Mother & son deal with their incest desires - Sex Stories

Mother & son deal with their incest desires

... dug for myself. I finally talked to Beth. After about twenty 'you what?' she settled down enough to help me struggle toward an acceptance of my situation. It was enough just to hear a bit of assurance that I wasn't terrible and that the rest of my life might not have to be a horror. She told me I could have all the feelings but waiting until Danny was older would be the responsible and right thing to do. I settled in my mind that my son would not have me sexually before he was twenty-one. Of course I realized that there is no magic number that makes a person ready for mature decisions but it was reasonable for lots of reasons. I spoke to Danny that night. He tried every way he knew to convince me otherwise, but I stood fast. The things he said were things I had heard when I was a young girl and they would have been funny if I didn't want it as much as he did. "Please mom, let me be in your pussy just once; I promise I won't come." The thought of my son's full manhood spreading my pussy and pushing up into my belly made me wet but after three hours of sweat and tears he came around, and so did I. We agreed to a compromise. We would wait until he was twenty-one and see if we felt the same way. We would see other people but he would live at home until he met someone else. My concession was that we could touch each other but he had to swear not to ever suggest or try to get me past that point – nor let me take him past it. Our 'deal' ended with a sweet long kiss. That first ...

... night, we touched each other into oblivion. My pussy creamed and I lost count of the number of times he made me come. My son's fingers and hands on me and in me had me climbing the walls. His touched me lightly along my neck down to my breasts and said, "You know what the best thing about your skin is? It goes all over your body" Everything that could be done to a clit, he did to mine. He said, "I could touch you there all night mom" and he did. The next morning, for my sanity, I added the 'vitamin' rule to our bargain: Once A Day. After six months, things were working out wonderfully and terribly. Neither of us had gone out with other people at all, each night was sublime in each other's arms, and our craving for more was excruciating. We didn't cross the line but we came so close that a feather could have knocked either one of us over it. I wouldn't let him stay the night in my bed because after a few nights of feeling that big hard cock against my behind, I couldn't get any sleep. That didn't prevent me from going to his bed when my desire to be near him overwhelmed me. Many of my dreams haunted me. The nightmare was that they were so sweet. I was finally skewered on my son's fat cock and he was fucking me until I screamed. I woke up dripping from every pore and every hole. They were so real I awoke angry with Danny for going back on our deal and frustrated that he really hadn't. My poor baby couldn't understand why his mother was so grumpy on so many mornings. I couldn't tell ...