The constant gardener - Sex Stories

The constant gardener

... right now, behaving like little shits, I'm sure. They are a reflection of me, shows what power I have in society. Like you, they are not really important in themselves, only by what they represent. Me. They are disgusting, frankly, especially my daughters. I'm surprised they haven't tried to rape you by now. And you know, even if I told them that you are their half-brother, I'm not sure it would make a difference. Maybe it would just make it better. I admit it, even though all ties between us are cut, there is something pleasing about it, just the same. In fact, I don't think I will stop."

We looked at each other in the dim light, lightning still flashing outside, the rain pouring down. We were close enough for kissing. I swallowed and opened my mouth, tried to find some sympathy in those dark and piercing eyes. I wondered if she had changed her soul too.

"Unbuckle my shoes", she said. "And be careful."

I did as she asked, feeling the summer sweat on the tips of my fingers. The shoes were blue, like her pants and light jacket. I sat them carefully aside.

"Knowing who I am, kiss my feet", she said.

With a hiccup I did as she said, feeling the smooth instep of her foot against my lips. I covered her feet in kisses, trying to kiss the sweet summer sweat away.

"You are a good son", she said.

I cried, gazing up at her. "I am?"

Not answering, she said, "I want to feel my son's face against my pussy once more."

"Yes, mommy", I whispered.

"No!" she ...

... said, but then the lightning from her eyes grew milder. "Yes, call me mommy, why not. It's better that way, that you were never able to let go, and I was."

Standing up, she expected me to remove her pants, and I found the small buckle at her waist by touch, not able to look. I tried my best, but when I didn't feel any panties, I didn't have a choice as her crotch waited in front of my wide-open eyes. She seemed to be leaking as a response to my trembling lips, anticipating the pleasure.

I folded her pants carefully. Meanwhile, she removed her jacket. She was naked underneath. The shadows did nothing to decrease her beauty as she sat down, her legs wide open for my face.

"You've done it before", she said. "It's the same."

By God, I wanted it to be true, but just as much as I answered to what my well-trained body told me to do, both internally and externally I shock because of the horrible thing I was doing, going down on my mother, making her moan in real pleasure. Looking up, I saw her breasts heave, her eyes closed but her mouth open. My cock strained against my shorts. It was like body and soul were separated.

A spray of lust filled my mouth before my mother screamed in an orgasm that made her thighs close around my head, shutting me in. All my world was her warm flesh. I wished I'd been in heaven instead of hell. Breathing her in I wondered if I'd always recognized her smell. I'd come through there, a lifetime ago. She moved like she wanted to suck me back in. ...