Chapter 15

Erin rode her son, bouncing almost desperately up and down on his lap. Her arms were linked around Adam’s neck, and she was breathing heavily, raggedly. Adam’s face was buried in her chest and he was sucking on her nipples, alternating between each breast — capturing them between his teeth and biting down carefully, eliciting louder moans from his mother.

Adam’s hands gripped his mother’s behind, guiding and aiding her in her frenzied humping. He felt incredibly connected to her, far more than he ever had before. Adam could feel just how aroused his mother was, how she felt about him. How much she craved the sensation of his dick moving deep inside of her.

Erin groaned, her voice raspy, a full body shiver gripping her as she felt Adam bite down on a nipple again.

“Oh god, Adam — that feels so good baby! Yes, more! I need more!”

Erin started rocking back and forth frantically, grinding on Adam’s lap. She started to whimper, chasing a need that she hadn’t yet fulfilled. Adam could sense it — there was a burning desire within his mother that he had awakened all unknowing. Adam hadn’t meant to — he had been struggling, straining to sense what his aunt had been feeling. In doing so he had unlocked something, and then ... and then he had unwittingly turned all of his attention upon his mother, trying to get her to stop from attacking Tessa.

Adam knew he should probably address this, should probably try talking to his mother. But it was so hard to concentrate. She was so damn gorgeous, and was currently riding his dick with a fervour that he’d never experienced before. Her breasts were so heavy and soft in his hands, her ass so full and rounded. His mother’s sundress was bunched around her waist, a delicious counterpoint to it all.

So, instead of doing the responsible thing and trying to work out what had happened, Adam just went with it.

Adam was momentarily surprised when his mother suddenly scrambled off of his lap, letting his erect dick slip out of her.

“Mom?”

Erin didn’t answer. She just crawled onto the bed next to him and lay on her back. She spread her legs wide, reaching up towards her son.

“Please, Adam. I ... need more. Please, baby. I need to feel your weight on me.”

Adam took barely a second to drink in the sight of his mother, open and waiting for him, before he covered her body with his own. He settled down between her thighs, and his mother’s legs immediately wrapped around his waist. Erin wriggled her hips around, letting out a frustrated grunt when the head of her son’s dick caught at her entrance before slipping out. When Adam found the right angle, pushing the first inch back inside of her, Erin wrapped her thighs tighter, pulling him into her with a satisfied hiss.

“Yes...”

Adam started to pound into her, feeling like he was trying to drive himself through his mother. He fucked her so hard that the bed was moving around on the floor, but if anything Erin wanted even more. Her hands were at his back, rucking up underneath his shirt, her nails scratching his skin. Urging him onwards. She was whimpering nonstop into his ear, begging him to take her harder, deeper.

Adam took brief moment to adjust their position, pulling out of his mother’s pussy so that he could lift her legs up over his shoulders. Then he slotted himself back into her, leaning forward so that he was almost bending her in half. Now when he fucked down into her, their bodies slapped together loudly.

Erin started crying out with each one of her son’s thrusts, an animalistic sound that he’d never heard her make before. Her head was flopping around from side to side, her hair dark with sweat. Her full breasts jiggled about on her chest, and Adam could see her toes curling in his peripheral vision.

Adam felt like his mother was unraveling before him. It was like he could see every part of her, read her very soul. The connection between them lay stark and open. He could see the binding he had wrought, see how flimsy and unsecured it was. It was a connection, but nowhere near as strong as the one he’d forged with his sister. Emily’s had been done consciously, a connection that Adam had chosen. Now he was going to do the same with his mother.

It was slightly different though. Their bond was already there. Adam was just making it ... official. Just like with Emily, Adam could sense how he could tie his mother to him permanently. Sense the emotions or needs that were available, that were the most appropriate. He was operating on instinct, but he had a sense that something else — something he wasn’t entirely aware of — was informing his actions.

Adam could feel the strength of his mother’s regard for him. It was tinged darkly with guilt though, even now. Even though the idea was repellent to Adam, he could see how he could use that. Use his mother’s guilt to forge chains to bind her soul to his. He moved away from that notion immediately, instead focusing on the burgeoning and growing sense of love he could feel from his mother. It was still new, fragile in places, but shining all the more brightly because of it.

Additionally, Adam focused on the sheer desire that he felt from his mother. It was something that was reciprocated within himself; it fed and inflamed her own. Adam chose desire, and felt the connection between them firm up even more.

Erin reached up and cupped her son’s face in her hands. Her eyes were half-closed, and her mouth was open as she panted and moaned. Her gaze never left his though, even though her body was shaking wildly from the force of Adam’s thrusts. She licked her lips, groaning.

“Harder, baby — please. It feels like you’re battering me apart — and I love it! Adam, give me more. I know you can! Just - fuck me until I break!”

The last part was almost a scream, and Adam could feel his mother’s pussy spasming around him. It was what decided him. There was something else in the undercurrent of his mother’s emotions, something that had been pulsing at him ever since she had crawled into his lap and mounted him. Adam had noticed a certain ... predilection within his mother since they had been together, both with him and with Delilah. It had even come out last night with Emily. And now Adam couldn’t ignore it.

Adam bound his mother with love and desire. Additionally, he used the trait that she had been projecting towards him almost since the first moment he entered her.

Submission.

Oh, Adam didn’t go strong on that aspect. He would have felt too guilty. But he did use it. Just ... a touch. Enough that he was sure that his mother would have a desire, a small voice in the back of her mind, telling her to submit.

In truth, it wasn’t all that strong a compulsion. More just ratifying what was already there. To Adam’s senses, it mainly meant that if his mother ever indulged in that particular inclination with him, it would make it that much more intense.

Adam felt the binding take ... and it actually wasn’t all that strong. Just like it had been with Emily, Adam was able to choose just how strong the connection between him and his mother was. But he immediately felt it solidify, and the knowledge that his mother was truly his echoed throughout his mind.

All this happened in the span of a few heartbeats, while Adam was roughly pounding his mother into the mattress of the bed. But as soon as he was finished, his mother went rigid. Trembling.

Erin’s eyes rolled back up in her skull, and she flopped back, her arms sprawled carelessly above her head. She then went limp, languid. Small tremors rippling throughout her. In contrast, her pussy was spasming nonstop around Adam’s thrusting dick — her inner walls clamping down on him.