She brought her lips to my ear. “I don’t know what’s happening inside me. But it’s insatiable.”
“I can tell.”
“Will you help me take care of it?”
My cock immediately stiffened at the offer, as my mother held me in her arms, with her lips to my ear.
“What do you want me to do?” I asked.
“Touch my breasts.”
I gulped. “Are you sure?”
She released the hug. Then she touched my wrist. Then she guided my hand to her right breast.
Her breast felt so soft against the palm of my hand. I felt her nipple, which was stiffened and erect. When I cupped her breast and squeezed, she gasped.
“Are you uncomfortable doing this to me?” she asked. “Or should we stop?”
I squeezed her breast a little tighter. “It’s up to you. I don’t mind. And I don’t think you should be embarrassed by this. It’s an emergency, right?”
She smiled, “You’re right. It’s a medical emergency. And this appears to be the only way to solve the problem.”
The truth was, I was incredibly aroused holding her bare breast in my hand. I didn’t want to stop, but I didn’t want to take advantage of her either. It was entirely up to her.
My hand squeezed her breast harder. I fondled it and played with her nipple. Then I used both hands to play with both of her breasts. She moaned.
“How far are you willing to go?” she asked in a daring tone.
“I’ll go as far as you want me to.”
“Will you promise to be respectful about this?” she asked. “This full moon has taken a hold of me. My mind feels connected with something spiritual. And I desperatelyneed to cum.”
My cock throbbed at that point.
“I’ll always be respectful about this.”
She held my wrist and brought my hand down below. She slipped my hand underneath her clothes and I touched her bare vagina. I felt her pubic hairs against my hand.
It was obvious what she expected me to do. She wanted me to play with her pussy. And I did. I rubbed the outer area of her vagina. I touched her labia and felt that she was seeping with fluids. Her vaginal fluids were slowly dripping. Then I rubbed her clitoris, which made her gasp. Her body jilted when I put two fingers inside of her hole.
“God,” she gasped. “This can’t be happening.”
I stopped for a moment. “Do you want me to keep going?”
“Yes,” she said without hesitation.
My fingers continued rubbing her pussy. With my other hand, I fondled her breast and nipple. There was a look of overwhelming lust on my mother’s face. There was no doubt whatsoever that she was enjoying our incestuous moment.
“I understand it now,” she groaned. “I can see why the Queen fucked her son. The taboo. Oh, gosh, the taboo. It felt so good. God, I can feel it.”
Her sexuality became fully exposed as I touched her with both hands. Physically she was being stimulated. And emotionally she felt overwhelmed by the desires and taboo. It was a potent combination. Judging by the look on her face, she had never felt anything like it before.
“I’m close,” she groaned. “Keep rubbing me like this. Put your fingers in deeper. I’m almost there.”
With my fingers buried inside her pussy, and my other hand playing with her nipple, she moaned loudly. I played with her pussy with an in-and-out motion, which clearly worked. She breathed heavily and her heart was beating rapidly.
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