Patricia tilted her head down a little, not looking her son in the eyes, her body nearly trembling with the increased desire the aphrodisiac was causing. Her son was wearing black slacks and a white dress shirt and his black dress shoes. She swallowed again and with her heart beating hard she continued. “Jacob, I was hoping that you weren’t just fantasizing, that you really wanted, if given the chance,” she paused as she tilted her head back up and looked her son in the eyes, a small smile playing over her lips, “to fuck your mother, because, Jacob, I really want to fuck you.”
Patricia had said it as bluntly as she could; more to set in her mind what she hoped was about to happen in no uncertain terms rather than to shock her son. But he was shocked. His eyes widened at his mother’s words. At the same time he could feel the blood continuing to flow into his cock making it even harder still. That was part natural, from his own fantasy and desire for his mother and part the work of the effects of Aphrodite. Both of them, working together, made his desire for his mother all the more urgent.
“Seriously?” he asked again, in a near whisper.
Patricia took a step closer and put her arms around her son then pressed herself against his body. She placed the left side of her head against his chest. She could hear his heart beating as hard as hers. “Most seriously, son. Is it all fantasy or do you want some action? Do you want to make your fantasy a reality? Because, Jacob, I’m ready right now to do that.”
Patricia realized she was so turned on, not only by the aphrodisiac, but by wanting to seduce her son, by wanting to break one of societies major no-no’s of having sex with her son, that her pussy had gotten very, very wet. Yes, she told herself, I am so ready for this. A part of her mind wondered how she could go from your average, vanilla-flavored mother one week to an incest-desiring mother the next. She decided she really didn’t care. Making love with her son was all that matter right now.
Jacob inhaled the sweet scent of his mother’s perfume, his favorite, along with even more of the copulance. He put his hands on his mother’s shoulders. His cock was rapidly becoming fully erect. He was having a hard time realizing that his mother, the woman he’d been having sexual fantasies about since he was eighteen, albeit with a whole lot of guilt, was offering to have sex with him.
Jacob nuzzled his mother’s neck and up to her ear. “Mmm, Mom, I love your perfume,” he whispered before gently biting her ear.
“Ohh, Jacob, Jacob,” Patricia sighed and pressed her ear harder against her son’s mouth and teeth. Chill bumps ran all down the right side of her body and her stomach did flip-flops.
Jacob gently pushed his mother back before placing his hands on either side of her face. “Mom, I want to kiss you,” he said as he bent his head down to let his lips touch hers.
Patricia’s heart skipped a beat. She took a couple of quick breaths and swallowed. “Yes, Jacob, kiss me, please,” she said, her lips moving lightly across his as she spoke.