Incestuous Tales of the Quarantine 9: Mommy Craves Her Hung Son
Quarantine becomes a whole lot more fun when a naughty mommy discovers just how hung her son is!
Story Nine: Mommy Craves Her Hung Son
Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!
It was three weeks into quarantine when I walked into my son’s room and everything change
“Hey,” I said brightly as I opened the door. It was the middle of the day and I needed Kevin to help me out with a chore. “I need…”
“Mom!” he gasped as he shuddered, lying naked in the middle of his bed, his hand pumping up and down his penis.
His semen fired from his penis.
I watched the stream of white firing up into the air as he bucked, his face twisted in pleasure and panic. He dropped his phone he held in his left hand on his chest, the seed he fired raining down as he struggled to grab a pillow to cover himself.
It was then I saw the size of his… his… cock.
My son had a cock. At eighteen, he had a big, throbbing, and mighty cock that spurted more… cum. My son was cumming. I was watching the end of his masturbation, unable to look away from the muscular, young man as he groaned, his dick spurting a final blast just as he managed to cover himself with a pillow.
“Mom!” he gasped.
The shock struck me. The embarrassment. Just as I started yanking shut his door, I heard a woman moan from his phone, “Fuck your step-mother hard, son!”
I yanked the door closed and stumbled back, my entire body burning with embarrassment. I hit the wall behind me, panting. My large breasts rose and fell in the sports bra I wore beneath my sweatshirt. I shuddered, rubbing sweaty palms on my purple sweatpants.
The sight of my son’s cumming cock was burned into my mind. His right arm flexing as he pumped away. His handsome face twisting with pleasure. I shuddered as I sucked in deep breaths, struggling to regain control of my trembling body.
I pushed off the hall and stumbled out into the living room, my cheeks blazing. It wasn’t like I was ignorant of young men. I knew he masturbated. I had seen the little evidence for a few years, but to walk in on him while he was doing it—in the middle of the day!—was something else entirely. When had my son grown up? Matured.
I fanned my face. He was endowed. I couldn’t get his dick out of my mind. It had changed from a penis to a cock forever for me. He was a man now. No longer my little boy. I sank down on the couch and squeezed my thighs shut and…
I was wet.
I felt that itch in me. For the first time in over a month, I felt horny. Ever since the first stories about the virus being in the States started permeating the news—the panic buying of supplies, the frantic search to have all the toilet paper I could find—had driven out any thoughts of passion. Not that I had much in my life. I was a single mother. Guys usually had a panic look when they realized I was a mother and then there wouldn’t be another date.
I sucked in a breath, trying to banish this thought. His cock and what that woman moaned. Step-mother porn? Was that really a thing? I wasn’t someone who watched any porn. I bit my lip, my heart pounding away.
After maybe ten minutes of squirming, I forced myself to get about what I was up to. I moved the couch out from the wall by myself, shaking my head at all the trash that had accumulated beneath it. I picked up the loose change and found one of my hair brushes I thought I lost. That went in the garbage. I wasn’t using it after it had spent all that time under the couch.
As the machine whirled away and rattled as it picked up the detritus, my thoughts drifted. My son’s spurting cock filled my mind. That thick cum firing up into the air and landing on his muscular stomach played over and over again. My son was fit. Strong. I licked my lips.
“No, no, stop having thoughts about your son, woman,” I muttered to myself as the vacuum cleaner ran. “That’s disgusting.”
It was disgusting. Incest. Why would I have such perverted thoughts? Was it because I hadn’t been on a date in over a month?. And now with the quarantine, I couldn’t go on a date. I was working from home these days, making lesson plans for my grade school students and keeping up with their parents. When I wasn’t doing that, I was having online training sessions and Zoom meetings with my colleagues. I was still getting paid, which was nice, but I hated not having a social life.
There were just my son and the checkout person at the grocery store who stood behind the Plexiglas sneeze guard.
My son crept out of his room an hour later in jeans and a t-shirt. He looked embarrassed, staring away from me when he came out to the kitchen to get a drink. He was a tall boy, surpassing me a few years ago. He wore his brown hair shaved close on the side and buzzed short along the top. I wasn’t a fan, but it was growing out now. So while he looked a little shaggy, I thought he was more handsome.
I didn’t know what to say to him. It was like he wanted to pretend I hadn’t caught him. I should tell him it was natural, that I won’t just barge in like that, that I even understood why he was watching porn. Though why step-mother porn? He didn’t have a step-mother. He didn’t even know his father.
I didn’t even know who his father was. I was an… adventurous girl in college.
Having a son forced me to have responsibilities.
“Listen,” I said, forcing myself to speak. I had responsibilities as a mother. “What happened today…”
“Just forget about it,” he said, squirming. He grabbed a bottle of sports drink and fled back to his room.
I sighed. Step-mom porn…
I got out my phone and started googling this. I had to understand what it was. I swallowed and found that it was popular. A subset of MILF porn. That made my jaw drop. My son could be looking at twenty-year-old girls with perfect bodies but instead was watching older women having sex with young men.
Cougars. MILFs. Step-moms. Hot wives. It was a whole new world of porn. The phrase “Mothers I’d Love to Fuck” stayed with me because it realized that I was a MILF. I was a mother. I stared down at my frumpy sweatshirt and sweatpants. Comfortable clothes to wear around the house. I bit my lip, this strange warmth burgeoning in me.
I had trouble sleeping that night. I was horny. Aching. I busted out my vibrator. My son’s spurting cock filled my mind as I worked the buzzing shaft of my toy in and out of my pussy. I arched my back and screamed out in orgasm in just a few minutes.
I collapsed into a daze. The next morning, I woke up to a vibrator with dead batteries.
As I got ready for the day, a Sunday, I found myself pulling on my gray yoga pants. I drew on the stretchy material over my thighs and up my rump. I felt it clinging to my panties. I drew on a tight tank top over my large breasts clad in a frilly bra. I shuddered at how tight the “casual” clothes fit around my body.
The sort of gym wear I would don when I used to go to the gym to meet guys. To look fit and hot. I swallowed and wondered why I was doing this. My heart pounded in my chest as I started making breakfast.
Kevin came in for breakfast as I was at the stove making omelets. Quarantine did let me cook so much more for my son. Make sure he was eating healthy food and not all that junk food. Was it my imagination, or did I feel his eyes on my ass?
I couldn’t help but bending over as I flipped the ham and cheese omelets over. My breasts rose and fell in my tank top, this excitement coursing through me. He sat down in a place where he could stare right at me.
“Hey, Mom,” he said, his eyes looking over my body.
“Morning, Kevin,” I said, turning to him and giving him a big, motherly smile. His eyes drifted down to my chest. To my breasts. This pleased warmth rippled through me and ended at my pussy. That itch grew in me.
I was flirting with my son. I was showing off for him. And he appreciated it.
His eyes were on me as I cooked. I had his undivided attention. It felt so good. Made me feel like a woman. I had been only a mom for over a month, scared by the media, nearly in a panic at times, but here, in quarantine, I was remembering other aspects of my life. My cunt clenched as the heat built and built in me.
My panties soaked up my excitement.
“So,” I said, “any big plans for hanging around the house.”
“No,” he said, squirming. “Just, you know, uh, hanging out.”
“Uh-huh,” I said. “Playing video games. Watching videos on your phone.”
He swallowed as I said that.
I smiled at him. “On YouTube, of course. What did you think I meant? That you’d be watching movies of MILFs.”
“What?” he gasped, swallowing.
“Kevin,” I purred, loving the way he blushed. He had the body of a man, but he hadn’t gained the confidence of one. I could feel that I had the power here. It made me feel even more womanly. “I know what you get up to in there. Even before yesterday.”
His cheeks burned.
“Nothing wrong with liking older women,” I told him as I scooped the omelets onto the plate. “Us MILFs need love, too.” It was such a bold thing to say, but I was feeling that saucy heat bubbling away in my cunt.
I was being such a naughty mommy, but I couldn’t help myself.
I brought the plates to the table and sat down as I stared at his blushing face. He took his plate and cut it into one of his two omelets. I only had one. Spinach and tomato. I hummed away as I ate, so aware of how my boobs jiggled in my tight top. They were an ample pair that thrust out over the table and attracted his attention.
He stared at them with hunger. He licked his lips, his eyes roaming all over my big breasts. My nipples throbbed and my pussy grew hotter and hotter. His attention was just something that I savored. I hummed as I ate.
He devoured his food the way only a young man could. The omelets vanished into his mouth before I had even finished half of mine. He gulped his breakfast down with orange juice then bolted from the table.
“Have homework to do!” he gasped.
“Liar,” I called after.
I heard his door slam shut. I stood up and padded after. I pressed my ear to Kevin’s door and heard his bed creaking. There was no video playing, but the rhythmic stroking of his hand on his cock echoed. I loved the sound. He pumped with a vigorous stroke.
He came far, far too fast. I had excited him.
He groaned through his clenched teeth. My mind burned with the memory of his cum firing up into the air. I smiled in delight, loving the sounds he made. The grunts and groans. The manly passion.
Yes, my son was into MILFs. And I was the only one around. I had my son’s attention all to myself.
I hummed as I headed back to the table and finished my omelet.
I found excuses to keep my son out of his bedroom all day long. I kept needing things from him. A jar of pickles was too tight, I needed him to relight the pilot light for the stove after I “accidentally” snuffed it out, and then I needed his strength to move the couch.
“I just want to vacuum behind it,” I said. “It gets so dirty.”
“Yeah,” he said.
I shuddered, watching his muscular body moving beneath his t-shirt. He grunted and dragged the right side of the couch out with ease. He got behind it, facing me, his biceps bulging, and shoved it forward.
I almost swooned with how gorgeous he was. Young men were so sexy. And my son was a hunky stud.
“There you go, Mom,” he said. Then he glanced down. “Huh, not as dirty as I thought.”
“Oh, well, I do keep a clean house,” I said, hoping he wouldn’t realize I had already vacuumed here yesterday. But he bought my excuse.
He stuck around as I vacuumed, standing behind me. I made sure to reach with it, bending over to push the vacuum cleaner farther, instead of walking with it. My pussy clenched as I ran the machine over the same patch of carpet.
It was so hot having his eyes on me.
Then I got to stare at his ass through his jeans as he pushed the couch back into place. I bit my lip, my pussy on fire. This dangerous heat was building and building in me. I was like my old self. That boy-mad slut who had let the entire frat gangbang her. That had been a hot night. All those strong, young men fucking me.
“There you are, Mom,” he said, grinning at me.
“Mmm, thank you,” I said and gave him a hug.
I pressed my big boobs into his chest and kissed him on the cheek. I lingered with my lips a heartbeat longer than a mother should while his strong arms slid slowly around me. His hands rested on the small of my back. Would he be daring?
“Well, I, uh, have to go do homework,” he said and darted for his bedroom.
Kevin lasted longer this time as he masturbated again. My own horniness was building and building as I listened to him stroking his cock, playing out his own MILF scenarios, but I knew I stared in them. He was having mommy fantasies.
And so was I.
I was consumed with them as I cooked dinner, stewing in my own excitement. My panties soaked up my juices, growing so drenched with my passion. It was incredible. I felt so naughty. I wiggled my hips, my cunt blazing with such heat.
This new lust in me gave me such an exciting and exhilarating burst of energy. I shuddered, wiggling my hips back and forth as I soaked my panties with my desire. I chopped vegetables, breaded chicken, and tossed a salad. I was so excited as naughty ideas about tonight boiled through my mind.
At dinner I once again, I had my son’s undivided attention. Those MILFs on his phone were fine, but he had the real thing live in his apartment. Not a step-mom but a real one. I smiled at him all through dinner, glad I didn’t have to battle with his phone for attention.
Having a man shower me with his gaze was amazing, but when he was my sexy son…
I was such a naughty mother.
Unsurprising, he had to do his “homework” after dinner. I let him go while I did the dishes. I had my plan for the night set in motion. I asked him if he wanted to watch a movie when I finished with the dishes. He was all for it. I let him pick.
I headed into my room and pulled off all my clothes. I stripped naked. My black hair fell down to my shoulders, my big boobs swaying. They were plump and heavy. I squeezed them, digging my fingers into my flesh while my pussy dripped. I could smell my tangy juices. I breathed them in.
What a wonderful scent.
I drew on a negligee over my naked body. A lilac delight. The fabric clung to my breasts, hanging from them with no straps. I tugged them down until my nipples were just about to pop out. The rest of the nightie fell down to just below my thighs, the silk sheer when it touched my skin.
I didn’t bother with the panties.
I came out as my son was scrolling through Netflix. He looked up at me and froze. He swallowed as he saw me in my nightie. I smiled at him like this wasn’t anything weird and flounced out to the couch, my big boobs threatening to pop out.
He swallowed and croaked something as I plopped down beside him on the couch. Not sitting at the other end where I usually would be, but right there next to him. He stared at my jiggling boobs, his cheeks red. He had changed into flannel pajama pants and a white wife beater that clung to his body. Instantly, his hardon tented his bottoms.
“Yes, Kevin?” I asked. “Have you chosen what you’d like to watch?”
“Well… I…” He stared at me, salivating. He swallowed. His dick throbbed in his pajama bottoms. His hands balled into fists. He looked bewildered, his eyes flicking down at my tits then away. He squirmed on the couch.
“You okay?” I asked him, putting my hand on his cheek. “You feel flushed. Hot.”
“I’m fine,” he gulped out. “I’m just… I’m tired.”
He bolted to his feet and faked a yawn. “Yeah, I should go to bed.”
Masturbating a fourth time to me? Boy, he did have stamina. It was flattering and annoying. But then an idea popped into my mind. I stood up and threw my arms around him. I gave him a tight hug, with only the thinnest layers of clothes between us. My hard nipples throbbed. My pussy clenched.
I kissed him on the cheek. “Good night.”
I ground against his hardon. I loved how huge he was. He might have the biggest cock I had ever seen. I wanted it. I didn’t care if he was my son. We were trapped in our two-bedroom apartment together. He was so sexy. So hot. Didn’t he deserve to have a hot MILF like me to take care of his stress?
His own mommy to take care of him in every way possible.
He squirmed and broke the hug. “Night, Mom!”
He fled the living room and down the hallway. His door opened. Shut. I shuddered, my nipples hard and throbbing. I knew just what to do. How bold I had to be. My son needed his mother to be in charge. To show him how to please those MILFs he was lusting for.
My pussy soaked my bush with my excitement as I sauntered after him.
I reached his door, listening for that familiar squeak of the bed. He was stroking his cock with enthusiasm. I licked my lips, so ready to pounce on him. A cougar-mommy lusting to feast upon her sexy son. My pussy clenched, the heat bubbling through me.
I threw open the door.
“Mom!” he gasped, struggling to thrust his cock back into his flannel bottoms. But that big schlong wasn’t cooperating. His naked chest—he had pulled off the wife beater—rose and fell in his panic.
“Mmm, you don’t have to do that,” I cooed, sauntering to him. My big breasts swayed beneath the fabric, my nipples poking at it. He swallowed at the sight of me. “I’m here to take care of you. I didn’t realize that you liked MILFs. If you wanted a MILF, I was just down the hall.”
“M-Mom?” he croaked.
I reached his bed and crawled onto it, my tits dandling in the nightie. The cloth swayed beneath me while feeling cool as it draped over my back and ass. I moved between his legs. His chest rose and fell as I stared down at his cock.
“Mmm, you just wanted a naughty mommy to suck your dick, didn’t you?” I purred. “That’s why you’ve been watching all that MILF porn, haven’t you?”
He stared at me with such shock on his face. It was so cute to witness.
“Mmm, I know,” I cooed. “Your mommy understands what a young man needs.” I grabbed his cock at the base beneath his own hand. He was so warm and hot. “Now just let go and your mommy will take care of you.”
“This… I…” He released his cock, his blue eyes staring at me with a mix of shock and lust.
I smiled at him. “Relax, relax. Your mommy knows how to suck your cock. Mmm, just be a good boy and enjoy.”
I ducked my head down, my black hair spilling around my burning cheeks. Then I gobbled his cock. I sucked him into my mouth, my pussy clenching. The heat rushed through my body. This was so naughty. I crossed the line into incest.
I nursed on his cock.
I suckled on my son’s big dick. The salty flavor of his precum flowed across my taste buds. It was a delight that I savored. My boobs swayed as I blew him. I slid my lips up and down his cock, determined to give him the best blowjob he’d ever experienced.
To show him why he only needed his mommy.
Just like I only needed Kevin. I didn’t need other men. I had been raising my man and had never noticed it. My strong, young man to please me and love me. My naughty pussy clenched again, eager to feel my son sliding back into me.
I knew it would be amazing. Magical. I bobbed my head, my black hair shifting, as I anticipated that wonderful moment of Kevin sliding into my pussy, his long cock nudging into my cervix. His cum would fire into my womb. I could still have children.
My son’s baby. Maybe a daughter to love him when she was old enough who could have her own son to love her. On and on and on. A chain of incestuous love. My cunt melted beneath such depraved thoughts.
I sucked harder on my son’s cock.
“Oh, my god, Mom,” Kevin groaned. His head shifted on his pillow. His strong chest rose and fell, the muscles playing across his pecs. I stroked my left hand over his rippling abs. God, he was such a hunk. “Oh, damn, Mom.”
I winked at him and kept sucking. I blew him with hunger, bobbing my head. He groaned again, panting. I loved it. This was incredible to witness. To enjoy. I gave my son all the pleasure I could. I sucked on him. Slurped on him. I worshiped him with passion. Hunger. I wanted to swallow his cum.
That youthful jizz.
“That’s… Your…” His back arched. “Fuck, Mom.”
I sucked on him with hunger. I loved the sounds he made. My left hand scratched over his muscular torso. My right pumped at the base of his dick. He had too much for me to take in my mouth. My pussy drooled for this magnificent cock. I whimpered, moaning, bobbing my head. He shuddered, his dick throbbing in my mouth.
I loved this. Incest felt so right. Answered all our problems. Quarantine could continue forever. I moaned around his dick as I bobbed up and down. My lips slid down his shaft and then I sucked back up him.
“Yes, fuck, Mom!” he groaned. “Oh, my god, that’s good. That’s amazing. Yes, yes, just like that. You’re going to make me explode.”
I wanted that so much. I hungered to swallow his salty fountain of jizz. To gulp down all that wonderful spunk in his mouth. I would drink it all down. My pussy clenched as my cheeks hollowed. I suckled with all my might.
“Damn, Mom!” he groaned. “It’s like you… you… You want me to cum in your mouth. You want to swallow my cum. Oh, damn.”
I winked at him.
My tongue danced around his dick. My big boobs swayed as I worked my mouth up and down his shaft. The fabric of my thin nightie rustled around me. The bedsprings creaked. His face twisted in passion. He groaned, through his clenched teeth.
His cock pulsed in my stroking hand. Salty cum spurted into my mouth. For the first time ever, I tasted my son’s seed. My eyes closed as the thick and creamy delight spilled through my mouth. The flavor set all my taste buds alight. It was incredible. I shuddered, my hips wiggling from right to left.
My cunt blazed with passion as I drank down my son’s cum. The heat swelled through me. I squeezed my eyes shut as I swallowed load after load of his cum. I swallowed so much of that yummy treat.
It was a delight to gulp down. A treat. I was thrilled to get to enjoy it. I swallowed it all down with hunger. I gulped it all down, the cream flowing down my throat. My stomach rejoiced. I closed my eyes, savoring every moment of swallowing his cum.
“Oh, Mom, yes!” he groaned. “You’re… you’re amazing.”
He fired the last of his jizz into my maw.
I slid my mouth up his cock and popped off with a wet plop. “Mmm, was that all that you wanted?” I grabbed the hem of my nightie. “Huh? Having a sexy MILF suck your cock. A hot mom loving your dick.”
“Yes,” he panted. “I just can’t believe… You’re my mom. Where did you learn to suck a cock?”
“Oh, I was young once,” I purred. “Before I had these big tits, I was a naughty thing.” I slid my nightie’s hem up my thighs.
His eyes tracked it.
“Do you want to see your mommy’s pussy?” I cooed. “The hole that birthed you?”
He sat up, licking his lips. He nodded.
“And if I show it, what will you do?” I asked. “Will you eat it?”
“I’ve never eaten a girl out,” he groaned.
“Those poor girls you date,” I said, shaking my head. “Luckily, you have your mom to teach you how to please her. Then you won’t have to frustrate the young ladies. You’ll have your mommy to love.”
“Mmm, yes, you’re going to learn how to please me, aren’t you?” I purred. I pulled up the hem higher. I exposed my upper thigh and then paused right before exposing my bush and twat.
He stared at me with hunger, trembling.
“Kevin?” I asked in a sing-song voice. “Are you going to learn?”
I ripped up my nightie and flashed my black bush dripping with my juices. My tangy scent rose in the air. I breathed it in as I kept pulling up the nightie. Kevin stared at my pussy while I unveiled my big tits. I threw my nightie to the floor, naked now.
His eyes flicked up to my large and swaying breasts. His gaze arrested on them. I had hard, dark-red nipples that thrust from wide areolas. He licked his lips at the sight of them. They weren’t artificial titties. Those were all-natural F-cups. He groaned as he stared at them, drool running over his chin.
“You can touch them,” I said, thrusting my tits out at him. “You used to when you were a baby.” I circled both my areolas with my fingers. “You used to suckle from here.” I touched my right nipple. “And here.” I pinched my left, my cunt clenching.
He groaned and then he darted his head forward and latched onto my right nipple. I pinched the left nub as he suckled. I groaned, my pussy drinking in the tingles his mouth produced. This felt far, far nicer than when he’d been a baby. This was sexual. Sensual. Wicked. Kinky.
My son nursed from my nipple with hunger. I ran my right hand through his brown hair. I smiled down at him, feeling so close to my son as he loved my nub. He suckled from me with hunger, nursing, making me feel amazing.
He sucked with such hunger, my pussy clenching from the force. I shuddered, my hips wiggling from side to side. He drew in my whole areola with his hunger. I threw back my head. My pussy clenched, the heat rushing through me.
It was amazing to experience. Just a delight. I bit my lip, loving this wicked heat that flowed through me. My hips wiggled from side to side, my pussy on fire. My juices trickled out of my twat and ran down my thighs.
“Oh, Kevin,” I moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, love Mommy’s nipple.” I pinched the other one. “Mmm, you’re so good.”
He nibbled on my nub with his strong lips. His blue eyes stared up at me. I loved it. I groaned, my fingers digging into his hair. I licked my lips, savoring this moment. He suckled again, my pussy growing hotter.
“Yes, yes, you’re getting my cunt all nice and ready for your tongue,” I moaned. “Mommy’s going to drown you in pussy cream. How does that sound?”
“That’s what I thought,” I cooed. “Mmm, yes, yes, you’re going to just cum hard for Mommy, aren’t you?”
I smiled at him. This joy surged through me. I was so glad that he was loving me. He enjoyed it. This was so wonderful. I felt so close to my son just like I had when he was a baby nursing from me. I shivered in joy.
I felt so affectionate right now. I pulled his head from my breast, my nipple popping out of his mouth. Then I kissed him. I planted my mouth right on his. I thrust my tongue into his mouth. He groaned. I swirled around in him, kissing him hard. He groaned, his tongue dancing with mine. It was exciting. Naughty. It made me tingle.
I loved it.
I swirled my tongue around in his mouth. I kissed him with all the hunger I possessed. All the taboo and depraved lust that brimmed inside of me. I loved the taste of him. The feel. I plunged my tongue to the hilt in him, reaching for the back of his tonsils.
He groaned as I kissed him with hunger. My pussy was on fire. I had to have him eat me out. I placed my hands on his shoulders, kissing him hard. With such passion. My fingernails bit into his shoulders. I had to cum. I had been simmering all day.
I needed to drown my son in my passion.
I pushed him down to the bed, breaking the kiss. He panted as he did, his eyes wide. He stretched out on the bed. His chest rose and fell as he stared up at me. I smiled down at him. My eyes smoldered with such hunger.
“Mmm, I’m going to enjoy this,” I cooed as I crawled up his body. “You’re going to devour my pussy, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Mom,” he groaned.
“Mmm, my sexy son is going to worship that naughty hole that brought him in the world.” I smiled down at him as I settled my legs around his head. I lowered my furred muff to his face, staring at his eyes between my swaying tits. “You want to eat Mommy’s pussy, don’t you? That’s why you watch all that MILF porn. All those naughty step-moms. You want the real thing.”
“Yes!” he gasped.
I settled my black bush right on his mouth. I shuddered as I did. I felt my curls spilling over his lips than my labia kissed him. I groaned at the incestuous contact of my twat on his face. He moaned as he stared up at me.
“Now lick,” I moaned. “Caress through my folds. Tease me. Feast on me. Show me how much you love the taste of my pussy, Kevin! Love your mommy’s cunt!”
His tongue slid through my folds. I gasped and shuddered from his wicked strokes. The pleasure rushed through my body. It was incredible to feel. To experience. My entire body shuddered. I panted, my heart pounding in my chest. My son licked at my cunt.
He devoured me. His tongue slid into my folds again and again. He caressed my labia and brushed my clit. It was incredible to feel. To enjoy. I threw back my head, hair dancing. I panted, savoring my son’s caresses.
The pleasure rippled through me while his blue eyes stared up at my swaying tits. I smiled down at him between my jiggling breasts. The pleasure rippled through me, stirred up by his tongue licking at my snatch with bolder and bolder strokes.
“Oh, yes, yes, Kevin, tell mommy how much you love her pussy.”
“So good,” my son croaked. “Damn, Mom, you taste amazing.”
“Mmm, then thrust your tongue into my twat,” I groaned. “Ram it in and—”
He thrust his tongue into my pussy.
I felt that thick tongue wiggling about in my cunt. I shuddered, my pussy clenching as he stirred his tongue around in my twat. He swirled it against my sensitive walls, the pleasure rippling through me. My clit rubbed on his upper lip, sparks flaring.
My boobs jiggled as I shuddered. I whimpered and moaned, the bed creaking as I rubbed my furred muff into my son’s mouth. Just having his tongue back inside of my pussy was amazing. Every mother should experience this delight with their son. It was amazing. Fantastic. It made me shudder and shiver.
“Oh, my god, that’s great. That’s awesome. Yes, yes, that’s what I crave. What I need. Ooh, you’re going to make me explode.”
“Mom,” he groaned into my pussy.
“Just keep licking,” I panted, grinding on him. “Just keep sucking at my pussy. Oh, yes, yes, you’re doing so good. You’re making your mother feel amazing. That’s wonderful. Oh, yes, yes, you’re so delicious. Ram that tongue into my twat. Ooh, yes, yes, make me cum.”
He fucked his tongue in and out of my pussy. My back arched. I shuddered, my tits swaying from side to side. I shuddered, loving the feel of his tongue dancing around in me. That wonderful appendage stirred around in me. It was amazing to feel. Just so wonderful. I loved it as I climbed closer and closer to cumming.
Closer and closer to drowning my son in my pussy cream. I would unleash a wonderful flood of cream that would make me explode. It was delightful. I savored this moment. I enjoyed my son lapping at me with hunger. He licked me out with such feverish need. It was amazing. I loved every second of it. I savored the delicious pleasure he gave me.
My head threw back. The bliss swelled through me. It was amazing. Just such a wondrous delight to enjoy. I bit my lower lip as he swirled through my cunt. His tongue was perfect. I would have such a nice orgasm.
But I needed something else. I needed him to do one more thing for me.
“My clitoris!” I moaned. “Suck on my clit. That will send me over the edge.”
His hands grabbed my ass as he slid his tongue out of my pussy. Then he licked to my bud. He fluttered against it. “That?”
“Yes, yes, that’s my clitoris!” I moaned. “Suck on mommy’s clit. Make mommy cum!”
He sucked hard.
I gasped as he did that. My pussy clenched. My toes curled. It was amazing to feel my son sucking and nursing and loving my clit. My bud pulsed and throbbed. The pleasure swelled through me. My boobs bounced before me.
He groped my ass. He kneaded my rump as he dug his fingers into my flesh. I savored it. Loved him groping me. It was incredible to enjoy. My head tossed from side to side, black hair dancing. My pussy clenched every time he sucked.
“Kevin!” I moaned.
He nursed. My bud burst with sparks.
My first incestuous orgasm surged through me. This wonderful pleasure raced through my body. I bucked and shuddered, savoring every moment of this delight. It was perfect. Fantastic. I whimpered through my rapture. My head tossed back and forth. The pleasure burned through me. Stars danced before my eyes.
My pussy cream gushed out of me as the flames blazed across my mind. Depraved rapture consumed my thoughts. I loved it. I bucked and shuddered, my tits heaving from the pleasure of this moment. It was intense. Delicious. Amazing. It was almost everything I craved from my son.
I just wanted one more thing.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “Oh, my god, that’s amazing.” I trembled. “Oh, Kevin, you’re so wonderful. Drink my cream!”
He drank down my cream. He licked at me, moaning. His strokes sent new pleasure blazing through me. It felt so incredible. How long had it been since I had a man? A year? Two? No more vibrators for me. I had my son.
My sexy, hunky, MILF-loving son.
“Oh, Kevin!” I panted as my orgasm reached a peak.
“Mmm, Mom,” he groaned, his fingers digging into my plump rump.
I reached behind me and grabbed his cock. I squeezed his dick and felt him throbbing in my hand. I smiled at that. He had that big dick that just begged to have me ride him. I stroked up and down him, so glad he had recovered.
“Mmm, do you want to feel Mommy’s pussy sliding around your dick?” I purred.
“Yes, Mom,” he groaned into my snatch.
“Do you want to cum in Mommy?” I shuddered on him while his dick throbbed in my hand. “Do you want to pump all your seed in Mommy’s cunt?”
I shuddered, my twat on fire. This was what I needed. Craved. I slid down his body, moving my hips. He stared at me in awe, his lips gleaming in my pussy cream. My boobs heaved as I aimed his cock at my approaching snatch. I nuzzled the tip into my bush. His crown kissed my cuntlips. I smiled at him.
His eyes widened in awe as I straightened upright, my boobs jiggling. Then I sank my cunt down his dick. Slowly. I swallowed inch after glorious inch of my son’s big dick. I groaned out my pleasure, reveling in every moment of delight. Every last second of bliss. This was incredible. Amazing. My face contorted in delight. A big grin crossed my lips as I took more and more of his dick.
“Shit, Mom!” he gasped, his face twisting in pleasure.
“Mmm, I know,” I cooed. “Mommy pussy is so much better than all those petite girls you’ve been fucking, isn’t it?”
“Ooh, Mommy’s big, strong son needs a real woman.”
His hands shot up and grabbed my boobs. He squeezed my big tits with his strong fingers. My cunt clenched around his girth. I undulated my hips forward and back, grinding my clit into his pubic mound. Pleasure rippled through me. It felt amazing. This wonderful delight.
I squeezed my cunt and then slid my pussy up his cock. I groaned at the wonderful delight of his big dick caressing all my naughty bits. It was incredible. Amazing. I groaned out my pleasure. I loved every moment of his cock caressing my pussy walls.
“Oh, yes, yes, Mommy loves having your big dick in her pussy!”
“I fucking love it, too, Mom!” he groaned, fingers digging into my flesh.
I smiled at him and then I slammed my cunt down his dick. I took my son’s cock to the hilt. I groaned as my cunt swallowed every inch of him. I gobbled up his shaft. My back arched. My boobs swayed and jiggled. I grinned at him, the pleasure surging through my body. It was amazing to enjoy.
“Oh, damn,” he groaned, staring up at me in awe. “That’s incredible. You’re amazing, Mom!”
“So are you,” I moaned and rode my son.
My tits jiggled in his hand as I worked my excited twat up and down his cock. The friction of his girth massaged my pussy walls. My cunt clenched about him, making us both moan. He licked his cunt-soaked lips.
I slammed down him, taking him to the hilt, and then rose back up him. I repeated it over and over again. Every time I bottomed out on him, my clit burst with sparks. The bliss showered through me. They splashed over my mind, drenching my thoughts in such naughty delight.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, savoring the silky glide of riding his cock. The pleasure built and built in me. “Oh, that’s wonderful. That’s amazing. Kevin!”
My orgasm swelled and swelled as I rode him. It grew so fast. His cock felt so perfect in my pussy. He reached to my cervix every time like he was sized just for my pussy. I groaned, my cunt squeezing about him. His dick throbbed in my twat while his hand squeezed my tits. I whimpered, moaned, my hair dancing around my shoulders.
I slammed my cunt down his thick cock. That big dick reached so deep into me. My pussy drank in the friction. I ground my pubic bone into his clit. He groaned, his hands squeezing my tits. His blue eyes stared up at me with such hunger.
“Mom!” he groaned.
That one word set me off. The taboo nature of it. The depraved delight of hearing my son moan it while my pussy had taken every inch of his big and throbbing dick. I threw back my head and howled out my pleasure.
“Kevin!” I screamed as I came.
My pussy spasmed around his big and throbbing dick. My cunt went wild. My flesh rippled and writhed around him. I bucked and shuddered on him, the waves of ecstasy rushing through my body. Mighty tidal waves of bliss that drowned my mind.
I threw back my head and howled out my rapture. I bucked and shuddered on his cock, my pussy rippling and writhing. The spasming bliss shot through me. It was incredible. I groaned, my mind drinking in the ecstasy.
“Shit, Mom!” he groaned.
“Cum in Mommy’s pussy!” I panted, my twat writhing around his big dick. “Kevin, cum in Mommy’s naughty cunt! Give Mommy your seed!”
“Yes!” he snarled.
His cum erupted into my pussy.
I gasped as my snatch rippled and writhed around his dick. His hot cum pumped into me. Spurt after spurt of his jizz flooded my cunt. He squirted it right against my cervix. His seed flooded into my womb. This rush flooded through me.
More bliss drowned my mind. I gasped and moaned, my pussy massaging his spurting dick. He pumped me full of all his hot and delicious cum. He filled me to the brim with his baby-making spunk. I groaned, loving every moment of his jizz flooding me. It was incredible. Amazing.
“Yes!” I howled, his hand squeezing my tits.
“Oh, god, Mom!” he groaned, his hands kneading my boobs as my pussy wrung his cock dry.
I worked out every last drop of jizz he had. I drained my son’s nuts. I shuddered on him and leaned forward over him. His hands fell from my breast. I pressed my tits into his chest and kissed his pussy-flavored mouth.
I tasted tangy and delicious.
I kissed my son with hunger. I loved him, dancing my tongue around inside of his mouth. He groaned into the kiss, stroking my back, his cock going soft in my cunt full of his jizz. I felt so wonderful right now. So complete.
I broke the kiss and purred, “Mmm, wasn’t that better than a movie?”
“Beats anything on Netflix,” he groaned.
“I wasn’t talking Netflix,” I cooed and kissed my son again.
I loved being a hot mom.
Two weeks later, Quarantine was going strong. Might even last another month. I didn’t mind. My son was helping me pass it in style. He ate my pussy three times a day, and I rewarded him with blowjobs, my pussy, and even my asshole.
I hummed as I waited on the pregnancy test. It had been such a wonderful two weeks, and I was eager for more. I was my son’s naughty mommy. I smiled when the pink line appeared. This time, I would know who the father of my child was.
My pussy clenching, I slipped out to find my son. I needed him to eat my bred pussy. I hoped I had a girl.
“Kevin,” I called, “Mommy needs your help!”
The END of this Incestuous Tale of the Quarantine