Chapter 5

An hour later George walked into the house trying to look like he had just arrived.

“Hi mum” He said and looked down at where his mother sat on the floor. She had a spread of Tarot cards in front of her and at the angle she was leaning over the cards George could see right down the front of her loose dress, he could see most of her heavy breasts hanging freely. George felt his cock getting hard again.

“Oh George! It’s good to see you baby!” She said happily. Climbing to her feet Cilla crossed the short distance to her son and hugged him tightly. As she held her son one of her hands slid down to his ass and pulled his crotch into hers, she could feel his hardness press into her.

“Did you enjoy the preview baby?” she whispered in his ear. “The main feature is even better!” she breathed.

“Uh, mum, I’m sorry I didn’t...” George stammered.

“It’s ok honey.” Cilla whispered and kissed her son. When George felt her wet tongue slide into his mouth he felt himself responding. As his tongue crept tentatively into his mothers mouth George cupped one of her heavy breasts in his hand and ran his thumb over the hard nub at it’s centre.

Cilla moaned softly as George played with her breast before abruptly pulling away from him. Just as George was about to apologise for groping her Cilla dropped to her knees and quickly undid his belt. Pulling down his trousers and underpants at the same time Cilla gasped as his huge cock sprang free. Her husband had been well endowed but George was even bigger, she estimated he had to be at least ten inches long and impressively thick. Her anus quivered as she imagined her fantasy of having her son’s cock buried deep in her ass.

Cilla slowly licked her way around the swollen glans of George’s cock before she enclosed his head in her hot mouth her hands reaching around to knead his butt. George groaned as his cock gradually slid into Cilla’s throat, his mother kept going until her nose was pressed firmly into George’s pubes.

“Oh god mum I’ve dreamt of this for so long.” George sighed as he ran his fingers lovingly through Cilla’s short black hair. George couldn’t help himself from thrusting his hips and was soon fucking his mother’s face as he held her head still. Each thrust rammed his cock deep into her tight throat before George withdrew until just his cockhead was in Cilla’s mouth.

“Oh goddess I’m gonna cum!” George shouted as Cilla felt his ass cheeks tighten in her hands. Cilla pulled back and opened her mouth wide, her eyes sought out her son’s. They locked eyes as with a final jerk of his hips George spewed his cum into his mothers waiting mouth. George watched Cilla’s mouth fill up with his creamy spunk, she had to close her mouth and swallow and George’s last shot splattered across Cilla’s lips and nose.

George pulled his mother to her feet and looked at her cum soaked face. To her delight George leant into her and carefully licked off every trace of his semen then kissed her, his tongue searching for any remaining traces of his own cum.

When they parted Cilla looked at George, he could see the love and lust in her eyes.

“Take me to bed and fuck me.” Cilla breathed before she kissed him again.

Cilla took George’s hand and lead him towards the stairs.

Standing beside the bed Cilla wasted no time stripping her son and pushing him gently back onto the bed. Straddling his young body with the skirt of her dress pooling around them Cilla reached down for George’s still hard cock and guided it to her wet pussy. Cilla’s moan mixed with George’s as she sank down on his hard shaft.

Cilla rode George’s cock hard for a few minutes her cries getting louder and louder as she climbed towards her peak. George tried to reach up and free his mother’s breasts but she grasped his wrists and forced his hands back down to his sides. Cilla’s cries gradually changed from the sounds of passion to desperation as her orgasm eluded her. Eventually she collapsed sobbing onto George’s chest.

Concerned George held her tightly as she lay still impaled on his shaft.

“What is it mum? I’m sorry I never meant to hurt you.” George felt an ache deep inside of himself as Cilla sobbed on his chest.

“It, it’s n-not y-you!” Cilla cried. “It’s your father, H-he did th-this to m-me!”

“Did what mum? What did dad do to you?” George asked as he tried to calm her down.

“This!” Cilla yelled and pulled off her dress. George starred in shock at his mothers breasts, where her nipples should have been all that remained was a puckered scar, the hard scar tissue had been the hard lump he had caressed earlier.

“Jesus Christ mum, what the fuck did he do to you?” George gasped.

“Your dad didn’t think it was right for a woman to enjoy sex as much as I did. He was convinced I would chase after other guys for sex, so he fixed me, he made sure I wouldn’t be able to enjoy fucking anyone else!”

Cilla started crying again as George’s gaze took in her mutilated body. As his eyes locked on his manhood penetrating his mother he sighed heavily. Her labia had been mostly cut away leaving ugly scars running down either side of her sparsely haired pussy, higher at the top of what was left of her sex he could see a pale ragged scar where her clit had also been removed.