His Taboo Cock 2

An experience shared by Linda

The follow up to His Taboo Cock

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Author’s Note:

I wrote to Rachael separately about the emotional side and how it’s come to a natural and smooth ending. I think it’s best to include that, so you the reader get a better understanding of how the whole taboo relationship played out in terms of the psychological and emotional side.

Rachael’s Note:

I’ve included the text of her e-mail at the end of this part of the story.

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You will recall in the first part I described how it all got started with me and my son. Following that first night, he would come to my room at night and slip under the covers, expecting another blowjob from me!

After a few minutes of lying next to each other, the anticipation building in each of our minds (and bodies), I would slide down under the covers and suck his cock.

When he finished off in my mouth, I would slide back up to my pillow. After a short while, he would go back to his room without either of us having spoken a word. I would then proceed to jam my fingers in my dripping pussy and make myself cum.

With each passing day we both were desperate to fuck, but didn’t have the guts to take the plunge (pun intended).

I wanted him to eat my pussy, but couldn’t say it. I knew he was afraid to ask. What if I thought it was a step too far? I, too, held back wondering what if he felt it was too much.

During the day we would carry on as normal without any mention of what we were doing every night!

I felt it would tip over the edge eventually, but as the mother I would have to take the initiative.

With taboo thoughts racing through my mind through the whole day, I went back on the pill the very first day after I had sucked him off. Evil I know! I just had the feeling if it did go that far, I wanted it to happen without added hesitation and awkwardness of fumbling with a condom.

It had almost been two weeks since the first episode. I planned to make some move to venture into the uncharted waters of engaging in the ultimate taboo act.

I needed to give some overt indication that I’d let him fuck me.

The evening I decided to make my desires known to him we had dinner, and watched some TV before I told him I was heading to bed. I knew he would soon follow, but this time instead of everything happening with our usual silent understanding, I said, “I’m off to bed. Will you be long?”

I just wanted to nudge it in the direction of being more open about what we were doing. To which he calmly responded that he’ll be there in a few minutes.

The anticipation of that night was sky high.

I went to bed with my usual nightie on, but took off my panties before I lay under the covers. My heart was racing imagining what I’d planned on doing to break the barrier to fucking. Instead of lying quietly and waiting for him to leave before masturbating, I would start to play with my pussy while he was still there next to me.

I wanted to drop him a strong hint that I wanted more.

That night I sucked his cock, and then lay next to him with us both panting.

After about five minutes, with the sheet still over me, I had to force myself to be bold. I pulled my nightie up, opened my legs a bit, and started to finger myself. It might sound silly that this was as difficult as it was for me after having been giving my son blowjobs every night, but it felt like a big step…and a huge risk.

I started to moan and made it obvious I was fingering myself. My heart was racing, not just from feeling so horny, but would I scare him away? I really wanted him to make a move on me.

It had been a few minutes of fingering my pussy before I had my first orgasm, and I got a bit vocal as I climaxed.

My son, upon hearing this, suddenly went from lying quietly next to me as he always had (even when getting a blowjob), into a man who seemed to have got all the encouragement he needed to spring into action.

I wanted him to take charge. And he did! Much more than I had ever imagined!

In what felt like an overwhelming sense of surrendering to our intense carnal desires, he yanked the cover off us both, to reveal himself naked. And there I was lying on my back with my nightie yanked up only just covering my tits.

My legs were slightly parted, when my son used his strong hands on the underside of my knees and pushed them high up towards my tits and spread my legs open to expose me completely.

In a hurried manner he started hungrily eating my now completely soaking pussy. His tongue periodically darted into my cunt, and it left me moaning and panting loudly.

I suddenly whispered between moans, “Oh, fuck me.” Although the room was dark there was just enough light coming in through a side window where I could see.

My son got on his knees and his rock-hard cock was pointing at me between my open thighs.

My head was reeling, and I blurted out: “Fuck Mummy’s cunt.” He slid his cock in me and made me yelp when I felt the full force of his strong thrust.

The following few minutes, with me getting more and more vocal, the sounds of him fucking me were echoing through the room. I felt waves of orgasms flow through my body.

The one cock in the world that shouldn’t be sliding into me was the one plunging deep into my now very slippery and creamy cunt. And it felt so amazing. The only thing I wanted was for my son to fill me inside.

There was a frenzied manner in which he was fucking me, and as he was close to cumming he fucked me harder. The slapping sounds of us fucking filled our room making me cry out in ecstasy. I managed to tell him between gasps of breath to cum inside me. He pounded my pussy a few seconds before he let out a loud manly cry as he sent hot spurts of cum deep in my cunt, leaving me trembling.

We both collapsed at the end and stayed in bed all night. Only after a good while did I break the silence with: “That was amazing.”

The following day was the first time we spoke about what we’d done. We agreed it would have to be our secret to take to our graves! No one would understand, nor approve.

We had many conversations since, and we carried on our sexual relationship for around a year and a half. The only reason we were able to carry on was because we both dealt with it in a purely sexual way. There were no feelings which crossed over into us being a “couple.” We thrived on the taboo nature of our sex, making it the best and most intense fucking I’ve ever enjoyed.

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Hi Rachael,

Good to hear from you. Two months ago, my son went abroad for a great job. I wanted him to have a normal relationship we both agreed as we had initially, what we had was a secret and taboo sexual relationship. As scared as I was when it all got started a couple of years ago, in terms of emotions…we had lengthy discussions about neither of us seeing each other emotionally as a romantic “couple.” That would be ridiculous.

We were both, thankfully, on the same page. With him going abroad it made the break much easier. Do I miss him…obviously, as a mum. Do I miss the incredible sex…oh yes! But we never felt like “lovers”…emotionally. Had either of us felt like that we would have stopped it.

It’s a very secret episode in our lives that we’ll take to our grave!

I have recently started seeing a nice guy a few years younger than me. It’s going well. My son has also got himself a girlfriend, which I’m happy about.

The strange thing is our dynamic of mum/son, in terms of me having the “authority” over him, was never in jeopardy. But for about a year and a half, when it came to the bedroom…it always felt like stepping into another reality. Strangely removed from the real world and “normal feelings.”

Emotionally both of us, I guess, somehow felt we were just making each other “feel better physically.”

The boundaries, both emotionally and psychologically, seemed to naturally fall into place in both our minds. Even though it all started without words, we did eventually have talks about it.

The sex felt like something “other”…not sure if I’m expressing it accurately for you to understand. But since you have the “taboo” mind too, maybe you will. I’ve read your posts about your daughters…and what was clear to me is that you have all the exact normal motherly love and affection for them…but in some “compartmentalized” way sexual and taboo thoughts or fantasies roam. With me of course, it went that step further!

But maybe you understand the psychological aspect better?

I think in some ways we both felt…like you might feel (I know you love your hubby so wouldn’t do it…but just as an example)…if you went on an all-girls trip far away and ended up having a sexual fling with someone…but never even considered it hindering your normal relationship once you got back from the trip.

Don’t know if I’m explaining this well at all…sigh :)

Anyway, this is not part of the follow up story. If however you feel what I’ve said is something you want to include, that’s fine. You can tag it on and edit it as you see fit.

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Linda,

Obviously that was something I HAD to include. Your story, as sexy and arousing as it is, is only enhanced by giving us an intimate insight into your feelings and thoughts about it all. One of the things I’m often told by my dear readers is how much they appreciate my openness and honesty about my own sexual feelings, and seeing an example of this in your desire to share your “secret episode” with us all has really driven that home for me.

Thank you so much for telling us about your experience and allowing us into your private world. Where most of us can only fantasize, it’s a real treat to be able to live vicariously through those who have been lucky (and bold) enough to have made such an erotically taboo connection.

Hugz,
Rachael

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3 thoughts on “His Taboo Cock 2

  1. Oh Yes! Such a hot sexy experience! Thank you so much for sharing this!!! So fucking hot! I confess it made my cock nice and hard!!!!

  2. Oh my gosh. Such an arousing, intimate story. Thank you for sharing. I hope there is more where this came from.

  3. Linda, I do remember reading about your first experience with your son a couple of years ago. Thanks so much for your update….I loved it. You and your son are an excellent example of how this incestual relationship can work and become a normal part of your life..….Dylan

    Rachael, Thanks for sharing your thoughts on this and providing a platform for Linda to share her story with all of us.

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