Not Yet But Now 8

Not Yet But Now, Ch. 8 of 15
by Dirty Pierre

“Close your eyes.”

The moment had truly arrived. At last I was about to mate with my mother.

Alice had conveniently gone, or been sent, to spend the night with a friend. Mum had spared no effort to seduce me. The revealing black gown, the candles on the dining table, the flute of champagne handed to me by her manicured hand, the simple smoked salmon she fetched from the kitchen with sensuous high-heeled gait, the outline of suspenders arcing from hip to thigh beneath her dress, the dark makeup around her eyes, the deep red lips, the little touches on the back of my hand, the glimpses of unrestrained breast flesh as we ate – my desire was fully aflame. My young cock had never been so hard.

“Close your eyes.”

I heard her door opening, and Mum led me by the hand into her room. I could smell the candles burning. We stopped.

“Don’t open them.”

I caught the scent of Mum’s skin, her head close to mine. Her hair brushed across my face. Her breath was on my throat as she undid the buttons of my shirt and pushed it off my shoulders. She gently kissed my nipples as she undid my fly and worked my pants off my hips. I let her help me step out of them, my shoes, my socks. The air slightly cool around my chest and back, her fingers slipped inside the waistband of my undies, pulling it forward. A knowing hand reached inside to free my hot, stiff member, allowing it to spring up against my abdomen before they were slowly pulled down. Was that the lightest of kisses I felt on the tip of my cock? I heard the rustling of material, then the sound of Mum quietly climbing onto the bed.

“Don’t open them yet. Have you been good, darling? Have you been saving yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Have you been thinking about me? About putting your penis inside me?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Are you excited? Has your gorgeous cock got all hard like that just for me?”

“Oh fuck, Mum, yes!”

“Alright. You can look.”

In the dim light I found myself at the foot of the bed. Mum lay stretched out before me, her lovely tits displayed, a sheet covering herself below the waist, eyes full of lust. Watching me, she slowly pushed the sheet down to reveal herself. The lacy black garter belt on her hips and her sheer black stockings perfectly framed her sex. Her thighs open in lascivious invitation, knees bent. Her pussy, so long desired, so plump and ready.

And so utterly hairless, like that of a little girl. Except that no little girl could display the glistening, ripe fuck-hole presented by my mother that night. The skin of her pudenda so smooth and pale, the engorged lips of her pussy darkly contrasting, slick with cunt-ooze.

“Do you like my pussy all bare like this, sweetheart?” she teased, running red lacquered nails down her moist slit, obscenely parting her cunt lips and showing me her juicy hole, “I had it waxed, especially for you.”

“Oh mum, it’s…” I was lost for words.

“Come and fuck me.”

She held out her arms as I climbed onto the bed, pulling me close and opening her mouth to receive my tongue. There was no need for preliminaries. She took hold of my fat cock and rubbed its spongey purple head at her cunt-mouth, wetting it in her slickness.

“Yesss!” she hissed as I sank into her.

We joined as rutting animals, base, elemental and delicious.

“That’s what you need”, she muttered, working my cock deeper into herself with her hips. “Hot cunt. Your mother’s hot cunt. Ram me with it, split me open…”

I bit at her neck and clawed at her hips, forcing myself roughly into her body. Hot, urgent and forbidden, all that existed was the joinder of my veined pulsing cock-flesh and her slick hungry snatch. Oh, so accommodating, so perfect to plunge my young member into its moist sticky heat, such a teasing mouth is Mummy’s cunt, how it sucks at me, urging me to give up the semen I’ve saved for her.

Grunting in bestial carnality, I rush to climax, to own her fuck-hole, fill her with pearly liquid, to bathe her insides with incestuous sperm, to claim her womb as my own. Her clasping channel had me spastic in illicit ecstasy as she drained my hot veined member into her greedy depths before I withdrew.

But she was not done.

“Let me clean your cock. Stick it in my mouth,” she muttered, urging me to squat before her to push it slimily between her lips. Desperately fingering herself, she roughly thrust two fingers up her cunt, working her clit with her other hand. Her finger-fucking made nasty wet noises as she nursed hard on my semi-erect member, sucking it like a gross teat, with cheeks drawn in and her tongue working hungrily on the underside of my shaft.

“Do you like my cock, Mum? Do you like tasting yourself on it? After it’s been up your cunt?”

She moaned long and loud as she noisily brought herself off, finally letting my now fully hard rod free of her lips.

“Can you go again, baby?”

“For sure.”

“Let me get on top.”

I lay down on my back. Mum straddled me, took hold of my erection and sank down luxuriously, burying it deep in her belly, her ripe tits swaying above me, nipples brushing my lips.

“Oh fuck, darling, oh God your cock’s so gorgeous,” she gushed as she began to slowly rise and fall upon it, her pale, bare pudenda bumping against my pubes. “My cunt’s so full, oh fuck I don’t know how I’ve lived without this…”

Slowly she rode me in licentious heat, playing with my hair as I sucked on her lovely tits and held her hips. She worked them back and forth, grinding my cock up her hot hole.

“Do you like my cunt?” she panted.

“Oh yeah…”

“Tell me…”

“Oh, Mum, I love fucking your cunt, your hot cunt, sticking my hot cock into you…”

“Yes! You’ll make me cum, sweetie…”

“I love cumming inside you, cumming in my Mum’s cunt…”

“Oh fuck! Yes! My handsome son’s sperm in me!”

I was getting too close to the edge; I needed to slow down.

“Mum, Mum, let me take you from behind…”

“Oh shit yes!”

We kissed lasciviously as Mum slowly allowed my engorged rod to slip from her, her silky cunt lips stretching wetly to follow my withdrawal. She turned round on all fours, presenting her bottom.

“I want to look in the mirror: I want to watch you,” she said naughtily, adding, “as my horny son mounts me and mates with his wicked Mummy.”

Her breasts hung low and inviting as she propped herself up on her arms. She wiggled her torso to shake them, looking in the mirror at my delighted reaction.

“You like my tits, don’t you darling?” she cooed.

“Yes, I do,” I agreed, embracing her from behind, my head on her back, and reaching forward to pull at her nipples. “I like them very much.”

I slid back. Mum smiled knowingly and licked her lips as my eyes took in her wetly displayed crotch. She arched her back, showing me. Her beautiful round buttocks, her puckered, moist anus, and, beneath it, her engorged open cunt, full of warm creamy sperm that trickled down her inner thighs.

“Oh fuck, Mum,” I groaned, “God, I want to fuck you to death.”

“You may,” she responded politely, squirming as I bent to wetly kiss her arsehole. “Ah! You know how I love that!”

She writhed against my mouth and reached between her legs to finger her clit.

“Fuck yes, Rabbit, lick my arse! Suck my dirty arsehole, you horny little bastard!”

I chuckled, enjoying her randy discomfort, but I wanted to sink my cock into my mummy’s body again. I knelt behind her, and, taking my hot tool in my hand, rubbed it up and down her gooey slit, feeling her wriggle to offer her open fuck-hole to me.

“Do you want my cock, Mummy?”

“Oh fuck, Rabbit, don’t tease me…”

“Do you want it up your horny Mummy cunt?”

“Oh, baby, just fuck me! Oh yeah, like that! Fuck me hard darling, yes, yes…Oh God, your cock!”

I gripped Mum’s hips and worked my member hotly into her, my balls rubbing up against her plump pussy lips, our thighs slapping together as I thrust more urgently. Rubbing her clit, Mum came to a shuddering climax, her cunt clenching around my hot cock, her arsehole flexing obscenely. She squealed in pleasure as I poked my thumb into her pulsing anus, insisting that I shove it in harder, deeper. We fucked in delighted abandon, mother and son coupling in forbidden lust, her hungry hole swallowing my hot length, stroking me, teasing me, milking me, bringing me closer and closer…

“I’m gonna cum, Mum, I’m gonna cum in your hot cunt…”

“Oh yes, darling, give it to me…”

“I’m gonna cum inside my sexy mummy!”

“Always, darling! Always cum in me!”

“Up her cunt! Up my mum’s cunt!”

“Yes! Yes! Fill me with hot sperm, sweetheart!”

My orgasm was delirious, grateful, triumphant, my hot love juice spurting endlessly, it seemed, from my burning rod into her maternal hole.

And, for the moment, we were sated. She was a laughing gooey mess as she leant forward, squeezing my cock from her pussy. Warm cum ran freely down her thighs.

“Well, that was a lovely surprise, sweetheart” she said, “I don’t think even your father could get hard again so quickly.”

“Um – thanks, I guess.”

We cuddled close. She was my mother again, not the delicious filthy whore who had just inflamed me so.

“I hear it’s traditional to have a cup of tea before and a cigarette afterwards,” she continued, “But perhaps we could have another glass of champagne instead.”

She bounced out of bed and departed for the kitchen. Returning, she set the bottle and long-stemmed glasses on her dressing table. Opening a drawer, she rummaged around and drew out a folded nightie.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been so full of cum in my life,” she laughed, mopping between her parted legs and down her thighs, “Ooh dear, it’s gone everywhere.”

I did take a little pride in having so thoroughly demonstrated my masculine power.

“Now darling, do you mind pouring?”

I wasn’t to be waited upon forever, I suppose. Pity, that. I rose and did as I was asked. Meantime, Mum unfastened her suspenders and rolled down her stockings.

“You do like me wearing lingerie, don’t you, Rabbit?”

“It looks so sexy.”

“I’m glad. I thought you would. But it’s not altogether comfortable to, ah, make love in. Even these little frilly things,” she added, undoing her garter belt and holding it up, striking a pose.

I held out her glass. She dropped the lacy garment and took it.

“Cheers, Mum.”

“Cheers, darling,” she responded, “And long may we continue as we have begun, my horny young man.”

“Yes to that, my naughty old woman.”

“Not that old! I’ve still a trick or two up my sleeve.”

The bubbles went down quickly. I quite liked the flavour. Emptying the bottle with another glass, we repaired to bed. And, ere long, to sleep, my cock nestled warmly against her bottom, my arm around her, my hand cupping breast flesh.

I awoke in the middle of the night, erect, pulsing, eager for more. A little nudging had Mum rolling onto her back, drowsily opening her legs once again.

“Mmm, darling,” she murmured sleepily as I entered her and began working my hot stiff cock into her snatch.

The very notion of her availability was intoxicating; her readiness to be woken and fucked utterly thrilling. Our coupling became increasingly heated and urgent as our excitement grew.

“I love your fucking cock in me,” Mum gasped, now working her bottom hotly. “Oh Christ, it’s so fucking good…”

“Your cunt’s so fucking hot,” I echoed.

“Oh yeah…yeah…Gerry, Gerry, where have you been? Honey, I’ve missed you so much…”

Gerry? My father? I was struck motionless.

Mum stopped too, suddenly fully conscious, aware of what had just passed her lips.

“Oh Peter, Peter, I’m sorry, so sorry darling, I didn’t mean…”

She began crying, pulling away from me and covering her face.

“It’s okay, Mum, it’s okay.”

“No, darling, it’s not okay,” she replied between sobs. “I don’t know what I’ve done to you; it’s something dreadful, like…like…as if I’ve tried to make you into your father. It’s a terrible thing, it’s not okay at all…”

“But I don’t feel as if I’m Daddy,” I countered. “I’m only me.”

“You’re not my husband, sweetheart, you’re my son. And all the time I’ve convinced myself that I’m being a loving mother and showing you things, alright, being a bit naughty, too… but I’ve just been corrupting you, trying to get your dad back…so selfish…oh fuck, so, so wrong…”

She wept again, a good long time. And I held her, and kissed her shoulder and said it was really alright, Mum, over and over. I’m just your boy and dad’s boy and I truly do love you and you’re the best Mum a boy could have and you’re so good to me and Alice – well that set off another fit of crying – no, truly, Mum we both love you madly.

At length, she became calm again.

“I’m not Dad. I’m your son.”

I kissed her lips gently. She resisted a little.

“I’m your son, and I love you.” She kissed me back a little.

“You’re so beautiful, Mum, and I’ll always love you.”

She tilted her head just enough to allow me to kiss her throat.

“Always love you…”

She sighed as I nibbled at her earlobe.

Shortly afterward, Mum again took my young cock inside her and we made love gently, she offering herself without equivocation, I giving myself as wholly as I knew how. And when she came on my loving shaft, helping herself over the edge with her fingers, I was a prince. And when I came inside her, in a great rush of joy through my whole self, it was good. Not mother and son of heated fantasy but mother and son, maternal and filial. Very much like any other mother, any other son, merely lacking the inhibition that restrains others’ erotic expression of their desire.

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