Just as she had when Marie rubbed herself up and down his length, she began to wiggle and rock her hips so gently, snuggling up to him internally and adjusting to his size and shape. Robert was already lost in bliss, and lost in her eyes. She herself was battling with the full immensity of what this was.
Incest! Taboo! The ultimate forbidden! The final barrier between a mother and her son!
‘Oh god, mum…’
She flinched.
‘Sorry, do you prefer…’
‘Why pretend,’ Marie supposed, now getting used to him and losing herself in the sensation of his hardness and her softness yielding to each other.
Every time she sunk down onto him, he returned through the circle of life to kiss the lips of the womb that made him. And every time she retracted, his strong, defined glans acted like a plunger and literally sucked the warm, salty waters of lust from her very soul.
And then she was riding him like they were escaping some terrifying beast out of the woods and into the light, only that light was her first orgasm by sex in so long that she forgot how sexual a creature she had once been.
Marie howled, whimpered, sobbed and held onto her son as she pounded her hips down into his. Already the sweat was rolling off her back and between her breasts and Robert was in heaven at the sight of her, ravaging him like they were long lost lovers.
‘Roll me over and have me,’ she whispered directly into his ear after meeting him in a breathless panting kiss, and when he did, still inside her, they continued to make out playfully in a warm embrace. ‘The floodgates are open…’
Robert chuckled gyrating his own hips as he invaded her teasingly and sunk in effortlessly. She groaned, her eyes rolling back into her head.
‘I can feel it.’
‘I want to see it,’ she urged. ‘I want to watch you; us sliding together.’
She lifted her legs up. Then in a shameless show of flexibility, Marie held her knees back to give him complete unrestricted access. And now she could watch as his glimmering, soaking cock pistoned lovingly, erotically – absurdly – deeply in and out of her.
‘Oh that’s…’
‘Do you know how good this feels to me?’ Robert wondered out loud.
‘I’m so fucking turned on by that…’
‘The feeling’s mutual from me to you,’ he replied and leaned in to let their tongues play before sucking on hers and fucking her faster.
Marie’s pussy was so wet by now she was squelching, sloshing, with every repetition of that sweet long glide home. She couldn’t help but let go, to surrender to it, and she knew that before long she would be coming like a geyser, ready for the rapture and every other hell that their incestuous coupling was worth.
Robert pulled out suddenly, leaving her empty and cooling. Frantically he lifted himself up to remove his boxers, almost tearing them off in the process. And before she could say anything, hers came off next.
Rejoining again with his mother, Marie wrapped her legs around Robert’s hips, locking her feet together at the small of his back, and encouraged him to fuck her deep and hard. Eyes locked together, the intensity doubled, tripled, quadrupled. Their hot, sticky bodies gluing together at the waist, she could tell he was close in his ragged breathing and tense, jerky movements.