Tides of Forbidden Return
Copyright© 2026 by VelvetQuillX
Chapter 10: Jealous Touches in the Shadows
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 10: Jealous Touches in the Shadows - After a devastating breakup, a young man returns home to his mother's comforting arms. Lingering hugs ignite long-buried desire. A teasing mirror moment, moonlit fair path, and beach bonfire lead to forbidden passion—deep claims, creampie surges, eternal bonds sealed in sand. Explicit mother/son incest, beach sex, creampie, taboo love. 18+ only.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Cream Pie Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Big Breasts Hairy Public Sex Slow
The fire’s amber light frolicked along the crests of night, throwing briny specks that flitted like sea-suds along the speckled sandy fringe of the fair.
Brine and smoke, the slight stale bite of surf and salt, hummed around us like an entwining lover’s kerchief, prying each inhale to a sliver of sonic knife.
Elena’s arm was still pulled around me, the enormity of her curvy, wide hips making my thigh swagger in a resounding claim that reverberated with the surf’s own growing surge within us both.
The crowd was a hollowed dredge of phantom figures that drifted over the ashen remains, their laughter retreating in fragments to a burbled howl whispered away by the sea.
We roamed inwards as souls of spite draped us in strong backlight, painting her flushed flesh and my harnessed heat.
Her hand moved further up, setting her fingers against and playing along the mounds of my back under my shirt in a nonchalant few strokes that felt like emotions inside a hurricane.
Guilt gashed at me like Mia’s claws, for she was still fresh, her cruel coldness that still echoed and was now replaced with a warmer, fiercer, possessive warmth that burned closer to the lines we both had pretended to keep divorced.
The dents in her from the divorce, the lonely nights we had spent and what else, now became a great sovereignty, and that very kindness turned into a territorial fierceness upon my torn heart.
“Further into the flames,” she purred, as she hissed with the embers like a mother, but also made my cock jerk up with wanton weight in my jeans.
It was too much.
My palm slid down, prowling the arabesque of her hip and fingers widening to cradle her wide ass like an ocean dune yoga-yielded, but firm.
Her soft gasp tracing the curve to my arm, nails so barely digging to anchor us to this storm-labored landscape.
The thinness of the sundress illuminated the heat of her skin, muscle flexed as she leaned into the touch on my thumb.
Shadows serving as shield for our lust, the thick beat of the bonfire beating in waltz with my heart, anonymity masking us amidst the mass, thinning at the periphery.
The subtle voluptuous curse, a script faint on my knuckles as she felt me squeeze, covetous clasp drawing at the curve of her thigh, and her body rolling with the heat of my groin, her hips patting the front of my thickening hardness.
“You’re mine tonight,” she breathed, breath hot against my ear, possession pouncing possessively.
Desire’s wicked webs of want wove to territorial tease as her hand, twin to mine, homed in to the front of my jeans, fingers rasping the length of my shaft below through jeans’ thin tissue.
Contact crackled, epidermal echoing, desire’s erection inching almost apparent, becoming lasciviously leaping under her wicked touch.
Her thumb marked the outline with deliberate care, cock twitching to the fringe where pre-cum was dampening the denim, her touch firing upsurges that helplessly buckled my hips.
Multi-sensory symphony, waist-high: the crackle of ignited tongues waltzing in as fervent foreplay, her musk mingling with moist marine brine and dampened, smoke-saturated sweat; the taste of salty sweat as I licked her in yearning, imagination of her intimate flavors as spicy as they were sweet; textures of frictional phantom fucks; heat towering; skin thereby unfolding in exquisite harmonic harmony; sights of creeping shadows, her waves summoning sirens with the firelight, her breasts bulging blue as they matched the ragged rhythm of our breaths.
Inner fantasies went darkened as shadowed seas swept by with storm: I dreamed full of claim, looming thrusting deep into her slick depths, branding her raw reclamation, her walls yanking wantonly past me, effusive essence purging tidal surges.
Elena was my empty fire, hot by whispers flowing to velvet venom:
“No one else gets this, my strong man, none else—she’s no one.”
Petty persistences popped through the vague holds, teasing from memory’s hollows—her cold infidelity enchaining, the afternoon affair morphed into this maternal might mending my bruises thanks to masterful possession.
My cupping clutch grew greedier, my palms prowling possessively over her curves, dip for tracing cleft through the dress, her hirsuteness being haptic harmony imagined beneath increasing honest honed hunger beyond what I honor.
We ducked behind a cluster of booths, structures standing like old wrecks in the longshore, shading us in a fecund field for the flirtatious.
Flames framing our fervent forms, fostering fledgling needs.
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