Mom, What Do You Have For Breakfast?

by Indy Pop

Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Incest, Mother, Son, Food, .

Desc: Incest Sex Story: Mother and son enjoy a special dessert for their brekfast.<i>(A sequel to the story "I got a lover, my son")</i>

(This is only a work of fiction. The story is complete in itself; however, to relate to characters please read, "I got a lover, my son")

A cold morning breeze sent a wave of shivers through my body, forcing me to open my eyes. With half opened eyes I looked at the opened windows, which I had forgotten to close last night.

It was a pleasant cold November morning. I glanced at the wall clock; it was showing ten past eight. I was late today, very unusual for a person like me, as I am an early riser. But, after having a fantastic night of fucking and sucking with my only son, it was not possible even for me, to maintain my rigid schedule. And this hadn't happened for the first time. Ever since I started screwing my son Jonny, I was unable to get up early. Thankfully, it was Saturday and I was in no hurry.

I looked at my nakedness. My hand moved between my thighs, into my pubic area. I could feel the traces of my son's dried cum in my dark bush. Last night, I was so contented after our two rounds of lovemaking that thereafter, I immediately fell asleep.

I looked at my son Jonny, lying next to me, snoring lightly. Jonny stopped sleeping in his own room, and was now sharing my bedroom. After all, he was the man of the house and his horny mom needed a daily quota of his hot deluge into her famished pussy. I glanced at his cock; it was hard, jetting like a flagpole from his dark thatch. I felt my pussy going wild just from seeing his erect cock.

I tried to control myself. Jonny was still sound asleep, and I wanted him to be fully recharged before we start our lustful weekend. I left the bed and went to the bathroom. I stood in front of the vanity and inspected my reflection in the full sized mirror.

I was amazed to see the woman in the mirror. Not only my pubic hair, but also my whole body, my hair, my face, my nipples, my stomach, were all covered with the traces of the dried cum. I had always loved the feel of cum over my body. I smiled at the shameless slut looking at me through the mirror.

I watched what my tits looked like while I squeezed and caressed them with both hands, enjoying the pink of my nipples, and how crisp my bush of black pubic hair looked. My tits are very sensitive, and soon they were buzzing with a sexual excitement, which was communicating itself directly to my clitoris. I was feeling a new prickly feeling in my cunt, and I was wet again.

I turned my ass towards the mirror, and spreading my legs I bent over, looking at my firm ass from between my legs. I watched my wet pink pussy slit peeping out of my thick fur. My fur is really very bushy, and a trail of hair goes around my ass hole too. I laughed at how it looked like a puckered brown hole surrounded by a curly beard.

I had never shaved my pussy. My late husband adored my hairy pussy and never allowed me to shave it. Now, my son also has similar tastes. I ran a finger through my anal crack. My anal passage is not virgin. My late husband used to intrude into it occasionally, and I had always enjoyed the experience. So far, Jonny had not paid much attention to my sphincter, he was still busy exploring his first pussy, but I knew that it wouldn't be long before he would start discovering the other delicious aperture his mother can offer to his raging cock.

I finished my daily rituals, took a hot bath and came back to my room. Jonny was still sleeping. I admired his lean athletic body. My son is not into bodybuilding; he prefers athletics and likes to participate in long distance races. Due to this, he practices daily for hours. It had given him a good lean athletic body, quite unlike his father who was rather flabby in his later days.

There was some movement between his thighs, his hard cock was jerking gently between the dark thatches of his pubic hair. It was hard to guess whether he was having an erotic dream, or it was only the morning hardness, so natural to all the males. I lovingly watched his hardness, trying to recall the pleasure it had been imparting to my hungry pussy ever since we started having sex. I felt my pussy twitching with exhilaration.

After drying myself, I took my bra and panties from my drawers, but decided against wearing them and put them back. The morning was a little cold so I put on my bathrobe and went to the kitchen.

I prepared coffee for me, and was busy preparing breakfast when I heard the sound of footsteps behind me. Jonny was standing at the kitchen's door, supporting his tall lean frame against the door. His hands folded at his chest, he was smiling at me. He was still naked, his hard cock extending like flagpole, his mushroomed cock head looking at me invitingly. My heart skipped a beat.

"Morning mom! Can I have some coffee?"

"Morning honey." I smiled back. "Help yourself."

Jonny moved to the kitchen counter, but stood directly behind me. He bent over to pour the coffee from the kettle to his mug, and in the process pushing his groin just a little into my firm ass. I could feel his throbbing erection push its way between my ass cheeks as he leaned over. I was pinned between my son and the kitchen platform, I felt his erection growing and pushing into my ass even more.

Jonny lifted his steaming mug. His free hand slowly moved towards my bottom. It entered inside my bathrobe and grabbed my bare ass. He started running his finger along my anal crack slowly. I felt my legs start trembling; and it took my all will power to control my urge to reach and grab his cock and put it inside my burning pussy.

Jonny was oblivious of my condition; he traced my puckered hole and his eager fingers probed it. Feigning ignorance I continued with my work. Jonny also kept on drinking his coffee, while his other hand was busy snooping my anal opening.

All of a sudden, he withdrew from me. Reluctantly, I watched him go. Jonny put the empty coffee mug into the sink. To my relief, he was back and started from where he had left. He grabbed my ass cheeks with his hands, pulling them so forcefully that I cried with pain.

His softened his grip a little, but spread my buns and brushed my puckered hole with his erect cock. He took hold of his cock with a hand and started running his cock along the length of my crack, sending waves of intense pleasure through my body. Things were getting beyond control. I could feel my pussy fluids flowing down my thighs. My legs were quivering, and I found it extremely hard to concentrate on my work.

Jonny continued playing with my anus for a while. Then he dropped to his knees, his hands still on my buns spreading them wide. He gently nibbled at my tight buns, gripping them between his teeth, pulling them erotically and then releasing them. His soft bites were imparting a burning desire into my body and I ached to feel his tongue at my rectum.

As if he read my thoughts, I became aware of his moist tongue slowly entering my anal region, the place where his cock was roaming a few moments ago. I felt his wet tongue gently touching my puckered hole. A mild shock ran through my body, and I moaned with delight.

With great fervor, Jonny started lapping my asshole, his tongue making flickering movement across my puckered hole. I bent my body over the platform to provide his darting tongue an easy access to my ass and pussy. My pussy was oozing wet and my cunt juices were traveling down my trembling thighs.

From his position, Jonny could see the condition of my pussy, as his moist tongue slowly traveled down towards the ridge between my ass and pussy and then to my dripping pussy. Releasing his grip on my ass, he pushed apart my thighs wide to gain more access to my cunt. He licked the wetness spreading over my thighs, and slowly his mouth cupped my dripping cunt.

He folded his tongue and pushed it through my cunt slit. My cunt was more than willing to accept this intrusion, and slowly his tongue was completely buried inside me. I loved the experience and rewarded him suitably by filling his hungry mouth with my overflowing love juice. My dripping pussy was engulfed by my son's hungry mouth, his eager tongue moving in and out of my wet furry hole, his lower teeth nibbling at my swollen clitoris.

It was too much for me, and within a short span of time a shattering orgasm overwhelmed my body. I grabbed the platform to prevent me from collapsing over his licking mouth. With a wild cry, I flooded his greedy mouth with my passion fluid. Jonny did not move a bit and kept sucking my warm juices till he had guzzled every drop of my spending.

"You taste really good Mom," Jonny said with an evil smile spreading across his face, licking my pussy juices from his fingers.

I realized that I was panting, although during the whole episode I was only standing. It took me a while to regain my breath. Jonny was already on his feet and was standing beside me; studying me. His hands were again inside my bathrobe, lightly caressing my thighs and wet bush. His lips and nose covered with my pussy nectar. He was licking his lips. His eyes were gleaming with a wicked grin.

I was back to my senses; I smile and kissed him on his lips. He responded with equal passion and inserted his tongue into my willing mouth. I tasted the sweet flavor of my pussy juice over his tongue.

After a while, I moved away from him. I desperately wanted him inside me. I wanted him to fuck me badly, to thrust his hard cock deep into my hungry pussy. Before I could ask him to fuck me, his question surprised me.

"Mom, what do you have for breakfast?"

Frankly I didn't expect him to ask this question at this moment. I looked at him surprisingly.

"Why? It is omelets, sandwiches and milk. Do you need something else?"

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Ma/Fa / Consensual / Incest / Mother / Son / Food /