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Part #3 of 4
"Do you mind if I come in here for a while?" she asked him, pressing
herself up against him insistently.
"Uh, No," he groaned, feeling her big, firm breasts pressing into his
arm. She didn't say anything for several minutes.
"Baby, my breasts are hurting again. Would you nurse me?" she finally
whispered.
"Oh, Yes," he gasped as he felt her push the covers down and spread her
gown open.
"Thank You," she sighed. Rolling over toward her, he pushed his face
down
onto her swollen breast. Like a piglet searching for nourishment, he
hunted for her nipple. Almost immediately he found the hard, swollen
pap
jutting up from her swollen breast and locked his lips around it.
Hungrily, he began to suck on it. Just as before, only a small trickle
of
milk oozed from his mother's nipple initially. Sucking harder, he felt
the flow increase and he was quickly rewarded with a mouthful of her
sweet, frothy milk. Gluttonously, he pulled and sucked on her gushing
tit
reveling in the delightful taste and warmth of her sweet, creamy milk.
As
he sucked and pulled on her breast, he realized that his throbbing cock
was pressed up against his mother's hot, firm leg. Her gown must have
ridden up her leg because there was nothing between his cock and her
bare
skin. Aflame with desire, he couldn't stop himself from pressing his
burning hardness against her leg even harder. He knew that she must
feel
his steel hard penis mashed up against her leg, but she made no effort
to
move her leg back away from him. Inspired by her lack of objection, he
continued to press his swollen hardness into her leg as he sucked and
fondled her swollen tit.
"Oh, yes, baby, it feels so good," he heard his mother whisper to him.
In his feverish state, he didn't know if she meant his cock or the way
he
was sucking her tit. Everything was happening too fast for him to fully
comprehend it. He was overwhelmed by the emotions pouring through his
mind. It was too incredulous to fully fathom. He was lying next to his
dear, sweet mother, sucking her breast and rubbing his cock against her
leg. It couldn't really be happening. He must be dreaming, but he knew
he
wasn't.
Slowly the flow of milk from her breast diminished as he ravenously
suckled her like a starving man. As he sucked, he was able to pull less
and less of her pure, precious milk into his mouth until at last the
flow
stopped altogether.
"Do the other one, baby," she cooed, her hands coaxing him over to her
other breast.
To reach her other breast, Wayne had to straddle her and lean over her.
Clumsily, he raised himself up on his hands and rolled his leg over
hers.
He was now lying with his mother's leg between his legs and his rock
hard
cock pressing down against her hard, firm thigh. Then he leaned down
and
quickly sucked her other swollen pap into his mouth.
"Oh, Yes, Baby," his mother groaned as he began to suck on her other
breast. "You make me feel so good."
Unable to control himself, he began to thrust his aching hardness
against
her leg as his mouth pulled on her big, hard nipple. He knew that she
couldn't help feeling his naked cock rubbing against her as he ground
it
down onto her leg. Just the feel of her hot, smooth skin on his prick
was
sending him rushing headlong toward another eruption. Knowing that
there
would be no way to disguise his ejaculation this time, he still
couldn't
stop humping his cock against her leg.
Just as before, the flow of milk was very slow at the start, but all at
once it began to pour into his mouth. Within moments his mouth was
filling with her the delicate, womanly flavor of her hot, sweet milk.
His head was swimming with pleasure and lust as he sucked and pulled on
her nipple. Wrapping his hand around her big, pliable breast, he
squeezed
and clutched her big, soft breast, trying to coax even more of her
wonderful cream from her breast.
"Oh, Baby," his mother murmured as he ravaged her breast with his
sucking, pulling mouth.
Gulping loudly, he sucked hungrily at his mom's breast. He couldn't get
enough of her frothy, sweet milk. Holding on tightly with both hands to
the soft abundance of her breast, he urged her to give him more and
more.
He had never experienced such power and desire before as he lay atop
his
mother, nursing.
As she lovingly ran her hands through his hair, she held his face
mashed
down against her breast. Then woefully, he felt the muscles in his
mother's leg harden as she tried to move her leg out from underneath
his
thrusting penis. Disheartened, he slowly lifted his leg and let her leg
slip out from under him. Then, in a flash of comprehension, he realized
that he was now lying between her long, shapely legs.
"Oh, Wayne," she moaned softly.
Encouraged by this new development, he renewed his attack on her breast
until, much sooner than he wished, the flow of thick, frothy milk
slowly
diminished to a trickle and then stopped.
Unwillingly to forfeit his vantage, Wayne continued to tease and taunt
her bloated nipple. As he did, he turned slightly and pressed his hard
maleness against the warmness of her soft, smooth inner thigh.
As he lay atop her now, his stomach was pressing down on the soft,
fuzzy
mat of hair covering her soft underbelly. He was so keyed up, he felt
like he could feel every one of her curly, pubic hairs individually
tickling his stomach. Then, like a bolt of lightning, it came to him.
There was nothing between him and his mother. It was his own bare skin
against her bare skin. He couldn't believe it, but she must have opened
her gown all the way when she had laid down next to him. It was to good
to be true, he thought as a perverse thrill ran through his body.
Infected by the perverted lust that was rigidly obvious, he mashed his
belly down on her and felt another jolt of excitement tear into his
overloaded brain. He could feel his mother's wetness pressing up
against
him as she gently thrust herself up against his stomach.
"Oh, baby..." she moaned softly.
Drowning in emotions that he had never felt before, he ever so slowly
let
his mother's nipple slip out of his mouth. But he kept his mouth
pressed
against the hot, smooth skin of her breast. Slowly, he began kissing
his
way up her breast on onto her neck.
"Oh, Baby," she gushed, arching her neck against his insistent lips.
Lifting his body, he determinedly kissed his way up her neck. Stopping
for a moment, he gently nibbled at the soft, fragrant skin just below
her
chin. Then his lips traveled up over her chin and quickly down onto her
lips.
"Oh, Christ," she groaned, pulling his face down and mashing her lips
against his. With their lips pasted together, their bodies pressed
together erotically.
In his squirming passion, Wayne suddenly found himself with the head of
his great, bloated penis resting against the soft, fleshy opening of
his
mother's wetness. Only a rapidly decaying fear of his mother's reaction
separated him from the dark wicked mysteries of her most sacred of
sacred
places. Then, as he felt the heat exuding from her weeping love wound,
he
felt her gently tilt her hips and gently press herself against him.
Holding himself back one moment longer, he continued to grind his mouth
against hers and slowly slid his tongue into her mouth.
Suddenly, he felt his mother's hands on his tight, clenched ass. As she
grabbed hold of his ass, he felt her dig her long, pink fingernails
into
him. Unable to postpone the inevitable any longer, he slowly pushed the
head of his cock into the burning, cleaving opening of his mother's
drooling vagina.
"Arrggghhhhhhhhh," he heard his mother gasp as their lips broke apart.
Gasping for breath, Wayne felt beads of perspiration pop out on his
forehead. He was feverish and confused. Should he stop? This was so
wrong. They were about to commit a mortal sin. A sin so evil and
heinous,
he would forever be branded as a Mother fucker. But, even as his mind
reeled in chaos, he knew that there was no way to stop now. They had
gone
too far. There was nothing anyone could do to stop their inescapable
plunge into the wicked depths of incestuous love.
Finding her lips again, he hungrily kissed her, deep and long. As they
kissed, he slowly eased his cock down into her flaming core. This
couldn't really be happening, he feverishly thought as his cock slowly
slipped deeper into the scalding depths of her tight, clutching
womanhood. He was fucking his dear, wonderful Mother. He would surely
go
to hell for what he was doing, but it would be worth it. He was fucking
his mother.
The feeling was indescribable. It was like thrusting his cock into a
tight, burning sheath of silky softness that lovingly clenched and
squeezed him. Unbelievably, it was hotter and wetter as he went deeper
and deeper inside the secret, intimacy of her very soul. There was
nothing else to live for, now. He was submitting himself to the most
wonderful experience a boy was capable of imagining. While the physical
pleasure was incomparable, the fact that his mother was his willing
partner in the wickedness was most important to him. While he wanted to
make love to her for so very long, he could never have done it without
her concurrence. Now she was more than his mother, she was his
soul-mate.
"Oh, My Fucking, God, Mother," he gasped, finally breaking their lip
lock.
"Oh, Wayne, My Baby, " she cried out, thrusting herself up against him.
Wayne's cock slid effortlessly into his mother's warmth. His origin.
His
source. The fiery oven of his birthplace. It felt like heaven. Even
though, he was reveling in the wicked delight of making love to his
mother, he was slightly surprised. It should have felt a little dirty
and
perverted. He should have had some guilt, but he couldn't believe how
natural and wonderful it felt. Making love to the beautiful woman was
incomparable to anything, he would never be able to make love to
another
woman.
Overcome by the delicious feelings pouring from his cock, he
tentatively
pulled his great, throbbing cock out slightly and then pushed it back
down into her fiery sheath once again. The sensation of her wet, hot
flesh wrapped around his aching cock sent fire coursing up his cock and
into his reeling mind. The exquisite pleasure spewing from his loins
was
rapidly becoming too intense to tolerate.
He realized that his mother must feel the same way as she arched her
hips
pulling him even deeper inside her scorching cunt. As he entered her,
he
could feel her bare breasts pressing up against chest. His chest was
wet
from the milk that still leaked from them.
Thrusting himself into her, he finally felt the head of his cock thud
up
against her cervix at the same instant his belly touched hers. They
were
made for each other and fit together perfectly.
Holding himself deep inside of her hot, sucking cunt, he bent down and
quickly kissed her again. His mother returned his kiss, and soon his
tongue snaked its way into her mouth. Mother and son embraced and
kissed
deeply with their hips flattened against each other.
The passion that was pouring through his body rapidly blossomed into a
white-hot spasm of ecstasy as the tension in his loins reached the
boiling point.
"Momph!" he tried to warn her but it was too late. His cock erupted
violently inside her, sending a huge gusher of his white-hot lavacum
spurting out into his mother's vagina.
"Oh, Wayne..." His mother gurgled, wrapping her legs around him, and
pushing her hips up against him. "Wayne, MY, Baby ..." she cried, her
voice softening into a whimper as his body continued to spasm and
writhe.
Over and over again, he felt his cock jerk and spurt gusher after
gusher
of his thick, hot cum deep into his mother's hungry, sucking cunt. It
was
pure heaven as wave after wave of pleasure washed over his body.
"Oh, My, God, Mother, I Love You," he gasped as he thrust himself down
into her again and again.
Finally, his mighty monster relented and stopped firing off inside of
her. Exhausted by the huge expenditure of physical and emotional
energy,
Wayne collapsed down on top of her. Neither of them spoke as they lay
pressed against each other for several moments. Then, as if reading
each
other's minds they began kissing and lovingly fondling and caressing
each
other.
As they petted, Wayne was surprised to find that his cock, still buried
inside his mother hadn't softened at all. After a few moments, he
slowly
began to slide his cock in and out of his mother's deep, wet cunt.
Within
moments, they were gently fucking as his mother eagerly returned his
thrusts. Soon, their bodies were moving in a heated rhythm.
"Oh, Wayne, I love it," she moaned as he fucked her.
"Mom ... Mom ... Mom." he heard himself moaning involuntarily as their
hips clashed together over and over. Their pent-up passion overcame
them
and suddenly they were going at each other like two clawing, biting
animals. They were unable to get enough of the other as they fought for
release from the burning, festering desire.
"Fuck Mommy, Fuck Mommy," he heard his mother grunt every time he
slammed
his hard cock into her.
Their hips slammed together loudly as they fucked, sending splatters of
their lovemaking flying all over the bed. The loud slurping of her cunt
as it sucked on his dick could even be heard above the roar of the rain
crashing down on the roof, but still they fucked.
At last, after twenty or thirty minutes of fierce, ball busting
fucking,
Wayne felt his scrotum begin to tighten. He could feel himself nearing
the point of eruption as his mother writhed and groveled below him,
urging him to fuck her harder and harder.
"Oh, Fuck, Baby, I feel it CUMMMMNNNNNN!" she finally screamed as her
body tensed and her muscles became as hard as boards. Wayne felt her
cunt
lock down around his cock, squeezing it so hard he couldn't stop it
from
exploding.
"FUCKMOTHERCUMMNNNN," he bellowed out at the same time a brilliant
flash
of lightning filled the room. Terrified by the blinding bolt of
lightning, he felt like the head of his cock had been blown off inside
his mother.
Then the whole house shook as thunder followed the lightning.
He couldn't stop cumming inside his mother. Over and over again, his
cock
gathered itself and spewed out load after load of his thick, creamy cum
into her clinging cunt. He quickly filled her to overflowing. He could
feel his cum oozing out around his spasming cock and running down the
crack of his mother's upturned ass.
Time seemed to stop as they groaned and fucked. At last, there was no
more and they collapsed in each other's arms. Consumed by their sinful
escapade, they immediately fell asleep.
Wayne awoke dazed and dead tired. Yawning, he stretched and wondered
why
he felt so groggy. Then he felt an icy finger of fear shoot down his
spine as he recalled the events of the previous night.
God, he had made love to his mother. Or was it just some wild, crazy
dream he had conjured up?
Panicky, he began to sweat. It had to be a dream, he thought. Then he
caught a whiff of his mother's perfume that lingered in the air.
Anxiously, he rolled over and shoved his nose down into the rumpled
sheets. The haunting fragrance of her perfume was even stronger on the
sheets. She must have been in his bed. But had they made love like he
remembered? Maybe he had just nursed her, like earlier. Maybe that was
it. And he had just imagined the rest of it.
As the torpor of sleep slowly departed from his mind, the frightening
details came back to him bit by bit. Then, as if to assure him, he felt
the itchy dryness of dried semen pull at the hairs on his leg. It was
no
dream. It was true. HE HAD MADE LOVE TO HIS MOTHER.
Recalling every erotic moment, he quickly found himself growing hard
once
again. The intoxicatingly wicked memory of their love-making was a
malignant aphrodisiac to him. He had made love to his mother and now,
he
wanted her again. He had to feed the diseased monster inside him. The
sick, evil craving they had created must be satisfied. Now that he had
tasted the forbidden fruit, there was no turning back, he had to have
more.
But what about his mother? And where was she? Had she gone back to her
own bed in shame and disgust? Was shy lying there in her bed despising
him and what he had done to her? He was so afraid that she would hate
him. Fearing the answer, he had to know how she felt toward him.
One short night of love making and he was already resentful of her
absence. Glancing down at his watch, he saw it was already nine
o'clock.
Where had the time gone?
Thinking back on last nigh, he reached down and quickly ran his hand up
and down his big, swollen cock. He wished it was his mother's hand
instead of his as he quickly rolled out of bed.
Walking over to the door, he admired his ten inches of stiff, bloated
cock sticking out in front of him like a divining rod searching for
pussy. Stopping in the doorway, he looked out into the living room.
He felt his heart lurch with desire and tenderness as he saw was his
mother standing at the front door looking outside. As his eyes hungrily
devoured her form, he was surprised to see bright, hot sunlight
streaming
through the door. It had finally stopped raining.
He felt a sudden disappointment. He had hoped that the rain would
continue and give him more time alone with his mother. That is if she
didn't hate him.
But the rain was gone. Now every moment became more and more precious.
As
he stared at his mother, the sunlight streaming through the door made
it
obvious that she wasn't wearing anything under her thin, flimsy gown.
It
was the same gown she had worn last night and he could easily see right
through it. His already hardened maleness jumped with excitement as he
stood ogling the enticing silhouette of his mother's body outlined by
the
bright sunlight.
He couldn't move for several minutes. He was afraid to find out how she
felt toward him. But he had to know. Would she hate him or, or what, he
wondered. Would she have come to her senses and spurn him in the
bright,
harsh light of morning?
He tried to imagine what she was thinking about. What must be going
through her mind? Did she think he was a fiend for what he had done to
her? What they had done was wrong. Terribly wrong. But it had been so
wickedly wonderful.
Wayne had made love to several girls before, but it was nothing like
what
had happened last night. He had loved his mother like any son loved his
mother before last night. Now that love had mutated into an obscene
hunger to possess her body. The craving was so deep and profound, just
looking at her made his heart ache with desire. He had never known
anything so consuming! So devastating! So addictive!
Looking down, he guiltily watched as his big, heavy cock bouncing up
and
down lewdly. Just thinking about her was enough to make him cum.
How did she feel about him?
Trying to reign in his passion, he shamefully remembered that this was
the same woman who had raised him. Spanked his bottom when he had
needed
it. Wiped his little butt when he shit in his pants. Chastised him when
he was bad. Wiped his runny nose when he was sick. Kissed his owies and
made them better. Fed him. Clothed him. Comforted him. Fucked him.
No matter how she felt now, she had been his lover for one night
anyway.
In his heart, He was now her lover and always would be regardless of
her
feelings toward him. He knew what he felt for her was a perversion of
love, but it was all he had. He knew it was sick for a son to love his
mother as he did, but he couldn't help it. He was a prisoner of his own
lust.
He had to know how she felt about him. What did she think of him now
that
they had made love. He couldn't put it off any longer. He had to know
NOW! Stepping across the room as quietly as he could, he slipped up
behind her. Wrapping his arms around her, he forcefully pulled her back
against him.
"What, uh, oh," she mumbled as he hugged her to him.
"Good morning, Mother," he bubbled. "How do you feel today?" She didn't
speak. His heart jumped into his throat. He was afraid to move as she
seemed to ignore his presence for several moments. So she really did
hate
his guts, he thought.