and fucked each other, holding nothing back, letting ourselves become absolutely intoxicated with each other, the music itself spurred us on and was in itself a part of our newly discovered incestuous love and lust for each other and as the lead singer screamed, we joined him in shrieks of absolute joy and pleasure...that song and others like it an anthem for our love and desire for each other.
John is now in college and still living at home. He dates now and again and I contain my jealousy so long as when he gets home and I lick him clean of those girls' creamy cunts, he follows up with demonstrating who his true love is and forever will be. He carries everywhere his cell phone with the song "Motherfucker Rag" downloaded as a ring tone that lets him know that his mother is home, legs spread wide and pussy soaking wet, hungry and anxious for her motherfucker to come home and make mommy cum!
The End
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