For the past several months, Claire and Mark had been engaged in a relationship described as taboo, immoral and wicked by the rest of the world. For the two of them it was the exact opposite; it was something beautiful and natural that had originated from the grieving process after losing the most important man in their lives, the head of the family and household.
They weren’t affecting anyone, they were simply a mother and son living their life to the fullest, albeit behind closed doors. To ensure their secret remained private, they had strict rules that included not documenting their relationship via messaging, video or any other way.
In their hometown, there wasn’t a single person who could suspect anything abnormal was happening between them. Claire and Mark were cautious when going out, to the extent that they were somewhat cold with each other in public. Mark, having been a young teenager just a few years ago, had experience in the I’m annoyed by my mother role.
Claire was in her early forties and Mark in his late teens, and they had already been through the growing pains of a relationship. They had sat down more than a handful of times and seriously discussed their future to see if it was worth continuing with their incestual relationship. It was something that could be labeled many different things but simple wasn’t one of them.
A noticeable weakness in their relationship was the external factor of their family and friends asking them about their romantic interests. For Claire, those questions were easier to answer as a widowed mother but they still bothered her. As for Mark, he did his best to play the role of an introverted student focusing on school, but he would often get teased about never being seen with a girl.
Something Mark found comfort in was knowing that he got to enjoy the woman all his friends called a MILF. From the time he and his friends had taken up an interest in the opposite sex, he had heard everything imaginable about his mother and had caught them ogling her countless times. It was the price he had to pay for having a gorgeous mother and he happily paid it every day, including tax.
One major thing that held them together through it all was the commitment they had to satisfy each other’s needs, especially in the bedroom, where they made sparks fly. Claire, who obviously had more sexual experience, was able to expertly pleasure him in a plethora of ways while guiding him to become a better lover.
These days, after getting home from school, he didn’t lock himself in his room to play video games all afternoon like he did when he was younger. He looked forward to spending time with his mom, especially the Friday afternoons when she got home early from work and greeted him in a sexy outfit.
This Friday, he happily declined an invitation to hang out with his friends because his mother had told him during her morning blowjob that she wanted to try a new sex position she had read about in a women’s magazine article.
Anticipating her son’s arrival, Claire opened her underwear drawer and reached for the back where she had hidden a new black lace teddy that featured a plunging neckline, mesh side panels, an open crotch, and a thong-cut back that was sure to mesmerize her son.
When he got home, he threw his backpack on the couch and walked past the living room to find her waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs in her lingerie teddy with one hand on the wall and the other on her chin with a fingernail between her teeth.
Taking a second to admire how the lace and mesh hugged her curves, he said, “Love the new teddy, it’s so fucking sexy.”
She smiled and said, “Follow me; I’ve been waiting for you all day.”
He followed her swaying hips up the stairs, feeling his cock hardening immediately at the sight of the thin fabric wedging between her roundly curved cheeks.
“You’ve been killing your workouts. Your booty looks fuller and perkier every day,” he complimented her as they reached the top of the stairs.
“Well, you’re gonna help me squat today,” she teased.
Not sure what she meant, he walked behind her into their bedroom and spotted a towel on the floor.
“Take your clothes off and lie down on the towel with your legs under the bed,” she instructed in her motherly tone.
He nodded and proceeded to undress in front of his mother. It was something other sons would never do but he wasn’t like them, not even close. For him, there was no embarrassment or inhibition, just a thrill of sexual arousal running through his body.
He positioned himself on the floor, tucking three-fourths of his legs underneath the bed, with his cock standing proud in anticipation.
She walked over him and spread her legs about shoulder-width apart, placing her slightly outward-pointed feet on either side of his thighs.
“Ass to grass, mom,” he instructed, looking up at the defined crease between the bottom of her ass and the back of her thighs.
She drove her hips back, bending at the knees and lowering herself until her ass cheeks spread and revealed the narrow open crotch detail. The thin strings on either side of her vulva dug into her, making her glistening pink lips look puffier.
“Don’t tease me, mom,” he begged, with a drop of precum oozing out of his head and rolling down the side of his shaft.
She squatted lower until she felt her son’s engorged head poking her labia. She then placed her hands on the edge of the bed for support and descended on his length, stretching to accommodate his thickness until his entire shaft was enveloped by her hotness.
Fuck, I’ve never felt this full before, she thought, biting her lower lip.
With her cheeks resting on his thighs, she wiggled them and allowed his eager hands a moment to savor their thickness by squeezing and spreading them.
She pushed off her heels until only the tip of his cock was inside her, then lowered herself ever so slowly, lubricating his shaft on the way down.
Controlling the pace and depth of the stimulation, she got a few warm-up reps in by getting a feel for how far up she could go without having his cock slip out of her.
He groaned through his clenched teeth, powerlessly hypnotized by the sight of his cock repeatedly disappearing into his mother’s sheath.
Encouraged by her rippling cheeks, he said, “Bounce that ass on me, mom.”
Being the pleasing slut she was behind closed doors, she picked up the pace, violently bouncing and impaling her cervix on her son’s bulbous head. Every time her ass clapped on his thighs, a wave of pressure reached his prostate, building a deep, full-body orgasm.
“Mmm, you like that, baby?” she asked teasingly, already knowing the answer was a resounding yes.
“Fuck yes, don’t stop,” he urged, curling his toes and pushing his hips slightly upward.
His cock was like a double-edged sword, stinging her cervix but increasing her lubrication by stimulating her anterior fornix. The added wetness of her pussy filled the room with the sound of the squelching penetration.
He pulled his open right hand back like a slingshot and released it to smack his mother’s ass.
“Oh, baby,” she responded to the sting of his hand. “I can feel you in my fucking guts.”
Looking at the red imprint of his hand on her ass and hearing his otherwise prim-and-proper mother swear brought him closer to the edge, “You’re gonna make me cum,” he warned.
She grunted, feeling the burn of the intense workout on her hamstrings, quads, and glutes but unrelenting her form. She knew from reading the personal quotes in the women’s magazine article that she wouldn’t need to keep going for much longer, because men had a tough time lasting in this squat-fucking position.
The dull pain in her cervix gave way to a numb pleasure deep in her core that made her juices drool onto her son’s cock.
He brought his left hand up to his mouth, biting on the side of his index finger, trying to delay his orgasm but it was to no avail. His mother’s bouncing ass combined with her heat and wetness created a sensory overload that took him to unprecedented heights of sexual ecstasy.
He groaned, feeling his sex muscles contract like never before and force his cum through his expanding ducts while she kept bouncing. His body shuddered and his cock twitched involuntarily, spurting ropes of his fertile semen into the most immoral yet righteous vaginal depths in the world.
Savoring the warm splashing feeling inside her, her sexual core tightened, forming a milking grip around her son’s cock to squeeze every last drop of cum.
She lifted herself a few inches off his softening cock, pushing off the bed with her hands to help her trembling legs, and released a gushing stream of sex juices in what was her first-ever squirting orgasm.
He looked up at her convulsing pussy, fascinated by how it showered his naked torso with the nectar that only a body-shattering orgasm could produce.
The bedroom walls had echoed countless times with her cries of pleasure through the years, but this time they reflected a woman embracing the wickedness of fucking her own offspring.
Feeling the room closing around her as if she was about to pass out, she collapsed on the bed.
He took a moment to regain his strength and got up from the floor with the towel in hand. He quickly dried his torso and got in bed next to his mother.
Still feeling the aftershocks of her climax, she gingerly turned on her side and said, “The women in the magazine were right.”
“What do you mean?” he asked, looking at her with a puzzled face.
“That position is good for squirting,” she said with a smile.
He returned the smile and said, “Might just be my new favorite.”
“I know, it was my first time feeling something that intense,” she confessed, getting closer to him to rest her head on his chest.
After a couple of minutes of enjoying their post-orgasmic bliss, he wondered out loud, “What if we go to the beach, mom?”
“Sounds like a good idea… but it’d have to be a beach far away,” she said in her motherly tone.
“I can already see you in a red one-piece showing off that big booty,” he fantasized, feeling his cock engorging back to its virile hardness.
Claire and Mark were only several months into their incestual love story and there was no question that they wanted to continue writing it. The only question was how daring Claire’s swimsuit was going to be in their next chapter, which would take them to a beach where they could express their love freely without the fear and anxiety they experienced in their hometown.
