Chapter 16

His grin widens with each word and his voice fills with anticipation, which sends shivers across my body. “That’s right, mom. In order to convince me, don’t look away. I want your eyes on mine the entire time.”

I’ve no doubt he’ll carry through with what he said. The thought of him being inside my pussy’s bad enough, but forcing his dick into my mouth after cumming in my ass is much worse. There’s only one thing I can do to stop it from happening, which is to find some real pleasure from this moment. I’m nowhere near good enough to fake what he wants and must let go.

His fingers press between my lips as he drops to his knees. Hot breath reaches a place I’ve never felt before. Fingers brush my clit as I let out a false sigh and wish I could close my eyes. This would be so much easier if I weren’t staring at my son’s eyes looking up from between my legs.

I see his tongue pass from his lips to mine as his fingers start to work my clit and this time the sigh is quite real. My breathing gets a little heavy as his tongue explores everything, and my hands move down my body to his head. His hair feels pleasant beneath my fingers as my entire body starts to feel a wave of pleasure I’ve never known.

This is my son bringing me pleasure. I can’t deny the truth of what I feel right now. Everything about this should be wrong, but I can’t deny the sensations working their way through my body. My fingers tighten against his skull and look at the determination in his eyes.

I can feel his tongue pressing inside as his fingers work my clit harder. My breath’s becoming ragged as pleasure overtakes everything within me. Sighs turn to moans as he works his incredible fingers and all that matters is the pleasure my son gives me. Perhaps my son’s right about me being a whore.

My body tightens as I feel myself getting closer to something I’ve never felt before. His lips press against my pussy as his fingers send endless signals of pleasure. The last thing I see before my eyes close is my son’s face staring up at me.

My entire body erupts into his mouth and moan loudly between ragged breaths. His fingers don’t slow and his lips remain firmly in place. I try to pull his head in to take more of his tongue, but he’s as close as he can get.

Between waves of pleasure, I try to open my eyes to see him, but nothing cooperates. One round of endless pleasure after another presses out and into his mouth. His fingers are indefatigable as they continue to make my body feel amazing things. This is my son and I’m his incestuous whore of a mother, since only a whore could feel what I feel.

I’ve no idea how long it’s been since that first wave hit me and don’t care. All that matters is the pleasure my son gives me. My moans intensifies with every wave of pleasure that attacks my body and mind. I’m my son’s incestuous whore of a mother and will gladly take whatever he wishes to give.