“Ooh, sweetie,” whispered his mother. “My robe…”
He heard her let out a tiny, surprisingly girlish giggle. She slipped her fingers into Justin’s sweatpants and pulled down with hard, deliberate movements. Justin’s cock snapped free, and it was only then that he realized what was happening. He blinked, still horny, and felt the tip of his erection rubbing against something, hot, wet, and incredibly inviting.
“Mom…” Justin eased forward, feeling his mother’s body shiver with delight as he pressed into her. Logic and reason mounted one final, desperate assault on his senses, and he pulled back slightly, shaking his head.
“It’s okay, honey,” whispered his mom. “It’s okay.”
“…You’re my mother,” he said, slowly. “This is…”
His mom pushed back, rubbing her velvety folds across his shaft. She looked over her shoulder at him, biting her bottom lip and wiggling her butt. Justin pushed forward, still shocked by what he, by what they, were in the process of doing.
The tip of his cock slid inside his mother’s hot, tight cunt. She let out a soft moan and rubbed her hand along Justin’s thigh, pausing to squeeze his knee. She’d done that throughout his life, ever since he’d been a little boy, to reassure him.
Justin groaned, all of his shame and confusion feeding the flames of his horny, illicit lust. He sheathed his cock further inside his mother’s tight, wet pussy. She flicked her hair out of her face as she turned to meet his eye, smiling. It was such a motherly expression that for a moment, Justin had another surge of doubt. Of horror, even.
She’s my mom! What the hell am I doing?
“What is it, sweetie?” she said, her voice soft and sweet. “Don’t be shy. You can say it.”
“This is… wrong,” said Justin. “Mom, we can’t be doing this.”
Even as he spoke, his hands found their way to his mom’s waist, and his hips regained their back and forth motion. He slowly slid his rod in and out, feeling the soft, velvety tightness of her wet hole, and the burning heat of her body.
“It’s okay,” she said. “I’m just taking care of you, honey. These things happen…”
Justin pumped into her faster, the accumulated arousal from the past couple of days suddenly overcoming the mental dam holding it back. He groped at his mom’s breasts and thrust into her with enough energy to make the counter shake.
His mother let out tiny little breaths each time he pushed in. Her hands were anchored against the countertop, but Justin’s enthusiasm slid her forward across it until she was bent forward at a rakish angle.
“Oh god!” Justin kissed his mom’s neck, inhaling her sweet, clean scent. “Mom!”
That’s right. She’s my mom.
He was fucking her with the kind of passion that can only come from conflicting drives and emotions, the kind that most people are lucky if they experience once or twice in their life. And it felt incredible, like eating the forbidden fruit and having all other tastes ruined for him.
The whole kitchen creaked each time Justin pushed forward. Every thrust gave him a burst of illicit pleasure, along with a cute, high pitched squeal from his mom. It was as though every element of the taboo coupling was working to push it forward, toward its inevitable climax.