Stoned 2 by ASK80

The day starts badly. I wake with a stab of pain. I toss and turn in the

vain hope of trying to shake it off. Alex is gone. I don't dare check

where Tim is. I look at the time. Our rendezvous is not for several

hours. I don't want to wait that long. I try to decipher my motives. Is

it the hit from the joint I am most looking forward to or the

opportunity to sit on the sofa with Tim? They are not the same thing

anymore.

The cold light of day does not bring my actions into any clearer focus.

The fumbles and kisses of yesterday are still tingling over me. Was it

so bad? That was not the right question. It was bad from a certain

perspective. It was very bad, in fact. But from a sensation

perspective? From a metric of pleasure and enjoyment it was the

opposite. It was very much the opposite.

I imagine what would happen if someone found out. If some nosy

neighbour had been peering in through the window using a

telescopic lens. It sends a shiver through my spine but does nothing

to dampen my excitement. I have to admit this much to myself. I am

excited. I know it can never happen again and yet the thrill of it

makes me jump out of bed.

It was only a quick embrace. Over in a flash. But I can recall every

second of it. I have committed it to memory. More so than a dozen

or so different and longer encounters with other men. Thinking

about it distracts me from the pain. I get up and make breakfast. I

dally around the drawing room. I move the table and rearrange some

of the furniture. I tidy away odd bits and pieces. I don't know why.

It makes me feel as though I am preparing for something special

when Tim arrives.

I shower before lunch and get ready. The gym clothes of yesterday

will not do. I flick through my wardrobe. I have not had to get ready

for an occasion for what feels like a long time. I have made this an

occasion now. It should just be another regular interaction with my

son, but after yesterday nothing seems regular anymore.

I realise I am laying the grounds for something more. Creating an

environment when something that should not happen does happen.

It does not scare me. Instead, I am filled with a burning longing. An

overwhelming desire to see what does transpire. I have already

crossed the line, broken the seal. This genie is out of the lamp and

rather than trying to put it back in, I am preparing to make a wish.

I pick out a silk and lace bra and panties. It comes in an unopened

package. Something I bought for Alex from before the accident. I put

on a cream blouse with ruffles and a tight black skirt. I debate

whether or not to put on my pearl necklace. It seems too formal so I

settle for a gold chain. I brush my hair and put on some makeup. I

paint my nails. The first time I have sat by the dresser in my bedroom

and looked deeply into the mirror in a long time.

I feel a little dishevelled even when applying the makeup. I have

almost got used to going without and now that the familiar routine

returns to me I wonder how unkempt and straggly I have looked

over the past few months. No wonder Alex has not been too keen to

rekindle our normally active sex life.

A touch of depression settles on me and I suddenly wonder what I

am doing. An old woman trying to glamourise herself. And for

what? A forlorn hope that someone might show her affection?

Someone she knows she can't have anyway. I wonder if I have made

a mistake. That all of this is a terrible idea that will come undone as

soon as Tim enters the house.

It is a horrible moment of clarity. I think about what I have done and

what I have been contemplating ever since. Have I lost my mind?

Has the pain driven to this dangerous and deluded point? I can't tell

any more. I can't tell if I have lost my judgement, lost my morality or

lost my sanity.

I hear the door burst open and footsteps rushing up the stairs. I run

to my door and lock it. My hands tremble as I hold on to the knob.

'Mum?'

'Ye...yes, Tim?'

'Are you ok?'

'I...I'm fine.'

There is a pause. I can hear his heavy breathing on the other side of

the door.

'Ok, good. I...I just wasn't sure if you wanted to...to have another hit.

I can skin up now if you like.'

I wait for what seems like an eternity. My doubts evaporate. My

niggling sense of unease disappears. Just hearing Tim's voice. The

sound of his footsteps running up the stairs. The heavy breathing.

The tension in his voice. I feel like I am already back in the drawing

room with him. Laying on top of his soiled trousers.

'Yes...I...I'll be there in a few minutes.'

'Great!'

He virtually shouts his appreciation through the door and then I hear

the thunder of him running to the drawing room. I slide down to the

floor with my hand still clutching the knob. What have I done? What

am I doing? It feels so thrilling to anticipate what may happen just a

few feet away. Part of me wants to stay here. Locked away from

trouble. The pain flares and I wince and bite my lip. I need the release

of something. Whether it is the weed or whether it is something else.

I get up and check myself in the mirror one last time. I chap my lips

and spray some perfume. I do a double take once I reach the door.

Invisible threads pull me back but I fight through them and unlock

it. I realise I am barefoot and wonder if I should wear heels or shoes.

It would be a little obvious almost. I am only travelling down the

hall. I settle on some sandals so he can see my painted nails.

Every step towards the drawing room quickens my heart. What is

ostensibly just a quick toke and a chat has taken on unintended

proportions. I sweep into the room and try to compose myself.

'Wow, Mum.'

'Hmm?'

'I...I just...I...no, you look nice. Really nice. Like beautiful.'

He is sat on the sofa in a polo shirt and jeans. The joint and lighter

are placed on the table. I suspect he rolled it before he even arrived

home. There is no mess or wrapping to tidy away.

'Oh...thank you. It...I'm just trying to get back into a normal routine.

You know, getting ready for work or to go out or whatever really.'

He grins and blushes. I shuffle over to the sofa and seat myself. I can

smell aftershave and talcum. We both pause and then stutter.

'Should we...'

'Do you want to...'

'Sorry, Mum...'

'No, it's ok. What were you going to say.?'

'I...should we get started?'

'Sure...'

He leans over to the table. I see that one leg is folded over the other

and know he is hiding an erection. I swallow as he grabs the joint

and lights it. We sniff the aroma as it fills the room. He smiles shyly

at me. My stomach clenches.

'I...I'm sorry, Mum.'

'Why? What do you mean?'

'I...I can't stop thinking about you, Mum.'

'Tim...'

'I'm sorry. Is that crazy? I know it's wrong. It's just...what happened

yesterday...'

'It...it wasn't just yesterday though...was it?'

'What do you mean?'

'You know...'

I realise I sound a little judgemental and regret it. He looks bashful

and turns away as he takes a hit on the joint.

'I...yes. You're right. It...I guess it's pretty obvious then? I...don't

know what to say. It just...it just hit me one day, Mum. God, this is

so weird...'

'It's ok, Tim. I...I didn't mean to sound like you did anything wrong.

You didn't.'

'I...Jesus...I just have to say it, Mum. I mean...you're so fucking sexy.

I didn't want to admit it. I didn't want to think of it. It's fucking weird,

right? It's sordid and sick and I...I can't stop thinking about it! About

you. But...I can't pretend otherwise. I can't pretend that you're not

smoking hot, Mum. But once I started...I just couldn't stop.'

I pause for breath. I feel like I am listening to a painful confession. I

don't want to punish him for his candour. It is clearly difficult for

him.

'Ok...I mean...it's...it's perfectly natural, Tim. It's very common. I

don't blame you or think you're sick or anything like that. You

shouldn't be ashamed.'

'I'm not!'

He blows out a puff of smoke. His whole demeanour had shifted. He

was suddenly emboldened. As though a switch had been flicked.

'That...that's good. You know you can talk to me about anything,

Tim. I don't want you to feel embarrassed. What happened

yesterday...I...maybe it shouldn't have happened...but it did and we

should address it. We should talk about it like adults. I think we

can...we can get over it if...'

'I want to do it again, Mum.'

I bite my lip. I don't know why it surprises me. Isn't this what I got

dressed up for?

'Tim...it was...lovely and...'

'Did you enjoy it?'

I give a fateful pause and I know it is all the answer he needs.

'I...yes. Tim...I...you want me to be honest? Yes...I did. But...'

'But what, Mum?'

'That. Exactly that. I'm your mother! And we...we shouldn't even be

talking about this let alone...look, it was a moment of weakness. I...'

'It wasn't, Mum. Don't pretend we didn't both want it. That there was

anyone being taken advantage of. It was both of us. And it was great.

Like amazing. And I want to do it again.'

'Tim...I know...I know it must be confusing...'

'I'm not confused, Mum. I've been thinking about this for a while

now and I'm not confused. I...hope you're not confused either. But I

get it. I know you have doubts and worries. I know you will always

protect me. But this isn't one of those moments. This isn't about you

deciding what is best for me because I've already decided. I've

decided that I really want to see what happens here. I want to see

what this is between us. I know you felt it too, Mum. That's why

you're here isn't it? That's why you're dressed up. God, you look

incredible, Mum. I can't take my eyes off you.'

'Tim...I...I don't know what to say...'

'I know...Jesus...you don't know what I...what I've been like these

past weeks. What I've been thinking. What I've been trying to say...I

planned so many different things to say in this situation and it never

came out right. It still probably didn't come out right. I...don't want

there to be any awkwardness, Mum. Even though this all weird as

shit and you probably think I'm fucked in the head...just depraved or

something.'

'No, Tim. Of course not...I know this isn't easy. It takes courage

to...admit you have these feelings. I would never condemn you for

being honest with me.'

'You want me to be honest? Like really honest?'

'Tim...'

'Why did you dress up, Mum?'

'Because...'

I know I cannot give an answer. Because we both already know the

answer.

'I...I won't push it, Mum. Maybe you're right and were both

just...confused and lonely and fed up. All I will say is that the last

few weeks have been really good. An eye-opener. I never thought...I

mean I'm happy we had this time. Yesterday was so good. It felt so

good to kiss you, Mum. To feel your body. If that was it, I'm happy

we did have that one time. I'm happy I got to be a man with you even

if it was only for a short time.'

I feel a little choked up. I have never seen him so open and sincere

and mature. I have never seen him so right. I don't know how to

respond.

'Oh God, Tim...it...it was lovely and you'll always be a man to me.

You're my son. I...what are we doing?'

'It's ok, Mum. I know...I know it's crazy. If...if you don't want to...I

understand.'

He places the joint on the table and waves away the smoke. He glides

over the sofa towards me. There are no alarm bells going off in my

head. Everything is wonderfully calm and peaceful. I wriggle on the

sofa as he edges closer. We begin our familiar blowback pattern. He

bows towards me and I move to meet him. Only this time there is no

smoke or vapour. We pause as our lips are about to touch and smile.

I press ahead and give him an earnest peck. And then another. And

another. Soon our lips open up and we can hold back no longer. I feel

his hands in my hair. On my shoulders. Sliding over my skirt. I taste

mouthwash and toothpaste as our tongues reacquaint. He slobbers

into my mouth. It feels...heavenly. Familiar almost.

It feels like we have segued from yesterday to today. I lower my hand

to Tim's thigh and it bumps into his erection. He is big. My pussy is

instinctively wet. I feel like I have been thawed out by this rising

passion. I did not know I could still feel like this. That I could still

experience these dark thrills.

My body responds as if by muscle memory. Seeking out my partner's

erogenous zones. His weak spots. Teasing and edging them. The fact

that it is Tim that I am practicing this on only heightens the feeling. I

did not know what my plan was when I came into the room today,

but I know what it is now. I know exactly what is going to happen

now and I could not be more excited.

I have already forgiven myself. Written a pass that I am cashing in

now. Tim is inspiring me. He is showing me places I did not know

were there. My palm rests over his erection. A pocket fire that warms

my hand.

My memory of young dicks comes back to me. How impossibly thick

and pulsating. Ready to go off at a moment's notice and unleash an

endless geyser of cum. The thought of it spurs me on. The possibility

stirs my passion. So long since I had contact with a cock like this and

it belongs to my son. I think about freeing it and feeling it in my hand.

Feeling it in my mouth. Oh, God. Feeling it in my pussy. Rope after

rope of Tim's cum spraying and coating the lining of my vagina. I

feel the first ripple of an orgasm rising within me.

My hedonistic youth resurfaces. All those awkward moments. Those

boys whose enthusiasm far outstripped their knowledge. The

eagerness to please, the anxiousness to appear experienced and

capable. The roving hands, keen to reach every place in the quickest

time possible. The slippery tongue, flicking and twirling in my

mouth. And of course, the impatient penis, barely able to contain its

own excitement. So eager to sow its heavy harvest again and again.

I feel caught up in his youthful urgency. Transported into my

younger consciousness when I am with a cute guy and we are fooling

around. It is remarkable the effect he is having on me. His zeal

refreshes and infects my own body.

His fingers trace the outline of my bra. They reach around the back

and scratch at the clasp through my blouse. He presses me with his

tongue. Our moans meet on our wet lips. Everything is moving so

fast. I cannot keep up. I realise this where my designs have led me,

but hearing Tim articulate it. Lay it all out...somehow seems to

validate all my trembling thoughts.

I realise how little I know about my son's romantic inclinations.

There have been a few girlfriends he has talked about and one that

he has brought home, but right now, as he nuzzles at my neck and

tries in vain to unclasp my bra, I begin to suspect he is not as

experienced as I assumed him to be. His fingers struggle against my

blouse.

He is a moving mass of flesh. I feel him everywhere. I feel the depth

of his basest desires and how they chime with my own. There is no

structure to his advances. There is no form. The thought of

instructing him sends a shiver of delight through me. As though I

am corrupting something pure and immaculate.

I reluctantly break from our clench. He seems surprised before I

appease him with a deep kiss. I plunge my tongue against his to

quash any doubt either of us may have. I am committed to this. As

committed as he is. I stretch out my rumpled skirt and get up. I begin

to slowly unbutton my blouse. Tim watches me as though he cannot

believe this is really happening. I am almost of the same perspective.

He is the first person I am showing this new bra to. I slip out of the

blouse and throw it on the floor. He opens his legs up to ease the

strain on his erection.

It is a cold day but it feels unbearably warm in these close quarters. I

reach both hands behind my bra and unfasten it. He watches in rapt

attention as I unhook my bra and toss it away. My breasts flop free

and Tim's eyes almost pop out of his head. I have always been most

proud of them than any other part of my body. My bum is bigger

than it used to be, my stomach not as tight, but my double F breasts

are still as large as they have always been. Maybe a little more

pendulous than perky nowadays, but more than enough to hold a

man's attention. I only wish my hair was as long as it used to be. Alex

loved seeing the contrast between the creamy white of my breasts

and the darkness of my hair. He loved to frame my tits with the long

sweep of my hair.

It still reaches down towards my shoulders in a tight bob, but it

suddenly feels like a middle-aged woman's haircut and I am feel

anything but middle-aged right now. I feel like a horny nymph,

desperate to consummate her rising passion. Perhaps I will grow my

hair again for Tim. I feel a new inspiration from being with him.

From losing a pound or two or growing out my hair or buying new

outfits and jewellery to please him. It feels almost like a cliché. The

older woman seeking to relive past glories in the arms of a toy-boy.

It feels different with Tim though. He makes me feel old and young

at the same time. I have been with younger men before, but no-one

this much younger than me. I am caught between a desire to show

him the range of my experience but also to keep up with him. I

wonder if I have that energy and realise with a thrill that I am going

to have the opportunity to find out.

'Wow, Mum.'

I chuckle and sit back on the sofa next to him. His eyes follow my

bosom as I nudge closer to him. I wait for him to seize me in his

hands. My body is open and ready for him. He is shy and reticent,

still trying to process what is happening. I feel like the instigator

now. I have no compunction or doubt about what is about to happen.

It has a force of its own and I am happy to be swept away by it.

He places one hand over my breast and gives it a sly squeeze. It still

feels like he is holding back. Unwilling to accept that he is not doing

something very wrong. I take his other hand and place it over my

other breast. He grins and gives them both a full fondle.

'They're so big, Mum.'

'Glad you like, son.'

'So big and firm. So juicy and pale. I like that.'

It is bizarre to hear for the first time. My son complimenting my body

as he feels me up. It makes me want to reveal more. Show off my

entire body. Get his opinion on everything.

'You don't...you don't prefer a nice tan?'

'God, no! That whole bleached blonde thing is not for me. I'm a blueeyed brunette guy. The paler the better. Such a turn on.'

'Guess I fit in your wheelhouse then...'

'Yeah...funny that...'

We stare breathlessly at each other, still marvelling at what is now

occurring in our quiet family home. A mother stripped to the waist

with her son grabbing her breasts as she encourages him. I lean

forward and we continue our petting as he tweaks at my nipples.

'Mmm. that feels nice, Tim. That's good, keep playing with them.

They like attention.'

I flick back my hair as his fingers rub over my areola.

'I'm sure you've never had shortage of that, Mum. You're an absolute

knockout. I meant it, you know. You are just insanely sexy.'

We launch in to another kiss and his hot breath fills my mouth. His

hands are cold, but I hold mine over his to warm them as he gropes

my breasts. I pull his polo shirt over his head. He gets up and almost

rips his jeans in his rush to remove them.

We are seized with an animal instinct. So far it has all been genteel

and almost formal, but now more clothes are being shed and the time

for gentleness is over.

The thick outline of his penis strains against the tight fabric of his

boxer shorts. He drags them down and unleashes his cock. It springs

out to its full length. The head is bathed in precum. It looks so

appetising. I want to take it in my mouth but I cannot stand to wait

any longer. So much, so many things I would indulge and enjoy

before reaching this stage and I have just blown past all of them.

There was doubt and worry not so long ago but the train of our

passion has smashed past all of that. It is unstoppable now. We

unpeel our remaining clothes in a frenzy and stand in front of each

other, naked and panting.

'Jesus, Mum.'

'What?'

'You are absolutely incredible. So fucking sexy.'

'Thanks, son. You...you're perfect as well, Tim. You were right. It's

crazy...but I want you. I want us to do this. Yes...I did...I did dress up

for this. For you.'

We stop to admire each other and appreciate the moment. It feels so

good and so right.

'Shall I...shall I pull the sofa bed out?'

'God, no! I can't wait. We'll do it on the floor. Here.'

'On the floor? Oh...ok, Mum. Sure!'

I have surprised him with my horniness. We both circle the crucible

of these dark desires. A melting pot that is reaching boiling point.

Tim pulls the table into a corner and pushes the sofa back. I scramble

onto the floor and lie on my back. His long penis flops as he dances

over to me. The flooring is cold and hard, but I am beyond caring

now. As I lay on the floor the sun shines in through the skylight and

almost creates a spotlight around my naked body. I take this to be a

good sign.

He stands over me and blots the sun out. All I can see is the silhouette

of his cock as he moves forward. Tim drops to his knees and

positions himself over me. The tip of his penis flicks over my stomach

and I shiver at the feel of his leaking cum. I can barely hold myself

still. It is the most tense and anxious and excited I can remember

being. I bristle with energy.

We grin and beam at each other. It feels right to see his wide smile

hovering so close to me. Tim wiggles to get himself into the best

position. The moment has arrived and suddenly a nagging doubt

chooses to make itself known. Right as I stand on the precipice. Right

when I am on the cusp of welcoming my son's penis into my slippery

pussy. I knew it would arise from somewhere, but I am surprised it

has come this belatedly. I try to bite my tongue to hold it off but it is

no use.

'Tim...I...are you sure? Are you absolutely sure?'

Tim stops his frantic writhing as though I have just slapped him the

face. He looks stunned and confused.

'What? You...you want to stop?'

'No, I...Tim...I just want to make sure that this...this is what you really

want...'

'Why...why Mum? Are you not sure now?'

He looks crestfallen. I have unintentionally taken the wind out of his

sails.

'No, no, Tim. I do...I still want to, but...this is going to sound weird.

I'm thinking as your mother now.'

'You're my mother whatever!'

'Obviously, yes. But this...this isn't some argument or falling out or

other incident that we can just walk back or apologise for or forget

about. I don't want to do anything that might screw you up. That

might cause issues for you.'

'You're actually asking me that now?'

'I mean it, Tim. This...this will change everything. I know it's already

changed and will never be how it was, but this...us actually...sleeping

together. Us making love. Committing incest. If it sounds crazy, it's

probably because it is. I can't say it without thinking that...that

somehow we shouldn't be doing it. I'm a forty-seven year old woman

and you...you're my son! But I...I want you. I do want this, Tim. I

don't have any doubts. But it's different for me. You have your whole

life ahead of you. I don't want you to jeopardise that just to indulge

me. Just for the thrill of whatever happens now. That's not something

that can be wished away. If we do this, then the repercussions for me

won't be as great. I'll always love you, no matter what happens.'

'I've never been surer, Mum. I want you so bad. I...this is so hot,

Mum. I don't care if it's wrong or illegal or any of that bullshit. Just

being here now, doing all of this with you, actually getting to have

sex with you...it's so fucking hot. The hottest thing I've ever heard of.

Like nothing can compare to this. I think it's more likely to screw me

up if we don't do this, Mum. If it is screwed up then I want to be

screwed up. I want to be weird and crazy and do

this...commit...commit incest with you, Mum. I feel like I'm going to

cum just saying it! I've never wanted to have sex so badly as I want

to have sex with you. You're right, you're my mother. And that's who

I want to do this with more than anything in the world. My mother.

I want to make love to you, Mum.'

'Well...as long as you're sure.'

The sarcasm goes sadly astray as he mashes his mouth over mine.

He's right, I know. There is no real doubt in my mind. Any semblance

of rationality has gone. Every twinge of fear is scorched by the heat

in my body and mind. It is like he says. My only regret would be if I

did not do this now. If I did not cross this unholy line and fornicate

with my son. We have reached critical mass. A chemical chain

reaction that is bonding us together. My tongue lashes against his

and communicates the same message. Yes, this is just so fucking hot,

and yes, I have never wanted a man to fuck me as much as I want

my son to fuck me right now. His affirmation and desire amplifies

my own. We are meeting as equals and pursuing this adventure on

the same terms.

We let a mutual moan of anticipation escape from panting mouths.

We both peek down to his cock which is hovering above my sopping

cunt. I feel my breath being taken away as I realise he is about to

enter me. My son is about to penetrate me with his dick. I try to cling

to the floor as though I might slide off at any time. He is overzealous

as he tries to enter me and his leaking cock slips up and over my

labia. I am almost as desperate as he is to feel him inside of me. I

wrap my hand around his dick. I can scarcely believe its warmth.

Scarcely believe that raw heat is shortly going to be stoking my

pussy. He slows down and yields to me. We ease him past my slick

pussy lips together and give a long and mutual holler of enjoyment.

'Oh God...Mum! Mum...that's...oh...ah...so deep...'

'Tim...that...ohhhh...oh, Tim...'

I whimper in response. My first thought is that I am already so close

to cumming. I look at his face and see it contorted with the same

stunned pleasure. I sense he is also close already. His dick stuffs me

completely. So long and girthy and humming with incredible

energy. I know he won't last long, but every second he is in me tips

me closer to climax. We take a moment to savour that first

penetration. The moment we stepped over the threshold of mother

and son and became lovers. We kiss again and he pushes into me,

ensuring I take as much of him as I can. I moan into his mouth and

spread my legs.

His urgency is suddenly abated and we kiss and enjoy the full length

of his dick being wedged in my pussy.

'Mum...', he says with a voice of wonder. I can only splutter an

answer.

'I'm in you, Mum. I'm actually in you. God, you feel so...so good. So

wet and tight.'

'Yes...yes, Tim. Can feel you...so deep in me. I'm...I'm wet for you,

son. I...oh...you're stretching me so nicely. Oh...right there.

That's...just so good. That is...wow.'

He is a perfect size. Big and thick, but not uncomfortably so. The

head of his penis is a fat bulb that tickles the walls of my pussy as he

slides in me. He was right about how wet I was. I couldn't recall the

last time I was this turned on. My heart felt ready to beat out of my

chest. His weight bears down on me pinning me to the floor. He

pushes up on his arms and gets ready to fuck me. It is so surreal.

Being in this prone, helpless and submissive position. Looking up

and seeing Tim's face. And then tracking along the length of his body

and down to his cock which is presently balls deep in my pussy. I

feel like doing a double take to confirm this is indeed my son on the

other end of this engorged dick.

'It's...it's magnificent Tim. God, it's happening. I can't believe it's

happening. Can't...believe we're doing this...so good! Watching

you...feeling you in me. This is so...ah!'

He pulls out slowly and begins a gentle pace of fucking. Methodical

and deliberate. I wonder if he is trying to conserve his stamina. My

pussy bathes his dick in more juice, eager to increase the pace. Eager

for a pounding. It has been so long since I have had a good hard

fucking. So long since I felt this good. But he teases me with his

languid strokes. Each of them sends ripples of pleasure through me.

I place my hands on his back and smooth them all the way down to

his buttocks. They twitch with nervous energy as he begins to up the

rhythm. I feel like I am operating and manipulating this huge cock

in me by the way I grip his buttocks. I coo and huff in pleasure. We

cannot take our eyes off each other.

'Tim...feel how wet I am for you, baby. You've...oh, God...that's so

good. Look how wet you've made Mummy.'

His face is almost frozen. Only his mouth moves. Opening and

closing like a fish. I don't dare contemplate how I look to him.

Perhaps a similar expression. Mouth agape in scarcely concealed lust

and wonderment. My breasts slap together as he builds his pace

further. The gold chain jumps across my cleavage with every thrust.

I can hear my pussy squelching in appreciation. I don't want this to

end. I already want to slip back in time a few minutes to begin again.

It is so ungodly. It is so incredibly good. Unlike anything I have ever

known.

'That's...wow. Wow! Oh, Tim! So good, baby. Yes, Tim, yes! That's it!

Keep going! Fuck me, Tim. Fuck me! Harder! Fuck Mummy. Fuck

your horny mother!'

As soon as I utter those words sparks being to fly. He cannons down

hard on me and begins a frantic stuffing of my pussy. We both call

out in ecstasy.

'Oh God, Mum! We're...we're really doing this! I can't...can't believe

it. I'm really fucking you! We're really having sex, Mum! We're

making love!'

'Yes, yes baby! Don't stop! Don't ever stop! Yes...you're in me...you're

in your mother! I...oh...feels...feels so good! Feels...too good!'

It was like neither of us could grasp what was happening so we had

to provide running commentary to articulate and confirm it.

'Ah...your dick...it feels so good in me, Tim! Feels...so right, son! I

love it! God, don't stop! Fuck me! Fuck Mummy! Make me cum!'

'Yes! Yes, Mum! I love you, Mum! I love being in you! Don't want

this to stop!'

'Don't...don't stop Tim! Keep that dick in Mummy! Fuck Mummy's

cunt! She loves it! Fuck me!'

'I love it, Mum! God, you feel so good, Mum! Feels so hot! We're

doing it! We're really doing it!'

I forget about the hard floor beneath me and the muted pain in my

hip. All that matters is the wonderful tempo of Tim's dick ploughing

in and out of my pussy. I grab onto his sides as he increases the pace

of his thrusts. Already my pussy is dripping juice down my buttocks

and onto the wood floor. I feel myself slipping over it each time Tim

slams back into me. His dick fixes me in place. Pins me to the slick

floor. Gives me no quarter. I take it all. The orgasm hits me like a

sonic boom.

'Ah! Tim! Cumming! God! Son!'

My body spasms violently and I feel every limb shaking and my

head juddering around on the floor. I feel as though I may pass out

with pleasure. Every fibre of my being is being electrified. I feel my

pussy slaver his dick with even more juice. He has made me so

unbearably wet. I am lost to it. Tim slaps into me harder. His face is

red with exertion and intensity. Eager to give me another orgasm and

match it with one of his own. The first orgasm fades and I sense a

new one building. I am a tiny boat riding the waves of pleasure

fanned by my new lover. It has never been this good. Not even close.

Not from Alex or any man or woman I have shared my bed with.

This is a whole new level of ecstasy.

'Oh my God, Mum...your pussy feels so good! I love fucking you! I

love this...I love this...this incest, Mum!'

'Yes Tim! You're making it feel...soooo good. I can't...can't even! Don't

stop, baby! Fuck me, son! Yes! I love it too! Ah!'

'So horny, Mum! I love your body. I love your breasts, your arse,

your hands and legs, your back, every last part of you. You are the

sexiest woman alive! This is so amazing...thank you! Thank you so

much!'

From anyone else, being thanked mid-coitus would be cringeworthy,

but from Tim is feels like a wonderful validation. There will be no

regrets from either of us.

'So close, Mum! Going to cum! Going to cum so hard! In you, Mum!

Can't...can't stop!'

'Keep going! Don't stop! So close, Tim! Keep fucking me! Need that

cum! Put that cum in me! Put that cum in Mummy!'

His dick goes off like a hose. The first spurt of hot cum gushes into

me. I cum hard as my pussy fills with his sweet seed. It seems to last

forever. I remember the pain from my accident and about how that

seemed to stop time and here I was at the other end of the scale to

the agony. Hoping this ecstasy, this sense of wholeness would never

end. A new climax with each jet of cum he injects into me.

'Ah! Yes! Ah! Cum in me, Tim! Cum in Mummy! Yes! Oh, feels so

good! So much! Yes! Cum! Tim!'

'Mum! Cumming! In you! Mum! Love you!'

We wail like banshees. It is hard to pick out a coherent word between

us. We are not civilised beings anymore, just two spitting beasts

caught in the throes of mad abandon and wild pleasure. We screech

for ages. Tim keeps thrusting in me even though he is spent and the

soup of our cum is squelching against his penis and squirting from

my pussy. I cheer him on and he responds, our voices hoarse and

strained from the many cries of passion. 'Mum!' and 'Cum!' over and

over again until it is impossible to separate them.

He fucks me until both our bellies are slick with juice. Eventually he

stops and his body crumples over mine. Our lips touch and part,

allowing our tongues to mingle again. My whole body is tensed as if

trying to cling on to that last fleeting orgasm. His dick still feels like

it is vibrating in me. I don't want it to leave. I want to feel that wave

of pleasure again. Eventually he slips his tongue from my mouth and

looks down at me.

'Did...did that really just happen?'

I run my hands from his buttocks and up his spine.

'I don't know. Do you think we should do it again just to be sure?'

'Mum...'

I silence him with another kiss and our tongues duel again. I squeeze

his buttocks as we pet each other. I almost can't comprehend my

actions. Tim lays on top of me, thick wads of his cum lodged in my

pussy as his dick finally begins to shrink.

We finally break from our kissing and survey the scene. I feel like we

have both just caught each other doing something we shouldn't be

doing. My hands are still on his hips, still pulling him into me. His

pelvis still juts down hard against mine. We are suddenly bashful as

though we have just lost our virginity to each other and know

instinctively it was as amazing and incredible an experience as we

expected.

My pussy flinches as Tim eases himself out of me as if it is already

missing the wonderful dimensions of his penis and hot sweetness of

his cum. His cum. I can't stop thinking about it. Not only have I

desecrated my relationship with my son by having sex with him, I

have also let him cum inside me. It feels strange to wonder about it.

As though I'm already headfirst and headlong into this so there is no

point in taking half measures.

He kneels over me, not quite able to meet my eyes, his penis still

throbbing and glistening with my pussy juice. I shudder just looking

at it. My pleasure coating his.

'Did you cum, Mum?' he asks shyly as though he is unsure of the

effectiveness of his handiwork.

I try not to chuckle as he may interpret it the wrong way. It seems

staggering to me that he cannot trust the conviction of his eyes and

ears. I'm lying flat on my back. My breathing is still heavy from the

grunting and moaning and cries of pleasure. My brow is beaded with

sweat. My cleavage is flushed red. My hips still jump in pleasure. My

pussy reluctantly leaks his cum and my own wetness into a pool on

the parquet.

It should be obvious, but it seems sweet and endearing that he wants

to question it. He is not the first man to ask me that question but there

is something so sincere and earnest about his tone. As though he

genuinely wants to know if I enjoyed myself as much as he did. I

know he sees it as a barometer for whatever happens next. The logic

is always if the woman enjoyed it then surely she will want more of

it.

'Yes. Absolutely, baby. I...I came more than once. In fact...I haven't

cum like that in a long time.'

I want to say 'ever', but something stops me. It doesn't seem possible.

I don't want to admit it to myself. With all my bohemian experiences

and knowledge, I have just had the best sex of my life and it has been

with my teenage son. It was just a few short minutes. A burst of

passion and desire, but it has left me feeling more elated and satisfied

in months. I feel like bells are ringing in my head, little birds tweeting

around my head. As light as a feather and as fresh as a mountain

stream.

I wonder if the weed is partly responsibly or if it is solely down to

the wonderful taboo of a mother and son making love. It sounds

almost cringeworthy but I cannot think of any other way of

describing it. This wasn't just sex. This was Tim and I exercising a

hunger for each other we did not know we possessed. This was love,

passion, desire, lust, ardour, a madness that I did not want to be

cured of.

It wasn't just the euphoria of the several orgasms he wrung from me.

Each one purer and more intense than the last. It was the unabated

thrill of feeling him inside me. Not just a man, a stranger, but my

naked son, perched over me, feeding me his manhood! His face a

picture of glee and concentration as he slowly worked his dick in and

out of his mother's sopping pussy lips. I can't fathom the last time I

was so wet. The last time I sluiced a dick with this much cunt juice. I

have left a silvery trail of it leading from his thighs all the way up to

his navel. My pussy has marked him. Claimed ownership.

He breaks out into a wide smile, at once wholesome and smug.

Pleased with my response and thrilled at how his dick has managed

to make me feel. I want to tell him more. How it isn't just egodressing or flattery. That the frenzied rutting of his dick and spewed

cum inside me has triggered bursts of pleasure I did not know I was

capable of. But I say nothing. I pat the floor beside me and he lies

down. I feel sparks as our arms rub up. He nudges my hand with his

and I clasp it close.

'Thanks, Mum. I...I wasn't sure.'

'Trust me, Tim. I didn't...'

'Didn't what?'

'I mean...I never imagined it would be that good.'

He squeezes my hand tighter. My breath slowly returns to normal

though my heart is still pounding furiously. I want to take a picture

of us. Mother and son naked on the floor. Holding hands and lying

together after the first time. My legs still splayed and his dick

pointing towards me as it lies spent and sticky on his stomach. I want

to have the photo framed and put it on my bedside table or kept as a

screensaver on my phone or in my purse so I can take it out and

savour it whenever I want to.

'You liked the outfit then?'

'The...? Oh yes. I...honestly Mum, you look so sexy in anything and

out of anything as well. But yeah...it was great. God, it looks so good

on you. It was so horny knowing, imagining what was underneath.'

'Thanks...I'm glad you liked it.'

'Did you...did you wear it thinking this was going to happen?'

'Well, it seemed like there was a fair chance of it and...I wanted to be

ready for it.'

'Jesus, Mum. That's so hot. I know I keep saying it...but this is just

unreal. I think I'm getting hard again now just thinking about it.'

I laugh and kiss his shoulder.

'You can keep saying it, Tim. It doesn't bother me. Not if it's true.'

'It's definitely true, Mum. I...it hasn't hit me yet. Not really. You were

right. It does change everything, but I'm so happy we did it. I'm

happy you wanted this as much as I did.'

'I did Tim. I mean...maybe I didn't want to admit it even though I

was getting ready for it. But...when I came in here and...and I heard

you and saw you and saw us...I didn't think I would be so desperate

to do it. I'm normally a long foreplay kind of girl, but this...I just

couldn't wait any longer.'

'It's only been a day!'

'I know! I mean...before the accident. It's been so long since I had sex

and this...I mean good sex. Great sex. Amazing sex. God this was

worth waiting for.'

'You mean...you and Dad...'

'No...he's been awkward. i don't know what it is. Or...I know exactly

what it is and I'd rather not say. We...we don't need to talk about him.

This is our time. Tim. Let's talk about us.'

'Yes...you're right, Mum. I meant it, you know.'

'Meant what?'

'I love you, Mum. I hope you know that.'

'Of course, baby. I...I love you too.'

'You're sure...you're sure you're ok with this?'

'I'm better than ok...I just hope you are as well.'

'I'm amazed, stunned. In shock, but in the best way possible. I'm still

not sure that this isn't the best wet dream ever.'

'It's real, Tim. You and me. It's real.'

'I...I don't know what to say, Mum. I love you. Thank you. It sounds

so cheesy, but...thank you. I honestly didn't know how you would

react...I honestly didn't think this was possible. Thank you. That was

the most incredible experience of my life. God, I'm still trying to

understand it.'

I clutch his hand tighter and we cuddle. We lie there and listen to the

sound of each other breathing. I have lost track of the time. My

thoughts suddenly revert to my husband and of him bursting in and

catching his son and wife both in a post-coital haze. Holding hands

and lying in a puddle of cum. The thought does not scare me for

some reason. There is so much I want to say, so much to ask and

discuss. So much to unpack and study, but for now I content myself

with lying next to my son as his cum dribbles down my pussy lips

and onto the floor