As our gazes met he raised his eyebrows as he saw that I was not naked. We simply stared at each other for a few moments. I could tell that he was trying to work out the message I was trying to transmit by keeping my knickers and heels on. But now, seeing him in all his majestic, rampant, nakedness that message went by the way and smiling at him I slipped my hands into the waist of my knickers and pushed them down and off to stand naked and thus, revise the message to, ‘I am ready to make love to you.’
“Oh Jay,” he groaned as he took me into his arms and we kissed.
“Oh Peter,” I whispered back revelling in the feeling of our bodies being in contact from our lips to our toes. I slightly squirmed against his erection that was pressed into my stomach from my pubic bone to my navel and I kissed him with a passion I had long forgotten.
“Why did you keep your panties on?”
“I wasn’t sure.”
“So why take the rest off?”
“I don’t know I guess I was saying let’s make love but maybe not go all the way.”
“So, what made you take them off?”
“This,” I grinned running my hand down between us and taking hold of his cock.
Kissing me as he laughed he said. “So, it’s just lust after all?”
“Oh, darling if only I could explain how and what I feel and yes of course part of it is lust but it is much, much more.”
“I know mum and I feel the same.”
We kissed again, deep and long, passionate with lots of tongue involvement and sucking of each other’s lips.
“Come to bed Jay?”
We went to his room, lay on his bed and quite simply fucked.
So easy to say, so simple and straightforward to write but it was so much, much, much more than that. So many emotions, feelings and sensations. So many physical reactions and wonderfully for me so many orgasms.
“Should I wear something?” he asked as he cradled me in his arms after making wonderful oral love to my breasts and nipples.
That and me stroking his glorious prick was the extent of our foreplay, we didn’t need more, we were ready for sex and little further arousal was needed.
“No, there’s no need darling I am probably past conceiving and I am on the pill,” I told him as he pressed the bulbous head of his lovely cock against my sodden lips. “Just make love to me Peter, please, please just do that.”
“Oh god mum, Jay yes,” he groaned as at last we consummated the incestuous relationship I had been fantasising about for so long as his lithe cock slid up my fully lubricated cunt.
The fuck was like nothing I had ever experienced. That wasn’t due to Peter’s lovemaking skills or the way that I led him. It wasn’t due to anything physical really; it was emotional for both of us. And without doubt it was the most emotional experience I had ever had and probably, I thought as Peter started to thrust inside me, the most sexually emotional a mother could have, it was simply sublime!
But it wasn’t just the fact that my son was inside me and was making love to me it was so much, much more than that and there were so many sensations and feelings. Of course, there was that magical feeling of a new lover’s cock sliding up inside me. There was also that sensational feeling of holding ‘my baby.’ He was in my arms again but this time on top of me and between my legs. Feeling the smooth strength as my hands wandered up and down his back was magical. And then having him slowly thrusting his hardness deep inside me stimulating all those ultra-sensitive places deep inside a woman as well as those around her labia and clit, took me to new heights of sexual delight.