Angela tightens the straps of the harness and adjusts the position of the double-ended strapon, feeling the smaller end of it move in her already wet cunt. She looks down, appreciating the view: the mounds of her firm, heavy tits, her flat tummy, and, of course, the thick black cock between her legs. She smirks. This is going to be… something.
Cameron is still where she left him, on his back in her bed. His legs are spread wide open. Despite the very impressive cock he inherited from his father, he, at seventeen, looks not only boyish, but downright feminine. It’s not only his long blond hair or thin face with large brown eyes framed by eyelashes many girls would kill for – it’s mostly his posture, the submissiveness of his position. Angela eyes him from what she thinks is the male point of view. She studies his body, thin and muscular, she thinks about where she’s going to grab him, which parts of him she will suck and lick, how hard she is going to penetrate him. How good it will feel to have him squirm over her cock. She wonders at herself. It is so easy for her to think these things, to want these things. The things a mother should never think about doing with her own son.
“Are you ready, honey?”
She grabs his foot and sucks in the big toe. He stirs. She knows it tickles – how many times she has tickled his feet when he was a kid – but he doesn’t try to pull his foot away. She loves the feeling of his body in her mouth. She plays with his toe just like she’d play with his cock – sucking it in, licking the tip, gently biting onto it. It’s a promise of things to come.
He’s watching her through his eyelids half-closed, his body tense.
“God, mom, I’m so ready for you…”
Angela takes a bottle of lube, squirts some on her strapon, and some more right on her son’s asshole. She wants to make sure he’s ready, so she glides one finger inside, adds another, a third one… She curls her fingers up, hoping to press on his prostate. Cameron moans loudly from her touch. His cock twitches.
“Mom… fuck, that feels good.”
Angela smiles. There are so many things she could do to him, things that she wants to do to him. But she needs to follow through with the main event. She takes her fingers out. They’re all slimy from the lube, so she wipes them on the base of the strapon. She’s ready to go, and Cameron is ready, too, but as she looks at his naked body, she decides to delay it by just a few more minutes. She wants to feel her son’s warm body on her face, taste him, lick him, and she needs it right now.
She climbs on the bed. Her son’s lips press on her own in a deep kiss. Their tongues meet; she sucks his tongue into her mouth and bites down, not too hard. Then she pulls away, kissing her son’s chin, neck, chest. She licks his hard nipples, just the way he licked hers the first time they had sex. She keeps going down until she’s at his stomach, and she rubs her face against it. It’s flat and hairless, almost feminine; slender, but she can definitely feel his abs through his skin.
She licks it until her tongue is in his belly button. “This is where we were connected,” a thought passes through her head. It’s so strange… She remembers doing the same exact thing when he was a baby, playing with him, kissing him, but the context was completely different, of course. She was not aroused then, but she felt the same tenderness, the same love for this boy her body created.
She pulls away. Her son’s cock would have been the next stop, and if she started playing with it, she wouldn’t be able to stop herself. Sucking her son off was the first sexual thing she did, and she felt addicted to it the moment it entered her mouth. Now is the time to make good on what Cameron’s asked her to do.
Angela spreads his legs wide open. She can see her son’s pink asshole, his balls covered with light brown hair pressed tight to his cock. She presses his thighs down, thinking how their roles have shifted – not just as mother and son, but as man and woman. How many times has she been in this exact position, legs spread wide, her pussy and ass open for anyone to see, feeling vulnerable and shameless at the same time? Now that she sees her son in that same pose, she feels in control, like his body is hers to do whatever she wants with. It is a predominantly masculine feeling, she thinks, and she loves every second of it.
This is not the first time she’s pegged a man. But most men who had her cock in their body were far more physically masculine than her son. Most of the time, they wanted to surrender the control they usually possessed to her; that was their fantasy, and they would play it up, exaggerating their vulnerability to her, but ultimately relinquishing their control of her after they were done. With Cameron, now, it feels different. It feels natural, not forced. She can fuck him however long she wants, forcing him to delay his orgasm indefinitely – after all, Cameron’s a good boy, he will do exactly what his mommy tells him to do.
She penetrates him hard. For a second his face spasms in pain, and she instantly regrets it. She wants to pull out, but then Cameron’s face relaxes. He looks at her; the lips stretching into a genuine smile.
“How does it feel, honey?” she says in a concerned voice.
“Like heaven,” he whispers.
“You like it hard?” she asks, now adding some more sensual tones to her voice and starting to move her hips.
“Yes, mommy…”
“Louder,” she orders.
“Yes, mommy!”
“You want to be a little slut for mommy?”
“Fuck… yes, mommy… Fuck me like a slut. Make me your slut!”
“Yeah, I’ll do just that. You’re my little fuck toy, baby, my incest sissy bitch…”
She keeps going hard, feeling every thrust echo in her wet pussy through the other end of the dildo. It’s the wrong angle and force to get her off, but she doesn’t mind – it is stimulating enough to keep her going. She moves her hands over to Cameron’s outer hips, squeezes them hard. She’s enjoying the feeling of his flesh in her hands, grabbing it, mashing it, sensing it yielding to her fingers. She thinks about grabbing his cock, stroking it, but it’s too early.
“Mommy… mommy, I love you,” she hears. “I love you so much.”
It’s a striking thing to hear under the circumstances, but she loves it. “I love you too, baby,” she says, shoving her cock in Cameron’s ass almost all the way in. “I love my little incest whore son….”
“Please…” Cameron begs now. “Please, can I come?”
His cock is so hard, she thinks. How much she wants it in her now.
“You want to come for mommy?”
“I need to… Oh god, I need to come so fucking much.”
Angela grabs his cock, squeezes it hard, feeling its girth and density and heat under her fingers. It’s a little thinner than his father’s, but it’s long, and it’s so wet with his pre-cum.
“Come for me, honey,” Angela says, now stroking him hard. “Come for mommy’s cock. Come like a little slut for mommy.”
It doesn’t take long. Cameron arches his back, tenses up, and screams out. His cock explodes sending ropes after ropes of sperm in the air. Angela watches him come in awe – she’s rarely seen men come this hard. She grabs his cock by the head after he’s done, caresses it, squeezes it between her fingers, watching him thrash and moan under her touch. She pulls out, noting how much Cameron’s asshole is gaping after the strapon. It’s an obscene and erotic sight, and she gets yet another wave of arousal from it. She’s so turned on now that her vision actually dims a bit.
With trembling hands, she unstraps the harness and lets it fall to the floor. She bends over and swallows her son’s still hard and very wet cock, making him yelp. Her fingers are back in his asshole, and she finger-fucks him more as she sucks his cock in and out of her mouth. The taste and scent of his sperm is overwhelming, and all she wants right now is more of it. She doesn’t care if her son has just come, she doesn’t care if his balls are empty, if this is entirely too intense for him… She just wants him to come again and again, in her mouth, her aching, swollen pussy, her ass.
Cameron comes again. He can’t help it, and she knows he can’t. This time his load is much smaller, but it goes entirely in her mouth and down her throat. Angela loves the taste of her son’s young sperm; she savors it, letting it linger in her mouth, run over her tongue. It’s not enough, and she moves up to lick the sticky spots off her son’s body where his cum landed the first time. She laps it all up.
When there’s nothing left, she climbs up until Cameron’s head is positioned perfectly between her thighs. Her wet pussy is right over his lips. He gives it a tentative lick, but she needs much more than that.
“Eat mommy’s pussy, baby,” she whispers. “Suck my clit. Suck my fucking clit like it was a cock.”
He sucks it in, flicking it with his tongue. Angela feels ecstatic. She grabs Cameron’s head by the hair, shoves it deeper between her legs. She’s now grinding her cunt against her son’s face. She doesn’t care if he’s uncomfortable or if he cannot breathe, she only wants to come, to use her own son for her pleasure. At the same time, Cameron’s moaning, struggling to get even deeper in his mother’s pussy – he wants to be enveloped by her body, her heat, her juices, and she’s delirious from his enjoyment of her.
“Finger mommy’s asshole, baby,” she directs. He manages to stick two fingers into her cunt and she wonders if he’s got the wrong hole, but he’s merely scooping up her cum to get his fingers wet. In a few seconds, he’s finger-fucking her ass. His fingers are stretching her, filling her up. She lets go completely, her mind in the stratosphere, her overstimulated body hyper-alert to all sensation.
She doesn’t feel an exact point when her orgasm starts – it creeps up on her, starting somewhere deep in her cunt, expanding and consuming her entire body. She feels it in every part, every cell; the sensation overwhelms her and she screams a guttural, primal scream as she reaches the top. Her thighs are too weak to sustain her and she drops back, her quivering, spasming pussy on full display in front of her son’s face.
It takes an eternity for Angela to come back to her senses. She watches Cameron touch her pussy – it’s not a sexual touch but rather a gentle caress. She thinks again on how surreal it feels to be this way with her son. Incest doesn’t feel dirty to her, at least not in the sense of doing something shameful or immoral: on the contrary, she feels free and open, happy to be able to share this with her son.
Especially now that Will – her husband and Cameron’s father – knows about them.
It was not easy for her to confess; and yet it was unthinkable for her not to. They had a rare thing: a successful open marriage that lasted through times both good and bad. They had two wonderful kids: Cameron and Cassie, his older sister, now in college. They loved each other, couldn’t imagine their lives separate from each other, but at the same time they both believed that love and sex were different, and while sex is greatly complemented by love, the latter does not have to be a factor.
Despite this, they had rules: neither of them had to ask the other’s permission to have a one-night stand, but any subsequent arrangements would need to be disclosed and discussed. Whenever possible, the third party would be invited to join both of them. Those were the rules they agreed to follow early on in their relationship, and neither of them had ever broken them… until Cameron.
Angela couldn’t help herself. Once they had first crossed the taboo line, she wanted more and more. It would be a quick jerk-off session as she kissed him good night, or a full-on fucking in the short time between Cameron coming home from school and Will returning to work. She felt terrible about keeping it from Will, and still it took her almost a week to muster the courage to confess.
She and Will had just woken up. He was curled around her, his arms and legs entwined around her naked body. She found his cock – hard, as it usually was in the morning. She gave it a light squeeze. Will’s right hand moved to her breast, caressed the nipple. She began stroking his cock a little harder, listening to Will’s breathing in her ear.
“I have something to tell you,” she said to her own surprise.
“New guy?” Will said, interested. They both loved recounting their sexual adventures as they had sex; it was a frequent part of their foreplay.
Angela closed her eyes. There was no turning back now.
“I’ve done something… I don’t know how you will feel about it.”
“I’ve never judged you, honey,” Will said. “And I never will.”
“Yes, I know, but… This is different.”
“Okay, I’m very intrigued now.”
“Promise me you will not yell at me. Or… Just promise to not get emotional. And I’ll do whatever you want me to, like if you want me to stop or…” She cut herself off, feeling herself begin to ramble.
Will stroked her cheek, prompting her to look at him. She looked at his face, his kind brown eyes, and felt nothing but his love in them. It made her feel sad, somehow.
“Just say it. I promise, there’s nothing I will be angry at you for.”
“I fucked Cameron,” she whispered. “I fucked our son.”
His eyes narrowed. But… she felt his cock twitch in her hand.
“Oh god,” he whispered back.
“Are you mad at me?” she asked, afraid of the answer.
Will shook his head. “Tell me how it happened.”
“I… I was masturbating one day. I thought he’d be back from school at six, but apparently his swimming practice got cancelled and his friend gave him a ride. I didn’t know. I was just relaxing, watching porn on the TV… I got completely naked, and I was fingering myself, and suddenly there he was, watching me, touching himself through his pants.”
She felt Will’s cock get harder as she went on, and she began stroking it faster.
“I don’t know how it happened. Like, we didn’t speak or anything, I just saw him, and he never stopped touching himself, and I never did, either. I waved at him to come closer, and he did, and I just said something like, ‘Do you want to?’. It was lame, and awkward, but I didn’t even know what to say.”
“What did he do?” Will asked, sounding raspy.
“He kind of just stood there. He didn’t know what I was asking him to do. I didn’t know either. I pulled him towards me, unzipped his pants. He was very hard, his cock popped right out, and I took it in my mouth…”
Will pulled away then. Angela tensed up, but he grabbed her in the way he’d always grabbed her, prompting her to get on all fours. He positioned his cock against her open and now very wet pussy, and entered her, hard and fast.
“Keep talking,” he asked.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned, feeling his cock slam into her pussy. “I sucked our son… for a while, and I was getting so turned on by that… His cock is just like yours, you know, almost… And then I let it go, and he thought I was coming to my senses and I was going to end it or yell at him or something, but I just looked into his eyes and asked, ‘Do you want to fuck me’, and he nodded. Gosh, he was so nervous, he was just like this little wide-eyed thing, and I felt like…”
“Like what?” Will groaned after a pause.
“Like… oh my god, Will, I felt like a mother… Like it was my duty, my task, to do this with him. Nurture him, or, I don’t know, have him back in me… I have no idea how to explain it. He was going to just stick his cock in me right then and there, still fully clothed, but I wanted to see him. I asked him to strip, and then we were both naked, mother and son, and we fucked…”
“Oh fuck,” Will moans.
“I fucked our son, honey,” Angela says again, feeling Will’s pounding accentuate every syllable. “I had his cock back inside me, like a dirty incest whore mom, and I took his cum in my cunt just like I’m going to take yours now…”
True to her words, Will came inside her right then, his fingers pressing deep into her sides. He stayed inside her like that for a couple minutes, then pulled away, lying down beside her. He didn’t make any move indicating that he would make her come again, but she didn’t mind – sometimes, it felt good just to be used for his pleasure; and in a certain way, this particular fuck felt like a kind of penance.
He asked her for more details. When did they start? How many times have they done it? Did she want to do it again? Did she want him – Cameron – to know that his father knows, and…