“I am going to… “He started to say. And right then he shot his load right into my mouth. It was like liquid fire. He painted my mouth with his cum. I was in heaven. I sucked out the last drop, and his dick was getting soft in my hand and mouth. I pulled off him and looked right in the eye.
“Honey, I love you,” I said.
He kissed me… deep… long… and hard. We lay on the bed together. His dick was now soft and small. We held each other and I drifted off to sleep.
We both slept straight through till morning. I awoke before him. I just lay there thinking about the night before. Robert was asleep on his back. The covers almost down to his cock. The cock I not only gave birth to but the cock that has now been in my mouth. I closed my eyes and began to shudder. I began to question myself. What did I do? What happens now? I must be the worst mother alive! I began to cry. I was overwhelmed with guilt.
What is it about, lust? You can tell yourself anything when you’re horny. You believe the worst thing you could do, would be to deny your lust. You satisfy that lust, just as I had with my brother then Bam! You find yourself wondering, ‘what you were thinking?’ What did you do?
I knew I should be there when he woke. I can face him. But, not now. I slowly slid my foot off the bed. First one and then the other. My eyes never leaving him. ‘Please God, Don’t let him wake!’ I thought to myself. I sat up, then stood.
I walked naked to the door and grabbed my house coat. I slipped from the room. Like some kind of bandit. I went to the kitchen, turned on the kettle, and waited for it to boil.
As I sat at the kitchen table, my mind returned to the night before. “What am I gonna say to Robert?” I thought. The images of his rock hard cock flashed in my mind, god his cock, in my hand, in my mouth. “What will he say?” I thought. The image of his hand with the soap gliding along my pussy.
I knew at that point we were never going to do that again. I also knew he needed to get up for school. I did not want to see him just yet so I went ahead and called the school saying he was sick and would not be in.
The kettle was ready so I made myself a cup of instant coffee and walked out to the living room. I felt like I just returned to the scene of a crime. I sat on the sofa and began to sip my coffee. The caffeine seamed to clear my head a bit.
The guilt was passing. I guess you could say that was my baptism by fire.
I faced the guilt and lived. I had fucked my brother and now I had sucked my son.
No lightning from the heavens. I did not all of a sudden fall over dead. Perhaps this was not the end of the world, but the start of a new one where Robert and I could be so much more than mother and son.
The ringing of the phone shocked me back to the here and now. “Hello”, my mind went blank, my mouth was open but nothing came out. No words, no sound.
“Julie, hello, Julie are you there?” There was only one person who called me Jude, Karen. I had completely forgotten I was supposed to model today. Karen my lover, my friend, I could talk to her. I had told her about my brother/lover after she had told me about her mother’s lessons. My brain got in sync with my mouth and I told her everything.