My mom orgasm sex story

As Margaret Jenkins, 35, was walking past her 18 -year – old son Chuck’s room one day, she heard a moan. The door was slightly ajar, so she peeked through the crack. The sight that struck Margaret’s eyes floored her.

Chuck was masturbating. Of course, this fact alone came as no surprise to Margaret. She knew that all boys and most girls masturbated. She just considered it a way to relieve sexual urges when the real thing wasn’t available. Hell, she even did it herself sometimes when she read her romance novels.

But what flabbergasted her was her son’s penis – it was immense. Margaret could see that it was at least 9 inches in length and thicker than her wrist. She stared as Chuck slowly stroked his massive cock. Margaret gaped at his huge red cock-head, like a small apple and glistening with pre-cum, and his white shaft, blue-veined like a mighty marble column. She saw her son’s hen’s egg size testicles.

My God!, Margaret thought, stunned. Look at the size of Chuck’s co … thing … Then she thought of her husband Mike’s penis – just 4 inches long and not much thicker than his finger – saying to herself (and not without pride): He must get it from my genes!

Margaret kept watching, fascinated, as Chuck continued to masturbate for what seemed to her an eternity. She couldn’t avoid contrasting her son’s amazing sexual control with his father’s pathetic lack of same. Mike was a good man who worked hard and really loved his wife, but he was also a premature ejaculator. He was only good for 10 or 12 desperate thrusts when he entered her – that is, when he made it that far at all.

Margaret heard nasty wet noises as Chuck picked up the pace of his strokes. Involuntarily, Margaret’s vagina began to tingle and moisten.

Chuck was breathing heavily now – and so was his mother. He pistoned his cock frantically. Then, it happened. With a deep groan, Chuck began to ejaculate.

Thick white ropes of sperm began erupting from the engorged head of his penis, spraying a good 5 feet into the air, then splashing down onto his stomach and chest. Margaret simply couldn’t believe her eyes as she watched her son’s incredible penis jetting bolt after bolt of semen, so many times she lost count. Chuck pointed his cock toward the door and sent a long, nasty string of cum splatting against it. Margaret flinched.

Chuck was spraying clear drops of semen now, like a garden hose – the dregs of his epic ejaculation. Then, with a few final strokes, it was over at last. Chuck lay there panting in exhausted satisfaction, his body and bed streaked and splattered with his cum.

Margaret smelled the pungent odor of her son’s rich, potent sperm heavy in the air. And it excited her more than anything she had ever experienced. Her silky little panties were sopping wet with her vaginal juices. Margaret knew what she must do if she was to have any peace tonight…

Margaret tiptoed to her room and closed the door quietly. She quickly took off her clothes and got onto the bed. Margaret began to rub and tug on her big, swollen clitoris. She stretched her huge, puffy pink nipples obscenely with her other hand. Margaret put first 2 fingers, then all of them into her sopping vagina. She finger-fucked herself furiously, reaming her lovely pink hole. This was not enough, so she began fisting her pussy. In spite of herself, she imagined her hand was her son’s penis ramming deep inside her.

Margaret knew it was terribly wrong to have these fantasies about her own son, but she just couldn’t help herself. She listened to the nasty wet squishy sounds her vagina was making and it spurred her on. Margaret bucked her crotch off the bed as she imagined her son taking her. “Ohhhh, Chuck…” she moaned. She rubbed her G-spot like a crazy woman until she could take no more.

Margaret began to cum like never before. She had to bite down on her free hand to keep from screaming in ecstasy. Wave after orgasmic wave wracked her nude, sweaty body. Her soft, slightly rounded belly and saucy butt clenched and quivered. The sensations were so intense; Margaret lost control and let out a long, loud fart. Even though she was alone, her face turned beet-red with embarrassment.

Gradually, the orgasms began to taper off and then ceased altogether. Her tight butt relaxed and flopped back onto the mattress. Margaret carefully extracted her hand from her sated vagina, which made an obscene sucking noise that almost sounded mournful at being f****d to relinquish it. Her hand was coated with her thick vaginal juices. She brought it to her nose, inhaled deeply, then sucked it all off.

As she lay there catching her breath, the guilt began to set in: Ohhh, how could I stoop so low as to fantasize about my own son, she thought, horrified. God forgive me!

Then Margaret began to rationalize: ‘Now, if I hadn’t been passing Chuck’s door at that very moment, the thought would never have entered my mind,’ she told herself. ‘It was just the enormous size of Chuck’s penis that threw me, that’s all. After all, I’m only human! Any lady would have reacted in exactly the same way – why, of course they would!! And besides, I’ll certainly never have that awful fantasy again!’ she vowed solemnly.

This made Margaret feel a little better about herself. She got up on shaky legs, put her clothes back on and went downstairs to cook dinner…

As the days turned into weeks, Margaret found it increasingly difficult to keep her vow never to fantasize about her son again. Whenever Chuck was in the room, she caught herself glancing involuntarily at his crotch. Her eyes simply had a will of their own. When her hubby Mike mounted her and put his little penis in, unwanted images of Chuck’s huge cock flashed through her brain like lightning. And when, after his customary couple of thrusts Mike oozed his few pathetic drops of semen into her, Margaret’s womb ached for her son’s massive flood of rich, forbidden sperm…

Now, Margaret Jenkins was truly a good woman with the highest moral character, so naturally these taboo feelings profoundly disturbed her. Her entire life, she had always tried to do what was right. Before she accidentally saw Chuck masturbating, the outrageous idea of being sexually attracted to her own son had never once occurred to her. But now, no matter how hard she tried, she simply could not get her son’s huge penis out of her mind.

“I am a lady – not some … some filthy incestuous slut who lusts after her own c***d!!” Margaret blurted out when she was alone one day, tears of rage and shame running down her blushing cheeks as the wicked thoughts tormented her yet again. “And I will overcome this!” She pounded her little fist on the kitchen table. “I WILL!!”

Then one evening Chuck walked into the living room in his jockey shorts, holding a flannel shirt. He had a massive erection. Margaret immediately felt her throat tighten and her heart begin to pound.

“Mom, have you seen my black jeans?” he said. He was oblivious to the effect he was having on his mother.

“Oh, I, uh, d-don’t know…” Margaret stammered.

She struggled desperately to keep her eyes off her son’s crotch – and failed. Chuck noticed his mother’s unusual lack of composure and was puzzled. Then he saw that she was glancing furtively at the bulge in his underwear. Their eyes met. Margaret saw her son’s probing gaze and turned beet-red, looking away quickly.

It was unmistakable: Jeez, Mom is turned on! Shit!! Chuck was stunned. He didn’t know what to do, so he just stood there, saying nothing. Margaret saw from the corner of her eye that her son’s big penis was throbbing with every heartbeat. A rapidly-expanding spot of pre cum soaked the cotton of his underwear at the tip of the great bulge.

“I, um, I don-don’t know wh-where your jeans are,” she stuttered again.

Chuck kept standing there silently, his eyes boring into his mother. Margaret squirmed in her seat, avoiding her son’s burning stare.

Then Chuck began to take off his underwear.

“Chuck! W-what are you doing?” Margaret said in a panic. “Stop it th-this instant!”

Chuck paid her no mind and stepped out of his shorts. Margaret stared wild-eyed at her son’s giant penis. A thick string of pre cum drooled slowly, evilly, from the engorged head, swinging to the floor.

“Chuck!” she croaked out. “Put your un-underwear back on … ri-right now!”

“I know you want it, Mom,” Chuck said in a husky voice choked with sudden, unexpected lust. “I can see it written all over your face…”

“How DARE you!” Margaret said in an feeble attempt at indignation. “This is your M-MOTHER you’re talking to, mister!”

“I know exactly who I’m talking to,” he replied. “I’m talking to a bitch in heat!”

“YOU DIRTY LITTLE BASTARD!!” Margaret jumped up and slapped his face.

With a growl, Chuck grabbed his mother and kissed her hard. Margaret struggled in terror as she felt her son’s penis dig into her belly. Chuck held his petite 5’2” Mom with ease.

At first, Margaret kept her lips pressed tightly together, but slowly Chuck’s insistence began to overwhelm her. Her stuggling became weaker. Finally, it ceased altogether. Margaret whimpered helplessly into her son’s mouth as she began to return his kiss – tentatively at first, then with equal passion. Chuck rubbed and squeezed his mother’s soft, shapely butt as he offered her his long tongue. Margaret opened her trembling lips to accept it and began to suck it hard.

After a few minutes of this, he released her. “Take off your clothes. I want to see you nude”.

Margaret started to protest, but Chuck shut her up with a barked command: “Do it! NOW!”

Margaret flinched. She was shocked by her son’s suddenly masterful attitude. All his life, she had been the one giving him the orders, but now he was turning the tables on her. Margaret’s knees went weak. Son or no son, Margaret suddenly felt an overwhelming, primeval feminine need to submit to this dominant man standing triumphantly before her.

And, in a dark corner deep down inside, she loved it.

With trembling fingers, she unbuttoned her blouse and eased it off her slim shoulders. Then she slowly pushed her skirt down her curvy hips and let it drop to the floor. Margaret just stood there in her sheer, lacy white underwear, hoping it would satisfy him. That hope was quickly dashed, however.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Take ‘em off!”

Margaret started to whine. “Oh, n-no, baby – please! I’m your MOM!”

“I said GET ‘EM OFF!”

With sobs of humiliation, Margaret reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She reluctantly let it drop, but covered her breasts with her hands.

“Move those hands!” Chuck ordered.

Shakily, Margaret obeyed.

“Oh, Godddd – Mom, your titties are fantastic!” Chuck said in awe.

Margaret blushed again.

“Ok – now your panties,” he said with excitement.

“Ohhhh, honey, you’ve seen my ti – breasts. That’s enough, huh? Please!”

“Take those fucking panties off NOW,” Chuck commanded.

With tears of shame and lust streaming down her face, Margaret slowly obeyed her son. Her filmy little panties slid down her soft thighs and floated to the floor…

At last, Margaret stood nude and quivering before her son. His eyes feasted on his mother’s naked femininity. Every gorgeous curve fascinated him: her magnificent titties with their glorious puffy nipples, her broad, curvy hips and lovely thighs. Above all, he was transfixed by her neatly-trimmed triangle of luxuriant, chestnut-brown pubic hair. His huge penis was jumping with every pulse.

“Oh, shit, Mom – you’re so sexy and adorable … I’ve just got to screw you!”

“Oh, baby, no! Please!” Margaret begged. “We can’t have sex – we just can’t! I’m your MOTHERRRR!”

“I don’t give a damn about that!” Chuck roared. “Look at this cock!” Margaret couldn’t have torn her eyes off her son’s pole of flesh if her life depended on it. “You’re responsible! And don’t try to lie and say you don’t want to me to screw you. How can you explain away that pussy juice running down your thigh, huh?”.

Margaret noticed it for the first time. “Ohhh, shitt… !” she exclaimed, disgusted with her body’s betrayal.

Chuck sat down on the couch and spread his legs. “Come on, Mom – give me a blowjob. You know you want to.”

Margaret looked at her son’s magnificent cock, oozing copious amounts of pre cum. All her moral principles screamed ‘NO!’, but her tormented body had a will of its own. She hesitantly walked to her son, then slowly sank to her knees between his legs. His great penis was just inches from her face now. Margaret inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with his pheromone-rich musk. She extended her little pink nailed fingers and tremblingly circled her son’s massive penis. The taboo touch thrilled them both. Her tiny fingers couldn’t completely circle Chuck’s cock. Margaret slowly began to stroke him in awe. Chuck couldn’t believe his mother actually was jacking him off. With her other hand, Margaret lifted and tenderly squeezed her son’s big testicles.

“You’re SOOO HUGE, baby…” Margaret whispered reverently.

“Suck me, Mom – please!”

Margaret looked at her son with tears of shame rolling down her cheeks and said with resignation, “God forgive me, but I’ve needed this soooo badly ever since I saw you masturbating a few weeks ago…”

This surprised Chuck, but he had no time to think about it, because his mom took his penis into her ravenous mouth. His muscles tensed as he saw and felt his mother’s pretty little mouth on his cock. Margaret sucked the huge, engorged cock-head first, stretching her lips on the shiny red knob. Chuck’s brain took in the unbelievable sight. Then his mother took in more of the massive white shaft, rubbing the big head against the roof of her mouth, then bulging her cheek out with it. She loved the taste of his pre cum. Margaret pressed her son’s great cock-head against the back of her throat and pushed her face forward, taking him into her throat. Chuck watched in amazement as his penis disappeared into his Mom’s esophagus. No girl had ever been able to do it before. He was in ecstasy as his penis began to fuck his own mother’s throat.

“It feels soooo good…” Chuck panted. After a few long moments of this heavenly sensation, Margaret eased his cock out of her throat and resumed her expert sucking.

For Margaret, the fellatio was almost an act of worship. She had fought her wicked needs for as long as she possibly could, and now that she had finally submitted to them and to her son, she poured all her pent-up lust into her sucking: turning her head slowly from side to side, moaning on the massive red cock-head.

At length, Chuck could take no more. “Oh, God! I’m gonna cum! Uhhhh! I’m gonna spray, Mom! UHHHHH!!”

Margaret quickly took her son’s cock out of her mouth and started to pump him frantically, with her mouth wide open. With a roar, Chuck began to ejaculate. Sperm sprayed in thick white cables high into the air and splashed down on his mother’s upturned face and hair. Margaret aimed his penis into her hungry mouth. Semen splattered against the back of her throat, quickly turning the entire inside of her mouth snow-white. She swallowed her son’s precious incest seed, loving the salty taste and the feel of the warm cock-cream sliding down her throat and into her belly.

Chuck watched his Mom greedily suck down his jism, blowing cum-bubbles, her lips, nose and chin completely coated with it. Sperm ran down her neck and splashed onto her titties and shoulders. At last, he stopped ejaculating. Margaret shamelessly cleaned her son’s penis with her mouth, noisily sucking down every drop…

When they caught their breath, Chuck said, “That was incredible! You’re a fantastic cocksucker, Mom – the best!”

“Thank you, darling. I’m so glad you enjoyed it as much as I did…” Margaret replied with a cough, her voice thick with her own son’s semen.

Then she noticed her son’s lipstick-smeared penis was still as hard as a steel rod.

“My God!” Margaret gasped in amazement. “After producing all that sperm, you’ve still got a hard-on! I can’t believe it!”

“You’d better believe it!” Chuck said with a wicked grin. “Lie on the couch!”

Margaret did as she was told. Chuck grasped his mother’s slim ankles in his iron grip and spread her creamy white thighs as far as possible, lifting her knees to her breasts.

“Hold them,” he ordered.

Now, Margaret was spread totally nude before her son. She felt so weak and utterly helpless before him – the way her husband could never even hope to make her feel. Her vagina was totally exposed to his gaze for the first time. Thick pussy juice oozed from the gorgeous pink lips, soaking her big puckered asshole. It was the most fantastic sight ever. Chuck quickly got on his knees between her widespread thighs and started rubbing the underside of his beast between her sopping pussy lips, coating it with his Mom’s vaginal fluids. Margaret moaned in ecstasy as the tremendous shaft slithered along her wet gash like an anaconda, her hugely swollen clitoris exposed and throbbing with the sweet friction.

Then, Chuck put the b***d-engorged head of his penis against his mother’s tiny hole. This snapped Margaret back to reality, re-awakening the fear. This was the real thing.

“WAIT, JACK! PLEASE!!”

“What?”

“Ohhhh, my baby … do you really understand the magnitude of what we are about to do??”

“Yes. I’m about to fuck you.”

“But, sweetheart, don’t you understand? Think! I’m your MOM!! This is INCEST!! If we go through with this, things will never – CAN never – be the same between us again!”

“I know, Mom,” Chuck said seriously. “But right now, at this moment, I just don’t give a shit. All I care about is the fact that the sexiest, most adorable little lady that ever lived is spread nude and panting before me. And I need to get inside her soooo badly…”

“Ohhhhh, my darling baby … this is SOOOO WRONG!!” Margaret wept.

“Yes, Mom, I know it is. But that’s what makes it so nasty, wicked and hot. And that’s why you want it so much, isn’t it?”

Margaret was at war with herself as Chuck’s penis rubbed her pussy.

“Isn’t it?”

“I’m soooo weak…”

“Say yes, sweetheart”

“OOOOOOO!!”

“Be my little lady…”

“GOD HELP MEEEEE!!”

“Surrender to me, Mommy…”

The wonderful friction of her son’s awesome shaft against her poor vagina coupled with weeks of mental torment had weakened Margaret to the point that she could no longer fight her evil need.

And so the last wall of Margaret Jenkins’ defenses crumbled and with a little-girl whimper she said, “YES!! OHHHHHH, YESSSSSSS!! DOOO ITT!! TAKE ME!! MY LOVER – MY SON!!”

With that, Chuck ever so slowly eased his penis into his mother’s most secret place – the one place in the world forbidden to all sons. Chuck’s huge cock parted the slick, rubbery walls of Margaret’s quivering vagina inch by heavenly inch. She was a perfect fit. The massive cock-head pressed against her cervix, paused for a moment, then pushed on past the tight portal and into the Holy of Holies – his own mother’s womb. Margaret whimpered helplessly as her son’s penis filled and stretched her womb to the absolute limit.

At last, he bottomed out – his big balls pressed snugly to her sweet asshole. Chuck loved the feeling of his mother’s tight, incredibly hot sex organ. The oh-so tender flesh of her vagina felt like silk on his throbbing penis. He didn’t thrust yet, giving her time to get used to him. They gazed into each other’s eyes searchingly for a long moment, saying nothing. Then Margaret broke the silence with a torrent of verbal filth.

“I just can’t believe my son has got his penis thrust all the way into my womb!! OOOOO!! It feels soooo good!! Screw me, my son!! Take me!! Impale me on your massive stake!! FUCKKK YOUR MOMMY!!.”

With a roar, Chuck began to fuck his mother savagely. Margaret whined like a little girl as he pounded her pussy, without mercy. These feminine mewlings spurred him on. She listened to the wet sucking noises emanating from her sopping vagina. Margaret grimaced at this nasty sound and rubbed her son’s muscular chest with her well-manicured fingers as he rode her like a lady should always be ridden.

She couldn’t believe the filth spewing from her mouth now. It was almost like listening to the voice of a stranger as nearly 20 years of sexual frustration came bursting forth: “Yesss! That’s it! Take me! Screw me! FUCK ME HARD!,” she shouted. “I am yours – body and soul! You OWN me, my son! My vagina, my womb, my titties, mouth and butt belong to you and nobody else! I now know that I was born to be your WHORE!! I need to have your babies – YOUR INCEST BABIES!! BREED ME!! FUCKKK MOMMY!! KNOCK YOUR MOTHER – WHORE UP!! KEEP ME PREGNANT WITH OUR KIDS!! I NEED TO GIVE BIRTH TO MY OWN GRANDCHILDREN!! WE’LL MAKE THAT PATHETIC PREMATURE EJACULATOR WITH THE 4-INCH NOODLE I CALL MY HUSBAND WORK HIMSELF TO DEATH TO SUPPORT THEM!! I’M YOUR LADY NOW, NOT THAT INFERIOR LITTLE MAN’S!!”

This was simply too much. With a roar and one last thrust all the way into her womb, Chuck’s penis exploded inside his mother. Margaret screamed as she felt her son’s scalding, incestuous sperm being sprayed into the deepest depths of her brutalized uterus – saturating her very womanhood to overflowing. Their mingled orgasmic juices burst out around the base of his cock, drenching his balls and her pretty asshole. Chuck’s penis kept bucking his potent, baby-making seed into his one and only mother, making her his forever. He bent down and took a swollen nipple into his mouth, stretching it as he watched her swoon. Margaret arched her spine and threw her head back in open-mouthed ecstasy. Finally, Chuck collapsed with exhaustion on top of Margaret’s nude, sweaty body, his penis still buried in his mother’s womb to the hilt…

Part 2
Margaret Jenkins stood wearily at her kitchen counter making coffee, hair tousled, her eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep. She stared blankly out the window as the strong brew began to percolate. The sky was ominously dark. Storm clouds were gathering. Whatever the intensity of the gale, it could never match the tempest in Margaret’s soul this day, for it was the morning after the unthinkable – sex with her own son.

Margaret’s mind was a whirlwind of words and images from the night before. She remembered every shattering detail with crystal clarity: her quivering with a combination of shame and unholy desire as she stood nude before her dominant son; sinking to her knees, taking him into her mouth; spreading her soft thighs wide; whimpering and rubbing his chest with her little hands as he took her sacred womb with that massive penis…

Ohhh God, I MUST be crazy! A mother who fu … who does THAT with her own c***d has GOT to be insane, she thought in torment, tears rolling down her blushing cheeks.

Margaret was so lost in thought that she didn’t hear Chuck enter the kitchen. He paused and looked his mom over with that special appreciation of a new lover. He saw her pretty silk robe molding to her voluptuous curves: her broad, womanly hips and saucy butt, so suggestive of fecundity; the swell of those marvelous puffy-nippled breasts straining against the thin fabric; the cute little pink satin flats with the tiny bows that he had secretly thought were so sexy. His penis began to tingle as the sight of her caused the X-rated film of their incestuous coupling to run in his head. Memories of the night before were no less vivid for Chuck than for his mother, with the exception that his guilt, while not quite non-existent, was far less intense.

With a mischievous grin, Chuck crept up on his oblivious mom. Margaret cried out in shock as Chuck circled her in his strong arms from behind, squeezing her breasts gently.

“Mornin’, Mom – or should I say ‘darling’?” he said with a chuckle, kissing her neck.

“Chuck!! No!! Let me go!! LET ME GO!!” Margaret squealed in panic, struggling wildly to break free.

Chuck released her, putting his hands up defensively. “Ok, ok! Damn! I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to say ‘good morning’ properly after such an incredible night, that’s all.”

Margaret pressed her hand to her ample bosom, her heart fluttering like a hummingbird’s wings. Her eyes were huge at her son’s sudden presence. “Don’t s-sneak up on me like that!!”

“Sorry!” Chuck replied, smiling again as he reached out to cup her cheek. Margaret jerked her head away.

This was certainly a turnaround in his mother’s attitude compared to the night before. Chuck was confused.

“Uh – what’s up, Mom? Why so cold all of a sudden?” he asked quizzically.

“J-Chuck, we’ve g-got to talk…” Margaret stammered nervously, running her shaky fingers through her hair. “Sit down.”

Chuck arched an eyebrow as he did so.

The coffee was ready. Margaret poured two mugs with difficulty and brought them slowly to the table, placing one in front of her son. She seated herself and they both drank, saying nothing for a long moment. Chuck looked calmly at his mother, waiting. Margaret carefully avoided his gaze.

Finally gathering up the courage to begin, Margaret rolled her eyes toward the ceiling and said: “Ab-about last night…”

“Ohhhh yeahhh!” Chuck interrupted enthusiastically with a huge grin. “God, it was INCREDIBLE! Ya know, I never DREAMED such a thing could ever happen – that one day I would actually fuck -”

“JACK!! Don’t you say that filthy WORD to me!!” Margaret shouted. Chuck clammed up rather sheepishly.

Margaret shut her eyes tightly and shook her head. “Christ, what a mess – a nightmare, that’s what it is. I keep praying to wake up, but I know I never will…”

Tears began to roll again.

Chuck was moved by his mother’s anguish. He wanted to say something to ease her mind.

“Mom,” he said with a serious tone, “I think I know why you’re so upset.”

Margaret looked at him. “You do?”

“Yeah. You’re all torn up because you’re worried that our having sex has twisted me – turned me into a pervert. Am I right?”

“Y-Yes…” Margaret whispered, lowering her head in shame.

Chuck took her hand and smiled reassuringly. “Well, don’t worry about that! I’m still the same person I was before last night. Hell, even better! How could I not be – after making love to such an adorable little lady?” He brought his mother’s hand to his lips and kissed it, giving her his best seductive look.

Margaret quickly pulled her hand back. “Stop it, you fool!!” she snapped. “You just don’t get it, do you? What we did last night was wrong, dead wrong, an absolutely TERRIBLE sin – and more than that, a serious crime! If anyone ever found out about it, I’d be sent to PRISON, my reputation ruined and our family destroyed forever!”

“Well, it’s not as if I’m gonna hand out leaflets…” Chuck said flippantly.

“Shut up, you damned idiot!” Margaret spat furiously. “What about your poor father, huh? We betrayed him in the worst possible way – right in there, on that couch that he worked hard to pay for!” she said, jabbing a finger toward the living room. “Have you NO sense of shame? None at all?”

This struck a nerve. “Look, I wasn’t really thinking too much about DAD when we were getting it on. Who the hell would in a situation like that?” Chuck said, becoming a little angry. “Anyway, YOU were the one who started blurting out all that ‘I’m you’re lady now, not that inferior little mans’ shit!”

“Ohhhh my GODDD!! Don’t remind meee!!” Margaret cried out, covering her ears.

The recollection of his mother’s outrageous words of passion caused Chuck’s big cock to stir. “Did you mean all that stuff you said, Mom?” he asked in a deeper voice.

Margaret looked squarely at her son for a moment before answering honestly. “Y-yes – I did. That’s what TERRIFIES me! I-I just got caught up in it all!” she exclaimed, wringing her hands. “Ohhh, how COULD I betray Mike like that? He loves us both and works so hard! It’s not his fault he can’t satisfy me. It would k**l him if he ever found out, just K**L him!”

“He won’t ever find out, Mom. Why should he? There’s absolutely no reason we can’t continue to -”

“HOLD IT!!” Margaret barked. “We aren’t going to ‘continue’ anything – understand?”

“Well, why the hell not?” Chuck replied, his b***d pressure rising. “You just now said that Dad can’t get the job done in the sack. We both know damn well that I CAN, so why NOT continue?”

“No! No way! Your poor father is sexually inadequate – yes, it’s true – but I’ve endured that for nearly 20 years. I’ll just have to resign myself to it, that’s all. I betrayed my husband in a moment of madness, and the guilt is HORRIBLE! I will never do it again – NEVER!” Margaret said vehemently.

“What about me, Mom?” Chuck said, the pain etched on his face. “Making love to you was the greatest thing I’ve ever experienced – just mind-blowing. It was far more than just a good screw for me because I KNOW that we connected in a unique way. We really became ONE when I was inside you, Mom – our souls as well as our bodies. Can you deny it?”

“Oh, honey, don’t make this more difficult than it already is. Please…” Margaret whined, her spine tingling at her son’s words.

“Come on – admit it…”

“Al-alright – yes. Yes, we did become one. God, it’s true…” Margaret said in a little girl whisper.

“Yes! Now, you KNOW that we are meant to be together, Mom – to feel that ecstasy again. It will k**l us both if we don’t…” Chuck said, slowly leaning forward to kiss his mother. Their lips touched. Margaret closed her eyes as she tentatively returned her son’s kiss, moaning weakly into his mouth. Chuck reached out and gently cupped her soft titty, feeling her nipple against his palm.

Margaret’s eyes snapped open. She shoved Chuck’s hand away and leaped out of her chair.

“NO!!” Margaret cried out. “We are NOT going to do that again! It ends now, you hear me? NOW!!” She turned and fled, sobbing.

Chuck got to his feet. “Oh yeah? You really think so, huh?” he shouted after his mother. “We’ll see about that! Bitch!!” He kicked over his chair in frustrated rage.

The following weeks were a living hell for them both. Margaret struggled to maintain the appearance of normalcy for the benefit of her husband and family, but the strain on her was tremendous. Chuck kept trying to kiss and fondle his mother whenever he got the chance. As a result, Margaret desperately tried to avoid being alone with her son, even for a moment.

Then there were the awful dreams. They were the same every night: She lying on that damn couch, nude and sweaty, panting like a bitch in heat as Chuck leers and slides his huge penis deep inside her, touching places no man ever had; her moaning and saying all those horrible lustful things to her own son. Then, just when Chuck begins spewing his seed into her as her own orgasm hits, she glances out of the corner of her eye and is astonished to see Mike and her family standing there, sneers of loathing on their faces. Margaret opens her mouth to beg them for forgiveness, but in the throes of her shattering climax, all she can do is make vulgar grunting noises to the rhythm of her son’s frantic thrusts. Mike, her parents and all the others slowly point their fingers at her accusingly and shout in unison: “WHORE!!”

At that point, Margaret always awoke with a start, her heart pounding.

“Wha-? What is it, hon? What’s the matter?” Mike asked sleepily one night.

“N-Nothing! Just another b-bad dream, that’s all. Go back to sleep…” she replied miserably.

“You’ve been having a lot of those lately. Want to tell me about them? That’s what I’m here for, baby”, he said lovingly, rubbing her back.

“Uh – no thanks,” Margaret said. “It’s nothing – just a phase I’m going through, I guess. It’ll work it’s way out of my system soon…” she said without conviction.

“Well, ok, sugar. Whatever you think is best. I’m here if you need me,” Mike said, kissing her tenderly.

Margaret settled back down, her husband’s kind concern making her feel like even more of a shit. She would sleep no more that night…

And so it went. Then one evening Mike came home from work with an announcement: “The boss told me I’ve got to go to Zimbabwe to close down our branch there,” he said wearily. “Zimbabwe, for Christ’s sake…”

Margaret’s b***d turned to ice. “What! Let him send somebody else!”

“No dice, baby. I’m the only guy available with the necessary experience and seniority to handle the job. Unfortunately, all the others who could do it are already busy with other assignments, so I drew the short straw. Shit!”

“Well, how long is this going to take? Two or three days?” she asked hopefully.

Mike laughed. “Don’t I wish! No. This is going to take at least a month – maybe more…”

Margaret was aghast. The idea of trying to fend off Chuck’s advances for even a few days was scary enough, but for a whole MONTH!

“T-Take me with you!” she pleaded desperately.

“Out of the question!” Mike replied firmly. “Zimbabwe is no place for whites – especially white women. Haven’t you heard about Mugabe killing all those farmers? I would never set foot in that shithole myself if Goldstein wasn’t ordering me to go. Damn him…”

Omigod! Margaret thought in a panic, seeing no way out.

“When do you h-have to leave?”

“In the morning.”

“WHAT!”

“Yeah, I know, I know. Let’s not talk about it any more tonight! I want to savor one last evening of peace before a month of constant pains in the ass! What’s for dinner?”

During dinner and afterward, Mike was talking with a f****d joviality, attempting to raise his spirits and Margaret’s, but it only made things worse. Chuck, on the other hand, seemed to be in a fine mood. All smiles, in fact. Laughing at his father’s little jokes and tired stories.

Surprise, surprise … Margaret thought with a grim sarcasm.

As his father bantered on throughout the evening, Chuck kept glancing knowingly at his mother. Margaret nervously avoided his gaze. Finally, at about 10:30, Mike yawned and stretched.

“Well, I guess I better hit the ol’ hay! Gotta get up early. Coming up with me, hon?” he asked Margaret, a familiar glint in his eye.

“Uh-yeah, sure…” She got up, sighing inwardly.

“Cut the lights off when you go to bed, Chuck. Goodnight, partner,” Mike said.

“Yeah, I will. Night!” Chuck replied.

Mike took his wife’s hand affectionately as he led her upstairs. Margaret could feel Chuck’s eyes on her.

As soon as they got in bed, Mike started fumbling with her breasts and wetly kissing her ear – which she particularly hated.

“Daddy’s got a going-away present for his li’l girl – oh yes, he does! Heh heh!” Mike simpered.

Margaret rolled her eyes in the dark as he made his move. Without any foreplay worthy of the name, he got between her legs. Margaret winced as Mike pressed his four-inch penis into her dry vagina. He immediately began thrusting frantically, panting like a steam engine with urgency, his undersized testicles flapping loosely against her buttocks. Margaret just lay there passively, waiting for it to end.

It wasn’t a long wait. Within a minute, Mike began whining like a woman: “Ohhhh! Yeah! I’m gonna cum! Gonna shoot it! OOOO!”. A few drops of semen oozed from the tip of his cock, barely moistening Margaret’s pussy. She was glad of the darkness. It hid the look on her face.

Mike kissed her sloppily but lovingly as he rolled off of her, exhausted. He was asleep almost at once, snoring as usual. Margaret lay next to him looking up at the darkened ceiling…

Margaret closed the front door, put her purse on the coffee table and sat down heavily. She had just got back from driving Mike to the airport and seeing him off. “Well, baby, gotta go!” he said when the boarding announcement for his flight came over the loudspeaker. “Now, don’t forget to make sure the doors and windows are locked at night before you go to bed. Ah, hell – listen to me cluckin’ like a mother hen! I’m sure everything will be fine!” Margaret smiled weakly. He leaned down to give her a kiss. Mike picked up his bag, waved and walked out to board the plane.

Margaret had taken her time driving home, needing to think. She also wanted to make sure that Chuck would have left for his job before she got there. Knowing that she would be alone with her son for at least a month filled her with dread. Margaret wracked her brain searching for ways to fend him off, but she knew that since Mike wouldn’t be there to help curtail Chuck’s advances by his mere presence, it would be extremely difficult. Finally, she gave up trying to devise clever avoidance tactics and just resolved to remain steadfast in her refusal to give in to him.

Her nervousness increased as the day wore on. She turned on the tube and tried to watch a soap opera, but she was too keyed up for that. Then she did housework to try to keep her mind occupied. She vacuumed all the carpets, mopped the kitchen floor like a sailor swabbing the deck and dusted up a storm. As she paused to wipe the sweat from her brow, she glanced up at the clock: 4:07 P.M.

Chuck will be home soon. God…

She was in the middle of making dinner when she heard the heavy sound of a man’s feet on her front steps. Her heart began to pound as the knob turned and the door opened slowly inward. There he was. A chill ran down Margaret’s spine at the sight of her son. He stood there for a moment in the doorway looking at her, then closed the door behind him. He walked slowly through the living room with the deadly grace of a hunting leopard, a slight smile on his lips. Margaret tensely returned to stirring her sauce. Chuck came close to his mother, peering over her shoulder.

“MMM! Smells delicious!” he said in his deep, sensuous voice.

“It’s just s-spaghetti bolognese and garlic bread. N-nothing special…” Margaret stuttered, his closeness unsettling her.

“One of my favorites…”

“It’ll be done in a f-few minutes.”

“Well then, I guess I’d better go wash up a little before I – dig in to your goodies…”

Margaret looked sideways without turning her head. Chuck hummed a tune as he sauntered out of the kitchen and went upstairs to freshen up.

Dinner was eaten mostly in silence. Margaret’s nerves took away her appetite, so she just picked at her food. Chuck ate with his usual gusto.

“Why aren’t you eating, Mom?” he asked as he helped himself to second plateful.

“Oh, I – I’m just not hungry, I guess…”

“Well, that’s a shame. You really outdid yourself this time!” he said, taking a drink of his red wine.

“Thank you.”

After dinner, they went into the living room to watch TV. Chuck sat down on the couch – in the same spot where she’d given him the blowjob. He looked up at his mother innocently. Blushing, Margaret sat in the chair. She picked up the clicker, turned on the set and went through the channels, finally settling on a nature program about rhinos. At about the midway point in the show, there was a scene with the dominant bull rhino following one of his cows around, sniffing her hindquarters. The camera then focused on his massive erection: a good three feet long and as thick as a man’s arm. Margaret’s throat tightened. The aroused bull rhino suddenly mounted his cow, sliding that tremendous organ into her. She gave a sort of whinny as he started to “take care of business”. Margaret couldn’t stand THIS. She quickly changed the channel to a sitcom, not looking at Chuck. He raised an amused eyebrow, but said nothing.

After a few hours of boob tube viewing interspersed with Margaret’s monosyllabic responses to Chuck’s attempts to engage her in conversation, Margaret spoke.

“I’m tired now. It’s been a long day, so I’ll say g-goodnight…” She got up, f****d a smile and headed for the stairs.

“Night Night! Sleep well…” Chuck said, watching the sway of his mother’s shapely buttocks through narrowed eyes as she ascended the steps. Then he went back to watching the movie.

Margaret took her bra off, and then slipped the sheer nightie on. Well, at least I made it through the first evening alone with him, she thought. Thank God he didn’t try anything … She got in bed, pulled the covers over her, sighed with relief and reached over to turn out the lamp.

Margaret awoke with a cry of alarm, sitting bolt upright in bed. She was covered with a sheen of sweat. It was that filthy dream again. “Oh, damn it to HELL!” she swore in breathless frustration. She looked over at the clock radio: 1:26 A.M.

Margaret swung her legs off the bed and turned on the light. She put on her pink satin slippers and headed for the bathroom. As she was at the sink splashing water on her face, Margaret paused and looked in the mirror.

Now, THAT is one tired gal … she said to herself, shaking her head wearily. She turned off the faucet, dried her face with the towel and went back to her bedroom.

Margaret lay back down and was reaching to turn out the lamp when the door opened. Chuck. And he was clad only in a pair of close-fitting silk jockey shorts.

“Chuck! W-What do you want?” Margaret exclaimed, gripping the covers tightly.

“I heard you cry out. What’s wrong?” he said, striding forward.

“Nothing – nothing at all! I just had a b-bad dream. I’m fine now,” she stammered apprehensively. “G-Go back to bed, Chuck. Goodnight!”

“Poor thing!” Chuck said solicitously, ignoring her. He sat down on the bed. “You’ve had an lot of those dreams lately, haven’t you? I’ve heard you cry out several times, but I didn’t come to check on you because I knew Dad was here to – comfort you…” He stroked her arm.

Margaret pulled her arm away. “They-they’re just silly dreams, that’s all. Don’t make a big deal out of it! I told you I was fine, now go back to your room!”

“It helps to talk about these things. Ya know – get them off your chest…” Chuck’s eyes were on his mother’s breasts. The sheer fabric of the nightie clung to her sweaty flesh, concealing nothing. Margaret’s huge, puffy pink nipples caused his penis to awaken with astonishing speed.

Margaret saw her son leering and pulled the blanket over her. “I don-don’t want to talk about it – especially now! If I change my mind, you’ll be the first to know! Now let me get some rest!”

“I bet I know why you can’t sleep,” Chuck smiled down at her, his eyes slits. “You keep dreaming about you and me on that couch, don’t you, Mom?”

“G-Get the hell out of here, Chuck!!” Margaret shouted, her heart hammering in her chest. “R-RIGHT NOW!!”

“I KNEW it! Ha!” Chuck exclaimed at her reaction. “What you need is a little ‘hair of the dog’…” He stood up and whipped off his underwear in a flash.

Margaret’s eyes bulged at the sight of her son’s massive penis, slashing the air like a deadly broadsword of flesh.

“OMIGOD!!” Margaret scrambled to flee in panic, but Chuck caught her easily and held her in his powerful arms.

“Let me make those dreams go away, sweetheart…” he breathed, and then kissed her hard.

Margaret desperately pounded Chuck’s broad shoulders and back with her little fists, but to no avail. He was far stronger than she was. Chuck f****d his rigid tongue between her pretty, trembling lips, sliding it over her teeth and gums, demanding admittance. She struggled to keep her mouth closed, but the sheer power of his masculinity was simply overwhelming. Her punches gradually tapered off, then ceased altogether. Margaret moaned helplessly as she accepted Chuck’s tongue. Instinctively, she began to suck it hard. She slowly wrapped her arms around his neck. Chuck cupped his Mom’s left breast with his right hand, kneading it gently. It was sooo soft and warm. Margaret involuntarily arched her back at her son’s touch, as if trying to press even more of her titty into his strong hand. It felt so wonderful. She somehow mustered the strength to break the kiss.

“Ohhh, Chuck, honeyyy! We can’t do this again – we CAN’TTT!!” Margaret whined, pushing on his chest feebly. “PLEASE don’t make meeee!!”

“Now, be a good girl…” Chuck replied, his voice thick with lust. He grasped her nightie at the collar with both hands and slowly, sensuously ripped it open; exposing his mother’s gorgeous nude body, inch by trembling inch.

Margaret’s pretty eyes were huge. “Oh my LORD!!” she exclaimed in shocked disbelief.

Chuck reveled in the beauty of Margaret’s tits once more. With a growl, he pounced on them, taking his Mom’s right nipple into his starving mouth, sucking it deep. Margaret cried out as waves of intense pleasure emanated from her teat, washing over her entire body. Instantly, her vagina began to tingle and moisten as Chuck worked his jaws on her big nip. At length, he stretched it obscenely; releasing it with a loud, wet “pop!” They both saw how inflamed it was now, glistening with his saliva. Chuck blew on Margaret’s poor puffy nipple, making it even harder. Then he went to work on the other one. His hand slid slowly down Margaret’s soft, quivering belly to her mound. Chuck combed his fingers through his mother’s silken pubic hair, the color of rich mahogany, as he continued to nurse on her titties. Those bold, adventurous fingers went even further down, finding her seeping pink hole. He eased first two, then three fingers into her, quickly finding her G-Spot. Chuck rubbed and reamed his Mom’s hot vagina like a true master, adoring the feel of her sopping lady flesh on his relentless fingers. Margaret mewled helplessly. Her resolve was being swept away by a raging torrent of forbidden lust. Then, she went over the falls…

“Oh! I – I’m, I think, I think I’m gonna … I’M GONNA CUMMMM!! OOOOO!! CUMMMMINGGG!!” Margaret squealed as her orgasm struck. Chuck sucked her titties even harder and fingered her pussy furiously as she convulsed under him, bucking her hips.

Ever so gradually, the spasms tapered off, leaving Margaret panting for breath. Chuck slowly withdrew his fingers from his mother’s tunnel of love and inspected them. They were soaked with her pussy juice, so much so that his fingertips were wrinkled. He sniffed, and then noisily sucked off every drop with relish.

“Ohhhh!!” Margaret exclaimed at the wicked sight.

“Mom, your honey is so sweet, I just gotta taste it straight from the source!” Chuck said with a grin as he quickly slid down Margaret’s body. He spread her thighs wide.

“Oh, what are you DOING?? You – you can’t mean … OHHHHHH JACKKKK!!” Margaret brayed as he thrust his mouth into her sodden vagina. Chuck began sucking his mother’s pussy like a lunatic. Margaret looked down between her thighs in utter disbelief at Chuck’s nose buried in her downy pubic curls. Mike would NEVER do this for her. Once, when she asked him to early in their marriage, he’d told her it was disgusting. She never mentioned it again, but it was one of her favorite masturbatory fantasies. And now her own son was doing it to her. “GOD!!”

Chuck was devouring Margaret’s snatch. Her wonderfully chubby little pussy cheeks were spread on his face as he sucked her – sooo soft. His mouth formed a tight seal on the oh-so tender pink rose petal lips of his mother’s vagina. He licked her delicate inner and outer folds, and then slipped his long tongue as deep into Margaret’s cleft as he possibly could. Chuck tongue-fucked her vigorously, reveling in the feel of his Mom’s steaming pussy clenching his tongue so tightly.

“Ohhh, Jesus – this can’t be HAPPENING!! Not with MY BABY!! Ohshit – feels SOOOO GOOOD!! SUCK MOMMYYYYY!!” Margaret cried, head thrashing on the pillow.

Chuck rubbed his face from side to side in Margaret’s gushing vagina, coating it with her rich, thick pussy juice. Then he went even further, burying his wet face between her butt cheeks. He licked his Mom’s gorgeous puckered asshole, and then sucked it just as he had her pussy.

Swept up in the moment, Margaret squealed at the delicious nastiness of it all. “OOOOO!! EAT MOMMY’S BUTT, YOU LITTLE BASTARD!! YEAH!! SUCKKK MY ASSHOLE!!” she shouted.

This spurred Chuck into a frenzy. He shook his face, making her soft, warm fanny jiggle delightfully, then reached up and grabbed Margaret’s titties, stretching her swollen nipples as he feasted on her ass. This was just too much for her.

“OHHHGODDD!! OHHHSHITTT!! I – I’M … OOOOO CHRISTTTTTT – I’M CUMMMMINGGGGGG!! AIEEEEEEEEEE!!” Margaret shrieked as the second orgasm hit like a tornado. Her head seemed to explode. She saw tens of thousands of tiny white stars, blinding her. Her body quivered all over, as if she had gripped a live wire. For a long moment, she laid there, humming senselessly, her nervous system overloaded.

Chuck lovingly sucked each trembling buttock when he saw that his mother had come back down from the clouds. Margaret looked at her son’s smiling face, shining with her pussy juice. “Ohhhh, God in Heaven, baby – that was just the most INCREDIBLE feeling!! I … I’m at a loss for words!!”

“Good! I’m glad. I absolutely love makin’ you cum, Mom”, he replied. “Now for the main event!”

Chuck eagerly got on his knees between Margaret’s creamy thighs. She gawked at her son’s massive nine-inch cock: the huge mushroom head, so turgid with b***d it seemed ready to burst; the thick white shaft, mottled with angry blue veins. It was jutting threateningly above her pussy. A thick string of precum oozed from the shiny knob onto her pubic hair. Chuck rubbed it in, matting her bush. Margaret gasped at the contact. She knew she had to try to put a stop to this madness one last time.

“Ohhh, Chuck, sweetheart, please don’t make Mommy do this!!” she begged desperately. “You’ve already sucked my ti – breasts and my … down there. Surely that’s enough to s-satisfy you! Please let me keep what little remains of my self-respect as your mother!! PLEEEZE!!” Margaret wept pitifully.

But her pleadings only made Chuck want her even more. “Now, be still, little one”, he said, as if speaking to a c***d. “You wouldn’t want to leave me in this condition, would you? Just look at poor ol’ “Mr. Johnson” here – he needs you! If you don’t help him, he’s liable to explode!”

Chuck began patting Margaret’s sopping vagina with his cock, causing pussy juice to splash on them both. Margaret hissed through gritted teeth at the sensation. He slowly rubbed the underside of his meaty shaft between the pink folds of his Mom’s snatch, the friction on her exposed clit making her grunt. Then he slid it down between her lovely butt cheeks, massaging her quivering asshole. Finally. Chuck put the huge cockhead against the little weepy entrance of her vagina and popped it in, making Margaret cry out. She could feel her vaginal muscles clenching involuntarily at his pulsating knob, trying to suck his whole penis into her body.

“Surrender to me, sweetheart…” he rasped lustily.

“OOOOOO, JACKKKK!! PLEEEZE!!”

“Come on, little darlin’…”

“GOD GIVE ME STRENGTH!!”

“Let me have your secret treasure, Mommy…”

“I’M SOOO TIRED … SOOOO WEAK…” she wailed.

Chuck slipped in one more inch, the exquisite t*****e of holding back making him grit his teeth. “I need your pussy – now!!” he growled.

This was simply more than Margaret could stand. She could deny herself no longer: “ALRIGHT, DAMN YOU!!” she hissed. “YESSS – TAKE ME!! FUCKKKK YOUR MOMMY!!”

With a roar of triumph, Chuck impaled her on his stake of flesh. He felt his cockhead enter the womb that created him – the holy cathedral of his mother’s womanhood. His big balls pressed tight to her asshole. Margaret whimpered like a little girl. Chuck looked down at her, ecstatic. “I’m IN YOU, Mom!! Shit, it feels SOOO GREAT!!”

He began to screw his mother hard. Margaret rubbed his chest as he rode her, looking up at him with big eyes and open mouth, hardly believing that this was happening again. She wrapped her sexy legs around her son’s hips, locking her ankles on his pumping ass and curling her painted toes. “YEAH!! THAT’S ITTT!! PUT THE WOOD TO MOMMY GOOD!!”

These nasty words added fuel to Chuck’s already raging passion. He rotated his hips, reaming Margaret’s succulent pussy with his cock. She squealed with delight. “You LOVE it – don’t you, bitch??” he panted, reveling in the total sexual submission of his own mother.

“YESSS!! I DO, I DOOOO!!” she howled. “GIVE ME YOUR GORGEOUS COCK – YOU MOTHERFUCKER!! UH!! UHHH!!”

Chuck was pounding his huge penis into his Mom without mercy now. Margaret heard the nasty wet noises of their fucking: SQUISH! SQUISH! SQUISH! She looked down between her thighs and saw a thick bubbly froth of their sex juices on her stretched pussy lips. She scooped some onto her fingers and sucked it off with relish, looking shamelessly into her son’s eyes as she did so.

“You incredibly hot little bitch!!” Chuck leered down at her. “Do you realize your OWN SON is fucking you – and in your marriage bed??”

“GOD!! YESSSSSSS!! SCREW ME, YOU DIRTY BASTARD!! TAKE WHAT BELONGS TO YOUR LIMP-DICK FATHER!! TAKE YOUR MOTHER’S CUNTTT!!”

“Hell yeah!! You’re my li’l mommy-whore now, ain’t ya?? Huh, bitch?”

“OHHH SHIT YESS!! POUND ME – FUCKKKKK YOUR WHORE!! PUNISH YOUR WICKED MOMMY WITH YOUR COCK!! UHHHHHH!!”

Chuck was huffing like a steam train on a steep grade. “Almost there!! Beg for my cum, Mom!!”

“OOOOO!! SOAK MEEE!! GIMME YOUR NASTY INCEST SEED!! KNOCK MOMMY UPPPP!! GODDDDD!!”

That did it: “HERE IT CUMMMS, MOM!! ARRRRGGHHHHH!! UGGGGGHHHHH!!”

Chuck’s cock erupted deep inside his mother’s womb. Thick white strings of sticky, scalding incestuous sperm began bursting from his tiny piss hole, saturating the inflamed walls of Margaret’s conquered sex. She screamed in ecstasy, thrashing her head on the pillow. Chuck kept pumping his penis into her as he ejaculated over and over, balls slapping her ass. He leaned down to suck a wildly-jigging titty, watching his Mom’s open-mouthed swoon. Their mingled fuck fluids poured out around his shaft, drenching her asshole and pooling on the bed.

At last, Chuck stopped cumming. He slumped onto his mother. They were both completely exhausted. He sucked her sweaty breasts like a contented baby as she cooed, stroking his hair. Margaret kept her legs wrapped tightly around him, not yet wanting to relinquish his still-hard penis…

After they had recovered a bit and Chuck’s cock had softened and slid out of his mother’s sodden vagina, Margaret lay in his arms, her head on his chest.

“Well, honey, you finally cornered me, didn’t you?” Margaret said, looking up at him ruefully.

“Yeah, I did – and I ain’t the least bit sorry about it, either! Are you?”

Margaret thought for a long moment before answering. “I know I SHOULD be. A mother IS NOT supposed to have sex with her son under any circumstances – period. But, ohhhh, I fought my need for you soooo hard – God knows I did! I can’t fight it any more! Some things are just meant to be!” Margaret exclaimed, kissing his well-muscled chest. She felt a tremendous sense of happiness and freedom coursing through her at formally surrendering to her to her son.

Chuck kissed the top of her head. He felt like a king. “And did you mean that part about wanting me to “knock you up”?

Margaret bit her lower lip and closed her eyes tight. “God! You would have to remember THAT…”

“Did you mean it?” Chuck repeated seriously.

“Ohhhh, sweetheart, I-I know it’s not right, but YESSS!! Yes, I did mean it – every damn word!! I soooo want to bear your c***d – to have your sperm take over my entire body, making my belly and breasts swell hugely … I NEED it!!”

“God, Mom! Do you have any idea what it does to me, hearing you say that?” Chuck said, squeezing her tit. “But what about Dad?”

“Ohhhh, baby, I know!!” Margaret exclaimed, tears filling her pretty eyes. “Your poor father doesn’t deserve this, any of it. We’ll have to be super careful to keep our true relationship secret, hon. It would crush him if he ever found out! But I just can never be satisfied with him again. Spreading my thighs for him, feeling his little penis dribbling into me after being taken by you…” she shivered. “It fills me with revulsion – I just can’t HELP it!! You’re TEN times the man he is!! Ohhh, Chuck, I just want to be YOUR wife – and the mother of your c******n!” Margaret wept with joy.

“Precious baby…” Chuck murmured, stoking her hair as she slowly drifted off into sweet, dreamless sleep, safe at last in her son’s arms…