Cat
As I moved so close that I could smell your male muskiness and see the bloated veins on the underside of your cock, I felt I had to give you one more chance to back out from what, in all probability, would be a life changing act.
“I have never been more certain mum, sorry Cat,” You said quietly just before I took your gorgeous erection in both of my hands.
At that moment as I brought my face close to it, I was sure I had never seen anything so beautiful and desirable in my entire forty four years.
I looked up at you and stared right into your eyes. We looked at each other for a moment or two as I softly caressed the smooth, hard, hot, throbbing cock and stroked your balls with my fingertip.
“You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen,” I whispered, totally truthfully as I dragged my gaze from your eyes and down to what was in my hands. “And this is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” I sighed unable to resist kissing the uncircumcised cock right on its tip.
Peter
As you moved forward the sheet fell away from you and the glory of your total nakedness really hit me. God you were so beautiful, so sexy and so desirable. Despite moving across a soft feather mattress half covered and slightly entangled in a sheet there was a feline gracefulness in the way you, sort of, sidled up to me. As we stared at each other, your hands magically almost reaching out our taking my achingly hard cock between them, I could see so much in your eyes. Desire, lust, want and, most of all, love, all the emotions I hoped you could see in mine.
The first touch of your smooth, cool hands on my genitals was indescribable. As you gently and so lovingly caressed me I slowly pushed myself against them. When you told me how beautiful you thought I and my cock were I felt so proud and then, when you kissed the tip of my cock I wasn’t sure whether it nearly made me cum or faint.
“Now come to bed with me darling,” you whispered.
Cat
The fear, the conflict, the guilt had all gone. Well of course they hadn’t gone, but with my body and part of my mind now taking control of, not just my movements, but also what I was thinking, they had been ‘parked’ in a convenient recess of my mind. As I helped you onto the bed, my hands greedily still holding your cock, so I knew they would be back, but I had managed to move into a sort of state of grace where they didn’t matter; a mood where I could push the things I didn’t want to think about to one side, and focus on those I did want to think about. Hence, right and wrong, incest, the future, how it might affect us, your father, our family and what if someone found out vanished into the ether. All that existed was you, me and our bodies. All that I was focusing on was my darling son, his gorgeous cock and my hungry waiting cunt. My entire being seemed at that moment to revolve singularly about us making love.
We lay on our sides, our faces touching and our mouths kissing. Our hands were no longer reserved or reticent, but now confidently roamed the others body finding interesting and arousing places; my breasts, your bottom, my nipples, your balls, my clit and your cock. They went everywhere as we gradually moved ourselves towards what at this time was the ultimate act in our relationship; the most extreme act a mother and son can do.
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