Every Last Thing - Sex Stories

Every Last Thing

... are probably similar to where you are." She added.

I nodded.

"I suspect that part of you is furious at your dad. More so than usual that is. That you've been trying to come to terms with finding out he's taken away the thing you loved, and, in almost the same instance, discovered that you've taken the lion's share of what he loves away from him in return. And now part of you wants to complete the set. Part of you wants to possess everything he ever held dear."

I gulped, not entirely sure where this was going. But also thinking that if I was getting what I thought she was saying, then maybe we were both on the same page. Mom leaned forward again and put her hand on the back of mine.

"Look at me." She ordered. I did.

"I understand. I really do." I refused to acknowledge anything and may face remained passive.

"I feel the same way. I do." She said under her breath, letting her hand slide across mine. My cock leapt in my pants.

"It's nothing weird or wrong feeling this way. It's about revenge. You joked yourself about it earlier. I know you didn't mean it consciously, but I think it was already somewhere in your subconscious. You've robbed you father of most of his power. And now, owning his power, have discovered that power is a powerful aphrodisiac."

I found myself nodding along with her as she held my hand, leaning forward, robe half parted. I was sure I could see some ginger hair.

"Can I make a suggestion?" Said in such a way I couldn't ...

... refuse.

I nodded, hypnotized.

"Why don't we just suspend the status quo? For today, at least. Let's ignore normal morals. Just go with it. Get it out of our systems? Then, after, we can move forward together. Forget all about it. And we never have to mention it again."

I half nodded.

"Come with me."

Instead of letting me answer, she took my hand. I found myself levitating from my chair and following her through the door towards the bedrooms. My mind was blank, but my body was singing.

She led me into the bedroom and maneuvered me till my back was to the bed. Then, she quickly undid my tie, my shirt, my belt, my trousers and boxers. Each item was removed and cast aside without a moment's thought. I found myself standing before my mother's appreciative gaze as naked as the day I was born. Then, she let the robe fall from her own shoulders and I got my first fully consensual view of my mother's naked body. It was beautiful. She was beautiful.

I didn't have any time to take it in though. She pushed me hard, catching the backs of knees on the bed, and sending me onto the mattress on the flat of my back. She was instantly on me like a cat pouncing on its prey. Before I knew what was happening, she had lined her sodden pussy up with my cock and pushed forwards. Before I knew what she was doing, she sank along the length of it with a sigh and a smile.

I felt the intense sensation of heat and wet and sliding friction on my penis. It was incredible. I have never felt any ...