She broke the kiss and stepped back still holding his hands. She bent her legs and sat down letting go of him. She lay back and opened her legs to reveal her glistening pussy in full bloom. He feasted on her and could not seem take his eyes off her pussy. At first, he did not see her hold her arms up beckoning him to lie on her. He hesitated and then moved down to her.
This was it. I was about to see it. I was about to hear it. I was about to smell it. I was about to see incest. I was about to experience taboo.
He settled between her legs but did not try to enter her. I think he was unsure. Maddy stroked his shoulders and back. She put her hands on either cheek and pulled his face to her. They kissed again. This time they resumed full blown tongues. They moaned into each other’s mouths; their faces covered with each other’s saliva. Harry reacted instinctively by making small thrusting movements. Sort of like a dog trying to mount a bitch.
I think Maddy was enjoying the prodding. Maybe it was the knowledge that this hard steel would soon be buried in her to the hilt or maybe she was enjoying the friction against her clit and labia. Either way she seemed in no hurry to move on. With his mouth glued to hers he snorted, and she sensed his frustration. I saw her hand disappear between her legs and reappear between their crotches. She took hold of his cock, and he raised his bum. We all waited with anticipation, knowing what was going to happen next. She guided him into her waiting pussy. She was wet and the welcome mat was out. Her labia closed around the bulbous head of his cock. He sighed heavily. He pushed but it looked like she didn’t want him to enter her so quickly. She had left her hand in place making it impossible to quickly impale her.
The head of his cock disappeared into her. She let him move his shaft further into her. I saw a small amount of her honey escape from her pussy and dribble down her anus onto the carpet. She was so slick. I imagined her pussy feeling every ridge of his cock as it moved into her. She took her hand away. He was a quick learner; he did not immediately plunge into her but slowly moved in. Eventually he bottomed out and his balls touched her perineum. I imaged her full of his cock. My son’s cock deep in my wife. Let me repeat that and savour it. My son’s cock deep in my wife. That magnificent steel organ getting ready to take her to heaven.
He was already in heaven. Her beautiful tight but slick pussy had welcomed him. I knew how he felt as she mashed her breasts into him. Her kissing becomes very animated, and she was virtually licking his face. She never seems to care how much saliva gets spread while her tongue and lips mash across my face. He was getting the same treatment. I knew this was no show, she was very very turned on and I loved it. Her hips were gently rocking against him as if to encourage him to thrust. Maybe he was still trying to take it slow as he did not immediately get the message.
She continued to rock under him and then began to gently writhe against him. She was making a sort of pleading mewing noise. The movement of her hips was magical, as were the glimpses I was getting of her pubic hair. Her movement completely betrayed her incredible desire to be fucked. She was saying ‘ Harry please fuck me, please fuck me.’ I wanted to see her fucked. I wanted to see his glistening shaft take her over and over again. I wanted to see his cum leak down her anus like I had just seen her honey.
He finally understood her non-verbal que and obliged. He slowly eased out of her until the rim of his helmet was visible. I could see her hips, her hair covered mount of venus and her labia as they clung to his shaft. Her labia seemed afraid that he was going to leave her, but he did not. In one smooth but slow movement he thrust powerfully into her. She broke the kiss. “Fuuuck,” she said as her head jerked with the power of him bottoming out in her. I studied the expression on her face intently. She was in extasy. His cock was so big and hard that it was causing her some discomfort, but her face said it was a beautiful erotic pain. I imagined her head was buzzing with the taboo nature of it all. Her son, yes, her son had his cock buried deep in her. It was totally wrong, but it felt so totally right. She loved him and he loved her. Two consenting adults, but this was more than sex. A mind-blowing cacophony of love, lust, taboo. It was dirty and wrong but boy was it fun.
As he began to fuck her he stopped kissing. My guess is that he did not want to cum. His head disappeared from view into her neck. She turned her to his cheek and started to kiss and lick his face. I wanted to say ‘no, you will make him cum’ but I stayed silent not wanting to intrude on their lust. He was slowly sawing his cock in and out of his own mother and I was content in my own world watching his cock plough in and out of her. Her hips rising to meet his thrusts and sinking as her withdrew. A sex dance with all the accompany sights, sounds and smells. My eyes were full of the vision; Harry’s hard cock filling my wife, a ring of her cream near the base of his cock as he withdrew, the wetness of her labia. My ears were full of her mewing and sighing, his almost silent grunts and the slap of their bodies. My nose was full of their smell; teenage armpit, perfume, honey, pussy, cock and now the sweet smell of my wife’s sweaty crotch.
He wasn’t going to last much longer. We all knew it, in fact I surprised he lasted this long. We had agreed we would not talk. Specifically, we agreed no ‘mummy or little boy’ stuff. This was love between two adults. Imagine my surprise when Maddy started talking to him. Not so much talking as whispering out single words and phrases grunting between thrusts. “fuck…….your cock is so hard…. Fuck….deep….I am wet for you…umph……cum in me…oh…fuck me hard…..fuck…uff..fuck me…..oh please cum in me,…. Please…. please”
All this talk had caused him to pick up the pace. He was pistoning in and out of her. His bum muscles taut, his balls slapping her on the down stroke. He thrust hard on every down stroke as their pubic bones clashed. She grunted every time and spewed more filthy talk from her mouth. He raised himself up and she instinctively grabbed his forearms. It was time. They looked into each other’s eyes as he continued to thrust into her, bringing the moment ever closer. He stopped. His eyes were asking permission; ‘I can’t believe my cock is buried deep in my mum. I will never forget this moment. Can I spray my seed in you? Although you are my mum, I want to fuck you until I fill your pussy with my sticky cum, can I?. She smiled and her eyes answered, ‘yes Harry, I want it. Your dad is watching, he wants us to do this. Now please fuck me.’
Harry started thrusting again as did Maddy, pushing her hips to meet him. Sweat was dripping off his face. Each drip splashing on her forehead, cheeks and mouth. Her head and sweat matted hair jerked with every thrust. Their eyes were wide, they were both feeling every inch of his cock in her. His helmet as it scoured her pussy walls. They both felt the head of his cock as it nudged her cervix, every bump and every ridge. I know exactly what it is like to fuck her, so I was feeling it too, I was part of this.