Jenny stood before him wearing a see-through negligee with no underwear. The hard nipples of her perfectly shaped breasts poked little dimples in the thin white cotton. Long blonde hair hung down her shoulders, framing a face with big brown eyes that was beautiful beyond description. Her full lips glistened. Brian was looking at a piece of heaven.
Jenny pulled the straps of the negligee from her shoulders. It fell to her feet, exposing the swells of her naked breasts. His eyes traveled down her flat stomach to the cleanly shaven mound puffing out from between her legs. The glistening petals of her pink folds peeked out from the gash down the middle. Her hard clit throbbed with excitement. Jenny turned around. Brian stared at the perfectly rounded cheeks separated by a dark cleft.
Jenny was the most beautiful girl in school. Brian lay in bed with his eyes closed, drinking in the image of this goddess. His hand gripped his cock tightly as he stroked. She turned and stepped closer, pressing her naked body against his and kissing him on the lips. He could practically feel her hard nipples digging into his chest. His hand moved faster. Jenny kissed down his body until she was squatting in front of him. Her lips parted. She took him into her mouth.
Jenny used her mouth and tongue to drive him crazy. She knew just where to lick and just how hard to grip his cock with her lips. Her fingers massaged his testicles and rubbed his scrotum. With her other hand, Jenny fingered her pussy. Her big brown eyes let him know just how much she enjoyed what she was doing.
With spit dripping down her chin, Jenny stood and leaned over a table in the imaginary room. She tilted her perfect ass upward. Brian stared at the swollen pussy puffing out from between her thighs like a juicy peach. She begged for his big hard cock. Brian could almost feel the heat of her tight, wet pussy as it slid deep into her body. His hand went faster. His cock plunged deep on each powerful thrust. She moaned and told him how much she loved having him inside her.
As Brian got closer and closer, the fantasy took a sudden turn. The girl he was fucking was no longer Jenny. It was his thirty-nine-year-old mother. Her hot pussy was dripping juices all over his balls. She looked over her shoulder and begged him to fuck her harder. Her fingers flew across her swollen clit. Brian slammed into her like a madman. He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back.
His mother had an orgasm. He imagined her cunt clenching his cock as his grip tightened. She begged him to cum inside her. Her hot pussy pulsed and twitched against him. Brian could no longer hold back. He grunted and sprayed hot thick cum all over his chest. He imagined pulling out of his mother’s cunt and watching the strands of his creamy seed dripping from her pussy as the last ounce of cum oozed onto his hand.
His mother always invaded his fantasies as he neared climax. He couldn’t cum without her appearing. The endings were all different. Sometimes he would cum inside her pussy. Other times, she would drop to her knees, and he would shoot in her mouth or all over her face and tits. Once in a while, she begged him to cum in her ass.
It wasn’t just fantasies of the mind, either. When Brian watched porn, his mother would appear just as he was about to cum. He would close his eyes and the woman with a cock in her mouth and two more in her pussy and ass would become his mother with her eyes looking at him to let him know how much she enjoyed what they were doing to her and begging him to cum while he watched.
His mother also appeared when he was with his girlfriend, Beth. It would become his mother’s lips he was kissing, his mother’s breasts he was sucking, and his mother’s pussy that his cock pounded senseless. When Beth put him in her mouth, it was his mother’s lips wrapped tightly around his cock. The fact that she looked like a younger version of his mother didn’t help.
Brian tried to fight these unnatural feelings, but it was a losing battle. No matter how hard he tried to satisfy his sexual cravings through fantasies or watching porn or being intimate with Beth, his mother was always lingering in the background, waiting to pounce. It didn’t help that she strutted around the house in tight stretch pants that molded to the contours of her shapely butt and the swell of her pussy. She wore tops without a bra that clung to her perfect breasts with hard nipples poking out.
It wasn’t just the way she dressed, either. His mother often left the bedroom door open when she was undressing or coming out of the shower. Brian had seen her naked on several occasions. A few times, he caught her bending over and could see her ass cheeks and shaved pussy puffing out at him from between her thighs. Once she left her bedroom door cracked while she was on her knees masturbating. He took out his phone and recorded a video.
Caroline Michaels, Brian’s mother, had the door to her son’s room cracked open and watched him shoot cum all over his chest. Her fingers flew across her clit as she imagined his cum splashing across her face and shooting into her open mouth. Seconds later, she squeezed her legs together and gasped. Her pussy clenched in a series of spasms and soaked her panties.
Caroline knew something was wrong with her. It was unnatural to have these kinds of feelings for her son. She had tried so hard to make it go away. Her husband wasn’t much help. He was always traveling. They hardly ever had sex. She masturbated all the time, but it left her frustrated. She needed a man.
Caroline tried sex appeal to get her husband to fuck her more often. She dressed provocatively, hoping he would notice. Instead, she found Brian was staring at her body. He tried to hide it, but she knew he was looking. It gave her a thrill. After all, someone was paying attention to her. Caroline considered it harmless. Brian was a young adult. Of course, he would look at a woman flaunting her assets, even his mother. It didn’t mean anything.
Knowing her son was watching and enjoying it, Caroline began to wear more provocative outfits. She even let him see her naked on occasion by leaving the bedroom door open when she took a shower. She would put on a show for him by bending over and letting him see her ass and pussy. One time, she left her door cracked open so he could watch her masturbate. She was on her hands and knees with her ass pointing at him and two fingers buried in her pussy.
It didn’t bother Caroline that her nipples swelled and her pussy got wet from letting Brian look at her. She was sure it had nothing to do with actual desire for him. It was her body reacting naturally to a male’s admiring gaze. Still, she did find herself masturbating more often. It wasn’t Brian’s fault. It was her asshole husband who only fucked her once or twice a month. She needed some way to relieve the sexual energy.
At first, her masturbation fantasies were not directed at anyone in particular. All she could see was a cock. It was just a big hard slab of meat throbbing in her mouth or pounding her pussy or fucking her ass. Sometimes it filled her with cum. Other times it blasted her face and tits. She never looked up to see who belonged to the cock.
Everything changed the day Caroline saw Brian masturbating in his bedroom for the first time. She wasn’t supposed to be home. Brian left the bedroom door open. He was standing at his desk, completely naked and staring at the computer display. A video of her masturbating filled the screen. Brian’s hand pumped his cock in rapid strokes. Caroline could hear the words spewing from his mouth.
“I love your pussy, Mom. It feels so good wrapped around my hard cock. I love fucking you. Oh god… I’m going to cum inside you, Mom. I can’t help it.”
Seconds later, she saw thick ropes of cum shoot from his cock and splatter the screen. Caroline felt her pussy spasm. A trickle of juice gushed into her panties. She ran to the bedroom and threw herself onto the bed. She quickly pushed her jeans and panties down to her knees and plunged two fingers deep into her cunt. With her other hand, she rubbed her clit.
In her fantasy, Caroline saw the cock that was fucking her. It was big and hard and plowing deep into her cunt again and again. This tim,e she looked up to see who it was. Brian hovered over her body, driving his cock straight down into her pussy. Her legs were pulled back and pinned to her shoulders. The words she was thinking came spewing out of her mouth.
“Fuck me, Brian. Fuck me with your big, hard cock. Make me cum, baby. Please.”
Moments later, she arched her back and screamed. Pussy juice drenched her hand and trickled over her asshole. Her fingers continued to rub her clit. Another series of spasms sent her spinning into orgasmic bliss. Caroline was breathing hard when the last orgasm finally subsided. Afterwards, a wave of guilt consumed her. She had cum thinking about her son.
During future masturbation sessions, Caroline tried to keep her mind focused on the cock fucking her and not look up at the face, but that didn’t work. She could hear Brian’s voice telling her how much he loved driving his cock up her cunt or down her throat. Even when she watched porn, her mind would wander to Brian. It got so bad that on the rare occasion her husband fucked her she imagined it was Brian inside her pussy.
Caroline was obsessed. There was nothing she could do about it. She finally gave up trying. If he was going to be there when she masturbated, she wouldn’t fight it. Instead, she made a vow to never let it actually happen. Fantasies were not incest. Her resolve crumbled the night they were forced to share a bed.
Stay tuned for part 2…
