Tides of Forbidden Return
Copyright© 2026 by VelvetQuillX
Chapter 4: Sweet Temptations
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 4: Sweet Temptations - 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 fair’s frenzy closed around us like it was alive. The lights pulsed to my heartbeat. The crashing of waves became a low beat of sound in the background. My hand was still locked in Elena’s, sweaty from the ring toss that had her nipples straining at me through her blue sundress, stiff and hot under the bright lights. My cock had been thick and unrelenting since then, throbbing in my jeans like a secret I wasn’t sure I was supposed to be holding. Her heat was trickling into me as we moved through the crowd, her hip pushing mine, pressing hard, aching up into my balls.
That was the first thing we smelled, spun sugar dissolving in the salt air, cloying-sweet like some forbidden flower growing in my gut. Elena said it was there, wolfish with that velvet growl in her voice that made my skin prickle. She looked to the stand of cotton candy, a stick of pink dessert fluffing out, with machines humming. Sweet to indulge in. I deserve that after all the sour bullshit from Mia.
Her words were double-edged, cutting at the knife of my breakup, Mia’s betrayals still fresh, her text about needing “more excitement” a haunting dream, but Elena turned it to power, her possessiveness stinging, soothing. We lined up, bodies drawn closer by the prison of the crowd, her ass brushing at my thigh, soft and full, her sundress climbing up just enough to tease the curve where hip met thigh. Her scent, now, drenched under the sugar: lavender and that rich musk, warm and womanly, a scent that hinted at the fur of her dark curls that I had seen in the mirror, slick with arousal from my stare.
She bought a huge pink puff, the vendor winking as he handed it over. Elena tore off a fluffy lock and held it up to my mouth like a votive candle.
“Open up, my love,” she whispered seductively, her eyes black but sparkling like moonlit sea glass.
Her fingers touched my lips as I opened them, and I tasted sticky-sweet cotton candy on my tongue that just melted into a sugar rush. But it was her thumb dipping so far in, so close to the tip of my tongue, that it made my cock throb hard.
“Fuck,” I said, sound dying around the curve of her finger.
She smiled, very slow, slowly pulling back, thread of floss hanging on translucent, glassy skin. And pearl-like.
“Your turn,” she said, voice going lower, throaty and teasing.
I cut off a bit, pink fluff pulling off in sticky strings, gave it to her, leaning in, her big plump heavy breasts pushed hard against my arm, full, heaving a little with her breath, nipples still pebbled in that wind or this game. She took it in her lips, tongue flicked out and licked my fingers, warm and wet and all around my thumb because I bet she’s licking something much filthier.
The feeling shooting right to my neck and in my groin, my cock got thicker and pre-cum soaking my boxers as her mouth welcomed my fingers, sucking soft and low, the sound wet reverberating through me, her eyes on mine, smooth black oval pools of anticipation filled with heat like a drug den on a hot day, and in my mind,
“So sweet,” she moaned and pulled, a thick line of melted sugar stretching between us as a viscid bridge. “So sweet. But I bet you taste even sweeter.”
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