She rolled on top of Robert with a giggle, nodding in agreement, and taking him down into the pillows, balancing herself atop him like a little bird settling into its nest. The covers come away, she tore them to the floor frantically as he played with her breasts again and made love to her exposed throat with his mouth.
Her shorts were soaked through at the crotch. She could feel herself burning with fever inside, forcing all of her arousal outwards like water seeping away from fire.
‘It’s been a very long time for me, so I need to be in control right now, okay?’
He nodded his understanding, and his approval. Here was the epitome of the woman of his dreams. And now it was beginning to make sense. She always had been, even though she was his own biological mother.
Robert had longed for her all his life, all of his childhood and his further formative years, and before he even knew her or what she looked like, she was the girl he wanted to be with; the spark that caused his desire to catch fire.
Now his mother was grinding her sex along the solid length of his cock, separated only by their dampening underwear, and he was already fighting not to explode.
Such a sexy, confident smile looked down on him with a love that could never come from a woman unrelated. And when she sat back hard on him and gasped, she invited him to see what was causing all the fuss.
Robert followed her eyes down, past her gyrating hips, down between her thighs, where her camel toe was showing through so absurdly, drenched in her own juices, pulling the thin fabric deeper into the rut as she rode the outline of his erection; which was now so visible through the soaked fabric of his boxers.
‘Are you sure we should do this?’ she whimpered uncertainly.
‘I’ll never make you do anything you don’t think you should,’ he promised.
‘But do you want to?’ she urged.
‘Yes,’ he gushed.
‘I’m still your mother,’ as she pulled the crotch of her panties to one side.
‘I know,’ as she released his solid length; so impressive and standing proud. She took him in her hand, and that hand seemed so small and dainty all of a sudden. ‘Oh Jesus…’
‘And once you’re back inside me,’ as she positioned herself just over the tip and rubbed it deeply along the slickened crease between her labia, ‘we won’t be together the way motherhood intended…’
‘Oh God, mum, what then?’ Robert begged. ‘I don’t know what it means!’
Silence again. Marie floated there, holding him still beneath her and slipping tentatively into her pussy. She was dripping wet. Her hand was soaked. Her son’s largeness was slippery. She couldn’t hold him down except for one way.
The doubt in her eyes doubled, anxiety bottomed out deep inside and that lust she felt, on top of the incredible love she couldn’t deny, forced her down onto him ever so slowly.
‘I guess I won’t know until I find out,’ she finally said, frozen stiff and becoming impaled on him. In slow motion, Robert’s hard cock sunk inch by inch into his mother’s gentle, nurturing sex.
A duet of breathless gasps filled the air as she took him all the way and joined with him completely.