It was a strange Friday night for Marion to begin with. She had a dinner date who canceled out at the last minute. This may not have been so bad, but it was the night the 38 year old widow had decided that she wanted to get laid. She had gone out with George a couple of times before and had found him to be warm and charming. She thought they were a good match and tonight he would have gotten lucky. But, he chose to cancel without any real explanation leaving her by herself, depressed and frustrated.
As she sat there feeling sorry for herself, the apartment door opened and her son Derek came in. The 19 year old was attending a college about an hour away and often came home on weekends, usually unannounced. Seeing his mother all dressed up, he was struck by how attractive she was. A guy’s mom just wasn’t supposed to look that alluring.
“Looking good, Mom. Heading out somewhere?”
“I thought so, but he just called and backed out.”
“All dressed up and nowhere to go. Well, that’s his loss. Guy must have been nuts to pass you up.”
“Thanks honey, that’s nice to hear.” She did feel a little better. “How about you, any plans?”
“No, nothing in particular, just figured I’d hang out for the weekend.”
“Feel like going to dinner with your old lady? I went to all the trouble of getting dolled up, I kind of hate to waste the effort.”
“Sure, let me change into something a little more appropriate and we’re off.”
With that he went into his bedroom to change. When he returned he’d exchanged his jeans and sweatshirt for a pair of tan slacks and a blazer. Marion couldn’t help but think of what a good looking guy he was when he dressed up. She had no way of knowing that the feeling was mutual. Derek had long been impressed with his mother’s looks; she was the standard by which he judged other women. Few, in his opinion, matched her, either physically or in personality.
Dinner went well, they had always enjoyed each other’s company and tonight was no exception. But the broken date weighed heavily on Marion’s mind. Even Derek’s company couldn’t lift her out of her mood of disappointment and frustration. To be dumped at the last minute was a personal insult under any circumstances, but on the night she’d decided to put out? That was humiliating.
She wondered, had she played it too cool on their two previous outings and he’d lost patience? But it was not unusual for a woman to wait for the third date to come across. Perhaps he’d found a sure thing, someone easier than her for tonight. It was easy to agree with her son’s statement that it was George’s loss, but she still felt rejected. She began to smooth her ruffled feathers with alcohol, apricot brandy to be exact.
The sweet, fruity tasting liquor went down easily and did its job; elevating her mood and putting her in good humor. By the end of their meal, she had downed four and, not being big drinker, she was noticeably under the influence. She wasn’t wasted, but the effects were evident. When they returned to the apartment she headed to her bedroom, telling her son she “wanted to get out of these damned glad rags”.
Alone in her room, the feelings of rejection returned. After laying out her pajamas, she turned to face the full length mirror on her closet door and looked herself over. She couldn’t understand why George had canceled on her. Reaching behind her, she undid the back of her dress and stepped out of it. She sized herself up in the mirror, posing in her lingerie. Blonde shoulder length hair, a good figure, and a well-shaped pair of legs, what more could he have wanted? Even her underwear had been chosen to thrill him; matching lavender colored lace bra and panties, garter belt, black stockings, and high heels. She didn’t even like wearing a garter belt, but she knew most men found them alluring, and she’d wanted to please George, to make their first fuck together memorable.
Pulling the chair from her desk over to the mirror, she put one foot on the seat, watching herself in the glass as she slowly unclasped the garter and rolled her stocking down to her ankle. She repeated the process with the other leg, then unhooked the garter belt. Then she kicked off her shoes and finished removing the stockings. It was an impromptu strip tease for her own gratification, almost as if she were showing that dumb ass George what he was missing. She unhooked her bra, pushing the shoulder straps down. Lowering her arms and giving a quick shimmy, she let the bra fall away revealing her breasts; not large but still firm. Looking at herself clad only in the flimsy panties, she still didn’t understand why George hadn’t kept their date. She put on her pajamas feeling foolish in addition to confused and depressed. That, combined with the effects of the brandy, had left her in a dangerous state.
That was the mood she was in when she returned to the living room. She found Derek sitting on the couch watching television. He’d changed too, now wearing a tee shirt and sweatpants. Sitting down, Marion leaned against him, her head on his shoulder one hand on his chest. He put his arm around her.
“Thanks for going out with me tonight,” she murmured, “I really appreciated it.”
“Hey, the pleasure was mine. Good food, great company, who could ask for more?”
“Well I don’t think a guy your age really wants to be hanging around with an old broad, even if the old broad is his mother.”
“What old broad? I was with the hottest looking woman in that restaurant, even if she was my mother. How are you feeling anyway, any better?”
“Getting there, could use a couple more drinks though.”
“That can happen. We have any brandy?”
“Sadly, no. I’ve got a couple of bottles of Port in the cupboard. Why don’t you go and pour us a couple of glasses? Better yet, bring one of the bottles.”
He returned and set the two glasses down on the coffee table, pulled the cork and filled them to the brim. Marion leaned over the table to take the first swallow so as not to spill any. Then she looked up at him, smiling.
“Trying to get me drunk or something?”
“Working on it,” he laughed. “But you don’t seem to need any help.”
“Just wondering if you were planning on taking advantage of the old lady,” she joked, taking another swallow.
“Hadn’t thought of it.” Actually up to that point he hadn’t, but now she’d put the idea into his head. He made up his mind then to take this thing as far as he could, just to see what would happen.
Neither realized it, but at that moment Marion’s fate was sealed. Finishing the strong, sweet wine, she set her glass down and again leaned against her son. Again her head rested on his shoulder.
“Thanks for being here. Son or not, it’s nice to have a man to lean on.” With that she raised her head up long enough to kiss him on the cheek.
Looking at her momentarily, Derek leaned over to return the kiss, only to her lips rather than her cheek. When their lips met, the effect on Marion was electric. She felt her body tense up and there was a funny slithery feeling in her stomach. Her heart began racing and she could feel her nipples hardening. The alcohol was also having its effect on her; the whole thing was taking on a surrealistic dreamlike quality. She was losing control and her physical desires were taking over.
When their lips parted her hand shot up to the back of his neck and pulled him back down. She kissed him again; there was nothing motherly about it. Pressing their lips tightly together, it was a hungry, passionate demanding kiss, leaving no doubt about what she wanted. Her tongue forced its way into his mouth, sending shock waves through both of them. Marion wanted to get fucked and at this point she didn’t care who fucked her; Derek was more than willing to do the job.
With their lips glued together, their tongues ravaging each other, Marion pressed her thighs together as tightly as possible squirming in her seat, trying to put pressure on her clitoris. Derek’s free hand roamed over her body, feeling her through her pajamas. When it moved down to her hips, caressing her ass, she opened her thighs wide giving him access to her crotch. His hand slid between her open legs, massaging her pussy. Even through the two layers of material it felt exquisite, she desperately wanted to feel it on her bare cunt. Gripping his wrist, Marion pulled his hand up to the waistband of her pajamas and pushed down behind her PJs and panties towards her waiting twat. She groaned loudly as his fingers massaged her outer cunt lips, one running up and down her slit, teasing her throbbing clitoris. Unbearable pleasure flooded her body; she was beside herself with lust fueled passion.
She pulled her lips away from his, ending the kiss. Sitting there breathing heavily she stared down at the floor for a moment. Derek was disappointed, thinking she was going to stop things there, but he had no way of knowing that his mother was incapable of stopping now. She was like a sexual avalanche; once in motion it had to run to its inevitable conclusion. He watched as she raised her hands and began unbuttoning her pajama top. Reaching the bottom button, she flipped the top open exposing her tits. When she leaned back, her head tipped to one side, looking at him with half closed eyes he knew she had no intention of stopping. He was going to get to fuck her.
Marion closed her eyes as she felt him kiss her first on the neck, then the throat, then finally moving down to her breasts. The sensations of his lips and tongue playing with her erect nipples moved her closer and closer to orgasm. He settled down, sucking one of her tits while the hand in her pants began moving faster, putting more direct pressure on her clitoris. Finally she felt one of his fingers push into her cunt with short, hard, in and out motions. With each forward motion one of the knuckles on his fist hit her clit further stimulating her. She didn’t know if he was doing it on purpose or accidentally and she didn’t care; the first ecstatic shivers of her orgasm were sweeping over her. All she knew now was she wanted a hard cock in her cunt.
Her hand went to the front of his sweatpants feeling the hard bulge of his erection and giving it a quick squeeze. She was beside herself, desperate to satisfy her carnal demands. She grabbed the front of his pants and shoved them down as far as she could, revealing his rock hard cock. Realizing what she was doing, Derek straightened up, removing his hand from her pussy and took off his sweatpants. Marion similarly pushed her pajama bottoms and panties off. Then, drawing her legs up, she turned on the couch sliding down close to him and laid back with her head on the armrest. She worked one leg behind him, the other was across his lap.
Derek looked at his mother, naked except for her open pajama top. Even the effects time had made to her excited him. The softness of her flesh, the slight thickening of her waist, the fact that her thatch of pubic hair was darker than her hair; all these things made her more real to him. He wanted to screw her more than ever, he could care less about any taboo about incest. All he knew was there was a hot looking woman lying there waiting for him to fuck her and he had a cock that was so hard it felt like it was ready to burst open if he didn’t get some relief. Mother or no mother he was thinking with his dick and his dick said he was going to get laid.
Marion held out her arms to him, waiting. Derek turned and lowered himself on top of her. She held him tightly as they kissed each other passionately. Feeling his hips move as he swung his legs up on the couch, Marion reached down and grabbed his hard-on guiding into the correct position. Derek needed no encouragement, as soon as the head touched her pussy she felt her son’s cock spearing into her. She let out a long, low moan as the young hard prick filled her wet cunt, pushing deep into her. Penetration alone brought her close to another orgasm, this is what she’d been waiting for. When he began thrusting his cock in and out at a rapid steady pace, she adjusted to his timing and began twisting her hips to meet every forward plunge, sending waves of perverse pleasure through her. She emitted a breathy cry with every lunge of her son’s cock inside her, feeling her orgasm building rapidly, ready to explode.
Suddenly, the muscles in her hips tensed and she arched her back, crying out shrilly as she came. She felt her cunt tighten and grip her son’s prick as it jabbed back and forth within her, intensifying her orgasm. Moments later she felt the throbbing of his cock as he emptied his balls into her. It was a combination of orgasmic bliss and carnal relief, his cum washed away all trace of her sexual frustration. But Marion wanted more.
Once Derek sat up, she pulled up the leg that was behind him to her chest and rolled over to the edge of the couch. Then, on her knees, she moved over in front of him between his legs. Taking his glistening cock in her hand, she leaned down, kissing it on its sensitive head. Her tongue slid out and began slowly caressing it, savoring the taste of their combined juices and the rich musky odor of her pussy. She lowered her head taking as much of her son’s dick into her mouth as she could and began sucking. Moving her head up and down slowly, she could feel it getting harder in her mouth. She kept it up she was able to trace the veins on the shaft bulging against her tongue. Rising up, she knelt on the couch straddling him.
“Slide down a little, honey,” she murmured, pulling on his hips until he was in the right spot.
Steadying his cock with her hand, she slowly lowered herself onto it, reveling in the feel of his hard-on entering her cunt. Again the sensation of wanton ecstasy overwhelmed her. Rising and falling on the stiff prick, she continuously changed her motions. Sometimes moving her hips back and forth, side to side, or in a circular motion. Her fingers interlaced behind his neck she leaned backwards, anything to put more pressure on her churning twat. Derek’s hands massaged her ass cheeks, adding to the mix of sexual feelings pouring through her. Then she suddenly lurched forward, hugging him to her as she began to come. Clutching him tightly, Marion moved her hips in an erratic, jerky way unable to control herself as another orgasm ripped through her body. She emitted a gasping cry as she felt Derek’s throbbing cock shoot a load of cum deep into her cunt. Breathless, she clung to him feeling his cock slowly softening inside her, an occasional shiver running down her spine as her orgasm subsided. She was spent physically, emotionally and sexually. Once disengaged, both laid down on the couch, Derek’s arm around her and they fell into an exhausted sleep.
Several hours later, Marion woke up when Derek got off the couch to go to the bathroom. There was a sour taste in her mouth, the residue of wine, Derek’s cum and her own juices. She got up and stumbled into the kitchen for a glass of water. When Derek came out of the bathroom, she put her hand on his shoulder.
“Why don’t you go to bed, honey. We can’t stay out here all night.”
She went to the bathroom herself, brushed her teeth and gargled. Then she shuffled into her bedroom, too tired to know or care that she hadn’t put on her pajama bottoms and underwear. Slipping into bed, she fell back asleep quickly, but not before the first twinges of regret had set in.
Marion slept late the next morning, when she woke up she was still groggy but the previous night’s activities quickly came back into focus. Now sober and rested she was shocked at what had happened. She had no idea how she was going to face her son again. She slowly got dressed, delaying things as long as she could. Finally, she nervously opened her bedroom door and went out. Everything was quiet as she walked into the living room. Her pajama bottoms were folded and setting on the coffee table, she realized Derek was up. The kitchen was empty, she went back down the hall to his bedroom. It was also empty, she breathed easier knowing he wasn’t home. Returning to the kitchen, she found a note on the table.
“Mom, gone to the gym to play basketball with the guys.”
Marion realized she would have time to think of how to handle the situation. As time passed, still no Derek, it was just as well because she couldn’t imagine what she would say to him. She thought perhaps he was just as embarrassed as she was and was avoiding the situation. When he finally showed up it was late afternoon. Oddly he acted as if nothing had happened, she thought for a moment she should do likewise. But, she knew they had to talk about it; it couldn’t be ignored. She decided to just get it over with.
“Derek, honey, we have to talk about last night.” He didn’t say a word, just looked at her with a peculiar smile on his face.
“What we did last night, it should never have happened, can’t happen again. It would be nice if we could erase it from our memories, I know we can’t but it would be nice.”
“Why, Mom, I mean didn’t you enjoy it?”
“It doesn’t matter, it was wrong. Incest, it doesn’t matter if it’s enjoyable or not, it’s wrong.”
“Then you did enjoy it?”
“At the time, I guess.” There was frustration in her voice. “But I’d been drinking and wasn’t thinking straight. Can’t we just drop it?”
“If you liked playing tennis or cards, you wouldn’t stop playing them with me just because I’m your son, would you? I don’t see that much difference, not if we both enjoyed it.”
Marion had not been prepared for him to argue with her about this, and had no answer. All she knew was it was wrong and the fact that he still wanted to continue fucking her unnerved her, making her feel cheap. She felt tears run down her cheeks as she began to cry softly. Derek put his arms around his mother, comforting her.
“Don’t cry Mom, it’s all right. You know I love you. Don’t cry.”
She found it soothing, somehow his words and embrace pacified her, putting her at ease. Then she made up her mind, she looked up at him.
“Just do me one favor, anytime we do it don’t call me Mom. Call me Marion, Mom is too creepy.”
“Of course, I understand, Marion.” He emphasized her first name, then kissed her full on the mouth. She moaned softly, then melted in his arms as she responded to his kiss.
Her mind and body were in conflict. Physically she felt the first signs of arousal, mentally she still had doubts. Last night she could blame it on the alcohol, but today it would be different. It would be a deliberate act of incest, no excuses. But as they kissed, she felt a fluttery feeling in her stomach and a tingling sensation in her lower spine, her body won; she was going to fuck her son again and she intended to enjoy it. There would be no excuses.
As for Derek, he understood his mother had misgivings about all this and as a result, he wanted to try and make it as pleasurable an experience for her as he could. This was partly because he cared about her, and partly because he wanted her to continue their affair for the foreseeable future; his mother was a good fuck and he didn’t want her to cut him off. He held her tenderly while they kissed.
The kiss ended, she took his hand and they walked back to her bedroom. Once there he held her face with his two hands and kissed her again. Marion responded passionately, all pretense of reluctance gone. She wanted it as badly as he did. As their tongues stroked and caressed each other, his hands slid down from her face and began unbuttoning her blouse. Their lips still pressed together, he helped her out of the garment and unhooked her bra. She undid the front of her slacks, and backing towards the bed, she pushed them downwards. Their lips parted as she sat down on the bed. Derek knelt in front of her and pulled her pants the rest of the way off.
When she went to turn to lie on the bed, he stopped her, then gently spread her thighs apart; Marion understood. Determined to do something special for her, Derek was going to go down on her. Reclining back, she waited. He began kissing her inner thighs, then moved to her pussy. She felt his tongue softly stroke her outer lips, then slowly gaining force as it pressed its way into her moistening slit. He pushed her legs further apart, causing her pussy to gap, exposing the delicate inner flesh to his eager tongue. The feel of his tongue moving into her most private of areas, flicking back and forth across her clitoris brought her an almost unbearable pleasure. She sobbed uncontrollably as she started to come. Incest or not, Marion was in a rapturous state, all reservations were forgotten.
When her orgasm began to subside, Derek stood up and started to remove his jeans. His erect cock came into view, exciting her further. Marion sat up looking at it, then impulsively slid down on her knees and took his hard-on in her mouth. There were no preliminaries; she started sucking on it, her head moving steadily back and forth while her tongue assaulted her son’s cock. She guessed he wouldn’t last long, and she was correct. There was a quick throbbing as he shot a load of cum shot into her mouth. She swallowed it greedily. When she’d finished they both fell on the bed.
Marion lay there relaxing while Derek’s hands roamed freely over her body. She knew it would only be a short time until he was ready for another round, it simply didn’t take long for a horny teenager to recover. She had counted on it, the blow job was so he would last longer when he actually fucked her. She was past all remorse or reluctance about incest, now she was willing to embrace it fully. She had decided her son was right; if it was fun and nobody gets hurt, why not?
Her hand reached out and grabbed his cock and began slowly stroking it. It had rested long enough, now it was time to bring it back to life. It responded almost immediately to her gentle touch. She began stroking it faster as she felt it getting harder. When Derek couldn’t take it any longer, he rolled over on top of her. She guided her son’s eager cock to her waiting pussy. Once his hard-on began burrowing its way into her, she raised her legs, knees bent, feet pointed upwards, giving open entree to her wet cunt. He took advantage of it, pushing as deep into her as possible. Marion arched her back as he slid his arms under her, hugging her tightly.
Wrapping her arms around him, she returned his embrace while she kissed him anxiously on the lips, pressing her tongue forward. He literally sucked it into his mouth, his own tongue rubbing against hers sending tremors of passion through her. As their kiss ended, she felt her son’s cock begin to move rapidly in and out of her pussy, she began rocking her hips side to side intensifying the sensation. Every inward plunge of his hard-on drove her towards the climax she craved so desperately.
There was a tingling in her pussy and she closed her eyes and clung to her son forcefully as a toe curling, spine shuddering orgasm swept over her. She was only vaguely aware when his cock spurted a load of cum into her signaling the finish of their session. She relaxed her grip, lowered her legs, and lay beneath him, slowly recovering. There was no thought or concern about incest. She now thought of her son as her own private sex toy. Taking a few moments to catch her breath, she kissed him softly then patted his ass.
“Time to get up, sweetie. We can’t lay here like this all day.”
Once dressed, there was a big change in her. Marion became Mom again, it was like nothing had ever happened. They went about their business like any other mother and son combination. It wasn’t until the next day that Marion again turned from a caring mother into a depraved nympho. Derek was going to return to school later that afternoon and Marion decided she wanted “one for the road”, literally. When her son entered the living room, she casually walked up to him.
“All packed and ready to go?”
“Not quite, I’ve still got a couple of hours yet.”
“OK, just checking.” Then she changed the subject. “Hey, you have a kiss for old Mom?”
“Of course.” He gave her a sly smile, then leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.
“That was for Mom,” she said with a wink, “now how about one for Marion?”
Fully aware of what she meant, he leaned over and gave her another kiss, this one more serious. They embraced each other as their tongues probed each other’s mouths. Marion pressed herself against him; she could feel his cock springing to life, hard against her abdomen. His hands slid down her back and began stroking her ass. When the kiss ended, she looked up at him.
“Would you go down on me again? I really loved it.”
Without speaking, Derek unbuttoned the front of her pants. It was all the answer she needed. Moving over to an easy chair, she pushed her pants and underwear down, then sat on the edge of the seat as she finished removing them. With her legs spread wide, she watched as Derek came over and knelt in front of her. Then she slumped back and waited.
He began softly kissing her inner thighs, working his way to her snatch where his tongue began tracing its way up and down her cunt lips. She shivered with delight as his tongue forced itself between the lips, assaulting her clitoris, driving her wild. Gently, he spread her cunt open and started kissing and licking the tender inner flesh, slowly, taking his time. Gasping loudly, she closed her eyes as the tremors of her orgasm rocked her. It hadn’t taken long. Derek ignored the fact that his mother was cumming, and kept lapping at her pussy driving her farther over the edge. Then she felt his finger push into her cunt, wiggling and twisting as his tongue continued concentrating on her clitoris.
Marion was overwhelmed by her orgasm. Her head moved from side to side slowly as she sobbed out in pure ecstasy, close to swooning. Then she felt her muscles relax, and a calmness came over her. She felt Derek’s cheek on her lower belly as he rested briefly. She moved her hand down, her fingers lightly playing with his hair. If it had ended there, she would have been satisfied, but she was sure there was more to come. Then he stood up. She saw he’d undone his pants, his fully erect cock pointed outward and upward waiting for her.
“Can we do something about this, Marion?”
Smiling slightly, she arched her back, her shoulders forcing the back of the chair into the recline position. Slipping backwards slightly until she could bring her knees up and rest her heels on the edge of the seat. That was all the encouragement Derek needed. Gripping his hard-on, he lowered himself into position and guided to her open cunt. She felt the head of his cock push into her, then as his hands held onto the armrests of the chair, he leaned forward. Marion made sure her legs were in the crook of his elbows. His hard cock lanced into her pussy. As he leaned forward, his elbows pushed her legs backwards causing her pussy to rise up met his thrust into her. He was in her balls deep. She clung to the seat cushion, waiting impatiently.
“Fuck me honey,” she murmured, “give it to me, hard, all you’ve got.”
Derek was surprised by her vocalization, but he didn’t need the encouragement; he’d already had every intention of fucking the living hell out of her. As his cock began plunging in and out of her, Marion felt the first glorious twinges of the coming orgasm. Because of their awkward position, she was pinned down. Physically she couldn’t do much other than lay back and take it, letting the natural reactions of her body respond to this exhilarating assault.
As his prick began stabbing into her faster and faster, Marion was carried away on a wave of almost unbearable pleasure. This is what she wanted, a fucking that was so thrilling that during the days he was gone no thoughts of remorse about committing incest would cross her mind. All she wanted was to remember how good it had been, to wait for his next visit with anticipation and the promise of more sex. She hoped her son felt the same way, of course he was young and probably perpetually horny. She was counting on that.
Then all thoughts ended, she felt her stomach muscles constrict as the spine tingling sensation of her orgasm gripped her. Her hips squirmed involuntarily and she moaned out breathlessly as she came. Moments later she heard Derek groan as his prick throbbed, spewing a generous blast of cum into her. He gave a few more hard thrusts, and then slid away, sitting on the floor between her legs. One hand slowly ran up and down her calf, his chin resting on her knee as he looked up at her.
“Un-fucking believable,” he said with awe. He kissed her knee and repeated, “Un-fucking believable.”
Marion knew then that Derek would be coming home a lot more often and her week-ends were about to get a lot more interesting.
