And then she rolled further back the duvet to show her exposed thighs, hips, and the neatly trimmed triangle of dark blonde fur above her pussy. Slipping out of her negligee, I lay mesmerised by the stark reminder of just how desirable she always was.
‘Is there anything I can get you?’ I asked dutifully. Mum shook her head, dreamily gazing at me, then took my hand in hers. ‘I’m just really hot right now,’ she said and then, ‘here, feel…’
She took my hand and placed it on her soft, smooth belly, smoothing my forearm with her free hand. ‘You’re hot too,’ she noted. ‘You must be boiling in those clothes.’
‘Well I only sleep naked these days, really,’ I pointed out,’ so I am quite warm…’
I drifted, watching her lift my hand from her belly to her ribs, and then moving from one elbow to her shoulder. The back of my hand brushed the side of one ample breast on the way past, leaving my eyes to study the faint shine and glow of her milky skin there. Her nipples were still pink, though a darker shade maybe.
‘It’s nice to sleep naked. Good to rely on body heat,’ she insisted, though I was already well in the know. ‘Take your clothes off. I’m naked. You might as well be,’ mum suggested. ‘We can snuggle some more.’
I slipped off my t-shirt without hesitation, then raised my backside off the bed and clasped the waistband of my sweatpants. All the while she watched as a little more skin came into view. When my cock sprang out, semi-erect and growing, a yearning look overcame her. She pulled herself towards me then and wrapped herself around me; a thigh gliding smoothly over my hip, her arms snaking around my neck to pull my head to her breast.
I puckered my lips gently to kiss her sleep-heated flesh and heard her gasp. Still I grew and grew and her hips bucked to rub her pubic mound back against me in response. My mother – there was no other, and nobody in the world who would understand what we had.
‘That’s nice,’ she breathed as I kissed her breast again, inhaled and exhaled heavily against her. ‘Can I kiss you?’ she asked, loosening her clasp on me.
‘Of course you can, mum,’ I said, lifting my head up until we were face to face and centimetres apart. We gazed, her hands stroking my cheek and neck, and then her lips parted to couple with mine, tempting me with an unspoken question. Our lips parted again, only for hers to return eagerly, to make her message clear. And still I grew against her.
‘Can I kiss you back?’ I asked. She nodded, her eyes remaining on mine, wide and all-aware, and when I moved into her, our mouths opened and our tongues began to dance and to writhe like snakes – languidly, seductively, sexually…
6
Time became a blur as we kissed and spoke sweetly of each other, rekindling our lost incestuous passion. Her sex bucked against mine as we writhed together, moistening me with her lustful love for me. And although it was inevitable that we were headed towards an act of love forbidden and reviled by most, still there was to be no doubt.
She stopped me in the throes of passion, the palm of my hand wet with her pussy juices, the air scented with her arousal, and while her hand too was sticky and wet around the shaft of my solid cock. ‘I want it,’ she said, jerking me firmly. ‘Will you fuck me like you used to?’
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