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Robert's Fanstasy

(Note: To those of you who read my stories, you know I write long ones rather that several shorter segments. In the end, it's the same thing. And, this one, of course, is another long one. Enjoy.)

1. How it began

Robert Connor lay back against the pillows on his bed. He was watching his mother, kneeling between his legs, sucking his cock. His mother! It was so damned hot that he had a hard time not coming almost immediately.

His mother, Kathy, an attractive 45-year-old with, lustrous brown hair and cool green eyes, looked up at Robert and winked while continuing to run her tightly stretched lips up and down his thick manhood.

Robert couldn't hold back anymore. He groaned and whispered hoarsely, "Yes, yes, Mom. I'm going to come. I'm going to come, Mom."

Kathy didn't stop. She didn't take her mouth off of her son's super rigid cock. She kept sucking on it while looking him in the eyes.

"Aaahhh!" Robert cried out loudly. His cock began erupting with pulse after pulse of his hot semen, boiling up out of his balls.

Robert's mother kept sucking and sucking while swallowing her son's thick load of cum, until no more came out. She raised her mouth off Robert's cock, letting it flop down, and gave him a big, happy grin.

"Mmmm!" I liked that, Robert. Now, are you ready to lick my pussy?"

"Yeah, Mom," Robert replied, as the fantasy dissolved from his mind and he reached for the tissue box he kept on the bedside stand. But that part of the fantasy is going to have to wait, he told himself.

He was home for the summer from his first year at college and it was Saturday afternoon. His mom had gone to look for new outdoor furniture to put by the pool. The patio furniture they had now was several years old and well-used, time to replace it.

Robert figured she was due home any time now so he wiped up the semen that had shot out of his cock and sprayed over his belly and chest. Then he got up and walked naked to the bathroom down the hall to clean himself better with a damp washcloth.

He looked in the mirror and saw a reasonable handsome young man looking back at him—dark, nearly black, curly hair, and in need of a haircut; well placed grey eyes, like his father's; a strong nose and chin; broad forehead; and full lips that, when at rest, hinted at a smile. He stood five feet, eleven inches barefoot and had a tight, muscular body, with strong, well-developed legs. Sprinting was his sport in high school and now in college too.

"You are one sick bastard, Robert," he told his image in the mirror. "Fantasizing about your mom sucking your dick . . . and about licking her pussy and fucking her. Where did that come from? When did that begin?" But he knew exactly where and when his mother-fucking fantasies began.

He had come home from school one weekend to surprise his mother for her birthday. That had been in February of the present year. He had come into the house quietly and took his bag into his bedroom. It had been just after noon on a Friday. The garage door was down and he had assumed that his mom was at work, as usual.

Then he had heard a strange noise. He had stood in the doorway of his room to listen. He heard it again . . . coming from his mother's bedroom. He had crept down the hallway and peeked around the corner of the master bedroom doorway, which was open. There he had seen his mother, totally naked—and looking really good too, he had noticed, although that thought had surprised him at the time.

His mother had a long, double-ended dildo with one end stuffed into her pussy and the other end stuffed into her ass. That had shocked him, that, and the fact that she obviously shaved her pussy. She also had a small vibrator in her hand and was stimulating her clitoris. Her eyes were tightly closed and she had been panting and moaning. Then he had watched as her body suddenly convulsed and she cried out loudly as, obviously, she'd had an orgasm.

Robert hurriedly retreated to his bedroom, grabbed his bag, let himself out of the house extra-quietly, got in his car and drove to the closest coffee shop, hoping his mother hadn't heard him leave. He also realized as he was starting up the engine, that his jeans seemed too tight in the crotch. That was when he realized that he had a nearly full erection. That had really shocked him.

Robert took one of his school books into the coffee shop, ordered apple pie and coffee and tried to study. But of course he couldn't. The image of his naked mother double penetrating herself, using a vibrator, and having an orgasm kept parading through his head. And, those images kept his dick in a state of perpetual partial erection.

He stopped trying to study after twenty minutes and allowed himself to focus on what he had seen. He knew that his mother took care of herself physically, but she wasn't obsessed with it. Still, to Robert, at nineteen and actively dating women of his own age, his mother's body had looked pretty darned good. He had always known that she was a damned good looking woman, but he hadn't seriously thought about her body, although he had seen her in bikinis every summer. Of course, he had noticed as a teenager that his mother had a good body, but she was his mother and that was the end of it. But to see her totally naked . . .and in that situation . . . well, that had been a shocker and an eye-opener.

It was also an erection-maker and that part bothered him. She was his mother after all. He wasn't supposed to get turned on by his mother. Robert put it down to the pure, raw, sexual nature of what he had seen, that and the "animal" part of his brain reacting to that pure, raw sexuality.

After an hour, Robert left the coffee shop and drove slowly back home. He didn't know just how much self sex his mother might be into, whether that was her first and only orgasm, or if she was going to make an afternoon of it. He had never thought of his mother in such an overtly sexual way, so now he didn't know what to think. Watching porn movies on his laptop at school probably wasn't a very good way to judge this situation, but it had taught him that there were a lot of people out there who had many diverse sexual practices. Not that the porn videos were real. But if someone had made a video of it, then he was sure that someone had done it before the video was made.

When he got home he parked his car at the curb and carried his bag up to the front door. He made a lot of noise getting the key into the lock and unlocking the door. The garage door was solid, no windows, so he couldn't tell if his mom was still here or not.

"Surprise!" Robert yelled out. "Anybody home?" The house was silent.

He put his bag on his bed and went down the hall to his mother's bedroom. The door was open, as before, but he couldn't hear anything. He cautiously peeked into the room. No one there. The door to the master bath was open and he could see it was empty, too. No one home now.

Hmm! She must have come home for a "nooner", Robert thought to himself. But by herself? That made him wonder about his mother's sex life. His dad, Steve, had died of a massive heart attack two years ago. He had been ten years older than his wife and had owned a successful, commercial printing company. He had also been overweight and had high blood pressure and couldn't be bothered to diet or exercise. He had died at work, in his office.

Robert's mother worked out regularly—aerobics, weights, and interval training. She kept herself in very good shape. She also continued to work full time as the sales staff supervisor at Macy's although she didn't need too. She hadn't needed to when her husband was alive. Then, after her husband had died, Kathy had found a buyer for the printing plant in a very short time and got nearly the price she originally had been asking for. With that money and the large life insurance policy Steve had taken out, well invested, she had enough now that she could retire and live comfortably for the rest of her life if she wanted to. But she didn't want to. She liked her job and liked working and couldn't imagine being a lady of leisure.

Thinking about his mother coming home for a "nooner" made Robert's cock begin to swell up again. "Jesus!" he said aloud. He went back to his room, closed and locked the door, threw his bag onto the floor. He took off his shirt and undid his jeans to 'free Willie'. Then he laid back on his bed and began stroking himself thinking about that double-ended dildo shoved into his mother's . . . .

"Hey!" Robert said out loud to himself. "Mom shaves her pussy." He just now remembered seeing her pussy with the dildo in it and there wasn't a hair anywhere.

He went back to visualizing the double-ended dildo in his mother's pussy and ass. He visualized her body. It was trim and athletic and tanned, with no tan lines, he now realized. He hadn't seen his mother's naked tits after he'd hit puberty and she had decided that it wouldn't be in his best interest to walk around the house naked. But today he had seen them . . . and he saw them as a man viewing a woman's breasts. She had been laying on her back and her tits were flattened somewhat, but not sliding off to the sides and under her armpits. They were a medium size with small areolas and large nipples, which had been quite erect.

Robert's mind wandered back to the fact that his mother had been fucking herself in the ass and the pussy at the same time. His cock was fully erect now and he was stroking it fast. His eyes were closed and he concentrated on what he had seen. In his mind's eye he was seeing, up close, the round, flexible dildo stuffed into his mother's tightly stretched asshole. The other end was shoved between the folds of her labia and who knows how deep into her pussy. . . or, for that matter, into her ass. He saw her left hand on the dildo where it bent into a 'U' and how that hand had been pushing rhythmically on the dildo. He saw her right hand holding the vibrator, moving it slowly around the top of her pussy lips, obviously stimulating her clitoris. And then he saw how her body had convulsed up and twisted sideways a little and heard, again, her loud cries and groans of pleasure as she achieved orgasm.

At that point, Robert, thinking about his mother fucking herself, cried out, "Oh God! Mom!" and his body shuddered with intense pleasure as he achieved his own orgasm. His hard, swollen cock spewed several shots of thick white cum up into the air, which then fell back down onto his body. It was one of the best orgasms from masturbation he had ever had and it both scared him and intrigued him..

2. How it continued

Robert's mother had come home that Friday and had been duly surprised that her son had come home for her birthday, which was the next day, Saturday. She didn't show any sign that she knew of him having come into the house earlier when she had been fucking herself.

They had dinner at home on Friday and went to a restaurant of Kathy's choice on Saturday. By Sunday afternoon Robert was headed back to college, a four hour drive.

At first, he had tried to put the image of his mother on her bed fucking herself, out of his head, but he couldn't. He went to his favorite free porn site and began looking up mother-son incest videos. He didn't like the choices, most of which seemed to be German or Russian and shot on the cheap. And, of course, who knew if he was watching a real mother and son having sex.

He then started to look for women who reminded him, even a little, of his mother and imagined that it was her. It didn't take too many times before he began imagining that he was the man fucking her. He knew that was sick, but it really got him off and he all but became addicted to it.

Now he was home for the summer and being here, in the house, close to his mother, was driving him crazy. After all the fantasizing he'd done at school about her now all he could think about was what it would be like to actually fuck his mother, to lick her pussy, to have her suck his cock, to fuck her in the ass, because she obviously liked anal sex.

Of course, he wasn't around her all day long. He had taken summer employment and his mother had her job to go to, Monday through Friday, from nine in the morning to six in the evening. But he saw her in the mornings just before he left for work, when she would walk into the kitchen wearing a T-shirt that was mid-thigh in length and, he was sure, nothing else. Oh, how he wanted to go up to her and reach under her T-shirt to see if she was wearing panties or not. And, oh, how he wanted to push her T-shirt up over her hips, free his cock from his jeans, pick his mother up and slid his cock into her pussy and begin fucking her right there against the wall in the kitchen.

Sometimes he fantasized about really doing that but, as strong as that fantasy was, he knew that he would do no such thing. His mother would scream and fight and be angry and disgusted and horrified. He would be embarrassed and disgraced and have to leave home. After all, he wasn't going to rape his mother. He wanted her willing participation. That's what his fantasy was, her wanting him as much as he wanted her. Still, he nearly always left for work with a stiffie just thinking about it.

In the evenings, his mother would come home take off her business clothes and put on a pair of shorts, which showed off her well-shaped and tanned legs, and a regular length T-shirt. Sometimes Robert could see the curve of her breasts and, when she moved just right, the points her nipples made in the light cotton fabric.

Because Robert had done so well in his first year of college, and because they didn't need the money, Kathy had told him that he didn't have to look for work, if he didn't want to. But he did want to. He hated laying around trying to fill his days with busy work or worse, doing nothing. So he had gone to the printing plant that his father had created by hard work and smart work and applied for a job. When the new owner found out that Robert could run several of the presses, from working for his father during summer breaks in high school, he hired him. Robert even got a day shift job.

As bad as mornings and evenings were, being around his mother with his new found appreciation for her sexually, weekends were worse. They had a large swimming pool in the back yard and his mother would swim a little and sun a little, wearing skimpy bikinis . . . and looking years younger than her age. Then she would lay on a chaise lounge under one of the large umbrellas and read.

Sometimes he'd have to go to his room and whack-off, imagining removing his mother's bikini by the pool and kissing her, caressing her, working his way down to her pussy and licking her, and finally fucking her on top of their towels at the side of the pool, her knees pulled up and thighs spread wide while her arms held him tightly and he fucked her pussy, or ass, in long fast strokes.

He had friends in town, of course, and went out on weekends, but that was usually at night. And he even dated a couple of girls he had known in high school, scoring with one of them right away. But as good as that sex was, and it was good, it couldn't take away the sexual fascination that he now had about his mother.

Then, one day while working at the printing plant, he got an idea. He would write about his sexual fantasy regarding his mother. He could write it on the desk top computer in his room and when his mother wasn't home he could send it to the printer in the office and print it out. Then he'd have his own little book about his mother and him having sex.

When Robert got home that day, he had been thinking about sex stories and erotic literature and went on-line to see what was there. Almost immediately he discovered a site called Literotica and spent the next hour or so exploring it. That is, when he saw the section on incest stories, he went there and started reading. He was amazed at all the stories about sons and mothers, not to mention the ones about daughters and fathers, mothers and daughters, brothers and sisters, cousins, aunts, uncles, and even grandparents all fucking each other. Either there were a lot of sick people in the world—such as himself—or incest, at least incest fantasy, was a normal part of human sexuality.

He decided then to write his story and submit it to Literotica. The thought of writing out his fantasies about his mother and publishing it where others, lots of others, would read it, excited and aroused him.

Robert made several attempts before deciding to tell the story just as he had seen it—his mother masturbating—followed by how he fantasized about seducing her and fucking her. But, of course, he didn't use his or his mother's real names. Now, he was finishing up his second chapter. In it, his mother had just finish sucking his cock and swallowing a big hot load of his cum. The first chapter was about his mother masturbating, as he had seen her when he had come home for her birthday. He had titled the story "Mom and Me." Not very original, he knew, but just seeing the title and knowing what he was writing excited him.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Robert was home alone this weekend. His mother had gone to a seminar in San Francisco. Robert hit "save" then got up from his computer and answered the door. When he opened it, he was looking at his best buddy from high school, John Thompson.

"Dude!" I heard you were in town," John said.

"My God, John! How is the Army treating you?"

"Could be worse. And it's about to. I'm shipping out for Afghanistan on Wednesday."

"Oh shit! Buddy, I don't know what to say."

"Not a problem. Just wish me good luck . . . and come with us. Look, I've got Darla out in the car. We're going to my Uncle Dave's place in the country. Kenny, Tamara, Jolene, Jared and, hell, I don't know who else are going to be there. Uncle Dave's going to buy the beer, but we have to spend the night. You with us Robert?"

"Well, I . . . ."

"Come on buddy. I'm your best friend. You've got to come. Hell! You don't even need a change of clothes. We're going to party, get drunk, fuck, do whatever. You know. You can wake up grungy and I'll bring you home to shower and recuperate from your hangover . . . 'cause you know you're going to have one."

"Okay. You're right, John. Let's go." Now that Robert thought about it, a party, especially a send-off party for John, seeing that he was going into a war zone, was something that he could really get into.

"You need to tell your mom or anything?

"Nope, she's gone for the weekend. All I have to do is close and lock this door," Robert said as he stepped outside, closed the door, took his keys from his pocket and locked the front door. The rest of the house was locked up, he knew.

"But, I'll take my own car. I want to bring a friend. That is, can I bring a friend?"

"Male or female Robbie boy?"

"Female, of course."

"Well, duh! Then of course you can. And, when you're passed out, maybe I'll get a little sympathy from her." John leered and chuckled at Robert.

"And maybe you won't make it to Afghanistan, buddy, what with having a couple of broken arms" Robert responded.

They both broke out laughing.

"You know how to get to my uncle Dave's place?"

"Yep. I'll be there as soon as I can."

Robert walk to the curb where his car and John's were parked. "Hi Darla."

"Hi Robert. So you're coming to the party?"

"Wouldn't miss it. I'm going to go pick up a friend . . . that is, if she can come. If not, well, I'll be there anyway."

"Cool," Darla smiled at him. "See you there."



3. How Robert's mother found out about his fantasy

By early Sunday afternoon Robert hadn't made it home yet, but his mother had. She noticed that his car wasn't parked at the curb, but thought nothing of it. As Kathy was carrying her overnight bag down the hall, she glanced into Roberts room and noticed that his computer screen saver was on. She sighed because she didn't like wasting electricity. After putting her bag on her bed she went back to Robert's room to "save" and then turn off her son's computer. No telling how long he had been gone, nor how long he would be gone.
As Kathy moved the mouse, the screen saver went off and a Word Document appear. She was about to click on the "save" icon when her eyes wandered over the text on the screen. She gasped and sat down in the chair in front of the monitor. As she read what was on the page that was showing, her heartbeat went up. She scrolled back to the top and gasped again as she read the title to the document: "Mom and Me."

Kathy read the first chapter, realizing that, although the names were different, this story had to be about herself and her son. He had described a particular type of masturbation that she did on a fairly frequent basis. Her heart was beating very hard in her chest now. She went on to fully read the second chapter and was shocked even more.

Oh my God, Kathy thought to herself, my son not only must have seen me masturbating, he's fantasizing about having sex with me. But when did he see me? I've been really careful since he's come home from college. And then she realized that it must have happened the day before her birthday, a Friday. The Friday that Robert had come home to surprised her for her birthday. That could have been the only time he could have seen her. She remembered very well using the double dildo in her pussy and ass on that day, as well as the small vibrator on her clitoris.

Kathy briefly toyed with the idea of deleting the story. But then her son would know that she had seen it. He might not confront her about it, probably wouldn't, all things considered, but it might cause an underlying tension between them that she didn't want. She loved her son. Kathy decided she had to seriously think about this. So, instead of deleting it she clicked save then shut down the computer.

Kathy's mind was in a whirl. Her heart had calmed down some but she didn't quite know what to think about this turn of events. She knew that she was an attractive woman. She knew that her son was an attractive young man. She also knew that her sex life was non-existent except for her masturbation, and that she was a very libidinous woman. She like sex a lot. That's why she would frequently come home on her lunch hour and satisfy herself sexually. Since her husband's sudden death, she just couldn't bring herself to date or look for another sex partner. Of course, at her age, most of the good men were taken and the thought of taking a younger lover scared her a little, afraid she might make a fool of herself. And she surely didn't want to be the lover of a married man.

Never in her life would she have expected that her son would fantasize about having sex with her, his mother, an incestuous relationship. Kathy had always been a very sexually open woman before she was married, and even after. She was never shocked or outraged at bizarre sexual practices that she saw in the videos she watched, as long as they depicted consenting adults. She used them vicariously to enhance her own sexual life with her husband.

Kathy had never watched any incest videos because the thought of incest never turned her on. But now? Now her son was fantasizing about fucking her. How could that be? But then, she thought, he was probably an average horny young man and he had seen his mother in a compromising situation . . . . Hell! It was more than compromising. It had been a scene of blatant raw self-sex that her son had seen his mother in.

Kathy decided she needed a shower. Once the hot spray was pounding her body, her thoughts went to the second chapter that Robert had written. In it he had her on his bed, between his legs, sucking his cock . . . and coming in her mouth. She had to admit, given her innate sexuality, that image would have excited her, except for the fact that it was her son's cock she would have been sucking and letting come in her mouth.

Still, she felt a tingle in her loins and automatically reached down to touch herself. She began to rub her clitoris ever so lightly . . . and moaned with pleasure. She thought about her handsome son's athletic body, of him touching her, of her sucking his cock, of him licking her pussy. God! Those thoughts shouldn't have sexually excited her, but they did.

If only he wasn't my son, she thought. I wouldn't have a problem fucking him if he was someone else's son. But then, she thought, he's already thinking about having sex with me . . . and he's right here, at home and, and . . . .

Oh, now I am in trouble, Kathy told herself as she turned her back to the shower and began to play with her pussy in earnest. I'm seriously thinking of having sex with my son. A few minutes later her body convulsed with a wonderful and wonderfully strong orgasm as she, with eyes closed, imagined her son fucking her. Actually, her mind was skipping between several images: Robert licking her pussy, her sucking his cock, him fucking her pussy, and him fucking her in the ass.

Kathy gasped and came and shuddered then stood there under the shower spray recovering.

Oh yes, she thought, I'm in trouble. But she was pleased with the intensity of her climax. She wondered if she should stay in the shower while she tried for a second orgasm thinking incestuous thoughts about fucking her son. Of course, she knew she could never really do such a thing. It was just too bizarre and wrong to think about actually having sex with her own son.

However, she quickly rationalized, merely fantasizing about it couldn't hurt, could it? She definitely knew the difference between fantasy and reality. And her son was such a, a, well, a hunk—handsome, muscular, intelligent, kind, funny— any woman would be proud to have such a lover. Even myself, Kathy thought, but only in my fantasies, of course.

She knew that even fantasizing about having sex with her son would be considered terribly wrong by society in general. But she also had to admit to herself, even though she was a "normal" mother in all other things, there was just something, now that the idea was planted in her mind, about the terribly taboo nature of an incestuous relationship with her son that piqued her sexual curiosity.

Kathy spent the extra time in the shower. After she got out and dried herself she checked her body out in the big bathroom mirror. She was 5' 5" tall and 110 pounds and her measurements were 33C-23-34.

She held her breasts from below and massaged them gently then pinched her nipples and felt a warm arrow of pleasure make its way to her pussy.

No, she wasn't a young woman anymore, but her body was holding up pretty good, as well as her face. No one thought she was actually 45; late 30's, maybe 40 at the oldest. She could still turn the heads of even young men when she was walking through the mall, down the street, or into a restaurant.

Kathy ran her hands sensually up and down her flat stomach then reached between her legs to give her pussy lips a firm squeeze. It felt good. She raised her hands to cup her breasts again and pinched her nipples with her thumbs and forefingers. She shivered with the pleasure of caressing her own body and of the memory of her incestuous thoughts in the shower and the two really good climaxes that had resulted from those thoughts.

Smiling at herself in the mirror, almost laughing, Kathy shook her head. "I think you just may be going crazy, old lady, from lack of getting a good fuck thrown into you on a regular basis," she said out loud. Kathy entered her bedroom and found a comfortable pair of shorts to wear, no panties, and a T-shirt, no bra, then lay down on the bed to take a short nap.

Her body was very relaxed now from what she had done in the shower. She began to slowly drift off to sleep, with snatches of images in her head of sucking her son's big cock and of him lowering himself over her and entering her pussy, stretching it deliciously with its thickness.

Kathy wondered, sleepily, if her son actually had a big cock. Not that it mattered. She knew that she would never see it, at least not in any personal, sexual way. So, she decided, if she was going to fantasize about it she might as well imagine it as a long, thick, pussy-filling, pussy-stretching cock.

Am I going to continue to fantasize about incest with my son, Kathy wondered to herself? She yawned. What happened in the shower was great but is it right for me to.............. And she drifted off to sleep.

4. How Kathy checked on what Robert wrote

Monday through Friday Robert left for work at 6:30 and Kathy at 8:15. The first thing she would do after she was sure he was out of the house and had driven away, was to go into his room and turn on his computer. She would open up his document page and click on the title "Mom and Me" to see what, if anything, Robert had written the night before.

Most mornings there were additions to the story. After Robert had his mother sucking his cock and coming in her mouth, he went down on her and licked her until she had "a screaming orgasm." Kathy liked it when she read it and used it to get off in the shower that morning, screaming as she came, imagining her son giving her wonderful "head."

Another day, he wrote about putting her up against the wall in the kitchen, stuffing her "tight little pussy" with his "big cock" and fucking her until she came twice, after which he "filled her beautiful little fuck hole" with his "hot, thick cum." Whew! That image really got her off in the shower the morning she read it. It also made her wonder, again, if her son really had a "big cock," or if that was just how a young man wanted to think of his cock.

The weekend came and Robert didn't write anything. He had gone out with friends both Friday and Saturday night. But on Monday morning there was a new entry to the story. This time Robert had his mother bent over the dining room table. He had her dressed in black, thigh-high stockings and black stiletto high heels and nothing else. He lubed her anal sphincter with butter he had brought in from the kitchen. After he had rubbed a liberal amount of butter around Kathy's asshole he gently slid first one, then two and, finally, three fingers inside her, carefully stretching her anal sphincter then finger-fucking her ass for a couple of minutes. He reached under his mother's body with his other hand and rubbed her clit. Then he pulled his fingers out of her ass and lubed up his cock.

Just reading what her son had written was getting Kathy's pussy wet and her heart was thudding heavily in her chest. She was sitting at Robert's desk wearing an oversized T-shirt and nothing else. Kathy slid her hand between her legs and began rubbing her clit while she continued to read.

After lubing up his cock with the butter, and wiping his hand's off on a hand towel, that he had thoughtfully brought to the dining room table, he grabbed his thick, hard erection near his body and pushed his cock head up against his mother's greased up asshole.

Kathy was breathing heavily now. Anal sex was something that she particularly enjoyed, even though her husband, unlike most men, had never really gotten into it. Her fingers were sluicing through her now very wet pussy lips as well as rubbing over her clitoris. She was imagining really being bent over the dining room table, in the stocking and high heels, and having her son actually rubbing butter over her asshole, sliding his fingers into her asshole and carefully stretching it, then getting ready to shove his thick cock through her tight anal sphincter.

She went back to reading what Robert had written. His cock head pressed against her tight asshole and mushroomed for a second before slowly stretching open her back door hole and pushing on through the anal canal and into her rectum. His rigid shaft followed until he was balls deep inside her.

At that point, Kathy grunted and panted and came . . . and came . . . and came. Her hand was soaked with her pussy juice and she was sure some of it had wet the chair she was sitting on, but she didn't care.

When she had recovered from her orgasm, Kathy sucked on her fingers as she got up and went into her bathroom to wash off her hand and wipe her pussy. Then she went back into Robert's room to shut off his computer. It was time for her to get ready for work. She saw that there was a wet stain on the chair she had been sitting in, about three inches in diameter.

Kathy got down on her knees and sniffed at it. She could smell the essence of her pussy and smiled wickedly. She decided to let it dry by itself without trying to clean it. When it had dried it wouldn't, or shouldn't, be noticeable. And if it was, oh well.

The thought of her son writing about fucking her, his mother, while sitting in the chair that she had just gotten wet from her pussy juices while coming from reading what he had written, gave Kathy a perverse but very pleasant feeling.

"Oh Kathy, you sick bitch," she said out loud to herself. She laughed and shook her head then shut down her son's computer.

5. How Robert's story ended

By Friday, Robert had finished writing his fantasy about fucking his mother. He didn't go out that night. He spent hours editing his story until it was as good, and error free, as he could make it. He had re-titled it "A Chance Encounter," and wrote a tag line stating: "Son helps his sex-starved mother and himself." Then he went to the Literotica site and submitted the story.

Kathy noticed that Robert hadn't gone out and that he stayed up late in his room. She was curious. She never tried to see what Robert had written on the weekends because he was around or could return at any moment or she was off shopping or visiting friends. Monday morning was her usual time to check after the weekend, but that Monday she had an important meeting and had to leave the house earlier than usual. Tuesday she got up late and had to hurry to get ready for work. But Wednesday morning proceeded as it should and, eager with anticipation, she sat at her son's computer and started it up.

When she clicked on the documents page she didn't see the title "Mom and Me." That's strange, she thought, and scanned over the various document titles again. Then she saw a title that read "A Chance Encounter." Had he changed the title, Kathy wondered? She clicked on the title and there it was, the same story.

Kathy scrolled down to where she had left off reading her son's incest fantasy. It only took a minute or so of reading to elicit a shocked gasp from her. She kept reading and was, again, getting really turned on at the imagery her son created about fucking her.

Once again, he was fucking her in the ass, after fucking her mouth and pussy. Only this time he had written how she had cleaned out her ass, her rectum, and her colon completely so that she could experience ass-to-mouth. Her son had also written about holding a glass under her ass after he had come in it so that she could push all his thick, gooey cum out into the glass and then drink it. This was obviously an idea straight out of some porn movie fantasy. What normal woman would do such a thing?

"Robert, you are one sick bastard," Kathy said out loud.

She watched porn sometimes to enhance her masturbation sessions. She had seen ass-to-mouth but had never thought of doing it herself. It was fascinating in a way, but at the same time it seemed really sick to her. But the way Robert had written it, with her colon completely cleaned out then sucking his cock after he had fucked her in the ass and, finally, drinking his cum after she squirted it back out of her ass, well, it didn't really seem sick at all. In fact, Kathy now thought that it was something that she would like to try. It was so . . . naughty, so perverse, so taboo, especially considering the incest angle of it. Imagining actually doing that with her son was extremely sexually arousing to her.

"You may be a sick bastard Robert," Kathy said out loud, "but you must get it from me, because your writing has made my pussy wet again."

Kathy slid her hand between her legs and began to masturbate. She scrolled down to the very bottom of the page and saw a note. It said: "Submitted to Literotica, then gave a date and time.

"Literotica? What the hell is Literotica?"

Kathy pulled her hand out from between her labia and sucked her pussy juice from her fingers then dried them on her T-shirt. Tasting her own vaginal lubrication had always been somewhat of a minor kinky turn-on for her.

Once she got onto the Internet, Kathy typed "Literotica" into the search bar. Several options popped up. She scanned them and chose the one that had the URL of literotica.com. In a short time she was on the page with the story index. Logically, she clicked on "New."

Kathy quickly scanned the list of titles and saw "A Chance Encounter," by HotforMom. That made her smile. If what her son had written was truly what he felt then he most definitely was hot for his mom. There was also a little red square with an upper case "H" in it. She wondered what that meant. She suspected that it meant "HOT". And, finally, there was a tag line: "Son helps his sex-starved mother and himself."

Kathy laughed. Oh yeah, she thought, Robert has been helping his sex-starved mother all right, even if he doesn't know it.

She clicked on the title and there was Robert's story with all its incestuous oral, vaginal, and anal details. Kathy's heart was racing. The names were changed but she knew that this story was about her, a real mother, not some made up one, and her son, her real son and his fantasy to have sex with her, his mother, every way a boy could have sex with his mother, and then some. And now, who knew how many people would be reading this story.

Kathy stuck her hand between her legs again and began to rub her wet pussy, only to realize that she had spent more time at the computer than she usually did. If she didn't get a move on, she would be late for work. She shut down her son's computer and rushed off to take a shower.

6. How Kathy tried out one of Robert's story ideas

At work, Kathy could think of little else but the story that Robert had written and published on the Literotica web site. Her mind was full of what her son had written about how he would fuck her, as well as all the ways he would fuck her. Kathy had no doubt that Robert was masturbating to his fantasy, thinking about really having sex with his mother. Hell! She certainly was. Why would he write it if he didn't really want to do it?

That was the question. Kathy was now at the point, from reading Robert's fantasy and masturbating to it, that she wasn't sure that she really wouldn't have sex with her son, should the opportunity come up. But how would an opportunity present itself, she wondered? Her body was actually trembling slightly because she was now thinking about and actually wanting to make Robert's fantasy into a reality.

Kathy was shocked with herself. Was she that sex-starved? Was she that perverted that she could actually contemplate fucking her own son? She was sure she could walk through the store and find a man, even a young man, that she could, as they say, hook up with for sex. Why didn't she do that?

Was it because she had gotten so deeply involved into this fantasy of Robert's? Or that she already knew her son, knew his habits, liked him as well as loved him, and that he was a very attractive young man on top of that? Or that it would be so damned convenient with both of them living in the same house? Was the line between fantasy and reality beginning to blur in her mind? Had she already crossed that line mentally? She wasn't sure. What she was sure of was that her body responded to the fantasy as though it was reality. Her many orgasms from masturbation, obtained by reading her son's fantasy about fucking her, proved that.

Okay, Kathy, she told herself, just calm down. She realized that her heart was racing just by letting herself think about actually having sex with her son . Let's say, she continue to herself, you and Robert do become lovers. No one else would know about it. Of course no one else would know about it! But would the reality be the same as the fantasy? Kathy took a deep breath and let it out slowly. There was only one way to find out.
Did she even dare think about confronting Robert? Did she dare think about really making his fantasy, and now hers, a reality? Fantasizing about having sex with her son was one thing, but actually doing it was a whole other thing. And there was another thing to consider. What if she confronted Robert about it, letting him know that she had read his story and that she was willing to help him make it a reality . . . and he refused? But why would he refuse? Hell! She didn't know. Maybe it was just a fantasy for him, not something that he really wanted to do. But she had a hard time believing that.

She did know what her body was telling her, however. By ten-thirty she had barely gotten any work done and whenever she was sitting at her desk, she was rhythmically squeezing her thighs together, stimulating her pussy which, at those times, got wet enough to soak the crotch of her panties. Once she had nearly gotten off, only to be interrupted by her assistant, Diane, as she was nearly at the point of orgasm.

"Are you feeling all right, Kathy," Diane had asked. "You look . . . like . . . well, like you're not really well."

"You know, Diane, you're right. I really am feeling like I'm coming down with something. I'm going to take the rest of the day off."

Kathy knew this wouldn't be a problem. Diane was a capable assistant. The sales staff were experienced and everything was running smoothly. Her boss was always telling her that she worked too hard and needed to take more time for herself. So, now, she would. Then she could go home and masturbate and masturbate and maybe masturbate again and relieve this incestuous sexual itch that was plaguing her.

Before Kathy left work she had a wonderfully wicked idea. She called a health spa that specialized in colon hydrotherapy and was able to make an immediate appointment. Kathy was going to her colon cleaned out, just like Robert had written. Then she would go home, slide one of her dildos up her ass and fuck herself, pulling it out from time-to-time to suck on it, as if it was her son's cock.

When Kathy got to the spa, she told the technician that she wanted two sessions. The technician said that that was highly unusual and had to talk to her supervisor. The supervisor came to talk to Kathy and Kathy, eventually, convinced the supervisor that if the first one cleaned her out, then the second one surely couldn't hurt her as it would just be the purified water running through her empty colon and that she just wanted to be sure that she was totally cleaned out. She got her way.

Kathy had butterflies in her stomach by the time she got home, just thinking about what she was going to do. She went straight to her bathroom and took a quick but thorough shower. It was just a little after one o'clock when Kathy finished her shower and she was feeling a little hungry.

She laughed at herself as she cut up a banana into some vanilla-flavored yogurt. "I just cleaned out the bottom and now I'm shoving it in at the top."

Back in her bedroom Kathy placed a bath towel on the bed, got out some edible sexual lubricant—cherry flavored—and a dildo that looked like a large erect penis, complete with veins and a big swollen head. She spread her legs and squirted some lube on her fingers, then rubbed it all around her anus then slowly worked three fingers into her ass hole. After a few in and out strokes she pulled her fingers out and brought them up to her mouth. She hesitated then slid them into her mouth and suck the flavored lubricant off of each one. She could only taste the lubricant. Next, she grabbed the dildo and squeezed some lubricant on it then smeared it all over the head and most of the shaft.

Kathy took a deep excited breath, thinking about what her son had written about fucking her ass after it had been cleaned out. She pushed the firm but pliable, head of the dildo up against her anal sphincter and kept the pressure up without shoving too hard to let her asshole slowly open up. It was almost at the point of pain when the head of the dildo gradually slid through her anal canal and into her rectum.

First she gasped, then she sighed, feeling the familiar and, to her, oh so pleasant feeling of a tightly stretched anus. After a few seconds she started to slowly fuck the dildo in and out of her ass, going deeper and deeper with every stroke, filling her rectum with it. Finally, she had all of it stuffed into her bottom that she could. She also loved the feeling of having her ass stuffed full with a man's hard cock or a dildo.

Kathy let the dildo stay there, buried deep in her ass for a while, then she pulled it all the way out and brought it to her nose, where she sniffed it carefully. Not smelling anything foul, Kathy tentatively licked the head of the dildo. She only tasted the cherry flavor so she slid as much of the dildo in her mouth as she could, thinking of doing this with Robert. As she fucked her mouth with the dildo, licking and sucking on it, her other hand reached down to her clit and began to rub it.

Kathy pulled the dildo from her mouth. "That was okay," she said out loud to herself. She shoved the dildo back into her ass and began fucking herself with it with one hand while her other hand was rubbing her pussy and clitoris

"Yes, that's it, Robert," Kathy said out loud. "Fuck my poor little asshole with that big cock of yours.

Kathy moaned. She was really getting into it. She pictured how her son looked with his shirt off. All that lean, muscular, tanned young man's body, his handsome face and, of course, his long, thick, vein-bulging cock fucking her in the ass.

And that's all it took. Kathy was coming and coming hard, her anal sphincter squeezing firmly and rhythmically around the dildo. She was breathing hard as she slowly slid the dildo out of her ass. She held it up in the air for a few seconds as the last of her orgasm faded away, then she brought it to her mouth and slid it in.

Kathy sucked on the dildo, ran her tongue around it, tasted it and sucked on it some more. All she could taste was the cherry flavor and the essence of, well, her ass, but nothing foul or nasty. She wiped her ass good with the towel then wet her first two finger in her mouth and shoved them into her ass, rubbing them all around the lower part of her rectum. It was like she was testing over and over again how clean her ass was . . . or maybe it was just that she was perversely excited about tasting her ass, something she had never done before. When she pulled her fingers out she sniffed them. They smelled clean, certainly not like shit. Then she sucked them into her mouth. They tasted clean with just a hint of cherry. Yes, she thought excitedly, I could do this with Robert. In fact, I really want to do this with Robert.

But of course, Kathy wanted to do everything with her son that he had written about in his incest story and more, if and when they became lovers. And she now definitely hoped they would. She was obsessed with that goal. She would confront Robert as soon as she could and hoped with all her sexy, sensual, libidinous, and now it seemed, incestuous heart that he, too, was willing to make his fantasy into reality.

Kathy looked at the clock beside her bed. It was three o'clock. Robert was getting off work now and would be home by three-thirty. She wondered if she could confront her son about his story today if the opportunity presented itself. She wondered if she would actually be able to ask her son to have an incestuous affair with her. It was a scary thought considering that Robert might be shocked and disgusted. But it was also a sexually exciting thought, because Kathy really believed that Robert was as enthralled with his fantasy as she was and would jump at the chance to make it a reality.

She got up, put the lubricant away, grabbed the towel and put it in the bathroom hamper. Then she washed and dried her pussy and ass at the sink. Back in the bedroom, Kathy put on a comfortable pair of shorts, no panties and one of her favorite T-shirts, no brassiere. She laid back on the bed and thought about fucking her son, about sucking his cock, about him licking her pussy and, of course, about him fucking her in the ass. Even though she had just had an orgasm, Kathy was becoming aroused again and wanting more.

As she lay there, she reached under her shorts and gently stroked her pussy. With her other hand she reached up under her T-shirt and stimulated her nipples, caressing them, then pinching and tugging on them, to make them stiff and erect. When Robert came home she wanted to make sure he saw her nipples poking against the fabric of her shirt.

7. How Kathy confronted her son

At three twenty-five, Kathy heard Robert putting his key in the front door lock. She dredged her fingers through her labia and gave her clitoris one last rubbing stroke, put the fingers of that hand to her mouth and sucked her vaginal lubrication off of them then wiped them dry on the bottom of her T-shirt. Next she used both hand to give her nipples a last caress and tweaking. With that and her aroused state of mind, Kathy's nipples were as erect as they could be, poking firmly against her T-shirt. She got up and started down the hall.

"That you Robert?" she called out. But, of course it was. Who else could it have been?

"Yeah. Hey Mom?" he responded as he came around the corner from the entrance foyer into the hall. "I called your work and they told me. . . ." He hesitated, as his mother walked towards him. He could clearly see her nipples pressing against her T-shirt.

"And . . . they . . . uh," His eyes stared for a second too long at his mother's tits. When he looked up his mother was looking directly at him and she had a strange, mischievous smile on her face.

Robert felt himself beginning to blush. He swallowed. "They, uh, said you weren't feeling well and went home." He paused as his mother stopped right in front of him, still smiling that mysterious smile. "Are you okay, Mom?"

"Yes, honey, I'm fine. I just needed to take some time off. But, uh, why did you called the store anyway?"

Before Robert could answer, Kathy reached her arms around her son's neck, stood on her tiptoes, and gave him a quick, but slightly un-motherly kiss on the lips. She shifted her arms down to hug him around the chest and pressed her body against him firmly, laying her head against his chest.

"But thanks for your concern." Kathy's heart was pounding and she had a hard time controlling her voice to make it sounded normal and relaxed. She had forgotten she had asked him a question.

Robert was flummoxed and still embarrassed that his mother had caught him staring at her tits, which were now pressed firmly against his chest and causing his cock to start swelling with arousal. After a second's hesitation, he embraced his mother and hugged her back.

Kathy pushed away from her son and began to go around him, casually, seemingly accidentally, brushing her hand across his crotch. Even thought is was a light, brushing touch, she was sure she detected a firmness there and smiled to herself.

His mother's accidental touching of his crotch was like a jolt of electricity to Robert and made his dick harder.

"So why did you call?" she asked as she headed for the kitchen.

"I thought I was going to have to work a second shift and I just wanted to let you know. But, uh, Jim, a guy I work with, really needs the hours and I asked the boss to let him work."

Kathy continued on to the kitchen and got a bottle of Riesling out of the refrigerator.

"Open this for us, please." She handed the bottle to her son. She got down two large wine glasses from their rack and set them on the family room side of the counter. Kathy walked around the counter and sat at one of the three bar stools.

Robert wondered what was going on. It was unusual for his mother to have a glass of wine this time of day. Of course, she wasn't usually home this time of day. And to take down two glasses, obviously to share the wine with him was unusual also, since he was only nineteen and she wasn't one of those parents who were liberal about teen-aged kids drinking at home. Still, he didn't say anything. He opened the bottle, brought it over to the counter, and poured each glass about one-third full.

"Come over here, Robert, and sit beside me." Kathy patted the stool next to her. She was trembling with excitement. She was about to confront her son about his story . . . and how she felt about it . . . what she wanted to do.

Robert thought his mother was still acting kind of strange and he could see that her nipples were still erect but, considering all the fantasizing he had done about having sex with her for the last few months, he was happy to do as she asked.

When he was settled on the stool, Kathy held up her wine glass. "To a fun life," she toasted.

Robert smiled, still confused, clinked glasses with her and repeated: "To a fun life."

They both took a swallow of the crisp, chilled wine.

Kathy, with heart pounding hard, figured there was no better way to approach the subject than to just get right to it.

"Robert," she began, "I, uh, well, you see, I read your story." She swivel her stool seat part way towards him. Her shapely tanned legs were crossed and her knees were now touching Robert's leg. She looked directly at her son when she said this.

It took a couple of moments for what his mother had just said to sink in, then his eyes went wide and he started blushing again. Then he started to get angry. His mother had snooped in his room, on his computer.

Kathy was watching the play of emotions on her son's face. "It was an accident . . . how I first saw it. You had left your computer on. I came home and was going to shut it off and glanced down before I "saved" it and what you had written just jumped out at me."

"Mom . . . ." Robert hesitated. What did she suspect? That it was about her and him? Bad enough that it was an incest story but . . . . "Mom," he started again.

"I really liked it," Kathy interrupted him.

She raised her eyebrows at her son twice and gave him a huge grin. The shock on his face was quite apparent.

"It's about us, isn't it," Kathy continued. "Or rather, it's your fantasy about, well, fucking your mother, right? Saying that out loud to her son excited Kathy even more and her pussy was beginning to get wet.

Robert opened his mouth to say something. Then close it. Kathy waited. He swallowed, took a deep breath. "Mom, I'm really sorry. You see . . . ." He hesitated again. How could he make her see? That seemed silly, all things considered.

"Robert, I said that I liked it. I mean, I really liked it. I've been masturbating to it nearly every chance I get." Admitting that to her son should have shocked her, but it only excited Kathy even more. "And," she continued, "I imagine, that you do to, right? Masturbate to your fantasy?"

Robert nodded his head absently. He took a couple of seconds, looking past his mother's head. Then it all clicked with him. He smiled suddenly and looked his mother directly in the eyes. "You really liked it. I mean, you're not disgusted or angry or outraged?"

Kathy put a hand gently on the back of her son's neck. "No, sweetie, I'm not angry or disgusted." Her voice almost quavered with emotion. "And what I really want to know is if . . . well . . . Robert, would you like to make your fantasy into a reality." She held her breath, her heart pounding, her whole body tingling in anticipation.

Robert was plainly shocked. Again he opened his mouth, then closed it. "You mean really make it a reality . . . uh, uh, you and me, uh . . . ."

"Yes, Robert. You and me making your fantasy our reality . . . doing everything you wrote about, being lovers."

Robert's eyes gleamed with excitement. His face broke out in a big grin. "Are you sure, Mom?"

He swiveled his seat towards his mother. Kathy uncrossed her legs and captured her son's knees between hers, squeezing firmly. Her action sent another little shock through Robert's body because this wasn't accidentally touching his crotch or casually brushing her knees against his. It was now sexually charged touching. He raised his hands to cup his mother's face.

"Are you sure?" he asked again.

"Yes, Robert, I am quite sure. Now give me a kiss."

Kathy gently pulled her son's head towards her for a kiss. Lips touched and explored a little. Lips opened and pressed together. Tongues tentatively touched each other. The kiss became long, exploratory, with a whole lot of tongue and tasting each other. Both of them had their eyes closed. Both of their hearts were beating very hard. Robert's cock was becoming fully erect quickly. Kathy's pussy was beginning to make a wet spot in the crotch of her shorts.

When they finally pulled apart they were both breathing heavily.

"Oh wow, Mom, that was possibly the best kiss I've ever had!"

Kathy leaned in for a couple of sweet, short kisses with just a little tongue. "Yeah, I thought it was pretty great, too."

"But," Robert started, "I mean were talking about, well, you know . . . ." Robert hesitated.

"Incest? Is that the word you were looking for?"

Robert laughed. "Yeah, Mom. Incest." Then he laughed again.

"What," Kathy asked.

"Oh it's just something silly I heard someone say once. 'Incest is best as long as you keep it in the family.'"

Kathy gave a chuckle, then raised her wine glass again. "Then my handsome son, here's to incest and to really good sex between us."

Robert clink his glass against his mother's and they both took a big swallow.

8. How Robert and his mother began to consummate their shared fantasy

Kathy put her glass down, then got off her stool and took a couple of steps away from the counter. She had just had an impromptu and impulsive thought. One that was all Kathy from her younger days.

With her back to her son, she unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts and let them fall down around her feet. Her T-shirt barely covered her ass. She bent forward, keeping her legs straight, and put her arms around her calves, pulling her body down until her head could touch her knees. She peered up at Robert from around her left knee and smile up at him. Her shiny brown hair hung straight down. Kathy's T-shirt, of course, had ridden up over her firm buttocks, teasing Robert not only with the sight of those lovely globes, but also of her fat pussy lips squeezed between her thighs.

Next she straightened up and kicked her shorts out of the way. She looked coyly at Robert over her shoulder. He had a huge grin on his face, but didn't say anything. This was his mother's show and he was enjoying it, as much or maybe even more than she was.

Kathy turned to face her son then reached down to grab the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it up over her head and cast it aside. She stood there, naked in front of her son with her arms above her head, her hands pressed together, palm to palm. Still, neither one of them said anything.

Robert was in a daze. There stood his mother, completely naked in front of him, all five feet five inches of her. Her body was firm and toned and tan—all over, no tan lines. No, she wasn't a twenty-something girl. She was a mature woman and she was beautiful.

Her shoulder-length brown hair, with natural auburn highlights, was so fine and straight that when she turned her head quickly it shimmered and rippled as it caught up with her movements.

It framed an oval face with even features, high cheekbones, light green eyes, a straight nose, strong chin, and a mouth with well-shaped lips.

Kathy had always thought her mouth was a bit too small. Robert, now that he had been looking at his mother in a sexual light for some months, love his mother's mouth. He loved its size and the shape of its lips. He had wanted to kiss it for as long as he had been fantasizing about fucking her. He preferred its smaller size rather than if it had been a wide mouth. Besides, he had been fantasizing how it would make his big cock look even bigger with her lips stretched tightly around it.
Even though his mother's breasts weren't big, they were well-shaped rounded domes of woman flesh with no sag to them at all. He thought they looked wonderful. The areolas were small and dark. Her nipples, which were large and prominent, were only slightly lighter in color.

His mother's nipples, those lovely blunt points that had teased Robert whenever he saw them poking against the fabric of her T-shirts or bikini tops after he had started fantasizing about having sex with her, were now fully erect, sticking straight out from her breasts. He wanted to get his mouth on them, to suck them, lick them, and gently, but firmly bite them.

Robert's cock was fully erect and uncomfortably squished under his jeans and boxer briefs. He reached down inside his pants to adjust it so that it was straight up against his abdomen.

Kathy smiled as she watched her son adjust his cock. Then, with her hands still above her head, she stood on her tiptoes and pirouetted 360 degrees. Her lustrous hair shimmied and flowed as she moved. When she was facing her son again, she stood flat-foot with her feet shoulder width apart and put her hands on her hips.

"Well what do you think, Robert? I know that I'm not a young woman. Do you still want to . . ." she paused for effect ". . . fuck me?"

Kathy's body was trembling. She was sure she knew what his answer would be, but was excited about asking it and excitedly waiting to hear her son's answer.

Kathy was no fool. She knew she was damned good looking, both face and body. Plus, she was one of those women who had a certain, indefinable something that some women have that naturally attract men, and even those women who are attracted to other women. She would probably look good at age sixty. Kathy had been—still was—approached by men much younger than her who wanted to take her out. But she had always remained faithful to Steve when he was alive, and to his memory after he had died. But then, she had never been interested in younger men. Until now, that is.

She knew that, in a way, taking her son as her lover wouldn't be any different than if she had taken some other younger man. Except, of course, that this would be incest, which now, after reading her son's story and masturbating to it, excited her more than anything had ever sexually excited her in her life.

She was a highly sexual woman and sometimes she got so horny she could almost make herself come just by thinking about fucking. Masturbation was okay. But it wasn't the same as having a man she loved fucking her with his hard dick, feeling his body, his muscles, smelling him, tasting him, caressing his skin. Now, here, was an answer to her own fantasies, a handsome, virile young man—that she loved—to make hot, passionate love to her. To fuck her good and hard, and long, and often, like she wanted it. And this opportunity was right here under her roof. She wasn't going to pass it up.

Robert looked his mother up and down, dazed that this was happening, that this was his gorgeous mother standing naked in front of him offering herself to him for sex. He took in her beautiful face, neck and shoulders and collarbone—so sexy—her lovely breasts with their tantalizing nipples, her small waist and flat stomach, her well-formed thighs and calves . . . and, of course, her totally naked pussy with its plump outer labia where, he thought, he could detect just a glint of wetness between them.

He lifted his eyes to meet his mother's. "Oh, Mom! My God!" Robert answered her. "You're gorgeous! You're beautiful! You're hot! You're sexy! Oh yeah, Mom, I want to fuck you now more than ever."

Her son's enthusiasm made Kathy grin and she glowed with pleasure. She held out her arms to him.

Robert got off his stool and came to her. He put his arms around her and bent down to kiss her again, affectionately, sweetly, barely able to restrain the passion that he felt. He hugged her naked body tightly to his, feeling the warmth of her skin, running his hands up and down her back, and feeling her nipples pressing against his chest through the thin cotton T-shirt he was wearing as he embraced her strongly.

He smelled his mother's favorite perfume, Youth Dew, as he nuzzled her neck below her ear. It was a rich, heady scent that Robert loved his mother wearing, even before he became fascinated with her sexually. Now, that perfume only enhanced her sexuality.

"I love you, Mom," he whispered, "I really love you." Then he laughed lightly. "And I'm terribly in lust with you, too."

Kathy laughed also.

"And," Robert continued, "I want us to be lovers for as long as possible. I want to give you so much pleasure . . . ."

"And I love you too, Robert, and I want to give you all the pleasure my body can give to you."

Kathy could feel her son's body trembling with emotion and excitement. But then, so was hers. It was more than just pure lust, although that was a major component. She knew that this wonderful, almost out of body feeling of new love and lust wouldn't last, but she sure as hell planned on enjoying it for as long as it did. Not that she though that having sex with her son would ever become mundane.

Robert got down on his knees then moved his mouth up to his mother's right breast. He licked her nipple and circled it several times with his tongue.

"Ohh, Robert!" Kathy said as she inhaled deeply and her body shivered, "that feels good."

He then sucked the nipple and areola into his mouth and began to gently nibble on it.

Kathy's head arched back and she groaned with pleasure. "Oh, Robert! My nipples are so sensitive. I like that. I like what you're doing."

Robert smiled then switched to his mother's left breast. He licked and sucked and nibbled on that one for a while before going back to her right breast. Kathy was breathing deeply and moaning. Her pussy was getting wetter by the second. She put her hands on the back of her son's head and pressed it hard against her breast.

"Suck my nipple hard, Robert. Ah! Oh yes, baby! Now bite it. Harder. Ah! Ah! Yes! That's it! Ooo! God, what you're doing to me. Your mouth feels sooo damned good, Robert.

"I'll do more later, Mom," Robert said as he pulled his mouth away from her throbbing nipple and began to kiss his mother's flat stomach. Back and forth across it he went, inhaling the clean smell of her skin with just a hint of her perfume and, surprisingly, getting even more excited at its warmth on his lips. He bit at the indentation of her navel. Kathy gasped with pleasure some more and felt her stomach muscles jump and twitch from what her son was doing.

He shifted his body and moved his head down further, down to his mother's shaved pussy. He kissed her at the crease where her thighs joined to her body. First one side then the other, kissing his way across then back. He grazed his lips across the top of her vaginal lips. Then he stopped and nuzzled those lips with his nose, smelling her womanly scent there. He was so aroused that he almost felt dizzy. He was smelling and kissing his mother's pussy just like he had written about. He was going to lick his mother's pussy now—HIS MOTHER'S PUSSY!—and make her come. His heart was beating hard in his chest.

Robert got up quickly. "Mom, here," he took her by the arm. "Sit on the stool again. Lean back against the counter and put your feet up on my shoulders." His beautiful, sexy mother was naked in front of him. She wanted to be his lover. And right now he wanted to taste her sex, to lick her vagina, to make his mother come with his mouth and tongue. Robert was overjoyed by what was happening, by his mother's desire to be his lover.

He kneeled in front of the stool as Kathy positioned her ass on the edge of it and rested her body against the counter with her forearms supporting her on the counter itself. She brought her feet up and rested them on Robert's shoulders then let her knees fall out to each side opening her sex up completely to her son, giving him unimpeded access to her pussy.

Robert looked intently at his objective: his mother's vagina. She was obviously sexually aroused. Her vaginal lips were partially open, like a delicate pink flower and he could see the wetness on the inner lips from her pussy's natural lubrication, preparing itself for sex.. He leaned in between his mother's thighs and all but rubbed his nose in her vagina as he inhaled her womanly scent. He moved closer, extended his tongue and began to lick her, lightly at first, then more forcefully but slowly. Robert licked his mother's vaginal lips from the bottom to the top with broad, wet strokes. He was tasting his mother's pussy for the first time, something he had been fantasizing about for months.

He had gone down on other women, of course, so he was no stranger to the smell and taste of a woman's clean sex. And, in fact, he enjoyed it. But this was his mother's pussy that he was now licking and tasting and that made what he was doing so much better. It made her pussy which, without a doubt, tasted good, taste even better to him.

Kathy gave a little gasping cry of pleasure as her son's tongue began doing its work on her. It felt so slick and smooth and hot and wet. It had been so very long since anyone had licked her pussy. She took in a deep breath then let it out. Her heart was pounding hard in her chest and she had butterflies in her stomach.

She watched her son—HER SON—going down on her, licking her pussy, giving her such great pleasure with his tongue and lips and, sometimes, his teeth. The very thought of it, the very sight of it was unbelievably exciting to her. And when Robert's tongue began to flick over her clitoris rapidly, she came.

Kathy cried out loudly, "Oh God yes, yes! Robert! I'm coming! I'm coming!

Using her feet on his shoulders and her elbows on the counter, Kathy lifted her ass off the stool and pressed her pussy against her son's still working mouth as her body quivered and shook in one big, wonderful orgasm.

Robert automatically raised his hands to cup and hold his mother's ass when it came off the stool. When he felt her orgasm fading, he pulled his face from her pussy and set her trembling body back down. He straightened his back and looked up at his mother with a huge grin on his face. His lips and chin were glistening with his saliva and her pussy juices.

Kathy took her feet off of Robert's shoulders and placed them on his chest and shoved him over backwards. He barely had time to straighten out his legs when she jumped on him.

"Oh my God, Robert! That was fantastic! It's been sooooo long since anyone has eaten me out. Oh thank you baby! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Kathy gave her son a long, wet, passionate kiss on the mouth.

When Kathy finally let her son up for air he was laughing. "Gosh, Mom, I guess you really liked that, eh?"

"Smart ass," Kathy responded with a grin. Her hand reached down to his crotch to feel his erection through his pants. "Oh, sweetie, your cock feels pretty big." She knew she was going to like it naked and hard and in her hand, or mouth, or pussy, but especially in her ass. It felt like a real ass-stretcher. "How big is it?"

"Eight inches long," Robert answered. "And kind of thick, or so I've been told."

Yeah, I'll bet you have. Come on baby, let's go to my bedroom and fuck."

They helped each other to their feet.

"Okay, Mom, but I'd really like to take a shower first. If that's okay with you?"

"Of course it is, Robert. I mean, yeah, I want you all squeaky clean fresh out of the shower. But when you're done, just come straight into my bedroom, okay?"

"Absolutely." Robert said. He embraced his mother and gave her a lingering kiss. When he pulled away, he gave her brief hug then turned to head for the bathroom. "I'll only be a few minutes, Mom."

"Oh, by the way, Robert," Kathy said. "Before I came home today—because I was horny as hell and couldn't stop thinking about what you had written about us—I decided to, well, to go to a spa and have myself cleaned out. You know, have my colon cleaned out . . . because of the last sex scene you wrote about us."

Robert had turned back to his mother. Now his eyebrows shot up and his eyes were wide open. "You mean the, uh, ass-to-mouth part?"

"That's exactly what I mean. I had them give me two sessions, just to be sure, and I'm, well, clean down there. I fucked my ass with a dildo then checked it out. No problem, and I sucked it like I'm going to suck your cock when you pull it out of my ass."

Kathy was saying this, in the way that she was saying it, to titillate Robert, but it was exciting her too.

"Oh wow!" Robert responded. "And what about the last part of that scene?" His cock, which had been about half hard for some time now, started to become fully erect again.

"You mean where you come in my ass and then I squeeze your cum out into a glass and drink it? That part?"

"Yeah, that's exactly the part I mean."

"But of course I will, Robert." Kathy gave her son a big toothy grin and ran her tongue around her lips. "Yum, yum. Your delicious cock cream dripping from my ass and then me swallowing it. Yeah, I think I can do that. I think I want to do that.

"However," she continued. "there is one caveat I have for you."

"What's that?"

"Since I'm going to suck your cock after its been in my ass, and since I'm going to swallow your cum after it's been in my ass, then I want you to lick my ass hole and clean it spick-and-span with your tongue afterwards. Will you do that for me?"

Robert though about it for less than a second. "Hell yes! Why wouldn't I? You have a clean ass, you do ass-to-mouth, you drink my cum after it's been in your ass, of course I'll lick your ass clean for you. And," he added, "we had better start with that first thing."

Kathy gave her son a quizzical look.

I haven't masturbated for a couple of days now so I should have a big first load, if you know what I mean." Robert wriggled his eyebrows at his mother and grinned.

"Oh God yes, Robert," Kathy grinned back. "We wouldn't want to waste that big load in my mouth or my pussy when you can pump it into my ass."

They both laughed and Kathy walked up to her handsome son. She held his face in her hand and gave him a quick kiss. "Seriously, Robert, I'm so turned on and horny right now I can barely stand it. I want to feel that big cock of yours sliding into my ass as soon as possible. And after that, well, we'll do everything you wrote and more. Now get into the shower and hurry to my bedroom. I'll be ready and waiting for you."

Robert kissed his mother then turned for the bathroom again. He was unbelievably aroused. His cock couldn't get any harder. He just hoped that he didn't come in the shower washing it and his balls.

9. How Kathy and Robert continued to consummate their shared fantasy

While her son was showering, Kathy put the wine into an ice bucket along with some ice and took it and the two glasses into the bedroom. She pulled the comforter down and then the top sheet then went into her bathroom to get a couple of hand towels, which she hung over the headboard. Finally she got out the bottle of lubricant she had used earlier and set it on the night stand. All was ready.

Kathy poured herself some more wine and propped herself up on the pillows against the headboard, sipping her wine, excitedly waiting for her son to come out of the hall bathroom. She spread her legs and reached down and began to lazily stroke her already wet pussy. Her body shivered, not so much from touching herself, but rather from the fact that her son had just licked her pussy and had given her a great orgasm, and now he was going to fuck her in the ass. All this seemed dream-like to her, like it was truly a fantasy that was happening. She had butterflies in her stomach and she had to take several deep breaths, she was so excited.

Two minutes later Robert walked into his mother's bedroom wearing only a smile. Kathy gave a little gasp at how handsome and so very manly he was. His well-defined muscular body—broad shoulders tapering to a small waist and washboard abs, over powerful thighs and calves—made her heart pound a little harder. He was as tan as she was, but, like most young men his age, his tan line started at his hips and ended just above his knees.

But what really got her attention, and sent a pulse of sexual excitement to her pussy, was his fully erect cock. It was big and beautiful, long and thick! And it was sticking straight out in front of him. It made her want to get down on her knees in adoration in front of her son and take his magnificent manhood in her hands, then take it in her mouth.

"God, Robert, you really are big!"

He grinned some more. "You like it, Mom?" He reached down to stroke his erect penis. The glans was fully swollen and a purplish-red color. Veins were prominently displayed just under the skin of the shaft.

Kathy swallowed. "Oh yes, Robert. And I'm going to like it any where you stick it in me.

And it's so thick, too." Kathy said as she set her wine glass down on the night stand. She faced back to her son. "That's really going to stretch my poor little asshole, dear."

"Are you sure you want to do that, Mom?" Robert asked.

"Oh yeah, baby. I can take it. I'm sure I can."

Robert climbed up onto the bed next to his mother. He slid his left arm under her and pulled her tight against his body. He shuddered in excited anticipation. This was no longer a fantasy. He was really going to fuck to his mother. Pressing his naked body next to her naked body, smelling her delicious perfume, feeling her warm skin against his, was almost enough to make him come right there and then.

He kissed his mother gently on the mouth. He felt her body trembling. She was obviously highly excited, too. The one kiss became another, then another, each one becoming more passionate than the one before.

They embraced, lying side-by-side. Robert slid his right leg between his mother's thighs and press it firmly up against her pussy. Kathy squeezed her son's muscular thigh between hers as she ground her pussy against it.

They broke a long kiss. "Oh, Robert," Kathy moaned. She reached for his cock. She wanted to hold it, to kiss it, lick it, suck it. She wanted to fuck it so badly.

Robert intercepted her hand. "Seriously, Mom, I think if you just touch my cock I'm going to come."

"Well, then, big boy," Kathy said with a grin. "We had better get down to business, eh?"

She untangled herself and got up on her knees to reach for the lubricant and one of the hand towels. "Hold out your hand, Robert." She squeezed an ample amount of the thick cherry-flavored liquid into his hand. "You probably should lube up your cock. I mean, I would do it for you but I wouldn't want to make you come prematurely, right."

Robert laughed. "Yeah, that's right, Mom."

Kathy squeezed some lubricant onto her fingers then reached under and between her legs to spread it around and into her asshole, then she used the towel to wipe off her hand.

"How do you want me?" she asked. "On my knees and elbows or on my back?"

"Oh, I want you on your back, Mom." Robert replied as he finished smearing the slick goo up and down his cock and wiping his hands with the towel his mother offered to him. "I want to be able to look you in the eyes and to bend down and kiss you and to look at your beautiful little pussy as I slide my cock into your tight little butthole."

"Oh, Robert," Kathy said as she sucked in some air, "What a wonderful thing to say." She was only half kidding. The thought of lying on her back and letting her son slide his big, beautiful cock up her ass, looking him in the eyes as he did it, made her feel lightheaded.

Robert got to his knees and Kathy laid herself down in the middle of the king-sized bed. She put her hands behind her knees and pulled her legs up and wide apart.
"There, how's that," she asked, giving her son a lecherous smile.

Robert looked down at his mother's obscenely accessible pussy and anus and felt even more blood rush to his already iron-hard cock. He grinned. "Please forgive my French, mother, but that is just absolutely fucking beautiful."

"Well pardon my French, Robert," Kathy answered, also grinning, "but are you going to fuck my poor little ass with that huge hard cock, or not?"

Robert laughed and maneuvered between his mother's legs. He slowly rubbed his cockhead in the slick lubricant around her asshole. It felt so good. It seemed unbelievable that he was about to shove his big dick into his mother's ass. He took in a large shuddering breath.

Kathy's body was trembling now that she and her son were about to continue consummating their incestuous relationship. She was about to let her son fuck her in the ass with his huge cock, and then she would suck that cock after he pulled it out of her ass.

Robert steadied his cock with his hand and pushed its big, swollen head against his mother's anus. Kathy sucked in her breath when she felt it pressing firmly against her asshole. Her asshole was tight, but not quite as tight as it had been just a while ago when she had fucked it with a dildo. Her son's enlarge glans began to slowly push through her anal orifice under the firm but gentle pressure he was applying.

Kathy gasped and then moaned as her son's thick, hard man-meat slowly stretched her asshole open and slid into her rectum. It was almost painful, almost, but it was also an incredibly wonderful feeling. And then, when his cock head was through her anal passage, he kept pushing his rigid shaft into her body until the whole eight inches was inside her and he was balls deep in her bowels.

"Oh, yes, Robert!" Kathy sighed. "Your cock feels so good. Oh Jesus it's so deep in me. Oh God, Robert fuck me, fuck me! Fuck my ass, Robert!" Kathy pleaded.

He began doing just that. He pulled his cock almost all the way out of his mother's ass then plunged it back inside. He did that four or five times, then he suddenly pulled his cock completely out of Kathy's asshole.

"What? What?" Kathy cried out. "It was feeling soooo damned good, baby."

"I almost came," Robert answered. His cock was still bouncing up and down on its own, still super sensitive. He was so very turned on about having sex with his mother, about fucking her in the ass, and not having come in two days that he was almost beyond control. It was almost painful, in a way, wanting to come so badly but not wanting to come too quickly.

Kathy sat up and pushed her son over onto his back. "Okay, this is going to happen quickly. That's okay. I understand. Your cock had been in my ass, and deep in it. Now I'm going to suck it just a little. Try not to come. Then stick it back in my ass and fuck me hard until you come in my ass."

With that, Kathy leaned over Robert's painfully hard cock then slowly and carefully slid her mouth down over it, taking it as deep as she could without choking. She raised her lips back up to the top of her son's cock head and then lowered them back down again, taking nearly three-quarters of his length through her tightly stretched lips.

Robert pulled his body away. "Stop, stop!" he cried out. Watching his mother suck his cock, the cock that had just been buried deep in her ass was overwhelmingly exciting to him and he came so close to coming that, for a couple of moments, he thought he was going to shoot his load straight up into the air.

Kathy sat back on her heels and waited

After a few seconds, Robert got up on his knees. He leaned forward and took his mother's face in his hands. He gave her a long, loving kiss.

"Mom," he said, when he finally pulled his lips away from hers, "you are fantastic. This, what we are doing, is fantastic. Mom, I love you . . . . No! I'm in love with you, Mom." And he kissed her again.

Kathy loved what was happening, what her son was saying, but she wasn't letting her emotions run away with her.

"I love you too, Robert. You know I do. So love me, yes, please love me as your lover and I'll love you like that in return. But just remember lover boy I'm your mother who is now your lover, but I'm not your wife, nor will I be."

"Yeah, you're right, of course. But I'm still in love with you, Mom. Okay?"

Kathy kissed her son sweetly on the mouth, sliding her tongue lazily around his. "Yeah, Robert, that's very okay with me. Now," she continued, "do you want to spread my asshole open again with your wonderful cock and come inside me?"

Robert grinned at his mother and this time he pushed her onto her back. Kathy spread her legs wide for her son and he pushed his cock against her closed anal sphincter. The lubricant was still slick and he slid his cock fully inside his mother's rectum in one smooth move, making her gasp as he did. Then he began fucking her with long strokes, picking up speed as he went.

"Ah, God! Yes, Mom, I'm going to come," Robert cried out after he had stroked his cock almost fully in and out through his mother's tight anal sphincter several times.

"Yes, baby, come in my ass. I want to feel you come in my ass." Kathy said excitedly. She knew they would do this again many times, maybe not ass-to-mouth, but definitely fucking her ass. And then she would be able to come too. She was one of those women who truly enjoyed anal sex and could come that way.

Robert leaned over his mother. Kathy put her arms around him and hugged him to her body tightly. He was slamming his cock in and out of her ass now . . . then he cried out loudly.

"Ahhhh! Yessss! I'm coming! I'm coming." And Robert's cock began shooting a huge load of his cock cream deep inside his mother's ass. His body was covered in a thin sheen of perspiration and it shook with intense pleasure each time his cock ejaculated another thick streamer of his cum into the dark recesses of his mother's rectum.

Inside the incredible haze of orgasmic bliss, one that was possibly the most intense he had ever experienced, Robert's brain was aware, and amazed, that he had just fucked his mother in the ass and had shot a huge wad of his hot cum deep in her bowels.

Kathy felt her son's body convulse in orgasm. His thick cock felt so damned good fucking in and out of her tightly stretched anal sphincter. It felt so damned good to have the full length of him shoved so deep up inside her. Added to those physical components was the still hard to believe and so very exciting fact that this was her son who was fucking her in the ass, who was now coming in her ass.

It was that last thing, the incest with her son component, doing something that was so taboo but which was feeling so good, so right, that excited her brain to the point of initiating her own orgasm. Kathy had been close, but not close enough she had been sure, needing more time, more stimulation. But surprisingly, climax she did with a moaning mewling sound as she bit into Robert's neck, as her fingernails dug into his back, as her toes curled, her eyes fluttered, and her anus rhythmically clenched her son's now slowing cock.

"Oh wow, Mom!" Robert said several moments later as he stiff-armed himself up off of her body, "you came too."

"Yeah, baby," Kathy smiled at her son. She reached up to stroke his face and heaved a big sigh of contentment. "I didn't think I would, but at the last moment it just kind of snuck up on me."

Robert leaned down to give his mother a kiss.

"Okay," Kathy said as soon as their lips parted. "Grab the empty wineglass over there on the night stand."

Kathy sighed with regret as her son pulled his still thick, but less than fully erect penis out of her ass. Sometimes, in the past when having anal sex, she liked to have her lover leave it in her ass until it became completely flaccid and her anal sphincter expelled it.

As Robert moved to get the glass, Kathy rolled over onto her belly then slid her body into a kneeling, ass-high position.

"Help support me," Kathy said as she took the glass from her son's hand. She got her feet under her body to squat, placing the glass right beneath her asshole.

With Robert stabilizing her weight on the mattress, Kathy waited a few moments, letting gravity do its job, then she pushed with her anal muscles and a large glob of her son's semen squeezed out of her ass and into the glass. She waited a bit more then pushed again. More cum flowed then dripped into the glass.

Kathy got back onto her knees then turned to face her son. Robert was now lying on his side, propped up by his elbow and forearm. She wriggled her eyebrows at him. "So you want to see me drink the cum you just deposited in my ass?"

Robert grinned and shook his head. "Mom, you are one amazing woman."

"Well, do you, Robert?" Kathy asked with mock severity.

"Hell yes!" Robert answered.

"And then what are you going to do, hmm?"

"I'm going to lick your tasty little asshole clean, Mom. I'm going to tongue fuck your asshole."

"What a good boy," Kathy said.

She looked at the glass. It looked like a lot of semen. "My God! You did have a lot of cum stored up, didn't you. That looks like a couple of tablespoons worth." she said.

Kathy gave her son a lecherous grin before upending the glass over her mouth letting her son's thick, gelatinous-like semen slide out of the glass and onto her tongue. She tipped the glass back upright and closed her lips then she swished the cum around in her mouth for a second or two. She parted her lips a little and pushed the semen almost out between them to show Robert before swallowing it all down. Kathy swallowed a second time and then ran her tongue around her lips and smacked them together.

"Yum, yum," she said as she grinned at her son. "You have very tasty cum . . . or maybe my ass made it more tasty."

They both laughed.

Kathy tipped the glass back up and licked out every last bit of her son's cum that she could. She was totally into this fantasy made real. For the first time in her life she had just done ass-to-mouth and then swallowed the cum that had been in her ass. The fact that it was her own son she had done this with amazed her and had her body tingling with sexual excitement. Her nipples were erect again, and she knew this wouldn't be the last time she did this with Robert.

After she set the glass back down on the night stand, Kathy slid down to face her son. She put an arm around his neck and kissed him lovingly on the mouth, letting him taste his own semen in her mouth and on her tongue. Then she pushed her son over onto his back.

"Come on, Robert, let's sixty-nine. I want to suck your cock while you lick my ass."

10. How mother and son fucked some more

Kathy straddled her son's face, spread her ass cheeks with her hands and lowered her ass right down to his mouth. Then she leaned forward and sucked his mostly flaccid cock into her mouth.

Robert pushed his mother's ass up off his face. "Like I said, Mom, you are one amazing woman, as well as being hot and sexy."

"I know," she giggled. "Now, get busy there and start licking. And when you have completely cleaned up my ass, you can lick my pussy. I'd love to come again with you licking my pussy."

Robert's tongue made its first pass over his mother's lubricant and cum smeared ass. Kathy began cleaning the lubricant and her ass juices off of her son's cock.

"Mmm! Tasty!" Kathy thought. She was in love with the idea of sucking this cock, her son's cock, that had just been in her ass fucking her.

"Mmm! Tasty! Robert thought. He was super turned on to the fact that he was licking his mother's asshole, the asshole he had just finished fucking and coming in.

After he had licked up all the residual lubricant, cum, and ass juices he could, Robert began to tongue fuck his mother's anus, trying to push his tongue as deep into her asshole as he could. That was no easy feat even though he had just stretched her asshole with his big cock, it had tightened up by now and he didn't get far. Still, he liked doing it and, from the sounds of his mother's moaning, she was enjoying what his mouth and tongue were doing to her asshole.

Robert's cock was getting bigger and harder in Kathy's mouth. She pulled it out to look at it up close, all clean and shiny with just her saliva coating it. She grabbed it at the base and squeezed it firmly making the head swell up even more. Then she began licking the head liked an ice cream cone, swirling her tongue around and around it, then pursing her lips and just sucking the head into her mouth before pulling it out and licking around it some more. From the sounds of her son's moaning, he was enjoying what her mouth and tongue were doing to his cock.

Robert placed his hands on his mother's hips and shifted her body so she was in a better position for him to begin licking her pussy. Now his nose was actually pressing against her saliva-wet asshole as his tongue began to explore her pussy again. It was unbelievably wet. Her vaginal lubrication was all but dripping out of her fuck hole and into his mouth. Robert loved the slick texture of it on his tongue. He loved the taste of it, too. He began to lick and suck his mother's pussy as if nothing else in the world mattered, which to him right then, nothing else did.

Kathy was now moaning loudly and crying out between sucking her son's cock in and out of her mouth, a cock that was now fully erect and stretching her lips wide as they slid over it.

Robert started flicking his tongue over his mother's clitoris then sucking and gently biting on it. Kathy was moaning louder now and had stopped sucking on his cock.

"Oh yes, Robert," Kathy panted. "Don't stop. Keep that up. Oh God it feels so good. Your mouth on my pussy feels so good Robert." She sucked her son's swollen cockhead back into her mouth and sucked on it like a baby nursing on a huge nipple.

Robert didn't think his cock could get any harder, his mother's mouth felt that good to him. If he hadn't come just minutes ago he would have been coming in her mouth by now.

"Suck my clit into your mouth" Kathy pleaded. "That's it, baby. Oh, that feels so good. Now bite it! Bite it! Suck on it and bite it! Yes! Yes! That's it! That's it! Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhh!"

Kathy's mind went blank for a second as the pleasure of another strong orgasm pulsed through her body. She ground her pussy hard down upon her son's mouth. Her own mouth, after her initial crying out, was opened in a silent scream and a dark pink sexual blush stained her from her breasts to her forehead.

Robert had stopped licking and sucking when he realized that his mother was having a very strong orgasm. He lay underneath her, caressing her lower back and ass cheeks while she finished rubbing her pussy against his mouth.

After a few moments, Kathy took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then she rolled off her son and onto her back. Her hand sought out his and gripped it firmly.

"Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow!" she said, then laughed. "That was fucking fantastic, Robert. Thank you so much."

Robert propped himself up on his elbows. "My pleasure, Mom."

Kathy levered herself up, then straddled Robert's hips. She pushed him gently back down and leaned forward. With her firmly erect nipples brushing his chest, she began kissing her son repeatedly, lips locking and unlocking, tongue circling tongue, small kisses, deep kisses, long kisses, short kisses. She couldn't get enough of her son's mouth, his tongue, his taste. She was fully convinced, now, that she had made the right decision in confronting her son about his fantasy.

Robert's cock was soon as rigid as a velvet covered iron bar, poking between Kathy's legs and brushing up against her pussy. She was helping it by moving her hips around, feeling her son's big, swollen cockhead sliding up and down and back an forth over her wet pussy lips. Her vagina was still sensitive from her latest climax and what she was doing was sending wonderful little shocks of pleasure through her loins and stomach.

Robert was trying to line his cock up to shove it deep inside his mother's tight little fuck hole.

"No. No." Kathy said as she pulled her mouth from her son's and sat up, pinning his cock against his abdomen with her pussy. Her green eyes were shining with excitement. Her beautiful face animated with lust. "I don't want you to fuck my pussy yet. I want to suck your cock, like in the second chapter of your story. I want to suck your beautiful cock and I want you to come in my mouth."

"Oh fuck yes, Mom!" Robert said with a big grin. He thought that was a fucking fantastic idea. He knew that he would get around to fucking his mother's pussy eventually and fucking it often, too.

Kathy grinned back at him, then slid her body down and off his until she was crouching low between his legs. She took hold of his hard cock and stroked it several times while getting herself comfortable. She studied this big, beautiful hunk of man meat for a second before sliding her mouth over the head and down onto the very erect, very rigid shaft to begin giving her son a slow and sensual blow job.

She was doing every thing she had done just a few minutes earlier and more. She carefully took him in as deep as she possibly could. The head of his cock was pressing against the back of her throat and she almost gagged. She swallowed and he could feel it on the tip of his cock. Then She slid his cock all the way out of her mouth and, again, licked it like an ice cream cone. She nursed on it like she had before, only this time her tongue was on the underside of his cockhead, that most sensitive spot of most men's cocks, rhythmically pressing against it and sliding up and down over it at the same time.

Robert propped himself up on his elbows to watch his beautiful mother—HIS MOTHER—sucking his cock. Even though he had now licked her pussy twice and fucked her ass and came in it once this afternoon, this was even better. It was exactly like his very first fantasy he had about his mother. And even now it seemed unreal, like a, well, like a fantasy; seeing her lips around his cock, sucking on it; feeling how silky smooth his mother's mouth felt as it went up and down his rigid shaft; seeing how his vein-bulging hard-on glistened with his mother's saliva as her mouth moved up and down on it. His sexual arousal quotient was going up by the second.

Kathy's green eyes, warm and full of lust and love, were looking directly at him. Robert's breath caught in his throat. His mother looking up at him with his cock in her mouth gave him butterflies in his stomach and made his cock twitch with pleasure.

"Oh yeah, Mom, suck my cock. Suck it good," Robert whispered hoarsely.

Kathy just tilted her head down a bit and closed her eyes as she began to slide her tight lips up and down her son's thick cock as far as she could. Her head bobbed faster and faster as her lips went down and then came up and almost all the way off the tip before sucking his cock back deep down into her mouth.

"Oh Jesus, Mom!" Robert cried out. His sexual arousal quotient was maxed out. His cock was as hard as it could get, the head as swollen and big as it could get, the veins blue and bulging under the skin of the shaft. It felt so damned good being this hard and aroused and knowing that he would soon be shooting a load of his thick man goo into his mother's wonderful mouth; a mouth that felt so soft and wet and warm and so damned good sliding up and down on his cock while sucking strongly on it.

And then Robert was past the point of no return. He was going to come now. It was inevitable.

"I'm coming, Mom! I'm coming. Oh, God, Jesus, Yeeeeessssss!" he cried out as his cock began to pump his thick spunk into his mother's mouth, one body-shaking spurt after another.

Kathy didn't slow down. She kept on sucking her son's cock until she had drained him totally and held all of his cum in her mouth.
Robert slumped back on the bed, panting, sweating, feeling oh so damned good. That had been one amazing blow job. And, the fact that it had been his mother sucking him off made it so much better. He looked up at her. She was on her hands and knees with her face above his.

Kathy smiled then collected a good bit of her son's semen onto her tongue and carefully opened her mouth to show it to him. Robert grinned at his mother. She was totally perverted and he loved it. Kathy closed her mouth and made a show of swallowing her son's cum. Then she grinned at him.

"Did you like that, stud?"

"Oh, now I'm a 'stud,' eh?" Robert laughed.

Kathy laughed too then laid down on top of her son. She braced her head and torso up with her forearms. "Yeah," she agreed, looking him in the eyes. "You're my big, muscular, hot young hunk. My stud. Do you mind?"

Robert put his arms around his mother and hugged her gently to his chest. She turned her head to the side and rested it on his shoulder. "No, Mom. I definitely don't mind. As long as you don't mind that you're my beautiful, sexy, hot, babe of a mother."

"Not too old for you, stud, all things considered?"

"No, babe." Robert replied as his hands began caressing her back from her shoulders down to her buttocks. He loved feeling her weight on him and running his hands up and down her back.

This was his mother he told himself excitedly. His mother whose naked body was pressing down on him, whose naked body he was caressing. His mother, who he had made love with and who was now his lover. The realization of what he and his mother were doing, the course they were now on, both astounded and pleased him. And that realization, those thoughts, were beginning to bring life back to his flaccid penis already.

"You are most definitely not too old for me. Yes, my love you . . . ."

Kathy raised her head and gave Robert a sweet kiss on the lips. "Thank you, sweetie, for calling me your love."

"Not a problem, Mom, because I do love you. But what I was going to say was, yes, you are a, uh, well, a mature woman . . . ."

"Oh my. My son is very diplomatic," Kathy said with a chuckle.

"But," Robert continued as if his mother hadn't interrupted, "what I see is a very beautiful, very competent, very experienced and, well, one damned hot, sexy woman. The fact that you're such a babe, as well as being my mother, and that you are so damned sexy, and that we are making a fantasy into a reality, just adds to, to, well, to both my love and my lust for you, my darling." Robert kissed his mother sweetly and affectionately.

Kathy was emotionally moved by what her son had just said and she turned his kiss into a long and passionate one.

"So, I'm a 'babe", eh, stud?" Kathy said as she pulled her lips away from Robert's.

"You're one of the hottest babes that I know . . . and there are a whole lot of hot babes out there, Mom," Robert responded without hesitation.

Kathy just smiled with appreciation then moved in for another long kiss.

"Oh God, Robert. " Kathy said when they broke the kiss. "I don't know where this is going to go, where it will end up. I was just so damned horny and when I read your story, I, I, I started fantasizing too and, well, here we are. And where this is, I'm not sure. But right now I like it. I like it a lot.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is that this, what we are doing . . . incest . . . . I mean it feels so good and I want us to continue, but in the eyes of society it's so wrong and . . . ."

"So we'll just be careful and not tell society, or the neighbors, or anyone," Robert said softly. "Because I want this to continue, too." He caressed his mother's cheek and kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, and her lips.

"And like I said earlier, Mom, I really do love you. I love you as my mother, of course, but now, now I love you as my lover, too. And I do want that to continue, very much, Mom." Robert hugged his mother tightly and kissed her below the ear and whispered, "It's going to be all right, Mom. We're both intelligent. We'll be discreet. No one will ever know about our love. And we will enjoy it for years to come."

Kathy smiled and nodded. "Yes, Robert. Yes baby we will make it work for us and I'm so glad you feel the same as I do."

"Mom," Robert said as he lifter his mother's chin with his finger and gave her a light kiss on the lips, "who got us started down this road to incest? Me, your horny, perverted son."

Kathy laughed. "Yeah, well who continued us down this road to incest. Me, your horny, perverted mother."

They both laughed.

But Robert," Kathy continued, "I'm not going to get any younger . . . ."

Robert put his fingers to his mother's mouth to shush her. "Mom. Don't worry about it. Let's just let this relationship go where it goes. We still have several years to love and explore and make love . . . . Maybe not like today, because today, at least so far, has been pretty damned intense. But, yeah, let's be lover's and enjoy each other for as long as we can. Okay?"

Kathy kissed her son. "Yeah. Okay. I love you, Robert." Her eyes misted over and she felt a knot in her throat. She loved sex, pure raw, "why don't we do it in the road," sex. Her husband, Steve, who was in all other things a good husband and provider, had lost his interest in sex long before his death. But in the early years of their marriage their sex life had been intense, too.

Now, here was her son, tall, strong, and handsome, to love her and to fulfill her sexual needs and, obviously, quite willing to do so for years to come. She was overcome with emotion and a deep affectionate love for her son who now was also her lover.

Robert saw her emotional reaction and pulled her head down to his shoulder. He stroked her hair.

"Oh Robert, I love you too, so very much," Kathy said in a choked voice. "You don't know how much this means to me . . . ."

Robert's cock had gotten very hard again. All the talk of love and all the emotion that was thick in the air affected him physically. He quickly rolled his mother off of him and onto her back. She squealed in surprise, but she immediately had a lustful gleam in her beautiful green eyes, eyes that Robert could lose himself in.

He rolled over on top of his mother and wiggled his legs between hers, which she immediately opened wide for him. She felt his hardness pressing down against her pussy.

"Okay, Mom," Robert said with an intense look on his face, but with a hint of mischievousness, "I'm going to fuck your beautiful little pussy now."

"Oh yes, baby!" Kathy responded. "Fuck my pussy. Please fuck my pussy."

Robert got to a kneeling position and grabbed his cock. Looking down, he rubbed the tip of it between his mother's labia and got it wet with her vaginal lubrication, then he positioned his cock at the entrance of his mother's vagina. He repositioned himself over his mother, keeping his weigh up off her body. He smiled down at her.

"I've licked your pussy twice now, Mom, and fucked you in the ass once, now I'm going to fuck your pussy."

Robert shifted his hips and, in one smooth motion, he shoved the full length of his thick manhood through his mother's tight but slick vaginal opening and as deep into his mother's pussy as he could.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Kathy cried out as her son's cock stretched her vagina in all dimensions. He filled her completely, totally. He fit inside her vagina so tightly. She loved it. And she came. It wasn't a big orgasm, but it was an orgasm none-the-less.

"Oh baby!" Kathy said breathlessly, "you just made me come."

"Seriously?" Robert asked.

"Yes, seriously, Robert. A small one, but an orgasm. I guess I am just so wound up and excited about what we are doing . . . and when you shoved that big, beautiful cock into my pussy . . . . Well, I came."

"Fucking fantastic, Mom. You are such a sex pot," Robert said with a laugh. "I mean that in the most respectful way, Mom."

Kathy laughed and kissed her son. "I know son. Now, please fuck me."

Robert began where he left off. He started slowly but soon his thick manhood was flashing in and out of his mother's pussy.

"Oh Robert, yes, fuck my cunt!"

"What?" Robert was taken aback.

"I'm a cunt, Robert. Call me a cunt."

Robert got into the game without hesitation. "You cunt! You want me to fuck your cunt, you fucking cunt?"

Another aspect of Kathy's sexuality was vulgar sex talk. Normally she didn't put up with men talking that way to her or any woman. But sometimes, during sex, like right now, she loved it. She couldn't explain it rationally, but it excited her.

"Fuck my cunt, Robert. "Fuck my cunt with that big, goddamned beautiful cock of yours," Kathy cried out. "Fuck me, baby, my son! Fuck me! Fuck your mother! Oh God it's so good! Yes, baby! Yes baby! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

His mother's vulgar and vehement language excited Robert. He had been told by this very woman, years ago, to never use the word cunt, when she had overheard him talking to a friend and referring to a teacher at school. She had said that the word cunt was demeaning to all women. Yet, here she was, using it and obviously getting terribly excited about it.

Robert fucked his mother's cunt as hard and fast as he could. Her pussy was dripping wet and his big cock slid in and out of it like a well-oiled piston. Her heels were up on his ass. When had that happened, he wondered? He was holding his weight up off of his mother by his elbows and forearms, but she had her arms wrapped around him tightly and it felt so good to feel her body under him and her arms squeezing him. Her eyes were shut tightly and her face looked like she might be in pain. But he knew it wasn't pain, it was intense concentration on the pleasure of a good fuck.

He felt the head of his cock pounding against the end of his mother's stretched pussy and heard her grunting every time it did. But he didn't stop. He kept pounding his mother' pussy as hard as he could.

Damn! It felt so good. Surprisingly, to Robert, his mother had a pussy as tight as any girl he had ever fucked. Her vaginal sphincter grabbed at his thickness as he pulled it back and resisted as he slammed if forward. Only the copious amount of her natural lubrication kept them both from getting friction burns.

"Oh, Robert!" Kathy's eyes were now open, wide. She looked up at her son intently and nodded her head. "Yes, Robert, that's it. That's it. You're going to make me come again."

Excellent, thought Robert, he was about to blow another load, this time in his mother's pussy. That thought, that he was fucking his mother's pussy and was going to come in it, amazed him yet again, even after all that they had done this afternoon.

"Now, now, now, Robert!" Kathy cried out, and her body convulsed up against his. She pulled his weight down fully onto herself. Her legs, wrapped around his hips, leveraged her pussy hard up against his pounding cock. And she came, and came, and came.

"Oh fuck yes!" Robert cried as he felt that beautiful, wonderful sensation as his cock began to pulse shot after shot of another hot load of cum deep inside his mother's pussy.

The next few moments were filled with the sounds of gasps and panting and moaning and groaning that accompanies really good sex. Everything slowed down and that warm, wonderful afterglow of a good climax filled both mother and son as their breathing became calm again.

Kathy took her son's face in her hands and kissed him lovingly, her tongue lingering in his mouth and sliding around his tongue. "Thank you Robert," she said with a glint of amusement in her eyes as she pulled her lips away from his. "That was a really good fuck you gave me."

Robert laughed at his mother's words. "That's because, Mom, you're one hell of a good fuck."

They both laughed. And Robert kissed his mother sweetly several times, flicking his tongue against hers, savoring the taste of her mouth.

11. How Robert and his mother fucked some more and then came up with a plan

Robert got up. "Going to the bathroom, Mom," he said as he headed for the master bath.

"Use your regular one, honey," Kathy said. "I'm going to use that one right now."

She got off the bed and walked over to her son and embraced him, pressing her body against his tightly.

"Wow, Robert. This has all been, well, pretty astounding, don't you think? I mean, a month ago I couldn't have imagined in my wildest dreams that I'd be having sex with my son."

"Yeah, pretty astounding hardly covers it. More like fucking fantastic," he said with a big grin.

Kathy laughed. "Yeah, fucking fantastic." She tilted her head up and Robert bent down to kiss her.

"You sure you're okay with it?" Kathy asked her son.

"Without a doubt, Mom. And you?"

Without a doubt, son,"

They kissed once more then headed for the bathrooms.

Robert was back from his bathroom break, and a freshen up wash of his cock and balls before his mother. He poured them both half a glass of the chilled wine. He used he one with his cum residue in it. If Mom could drink my cum from this glass, he told himself, then I can drink wine from it. He got on the bed and made himself comfortable, waiting for his mother.

Kathy came out of her bathroom and climbed up next to her son. She got her glass of wine from the bedside stand. She looked at it carefully, then at the one Robert was holding

"This is the one, Mom."

Kathy smiled and nodded then raised her glass and said: "To my son, the stud, and to our fucking incestuous relationship, may it be long, exciting, and filled with good memories . . . for as long as it lasts."

Robert touched his glass to his mother's. They both took a swallow to acknowledge the toast.

"To my super hot mom and how she makes me want her just by looking at her . . . and to our fucking incestuous relationship, with fun and love and plenty of orgasms for both of us."

Kathy giggled and touched her glass to her son's. They both took another swallow of wine.

"So you really don't mind that your mother is such a horny old broad."

"You are not a horny old broad, Mom. You are an especially sexy and, I might add, beautiful mature woman."

"Oh, Robert, you're so sweet." Kathy twisted around and put her free arm around her son's neck and pulled him close for a kiss.

"But now, Mom," Robert said. "I'm starving. So what are we going to do about dinner?"

They talked about it for a bit and decided to call in an order to their favorite Chinese restaurant for take out. They both got dressed and took Robert's car to pick up their food. On the way back they stopped at a liquor store and picked up a bottle of champagne. It was definitely a time to celebrate.

Eating dinner while sitting at the counter in the kitchen, they talked about what the future would hold for them. Robert would sleep with his mother, but keep all his clothes and other stuff in his room, just in case friends or family showed up.

When summer was over Robert would go back to school, a four hour drive away. That made them both sad, but it couldn't be helped. He would be back for Thanksgiving, the Christmas and New Years holiday, and spring break, too. And, any other time that he could make it. For her part, Kathy said that she would come up to visit, staying in a local hotel, at least once a month, maybe more. Then there was next summer to look forward to.

"Robert?" Kathy said as she started to kiss her son with a succession of slow, light kisses. They were back in her bed, sipping champagne.

"Yeah, Mom?" Robert responded.

"I guess you know I like anal sex."

Robert chuckled. "Yeah, I guess I do. I've had anal sex with exactly two other girls and they only put up with it and they definitely didn't come, like you did."

"Yeah, well I'm one of those women who like anal sex . . . hell, I like everything sexual. But I can come from anal sex nearly every time, if I want to. And guess what?"

Robert's cock was starting to get hard again. "Uh? You want me to fuck you in the ass again, Mom?"

Kathy laughed and kissed Robert firmly on the lips. "I love it when you speak so delicately. Yes," she continued. "I want you to fuck me in the ass again. The last time was good, but it didn't take very long. I want to feel that big cock of yours fucking my ass for at least fifteen or twenty minutes before you come. Hopefully, by then, I will have come again at least once myself."

"Ass to mouth?" Robert asked.

"Not this time. It's been a long time since breakfast. I mean, it'd probably be okay, but really, I just want you to fuck my ass like you fucked my pussy. Okay?"

"Oh hell yes, Mom. That's more than okay."

Robert's was nearly fully erect now, but Kathy set her champagne glass aside, moved down the bed to grab her son's cock and slide her mouth over it and began sucking on it once again.

Robert gasped with pleasure. His mother's mouth, at first cold from the chilled champagne, quickly warmed up and felt so wet, so silky smooth, so right. He lay there looking down at her sucking as much of his big cock into her mouth as she could. In and out. Up and down. God! The sight of it thrilled him and if felt sooo damned good, too.

Kathy looked up at her son with her beautiful green eyes. She had a look of love in them, Robert thought. Or was that just pure lust? It didn't matter. All that mattered right now was that his mother was sucking his cock and he was going to fuck her in the ass again.

When Kathy had sucked on Robert's cock until it was as hard as it was going to get, she slipped her mouth off of it. Robert bent his head down to kiss his mother on the mouth.

Kathy reached over to the night stand for the anal lube and a hand towel. She squeezed some of the goo out onto her fingers and smeared it around and into her asshole. Kathy turned and, after squeezing more goo onto her fingers, she lubed her son's cock from the tip to the base, then she wiped her hand off on the towel.

She lowered her body to her elbows, her ass high in the air. "Come and get it lover," she cooed sexily over her shoulder as she wiggled her ass back and forth.

Robert grinned and positioned himself behind his mother's big round ass. Not that it was big, per se. It was just very womanly and rounded, with her hips tapering nicely to her slim waist, and then her upper back broadening to her well shaped shoulders. It was a sight that nearly took his breath away.

This was his mother! His beautiful, sexy, hot mother that he had been fantasizing about for months and here she was, offering her ass up to him yet again today. He shook his head as if to clear it. But he saw his objective and zeroed in on it: her beautiful little brown puckered hole, lubed up and waiting for him to slide his lubed up cock through it and deep into his mother's ass.

Robert held his cock near his body and pushed the head of it up against his mother's tight little hole. He watch, fascinated as the head of his cock, under constant gentle pressure from him, slowly slid out of sight into his mother's anus. He was glad that he had come three times already, because kneeling behind his mother, looking over her beautiful ass and back, and then watching his cock spread open and slide through her anal sphincter was sexually exciting in the extreme.

Kathy gasped. "Oh yes! Oh yes! That's it, slow and easy, but just keep shoving that big cock deep into me."

Robert did just that until his thighs met his mother's buttocks and he couldn't go any deeper. Kathy reached her hand back and felt her son's thighs against her ass, then reach under her body to feel how little distance there was between his balls and her tightly stretched asshole.

"Kathy's body was trembling. "Oh baby, your cock is the biggest thing I've ever had in my ass, and if feels so damned good. Now fuck me, baby. Fuck my ass good."
Robert began thrusting his hips back and forth, pulling his cock almost out of his mother's ass before shoving it back in forcefully. He was fascinated at how the skin around her anal sphincter pulled out tightly around his cock before he shoved it back in. Holding on to his mother's hips, Robert slowly built up speed until he was fucking her ass as he had fucked her pussy just a little over an hour ago, hard and fast.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Kathy kept crying out in an excited breathless voice. The feeling of her son's large erect penis gliding so fast but so smoothly through her tightly stretched anus, slamming against her colon before repeating the motion was a feeling Kathy loved. She couldn't help it. She was a highly sexual woman and she really liked anal sex, partly because when she had come into sexual maturity it had been considered highly taboo and she was always ready to experiment and break taboos, but mostly because it felt so damned good to her from the first time she had been talked into it.

Robert was working up a light sweat fucking his mother in the ass and he was getting closer to coming. He slowed his pace, then pulled his cock all the way out of his mother's ass, holding her cheeks open and staring at the gaping hole that was his mother's anus and into her rectum. He didn't know why that excited him so much, but it did and his cock twitched with pleasure all on its own.

Kathy cried out, "Oh Robert!"

Just as his mother's asshole squeezed shut, Robert shove his cock back into it.

"Oh Robert!" Kathy gasped with pleasure.

Robert pulled his cock out of his mother ass and shoved it back in several times in a row. Then he shoved it in and began fucking her again, but more slowly now.

"You like my cock fucking your ass, Mom?"

"Yes, Robert, baby. I love it. Your cock is so thick and so long. It fills me so wonderfully. I love you fucking me in the ass, Robert."

He grinned at his mother's words, at her lust, her anal desires. He considered himself to be a very lucky son, indeed, to have such a mother.

Robert started fucking his mother fast and hard again. Kathy reached down between her legs and started rubbing her clitoris. She was getting close to coming. If Robert would just keep up this pace for a few more minutes.

He did. His slowing down and then pulling his cock out of his mother's ass had, so to speak, cooled him off. He felt he could go a lot longer now without coming. And he did.

"Oh! My! God!" Kathy groaned out loudly. She was there. She was coming. She matched Robert forward thrusting of his cock with her backwards thrusting of her hips, trying to get every bit of her son's big cock as deep into her ass as possible. Her fingers were frantically rubbing her clit as she pressed her ass back hard against her son's groin and ground it around and around as several pulses of orgasmic bliss coursed through her body.

"Yeeeeessssss!" she screamed as she came hard on her son's thick and incredibly stiff manhood that Robert, holding onto his mother's hips tightly, was pressing balls deep into her rectum. He could feel her anal sphincter squeezing spasmodically on his penis as his mother obviously had another good orgasm.

Kathy slid her body forward and Robert, with his cock still buried in her ass followed her. He held his weight up off of her while she lay there panting. After a few moments Kathy moved her hips, feeling her son's cock slide a little through her anal sphincter.

"Mmm. Thank you, Robert. That was great. And your dick still feels good in my ass, but would you mind if we switched to my pussy? I mean, I know you didn't come just now, but would you mind?"

"Not a problem, Mom," he responded as he pushed his torso and hips back and slowly pulled his cock out of his mother's tight little asshole. Sitting back on his heels, he quickly spread her ass cheeks and looked with fascination once again into her gaping anal opening. Then, on impulse, he slid his forefinger deep into his mother's ass before it closed up.

"Oh!" was Kathy's surprised response.

Robert wiggled his finger all around, touching the bottom end of his mother's rectum then he pulled his finger out. Kathy rolled over onto her side, moving her leg around his hips, to look at her son inquisitively. He held his finger up to his nose and sniffed it all over then, giving his mother a lecherous smile, he popped it in his mouth and sucked on it for several seconds.

When he pulled his finger out of his mouth, he smiled at his mother. "Mmm! Tasty!."

Kathy rolled her eyes. "I guess this means that you want me to suck your cock again, now that it's been deep in my ass."

"You bet, Mom. But first I'm going to lick your asshole clean again."

Robert rolled his mother onto her belly while she squealed in delighted surprise. Kathy raised her hips up for him and he spread her ass cheeks and began licking her asshole and kept licking until it was totally clean from all the lubricant and any ass juices that had been there.

"Oh, baby your tongue feels so good," Kathy said, along with a few "Oh's" and "Ah's."

When he was done, Robert got off the bed and stood beside it. His cock was about half hard now.

"Would you do me a favor mom? Would you get off the bed and kneel on the carpet in front of me and suck my cock?" He gave his mother a lewd grin and raised his eyebrows twice in quick succession.

"Oh, are we playing porn movie now?" She answered with a mock look of sarcasm on her face. But then she laughed and quickly got off the bed and on her knees in front of her son. She grabbed his drooping cock and ran her nose by is closely. She had said no ass-to-mouth this time, but since Robert had shoved his finger in her ass and licked it off and since his cock just smelled like the cherry-flavored lubricant, she mentally shrugged and slid her lips around the head of his cock then sucked as much of his cock into her mouth as she could.

Within a very short time Robert's cock became fully erect again. Kathy sucked and stroked her son's big tool with enthusiasm. She loved her son's' cock. She loved all the pleasure his mouth and cock had given her, including the last orgasm when he was ass-fucking her, so now she wanted to return the favor by giving him another good blow job and letting him come in her mouth once more. The thought of her son shooting another load into her mouth for her to swallow thrilled her.

Robert was thoroughly enjoying watching his mother on her knees in front of him sucking his cock. She had been right. This was a "porn movie" fantasy position. All the women in porn movies got on their knees and sucked dick like they really enjoyed it. Only, thought Robert, I'm pretty damned sure my mom really does enjoy it. The fact that this was another ass-to-mouth cocksucking his mother was doing was just an added extra to his sexual arousal.

With that thought, he took over. He put his hands on either side of his mother's head and held it still as he began to fuck her mouth.

Kathy looked up at her son and saw him staring intently down at her. She would have smiled if she could have, but that was impossible with Robert's thick cock fucking her mouth fast and deep, so she winked at him instead.

Robert grinned back at his mother. Her mouth felt so damned good, so smooth and wet and warm. Hell, all her holes were smooth and wet and warm. And he had fucked all of them today—twice in her ass, once in her pussy, and now a second time in her mouth.

Looking at his beautiful mother, at her lips stretched tightly around his extremely hard cock as he pumped it in and out of her mouth, thinking of how it felt and how it had felt inside her ass and pussy, brought Robert to the point of climax, almost without warning.

"Yes! Mom!" he grunted out. "I'm coming! I'm coming. Ahhhhhh! Yesssss!"

He involuntarily shoved his hips forward nearly choking his mother and then his cock was spilling out more of his hot, thick semen into his mother's equally hot mouth.

Kathy kept sucking her son's pulsing penis until she had sucked all the cum out of it and swallowed every last drop.

"Mmm, wow!" Kathy exclaimed as she pulled her mouth off of Robert's dick. "That was just as good as the first time. Was it good for you, too?"

Robert, still recovering from this latest orgasm, laughed weakly at his mother's joke. He kneeled down on the carpet and took his mother's face in his hands. Then he leaned in for a very long and affectionate kiss.

"Yeah. It was good for me, too," He said as he finally pull his lips away from his mother's.

They laughed and hugged.

"Okay, shower time," Kathy said as she got to her feet. She held out her hands to her son and helped him up. "My pussy is just going to have to wait." She said with a big sigh.

Robert laughed. "Yeah, darling, it is. . . ."

"Oh, I like that, Robert. You calling me darling," Kathy said seriously. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his lips tenderly.

Robert hugged his mother tightly. "You are my darling, Mom," he said just as seriously.

"However," he continued, "you're right about your pussy having to wait. I don't know if I will be able to perform any time soon. I've done more fucking and coming today than, well, than anytime."

"Don't you worry, baby. I have ways to make your dick hard if I want too." Kathy raised her eyebrows at her son.

"Come on," she said, "let's take a shower together."

In the shower they took their time, lathering up, sluicing off, rubbing their wet bodies against each other, kissing, and sliding their hands all over each other. Kathy had been right. Robert's cock, although feeling a little sore, was beginning to get hard again.

Then, all of a sudden Kathy cried out. "Wait! Oh God! Why didn't I think of this before."

"What, Mom? Think of what before?"

Kathy paused before speaking again. She looked up at her son. Her back was to the shower stream. A fine spray rose up and around her. Her eyebrows and eyelashes were dripping with water, making her blink, and her hair was slicked back against her head. Robert thought she never looked more beautiful.

"Yes!" she said emphatically. "This will work."

"What, Mom?"

Kathy turned and shut the shower off then faced her son again. "Am I really your darling? Do you really want to continue this fantasy that we've been making real today?"

Oh yes, Mom. Oh hell yes!" Robert affirmed. "What are you getting at?" He could see excitement in her eyes and her face was animated with an almost glowing energy.

"What if I sell this house, quit my job and buy a house near your university. Then you could live at home and we could be together every day, or, actually, every night." She paused. Looked uncertain. "That is, if you would want me to do that," she said more hesitantly.

"That would be fantastic, Mom!" Robert knew that his mother didn't need to work. "I would love that. That would be fantastic." He was excited by the idea now.

"You're repeating yourself, Robert."

He laughed. "Yeah, but it's true. I think that's a wonderful idea. But, Mom, what would you do? I mean, it's not a big town. I know you like to work and there's no Macy's there and . . . ." He trailed off.

"Hey, Robert. I'm in sales. I'm sure they sell real estate up there. I can become a real estate agent. In fact, I think I'd like that. So what do you say? Is it a plan?"

Robert picked his mother up. She squealed with surprise as his strong arms hugged her tightly. Then he set her down and kissed her several times.

"We would, of course," Kathy continued, "have to have separate bedrooms. You know, for the sake of appearances. But we would sleep together every night, or nearly every night, if we happen to have house guests."

"It sounds like a wonderful idea, Mom," Robert agreed again, then began kissing his mother once more.

"What's this," Kathy asked when their lips parted the last time. She had her son's nearly erect cock in her hand. She went to her knees and began sucking on it and had it completely erect in no time.

Kathy stood up and grinned at her son. "I think it's time for you to fill my poor little pussy up with this monster and fuck me good and hard again, Robert."

Robert grinned at his mother. Before today, he never would have guessed at how overtly sexual she could be and, actually, downright vulgar in her language. But he loved it, knowing that this was personal and private and only between them.

"You've got it, babe," he said as he opened the shower door.

Within minutes mother and son were back on her bed and Robert had fully filled his mother's tight pussy with his big cock once again and was fucking her with long, easy strokes while nibbling on her ear and telling her how much he loved her.

Today they had made his fantasy come true. It had become his mother's fantasy, also. And now they had a plan to keep it going on a day-to-day basis for years to come.

Kathy kissed her son passionately and pressed her body up against his. Her hands felt his strong shoulders and muscular back and tight buns as his hips undulated, driving his cock deeply in and out of her pussy. It all felt so good to her. The pure animal lust of feeling her son's hard, young body working over her and of his wonderful hard manhood working in and out of her wet pussy was an incredible feeling that she wanted to last as long as possible.

They fucked for a long time without slowing down before Kathy felt another climax coming. She strained up against her son's beautiful body and writhed in ecstasy, crying out as her vaginal muscles gripped his thickness repeatedly as it fucked her so good.

Robert didn't stop fucking his mother when he heard and felt her coming. He only slowed down. Within a short time Kathy was deep in the throes of another orgasm. And then Robert's big cock unleashed it's last ejaculation of the night as he, too, began coming—coming in his mother's pussy once again. He was still amazed and astounded to actually be fucking his mother and he couldn't have imagined how good it would feel after having so many other orgasms, but it did. His body shuddered with pleasure as his cock emptied its thick cock cream into his mother's pussy.

After a few moments, Robert slid his still thick, but not quite so hard cock, out of his mother's vagina. It made a wet, sucking sound. He rolled over onto his back next to her. Both of them were covered with sweat and breathing deeply.

"Oh wow! Kathy spoke first, then laughed.

"Oh wow, indeed, Mom." Robert braced himself up onto his side and bent down to kiss his mother on the mouth.

Kathy put her arms around her son's neck and pulled him down hard into the kiss.

"Whew!" she said when the finally came up for air. "To quote my stud of a son, 'that was fucking fantastic.'"

Robert laughed as he flopped over onto his back. "Yeah. And Mom?"

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Thank you so very much for making my fantasy into a reality." He found her hand and squeezed it firmly. "I love you, Mom. I really and truly love you."

This time Kathy propped herself up then bent down to give her son several little kisses on the mouth. "I couldn't have done it without your wonderfully and deliciously perverted mind imagining it first."

They both laughed.

"And," Kathy continued as she snuggled up to her son and hugged him tightly, "I love you so very much too. But, ugh!" She laughed as she pushed away. We're both dripping wet."

Robert laughed. "Yeah, we've probably soaked the sheets and have to change them . . . and we'll have to take a rinse in the shower, too."

And that's what they did.

That night Robert slept with his mother for the first time since he had been a small child. He slept with her as her lover and they knew that they would sleep together for many, many nights to come. Mother and son kissed goodnight, turned out the lights, and snuggled up together . . . for about ten minutes. Then they moved away from each other and found their comfort zone.

"Mom?" Robert said in the darkness. "Just curious. How does your butthole feel?"

"Well-used," Kathy chuckled. "And, even though I do like anal sex, I don't think we are going to do that every day. Maybe once a week. Maybe. Okay?"

"Of course it's okay, Mom." Robert turned over and snuggled back up to his mother, his nose nuzzling around her ear, inhaling the scent of her clean skin.

He whispered in her ear. "Your mouth and pussy will be just great on a regular basis, with your ass thrown in once in a while as an extra treat."

He laughed quietly and Kathy was grinning in the dark. Then he began to nibble on her ear and his hand reached for her pussy.

"Oh no, buster," Kathy said as she moved her head away from her son's mouth and pushed his hand away from her pussy. "What happened to you not being able to get another erection, eh? Besides, we have to work in the morning and my pussy is feeling well-used too. I'm sure it's going to be sore in the morning. So just roll over and go to sleep, lover."

"Sore pussy in the morning? Does that mean I can't get a quickie before I go off to slave in the salt mines."

"I don't know. Maybe," Kathy relented. But the thought of waking up next to her son and having morning sex with him gave her well-used pussy a tingle. "But let's just go to sleep now, stud."

"Okay, babe" Robert said. He gave his mother a kiss on the cheek then turned over and got comfortable. Within a very short time both mother and son were asleep, dreaming about the future and what it held for them.
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