Chapter 2

Mirrian was enjoying herself. She was naked and kneeling on her bed, with her naked 18-year-old son Anthony slowly fucking her from behind in the doggy-style position.

‘Oh, that feels so good, Anthony.’ She told him.

‘Do you like it nice and slow, Mom, or would you want me to do it harder?’ Anthony asked his mother.

‘Just keep doing it this way.’ She replied.

Anthony had been fucking his mother, Mirriam, now for several months since the night of the thunderstorm had brought them together. Mirrian was terrified and screamed when there was a massive thunderclap over the house, and the power went out. Leaving both Anthony and Mirriam in the dark. He had run through to check on his mother, who was hiding under the covers in her bed. She was terrified of thunderstorms.

Anthony spoke to her, then slipped into bed beside her, putting his arms around her to make her feel safe. He was concerned for her and he held her close under the covers. She was shaking with fear, and she clung to him tightly. Of course, in his rush to comfort his mother, Anthony forgot that he was bare naked and that she, too, was bare naked in her bed. As they held onto each other, their naked bodies pressed against each other.

At first, being naked together was not a problem. However, being naked and pressing against one another soon had an altogether different effect on them. Anthony’s cock began to stiffen and grow with the warmth of his mother’s body. Mirriam also realised that her bare breasts were pressed against her son’s chest, and his arms were warm against her skin.

In the darkness of the storm, Mirrian kissed her son. He liked her kiss, and he responded and kissed her back.

‘Oh, Anthony.’ She whispered and kissed him again with more passion, slipping her tongue into his mouth.

‘Mmm.’ She murmured as she kissed him.

Her hand moved down to find his cock now hard and ready for sex. He, in turn, moved his hand down to between her legs and gently stroked and fingered her pussy lips. They rolled together, and soon Mirrian had spread herself, and her son moved on top of her, and they began to fuck. It was a passionate and frantic coupling between them. Their mutual passion for each other carried them over the edge of what a normal relationship is between a mother and her teenage son.

It was an incestuous coupling. Both of them knew that, yet neither one of them stopped or tried to hold back. They fucked and fucked that night. Mirriam encouraged her son to mount her again and again.

And so it was that from that night. Mirriam and Anthony had regular sex with each other. Anthony spends most nights and mornings mounting his mother and enjoying the pleasures of each other’s bodies.

Anthony slowly thrust his hips back and forth, pushing his teenage cock full up Mirriam’s wet and willing cunt’ now and then, he would stop and hold onto her hips, pulling her back and forth on his cock. This variation of thrusting and pulling gave both of them sensational sexual thrills. Mirriam moaned and gasped as her son manipulated her movements. She loved her son, and over these past months, she had taught him how to pleasure her and how to enjoy having sex as a couple.

It was a loving, incestuous relationship; they both knew and understood what that meant. But it did not seem to matter that much. Yes, it was illegal and wrong in the eyes of the law. But they were deeply in love with each other, and it was a beautiful love between mother and son. So how could it be wrong to love each other with as much passion as they had for each other?