She put her hands on my chest and pushed me backwards, until I sat on the long seat.
She sat on my lap, near my throbbing erection.
“This is what I saw in my visions,” she said, rubbing my chest. “The Queen and her son. Loving each other tenderly underneath the moonlight. Just like we are now. Isn’t it wonderful?”
She reached down and softly fondled my cock with her soft fingertips. It was meant to be a tease.
My mother continued, “I have no idea what’s going to happen. Whatever I’m feeling inside, it might only be tonight. Or it could also happen again during the next full moon. I don’t know. But it’s because of this tiny ball the old gypsy lady gave me. That’s the only explanation.”
“Can I be honest?”
“Please.”
“Whatever she gave you, keep it.”
She smiled and squeezed my cock. “Now who’s the horny one? But I want you to keep in mind that if we do this, it will change our relationship forever. Are you willing to risk that?”
I answered by putting my hands on her soft & firm bare bottom to pull her towards me.
She lifted herself slightly, legs spread, and she guided my erection towards her wet hole. It was a perfect fit. It was the way it was meant to be. My cock slid inside of my mother and it felt right.
The look on her face said it all. Her lips slightly quivered. Her facial muscles moved. Her eyelids batted.
“God that feels so good,” she moaned. “It’s exactly what I need. It’s the only way my desires can be satisfied.”
She wrapped her arms around me and we held each other close. Our bodies were pressed tightly together. I felt her curvaceous breasts and large nipples pressed against me. Her nipples remained stiff from arousal. And I felt the heat of her warming body.
Her hips gave short thrusts. Then the thrusts became harder. My mother did all the work while she was on my lap. Her entire body weight was on me. As she motioned back and forth, her breathing became heavier. She was so aroused that it was unbelievable. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before. All because of a spell that my mother was under (or whatever it was).
She put her hands around my neck and worked her hips faster. Her groaning became louder and louder.
“People might hear,” I reminder her.
She paused for a moment, slowing down. Then she brought her lips to my ear.
“The last thing we need is to be caught and kicked off this train. We would be the talk of the town if people knew that a mother & son were fucking in this little room of the train.”
With that said, she went back to thrusting her hips in a fast manner. This time, she pressed her lips tightly together and clenched her jaw. She was determined to suppress all noises so that people in the other rooms couldn’t hear us.
Even as she remained quiet, the intense look remained on her face. We looked each other in the eyes while we fucked. There was nothing but lust. The shame and embarrassment was gone. My intelligent & proper mother had been consumed with her burning sexual feelings. I had never seen anything like it before. And it was so arousing to watch.
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