Your mother turns round, and you see her breasts for the first time since you suckled them. They are large, heavy breasts, with prominent nipples, dusky rose in colour. You are mesmerised by their shape, their beauty. Your mother's breasts are different to Kelly's small, perky tits that sit tight against her chest. You look up to your mother's face and see lust in her eyes, a look you have not seen before. You know that you will end up fucking your mother, and you do not care how wrong that might be. She looks at you quizzically and you bury your face in her chest, licking round the inside of her left breast, seeking her nipple. A primeval memory takes hold and you start to suck as if milk would flow. You hear your mother moan as you tease her nipple with your tongue. Releasing your mouth, you replace it with your hand as your mouth moves across to her right. "Ooh honey," she breathes, "this is different. I like it." She holds your head to her breast, stroking your father's hair, and you hear her start ot moan. Against your body, you feel her pushing up at you and her hands now pushing the top of your head. You release her nipple, and lick down her stomach. Her hands are still pressing downwards. You know where she wants your mouth.
You cannot believe this is happening to you. Your mother's cunt comes into close view. She is raising up towards your mouth, and you can see a glistening around her lips. You plunge your tongue towards them, licking up, finding her clitoris. It is a small red nub and you lick against it. Your mother bucks. You move your tongue as quickly as you can causing your mother to moan loudly. "Peter," she cries, "more". It is your father's name and this comforts you. What you are doing is wrong, but only you know. You continue tasting her saltiness, from the very place of your birth. Your mother's hands are in your hair, holding your head and she is writhing against you. You cannot remember being as hard as you are now. "Fuck me Peter" she gasps, and you need no further invitation.
You give your mother's a clitoris a final lick and raise yourself above her. You look down and see your father's body - hairier than yours, with a heavier, fatter cock. Your mother takes your father's penis into her hands and lines it up against her cunt. This is it - a moment you never knew you wanted, a moment that is taboo. You hesitate and then slam yourself in. "Oooh," your mother gasps, "gentle." You feel her warmth surrounding, engulfing your cock and it is beautiful. You have not felt more alive and feel the need to slide against her. Slowly you start to withdraw. Your mother reaches around to your arse and pushes you back, gasping again. "Maybe not so gentle," she breathes, and you take this cue to start fucking her in earnest. She wraps her legs around you as you push in and pull out. You and she work up a steady rhythm, matching each other's thrusts. Your mother starts breathing more heavily, and brings your head to hers. You kiss her open mouthed, all the while thrusting your cock into her warmth and wetness. Your tongues play together and then she pushes your head away, turning her head onto the pillow one way and then the other. Though you have never seen your mother orgasm before, you can tell this is what she is doing, and with it you feel an urgency in your balls. You feel your cum shoot out of your cock as your mother lets out an exhausted cry. She holds you tight as your bucks within her lessen and still. You are she are still one flesh and now you just want to hold her.
In your post-coital state, you hear a knock at the door. |