From an idea by Ratimom.
Alex lay in bed feeling miserable and sorry for himself. Surprisingly, the day had not begun like that; it had started in a celebratory mood. He had received his exam results and had done sufficiently well that a place at university now beckoned. Come the evening, after the excitement of the day, he decided on an early night, intending to read for an hour or so before sleeping, but things did not go according to plan. Propped up in bed with his laptop resting on his knees, he was so absorbed in the story that he read for longer than anticipated.
He heard his parents come upstairs just before midnight, and then the house went quiet; for a while, silence reigned supreme. He had just closed the laptop lid and settled down when the noises began– sounds that he had been dreading and that had kept him awake lately.
The voices were muted, leaving him unable to hear what was being said. He heard a giggle, followed by a short girlish laugh. That had to be his mother. The sounds that followed–groans of pleasure, a raised voice occasionally, and then others–could only mean one thing. His mother and father were having intercourse.
Initially, he had felt revulsion while listening to them. After a while, this was followed by annoyance, and then something happened that in turn, began to fill him with overwhelming jealousy. When the noises finally abated, he lay in the darkness of his room, his mind full of uninvited images that sleep refused to take away.
Earlier in the year, Alex had turned eighteen, just another normal teenager. He was in the midst of his exams, with each evening spent in his bedroom swotting for the following day. Caffeine-fuelled drinks kept him going as he ploughed through textbooks, trying to cram as much information as possible into his head. However, it was at this point that fate brought several elements together and then conspired against him.
His bladder was full, and he needed the toilet. Opening his door, he saw the landing outside was in complete darkness, the only illumination coming from the shaft of light escaping his parent’s partially open bedroom door. Padding along in stocking feet until he reached it, curiosity turned his head; normally, he would have gone straight past, but tonight he slowed.
Through the gap between the hinges and frame, he could see into a section of the room, the view bringing him to an abrupt halt as he forgot to breathe. His mother was standing in front of a full-length mirror inspecting herself, and she was naked. Acting like a voyeur, he watched as she twisted and turned, looking at herself from different angles.
His cock went from flaccid to a painful erection in seconds. Sarah may have been in her early forties, but she looked gorgeous. She had her back to him, but with the reflection in the mirror, Alex could see her front and back at the same time. He was spellbound, his erection beginning to throb as he looked at the vision, openly displaying herself. When she cupped her breasts and gently kneaded the flesh, he rubbed his bulge and wished he could whip his cock out and masturbate. Seconds later, his mother’s hand went between her legs as she touched herself, leaving Alex convinced he was about to ejaculate.
His erotic reverie was rudely interrupted as the upstairs lights came on, and he heard his father at the bottom of the stairs. Making a mad dash for the bathroom, Alex locked the door behind him.
“Christ! That had been close,” he thought.
His mind was in turmoil; Sarah was his mother, and yet the sight of her naked and touching herself had been so intense that he could not rid himself of his sudden desire to be in her bed; his hands allowed to wander over the gloriously naked flesh he had just spied.
Sitting on the toilet, the very thought of what he was imagining initially disgusted him. But the images in his head refused to disappear. It wasn’t as though he had a girlfriend to help relieve his sudden lust; he hadn’t. Shamefully, and something he would never admit to, he was still a virgin and unattached. His imaginings came from the pictures and pornographic clips he watched as he suddenly thought of his mother spreading her legs for him and inviting him to shag her.
Alex touched himself, his fingers at least easing the building arousal emanating from his throbbing member. He needed to masturbate, but with his parents upstairs, he would have to delay any activity until later.
Finished, he flushed the loo, washed his hands, and sauntered casually and innocently past his parent’s bedroom, noticing that the door was now closed. When he heard it open and his mom and dad return downstairs, he locked his own room door and returned to his bed.
Stretching out, he undid his pants, extracted his throbbing cock, and wrapped his hand around it. He closed his eyes and pictured his mother once more as his hand slid up and down its length.
She knew he was there and was teasing him. Slowly, she slid the straps of her bra from her shoulders before reaching behind her back and releasing the hook and eyes. It seemed like an age that she held it to her breasts, and then suddenly, she let it fall, and Alex could see her magnificent tits reflected in the mirror.
When she slid her panties from her hips and allowed them to drop to her ankles before kicking them away, he knew he was going to burst. His hand was flying up and down his cock frantically, the skin sliding smoothly as pre-cum leaked from his knob.
His mother turned, opening her legs slightly as she posed for him.
“I know you are there, Alex. Why don’t you come into my room?”
He had been touching himself as he stood outside her door and now felt embarrassed as he entered with his erection sticking out of the front of his trousers. He heard her gasp, her hand going to her mouth.
“Oh my God, Alex! It looks so big!”
As she moved across to her bed, Sarah asked him to undress and then spread herself as she raised her knees and opened her legs.
“Will you fuck me, Alex?”
In his daydream, he never even managed to take his pants off.
“Yes, yes, yesssss!” Alex ejaculated, spunk spurting up and out as his hand rapidly tossed himself off, flinging his cream everywhere.
He was panting, his eyes screwed tight, until the sensations finally began to abate.
Later, he could not get over how exciting, erotic, and downright filthy it had felt. Imagining shagging his mother as he ejaculated was better than any pornographic clip or picture. He was hooked, and from that moment onwards, she had become his masturbatory fantasy.
He was an only child, his mother had once told him that she would have liked more children, but an accident many years ago meant that she and David, his father, had struggled to have another baby.
Although he knew that they had tried different treatments over the years, none had been successful so far. Alex didn’t know exactly what these hospital visits involved; his mother had never expanded on her statements.
At first, what he felt was a simple infatuation. He had to be careful when his father was around, but when he was home alone with his mother, he would take any opportunity to try and sneak pictures of her on his mobile phone. Alone in his room each evening, he watched pornography, especially any clips purporting to be of a mother and son, and especially where the woman bore some resemblance to his mother.
His next port of call after several weeks was Literotica. He scoured the stories for ones dedicated to mothers and sons, downloading a couple, and taking the time to change the character’s names to Alex and Sarah.
He was currently on his summer break, with another five weeks before he would receive his exam results, which meant he had plenty of time on his hands. A few years earlier, his father had gotten him interested in photography by gifting him a DSLR camera, but it had been a while since he had last used it because it was too big and bulky. His mother would certainly notice if he pointed it in her direction. However, with a bit of gentle persuasion during the week, he managed to entice her into posing for him. Nothing improper, just portrait snaps as he moved around her perched on a kitchen stool.
Each night, once the house was quiet and his parents were in their room, he would lock his door, lying naked on his bed as he read incest stories or scoured the internet for clips and pictures. He had built up quite a library on his laptop, going through it as he fantasised. The evening always culminated in him masturbating, imagining scenarios where Sarah invited him into her room and her bed. Sometimes, she would open his bedroom door and catch him tossing off, always with a look of delight on her face before she joined him.
The pictures he had captured on his phone were not the best and were often hurriedly taken. He had managed her legs and snapped her arse when she bent over. but his most prized ones were of her cleavage and a couple he had managed to get where you could see up her skirt and her panties.
He was also learning new abilities. The pictures taken with his big camera were of superior quality, which allowed him to transfer his mother’s head and face onto other bodies. His first attempts with the image editing program sufficed but were clumsy. With practise, he improved, and after several weeks, it was hard to tell that his mom had not posed for him naked.
From solo pictures, he advanced to couples. He had set the camera up on a tripod and taken several images of himself. Alex was excited, his cock throbbed, and he’d had to still his hand at first as he dropped the faces of himself and his mother onto the image of a couple fucking. He had the hang of it now, adjusting the colour and saturation before morphing all the images together.
Sitting back in his chair, he was proud of himself. The picture on his screen showed him with his cock penetrating his mother’s cunt as they both stared into the camera lens. Even when he enlarged the image, it was difficult to tell that it wasn’t a snapshot of something that had actually happened.
Several things were troubling him, and he knew that shortly a problem was going to arise. Doing well in his exams would take him away from her, sending him off to university with only the chance to return at the end of term or the odd weekend. Currently, he loved the daytime, with him and her alone in the house together. Evenings were bad; Alex hated evenings. His father would return from the office, and he would have to watch as his parents kissed.
That wasn’t the worst, though. Throughout the evening, he would notice things–the things they did when they assumed he wasn’t watching. David would touch Sarah’s bottom, her face breaking into a seductive smile. Then there were the quickly snatched kisses and the whispers that caused her to giggle or laugh. The exchanges that made Alex feel extremely jealous were when his dad covertly placed his hand on his wife’s breast, or even worse, on her mound.
At that moment, Alex hated him and wished that they would divorce or, worse still, that his father would die. He knew what their antics were leading up to–a night of tossing and turning as he listened to the sounds of them having sex.
The day of his results actually arrived sooner than he had anticipated. He made a compromise, choosing a university around forty miles away, which meant that it was only an hour’s train journey each weekend to reach home.
It was still a few weeks before he would leave, with Alex putting the time to good use as his infatuation had him emptying his sack several times a day into a pair of his mother’s panties he had stolen.
At last, the time arrived. With his bags packed and a brand-new laptop as a present for his achievement, the following morning, his parents would drive him to the place where he would spend the next three to four years of his life. Alex had copied all of his files from his old computer onto the new one. He would leave the old one, he thought; it was password-protected at startup, and the folders containing the stuff he would never want his parents, and especially his mother, to see were encrypted. He was content that it was safe for it to remain in his room and that it would serve as a backup in case anything went wrong with his new computer.
David and Sarah had a decision to make. For years, they tried for another baby. The doctors prescribed drugs, treatments, and different therapies, but no matter what they tried, they were unsuccessful. They had never imagined all those years ago when David caught a viral infection, that it would result in his sperm count being so low that Sarah would find it impossible to conceive. They had tried numerous bouts of IVF, all to no avail, and were now being told that their only chance was the option of either donor sperm or considering adoption.
Sarah had always shied away from the thought of another man impregnating her; she loved her husband, and it was his child she wanted. The same went for adoption; it was something she and David were considering, but again, it would not be a child that she had carried and then bore.
This week, they were at the hospital, and this would be her final chance.
A month later, Sarah was in tears; she had taken a pregnancy test, and the result was negative.
The house felt quiet and empty now that Alex was gone. Yes, he came home at weekends, but during the week and with her husband at work, Sarah felt lonely.
With her chores done, she was bored. She thought of browsing the internet, perhaps looking for a Christmas break for the family this time rather than spending it at home as they had done in previous years. The big machine in David’s study contained all his work files and correspondence, and Sarah loathed to use that one. Suddenly, she remembered her son’s laptop; it was still up in his room, where he had left it.
Sitting at the dining table, she plugged it in and switched it on. As it went through the start-up process, she was presented with a box to enter the password. She tried “Alex,” which was rejected. She tried his date of birth, but it was also rejected. The password hint was of no help at all. She could stumble along all day like this and never get into it. Rising from her chair, she fetched the telephone and called her son.
“Hi honey, it’s Mom. How are things going?”
They chatted for a couple of minutes before she asked.
“I need to do some research on the internet, and your old laptop is here. You don’t mind, do you? I won’t break it, but I need the password.”
There was silence for a moment. On the other end of the line, Alex felt nervous. Thoughts were flashing through his mind. He couldn’t really refuse her, could he? His files were safe, he was convinced, even if she did have a nosey.
“You had better write this down, Mom.” He waited while she fetched a pen and paper.
“I’m ready,” Sarah told him.
“Capital F, the first word is ‘Flashover.’ Capital M, the second word is ‘Mail.'”
Sarah read it back to him. “That doesn’t make any sense,” she said.
“That’s the idea, Mom. It makes it hard to guess.”
They chatted for a while longer, and then he had to go.
Sarah typed the words in carefully, ‘Flashover Mail,’ and the laptop opened to the home screen. She was reasonably computer literate and brought up the browser as she started searching through holiday firms.
An hour or so later, she was bored again and did what any respectable woman, and especially a mother, would do: she began to rummage through her son’s files.
There was lots of music, with plenty of singers and groups she had never heard of. There were the pictures he had taken of her. “They were very good,” she thought, as well as other selfies that he had taken on his mobile. Lots of folders contained his schoolwork and assignments. Bit by bit, she scrolled through them all until she came across a folder that looked completely innocuous. Inside it was other folders, but when she clicked on the first, it asked for a password.
She tried her son’s name, then his date of birth, and finally the password he had given her. None of them granted her access.
There is nothing worse than being denied something to ignite one’s curiosity. She tried the password she had as single words and had no luck. Then she tried to think of other words that Alex might use.
Her eyes kept returning to her scribble on a scrap of paper. There was something about those two words that seemed familiar.
On a new piece of paper, she rewrote the password in capital letters, and in a jumbled order, it was often easier to spot a pattern like that.
“FASHVLAIMOERL.”
The first word she spotted was obvious now; it was her name. She spelt it out and crossed off the letters. “SARAH,” which left “FLVLIMOEL.” Scratching her head, she wrote down anything easy and obvious.
She had a list of words in a column. Next to each, she wrote the letters that remained. For most, it was impossible to create a third word. The only one that left letters which could be shuffled around was “LOVE,” which left the word “FLIM.” Was that derived from flimsy?
Surely “FLIM” wasn’t a word she thought as she rearranged them. The only other word, which sounded as though it might exist, was “MILF.”
She sat stunned for several minutes, just staring at the page. “LOVE MILF SARAH.” It was a sentence of sorts that at least made some kind of sense, but “What the hell was a Milf?” she wondered.
Sarah tapped the letters into the browser and then sat back, first with astonishment and then with a sickly feeling at what suddenly popped up on the screen. Site after site of porn, both pictures and clips appeared. Next, she typed in, “What is a MILF?” The answer left her feeling as though she had just been slapped in the face.
“A woman of a certain age, often in her thirties and forties and with children. The word stands for, Mother I Would Like to Fuck: MILF.”
She couldn’t stop her hands from shaking; her stomach protested as she wondered if she was going to be sick; and suddenly, it felt like the room was hot and she was going to faint.
She was trying to make sense of it. Perhaps the words she had come up with were just a coincidence. Nervously, she clicked on the first folder, and when it asked for the password, she typed ‘Love’ and was denied. She tried again; this time she typed ‘Milf,’ and the folder opened.
Inside, there must have been over twenty more folders. She clicked on the first to find a hundred pictures of naked women in poses that left nothing to the imagination. The next five were the same, each folder containing one hundred images.
Now that she was over her initial shock, it felt easier. Had Alex just picked two words, and she was making a mountain out of a molehill? Even though it was how she still saw him, he was no longer her little boy; he was a young man, and his interest in porn was nothing to be worried about.
She became bored with the pictures as she opened and closed folders–that is until she came across a folder containing film clips. As the first one started playing, it was obvious that the woman was far older than the man. Sarah increased the volume so that she could hear what was being said. The young man kept referring to the older woman as his mother, and in next to no time, she was on her knees, sucking at his cock.
Sarah watched spellbound as they undressed before settling down to fuck. By the third clip, she was feeling horny, and by the fifth, her hand was down the front of her leggings and inside her panties as she teased her pussy open. She paused the one she was watching for a moment, removed her top, and got rid of her bra before replacing the t-shirt; it would be several hours yet before David arrived home.
As the clip continued to play, her fingers slipped inside her pussy as she frigged herself, her other hand twisting and playing with her nipples.
The clip finished, and she played another. Despite her arousal and what her body was experiencing, there was a troubling thought at the back of her mind. Pausing it again, she took the laptop and moved to the couch, settling down after she had lowered her leggings and panties. When she started it again, her hand returned to her cunt as she fingered herself and rubbed frantically at her clit. Sarah had placed a towel beneath her bottom for the simple reason that she was highly aroused, and her juices were in full flow.
As the young man’s cock was withdrawn and he sprayed the older woman with his cum, Sarah exploded. When she climaxed, her legs clamped tightly together, one hand squeezing her tits while the fingers of her other hand continued to massage the inside of her twat.
Her breathing finally returned to normal, after which she made herself decent and shut the laptop down for the present. It had been a long time since she had watched something like that, and she had forgotten how exhilarating it could be to masturbate. A thought forced itself to the front of her mind. Nearly every one of the clips she had watched had followed a similar genre; they were always of a younger man and an older woman, many purporting to be mother and son.
“Incest? Is this what Alex finds fascinating?” she wondered.
It disturbed her that her son may be thinking of her in that light. Surely, she was just imagining things, dismissing the thought as ridiculous.
When David arrived home that evening, he was in for a surprise.
Sarah had changed into fresh clothes, and after their tea, she had a treat for him. Dragging her husband upstairs, she got rid of her dress, parading around their bedroom in her bra, panties, and stockings until he threw her onto the bed, ripped off what little she was wearing, and fucked her silly.
The next morning, with the day to herself, she couldn’t wait to finish her chores. With the laptop on her knee, she powered it up and typed in the password from the piece of paper. After watching several clips, she was horny again but put off masturbating for the moment because she was curious as to what the other folders contained.
Clicking on the next one, she first tried ‘Milf,’ but the computer would not accept it. ‘Love’ followed and was also rejected, which only left her name.
Perhaps she should not have been curious; she had no business prying into her son’s files. When the folder opened and she clicked on the first image, she wished she hadn’t.
Sarah stared at the picture, lost for words. Where had Alex gotten a photograph of her naked? Not only was she naked, but the way that she was posing left nothing to the imagination. In their younger days, David had captured her in the nude a couple of times, but nothing like this. She opened another, and then another; each one was a picture of her undressed. She was cupping her breasts, stuffing artificial cocks into her pussy, and worst of all, she was pulling her labia apart and displaying her pink, moist internal flesh.
For the moment, thoughts of masturbating were gone, and all she could do was look on in astonishment as she went through the pictures one by one.
She was experiencing a strange feeling; on the one hand, she was angry and disappointed in her son, and on the other, it aroused her. The thought that this was how Alex viewed her was both erotic and, in a way, complementary.
Sarah had slowly begun to accept what he had done. She realised he must have manipulated the images, but when she got to the final ones, she screamed, her hand going to her mouth as her stomach lurched and she needed to vomit.
She dashed for the stairs, just making it in time as she dangled her face over the toilet bowl and lost what she had consumed at breakfast. Wiping her lips on a piece of tissue she spat several times; her mouth tasted rancid.
After cleaning her teeth and then gargling with mouthwash, she slowly descended the stairs, bracing herself to look at the final images she had just come across on her son’s laptop. It felt as though she had just been raped; somehow, her body felt violated.
She was having sex. All types of sex, but in each picture, there was a common denominator: the person who was fucking her wasn’t her husband; it wasn’t even a stranger; perhaps she could have coped with that. No! The person who was slipping his cock into her quim in each picture was Alex, her son.
Sarah’s arousal had dissipated. No longer did she feel horny; the thought of masturbating was now distasteful. There had been no hint of her son’s fantasies. She had never guessed, not even when he was photographing her. She assumed that this was where he obtained the pictures of her head and face, which he then used to construct these pictures of them.
She shut down the computer and put it to one side, no longer interested. Her system was in shock; what did she do? The most obvious thing was to confront Alex about it. But what did she say? How did she even start such a conversation? Her next thought was about David–did she tell her husband what she had found? How would he take it? Was it something all teenage boys went through? Sarah had no experience to fall back on; she was at a loss.
The day passed in a blur. Her husband returned home that evening to find his wife out of sorts. She told him there was nothing wrong, but he knew something was bothering her.
“Was it their recent failed IVF treatment?” he wondered.
It had been their final attempt. The doctor had stated that it was pointless to continue because the chances of it happening were so remote as to be infinitesimal.
“Had they considered either donor sperm or adoption?” he’d asked.
Sarah had retired early, pretending to be asleep when he came up to bed. David soon nodded off while she tossed and turned all night.
She must have dropped off eventually but awoke the next morning exhausted. Despite her turmoil, something enticed her to turn on the laptop once her chores for the day were finished. There was a final folder; what was in there? It couldn’t be any worse than what she had so far discovered.
Clicking on it brought up the box requesting a password. She tried ‘Love,’ she tried ‘Milf,’ and finally her name, but each attempt resulted in a box that told her the password was incorrect. She was stumped now; she had used every possibility that sprang to mind. Sarah kept returning to the pictures of her and Alex having sex–why had he suddenly become infatuated with having incestuous sex with her?
She was grasping at straws as she typed the word. ‘Incest.’ The folder opened, and she was faced with several files. Five of them seemed to be stories that Alex had downloaded; Sarah opened the first one and began reading.
By page six, she was embroiled in the plot; reaching page twelve, she continued because she wanted to know what happened next. The fact that the characters were called Sarah and Alex was not lost on her as the tale began to reach its climax. The page she was reading only covered a third of the screen; in the background, she could still see a picture of herself, her son’s cock buried up her arse as she spread her pussy.
The itch down below had returned, her hand slipping inside her panties as she fingered her cunt. Her nipples throbbed, demanding attention, but she needed her other hand to continue scrolling through the pages. Her climax culminated with the scene in the story where Alex ejaculated his seed deep into her pussy. Sarah’s orgasm made her shudder; her eyes fixated on the picture as she suddenly wondered if the cock belonged to the male model or if her son had superimposed that as well.
Shutting down the laptop, Sarah poured herself a drink. It was something she had never done before; any glass of wine was saved until after their meal each evening. After emptying the first, she poured herself a second. There were more stories she could have read, but that was enough for today. She was conscious that, as she orgasmed, the sight of Alex with his cock inside her had added to her climax.
With the two glasses of wine, she had consumed and the exhaustion from her intense orgasm, Sarah stretched out on the couch, her eyes closing as she dozed. Her mind kept conjuring up images of its own: Alex and herself naked in bed, her legs open as she watched and felt his cock as it forced its way into her twat.
Her eyes sprung open as she felt disgusted with herself. How could she even contemplate such a thing ever happening? It wasn’t that her son wasn’t good-looking; he looked just like David when he was young. It was just the thought of undressing and then allowing her son to make love to her. Everything she had learned and everything she had ever been told led her to believe that the thought of having sex with her son was blasphemous.
Alex arrived home that weekend, ignorant of what his mother had discovered. He was puzzled as to why she was distant with him, saying little, and acting somewhat off-hand. The next few days felt awkward, with Sarah offering to run him back to the university on Sunday afternoon. Normally he would catch the train much later, but for some strange reason, she was insistent.
They drove in silence, Sarah going through words in her head as to how she should start the conversation.
Eventually, she just plunged straight in.
“Do you consider me a Milf? Is that how you think of me, Alex?”
His face flushed as he cleared his throat. “Pardon! What are you asking, Mom?”
“I found them. I found the pictures on your laptop.”
“Shit, shit, shit!” Alex had been confident that even with her using his computer, she would never get into those files.
“I can explain,” he stuttered, but never got the chance.
“Is that what you imagine doing with me? Have I raised some kind of pervert?”
He could tell she was getting angry, and in turn, he got angry himself. What made it worse was that they were halfway through the journey; it was too late now to change the passwords or delete the files.
“You asked to borrow my laptop; you didn’t ask if you could spy on my files. How would you like it if I went through your things? How would you like it if I went through the paperwork from the hospital to find out the real reason why you can’t have more kids?
Voices were raised and accusations bandied about as they shouted over each other. It continued like that for the remainder of the journey, with Alex’s parting shot as he got out of the car,
“Perhaps you intended me to see you, parading naked in front of your mirror and touching yourself. Did you enjoy it knowing that I was watching? If I’m a pervert, perhaps I take after you!”
On the journey home, Sarah drove way too fast, completing the trip a half hour faster than the outward one.
When she got in, David asked if she was okay. She mumbled something before taking herself to bed.
“That had gone well!” she thought. She had caused a rift in her family. Perhaps it would have been better to have said nothing. Her son’s obsession with her would probably have worn off after a while, and anyway, it wasn’t like she was ever going to allow something like that to happen.
It was another three weeks before it was the end of Alex’s first term, and he would return home for Christmas. The first inkling David had that something was not quite right was the call he received from his son saying that he would not be home and was, in fact, going to a friend’s house for Christmas. He was taken aback; as a family, they had always spent the festivities together.
When he got in that evening, he informed his wife. Sarah looked sad but, at the same time, unconcerned. She couldn’t forgive Alex. There was more in the folders; more stories and something that looked like an online diary, which she had yet to read.
Christmas was a miserable affair all around. David hadn’t a clue what had gotten into his wife, and she refused to say anything, simply telling him that all was fine. Alex spent the day in the halls with no Christmas dinner. He existed on what he could cook and what he could buy from the few open shops.
It continued like that until after the New Year. David had returned to work, still completely stumped as to what was going wrong; even their sex life was beginning to suffer. He kept on at his wife, but that had only started to cause arguments, and when he called his son, he hit the same brick wall.
One evening, Sarah made an announcement. “I’m going to drive down and see Alex. I may stay for a couple of days if that is alright.”
David nodded his head; at the moment, he was past caring. She left on Wednesday morning, telling her husband that she would be back at the latest, by Friday.
The drive down to her son’s university was dangerous. She wasn’t concentrating because there were too many thoughts going through her head. She had read the last of the stories; she had even read extracts from her son’s diary. At least she knew now where his obsession had come from. She had been getting changed and hadn’t realised that her bedroom door was not closed. At the time, Alex was studying, disappearing immediately after tea, and she had forgotten he was upstairs.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she had been admiring her figure, proud that she still looked good at her age. Naked and feeling sexy, she was looking forward to that night and had softly touched herself, little knowing that Alex was standing outside her door and watching.
The more she went through her son’s files, the more it changed her daytime demeanour and invaded her night-time sleep. For the past month, Sarah had masturbated every day, often several times a day. She watched the saved porn clips over and over, always with one of the pictures of her and Alex in the background. Each time, she was revolted by what she had done and what she was imagining, but like an addict, she had to have her fix.
She had come to a decision. It filled her with disgust, but the urge to have another child was becoming imperative before she was too old.
She had gone through scenarios in her head, formulating a set of rules. How would Alex react? What would he say when she asked? Had her prying ruined everything? She thought back to his parting words and felt the tears, which obscured her vision for a moment.
Sarah pulled into the car park and switched off the engine. She was nervous, her hand shaking as she auto-dialled Alex’s number on her mobile. Initially, it went to voice mail.
“Hello, Alex, it’s Mum. Can you call me back? It’s important.”
It was nearly an hour later that her phone rang.
“Hello.” Her son’s voice sounded strained.
“Hello, Alex. We need to talk. Where are you?”
“I’m just coming out of a lecture.”
“Are you free?” she asked.
“Yes, that’s it for today.”
“I’m in the car park. I thought it better that we spoke here rather than home.”
Alex came and collected her, leading her up to his room in silence.
“I’m sorry,” Sarah said. “I didn’t handle that too well, did I?”
Alex shook his head but said nothing.
“It came as a shock to discover how you really felt about me. I must admit that it felt repulsive at first to imagine doing things like that with you. You are my son, and what you are thinking is not normal.”
“No, it’s not,” he said, “and I never meant to hurt you, but if you hadn’t been nosey, you would never have known. How did you work out my passwords?”
“I was bored and had too much time on my hands. That, and I always liked word puzzles,” Sarah said, looking embarrassed.
“It was an accident that got out of hand,” Alex told her. “But I couldn’t dismiss what I saw, and the urges took over any sense of decorum.”
There was an extended period of silence; both of them were ashamed of what they were thinking before Sarah broke it.
“I’ve come to ask you something,” she said, starting to get extremely nervous.
Her nervousness was making Alex nervous as well. What had his mother driven all this way to ask him?
“Do you still feel the same way about me?” she asked, refusing to look at him.
“Yes! I don’t think that feeling will ever go away. I may be your son, but you make me horny when I see you. I know that’s so wrong, but I can’t help it.” Alex finished by shrugging his shoulders.
The silence seemed to drag on. Sarah had practised asking him over and over again, but now that he was here and sat in front of her, she couldn’t get the words out. She was an adult, and yet she was acting like a young girl.
“Will you have sex with me? Will you impregnate me and give me a baby?”
To say Alex was shell-shocked was an understatement. It was a fantasy, something he had indulged in, wishing but never expecting anything to happen. Hearing his mother ask him to have sex with her, and make her pregnant, set his nerves jangling. She was a mature woman who’d had more than her fair share of intercourse, something he could attest to, while he was still to get his leg over.
Pride would never have allowed him to say no to her. Perhaps it was time to step up to the mark and prove he was a man, but the thought did nothing to calm his nerves or the shaking his body was experiencing.
He didn’t trust his voice as he nodded his head.
“I’m going to set some rules, though, Alex,” she told him.
“This is not us having a relationship. We can never do that, and anyway, I love your father. This is sex, solely for the purpose of getting me pregnant. Do you think you can do that?”
Alex nodded again.
“As such, there will be no kissing. I expect that we will both need a modicum of foreplay, but afterwards, there will be no sweet talk. I am not your girlfriend, I’m your mother.”
Alex agreed to all of her conditions.
“When?” he asked.
“Well, I’ve come down for a couple of days, but I need to find somewhere to stay yet. It certainly won’t be here; I bet these walls are paper thin, and the last thing either of us needs is others along the corridor suspecting that we are doing things.” Sarah still found it hard to use bedroom words with her son.
“I know a place not far away. It’s within walking distance, and a lot of parents use it if they visit for a long weekend. I can show you where it is if you like.”
Sarah agreed, and they went down to her car. It still felt strained; they had just agreed to do something; something unlawful, an act that should never happen between mother and son, and neither were yet ready for small talk.
In her room, she made them both coffees. “When are you going to be free?” she asked.
“I’m free the rest of today, I have a lecture in the morning, and then I’m free again after that.”
“Is there somewhere we can eat and get a drink this evening?” Sarah asked.
Alex nodded. If his mother were thinking of starting this evening, he would be drinking very little. The last thing he needed was to be so drunk that he couldn’t get it up.
“After we have finished our coffee, you can show me around, and then if you go and get changed, we will go out and eat.”
The walk around the city as Alex pointed out the buildings and architecture helped. At least they had begun to speak as mother and son again.
Late in the afternoon, he headed back to the university to shave, shower, and change while she unpacked and did the same.
They met up again, just before seven, with Alex leading her to a restaurant and bar he knew. The food was good, and he stuck to his guns, having one glass of wine, and then switching to sparkling water. He was nervous, but not as nervous as his mother appeared; Sarah over-indulged and became slightly tipsy.
Alex knew what he had to do and how to do it. He had watched enough pornography to know what was expected of him. It was just that so far, it was all theory; he had never had a chance to practice.
Back in his mother’s room, it felt stilted. “Can we turn out the light and you go into the bathroom while I undress? You can undress in there, and I’ll call you when I’m ready.”
Alex did as she asked. In the bathroom, he stood naked in the dark. He was about to have sex with her, a thought that previously would have had his cock standing to attention. But now, it flopped limply between his legs.
In the bedroom, Sarah undressed, so nervous that she couldn’t stop shivering or her teeth from chattering even though the room was warm. She climbed beneath the covers and pulled them up to her chin.
“Okay, Alex. You can come in now.”
In the darkness, she heard him fumbling his way to the bed, and then the mattress next to her moved as he slid beneath the covers.
They turned towards each other, although in the darkness it was hard to discern anything. For minutes, they both waited for the other to make the first move.
“You can touch me,” Sarah said, glad that she had drunk enough.
She was unable to stop the slight gasp as she felt his hand gently cup her breast. When his fingers twisted and teased her nipple, a groan of pleasure crept out unaided and against her will.
When his hand touched the warm, soft flesh of his mother’s breast and felt her teat awaken, Alex’s cock did what it was supposed to do, thickening, and growing until his jerking erection rested against her mound.
It wasn’t a rule that Sarah had imposed, it was simply a promise she had made to herself that she wasn’t going to touch him. Eventually, she couldn’t help herself as her hand slid between them and grasped his manhood.
She gasped audibly again. “Christ,” she thought to herself, “he was big; maybe he had inserted pictures of his cock into those images.
She heard her son groan as she slid the skin down, feeling the heat as well as the firmness of his shaft. When he moved, sliding a little down the bed as he nuzzled her breast, Sarah’s body began to capitulate.
He was arousing her, and her body was responding. There was no doubt that he wanted her, she thought, as she slowly tossed him off. And then his hand was on the move; she felt it slip from her breast, slide over her ribs, and across her belly, reaching her mound, where it lingered momentarily.
When it curled between her legs, Sarah opened them wider to accommodate it as her resolution began to melt. When his fingers stroked her pussy, a guttural cry rose from her throat, and she surrendered, beginning to enjoy his touch.
Alex was growing in confidence. His mother’s hand pumping his cock had him highly aroused, and he was struggling to contain himself. He wasn’t thinking any longer, simply allowing his body to respond to her touch.
When her son’s fingers parted her labia and slid inside her pussy, deftly fingering her moist passage, Sarah forgot about the rules she had demanded as she dragged him up the bed and kissed him.
Their mouths worked together, tongues invading as they moved frantically against each other. Alex was pressing himself against her, and she was pushing back, grinding her mound against his cock. Any nerves and inhibitions had evaporated, she wanted him; she wanted to feel him inside her.
Sarah rolled, pulling Alex with her as she raised her knees and opened her legs. There was no fear now of using unsuitable language as she begged him.
“Fuck me, Alex. I want to feel you inside me. I want you to fuck me and give me a baby.”
It was far easier than he had imagined. His mother’s fanny was so wet that he literally slid home with little difficulty.
His eyes had become accustomed to the darkness, and he was now able to look down at her naked body as she writhed beneath him. “Holy fuck!” he thought to himself. Even though he had fantasised about this many times, never in his wildest dreams had he imagined it might happen.
He fucked her slowly, delighting in the way that she responded to him and amazed that she appeared to be enjoying what he was doing to her.
Sarah couldn’t believe it. She had imagined that her son would be all fingers and thumbs. That their coupling would be more fumbling than anything else and that it would be over quickly. Her body was alive to his touch, enjoying the things he was doing to her. Her arousal escalated as he fucked her; Alex was certainly bigger than her husband.
She’d had no inkling; the last time she had seen him naked was as a baby and toddler. As his cock expanded her twat, she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deep inside her each time he thrust.
She could feel her climax drawing closer, the reason for doing this forgotten as she enjoyed the sex for its own sake.
“Oh, yes, Alex, keep going. Faster, I’m nearly there.”
His cock plunged into her pussy like a runaway steam hammer. Their groins smashed together, and the sounds of wet flesh impacting, carried around the room. Sarah started screeching and crying as sensations began to flood her body, her orgasm stretching her taut as Alex continued to shag her, and then she felt it–the jerk and the pressure as his cock unleashed a torrent of spunk into her twat.
She bucked under him, her head thrown back as she wailed and balled her fists, digging fingernails into the sheet beneath them. The orgasm exploded in her brain, and despite all her fears, the sex had been fantastic.
When he finally slowed and stopped, something Sarah thought momentarily wasn’t going to happen, he rolled from her and lay by her side, both of them covered in sweat and panting heavily.
She was stunned. It wasn’t what she had been expecting. Her little boy had grown up, and his performance had definitely satisfied her; Sarah’s body was still tingling from her orgasm.
When they were finally able to breathe easily, Alex was the first to speak. “Would you rather I go now?”
Sarah felt bad. Had he not enjoyed it? It was what he had wished for. Maybe it was her fault for choosing the wrong words.
She turned on her side and pressed herself against him.
“I’d rather you stay. That was absolutely gorgeous, Alex.
At home, she had hoped that a single occasion would be enough to get her pregnant; now, though, that seemed to take a back seat, and she wanted Alex to make love to her again.
Her face moved closer as she kissed him, her son responding as his hands cupped her breasts once more. In what seemed like such a brief time, she could feel his erection pressing against her mound again.
Rolling Alex onto his back, Sarah mounted his thighs and hips, slowly and seductively sliding her pussy along his erect shaft. It seemed to have a life of its own, jerking and throbbing as she massaged the rigid flesh with her pussy-lips. Her son certainly was big; the pleasure her fanny had just experienced attested to that.
When she had him panting for more, she shuffled forward on her knees, raising her bottom as she pulled Alex’s shaft upright so that it rubbed against her piss-flaps. It took a small adjustment to spread them, and then Sarah sat down, groaning loudly as she felt her passage expand once more. She was content for her son to stare at her now, both their eyes having become acclimatised to the low light levels.
Grinding her pussy into his groin, she shivered with delight, especially when he raised his hands and fondled her tits. Her nipples ached, and for a moment, Alex sat upright, holding her firmly as his mouth found her teats and he licked and sucked.
Pushing him down again, Sarah started to raise her buttocks, slowly and gently at first, and then with increasing force as her arousal built. She had convinced herself that this would never happen, that what he was doing to her would fail to satisfy her need, or what she and her husband had. But Alex was pliant, happy to do whatever she needed, with youth and stamina on his side.
When Alex held her buttocks aloft and rammed himself into her, Sarah supported herself with tiring arms, her tits swinging just above his face as he fucked her. She bellowed as her climax took her to realms unknown, going rigid as her body convulsed, the surge of her orgasm roaring through her until it smashed into her brain.
Other than the lectures Alex had to attend, they spent the rest of their time in her bed at the hotel, only surfacing for drinks and sustenance. It was early Friday morning, and he had just put her suitcases in the car. He had another lecture in an hour, but there was just time for Sarah to drag him out of view of other visitors as she kissed him.
“I’m looking forward to your coming home again. I can’t promise how easy it will be, but we can at least continue until I am pregnant.”
That was good enough for Alex for now. It had been the best couple of days of his life, and with the prospect of more to come, he couldn’t wait for the Easter break to come around.
The return journey took the normal amount of time. Sarah was content, already convinced that something was growing inside her. She turned the music up loud as she roared back up the motorway, singing to each song at the top of her voice.
When David returned from work, he found a different woman. It seemed that whatever had been bothering his wife was gone. Perhaps it was because Alex had missed Christmas at home, and her visit was exactly what the doctor ordered. No sooner was their meal finished than she was dragging him upstairs, declaring that tonight was his lucky night.
Between her arrival home and when Alec came back for his Easter break, Sarah had sex with her husband most nights. There was some logic behind what she was doing. After all those years of trying, there was no way he would believe he was the father of a baby if she were also denying him his conjugal rights. By letting him fuck her whenever he wanted, she was going to try and get away by saying a miracle had happened.
Alex arrived home on Saturday morning, having caught the train back and with Sarah going to pick him up at the station.
“I hope you have been saving your strength for me. Your father’s away Monday and Tuesday for a meeting, but he’ll be back for the Easter weekend.”
Alex’s eyes lit up; he knew exactly what that meant–his mom was going to let him fuck her once again–two glorious days where he was hoping they never left her bedroom.
One downside of being home was that he had to turn a blind eye to his parent’s antics. Sarah had decided that she had to act as she had previously done; in that way, David would not be suspicious.
The weekend could not go fast enough for Alex; he even put up with the sounds that came from their bedroom each night. On Monday morning, he was still in bed when his father left. An hour later, Sarah popped her head around the door.
“C’mon, sleepy head. Would you like to join me in the shower?”
The invitation brought Alex fully awake as he climbed naked from his bed. Sarah smirked because his shaft was already erect. In the bathroom, she disrobed, opened the shower door, and turned on the spray. It was a bit of a tight fit, but there was enough room as they soaped each other. He spent considerable time washing her breasts and then even longer soaping her pussy.
She leaned against the cubicle wall when Alex told her he needed to inspect his work. Sarah spread her legs, and Alex, as he crouched, spread her labia. His tongue softly slid along her opening, the slightest of touches igniting the surge of pleasure that spread up to her nipples. The spray hitting her erect teats was a tease, his tongue worming its way inside her twat as he began to lick and suck at her vagina, making her arousal soar.
Alex spread her legs wider so that they were jammed on each side of the shower tray. As his tongue penetrated her, she felt his hands press between her buttocks, and then a finger tickled her anus.
Sarah shivered. “Oh, God, Alex.”
Her legs began to quiver, a vibration that moved upwards through her body. She could sense the approach of her climax, feeling it build in her belly and her flue. When his tongue flicked at her clitoris before his lips encompassed it and sucked, she tried to rock as she urged him to go further. She was on the point of exploding when she felt his finger enter her rectum, exploring her rear entrance as his mouth caused her fanny to orgasm, shaking uncontrollably as the waves of pleasure rolled over her and the spray of water continued to soak her torso.
Alex took her from behind, watching as Sarah supported herself against the cubicle wall and leaned forward at the hips. His cock slammed into her, expanding, and contracting her minge as he shagged her, his hands coming around as he cupped her tits and squeezed, making them bulge and her nipples stand out prominently.
His fingers twisted and pulled at her teats, raising her arousal again as his cock thrust into her cunt. She felt his lips place minute kisses up and down her spine as he leaned in and then back out again. His hands were continually on the move, fondling her breasts, stroking her belly, and then delving between her legs as he teased her clit.
“Shit!” Sarah thought. “I would never have guessed that sex with my son could be so good.”
And then she forgot to think anymore as another orgasm wracked her body. If it hadn’t been for Alex’s support, Sarah would have collapsed.
From the bathroom, still wet, they moved to his bedroom. It was to become an unwritten rule for the moment that they never shagged in her bed. Sarah had no wish for David to pick up the aroma of wild sex or the smell of Alex on their sheets.
This time, he fucked both her front and back orifices, ensuring that when he ejaculated, his shaft was buried deep in her pussy.
By the time his break was over, Sarah drove him back to the university.
“I can’t confirm it yet; it is just a feeling. But I’m sure I am pregnant. I know it sounds silly, but I think you have done it, Alex.”
Sarah turned her head to look in his direction momentarily, noticing the look of disappointment on his face.
“Does that mean you will not need me anymore?”
She teased him. “That was my initial thinking.” She paused for several seconds, “but we seem to fit together so well…… would you mind if we continued?”
The grin spread across Alex’s face. If it hadn’t been for the fact that she was driving, he would have fucked her there and then.
Pulling into the university car park, Alex directed her to the far corner.
“Do you not want me to park outside the door so that you can offload?”
“Later,” Alex said, as his hand rested on her knee. It’s going to be a few weeks, and so I don’t want you to forget me.”
As he spoke, his hand moved up her leg and beneath her skirt, inching slowly up her thigh as he glanced around to make sure the car park was empty. When it reached the edge of her panties and then stroked her quim through the thin material, Sarah couldn’t believe that Alex was going to do this in a public place. The gusset slipped to one side as her son’s fingers stroked her pussy. She tried to moan quietly, but as they forced her piss-flaps open and slid into her cunt, Sarah groaned loudly.
Alex fingered her until she was in danger of leaving a wet patch on her seat. Glancing around again, he unfastened his trousers and pushed them down to his ankles. His erection stuck upright as he slid the seat back and reclined it.
“Do you want it to go to waste?” he asked with a smirk.
In a flash, Sarah was out of the car and dashed around to the passenger side. She took a second to rip her panties off before opening his door and scrambling inside as she straddled his lap. Alex grasped his cock as she lowered herself, a moan escaping his mother’s lips as it filled her pussy. She had to do most of the work as he groped her tits, but in next to no time, as she bounced on his cock, she felt her orgasm explode inside her. It was a mixture of elements: the stiff length of meat inside her cunt, having sex in the car, and the fact that they were sitting in the corner of a car park where anyone might see them.
She kissed him savagely as she climaxed, feeling his cream filling her passage.
“If you think you might be pregnant, I’m just trying to make sure,” he grinned.
They had swapped seats, and Sarah had sat with her legs up on the dash for ten minutes, making sure that none of his virulent semen escaped. The homeward journey was driven knickerless; she’d had to use her panties to mop up and wipe away her juices.
It was a month later that she called Alex and confirmed her news. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. I’ve taken a pregnancy test, and it’s positive. You have done it, my darling boy.”
Sarah had already given the news to her husband. David had been astounded. After all those years of trying, his wife was suddenly in the family way. It never entered his head that there could be anyone else. She was always home when he rang, and there were very few nights when they did not make love. Maybe she was correct when she told him it must be some kind of miracle that, at long last, he had managed to fertilise her.
By the end of summer, Sarah had a noticeable bump. To Alex, she seemed even sexier as her belly began to expand and her tits started getting bigger. He would pop home each weekend, but that was starting to get risky and often resulted in a worthless visit as his father was there most of the time. His next proper break would be Christmas and well into his second year.
It was the week before the festivities that Alex returned. His father was at work when his mother picked him up from the station. There was no missing it now; his mother was certainly pregnant. He couldn’t wait to get home. What he wanted to do was undress her so that he could gaze at his accomplishment.
Sarah giggled as she waddled up the stairs; at the moment, it was the best she could do. In Alex’s room, she allowed him to undress her, uncertain at first because of the full bra and big white knickers.
It appeared not to put him off; his cock jutted from his groin when he discarded his clothing.
“You’re putting weight on Mom,” he joked, “but I still can’t wait to shag you.”
Under the covers, he spent minutes running his hand over her swollen belly, marvelling that he was the reason for her current state.
And then he moved, her larger breasts attracting his attention. As he suckled and fondled, Sarah’s mind drifted back to a time long ago; only then, his hands and tongue were not being used to arouse her. As Alex showered her body in kisses, she grasped his cock, working the flesh and marvelling at the rigidity.
“Roll onto your back,” she told him, “I want to please you.”
She edged herself lower, grasping her son’s shaft as she kissed its swollen helmet. When her lips encompassed it and she took him into the warmth of her mouth, Alex groaned loudly, his hips involuntarily rising as he tried to fuck it and get as much as possible inside.
It continued to surprise Sarah. In the beginning, she had been reticent, convinced she could never condone this. “Now look at her,” she thought, “gobbling her son’s cock!”
When she brought him to the brink, they swapped places, with Alex going down between her legs as he spread her fanny wide and kissed every inch of the pink, moist flesh.
He had never shagged a pregnant woman; let’s face it, he had never shagged any other woman. His mother had been the first, and Alex presently did not want anyone else.
On her back and with her legs spread, he could not see over her bump. He didn’t need to; what he desired was right in front of him. His tongue flicked out, teasing his mother’s clitoris as she attempted to press her pussy against his mouth. Juices poured from her, Alex lapping them up, but such was the amount that Sarah was losing, it ran down between her buttocks, soaking her rear entrance.
When he had her sufficiently aroused, Alex climbed to his knees and shuffled between her thighs. His cock pressed against her pussy, and he felt the resistance momentarily until it surrendered and allowed him to enter. Thrusting slowly and gently, he was aware of his mother’s condition and watched as her arousal increased. He built her to the point where her climax was imminent and then withdrew, lowered his shaft, and penetrated her arse.
Sarah screeched as he sodomised her, abusing her large tits and nipping at her teats, which at this stage had started to release milk.
Despite her belly, she insisted that he fucked her as he normally would, with Alex slipping from her arse and ramming it into her cunt. He brutalised her pussy; it felt bigger and sloppier than normal, but that didn’t faze him as he fucked her hard and fast.
Sarah tried to thrash beneath him, but her belly hindered her; nevertheless, it did not stop her from climaxing as she moaned and twisted, her tits bouncing from side to side as the sensations flooded her body.
“I take it Dad still has no idea?” They were relaxing afterwards, with Sarah curled against him.
“No, he doesn’t, and he must never know. It would spoil everything.
“What about us?” he asked.
“Our relationship must continue to look normal from the outside. I can’t change that, and we could never have anything more anyway. That isn’t to say that we can’t do this when we have the opportunity.”
Alex knew it was more than he could seriously expect.
Sarah never imagined that it would come to this. If someone had told her years ago that she would ultimately end up having sex with her son, she would never have believed it. She now needed their lovemaking; it gave her a thrill of erotism and the feeling of doing something far outside her comfort zone. All the years of previous sex failed to compare; she was breaking the law and doing something that would make other people look at her with distaste. None of that mattered anymore; she was now addicted to incest.
They were showered and dressed when David arrived home. Alex’s room window had been opened for a while, and his bed had been remade.
There were not as many chances as he would have liked over Christmas, but his mother made sure he did not go without. Some were rushed, not even having the time to get fully naked. On New Year’s Eve, they went out as a family; his father was getting slightly worse for wear. When they arrived home, David went straight upstairs; Sarah checked a half hour later and found him fast asleep.
Undressed and wearing nothing but a robe, she returned downstairs to her son. She allowed him to fuck her, first on the couch after he had muff-dived her fanny, and then on the rug in front of the ornamental fire.
When his father returned to work, Alex still had a week before he was due back. It was time, he and his mother put to good use. His next break would be Easter again, and she would be due just before that. With any luck, he would return to meet his new brother or sister. It would forever have to be their secret, but it would actually be his son or daughter.
He was catching the train back to the university this time because Sarah was in no condition to do a lengthy journey. When the taxi pulled up outside, Alex was knackered; there was no way his mother was letting him go without a farewell fuck.
It was still two weeks away from his break when his father called.
“After all these years, Alex, you have a sister, and we have decided to call her Diana. Both the baby and your mother are well, and she is looking forward to your being home again.”
“I bet she is,” Alex thought. “Probably she and his father had been going without as the birth became due.
They chatted for a while, with David asking how his studies were going. In a way, Alex felt mean; he had done what his father couldn’t and given his mother a daughter, and then he had to pinch himself because she was actually his daughter.
There was no point in going home for the weekend at the moment, so Alex remained in the halls and just went out and about around the city. The time soon flew by before he was boarding the train to take him to his town, and he was looking forward to meeting his sister or daughter for the first time. He had two weeks before his return, and his father would be back to work before then, which hopefully meant at least a few days with his mother, hopefully in his bed.
Sarah looked gorgeous when he arrived home. It hadn’t been that long, but already she was beginning to get her figure back, with the added bonus that her tits were now full.
Alex had to wait until Monday came around. Even then, it hadn’t happened immediately. The baby needed feeding and changing; the time quickly ticking by. It was only later when Sarah had her daughter settled, that she took his hand and led him upstairs.
In his bedroom, she allowed him to undress her. Alex took his time, savouring her body and figure as he removed each item of clothing until she was naked.
Sarah reciprocated; her eyes fixated on the significant bulge in his pants which she left until last. Crouching in front of him, with her knees open and displaying her fanny, she lowered his shorts, Alex’s cock springing free and jerking in front of her face.
She wrapped her hand around it, marvelling at how smooth the flesh felt but with a rigid core. She gave him her best seductive look, her tongue running over her lips as her mouth opened, and she took his knob into its warmth. When she slid his skin back and ran her tongue around his knob, Alex wanted to stand on tiptoe. This was eroticism at its best. He glanced down, watching her ample bosom move as her head bobbed back and forth, his shaft disappearing into her mouth as she gave him a blowjob.
When her other hand fondled his sack and then disappeared between his legs, he braced himself, knowing she was going to do to him what he had done to her. For Alex, it was a new experience; never before had his arse been penetrated.
Alex was already on the cusp; he seemed to have waited months for this moment. Her internal massage triggered something. He lost control as his cock and hips started jerking, filling his mother’s mouth with his cum. Despite his protestations, she greedily gobbled it down, sucking on his cock and fingering his rectum until she had emptied his bollocks.
His legs felt like jelly, and he needed to sit down before he collapsed.
“Did you like that?” she laughed.
As he recovered, she explained what she wanted him to do. When he was ready, Sarah lay back and raised her knees, opening her legs. She placed his hand on her mound just above her slit.
“Insert your finger and then crook it.” She demonstrated what she meant. “Just rub softly while you exert a little bit of downward pressure.
Alex followed her instructions, massaging the internal flesh as he watched the constantly changing expressions on her face. It gave him time to recover and also aroused him as he saw how his administration’s aroused her.
Suddenly, her expression changed, her eyes opening wide as she stared intently and in disbelief. Her head went back, a deep growl rising from her throat as she climaxed, gushing as juice poured from her cunt as he continued to massage the spot. Her legs shook and her eyes glazed over as she orgasmed until finally, she had to stop him.
His cock was erect again as he plunged it into her fanny, fucking his mother roughly and rapidly. This was what they had both been waiting for, their coupling becoming animalistic as they indulged themselves in each other’s bodies until Alex filled her quim once again.
They had gotten through his holidays the best they could. With his father at work, his mother just couldn’t drop everything and jump into bed with him; she had a new baby to attend to. That’s not to say he went without; when his sister was asleep, they took to his bed as they fucked, or at the very least, mutually masturbated.
“It’s not going to be easy, and I’m afraid you will have to bear with me, but we will reach a point where it is much easier, and when we do, you can shag me silly.”
Sarah was true to her word. Alex had his course to finish, and she had a new child to raise. But eventually, as she had promised, life did become easier, and she had more time to devote to her son.
Alex had reached the ripe old age of forty-two. His mother was sixty-four and his father had just retired. He had never married, and never had a girlfriend; for all this time, he hadn’t needed one. For over twenty years, he had fucked his mother. As David’s sex drive waned, Sarah, who still had needs, invariably turned to him. It had never been easy; at university, she used excuses to visit often. When he was home and his father was at work, she would drag him into her bed.
Eventually, he left home. With a decent job and sufficient income, he got himself first a flat, and then a house. The job gave him plenty of free time, time that was devoted to the woman he loved, as Sarah visited often. He had always stayed faithful to her–well, as faithful as a son could be.
Rolling over in his bed, Alex pushed the covers down, looking at the lithe young body lying next to him. It was still early, and they had spent the night making love, but just looking at her had him feeling randy again as his cock began to thicken and grow. Leaning across, his tongue flicked over her nipples, and he watched excitedly as they began to harden. When he took one in his mouth and sucked, she groaned in her sleep and pushed her chest upward.
Alex gently ran a hand over the flatness of her belly; his fingers lingered in the dark silky hair that sparsely covered her mound, and then, as she involuntarily opened her legs, he slid his hand between her thighs and stroked her pussy.
She groaned louder now as he felt her pussy lips begin to open like the petals of a flower, the first hint of moisture escaping as he used it to lubricate his finger. Slowly, he inserted it into her cunt, inching forward until it was fully inside her pussy.
As he fingered her quim, the young woman’s eyes opened, her body already aroused as she came awake.
“Fucking hell, Alex. Again already?”
Her hand went to his erection, grasping it firmly as she slid the skin down and exposed his blood-infused knob. Running her fingers beneath its rim, she teased before grabbing hold as she seductively tossed him off.
She dragged him closer as they kissed, his cock pressing against her mound as she pushed her tits into his chest. She wanted him now, pulling Alex atop her as her legs opened and she felt his knob pushing against her pussy. The cry was one of pleasure as he entered her, forcing his cock home until she had its length buried inside her minge. And then he fucked her, using powerful thrusts that tried to move her up the mattress each time his shaft expanded her cunt.
She pulled his head down to her tits, loving the way his lips suckled on each teat, his teeth gently nipping each bud before licking and sucking. Now ready, she urged him to shag her faster and harder, screaming at the ceiling as her climax began. She writhed and twisted, calling out his name as she orgasmed, feeling the spurts of semen that he shot into her quim as he continued to pound her pussy until exhaustion caused them to collapse together.
“I love you, Alex, but I had better go. Mom will be wondering where I am.”
“I love you, sis,” he told her.
He and Diana had been fucking since soon after her eighteenth birthday. Somehow, she had discovered what went on between him and their mother and had come to him demanding the same. He was twice her age, but that hadn’t stopped them, nor did she reproach him for fucking their mother still; to her, it was part of the game, and she got excited when he described what he and Sarah did, demanding that he do the same to her.
Maybe one day he would tell her. Maybe one day their mother would tell her, but for the moment, he was happy to play the part of her brother, Diana, oblivious to the fact that she was having incestuous sex with her father.