Chapter 6

We spent most of the day on Saturday doing our chores, combined with a lot of flirting, as we reveled in our incestuous relationship. Late afternoon, Chad proposed, “Mom, how about if we shower and head out for dinner? There’s a restaurant near my workplace that I believe you’d appreciate for its romantic setting.”

“Deal,” I happily agreed. “I’d like you to change in your bedroom and wear the outfit you wore when we went out with Pamela. I’ll change and join you in the living room.”

After carefully shaving my legs in the shower, I dried myself off before settling onto my bed, gently applying lotion to my silky-smooth skin. Knowing they were magnets for my son’s eyes, I strived for them to be perfect. Swiveling in front of the mirror, I was satisfied by the way they gleaned with a radiant luster.

Heading to my closet, I retrieved the silk skirt I had worn on that unforgettable evening when my son intimately kissed me. Inspecting it to ensure I had successfully removed my cum stains, I fastened it and slid on my sports briefs, which I often wore when on my period. I wasn’t taking the chance of any unexpected leakage, knowing Chad’s expressive actions would cause my pussy to cream.

Given Chad’s description of the venue’s romantic ambiance, I opted for a cropped, pullover blouse that allowed several inches of my midriff to show. A bra was out of the question as it would impede my son’s exploring hands. As I slipped into a pair of heels, I cast a final glance in the mirror to confirm my hair was neatly brushed, finalizing my look with a subtle touch of lipstick.

I felt giddy with excitement, my nerves fluttering as though it was my first date. In a way, it was the first time we’d be going out as a joined, incestuous couple. There would be no hidden agendas or desires, and I’d never felt so excited to dine out.

My self-appraisal was confirmed when I witnessed Chad’s awestruck expression. I twirled around, modeling for him, and when I saw his wide grin, I knew it was perfect.

“Jesus, Mom!” he exclaimed. “You’re so fucking hot!”

“Watch your language, Chad,” I admonished, my tone firm. “I’m still your mother, and won’t tolerate such behavior.” I smiled and added, “Unless, of course, we’re actually fucking.”

While we laughed, his hands gripped my bare midriff and gently kissed me. “I can’t believe how lucky I am to have my beautiful mother as my girlfriend,” he cooed.

When his hands traveled upward, I grasped his wrists, chuckled, and gently chided, “No dessert until you’ve finished your meal, young man.”

His hands moved to the sides of my face, his fingers lightly touching my ears, while his smooth thumbs brushed across my cheeks. His blue eyes stared into mine, while he lovingly kissed me. He whispered, “Let’s get to it, then, so we can return and enjoy our dessert.” Wasting no more time, he intertwined his arm with mine, led me out to the car, and gentlemanly assisted me into the passenger seat.

By the time we arrived, dusk had settled in, and the venue was filling up. Fortunately, we were seated at a charming candle-lit table nestled against the far wall. Amid the spacious room, there was a small dance floor with soft, melodic music playing in the background. Feeling a hint of suspicion, I inquired, “Did you bring me here to dance? You know I’m not much of a dancer; that’s more my sister’s thing. Plus, I’m wearing heels.”

“No, Mom,” he reassured me. “I know you don’t particularly care for dancing, and I didn’t plan on asking you to. I just thought you’d enjoy the romantic setting.”

Regretting my hasty accusation, I replied, “It’s a lovely place. I’m sorry if I seemed upset.”

As we placed our food orders and savored our meals, our conversation flowed effortlessly as we explored ideas for future activities together. That evening, I couldn’t recall ever enjoying a dining experience as much as I did that night. We even ordered dessert and afterward, I thought of the perfect ending to our dining experience. “Chad, would you mind escorting me to the dance floor to top off our wonderful evening?”

His face lit up, as he stood and held my hand. After embracing each other on the floor, we slowly swayed to the music. He wasn’t interested in any fancy moves, holding me tightly and kissing my neck. “You smell wonderful, Mom. In the past, I’ve gone into your bedroom and smelled your pillow to inhale your scent. It drives me crazy.”

I licked the rim of his ear and confessed, “That’s nothing. I enjoy smelling your clothes before throwing them in the washer. I get the same amount of enjoyment from sniffing your clothes.”

After nibbling on my earlobe, he whispered, “It’s like a dream come true, dancing with you tonight. I love you so much.”

My pussy tingled with excitement, and I was thankful that I had decided to wear my protective panties. I replied, “All my problems disappear when I’m in your arms. I feel like putty in your strong hands and love the way you hold me.” The music fell silent, but we remained locked together in a lover’s embrace.

His hand, holding my waist, traveled upward, underneath my top, until he clamped onto my bare breast. His fingertips found my hardening nipple and tweaked it, causing me to groan. After my tip filled with blood and became fully engorged, he twisted and flicked it, sending jolts of pleasure through me.

“Isn’t it inappropriate for you to grab your mother’s tit in public,” I asked, gasping for air.

“It wouldn’t be proper if you were my mother,” Chad stated, twisting my nipple again. “Tonight, you’re my wife and some husbands are so madly in love with their spouse, they can’t keep their hands off them. I fall in that category.”

“In that case, you should kiss your wife when groping her,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, my breath shallow.

His soft lips covered mine and my heart raced from his intimate touch. Our mouths opened and our lips shifted around, while our tongues played a game of hide-and-seek. Puffs of hot air burst from his nostrils as his passion rose.

We remained locked together, focusing only on us, until we heard the next song begin playing. When others started moving by us, Chad squeezed my breast one final time before leading me to our table. After he threw down enough cash to pay the bill, he gripped my hand and firmly demanded, “Time to go home, Michelle,” in the same serious tone as the night with Pamela. His manly tone and calling me by my name, instead of Mom, sent shivers down my spine, and I vowed not to disappoint him once we returned home.

When he opened the passenger door for me, I informed him, “I’m driving home. Get in.” He smiled and settled in, relieved that he didn’t have to focus on the traffic. allowing more time to admire his mother’s legs. As suspected, his eyes locked onto my exposed flesh, his hand landing on my knee.

“Your legs are unbelievable, Mom. They’re so smooth and sexy. I love feeling them,” he complimented me while stroking my thigh.

Remembering the night we drove back from the dance when I closed my legs, I opened them this time, sending the opposite signal—I was his for the taking. My slot oozed juice and I knew my panties would be soaked by the time we arrived home. When his hand squeezed my upper thigh, I groaned and warned, “Don’t go any higher or we might have an accident.”

His hand continued to caress my thigh until we parked in our driveway. After we entered through the front door, I slipped off my high heels, and handed them to him, asking, “Chad, would you be a dear and stow these in my closet?”

“Of course, Mom,” he replied, grabbed them, and strode down the hall. I pulled my top up, holding it with my elbows. Standing behind the couch, I bent over and buried my hands into the gap between the cushions and the back of the couch. My blouse dropped, freeing my tits. As I heard his footsteps approaching, I called out, “Chad, could you please come here and assist me?”

“What’s the matter, Mom?” he inquired, his footsteps quickening. He halted abruptly, hopefully, to admire the backs of my thighs, exposed from my skirt that had shifted higher.

“My hands are caught, sweetie. Can you pull me out?” I asked, reciting to the best of my memory of one of the moms in his porn clips. Moving behind me, he placed his hands on my bare, lower back and moved upward, his fingers brushing across the sides of my bare breasts.

“It looks like your top fell off, Mom. I’ll have to find something else to grip in order to yank you out,” he stated, cupping each breast before kneading them. Hearing him moan from handling my tits, soaked my panties even more so.

“Chad, stop that,” I scolded, trying my best to sound serious. “It’s not nice to grab your mother’s breasts. Please back off, honey. Your pants are chafing my legs.”

Apologizing in a feigned, insincere tone, he halfheartedly said, “Sorry, Mom.” When his hands left, I kicked myself for advancing the script too fast. I would have loved for him to play with my tits for a lot longer and I knew he wanted the same.

After hearing his clothes thump on the floor, I felt his hairy legs press against the backs of mine. Leaning over me, he continued where he left off, kneading my mounds, saying, “Mom, your skin is too slippery. I need to grip onto something else to pull you out.” His fingers clamped onto my nipples, before twisting and pulling them. Waves of heat flowed through my body, as he stimulated my sensitive, engorged nubs.

When my pussy throbbed, demanding attention, I screamed, “Chad! What are you doing? You shouldn’t be doing that. Let’s try something different. Try holding onto my waist, instead.”

Reaching around to the front of my skirt, he unfastened the button and shoved it to the floor. The cool air swept across my bare flesh but did little to cool me off. His hands landed on the backs of my thighs and rose, squeezing and caressing my hot flesh. “Chad. That’s far enough. It’s improper to undress your mommy and those are my legs, not my waist.”

“The material was slippery, Mom,” he explained, fully embracing the male porn character. “It’s better now, but it looks like you wet yourself. Your panties are soaked. I better remove them for the wash.”

“No,” I whispered softly and unconvincingly.

His thumbs hooked into the sides of my undies and slowly lowered them, exposing my wet gash. When he paused, I didn’t speak, allowing him to gaze at his mother’s pussy. I inhaled deeply when his fingers slid up and down my swollen outer lips, smearing them with my juices. Palming my mound, his fingers gripped my hairy muff, while his other hand soothingly rubbed my cheeks.

My oozing slot and his rapid panting were signs that our foreplay had ended. He backed off and suddenly, I felt his big knob running up and down my slit. I couldn’t help but moan, while he greased his prick. Finally, he pushed the tip in, my outer lips immediately locking onto it.

His hands gripped my hips and slid several inches of his thick prick into my slot. “I think it’s working, Mom,” he murmured, his voice crackling with lust. “Push back and try to free yourself.”

He wanted me to take the initiative and allow me to impale myself on his cock, a much different scenario than in the porno clips. Humping rearward, I felt his large head split apart my folds, my walls wrapping around his thick shaft. Nerve endings fired off as his ram opened up my tight pussy.

The angle of his prick scraped seldom-touched areas of my pussy. Pausing to relish the exquisite feeling of my pussy full of his cock, my legs weakened and I knew I couldn’t stand if I wanted to.

Chad grew impatient and shoved his prick in deeper. My pussy agreed with him and demanded attention, pulling him in further. “Fuck your mother, Chad!” I exclaimed. “Pound me hard!”

His reaction was instantaneous, burying his prick to the hilt, his spongy tip opening up my wet folds. His fingers dug into my flesh while he hammered my pussy at a pace I’ve never felt from him. If I could look in a mirror, I knew my expression would be identical to Carol’s when he took her from behind.

His prick drove deeper than before, and it felt like he was bigger and harder. My pussy had a mind of its own, quivering and squeezing his prick, as he plowed into my channel. He grunted and panted as his carnal lust consumed him, his body slamming into mine. His heavy balls slammed against my covered clit, stimulating me even more.

“Fuck, you’re big!” I exclaimed. “I can’t hold back. I’m going to cum on my son’s cock.”

His response was to slam harder into me and like a switch, my orgasm triggered. When my swollen walls locked onto his prick, I felt his first spurt of cream eject from his tip. My pussy contracted each time I felt his monster prick pulse and spit out a blob of semen.

“You’re fucking hot, Mom,” he gasped. “Your pussy is so tight and wet, I never want to stop fucking you.”

True to his word, he didn’t ease up after the last of his sperm had been released. My pussy was overly-sensitive after my orgasm and under normal circumstances, I would want time to recover, but tonight was for my son, and I wouldn’t stop him from doing whatever he wanted. Slowly, my body climbed back up from his relentless pounding. Before I escalated too high, I pleaded, “Sweetie, can you let me up? I want to try something else.”

He slowly withdrew and helped me off the couch. After a gentle kiss, he said, “I think I can delete those clips of the mothers caught in cupboards and couches. None of those can compete with you.”

“It was amazing,” I responded. “When I witnessed you doggy-fucking Carol and Pamela, I knew I had to experience the same position. We’ll be doing that a lot from now on. Something else has been on my fantasy list. Remember when Carol asked you to pick her up and kiss her? I want to experience the same treatment.”

He smiled widely, while his large hands gripped onto my ass, digging his fingers in deeply. Lifting me, I wrapped my arms around his neck and when my feet left the floor, my legs swung around and held onto his waist. Our mouths mashed together as we ground our bodies together. Instead of my groin on his stomach as with Carol, I was taller and his prick pressed against my hairy mound. Feeling his big balls squashed against my cum-filled slot, I squirmed around in an attempt to suck them into my pussy.

Chad giggled, explaining, “Your fur is tickling my cock, Mom.”

My body shook as I chuckled, my breasts heaving on his bare chest.

“You’re not making it any better, Mom. But I wouldn’t change a thing. I love your hairy pussy,” he confessed.

“I have a solution. Lift me slowly until I tell you to stop,” I directed him.

His rod slid down my mound and when his ridged tip pressed against my covered clit, I said, “That’s far enough.”

Holding him tightly, I twisted my groin around, smashing his cockhead against my clit. When it filled with blood and he realized what I was doing, he lifted and lowered me, fucking my clit with his mushroom-shaped head. My groans encouraged him to continue and when I felt my climax approaching, I croaked, “Lift me higher, honey.”

His tip slid through my slit and when it pressed against my outer lips, I ordered, “Far enough. Time to fuck your mother again.”

We kissed while he impaled me on his stiff staff. When his prick was fully embedded, he took charge and fucked me, using his muscular arms to lift and lower me. The feeling of being taken by a strong man is one thing, but when it’s your son, it’s on a completely different level. Within a dozen strokes, my pussy convulsed with another orgasm. His eyes never left mine as we kissed through my climax.

When he felt my body relax, he stopped, his hard prick buried in my wet pussy. “Jesus, that was far hotter than when you were with Carol,” I stated.

“It’s always better when I’m with you, Mom,” he professed. “Funny thing is, I’ve had that same fantasy ever since she made me pick her up.”

“When she clung onto you, I was tempted to pull your robe apart and shove her hairy pussy down onto your pole,” I admitted.

“Our thoughts were on the same wavelength,” he responded. “She’s responsible for a lot of our fantasies. I’m so lucky that you’re friends with her or none of this would have happened.”

“She emits an aura of sexuality, which I’m sure we’ll tap into in the future,” I related.

“It’s my turn to live out one of the many scenarios I’ve dreamed of being with you. Hang onto me,” he beseeched, keeping his prick sheathed in my slot. While he gracefully carried me to our bedroom, his cock twisted and turned around in my channel, scraping my walls. Groans emitted from me with each step. Lowering me down onto my bed, his hands gripped behind my knees and pushed them toward my head.

Resting on my haunches, he resumed pumping. His hands squeezed my tit flesh, squishing out from under my knees. My pussy folds gripped and surrounded his cock as he would exit until his head almost escaped and then plunged back to the bottom. My hands clung to his back, my fingernails digging into his firm flesh.

The blissful expression on his face made my heart flutter, knowing he was living out his fantasy. That, along with his steel-hard prick slicing through my pussy sent me over the edge, my walls quivering and convulsing onto his shaft. My hot juices flowing around his cock encouraged him to increase his pace. Continuing to plow his meaty cock into me, waves of pleasure flowed through me.

His strong body held me captive, filling me with a feeling of protectiveness and vulnerability combined. It excited me, knowing he was in full control and could fulfill his deepest desires. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for my son and I vowed to make all of his wishes come true.

He relentlessly pounded my battered pussy for another twenty minutes, fucking through every one of my micro-orgasms. His animalistic drive and lustful expression turned me on even more. Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead onto my upper chest as his hips flexed and shoved into me. “God, Chad. You’re fucking your mommy so good. I love you and your big cock. Fuck me hard and cum in me, baby.”

His smile widened, ready to once again claim his mother. His hands moved upward and firmly clasped around my shoulders, leveraging his body to sink even deeper. Even though his heavy body restricted my movements, I managed to thrust my hips up to meet his strokes. His angle changed and an involuntary shriek escaped my lips when his bulbous head scrubbed across my G-spot.

Holding my hips in position, I moaned, “Oh God, that’s the spot. Your prick is driving me crazy.”

Seeing my blissful expression and hearing the sounds of passionate grunting escaping my lips, he concentrated on scraping his bloated head across my rough patch. After several minutes of intense stimulation, I felt light-headed and thought I might pass out. My pussy succumbed to his thick prick, contracting and convulsing wildly, as he relished the feeling of sending his mother into heaven.

I’m certain his back was bloody from my nails digging in, but he didn’t care one bit. I gently tugged him and he immediately knew what I needed most. He kissed me, driving his tongue into my mouth. We passionately kissed, maintaining eye contact, peering into each other’s souls. My pussy continued to squeeze and surround his cock with the longest orgasm I’ve ever experienced. His hips bucked into me and when I felt his balls smash against my groin, his meaty cock fully buried, I screamed into his mouth.

He grunted, either from pain or pleasure from slamming his nuts into me, but refused to ease up, thrusting into me harder with each stroke. My eyes widened when his prick twitched inside me. My contractions aligned with his pulses, our bodies humping in perfect synchrony. My walls milked out any remaining sperm residing in his balls and continued to contract after his prick ceased spurting.

Endorphins unleashed their euphoric rush, flooding my body with delightful bliss. My body, completely exhausted, fell limp and I felt like a ragdoll at my son’s mercy. I have never been fucked so good or loved someone so dearly as that moment in time. He stood and lowered my legs to the bed, before melding his sweaty body onto mine. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly, kissing me gently as if apologizing for taking me so forcefully.

Before I could express my feelings, he murmured, “That was unbelievable, Mom. I love you so much and could make love to you forever.”

“Me, too, sweetie,” I agreed. “You said it was your fantasy, but it was also one of mine. Seeing the joy in your face when you’re with me fills my life with completeness. Our love is eternal.”

“Our relationship is stronger than most married couples and is definitely way better than a typical mom and son,” Chad stated, before pausing to collect his thoughts. “You’ve loved Carol and Aunt Pamela for decades and I don’t want what we have to interfere with that. This weekend was ours, but from now on, it wouldn’t bother me in the least if you want to visit one or the other for a night of fun, and if you want to be left alone with them, I understand completely.”

My heart swelled with emotion as I gazed upon his sincere, caring expression. He would go to great lengths to make his mother happy, and I knew the ideal way to reward my horny son. “My love for them is different from the intense feelings I have toward you,” I explained. “I want to ensure their happiness, but if you don’t mind, I’d like you to assist me in pleasing them. Their horniness, due to your wonderful prick, will only increase. If you don’t mind, I’d like you to fuck their brains out from time to time. And of course, I’ll expect to be rewarded directly afterward.”