The Inheritance by RDJohnson,RDJohnson

“Nothing is wrong mom, I just thought it looked familiar. It looks a lot like dad’s ring, doesn’t it?”

“It sure does. He said the stone was cut from the same gem as the one in his ring. He was such a romantic, saying it would help us form a strong bond.”

“It looks good on you mom, you should keep it on. Always.” I don’t know where that came from, but I just had the sudden feeling, like waking up in the middle of the night and knowing the answer to a math problem. I had a feeling of absolute certainty that she had to keep the ring on.

Busy second guessing myself, wondering where that sudden feeling came from, I made my excuses, leaving my mom to continue sunning herself in her favorite spot.

Making a detour to my own room, I changed into sweatpants, though it felt strange to enter my dad’s office wearing anything less than a suit.

I had not been at it long, when mom removed her bikini top, and laid on her back, making sure to get an even tan, no doubt.

She spent a few minutes reapplying sunscreen, depositing a solid amount between her breasts, then slowly spread it out with her finger tips, trailing white lines around her nipples, until after a little while, she massaged all of it into her soft mounds, then spread the remnants down her flat belly, down to her thighs, where she let her fingers just idly stroke the soft flesh just below her barely hidden pussy.

Fuck it, I thought. The only way I was going to get anything done, was if I took care of my distraction first.

Pulling down my pants, my cock stood large and firm, only feet away from my unsuspecting mother.

Briefly considering pulling up some porn on my dad’s computer, I discarded the idea, since there was a chance some of the lawyers handling my dad’s estate would have to go through his browser history, and that would just be awkward.

My aching boner was also pretty sure what it wanted, and it wasn’t some stranger on the internet.

Right now, my mind was flooding with pictures of burying my cock to the hilt in the no doubt unnaturally tight pussy of my mother, that was so erotically on display right in front of me.

Just like the time when I had masturbated into her panties, this would be another of those embarrassing yet strangely satisfying wanks.

Knowing it was wrong, I started to masturbate, taking in the sight of my mom caressing her soft inner thighs, sometimes allowing a finger to flutter across her camel toe, then back to more innocent parts.

She would never know, and what she didn’t know would not hurt her, I told myself, as I brought myself ever closer to the edge, pausing when I was almost ready to shoot my load all over the glass barrier between us.

Not wanting to explain to the maid how a sea gull managed to crap all over the inside of the window, I paused for a while, grabbing some tissue paper to shoot my load into.

Then finally, I brought myself closer and close to the edge, unashamedly bringing myself to an orgasm as I imagined myself sucking on those marvelous nipples that seemed like firm little eraser tips, imagined that the ropes of cum I was shooting into a wad of tissue were instead shooting straight into the womb from which I had come.

Not my proudest wank, but it felt amazing! And if it wasn’t for the miracle of sound proof glass, my moaning would most certainly have informed my mother beyond doubt what her only son was doing right next to her mostly naked body.

As the last gobs of cum spilt from my balls, overflowing the tissue paper and dropping to the floor in large fat droplets, I could certainly understand why I had trouble focusing. I don’t think I have ever cum that much in my life, so no wonder my brain didn’t work when my balls were so backed up with cum.

I discarded the soaked tissue paper, and guiltily dropped the idea of even trying to get my cum out of the carpet, instead leaving it to the maid to clean up my mess. She would probably be better at fixing stains like that than me, and she would never know what it was.

Besides, I had important stuff to do.

Getting back to work, I finally managed to make headway, even if I still took a few breaks to admire mom’s delicious body, whenever I noticed her applying fresh sun screen.

Sadly the sun was soon past its peak, and mom apparently decided to abandon the tanning session for now.

As she got up, I got a final little show, as she had once more discarded the top, giving me an unrestricted view of her amazing tits, as she stretched first this way, then that, before gathering her things and heading inside.

Needless to say that her little display once again made things a bit tight below, and I almost regretted her leaving, briefly wondering what it would be like sliding my cock between her breasts, shooting my load over her neck, chin and face, decorating her with fat white ropes of my sticky cum.

Seriously, there had to be something wrong with me. I never had those urges about my mom before.

I never before had images of her running through my mind unbidden, of her hogtied on her knees under my desk, her lips stretched wide around my throbbing cock, as I sent a torrent of sticky cum down her throat.

Okay, this was getting bad. I had definitely better go to my room and wank it to some porn for an hour or two, get this massive hormone spike under control.

Before I managed to pull myself together, I heard a soft knock on the office door.

“Uh yes?” I replied, quickly sitting down behind the desk to hide my once again awkward boner.

“Hi sweetie.” Mom purred, as she opened the door and entered, looking like a schoolgirl that had been sent to the principal’s office for a stern talking to.

“I just wondered if you needed a hand. With anything.” She was biting her lip again, like it was becoming a nervous habit. She was probably feeling insecure about her son having to handle all the grown up stuff like this.

Even so, it made her look very vulnerable and very very sexy. My boner was not going to go away as long as she was here.”

“Not right now mom, thanks.” I replied, in my mind coming up with a short list of things I would like her to give me a hand with.

“Was there anything else?” I added, trying to find a way to make her leave, so I could get my hard-on to recede, before going to my room.

Sweatpants were nice and roomy, but they did make an obvious tent if I had an erection while wearing them.

“You look so mature and powerful behind that desk, like you belong there! Strong and in charge! Like your father.” Mom remarked, “If you have things well in hand, I will go take a bath, then I will be in my bedroom, if you need anything. At all.”

She shut the door quietly behind her as she left.

I was going to really have to do something about this increasing horniness of mine, my brain kept reading all kinds of suggestions into her remarks. She was my mom, there was no way she was coming on to me. Even if the dirty parts of my mind and my raging hard-on tried to insist the opposite.

Later that evening, I had masturbated eight times, the last six to mother son incest porn, that apparently was a huge fetish I had remained fairly unaware of.

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