Chapter 4

Mom continued to flash me glimpses of her tits at breakfast and at night, her nightly kisses lingering longer, but not as passionate as when we re-enacted our spy mission. On Wednesday night, I opened her diary to see if she suspected anything from the night I sprayed her back with sperm. There were several entries since Saturday but no mention of my inappropriate action.

We celebrated Friday night with a glass of wine during a show. Partway through, Mom excused herself and went into her office. Thirty minutes later, she snuggled up to me again.

After our goodnight hug, she pecked me on the lips, released me, and stared into my eyes. “Get Smart,” she whispered, with a sexy smirk. She wanted to play the spy game again. We repeated our kissing episode, grinding and meshing our bodies together. Following ten glorious minutes of making out, we reluctantly left for our rooms. Rehashing the evening’s events, I recounted Mom going into her office. She must have added an entry and my curiosity drew me to investigate.

Firing up her computer, I brought up her note from earlier.

“I can’t deny the truth any longer. I’m hopelessly in love with my son and can’t imagine sharing my life with anyone else. I can’t help but act like a slut whenever I’m around him, showing him my tits, passionately kissing him, and bumping up against him. My heart yearns that the flame of passion that burns brightly within me will be reciprocated by my son. I dream of a time when we can bask in the warmth of each other’s affection and our hearts can entwine in a dance of pure bliss. Until that magical time occurs, I’ll lie in my bed, nude, every night, hoping that he’ll come in and claim his mother as his lover.”

My rock-hard cock jerked in anticipation of what was to come. I didn’t even waste time closing the program. I held the off button until the computer died, rose, threw my robe on the floor, and marched into Mom’s bedroom. She appeared to be sleeping, on her side. I lifted the sheets, crawled in, and faced her. When I wrapped my arms around her, her eyes fluttered open. “Ryan, is everything okay? Why are you in bed with me?”

I kissed her tenderly and gently stroked her back. My hands cupped and squeezed her breasts. She gasped, sucking in a breath of air. “I’m here for you, Mom. I want you, tonight and every night. I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“Oh, Ryan,” she croaked. Before she could continue, I stopped her with a passionate kiss. While our tongues fought, I gently shoved her until she was flat on her back. I flipped the sheet off us and kissed my way down her long, smooth neck to her mounds of joy.

“Jesus, Mom,” I grunted. “Your tits are incredible. They drive me nuts.” Her full, soft, and remarkably firm breasts were capped with puffy, dark brown areolas. Her stiff, pointy nipples made me moan and lured my mouth to one, while my fingers teased the other. I devoured her chocolate delights, switching from one to the other.

“They’re all yours, baby,” Mom gasped. “You’re sucking your mommy’s titties so good.” I lightly bit her rubbery tip and teased it with my tongue. My mother yelped and groaned from her son’s attentive mouth.

Her hand held my head tight against her breasts while my hand slid down across her sunken stomach through her patch of crinkly, pussy hair. My fingers stroked her swollen outer labia, slick with her juices. She humped her hips and I rewarded her by jamming three fingers into her steamy snatch.

“Ryan,” she screeched. “Please baby, I need your cock!”

I inched forward to kiss Mom, my leaking prick dragging along her thighs, leaving a slime trail of pre-cum. My rod nestled on top of her furry treasure while we French kissed. Gripping my hard cock, she pressed my spongy, mushroom-shaped head between her outer lips. Two inches in, I stopped, relishing the wetness and heat of her clinching channel.

Impatient with my progress, Mom begged, “Quit teasing me. Fuck me hard. Jam your cock into my horny pussy.” To emphasize her desire, she humped her pelvis, drawing my shaft in deeper.

I thrust forward, until my cock was completely buried in my mother’s sodden slot. “Oh, Mom,” I gasped. The feeling of her warm folds wrapped around my prick was overwhelming.

“Faster, honey,” Mom gasped. “Fuck your mother hard!” Without wasting any more time, I pumped wildly, cramming as much cock as I could into her starving snatch. We fucked like teenagers, grinding our bodies together while sloppily kissing. We ended our kiss to catch our breath, resting our heads next to each other, panting in each other’s ears. Mom wailed with excitement, finally receiving the deep, carnal pleasure she had been deprived of for so long. Her left leg rose and curled around my hips, allowing me to plow deeper.

Her ass twisted and thrashed with blissful rapture as she ground her pelvis into mine. Wet slapping sounds filled the room as our bodies banged together. Her legs froze from the shocks of pleasure surging through her system when my crown scraped across her G-spot.

“Oh, baby!” she yelped and gurgled. “I can’t believe we’re fucking!”

My cock slammed into her again and again. Her fingernails dug into my back while I fucked the woman of my dreams — my mother. My hands cupped her ass cheeks enabling my ram to drill to the bottom of her clinging chasm. Her silky, slick walls contracted and throbbed around my aching prick.

“I’m filling your hot pussy with sperm,” I screamed. “Make me a father and have my baby. Cum on your son’s cock.”

“I’m cumming,” she screeched. “Fill me with your seed. Fuck your mother!”

I transformed into a stallion, thrusting hard and deep, breeding my mare. Her hips thrust into my groin, trapping my balls between her splayed labia. My first spurt splashed against her cervix, triggering her climax. Her velvety walls contracted around my cock, her hot juices flowing freely. She screamed when globs of sperm-laden semen streamed from my bloated head.

Tremors shook her body, as she experienced a tidal wave of orgasmic pleasure. Her rippling pussy clung and pulled me deeper each time my thick prick pulsed. Endorphins flooded our bodies, causing a rush of euphoric pleasure. Once her limp body signaled the end of her prolonged, explosive climax, I sank in deeply and savored the feel of her wet, warm pussy.

She lowered her leg and cupped my ass, keeping my cock buried in her syrupy slot. After our panting lessened, I tenderly kissed her. Our locked eyes conveyed the immense love we shared. There was no remorse for our illicit, incestuous act — we were in love.

“My god, Mom,” I gasped.”That was amazing!”

Her eyes filled with tears of joy, her pent-up emotions spilling out. “You’re telling me,” she sobbed. “That was the most wonderful moment of my life.” She kissed me and said, “Cover us with the sheet, honey. Sleep on top of your mommy tonight.”

Mom’s heaving breasts were eerily comforting. We were both asleep within minutes.

The next morning, I awakened next to my mother, having rolled off her sometime during the night. I propped up onto my side and watched her sleep. Her angelic smile radiated unbridled joy, emitting a contagious warmth that lifted my spirits. I silently observed the sheet slowly heaving up and down from her breasts. Moving closer, I wrapped my right arm across her and cradled my head between her head and shoulder. Minutes later, I was sound asleep, bonded to my mother, like I had done so many times as a child.

The irresistible aroma of sizzling bacon aroused me from my slumber. Hastily throwing on a robe, I sauntered into the kitchen to find Mom standing there, an impish grin on her lips as she asked, “Did you sleep well, honey?”

“I felt so at ease that when I initially woke up, I nestled next to you and drifted back to sleep,” I shared.

She smiled and placed my plate of food in front of me. “Enjoy, you’re going to need nourishment, now that you have a MILF to satisfy,” she said, sitting and flipping her robe open, flashing her proud tits.

“I’ll always be here for you,” I replied.

“I know. You’ve been a true lifesaver, always assisting me whenever I need you. It’s like you have a sixth sense,” she paused, then smirked and added, “Or maybe you’ve been reading my diary.”

My hands stopped moving, as I shifted uncomfortably. “Wait, you know about that?” I asked, my heart racing. Knowing I’d been caught red-handed, I apologized, “I’m so sorry. I don’t know why...”

Mom’s chortling interrupted me. “Relax, Ryan. Of course, I knew. I did everything possible to get you to read it. Did you think I’m so lame I couldn’t figure out how to download a driver?”

“It’s so personal, though. Each time I read an entry, I felt guilt and hated myself,” I confessed.

“It is personal,” she agreed. “That’s why I wanted you to read it. There are no secrets between us. Knowing my feelings and emotions brought us closer than a normal mother and son.”

“It did do that,” I admitted. “It was an emotional turmoil. I cried, reading about how badly Dad treated you. Lately, I’ve had to retreat to my room and masturbate after reading your entries.”

“You and me both,” Mom professed, blushed, and laughed. “I added an account for you this morning. Please feel free to write down your desires and needs.”

We spent the rest of the weekend in bed, solidifying our incestuous relationship with non-stop, wanton sex.

Not having to worry about Mom catching me, I routinely read her journal, starting from the beginning. It was a mesmerizing and enlightening experience, captivating my attention, while I delved into her innermost feelings and thoughts.

On Friday, I wrote down my first entry in my diary.

“My beautiful mother and I are closer than ever and our love continues to grow. The memories of us transforming from mother and son into lovers are fresh in my mind. The close dance on prom night is when she became more than a mother to me. Our kissing at the bar, while spying on Dad, was the first time I suspected Mom harbored the same feelings for me as I did her. Her secret blowjob opened the floodgates of our lustful desires. I would have loved to go through with taking her from behind the night she took the pills, but I know I wouldn’t have lasted very long. I’d much rather savor a lengthy session, feeling her pussy contract from multiple orgasms. I’m going to stop because I’m just rambling whereas Mom’s entries are much more graphic and emotionally appealing.”

It wasn’t much, but I hoped Mom would read it and critique my initial attempt. Spending more time than I thought, I rushed to work, barely making it on time. A feast awaited me when I returned home, as we celebrated the one-week anniversary of our incestuous relationship. We continued to wear robes at night, albeit nude underneath. After I had watched TV for thirty minutes, Mom emerged from her office and plopped beside me, a waft of fruity shampoo flooding my senses.

Turning to face me, she grasped my hand and pulled it into her robe, onto her hairy muff. My fingers easily slipped through her wet folds. “You’re soaked,” I croaked. “Did you miss your son’s cock today?”

“I just got done reading your diary entry,” Mom said in a husky, sultry voice. “My pussy throbbed, reliving those memories. It reminded me to congratulate you for not revealing your cover from my wonderful blowjob.”

“You knew I was awake?” I asked.

“I replaced those pills with vitamins a long time ago,” she replied, chuckling.

My mind thought back to that incident and I asked, “Does that mean you were awake when I snuck into your room and came close to fucking you?”

“Of course,” she replied. “I was a little disappointed you didn’t go through with it, but understood your turmoil. Tonight, I’ll make it up to you.”

I pumped her juicy quim with my fingers a few times before saying, “I think you were right in your journal. You’re a little slutty, aren’t you?”

“I can’t help it when I’m around you,” Mom replied, wrapping her hand around my hard cock. “You have a way of bringing out the best in me.”

She pulled my hand free of her sex and pushed me onto my back. Her hot mouth engulfed my prick, swallowing it to the root in one fell swoop. My hands stroked her silky locks, while her head bobbed up and down my pole. “God, you’re a great cocksucker,” I gasped.

Her tongue teased my tip with each upstroke as one of her hands cupped and massaged my low-hanging balls. My groans, mixed with the sounds of her face slapping against my stomach, filled the room. It felt like she was attempting to suck my insides out through my prick. It became apparent that this wasn’t foreplay, she wanted a load of her son’s semen. I would never disappoint my mother.

“My balls are boiling!” I screamed. “I’m going to fill you with cum!”

Her hand compressed my balls in sync with her lips squeezing my exploding cannon. Her mouth milked my cock, draining me of my precious seed. She gulped down each spurt, never allowing a drop to seep from her sealed lips. My muscles relaxed after my climax diminished. “Damn, that was as good as the first time,” I said, gasping for air.

She licked me clean, plopped backward with a thud, and gushed, “You can see for yourself what it does to me.”

I rose and gazed at her beauty, her robe wide open. Her left leg hung over the side of the couch, her foot planted on the floor. The other draped across the back of the couch. Her glistening, swollen labia peeked out of the growth of dark hair covering her love mound, revealing her state of arousal. My eyes traveled up her curvy, luscious body, and momentarily paused to admire the out-thrusting globes of her breasts.

Crawling between her long, limber legs, I kissed my way up her smooth, creamy thighs. I licked and sucked my way up and down each thigh, making her moan. Her pungent, hormonal scent drew my mouth onto her slick slot. My lips slathered up and down her gash, while I held her gyrating hips in place. My tongue darted in and out of her hot hole, Her hands held my head in place as I sucked and licked her luscious labia.

Before she could climax, she pulled my head up her body until my mouth found her distended, puffy nipple. Her chest heaved and her heart pounded from my breast-feeding. “Kiss me, Ryan,” Mom ordered.

Our eyes locked together during our French kiss, her fiery, lust-filled gaze reflecting her carnal desire. My prick jerked alive from seeing her rapturous yearning. Inching forward, I prepared myself for spearing the sexpot beneath me — my mother. Her hand captured my cock and held it steady. “It’s time for you to cum,” I grunted.

“No, not yet,” she replied, pushing me up and off. Scrambling off the couch, she grabbed one of the pillows and tossed it onto the floor. “Not until I fulfill your wish.”

She dropped to the floor on all fours, burying her head into the soft pillow. She spread her legs wide, and moved her hips back and forth, inviting me to pummel her horny pussy. Kneeling behind her, I lined up my cock and sank to the bottom of her sopping cunt. Her hot, wet vulva quivered, while I stroked in and out of her.

Ten strokes later, her gushing glove collapsed around my shaft. Muffled screams emerged from the pillow as she finally experienced her long-awaited climax. I didn’t let up and was thankful for her blowjob, allowing me to continue fucking her through her climax. Gripping her hips, my spear stabbed her throbbing quim. I couldn’t believe my luck to have a mother that would do anything for her son. Determined to make my diary entry come true, she had staved off her release to cum on my cock while doggy-fucking her. Her greatest desire was to please her son.

Sweat poured from my pores as my ram assaulted her battered pussy. Her walls secreted juices and contracted several times and I couldn’t discern whether she was experiencing multiple orgasms or one long one. In any case, I relished the feel of her tight, slick slot clinging and gripping my cock. After twenty minutes of forcefully thrusting, the intense joy of fucking my mother overwhelmed me. Feeling my spongy head swell, her soaked pussy exploded, clamping tightly onto my thrusting prick. She screeched, “Oh, fuck! It’s a big one!!”

My cock pulsed and jerked causing our bodies to involuntarily shake, as we experienced the ultimate sin between a mother and her son. Shockwaves of pleasure coursed through my body from my powerful climax. It was one of the best fucks of my life and I owed it all to my hot mom. Out of breath, we gasped for air while we relaxed from our voracious coupling. With my prick buried in her snug slot, I lowered onto her back, my hands cupping her hanging breasts.

Neither of us spoke, enjoying the post-coital bliss. When my now-deflated pussy-pleaser dislodged, I pulled her legs out and flopped beside her. She rolled to face me and kissed me. “That was the longest and best orgasm I’ve ever had,” she purred. “Thank you for making me feel so young. Do you believe me now about the benefits of a diary?”

“Without a doubt,” I replied. “I can’t wait to make one of your fantasies come true.”

Determined to surprise Mom, I scoured her journal for a hidden or secret desire. I read through the last month’s entries and found what she had written about Stacy when I told her she helped with the divorce.

“Today, Ryan told me a woman named Stacy was instrumental in finalizing my divorce. I owe her a great deal of gratitude for liberating me from my husband. Ryan wouldn’t provide any more details about her, but I wish I could thank her in person.”

It would be an easy task to introduce the two, but that seemed tame compared to what Mom had done for me. Recalling my conversations with Stacy, I remembered her mentioning being with other women. I searched Mom’s diary for “Lesbian” and found several interesting notes. One particularly stood out.

“It’s been a year now since Bob and I have had sex. I don’t really miss it because of his ineptness in bed. I wonder if I should go another route in life. During my senior year at school, I had sex with a lesbian and it was far better than what I’d experienced with my husband. The gentle touch of her licking my pussy sent waves of bliss down my spine. I loved going down on her and hearing her groan while I pleasured her. Maybe someday, I’ll revisit that side of my lust.”

I couldn’t ask for anything better. It was my turn to treat Mom. On Wednesday, I sent a text to Stacy, “Could we meet on Friday, around five? I have something personal I’d like to discuss with you.”

“I’d love that. I’ll be waiting,” she responded.

“See you then. Thanks,” I wrote back.

Friday morning, I informed Mom I’d be a little late getting home since I had some things to clear up at work. I showed up at Stacy’s at the appointed time. She answered the door, cloaked in a robe, and led me into the living room. She pointed to the couch for me to sit on. Once situated, she sat beside me. The fragrant smell of shampoo from her damp hair flooded my senses. Fearing someone was lingering in her bedroom, I asked, “Did I interrupt something? I can come back another day if you’re busy.”

Catching my eyes roving up and down her scantily-clad body, she answered, “No, it’s fine. It was a hot day and I couldn’t wait to wash the sweat off me. If you want, I can get dressed.” She crossed her legs, exposing her smooth thigh.

When my gaze zeroed in on her creamy skin, her sexy smirk reminded me of her sister’s sexy smile. “No, you’re fine. I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

Curious as to her relationship with her sister, I stated, “Terri eluded that there was some kind of misunderstanding between you two, but she hinted that she might want to make amends.”

“Despite any outward appearances of understanding, our wounds have left lasting scars. Make no mistake, we do care for each other, yet we keep a careful distance. To put it in a way that might resonate with you, getting us together would be akin to combining matter and antimatter.”

With a shared chuckle, the tension thawed, providing me with the opening to delve into the purpose of our meeting. “I hate to ask you for another favor, but you did say you liked helping.”

She held my hand and squeezed. “I do enjoy being of assistance to you. You can ask me to do anything.” Her lust-filled eyes stared into my soul. I’d seen that same look in Mom — she was horny.