Oedipus Spanks 4

bySamKnight©

Then I put one hand on her. She shook all over. Every part of her that wasn't tied down, began to quiver uncontrollably and she started yelling in panic into her gag. My hand found her pussy. It was already sopping. I just tickled her gently, found her clit hood and began to massage it. Round and round with my finger, just keeping a steady pressure.

I took my other hand and grasped her breast. It was hard from being tied up, but I was able to grab a hold of her nipple and start tugging away on it.

Then I put my fingers inside her vagina which was slick with fluid. I started to hump away inside her, all the while tugging on her nipples. Mom was screaming by this point, actively screaming. I think she was terrified and I regretted it at once.

I stopped what I was doing and was about to show myself to her and confess, when her demeanour changed. She wasn't screaming so much anymore, it sounded more like she was requesting. And the way that her body had stopped shaking, but her hips were still squirming, I think she wanted more.

So I got back onto my knees and replaced my fingers in her pussy. And resumed my tugging on her tits. A minute or so later, Mom's legs were shaking and I knew that an orgasm was close. I'd gained enough experience of her during the night to recognise this one thing about Mom.

So I broke it off. Stopped what I was doing and crept steadily away, returning to the water about ten minutes later, having returned to the spot I came ashore. Again I swam carefully out to the boat and climbed back on board at the far side. Once inside, I dried myself off and dressed, before coming back out on deck to wave at Mom. I sat and watched her a while, then used the hydraulic winch to draw up anchor, start the engine and return to shore.

I walked directly to her and removed her ball gag. Once she got some saliva back, the corners of her mouth curled. "Master, was that you?"

"Was what me slave?"

"Did you swim ashore Master?"

"No slave. Why would I do that?"

"Babes, please, tell me, was that you? Please Babes."

"Relax Mom. It was me, my love. I'm sorry."

Mom smiled and heaved a sigh of relief. She closed her eyes and waited for me to unstrap her forehead.

"Did you come Mom?"

"No Babes. But I need to desperately."

"I know Mom. But not yet. Soon. I promise."

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Chapter 20

Back on board, I was hungry. Famished. I hadn't eaten since breakfast and all the sexual frustration had taken the life out of me. My son, of course, had yet more ideas in that beautiful head of his.

He lay me down naked on the upper deck, pointing at the sky, wearing my collar, cuffs and belt. He followed me up with a plate full of cold food, finger food and a saucepan he had filled with condiments and such.

He was also naked. And erect.

Then carefully, he began to lay out food on my body, as though I was some sort of geisha girl. He had Scotch eggs on my nipples, celery sticks propped under my breasts, he'd filled my belly button with brown sauce, there were sandwiches on my stomach and chocolate eclairs on my thighs. The piece de resistance was a washed and peeled carrot – that he had inserted deep into my vagina.

He lay down alongside me and began with the Scotch eggs, eating them himself, well, chewing them anyway. He then kissed me and fed the contents of his mouth into my own with his tongue. My baby was pre-chewing my food for me and instead of being repulsed as I would on any other day, it was a completely sexual act and I wanted it all, I wanted to be fed that way by my gorgeous son.

He took a stick of celery and dipped it into the brown sauce in my navel. He let me have the first bite, but then he put his lips to mine and began digging inside my mouth for the favour to be returned. I used my tongue to help him receive the chewed celery stick. He dipped his tongue into my belly button and brought it to my mouth, letting me lick the sauce off his tongue before allowing me another bite of celery.

He then eased the carrot from inside me and took a bite, replacing the carrot immediately afterwards.

"Mmm. That's good slave. You have to try that."

"Yes please Master."

He took the carrot out again and allowed me a bite, crunchy raw carrot, slick with my own juices, fed to me by my naked son, his cock now somehow flaccid, scraping along the length and breadth of my body. He again replaced it, though less now protruded, it still deep filled me inside.

He reached for a sandwich next. It was just a piece of bread. He reached into the saucepan and pulled out a foil wrapped square of butter. He broke off a piece of bread and slotted it under his foreskin, then wiped the butter onto his penis. He leaned over my face and my mouth swallowed his cock, my tongue foraging for every last buttery crumb.

He liked the feel of that as much as I did, because he was eager to have another go. I looked at my son and he looked back at me. I was so hot for him, my whole body was lit up just for him.

"Thank you Master. More please, more."

He continued to dribble bits of celery into my mouth, but he'd licked my navel clean with his tongue. The carrot tasted so fine, but the cock sandwiches were best of all. Fuck, I really did want to eat it, to take a bite.

With the savoury food finished, he reached for the first chocolate eclair. He straddled me and bit off the end closest to him. He turned it around and bit the other end. I could see fresh cream right the way through. He'd managed to keep his cock somewhere between soft and semi-hard all the time I was eating sandwiches, but now it was rock hard, in all its seven inch glory. It was a good job they were large eclairs. He pushed his cock into the open end closest to him, cream spilling out onto my tongue.

"Oh yes Master. Feed me. Feed me your huge cock Master. Please."

Eclair. Oh. The rush. Chocolatey goodness. So sweet. I devoured his cock and the eclair upon it and was begging for the other. He didn't disappoint.

My body had been cleared of food, but he hadn't had much. Then I saw him reaching for another pat of butter, which he dropped onto my nipple and spread it around. Another pat and my other nipple. Mommy's two buttered nipples awaited. He tore apart another slice of bread and dropped them onto my breasts then lowered his head onto them and ate lunch off me, lapping up every last bit of butter on my breasts. That looked and felt so good. I wanted the same.

"Please Master. May I?"

He again painted my nipple with another butter pat and fed my breast into my mouth as I could not, my hands still cuffed at my waist. He picked up the foil wrappers and wiped whatever butter was left onto his own nipples; then leaned over me for my tongue to pleasure him as he had pleasured me.

"Oh God Master. I love you."

With all the food gone, there was just the cheese course remaining. Still straddling me, his cock just below my chin, he masturbated, reaching around to slap my now bare vulva every 30 seconds or so. I just lay there staring up into his eyes, mouth open, awaiting his goodness. Just before he came, he ordered me to shut my mouth. Then he sprayed all over my face, up my nostril, onto my eye, in my hair, my chin, my cheek. Then he rubbed his cock around on my face, spreading his semen around.

He collapsed alongside me and gently rubbed his sperm into every pore on my face. Oh this was paradise. If only he would give me that orgasm now, I would die happy and fulfilled. I certainly now knew what my last meal on Earth would be if I were ever given the choice.

As I lay there in the sun, my baby's semen drying quickly on my face, pulling my skin tight, I dreamed of tonight. He wouldn't have to do very much to me. I think if he just blew on me right now, I would come.

I'd actually fallen asleep and awoke to my son licking my face, licking all of my face. He was cleaning himself off me, but honestly, great though it felt, I enjoyed the feeling of being marked. Like he had staked his claim to me, coming on my face, rubbing it all in, I was his – his own personal property, to do with as he pleased.

I had absolutely no energy. My chest was heaving, my breasts were tingling and I couldn't do anything but lay there, bound helpless. I smiled. He knew what I wanted, but he knew what he was doing too. There was no doubt about it, he was the master. He was my master. And even though all this may have begun as a perverted game, I think, from this moment on, I would always think of him as my master. Whatever he commanded, I would do; I would serve him. That was what I wanted. This was what I wanted life to be from now on – me and my son and only me and my son, slave and master.

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Chapter 21

I was in heaven. My Mom was so beautiful. She was all that I desired and ever would. Perfection? In my eyes, certainly. She was just so radiant, her grey-blue eyes, her smooth unblemished skin, barely a wrinkle; her cute little nose, perfect jaw line, dazzling smile. My Mom was a true gem. And there was no part of her that I was unfamiliar with.

I'd shaved her earlier, without permission. I know I'd seen her clit and felt around inside her pussy lips, but seeing it bare like that, feeling her skin, slapping her down there, so moist and bubbling, God, I was so very definitely in my ideal vision of heaven. This is what I wanted, now and for evermore. If it could just be Mom and me from now on, that would most certainly be my wish.

And my nude cock wanted into her nude pussy. And I wanted in there tonight.

But I had to keep her sex up without allowing her to go over the edge. As we walked down onto the rear deck, I scooped her up in my arms and threw her overboard.

"Arghhh!" she screamed. The water was cold, particularly so after sunning up on deck for so long.

I dived in immediately after her and found my way under her, slinking between her legs and licking her pussy. She clamped her thighs around my head and I continued to delve deeper, pushing a finger into her bum, curling it inside her.

I had to come up for air. When I did I wrapped my arms around her from behind and whispered in her ear.

"I love you with all my heart slave. Do you love me?"

"Master, I love you with all of my heart too."

"Prove it," I said.

"Anything Master."

I held up my fingers in front of her, five on each hand. "Lick them."

One had been up her bum. She knew that. And I knew how she had safe –worded out at the thought of cleaning them before.

"Let's make a game of it slave. We'll go one for one. You start, pick a finger and lick it. Then you pick one for me and I'll lick it. And we'll keep going like that 'til between us, we've licked them all."

She licked my thumb. That was a fairly safe bet. She then chose my right index finger for me to lick. She didn't know which one had been inside her, but I did. And it wasn't that one. I licked it and made a yucky face and spluttered in disgust to make her believe I had used the obvious finger.

She giggled and wrapped her legs around me as we tread water face to face.

"Go on slave. Next finger."

"But Master, I thought ..."

"Next finger."

"Yes Master."

She wasn't sure now. Had I tasted the bum finger or not? She chose my other thumb and made me lick my left index finger. I just smiled that time. Next she went for the third finger on my left hand. No, not that one either. If only she had gone for the third on my right hand, she would have tasted it then.

She had me suck the middle finger on my right hand, while she went for – yes – bum finger. She tasted it in horror and stuck out her tongue and shrieked.

"Well done slave. I'll reward you for that."

I dived down under the water and came up between her legs once again, but this time I was at her back exit and I used my tongue to poke into her little rosebud. Her legs kicked under water and I held on firm to her hips and licked my way up her backside.

I came up for air and swam around in front of Mom. "Kiss me slave. Kiss me."

She looked into my eyes. And went for it. Now we both sampled the taste of Mom's bum. And we discovered that far from being gross, it was actually quite sexy. "Put your finger up my bum slave. And lick it."

"Master?"

I looked at her with raised eyebrows.

"Yes Master." She did as I directed. I was so hard.

"Do it again slave, but put the finger in my mouth."

"Yes Master."

I sucked her finger and wouldn't let go. I just kept licking and sucking and slurping. Then I kissed her mouth and felt between my legs for my cock and positioned it in between Mom's legs on the underside of her fanny.

"Mom. I mean slave. You know I want you, don't you? I want inside you."

"I know Babes, but ... we can't, we can't ever. You know that don't you?"

"But why Mom? We've done so much already. We can't pretend that we haven't, because we have. I've licked you, front and back, my fingers have been inside you. I've kissed every part of you, you've sucked my cock, we've come on each other, we've come all over each other. Why Mom, why can't we?"

"Because you're my son and ... I can't fuck my son, I just can't. Don't ask me to Babes, please don't ask me, because ..."

"Because what Mom?"

She didn't answer.

"Because what Mom?"

She breathed heavily. "Because it's taking all of my resolve to say no to you. I want it. I want it as badly as you do. I want to feel this ..." She felt for my cock and began to stroke it. "... Inside me. I want you to fill me, stretch me. I want you to fuck my fucking brains out. I do. I truly do. But I can't. You have to understand Babes. Mothers and sons just don't fuck. It might happen on those websites, but they're just stories Babes, they're just fantasies. It's my fantasy, it's your fantasy, but that's how it's got to stay, just our fantasy. Anything else ... I will do with you. I will deny you nothing ... but that."

I nodded my head. I understood. And while it didn't dissolve my desire, it at least made living with it easier, knowing that Mom wanted it every bit as much as I did, she was just remaining strong for the both of us.

"Come on Babes, let's call it a day for today."

We swam around to the ladder at the back of the boat and climbed back on board. We walked into the saloon naked and dried each other off with towels.

Mom walked over to the draining board and rummaged into the condiment saucepan and pulled out a pat of butter. She looked at me with a glint in her eyes and went down into her bedroom and left the door open for me.

"Are you coming or not Babes?"

"I'm coming Mom."

Mom was kneeling on the bed, her left elbow on the mattress, so too her head. Her bum was poking up in the air and she had the whole butter pat on the end of her right index finger, feeling around in her butt crack. She was spreading the butter all over her little pucker hole.

"Fill me with your seed, my son."

"Mom!"

I ran over to the bed and tackled her, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her onto her side, "Mommy!" I cried. "I want you. I need you Mom. Please, just hold me."

I was sobbing. Mom lifted herself up and held me to her bosom while my tears ran down her breasts. I just couldn't deal with it. I was so utterly overcome with emotion at the sight of what my mother would do for me, the extremes she would go to because of the love she had for me. "Mommy."

"There there, baby boy. Mommy's got you. Mommy's got you."

She kissed the top of my head while I just cuddled in her arms. I was such a baby. In that moment, that's all I could be. I was simply unable to react any other way. I needed my Mommy. I needed her more than anything. And in that moment, that's just what she became.

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Chapter 22

"Come on now Babes." I stroked his cheek. "Feeling better?"

"I'm sorry Mom."

"Babes. You never have to say sorry to me, not now, not ever. You are the light of my life."

"I love you Mom."

I squeezed him tight and then got back onto my knees. I felt my bottom and it was still slick with butter. "Come on now lover, put your cock in Mommy's arse. You know you want to!"

He knelt behind me and I felt the tip of his cock prodding at my tight little hole.

"Easy now stallion."

God that didn't feel right. "Hang on, hang on Babes. Pull out a bit and try again."

He pushed in again. It felt so tight and so, just not right. I tried to relax, thinking that might be it. He just didn't seem to be making any headway. I was about to ask him to pull out again when suddenly he flew inside. Just whoosh, like that, right the way in, all the way.

I knelt there with my eyes shut, picturing myself as my son, fucking me up the arse, imagining I had the cock. He reached around for my nipples and planted soft, loving kisses all down my back. Then I felt his hand wrap around my stomach as he humped away. Slap, slap, slap went my titties and his balls as he filled me; then a slippery tight clench from my ass as his cock threatened to vacate my premises, before refilling me. I loved the slap of his balls on my vulva, but it was definitely the outstroke that was doing it for me. My bum hole felt all tingly, but sadly, I felt very little else sexually.

He only lasted a few minutes before I knew he was unloading his creamy, white goodness inside of me. He went still and his cock just seemed to heave in my anus.

He slipped out and a moment later, I felt his tongue, right where his cock had just been. Now that was an altogether different feeling. That was naughty, that was dirty, that was – fucking delicious. My whole body came alive with his loving licks.

I moaned as his fingers reached to my front, his thumb entering me, his forefinger rubbing back and forth on my hood, the two seemed to connect somewhere deep inside me. I don't know if he knew what he was doing, but I think for the first time in my life, someone had found my G spot. So the damn thing did exist after all. Well, blow me!

George had never found it, I'd never found it, but my son had certainly found something. That was soooo good. So very, very good. Licking, stroking, rubbing, three different intimate parts of my body. And then –

SLAP.

He smacked my backside and stopped all other stimulation.

"No orgasm for you slave. It's not time."

Oh fuck no.

Once again, he tied me up in my bedroom, wrists cuffed to my neck collar. He shut the door, leaving me naked on my bed.

"Get some rest slave. We don't want you passing out later."

I heard the engine start up and we set off once more.

Oh God. It was two days now, two full days of sexual frustration. He had teased me, taunted me, pleasured me to the brink and not beyond. I had been naked in public, humiliated, filmed, shaved, slapped, spanked, filled, licked in places I'd never wanted to be licked, licked things I'd never wanted to lick, had food shoved in parts of my anatomy, eaten food off my son's cock. And all without orgasm. I needed a fucking orgasm and I needed my fucking orgasm now.

I howled away at him for some reciprocated pleasure. All he did was enter my cabin, put the ball gag in my mouth, put my blindfold on and whisper that he loved me. He fondled my breasts and kissed my bare vulva and then he was gone.

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Chapter 23

It broke my heart to leave my Mom go hungry like that. All I could hope was that what I had in store for her later would more than make up for all the teasing.

Right now, the boat just wouldn't go fast enough. Not that it mattered. I'd arranged something for a certain time tonight and going faster wasn't going to make a whole lot of difference on that front. Still, I felt hopeful that everything would pay off when we reached the south shore of Loch Ness, near where we had moored three nights earlier.

At a quarter to seven, I began preparing Mom. I temporarily removed her blindfold and sat her up. Looking into her eyes, I told her just what she meant to me and assured her I didn't love her any less because she wouldn't let me fuck her.

Once again, I lubed her ass and inserted the butt plug. I cuffed her wrists to her sides with the belt and gave her a quick, teasing buzz with the clit massager. Then, back in with the ball gag, on with the blindfold and I also inserted her ear plugs.

I positioned her centrally on the bed, with her legs splayed and pointing at the door. Then I brought out the one remaining toy I hadn't shown her and I began to rub it on her body.

I loved teasing her without her knowing what it was. I teased her entrance, splayed wide for all the world to see, then I dragged it up her body, across her breasts, over her face, before placing it in her hand. And let go.

I stood there and watched her caress it, let her figure out what it was. Then I took it from her and inserted it where she wouldn't let me go.

God, there was so much of it. I think it stuck out of my Mom's slippery goodness further than it could have been inside. At least half of it was sticking out of her like an erection. A big, black erection. Yes, I'd bought her the twelve inch!

At seven o'clock, good to their word, my guests arrived.

I offered them drinks in the saloon but I knew they were excited and wanted to get right to it. I opened Mom's cabin door and allowed them a peak inside, to whet their appetites. Then I went over a few things with them. This time, I was going to allow them to go much further than they had gone before.

I explained that I'd left the toys out and they could use any and all that they wanted. They could spank any sexual part of her with the paddle, tie her up however they wanted, play with the dildo, activate the butt plug, use the clit massager, remove the ball gag and kiss her, or put something in her mouth. They just couldn't remove the blindfold or earplugs. Not yet anyway.

I'd set the tripod up in one corner, but for now, I would just hold the camcorder and film freehand.

There was just one slightly awkward thing to despatch with. We all took another sip from our drinks and set about stripping off in front of each other.

I'm sure the lesbians had seen each other nude before. And they weren't likely going to be interested in me and what I had, but they were most definitely interested in Mom.

As the second lesbian had her wicked way with Mom in the window the other day, the first made me an offer that was difficult to refuse. She'd said, if we were ever coming back this way again, to give her a call – and we'd play.

And now, it was time to play.

They didn't know that Mom was my Mom, as far as they knew, we were just a dominant and submissive, albeit, a slightly older one. I had asked just one thing of them – could they make out like there was just one person in the room. I wanted Mom to think it was just me in there, at least for the time being.

I could hold them off no longer and they were perfectly content to let me film everything as I had let them film the other day. Quid pro quo. Besides, they would be getting a copy via email a few days from now anyway.

The first lesbian – Louise, who had short brown hair on her head but none elsewhere on her body, dropped to her knees and blew between Mom's legs, playing briefly with the cock before slipping it out and taking a long slurp of it. I was so looking forward to this. If I was sure of one thing, it was that lesbians knew exactly how to please women sexually. My Mom was surely in for a treat – and that was before any of the other stuff took effect.

The second lesbian with the long blonde hair had a dark brown bush that looked very much like Mom's had before I shaved her. It was a classic case of curtains not matching the carpet. It surprised the hell out of me when Maya, her name, put her hand on her head and removed her hair. It was a wig. She was completely shaved up on top.

To say my jaw dropped almost to the floor and my dick sprung six foot into the air at the sight of what I witnessed next would be nothing short of understatement. Not only was her hair removable, her bush was too. She was wearing a merkin. Fuck me. I'd never seen anything like it. I was fascinated with it and picked it up to get a closer look.

Maya knelt down behind Louise and began massaging her tits as Lou tenderly danced up and down the sides of Mom's vagina, where leg met crotch.

Mom was enjoying. That I could see. She was glistening down there and not just from Louise's saliva. She used nothing but her mouth, whether it was to blow or lick, no hands, no nothing, just mouth. I squatted down as I zoomed in on Louise taking Mom's labia in her teeth, ever so lightly, her touch exquisite, Mom's movements giving her away, the pleasure she was feeling was intense and it was only just beginning.

Suddenly, I felt a hand cupping my balls as they hung between my legs and then another hand tugging back my shaft skin to expose my head. I took my eyes away from the view screen and both lesbians were looking right at me and smiling, each one using one of their hands on me. Fuck me.

They switched places and Maya now took her turn between Mom's legs while Louise took Mom's breast in her hand and began to tease it, tug at her nipple, roll it between her thumb and forefinger, pinch a little. Mom arched her back and let out a little moan through her gag.

Maya stepped back and wrapped her arms around Louise and they used a hand each to caress both of Mom's breasts simultaneously. Then they took it in turns to lick Mom's breasts, quickly alternating, swirling their tongues around her nipples. Next they stroked the sides of Mom's face and Maya removed Mom's ball gag.

The first word out of Mom's mouth was fuck. And then she moaned a heavenly moan. She knew she was finally going to be getting off. Maya kissed her and plunged her tongue slowly into Mom's mouth while looking directly at the camera, a saucy grin on her face.

Louise licked her finger and dipped it into Mom's mouth. Mom's tongue shot out, wriggling around, looking for it. It found Maya's tongue. Louise was now stroking down the sides of Moms body, the gentlest of touches, just breezy, flowing down the contours of her breast.

The two women stood to the side and looked at each other, without saying a word, they smiled, Maya putting her finger in her own mouth, playfully biting it. The girls had a plan. A telepathic one.

Louise stepped between Mom's legs and plunged her finger inside Mom's vagina. At the same time, Maya was doing the same thing to herself. When Lou removed her finger from Mom, Maya dipped her own finger into Mom's mouth, giving her a taste of another woman's sex, for probably the first time in her life.

Louise licked her own finger and tasted Mom's sex, then they switched and did the same thing over. My cock was bobbing and throbbing and there was no way I was going to touch it because the last thing in the world I wanted to do now was come – before this show was over.

Mom was teased enough. Her first orgasm was only moments away. The girls knew it and gave me the nod. It was time to push Mom right over the edge. Louise came and knelt between Mom's legs again and began gently blowing on her hot sex. Maya positioned herself higher up Mom's body, at the ready, I put the camcorder on the tripod and knelt next to Louise.

Louise began to eat out Mom's pussy. As her climax approached, Mom wriggled and moaned. "Oh yes, yes Master, yes Master, please, please, pleeeaaaassse."

That was my moment. I sucked on Mom's big toe. Louise kept munching away and Maya took Mom's breast in her mouth too.

Mom barely had time to react or figure out how she had three tongues on her, all at once. She screamed out in ecstasy, nothing but incoherent, carnal grunts.

I stopped sucking on Mom's toe and went and kissed her mouth. At the same time I pulled out her earplugs.

"Babes. Babes ... what ... who's here? Babes?"

"Relax slave." I almost called her Mom. "Just enjoy."

I went back to sucking on her toe as Louise dug deep in Mom's vagina and now used her fingers too, some inside of Mom, stroking as she licked, but also strumming with her other hand right across Mom's clit hood.

Maya was now kissing Mom's mouth and fondling both of her breasts. And I continued to suck on her toes and caress her legs. There were just too many hands and too many tongues on Mom for her to understand what was going on. All she could do was scream out her joy.

"Babes. Babes please, show me who else is here."

Maya looked at me and I nodded. She removed Mom's blindfold. I don't know what Mom thought when she saw these two women, she hadn't seen them in the flesh on Tuesday, but she had seen both their faces on the video, though Maya now had her hair removed.

Mom's head shot back onto the pillow as she started to come again, loudly.

Louise laughed as she continued to curl just the one finger inside Mom. She took it out and covered her middle two fingers with lube and put them both inside Mom. She then started to vibrate her hand so fast I couldn't keep track of it. Maya took the paddle in her hand and began slapping Mom's breasts with it. I went back to the camcorder and moved around for the best view.

Mom's groaning became harsh and for a moment I thought she was in some distress. Just then, Louise removed her hand from Mom's vagina and Mom yelped, simultaneously releasing a gush of water from between her legs and sending her whole lower body into spasm.

She was a squirter. My Mom was a squirter and I didn't know it. It took a lesbian.

That was the moment that I decided God really was a lesbian after all. Because she made me come too. I hadn't touched my dick for fear of coming too soon, but now I was feeling the inevitable urge and my dick was shooting spunk all over Mom's leg and Louise's face. Oh God, I hope she wasn't angry.

Far from. She shuffled over to me and began sucking every last drop out of me. All the while, Mom and Maya watched on. When she was done, Louise lay directly on top of Mom, pussy to pussy, breast to breast, face to face.

"Do you want to lick your boy's cum off my face? You ARE his mother, aren't you?"

Mom and I were both shocked. I think Mom was shocked that I had told her such a thing, but I hadn't. She'd worked it out all on her own, or was just guessing and being mischievous.

I didn't have chance to say anything, because if there was one thing Mom loved, it was my cum.

I could go on and describe everything that happened to Mom and me and the two lesbians that night, but what would be the point? We had an orgy. Orgasms aplenty, no one missed out and no one was anything but completely satisfied. All the toys came into action and played their part. Everybody got to use at least one each.

The dildo did its share of fucking, the butt plug hummed away inside Mom on maximum setting, the clit massager saw action on all three women, I even got a taste of my own medicine as the three of them held me down and spanked me with the paddle – and gave me a taste of the ball gag and blindfold, collar and cuffs too.

I came four times, I shot my spunk onto every one of the women and I know for absolute certain, I was the one who had the fewest orgasms that night. I just couldn't take anymore. But the women were insatiable. They came and came and came for hours after I had to stop.

All in all, I recorded five hours of camcorder footage. It was the wildest night of my life and Mom had the ride of her life. She may not have passed out as I think she might have been hoping, but she was certainly grateful.

It may have been a simple thing, but as we all sat around naked and spent in the saloon, all curtains closed, Mom sat in my arms on one side of the dinette as the two lesbians curled up together on their side. Mom turned to me and with tears in her eyes, she said, "Thank you Babes. From the bottom of my heart and with all my love, thank you."

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Chapter 24

Summer was half over, it was early August. My son had offers from three universities, all firm offers. He already had his A level grades and so wasn't in limbo like this years A level students. He had a pretty good idea which one he was going to accept – the one closest to home – the one closest to Mommy.

We had continued to play our games at home. George was in work every day and most days, my boy and I played. We hadn't done anything quite as adventurous as we had in Scotland, not even on our final short trip to North Wales.

Well, there was that one night – shall I tell you about that?

Oh, go on then. It was nothing really, my son had ordered me naked, except for a pair of heels and a mac. We went out on the town and every time he gave the command, I had to open up my mac and flash whoever was nearby. I flashed people on a bus, in a restaurant, in a bookstore and on the street. I must have flashed about a hundred people.

Afterwards, I put on the new belt attachment my son had bought that turned my dildo into a strap on. I buttered my boy's backside and fucked him up his arse, all the while jerking his cock with my hand. That's all, it was nothing really.

No. What we had done though, was become lovers, just enjoying each other.

We made love and slept together when we could, we spent lots of time naked and there was no shortage of orgasms. Even though we did do a little bondage now and then, none of that was a priority anymore. We just wanted to be together. Maybe once a week we would play the slave/master game, but truthfully, it was pretty much out of my system and had been replaced by a relationship of pure love.

But we still hadn't fucked.

If truth be told, this was my biggest issue and the only thing that caused me any sleeplessness. I was wavering. I would think over it in bed each night with George – who incidentally, had no idea I was shaved now. Whenever George and I had sex, which was not that often at all anymore, I wore the merkin that Maya had given me. It was quite easy to glue on and George was none the wiser. He never licked me down there anymore anyway.

But I had this dilemma. Just why was I keeping the one true love of my life from fucking me? My son was the only man in the world I actually wanted to fuck and our relationship was stronger than ever. It just seemed natural to want to do it now. My son was my lover, why shouldn't we go all the way? I was pretty sure I was going to let him before summer was out – a going away present.

Not that he was going away. The university he had all but chosen was eight miles away and he had decided to live at home. Still, it was something I wanted to give him.

My son had an idea when we got home from Scotland. He said, the way of life we had was thanks in no small part to the website. Even though I hardly ever looked there anymore – stories just didn't cut it any longer, he suggested we give something back.

Literotica had brought us together and maybe we should write our own story – write it together, each from our own point of view.

"Babes," I said. "I'm not a typist. It will take me forever."

"Don't worry Mom. You can dictate it to me. Or write it longhand and I'll type it up. You could even try that dictation software on your tablet. Voice recognition is pretty good these days."

So that's what we did. Some days we wrote together, some days we wrote apart. He read my stuff, I read his. And as the days and weeks past, we had quite a story. We didn't know what category to put it in though. We figured some readers might be purists and be put off if there was incest in the BDSM category or vice versa. The way our relationship had developed, I was leaning to the incest category which I'd even started reading – now that I knew the psychology of it and all! Anyway, we would just see how it goes and work it out when the time got closer that we'd want to publish.

There was just one other thing I needed to write about – the most intense sexual experience of my life. It had eclipsed everything that had gone before and came at the end of a day when we actually did play the slave/master game. Let me tell you about it.

Tuesday.

"What are you thinking of today Mom?"

"I don't know Babes, I um ..." I was thinking if today should be the day.

"How about you be my slave?"

"I'm not sure Babes. It doesn't really do it for me anymore." Of course it didn't. My fantasy now was to have my son's cock in my cunt. There, I said it. Cunt. What a foul word. Cunt.

Cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt!

I laughed. He had no idea what I was thinking.

"How about we up the ante Mom?"

"How so Babes?"

"I take away your safe word."

"How would that work? I haven't used a safe word since ... since, um ..."

"Since I tried to get you to pierce your clit."

"Yes. Since then." I failed him that day. He'd been so looking forward to it. He had dreams of piercing my nipples and my clit and belly button and having a chain run between them that he could pull me around by.

The idea had turned me on, but I didn't want George to find out. How was I going to explain a forty year old woman suddenly wanting her tits pierced to him? But my clit. George barely even knew where it was. He hadn't sought it out in ages and he could probably go years without seeing it again.

I was in the chair, spread-eagled nude for some tattoed, mohicaned kid with more metalwork in his head than Metal Mickey. If you don't know who that is, Mickey was a robot on a TV series we had in Britain when I was a schoolgirl. All the kids watched it, shit though it was. It was also the name we gave to any kid who wore braces on their teeth.

The bloke though, his eyebrows were pierced, his ears had great big holes that you could almost squeeze a golf ball through, his nose had a bar through it, he had spikes at the bridge of his nose, I lost count of the number of rings he had in his lower lip and his chin also had a spike and his tongue had something in it too; he wore rubber gloves and was clearly trying to grow a moustache, but the moment I felt the tongs go on my hood and he marked his target with a pen, I had to safe-word out.

"So how about it Mom? Just around the house, but no safe word. What could possibly go wrong?"

"Just what does no safe word mean?"

"It means if you use one Mom, I'll never play with you again. It'll be over."

I laughed at him. "You'd come crawling back to me in days."

"Yeah? Wanna put it to the test, sexy Momma?"

The day was fairly uneventful. I had my share of spankings. He'd tied me up, tied me down, just the usual. It was all kind of ordinary and quite mundane now. I was going to tell him I didn't get a thrill from it anymore.

When George came home, early.

"I don't release you slave."

"Master. Please."

"No."

"Babes. Your father's home. Let me go."

"No. And you call me Master."

"Master please."

"Don't you dare move slave. You stand right there."

"Son? Sweetheart? I'm home. Where is everyone?"

He pointed his finger at me. I couldn't easily move anyway. George was in the living room and I'd have to go past him to get up the stairs to dress. And there simply was nothing I could put on in the kitchen.

"Slave. Go stand in the larder."

This wasn't funny.

"Quick slave, Dad's coming."

I hurried into the larder and shut the door.

I stood there, feeling the chill, in nothing but my collar, belt and cuffs. My wrists were tied to my waist, but behind my back and to opposite sides of the belt. And of course, I was pube free. My husband had never seen me that way before. I was panicking. George walked into the kitchen. I could hear him through the door talking to our son.

"Home early today Dad?"

"Yeah. There was a fire in the building and all the sprinklers went off."

"No way."

"I kid you not."

"Is there much damage? Has it burned down?"

"No. it was just a small fire. It's ironic, but most of the damage will have been caused by the sprinkler system. Water damage."

"Shit!"

"Yeah! Anyway, where's your mother?"

"Don't know. Haven't see her since lunch. Upstairs I think."

"Oh, I'd better go see her."

A moment later, my son opened the door to the larder. I was panicking like mad. All my boy did was smile and give me a kiss. Then shut the door again.

"Sweetie. You up there?"

George came back into the kitchen.

"Are you sure she's upstairs?"

"No. I just, I don't know. I thought that's where she was. Maybe she popped out. Shirley Madison was on the phone earlier, maybe she went round there."

"Maybe. Grab us a cold one will you?"

"Sure Dad. Oh wait. There's none left. I had the last one earlier."

"Are there any in the larder?"

"Yeah, two boxes."

"Great. Want one?"

"Sure."

Oh fuck. I heard George's footsteps come closer to the larder door. I felt his hand grasp the handle. I was royally screwed here. How was I ever going to explain this?

"Oh wait Dad. Mom must have restocked the fridge. There's a bunch in here."

He released the handle and walked away. Phew!

I could hear my husband and son talking, but they'd moved towards the back door and I couldn't discern what they were talking about.

"I'll go check now. It's in my office."

The larder door opened. My son grabbed my arm and pulled me out.

"Stay behind me slave and do as I say." He turned to me and kissed me again. "Trust me Mom. If there's one time in your life that you're ever going to trust me, now is that time." He kissed me once more and felt between my legs.

"Mmm. You're really enjoying this," he said.

"Don't Babes. Please. Let me go."

He shook his head.

"Trust me. Just ... trust me, okay? I love you."

My son stopped dead in the living room and reached out behind himself to pull me into his shadow.

"Yeah. I've got it here. Um ... next Saturday."

"Can we go Dad? Can we?"

"You'll have to ask your mother. You know I don't make the decisions around here, it's just not worth my while!"

Why that! Just wait 'til I get my hands on him.

George went back into his office and my son turned me around and pushed me back through the kitchen door.

"Unlock me Master, please."

"It looks like you're going to have to go around slave."

"What?" He couldn't be serious.

"Babes, no. I'll use the safe word."

"Then mother and son is all we'll ever be again. I won't play with you. I won't. Do this for me. Prove to me once and for all what I mean to you. Prove your subservience to me and I will never doubt you again. In fact, you can be my master and I'll be your slave and we can play this game from a whole new angle. Please ... Mom ... go around."

"Babes. I can't. Suppose someone sees me."

"That's a risk you're going to have to take Mom. Go around, I'll sneak into the living room and release your cuffs and you can go upstairs and get dressed. Time to decide Mom, I can hear Dad coming."

I headed for the pantry and he blocked my path. "You're not going in there Mom. You either stand here naked in front of Dad and face the music, or you go around. The back door's open. You've got about three seconds."

I scarpered out the back door as fast as my legs would carry me. I hid behind the wall, looking out onto our rear lawn. I think I was going to have a heart attack. My hands were tied behind my back and every inch of my body was on display. I was naked, outdoors, in my own neighbourhood.

I could hear George and my son laughing indoors and I knew the longer I stayed out here, the more chance there was of getting caught. I ducked my head and crept under the windowsill, finding myself in the passage between house and garage. I had to turn around to lift the lever on our iron side gate then peeked through into the street, looking across the road in our quiet avenue for any signs of life.

Shit. Mrs. Gunderson was tending to her violas, next door. And the paperboy was on his bike delivering the Evening Post. I slunk back in behind the wall and counted to ten.

Oh crap. I could hear George in the garden. He was coming around the corner. I darted out towards the front of the house and ran, with my hands behind my back, tits jiggling, up the step onto the front porch, then ducked down behind the shrubs.

I poked my head up to see if anyone had seen me. The paperboy was still on his bicycle and not in a heap on the floor, so I was probably safe there. And Gooch-eye Gunderson was still on her knees. I couldn't see anyone else, so I turned to face the street and felt for the door handle and turned it, stepping inside and shut the door behind me.

I heard a shout from the back garden and next thing I knew my son was standing in the doorway. "Yeah Dad, it's Mom, she came in the front way."

He walked over to me, felt between my legs. I was saturated. My sex was dripping out of me. He licked it off his fingers, delved in with his other hand and fed me a mouthful too.

"I love you so very much Mom, you're my hero. I release you." He released my hands from the belt. "Now go on upstairs before Dad sees you. I'll make some excuse. Go on beautiful, go!" He slapped my bum.

When I came back downstairs, dressed, my son gave me an odd expression and made his way over to me, blocking me from his father's view. In my haste, I'd forgotten to take off my slave collar. My boy wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek as he undid my collar from the back, sweeping it off behind my back and tucking it away out of sight.

"I love you Mom," he said out loud for his father to hear.

"Love you too Babes." I smiled and walked over to George, who kissed me.

"You're home early today hon'. Quiet day?"

"Just the opposite. Building burnt down."

"What?!"

He laughed. "No, just a little fire."

"You're kidding me?"

He shook his head.

I had to play things by ear for a little while to see what excuse my son had made for me going upstairs. But everything was fine. George was none the wiser and I'd just had the thrill of my life. Did this mean I was now a danger junkie as well?

That night, after George and I had gone to bed, I needed sex. I needed it more than I think I'd ever needed it in my life, even more than at the end of my two sex starved days in Scotland. And I'd come twice at my son's hand this afternoon. But I needed it bad. And I didn't want it from George. I wanted it from my son.

I waited for George to go to sleep. That's one thing I will say about him – once he drifts off, he's blotto for the night. I snuck out of bed and walked into my son's room. He was lying naked on his bed, erection in his hand, puddle of semen on his belly. I walked over to him and my eyes grew twice in size when I saw all that cum laying there, ripe for the taking.

I lifted my nightie over my head and dropped it on the floor. He was holding something in his hand and I grabbed it off him. It was a picture of me. Just me. A headshot and nothing else. God, I loved him. I leaned over my boy and slurped all his cum off his body and swallowed the lot. I knelt down on him and shoved my pussy in his face, pulling at his hair to plough him into me.

"Mom. The door's wide open."

I turned to look at it. I'd left my bedroom door open too, right across the hallway from my son's room. "Fuck it!"

I pulled him into me. "Eat me you little bastard. After what you did to me today, you owe me ... BIG TIME!"

"Yes Mistress," he said. It took all my strength not to laugh out loud.

"Stick your tongue in me slave. Fuck your mistresses slot with your tongue. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." I began strumming my clit like there was no tomorrow.

Within a minute, I was gushing. My boy's face was dripping wet, his hair was wet, his pillow, my thighs, his neck. And I was still squirting all over him, a steady stream into his mouth. Fuck. I'd never done anything like this before in my life.

My legs were shaking like crazy, my bum was wobbling, I was losing control of my body. I felt dizzy, I was going, I was going, "Baby."

I fainted.

"Mom. Mom!"

My son was tapping lightly on my cheek.

"Mom. Mom."

I was gradually coming to.

"Oh my God Mom. I didn't know what to do. I was going to get Dad."

"Babes." I had to figure out where I was. "What? Why? What happened?"

"Mom. You went down like a sack of spuds. You've been out like a light for ten minutes. I threw water on your face and everything. I just couldn't get you to wake up. I was so worried. Don't do that to me again."

The tears were dripping off his face.

"C'm'ere Babes." I wrapped him in my arms and stroked the back of his head.

And smiled contentedly. Now I knew what it was like to have an orgasm so intense, it caused me to faint. I was in the club. Hoo-fucking-ray!

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Chapter 25

I spent most of Wednesday and Thursday typing up Mom's notes, so they were up to date with my own. I was looking forward to posting our story. I had tried to interest Mom in posting one of her videos to one of the other websites we had looked at together – for research of course, purely ideas, not some other – okay, I'll admit it, Mom and I sat naked watching porn on the internet together. But that's just something all mothers and sons do. Isn't it?

Friday was the end of the week and the monster trucks were in town the next day. Me, Mom and Dad – and Bigfoot. I'd always wanted to see a monster truck in real life, so that was going to be so cool.

But it meant Mom and I had Friday to ourselves. Dad was in work. He'd been in work late every night since the fire – Mom told you about that, in the last part.

I was having a lie in. Mom knocked on my door. "You getting up today Babes?"

"Yeah Mom. Just give me a few minutes."

She walked over to the bed, lifted the covers and settled in next to me. A second later she had her hand on my penis. Now I don't know why I'm telling you this, but – Mom kind of made fun of me.

"Where's it gone?"

"Har har Mom. Very droll."

She smiled at me with her eyes and gave me a peck on the lips.

"No. I'm serious. Has it turned inside out?"

She flung off my covers and sat up to look at my little willy. It wasn't much soft, I'll admit that, just about, though not to anyone I know. Rock hard – it was impressive, like internet porn star impressive. Soft – I was like a girl with a very big clit.

Anyway, Mom played around with me, but I was failing to get hard. I don't know why, I just, wasn't in the mood. Even when Mom's head dropped onto it and she took it all easily in her mouth. The size it was, she could probably have got six in there.

I'm not trying to be funny, this is just the chapter that – well, it's the last chapter. And it's the hardest one to write – because a lot has happened. And I know what's coming and I don't have a clue how I'm going to hold myself together to write it.

Right, Mom sucking on my balls. Not getting much of a response out of me. She even pulled me back to expose my baby mushroom. She looked at it, all forlorn. And then the skin that was tucked back behind the lip just flopped forward and rolled back over my head, all of its own accord.

"Babes. What's wrong?"

"I was just lying here Mom, thinking."

"About what?"

"About my dreams. My life. What I want."

She could tell by the tone of my voice that I was melancholy and she came back up to my chest and lay her head down next to me and began running her fingers through the hairs around my nipples.

"It's just that ... Mom. The thing that I want more than anything is the one thing I can't have. And everything else ... it's not even second best, Mom. It's not third best, it's not fourth best. It's last. Everything else is in joint last place. Because first place is you Mom. You're the only thing in this world that I really, truly want."

Tears were flowing from my eyes, I could feel them. When Mom smiled, it just made me sadder, because she was just so damn, fucking beautiful. She tapped me on the chest, got out of bed and stood there. Looking at me.

Mom had taken to wearing shirts more. We'd had an alright summer – by British standards, it had only rained half the days and dipped into single digit temperatures every other day, rather than every day. But she was wearing thinner clothes, but fewer dresses. She was taking me literally. In Scotland, when we went out but I didn't release her as a slave, I had told her to wear that shirt skirt thing she had and do her surrogate collar up.

Now back home, as a playful display of subservience to me, that only I would know about, Mom was wearing shirts and doing her top button up. It was even sort of coming back into fashion and when Mom and I would go out together, we wondered if all the girls who were dressing similarly were playing their own dominant/submissive games.

So Mom stood there. She had on a pale blue cotton shirt that was sleeveless. It had a white collar. And she had on a simple grey skirt, but was wearing braces, red ones, over her shoulders, clipped onto her skirt, a perfect match, colour wise, for the tie she had on, which was done up just shy of her collar.

Anyway, my Mom was stunning in her stealth subservience look – almost like she'd come off the catwalk in Paris or Milan or I don't know, I'm not into fashion. She slid the braces off her shoulders and unhooked the clasp on her short straight skirt, unzipped it and let it all fall to her feet. Then she lifted the tie over her head and unbuttoned her shirt from the bottom up.

She didn't have a stitch on underneath, no panties, no bra. She stood before me in all her glory and I thought she was teasing me – as she'd taken to in the last couple of days since I told her she could be mistress and I would be slave.

I turned over onto my side, facing away from her and shut my eyes.

"Hey, hey, Babes. Come on now. Cheer up chook!"

"I want you Mom. I want you."

"I know Babes. And I want you. Why do you suppose I'm standing here waiting for you?"

"What?"

"I'm waiting for you Babes. I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck your Mommy."

"Don't tease Mom."

She stood there and put her fingers in her pussy and spread her lips. "Wake up that thing between your legs and stick it ..." She pointed. "Right here."

I stood to attention in one second flat. She smiled. "Come on Babes. Mommy's waiting."

"Are you serious Mom?" I was on my knees in front of her, looking up into her eyes.

She nodded. "I'm serious Babes." She shrugged. "If you want to, you know ... you don't have to."

I sprung to my feet and scooped her off hers. I carried her to her room. We'd never done much in there, we'd certainly never done anything in her bed. I placed her down gently and she kicked all the freshly made covers out from underneath her. She lay back and spreadeagled herself, flinging her head and arms back.

"Take me son, I'm yours."

I didn't need to be told twice. I lay down between Mom's legs and began licking her. She was already wet with anticipation, but I was going to make this memorable. I took my time, just sucking on her lips with my lips, exploring gently with my tongue.

I'd been online and looked at the anatomy of a woman's good bits. (They're all good bits. A woman is a whole. She's a package. Face, eyes, body, breasts, pussy, bottom, legs. But also her mind, her soul, her wit and charm, her tenderness, softness and caring, the way she's always there for you, the way she makes you want to always be there for her, her intelligence, her brightness, her vitality, her sex appeal. Everything that it is to be a woman – sheer greatness. I feel inadequate in their presence, I truly do. There is nothing finer on this Earth – than WOMAN. She alone who is trusted to carry mankind's future – humanity's womb. I envy woman.)

But yes, I'd looked up the really good parts, but only because I wanted to be able to pleasure Mom like those lesbians, Louise and Maya, had in Scotland.

I learned that man and woman were not so different in the size of their sex organs. Okay, so the man had more sticky out bits, but the woman's clitoris was a lot bigger than just a little erectile nub at the top of her vagina. It was actually more like a penis, with the shaft split in two, those two sides running down each side of a woman's opening. The largest part was just hidden behind her labia. It was fully operational, it was erectile and everything, it caused her lips to get puffy when sexually excited. There really was more to a woman's package than met the eye.

So I went for full stimulation. I played around with Mom down there for ages. Licking, rubbing, caressing, lots of things ending with -ing. I gave her two orgasms before I'd gone anywhere near her with my rod.

I worked my way up, stroking her body, her stomach, her breasts, kissing her neck, soaking up her essence. I lay on top of her, looked at her, looked at the expression of love on her face.

"Mom. I want to say something to you, I want to tell you something. There are three little words that I've used a lot. But I want to explain them to you, explain what they mean to me. Can I?"

Mom nodded and listened attentively beneath me.

"I don't see love as a word Mom. I don't see it as something you rationalise with your brain. I don't think you do either, because we wouldn't be here if either of us did. I see love as something you feel with your heart, you give yourself to it completely, go where it takes you and trust that it's something greater than just you and me and have faith that it knows what's best for us. I trust love Mom and I have never felt love anywhere near as strong as the love I feel for you. In my heart, in my bones, in my every breath, in my very essence and with every fibre of my being. I ... love you ... Mom."

Then, for the first time, Mom reached between my legs for my penis and led it to her opening, eyeball to eyeball throughout, neither one of us deviated. I pushed inside her and the feeling I got was divine. It was home. It was where my penis truly belonged, I wished Mom could carry it always inside her for me. There simply was no other place in the universe, in all of God's creation, that my penis ever wanted to be in again.

It didn't want to be in my pants, it didn't want to be in the fresh air, it didn't want to be in my hand, it didn't want to be in any other woman, it didn't even want to be in Mom's backside or her mouth. From this day on, it wanted to live inside my darling mother's vagina. And so we were going to have a problem. Because we were going to look pretty funny walking around like Siamese twins, getting in the car, walking around the supermarket, sitting on the couch opposite Dad. It was just going to be awkward from here on out. My penis was exactly where it was going to stay. I was even going to go get some tape and wrap it around me and Mom, to facilitate our joining, our union, the embodiment of our future together.

I wasn't exiting this hallowed ground not for all the money in the world. I felt sorry for the Rockefella's and Rothschild's of this world, all the billionaires in the fancy magazines showing off their fancy houses, with their fancy cars and their fancy yachts, they were never going to know the best thing on Earth, my Mom's vagina.

Time stood still, time went backwards, time did some funny shit all of its own, Mom and me were living outside of time. We were just so wrapped up in each other, our eyes never parted, not once, other than to blink, the whole time we made love. And as for orgasms? I don't know. I don't know if I'd ever had one before, because what I was having now, with Mom, was without end. It was a magic carpet of pure bliss. We relinquished our bodies and souls to love and let it take us on wings of ecstasy, beyond the forbidden zone.

We heard a thud and for the first moment in however long, our eyes parted.

"Oh my God. George," Mom cried.

"Dad?" I looked around. Dad was in a heap on the bedroom floor. We both sprang out of bed, naked and rushed over to Dad, rolling him over onto his back. He was expressionless. And not breathing.

"Dad/George," we cried at once, both of us on our knees.

We positioned Dad for C.P.R., tilting his neck and Mom gave him the kiss of life while I pumped his heart.

"George. Call an ambulance Babes."

I reached for the phone while Mom continued to try and resuscitate Dad. She was crying, I was crying. The ambulance was on its way. I dropped the phone to the floor and took over when Mom stopped and slumped on her knees. I was hitting Dad's chest and breathing into his mouth. But I failed to revive him.

Forty-three years old. We killed him. We killed Dad.

And our world ended.

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That all happened a year ago. It was last summer. I've just finished my last classes at the end of my first year at university. And I haven't been home in a year.

After my Dad's funeral, Mom sat down with me one last time. She put her hands on my own but couldn't look me in the eye. She hadn't been able to the whole week after Dad died.

She told me she didn't want me to go to the university I intended going to, the one close to home. She wanted me further away. And she didn't want me coming home during the holidays.

"I don't want to see you," she said.

"Ever again?"

"Maybe."

"Mom, no, please. Don't do this. Mom ..." I broke down in tears and knelt in front of her wrapping my arms around her waist, digging my head into her lap. "Please."

There was no talking to her. Our relationship had changed. What we had – was gone. All of it. What we had as mother and son – gone, she could barely stand to be in the same room as me. As lovers – gone, she couldn't even look me in the eye. We were damaged goods. We'd gone too far. There was a reason why incest was taboo, why it was illegal. It destroyed lives. It killed Dad and it had devastated Mom and me. We weren't mother and son anymore. She had nothing but disdain for me now.

I couldn't understand how things had changed so much between us.

Not back then anyway.

Now, now it's different. The grief isn't so raw any longer. And I guess I've come to see Mom's reaction a little differently. It wasn't the disdain she had for me that sent me away. It was the disdain she had for herself.

She blamed herself. That just had to be the reason. She couldn't stop loving me, she'd even said that.

Mom, if you're out there, reading this, you said that, you know you did. You said 'How could I think that I could ever lose your love?' You said that Mom. You said that.

I don't know if you still read Literotica and there's no guarantee you'll read this story, even if you do. But Mom, if you do, if you're reading this, I want you to know:-

I still love you. And I miss you. And I don't blame you. It's not your fault. Please Mom, it's time to forgive.

Mom ... please. Can I come home now? Can I?

Mom ... are you out there? Are you out there Mom?

Talk to me ...