“Until yesterday, you and I had been strangers for twenty-six years,” he said as he moved his mouth closer to hers. “It’s not the same as you think.”
He could tell that she was becoming more afraid as his lips closed in. Her breathing became loud and rapid, and her face seemed to tremble, although the source of that trembling remained unclear. Yet despite her obvious fear of what was happening to them, she didn’t turn her head away or verbally demand that he stop. And the moment she felt his lips touch hers, her opposition to the temptation of giving herself over to the forbidden desires she was feeling instantly collapsed.
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Ever since she had been a child, Linda would do the same thing every Sunday morning. The Baptist church she had always attended seemed to stress regularly the importance of running away from sin, especially sexual sins. She knew that incest was one of those sins, but she began to feel a sense of pride as she willfully indulged in it. In fact, giving in to sin had never felt so good.
She threw herself at John with such force that he lost his balance and fell to the floor, causing her to fall with him. They seemed to race each other to see which of them could get undressed faster. Their tongues danced in each other’s mouths as he squeezed one of her breasts while she fondled his erection.
When John finally began to position himself on top of her, Linda could feel a wicked sensation that came with knowing that her son was about to penetrate her. And as she felt the thickness of his manhood burst inside her with wanton desire, her heart seemed to jump for joy as she felt her legs wrapping around his waist and her body rising into the air to meet his every thrust.
John delighted at her moans and grunts, and his drive to fuck her harder got a boost from the agonizing look of pleasure that took control of her face. He had never imagined that one day he would be acting out his fetish, but there on the carpet he felt exhilarated as he drilled his mother with all the energy he could muster.
As their bodies raced towards orgasm, Linda received John inside her with what felt like both romantic and motherly love. The sex without a doubt felt wonderful, and none of her prior experiences had ever been as amazing as this. But watching the expressions on his face and hearing his soft moans as she felt him going in and out of her was doing something to her, something completely unexpected.
After having given John up for adoption, Linda had never been able to have anymore children. This had been why she had often thought about her baby boy. Now she was holding that boy in her arms. She held him partly because her instincts as a mother told her to do so, but she also held him because the feeling of her son inside her seemed to greatly intensify the bond she had just started forming with him.
As mother and son reached orgasm together and yelled out in ecstasy, she held on to him tightly as her body exploded. She felt such joy at having her son climax inside her, and at that moment nothing could have been more right or good.