Mother & son deal with their incest desires - Sex Stories

Mother & son deal with their incest desires

... and sucked you until you came.' Needless to say, neither of us could forget what happened. The more we didn't talk about it, the larger it loomed whenever we were together. Finally one night, in the middle of a sentence, Danny began kissing me passionately. I wanted nothing more than for him to take me, have me, be in me; but I reluctantly pushed him off and said, "Sweetheart…love…we can't…it's incest. Oh my Danny…I put these crazy in your head with my selfish…" He stopped me. "Mom do you think I never thought about you? Don't you know I was always turned on by you?" I was surprised. "But I was horrible to look at and…" "Mom, you were never horrible. You were always beautiful to me. Let me show you something." He went to his room and returned a moment later with some photographs in his hand. They were old ones that my husband had taken when we were first married. I looked at myself in 'pin-up' poses wearing a bikini. "Where did you get those…that was so long ago I don't even remember taking them?" "I found them in a stack of pictures five years ago mom. Mom, you've been turning me on for a long time. I look at these pictures all the time…I still…believe me you didn't start me thinking about having sex with you…mom I…" He came closer to kiss me, to touch me, to love me. I felt like saying "Yes Danny, put your cock in my mouth again, put your cock wherever you want to fuck me…" Instead, I stopped him by saying "Oh God, Danny please don't…please don't make it that much harder. ...

... We can't…we just can't…I can't do it to you." "Mom" he said, "You're not doing anything to me…It's what I want…isn't it what you want mom? I hesitated for a second and he reached for me saying…'Let me love you mom…just let me…" "Please baby no…I can't even talk about it any more…we're not going to become…honey please understand…please don't break my heart. Right now I want you so much I don't know if I could stop you." I started to cry. "Oh Danny it hurts me…please don't hate me." He relented, "Okay mom, I won't force you…how could I stop loving you mom…but can I at least hold you?" I went to his arms and my breasts pushed into his chest. I felt his cock against me. It was torture until he let me go. That night, I touched myself until I was exhausted; I couldn't satisfy myself. I was only feeding my hunger. I became lovesick. It sounds romantic; it wasn't. There was nothing poetic about it. I actually became physically ill because of the stress and the unrelenting desire to have my son. I ended up in bed for ten days with a weakened immune system. The doctor said something about 'fatigue syndrome' but I knew better. Danny was so good to me during that time I get teary thinking about it. He took care of me, he looked after me, and he was always there. We spent so many hours talking about everything. I never felt as loved in my life as I did when he sat on my bed and cradled me in his arms with soft kisses on my forehead. With his help I climbed out of the pit of despair I had ...