The Cycling Holiday
Copyright© 2004 by PhoenixKiwi
Chapter 7
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 7 - Mom and Son go on a cycling tour that eventually takes in more than the scenery.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Son
Once again I woke in the middle of the night and I decided that this was because I wasn't used to sleeping with someone. We had obviously been a bit restless as, even though we were still close and facing one another, Mom's nightie was rucked right up and most of her naked body was pressed against mine. It was plain that she was not wearing panties under her nightie as I could clearly feel her pubic hair rubbing against me and one of my hands was holding onto her beautiful bare bum. One bare breast was pressing against my chest and my underpants had slipped down a little and about half my exposed cock was digging into her thigh. In completely uncontrolled lust I started to slide my hard-on up and down against her leg as I began to lick her face. I don't know why I did this - I just seemed to be operating on auto-pilot, doing whatever came naturally, and this seemed to be the thing to do. I saw Mom come awake in the faint glow from the outside security light and she didn't seem to mind my attentions.
I moved from her face to her tits and began to suck at and lick them as I thrust one hand down between our bodies and into the warm moist area of her pussy. I didn't have any idea of what I was doing and I had no knowledge of a woman's private parts but I fumbled round with plenty of young enthusiasm. Mom began to whisper encouragement to me when I did something that she got pleasure from and I soon learnt that rubbing the small engorged lump at the top of her pussy seemed to give her great excitement and she also seemed to like it when I pushed a couple of fingers in and out of her hole and wriggled them about a bit. I was still thrusting myself against her leg and I could feel my excitement rising and I knew that soon I would be squirting all over my mother but I had reached a stage where I couldn't have stopped even if I'd wanted to.
Finally I erupted. It felt as if I was forcing out all the fluid in my spine and the first couple of jets came out with such force that it was almost painful rather than pleasurable. I had my fingers deep inside Mom when I came and she clamped closed and kept my hand in place as she thrust herself back at me and she explained later that she had reached her own climax when I started mine, my pleasure being enough to tip her over the edge.
When it was all over we lay there for some time, breathless and spent, until Mom finally reached over and flicked on the light. She climbed out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom returning shortly thereafter with a hot wet flannel and a towel. She pulled the covers from me and made lift up my bum so as she could slide my underpants down and of before she washed my crotch and dried me off. Watching her handle and carefully wash my cock soon had me excited again and I grew another erection which looked a lot larger in her delicate hand than it did in my own. Finally she had me cleaned to her satisfaction and she released my cock to lie throbbing against my now bare belly.
Mom then stood up and lifted her nightie over her head and then sat, naked on the side of the bed and proceeded to wash my spendings off her thighs and belly. When she was dry I watched her look down at her nightie and then shrug, drop the flannel and towel on the floor and then climb back under the covers beside me. Here we were, side by side, mother and son, and both as naked as the day we were born.
"I don't know where we're going with all this but I'm not sure that, wherever it is, it is a good idea. What we're doing is against the law, against our religion and probably against nature. But it does feel great though." And Mom giggled, the first time I'd heard her do this in many, many years. "Now I think we've had enough excitement for one day so good night and keep your hands to yourself." And she turned off the light.
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