We stayed embraced for what seemed like an eternity, the water gently licking our overheated bodies, the small waves making my big, womanly, soft, breasts, bouncing against my son's chest, nipples still erect, the excitement still showing, like a reminder of what we had done. John's lovemaking penis was still buried inside my now sperma- soaked pussy, however, it's present size and glory had diminished, but not the knowledge of the sinful, and yet so wonderful act we had done. It was now that it really started flushing my body, after the pleasure had subsided so much that I started to think more rational. I knew what incest was, I had read about it, and even seen some debates on our new purchased T.V. I knew it was an act of depravity, the ultimate thing a mother could do to her son. It was bad, forbidden by church and law. How could I let it happen? Giving in for my personal needs, sexual needs, I had for so long kept secret and hidden to myself? How could I let my own son loose on my body, the way I wanted and needed a man? Yes, maybe he had wanted it too, but after all, he was so young and innocent he didn't know what was wrong or right, he just followed his instincts, his sexual instincts…Oh…how wrong I had acted…
'Ohh…what have we done…' I whispered in his ear, my brain getting aware of the fact I still had my hand firmly around his sac, still holding it gently. Slowly, almost reluctantly, I let go, feeling the shame flush…John was still holding me close to him, his hands around my buttocks in a steady grip, however he was more weak than I, and he didn't resist when I slowly parted from him. It wasn't until his penis slid out of my cum-filled vagina, that he awoke from his dreamy state… he blushed, looking me in my eyes…
'I'm so sorry…I…It's my fault…I…I don't know what got into me…', I heard myself stammering, tears filling my eyes…
'Ohh…how could I let it happen…'…by now I was crying openly, ashamed of the dirty act I had just done…one of the most deprived things a woman could do…how could I forgive myself…how?
I felt two strong hands embracing me, John's body pressed tight to me… 'It's all right mom, it really is…don't cry…it felt wonderful…in fact…I've never, ever, felt this good in my entire life!'
Chapter III
I was in uproar for the rest of the day. Tim appeared pretty soon after our love-session, and we had to drop the subject. However, my mind was split, I was very distracted and my head was in turmoil. During the ride home, I could feel my still sex-aching vagina get stimulated from the movements in the saddle…but most of all, I could feel John's virginal sperm, which he had deposited inside of me only minutes earlier, squishing and squelching out of my tunnel of love only to soak my panties, making them stick and clib between my thighs. Thus reminding me of our lovemaking…
At home, I tried to do my chores, fixing some dinner, washing, but my mind kept wandering away, reminding me of the sinful but yet so pleasurable act earlier. I needed to be alone for awhile, to think my situation over. I couldn't even look my own son in his eyes any longer, avoiding eye-contact, feeling shame and guilt flushing my body every time my eyes met his, every time I had to talk to him.
I wanted to talk with John about what had happened, but I couldn't. I had wanted to clear some things out, maybe to tell him I was sorry, that we should forget all about it, on the other hand I wasn't able to conduct such a discussion in the state of decomposure I was in…I was really happy when Tim was around, it felt much more easier…
That night John came to me. I somehow knew it would happen again, and yes, I was hoping for him to come. I knew what the sex-urge was, how hard it was resisting it, how easy it was to give in. If I needed it so bad, then how much more did my son need it? I knew from experience what the sex-drive meant for a youngster…I knew that by letting him take a bite from the forbidden apple, he would want it all, and he would come after more. I knew I wasn't strong enough to stop him, I wanted it as bad as him, missing it for so long… That night when my son came into my room, I knew our lives would change. Nothing would be the same…ever.
I was lying awake, thinking of the day, remembering the wonderful few moments I had had on my birthday, the moments of pure love my son had given to me, the loving moments, so dangerous and immoral, but so pleasurable and heavenly. However they were blurry. Blurry with the feeling of guilt and sin. Then I couldn't remember everything straight. Maybe it was the wine or maybe it was the pure excitement…
I was fingering myself for the second time since I had gone to bed when I heard my bedroom door open.
'Mom, are you awake', hearing John's whispering voice really startled me, I was hoping with all my hart that he would come to me, knowing how sinful it would be…I had awaited him, like a woman awaits her secret lover at night…
'Yes, John, I'm awake…'.
I could see the shadow of his body in the pale moonshine shooting through our window. He sat down on my bed, facing me.
'Mom, are you still mad at me?'
'Oh..no John, how could I be mad at you? Why do you think that?'
'Well…after you know…what happened at the lake, you haven't talked to me…or… anything…you don't even look at me…'
'Come here John.', I sat up in bed, and hugged him motherly, as I had done for so many times, only this time I felt other strange feelings overwhelm my body than just motherly love. Oh how I wanted my son, the man that I had given birth to, the man I had nursed, the man I had washed and taken care of. The same man was now driving me crazy with animal lust, feelings I couldn't show to my son. I wanted him, but at the same time I knew how wrong it would be…
I hugged him closely to me, rocking our bodies, feeling the warmth from his chest spread to my breasts through my thin night-gown and my son's payama, my nipples getting erect.
'No, my son, it's not that I'm mad at you, it's just that…what happened at the lake today shouldn't have happened. It was bad of me to let things get out of hand. Maybe it was the wine, I don't know really…You're big enough to know about what happened today, to understand that a mother isn't supposed to do such a thing to her child…it's bad. They call it incest, something forbidden by law.'
'But mom, you didn't do anything to me, it was something that just happened…I wanted it to happen to, it's really my fault, and I'm sorry you're mad at me…'
'No John, at that moment I wanted it to happen, but it's a bad thing to want that. But you see…it's been..an awful long time since I've been with…someone…a woman needs a man, exactly like a man needs a woman…I guess I got too crazy to think… I'm not trying to excuse myself…I know I can't…but I just want to…to explain…'… my concience was loosing the grip, without thinking, my hands were caressing John's back, occasioanlly gripping his buttocks, my body pressed tightly to his…'Oh John, forgive me, please do…I wanted you so…I wanted to feel a man, even though you're my son.' I was pressing myself even tighter, my body squirming, my mouth kissing his eyes, his beuatiful and innocent eyes…'I'm sorry of what happened, but I needed you so bad, I understand if you… I..if you wont forgive me…I needed you!'. Feeling his body so close to mine, his warmth, his breath and most of all, his building erection, made me loose my mind. I was so horny I couldn't think straight. I was like a youngster once having had sex. I could go on forever… 'I'm sorry John, I'm so sorry…we shouldn't…be…doing…' I found my hand patting his erection gently thru the pajama pants, feeling it grow to the wonderful size I had once felt inside of me. My mouth kept talking what my brain told it, however, it didn't mean anything, for me in that excitement, it was only empty words, meaning absolutly nothing, it was pure nonsense…
Suddenly I felt his young, strong but manly hands, covering my big, soft breasts, kneading them thru the thin silky fabric, like he was kneading dough. His mouth meeting mine, lips cealing around eachother, my tongue probing the entrance to his mouth, finally finding its way, meeting his tongue, playing in his mouth in a hot and passionate but so forbidden kiss. Not the motherly kiss on the cheek, but the kiss of two lovers, hot, excited and lustfilled, ready to make up…
One moment we were fondling eachothers bodies. My hand reaching down to his crotch, squeezing his stiff penis thru the payama pants, simultaneously, John's hands sqeezing my breasts, his hands working freneticly, fascinated by the size and softness, like all boys were fascinated by female, mature, breasts.
The next, I was on my back, his body covering mine. The moon painting out the contours of his face, eyes burning with heat, moans, panthing and hot touches exchanging. He started humping me, but we still had our
