Valentine's Day In Nature - Sex Stories

Valentine's Day In Nature

... effort futile.

"Out in nature, there's no right or wrong," he said, moving his hand down to her thigh.

He tried a methodical approach to enjoy her smooth skin. He did his best to transmit a tender touch, but soon his eager hand was palming her bare ass, taking in its softness.

"What're you doing, honey?" she asked, more so a formality as a mother, because she didn't want him to stop.

"You touched my abs, I touch your butt, it's only fair," he argued, giving it a squeeze that made her gasp.

She reached behind her back, returning her hand to his abs, and said, "I do like them." She enjoyed the contrast of her delicate fingertips against his hardened abdomen but explored further down with her hand until it found something even harder. "But I like this more," she added.

They continued teasing each other, her hand squeezing his shaft over his boxers while his hand rubbed over her thong-covered pussy. It was an incestual game to see who would give in first, and judging by their heavy breathing, they were neck and neck. The burden of responsibility fell on her as the mother but the sultry, sopping mess he was rubbing over her thong left her no argument to play the good mother.

She wanted to be taken by her own son, the only person she loved and trusted unconditionally. "Out in nature...there's only do or don't," she said, following up on his comment about nature.

Her words encouraged him to pull her thong aside, exposing her delirious warmth to his ...

... roaming fingers. He ran his fingertips over her slit, lubricating them all the way up to her engorged clit, where he traced circles that sent a jolt of ecstasy throughout her body.

Caught in the flames of lust, she took off her shirt and laid flat on her stomach, inviting him to get on top of her in the prone bone position. She knew there was no going back, that things would never be the same, but she hoped it would all be for the better. Beyond this point, the inhibitions of society no longer applied to them, they were free to explore the realm of the forbidden at their own risk.

He accepted her invitation and mounted her, holding himself up with his left hand while moving his right under her torso to grab a handful of her breast. He pushed the tip of his cock past the crescent of her ass cheeks, searching for the opening to the prohibited depths that a son should never explore. He pressed it against her slit, lubricating it like he had done earlier with his fingers, and pushed his tip past her swollen labia.

The position made her feel tighter, but the juices of her arousal made his shaft glide past her erogenous zones until his engorged head reached the bottom of her pussy. He wanted to make her feel good in every way possible, to bury his face between her ass cheeks and eat her out, but he knew there would be time for that and more later on. It wasn't a scripted performance, it was a raw display of carnal passion between two people who never expected their roles to ...