She opens her eyes and pulls me away from her, reaching to hold my face with one hand. Her fingers are either side of mouth, pressed into my cheeks as she pushes her mouth against mine and kisses me again.
She uses her fingers to manipulate my mouth, moving it so that she can pull my lips apart as she plunges her tongue into me. She swirls it around the inside of my mouth, like she’s greedy and needy for our kiss. This is different to how she has ever kissed me before. When my tongue connects with hers it’s a feeling of being taken in to somewhere I’ve never been but that has always been waiting for me. We are tasting the inside of each other and feeling our way to somewhere strange. She is leading me there.
There will be times in the future when we talk about this and she will tell me about how it felt for her. The nervous excitement as she contemplated this. She will tell me about how her attraction towards me emerged from her loneliness and fused itself with her love for me. She will talk to me about her hatred for the need for me that runs through her, but how incredible it felt to her the first time we kissed and touched like this.
She takes me to that place with her. We feel the same confused attraction as we delve deeper. She uses her hand to twist my mouth onto hers, before licking and biting softly across my lips. She guides me lovingly into a sensuous and wonderful place where we both discover the beauty of incest. The mental acknowledgement of what we are doing provokes an intense sexual experience. It’s something exclusive to us. Something that only we can provide each other.
Her hand returns to my body as we kiss. There is no pretence now. She lays her palm flat against my stomach and then slides down inside of my shorts until her hand rests against the swollen flesh of my penis. I tense a little as our skin meets. There is only the slightest movement as her fingers play and stroke lightly around the exposed head in a delicate motion. She plants tiny kisses across my face until her tongue flickers across my ear and she speaks to me,
“It’s OK baby, we love each other, don’t be scared, it’s OK”
She begins to kiss my body. First it is my face, the plush velvet of her lips caressing my cheeks and chin. One of her hands continues to stroke and gently masturbate me as the other pushes the bottom of my tee shirt upwards. As she does this, her head moves downwards and her mouth trails across the flesh of my chest and her tongue brushes over my nipples.
I watch her head sinking a little lower as her lips make a line of teasing kisses down my chest and stomach. Her hand releases my penis and she pushes my shorts down over my hips. I raise my rear from the bed just slightly so that she can free them.
In that instant, and for the first time in my life, I feel the lush sensation as my mom’s lips sweep sweetly over the tip of my cock. At first, she just rubs them across me in a slow and comforting touch. Then, as if to reassure me, she presses a soft kiss against the flesh.