Chapter 27

“Adam, wait. Stop, please...”

Erin panted as she weakly pushed at her son’s chest. Adam was poised above her, settled between her thighs. They had been making out, and he had been rubbing the head of his dick along the slick folds of his mother’s pussy, readying to enter her once again.

Adam propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at his mother’s face in concern.

“What’s wrong? Was I too heavy?”

Erin laughed shakily.

“No, no — just, let me catch my breath for a moment.”

Adam rolled over off of his mother. Erin tried to raise herself up on her elbows, but then collapsed back down on the bed. She was breathing heavily. Adam took the time to admire his mother — Erin’s skin was flushed, and she had a light sheen of sweat covering her entire body. Her hair, usually elegantly styled, looked bedraggled and damp as her locks clung to her neck and shoulders.

Adam thought she had never looked sexier.

Erin wriggled on the bed, wincing slightly. She rubbed her thighs together, letting out a soft sigh.

“I don’t think I can go on, Adam.”

“What, are you alright? Did I hurt —”

Erin rolled onto her side so that she could press a finger to her son’s lips. She smiled wryly at him.

“No, never. But...”

Erin blushed.

“What, Mom?”

“I’m — I’m not used to so much sex, Adam. I’m getting quite sore. Down there.”

“Oh.”

Adam eyed his mother. She was blushing harder, but still had a faint smile on her face, like she couldn’t believe it. He leant down and softly kissed her ... at first. Erin’s mouth opened readily, welcoming his tongue inside. She moaned softly as he kissed her, tilting her head back...

“No, wait!”

Erin pulled back from their kissed, her eyes wide. She shivered.

“Mom?”

“Don’t ... kiss me like that. Please.”

Adam was enjoying himself as he watched the look of conflicted desire on his mother’s lovely face. He reached down and cupped one of her breasts, idly squeezing and playing with it. Her nipple was hard against the palm of his hand, the crinkled teat red and swollen.

“Why not?”

Erin arched her back, pressing her chest harder into her son’s fondling hand.

“Because ... because even though I’m so sore, it makes me want you inside me again.”

“I want to be inside you again as well, Mom.”

Erin laughed weakly, shivering as her son played with her chest.

“I don’t know how you possibly could — how many times ... I don’t understand how it’s even physically possible, Adam.”

“I lay that all on your door, Mom.”

Adam gently rubbed his thumb over his mother’s nipple. Erin winced again as he stroked her overstimulated teat ... but she also let out a soft moan. Adam hadn’t intended to spend so much time in bed with his mother — but after he had carried her into her room, he hadn’t been able to make himself leave. He had lost himself in the act, pushing all his worries down and to one side. For a while, Adam had been able to forget about some of the urgency driving him. It was selfish — he knew that. But he had needed it.

It wasn’t all bad. He had told Delilah about the danger posed by Todd, and she had said she was organising ... something. Delilah had been cagey, but Adam had been content to let her handle it for now. Some part of him was scared about what might have to be done — scared about how he had reacted the first time he had confronted Todd. Adam didn’t know what else he could do — and so he was trying not to think about it. Instead, he just enjoyed the moments he had with his mother — before reality could harshly intrude upon him.

Besides, if what Delilah had hypothesised was correct, the other people that Adam cared about were already protected. Holly and Kendra were bound to him — and Emily had already fought off Todd once before. As long as the three of them were together, Adam wasn’t unduly worried about their safety. Fiona was still sleeping in this very apartment ... although Adam was more ambivalent towards his younger cousin.

Adam gently tugged on his mother’s nipple, making her let out a laughing gasp. She took hold of his hand, holding it on place over her breast. She smiled up at her son.

“Oh, I see. So it’s my fault that I’m laying here with you, all broken?”

Adam lips couldn’t help but quirk upwards at that. Erin raised a quizzical eyebrow at the expression on his face.

“And what exactly has put that smile on your face?”

“Nothing. Well actually, Kendra said something pretty similar to me the other day.”

Erin blinked. Her lips quirked as well, but she looked a little embarrassed too.

“Ah. Really? Your ... friends, said the same thing? Kendra and Holly?”

“Mostly Kendra. She gets a bit dramatic sometimes. Which is pretty entertaining. Cute as well, actually.”

Adam sat up against the headboard of the bed, stretching slightly. He then gathered his mother into his arms, pulling her against him so that she was leaning back on him. Adam gathered her sweat-sodden hair, and pulled it to one side, exposing one side of her neck. He kissed her gently.

“That doesn’t bother you, does it, Mom?”

Erin sighed. She wriggled slightly, her body tensing as he kissed her neck.

“I’d be a terrible hypocrite if it did, Adam. No. Although...”

“Mmm?”

“It is a little strange. Talking about your ... lovers ... after we — actually, I have no idea how many times we have made love now. I’ve lost track completely.”

Adam was amused to see his mother’s ears turn red. He couldn’t see her face, but he just knew she had that cute, blushing expression on her face again. Adam kissed his mother’s neck once more.

“ ... made love?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean — if it makes you uncomfortable —”

Adam hugged his mother tightly.

“No, I like it, Mom.”

“Oh. Good.”

They were both silent for a time as Adam just held her. Then Erin spoke up.

“I’m not sure how I’m going to look them in the eyes though.”

“Why would you say that?”

“ ... Adam, I could tell how much they both liked you. A relationship with them might be ... unconventional, but it was obvious how much you meant to them. And now you and I...”

Erin trailed off. Adam looked at the ceiling for a moment. He wasn’t ... entirely sure how everything would work out, but something inside him told him it would. Even if it made him slightly uncomfortable to think about — especially in light of what he had seen Todd doing — Adam knew that the women he had bound to him were more ... accepting of things than they might otherwise be. He had seen that with Kendra and Holly, even if he hadn’t really explored it with them. Adam had seen Holly looking at his sister speculatively more than once, and he was curious to find out what they really thought about it all.

Adam took a breath.

“ ... they might not care, Mom.”

Erin turned around within his arms. Her eyes were wide.

“Adam. How could they not care? I can scarce get over how open-minded Delilah was, let alone —”

Adam gently gripped his mother’s chin, turning her head a little further around so that he could kiss her lips.

“I mean it, Mom. Think about it; they are a couple — engaged, even. And they are with me. And they, ah, might be more kinky than you would imagine. And they have mentioned more than once how gorgeous you are...”

“Oh.”

Erin blushed. But then her brows furrowed.

“Wait, are you suggesting that —”

Adam kissed her again, silencing her questions and doubts. His dick twitched against his mother’s back. He hadn’t truly been implying that his mother join Kendra and Holly in his bed. Together. No, he had just been trying to assuage her worries. But now ... Adam tried to picture his mother in bed with the two girls, imagining how they would interact ... His mother had told him some of what she and Delilah had done the night before after he’d left. That was also something he’d like to see in person.

“Adam, I can’t believe you’re getting hard again. I can feel you growing against my back.”

“Sorry, Mom. Don’t mind me.”

Adam nuzzled his mother’s neck, tightening his hold around her. Erin took a deep breathe.

“I’m not sure where we go from here, baby.”

“What do you mean?”

Erin’s ears reddened again.

“Well ... us. I don’t — I don’t see how we move forward.”

“Mom, I meant what I said before. You shouldn’t feel guilty or bad about anything.”

“I don’t — but thank you. No, it’s just...”

Adam gently cupped his mother’s chest, pulling her more firmly against him.

“I don’t want this to end, Mom.”

“I don’t either! But ... not everything is as simple as that. I know it very well.”

Adam sat up a little straighter.

“What do you mean?”

“ ... your father...”

Adam stiffened, and his chest felt tight.

“We don’t have to talk about him, Mom. You don’t have to worry about him.”

Erin sighed heavily. The words rushed out of her, like her pent up worries had hit their limits.

“Would that it were true. But, Adam ... everything that we spoke of last night — that hasn’t changed. Even if other things between us have. This holiday, our time together ... this is an escape. It’s not reality. And I don’t mean us making love! Adam ... we don’t live in the same house anymore. You moved out last year, remember? I’m so sorry for it now, but we have barely spoken in the last year! And even if that’s different now, and we stay in touch — I have nowhere else to go...”

Adam hugged his mother tightly as he stared sightlessly past her. She was right — he hadn’t thought it through. Adam wasn’t going to stand by and let his mother vanish back into his father’s house — only seeing her occasionally. His life ... Adam hadn’t considered how things were going to have to change. What about Holly and Kendra? What was he going to do after their time at Serenity Falls came to an end? He couldn’t leave it like it was — and going back to college to finish his studies seemed so unimportant now.

“We’ll figure something out.”

“Adam...”

“No. We will. I mean it, Mom. It’s not going to be something we work towards either. I won’t let it. I’m going to change things now.”

Erin was silent for a few seconds as Adam tightened his arm around her waist. Then she patted his forearm.

“I believe you, Adam.”

Adam thought furiously, trying to figure out what he could do. He had been thinking short term, he could see that now. It wasn’t good enough.

Adam relaxed his grip around his mother’s waist, absently moving his hands up to cup her breasts. He tweaked her nipples, tugging on them as he thought.

Erin gasped quietly, shivering.

“Adam. I’m sorry, but I really am very sore...”

“Shit. I’m sorry, Mom. I didn’t mean to —”

“Shh. It’s okay. Just be gentle.”

Erin patted her son’s arm again, leaning her head back on his shoulder as Adam played with her breasts.

“Is that okay, Mom?”

Erin sighed. She stretched, her toes curling.

“Yes, Adam. That feels ... good. Just not my nipples, baby.”

Adam fondled and caressed his mother’s full breasts, hefting them in his hands. They were too big for him to cover, the soft and pliant flesh spilling out on either side of his fingers. She smelt so good as well, and it was like her body fit perfectly against him. Adam’s dick hardened fully, and it pulsed against his mother’s lower back.

Erin made a small noise. Her body seemed to relax, sinking back against him.

“Adam, baby. I can feel you. So hard...”

“Mmm. I told you, it’s not a big deal.”

“No. That’s not true...”

Erin shifted within her son’s arms, turning so that she could look up at him. Her eyes were bright, and she licked her lips — her tongue darting out to wet them. She reached down and took hold of his shaft, her fingers wrapping around his thickness.

“ ... I can’t leave you like this.”

Adam shivered as his mother gripped his dick. He didn’t think he would ever get used to the perverse thrill of it — he hoped so at any rate. His voice sounded rough, even to his own ears.

“I thought you were too sore, Mom.”

“I am, but there is more than one way I can help you...”

Erin leant up and gently kissed Adam on the lips, lingering and soft. Then she slithered down his body, moving down — encouraging him to part his legs so she could settle down between them.

Adam watched with heavily lidded eyes as his mother came face to face with his erection. She gripped it tighter, her hair tickling his thighs as she got into position. She licked her lips once more, stroking his shaft with her soft hand. She smiled up at her son, once, and then lowered her head.

“Oh, fuck...”

Adam groaned as he felt his mother’s warm, wet mouth envelope the head of his dick. She held herself there, just the tip of his erection between her lips, her tongue swirling around his sensitive head. Adam reached down, gripping his mother’s hair, trying to resist the urge to just pull her down onto him, to shove as much of his dick as he could into her mouth.

“Mom, you don’t have to. I’m really — oh, fuck!”

Erin cupped her son’s balls with one hand, cradling them gently, her other hand still gripping his shaft. The tip of her tongue was exploring his dick, tracing every ridge, and teasing the hole. She sank down further, deliciously slowly, taking a few more inches of Adam’s dick between her lips.

Adam stroked his mother’s hair, moving it out of the way so he could get a better look. Her lips were stretched around his shaft as she began to bob her head over him. His mother’s eyes were closed as she blew him, her beautiful face at extreme odds with the wet slurping sounds she was making.

Adam gathered her hair into one fist, gently guiding his mother as she took him even deeper. Erin adjusted the angle of her head, paused, and then took all of her son’s dick into her mouth and throat — her nose pressing into his pelvis as she swallowed reflexively, the muscles in her throat milking him.

“That — that feels amazing, Mom...”

Adam groaned as the tight heat of his mother’s throat squeezed at his shaft. He was so deep, and she had taken him so easily. Erin held him there, swallowing over and over, massaging her son’s dick with her throat. She opened her eyes, glancing up at Adam. He couldn’t tell for looking, but he got the impression she was smiling at him.

Erin slowly pulled back, letting Adam’s dick slip back out until the tip was resting in her mouth. She stroked his length with her hand as she panted, regaining her breath. Then she went down again, taking him deep. Bobbing her head up and down as she picked up the pace.

Adam lay back, breathing fast as his mother serviced him lovingly. She was so good at it — far better than anyone else he’d had suck his dick. A fleeting thought cast a shadow on his mood — she must have gotten this skilled from sucking her husband. The thought didn’t last long though. What his mother was doing felt so good that he almost felt strangely grateful to his father.

Adam parted his legs wider as his mother deftly squeezed his balls, rolling them carefully in her palm. She was alternating what she was doing to his dick — sometimes bobbing up and down, taking his entire length down into her throat, and sometimes just keeping the head of his dick in her mouth as she swirled her tongue over him while stroking him with her hand.

He lay back, groaning. Adam’s fingers played with his mother’s hair, stroking her head. He was rapidly building towards a climax, far faster than he would have thought possible. The last time he had fucked his mother, he had pounded her for almost half an hour as she recounted all that she had done with Delilah. But there was something about her sucking him ... taking his dick between her soft, full lips...

“Oh, fuck, Mom — I’m getting close...”

Adam felt his balls tighten as his mother gently massaged them. He tightened his grip on her hair, pulling her face down onto him while he carefully thrust his hips up to meet her. Erin murmured encouragement, the sound vibrating around his dick as she obediently took him fast and deep into her throat — letting him set the pace.

Erin squeezed Adam’s dick tighter as she swirled her tongue rapidly over the head of his shaft ... and Adam came.

Adam groaned loudly as his hips jerked and bucked, firing thick ropes of his seed into his mother’s mouth. Erin moaned appreciatively, stroking his shaft faster as quickly swallowed everything he gave her. Adam wasn’t able to resist any longer, and pulled his mother’s head hard up against his groin, sliding all the way back down her throat so that the last few pumps of his semen went straight down her gullet. His hips moved, thrusting up into her face with short, sharp strokes. Trying to get as deep as possible.

Adam finished, panting hard. Relishing the last dregs of pleasure. He only realised that he was still holding his mother’s head hard against him, his softening dick still lodged down her throat, when she started to gently tap his thighs.

“Shit, sorry, Mom! Are you alright?”

Erin pulled her head back, her son’s dick sliding out of her throat and then mouth. She coughed a little, but gave Adam a wide smile. Her tongue darted out, licking her lips clean of any residue of his seed.

“You didn’t do anything to apologise for, Adam. Do you feel better now?”

Adam laughed weakly. He pulled her back up to him, hugging her tight.

“Do I feel ... yes, Mom. I feel great! That was ... incredible.”