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Date: Wed, 26 Oct 2005 00:04:41 +0000
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Taboo
"Oedipus was blinded because the light of truth was too much to bare" - B.
Traven
"[A] Mother/son [relationship] is the one relationship-type where both parties
get exactly what they need from the other party and the relationship, and the
power status between the parties is the most equitable." - Dr. J. Boswell,
Institute of Advanced Sexual Studies
"Live it up like a motherfucker." - Ted Nugent
"Son: Mom, I think I have an Oedipus Complex. Mother: That's OK - as long as you
love your mother" - Book of Jewish Mother Jokes
"Your mother should kno-owww, ... your mother should know" - Magical Mystery
Tour, The Beatles 1967
She was leaning over the sink looking intently into the mirror as she carefully
applied her mascara. She was not finished dressing yet. She wore a silky white
half slip through which he could make out the faint outline of her girdle. On
top wore a cream-colored brassiere with a floral pattern. The underwire cups
lifted her heavy breasts high and barely contained the overflow of abundant
flesh at the top of her bra. He studied his mother's body as he had done many
times in the past. It was plump, almost verging on fat, with soft billowing
curves, large breasts, and a big fleshy butt.
** His mother's body never failed to excite him, and he felt him- self growing
hard. Since he was a child he seized every opportunity to secretly observe his
Mom's body which she always exposed with such casualness. In his teens he would
relieve his sexual tension in secret shame after watching his mother. Later in
life, of course, he discover- ed that her display of nudity to him was not that
accidental but some- thing extremely exciting to both of them. As an adult when
they finally became sexually active, it was like a dam had burst with a release
of sexual tension.
They both wondered whether this sexual tension always existed between a mother
and son that rarely got realized. Maybe all sexual relationships were proxy
incestual relationships that vainly tried to capture the magic and passion of
the original unconsummated taboo.
In his own case, his previous sexual relations paled in com- parison with the
burning intensity of his new relationship with his Mom. Nothing compared to
fucking his own mother!
After the first time they had consummated their relationship, they knew they
there was no going back. They both knew that the outside world could never
accept their relationship even in a so-called age of sexual freedom - so they
had to be careful.
He moved in with his mother, ("To save on expenses"), where he had his own
bedroom for outside appearances, but he actually moved into his mother's bedroom
where they were safe from the judgmental view of the outside world. Occasionally
they would take vacations, away from those who knew them, where they could
openly display affection as lovers by pretending to be husband and wife. The age
difference between them, (22 and 38), was small enough that Mom only got an
occasional wink for having landed such a young stud.
Instead of their passion diminishing over time, it grew until it seemed to
displace the rest of their lives. They reveled in each other's bodies, never
tiring of seeking new kinks to release the enor- mous sexual tension they
discovered between them. Of course the biggest kink at all that ignited their
passion was their relationship itself - the naughtiness of the taboo of the
sexual union of a mother and son!
** ** **
"I've got to ready for work." she said without turning around. She startled
him out of his reverie. She was looking at him in the mir- ror while still
applying mascara.
He walked up behind his mother, grasping her waist. The touch of her warmth was
electric. He looked at their reflection in the mir- ror. He thought they already
looked like lovers with the look that re- vealed easy familiarity of each others
body. He hoped that it was not as obvious to others as it appeared to him.
"I'm going to be late." she said with a touch of annoyance.
He ignored her and started kissing the back of her neck. His hands climbed the
front of her until the found the cool silkiness of her brassiere. He cupped his
mother's breasts through the brassiere, feeling their fullness.
"No. I told you - I'm going to be late for work. Let's wait until I get home."
Her voice was cracking now. She tried to squirm away but he held her firmly. His
right hand entered the front of her bras- siere. He played with her right
nipple, circling it with his index finger until it stiffened.
"No." she protested, but it came out weak and half-hearted. Her body started to
relax. He lifted his mother's breast until it hung obscenely out of the
brassiere cup. He pulled at her nipple, gently at first but then harder.
"Oohh." she moaned. Her mouth was open and slack now.
"Let's go in the bedroom." she said trying to contain the ex- citement in
her voice.
"No. Here." he said as he unzipped himself.
"In front of the bathroom sink? That's a new one."
He yanked down his mother's half-slip to the floor. She stepped out of it,
still facing the bathroom sink. He grabbed the waistband of her girdle and
pulled down roughly. It caught on the swell of her ass, and he pulled harder
without much luck.
"Ouch. Wait a minute." She bend forward more, which pushing out her big ass
further. She grabbed the girdle at the side of her hips and slid the girdle down
in one smooth motion. The girdle fell uselessly to the floor. She stepped out of
it, threw it to one side, and resumed her position in front of the sink.
He studied the fleshy abundance of his mother's buttocks. It was softly padded
white outlined with pink lines from her girdle. He ran his palm lightly over its
expansive curves.
"I'm already late for work so let's hurry, OK."
He found himself flushed with anger. He lifted the hand that was caressing her
ass and slammed it down hard on his mother's bare ass.
"I'm not boring you, Mom, am I?" He slapped her harder than he'd intended. Her
bottom was still quivering from his blow and he could see the pink outline of
his palm-print on her right buttock. In the mirror he could see tears well up in
her eyes. She bit her lower lip but remained silent.
He felt guilty he had slapped her so hard. He kissed the back of her neck
lightly. He reached around and felt at her crotch. She was sopping wet! Lately,
the lovemaking had graduated to light-grade SM where they explored together the
often thin border between pleasure and pain. He imagined they were much freer
with sexual experiment than other couples because they had already jumped an
enormous hurdle in becoming lovers in the first place.
He played with her clitoris and she moaned and spread her legs to permit him
better access. As he played with his mother's pussy the head of his cock
brushed against the warmth of her buttocks, sending electric shocks through his
body. With his hand he glided himself to- ward the crack of his Mom's bottom,
lightly brushing his cock along the length. He looked at his mother in the
mirror. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was slack. He knew she was close.
She looked partic- ularly whorish with her big bare butt and her teat hanging
out of the front of her bra.
He pushed his cock into the crack of his mother's butt, seeking the warmth
within while he continued fingering her clit.
"Not there, honey. I'm still sore from the last time. Please." She opened her
eyes and looked at her son dreamily in the mirror.
"It's OK, Mom." He tried hard to sound reassuring. He grabbed a tube of shampoo
from the side of the sink and squeezed a wad of it into his hand. She jumped
from the sudden coolness as he worked the shampoo into her crack. She drew a
sharp intake of breath as he buried his index finger into her anus up to the
first knuckle. By the time he introduced a second finger into her ass she was
bucking against his hand with excitement.
"You're like a bitch in heat, Mom." he grunted as he removed his fingers from
his mother's butt, and guided the purple head of his cock to her anus. He met
surprisingly little resistance as he started pushing further into his
mother's butt.
"Say it, Mom." He groped at her exposed breast, cupping it.
"Say it." he insisted. He pinched cruelly at her nipple while he pushed at her
anal sphincter.
"Fuck ... me. Fuck my ass." his mother said breathlessly. It was a little game
they played.
He could see his mother wince in pain as he pushed past her spincter and slid
deep into her rectum. She spread her legs further to relieve some of the
pressure. He waited until she could adjust to his intrusion. His cock was
throbbing in the warmth of his Mom's tight ass. It felt like a velvet glove was
grabbing his cock. He knew he wasn't going to last mush longer.
He started thrusting slightly and heard his mom moan in plea- sure ... and pain.
"Ohhh ..."
She pushed back against him, which encouraging him to go further.
He thrusted further in longer strokes. He heard himself moaning now.
"Mom ... you bitch" he said through clenched teeth. He was seriously fucking his
Mom's ass now in long hard strokes. His mother bucked back against him.
"Ohhh ..." They were moaning loudly in unison now. He roughly grabbed a buttock
in each hand and pinched hard. He was really riding his mother's ass - fucking
her bare butt in punishing thrusts.
"Oh! Oh! you mother-fucker. Oh." His mother was coming now. Screaming
embarrassingly loud.
"Ahhh ... " his mother's loud orgasm was enough to push him over the edge. He
spasmed load after load of semen into his mother's ass-tunnel.
They sunk to the bathroom floor together. He held his mother close, feeling
her heartbeat. After what seemed hours, but was probably only minutes, they
kissed tenderly.
"I love you, Mom." he whispered.
"I love you too, Sweetie."
They hugged each other tightly. It always amazed him that after all the sex play
between them they still felt this overwhelming rush of genuine love for each
other. It was as if their relationship instead of being a perversion of family
relationships was simply the most natural expression of the love between a
mother and son.
She got up and noticed that her breast was still hanging out of bra. She tucked
it back in and adjusted her bra. She caught him looking up at her. She smiled at
him. "Don't get any ideas. I'm de- finitely late for work now."
Amazingly enough, he did feel a stirring in his loins as he laid there watching
his mother bare-ass except for a brassiere. But he doubted he had enough energy
left to get off the floor.
After a small struggle she pulled the girdle back on followed by the half-slip.
She looked down at her son still laying on the floor in exhaustion.
"What am I going to tell them at work for the reason I'm late?" she said in mock-
seriousness.
"Just tell them you were fucking your son's brains out." he joked.
"That excuse isn't going to work because you don't have any brains to fuck out"
she laughed, and winked at him.
"Oh, Mom . . ." he said dreamily...
End
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