I Wish We Could Live Forever

I WISH WE COULD LIVE FOREVER by Andrew1968

This is a relatively short and simple incestuous story. I hope you enjoy this one. The story is titled: I Wish We Could Live Forever, but I was also toying with the idea of calling it: A Summers Day.

I’m describing my own ideal incestuous fantasy here: to be a horny young male with a beautiful, promiscuous, controlling, divorced mother – to live forever, completely absorbed in each other, enjoying incredible sex – to not have to worry about money, to not have to worry about responsibilities, to not have to worry about working.

There are only two characters in this: a beautiful, promiscuous, controlling, divorced mother named Ava and her distracted and adoring son, named Andrew. Both characters in this story are over 18 years of age.

Andrew is at home for a few weeks, on a break from college. Andrew and Ava have a great day together, in the hot summer sun. Will he actually go back to college or not, once his gorgeous mom gives him what he most wants?

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Ava wriggled her beautiful tanned toes. She noted the glossy red polish on each toenail. She sighed, extended her legs, then stretched her feet and pretended to read her paperback book. Andrew’s heart skipped a beat. He made no attempt to hide his facial expression or avert his eyes. Andrew’s gaze was fixed on his mother’s gorgeous feet.

Ava was lying on the back porch. She was reclining on an outdoor lounge chair. She was dressed in her skimpiest white bikini. Andrew slowly ran his eyes over his mother’s form. Ava lay beneath the hot sun. Her beautiful tanned body glowed with oil. Her long legs shone. Her pelvis shone. Her torso shone. Her arms shone. The early afternoon heat beamed down on Ava’s flashing contours.

Ava seemed to have her head in a book, but she was really playing games with her adoring and distracted son. She occasionally and briefly looked at the words on the page from behind her large dark sunglasses and then she raised her eyes to watch Andrew. He was a good looking young man of 19. He was intense, ardent and all wrapped up in romantic ideals. He was home from college for a few weeks. He was sitting on an outdoor chair. He was only dressed in his wet swimmers. His tanned skin was almost dry, but his chocolate colored hair was still damp. His towel was wrapped around his shoulders.

Ava softly smiled. She liked showing off her body to her adoring kid. She enjoyed seeing Andrew’s reactions when she slowly wriggled her painted toes at him, or drew her legs back, or extended them, or slowly crossed and uncrossed them in front of him.

Ava carefully inhaled, drawing the hot air into her lungs, expanding her chest, flaring her nostrils and slowly thrusting her breasts forward. Andrew’s gaze moved towards his mother’s chest as if he was a puppet and Ava was pulling invisible strings attached to his sense of vision. Andrew’s eyes grew wide. He could clearly see the tips of his mother’s breasts through the thin damp white material of her top.

Then Andrew’s mother slowly moved her tanned legs again, while she focused on her reading. Andrew’s eyes dropped. He touched his upper lip with his tongue. His large cock was thick, hard and heavy in his wet swimmers. He watched, hypnotized by his mother’s exquisite feet and pretty toes. He had to bite his bottom lip. Andrew loved his mom’s feet. He was dying to kiss them. His eyes roved on as his mother uncrossed her legs, drew her knees back and slowly parted her tanned thighs in front of him. Andrew gasped. Ava stopped moving for a moment. She stopped her half hearted effort at reading and looked up at her son through her sunglasses. A soft smile curled at the edges of her mouth as she saw his wide eyes.

Andrew could see a camel toe in his mother’s crotch. He could see the cleft of his mom’s pussy through her skimpy white bikini bottoms. His eyes were fixed there. Neither of them said a word for a moment. Ava turned the page in her book. Andrew stared at his mother’s pussy through the material of her bikini. He could see the shape of Ava’s mons and her labia. He could see the vague dark triangle of her pubic hair beneath the damp fabric. A moment later Ava slowly closed her thighs and stretched her legs out again and showed him her feet again. Andrew shook his head violently as if to clear the exquisite images from his mind. Ava broke into a smile and pretended to read her book again.

“Oh my God,” Andrew whispered, “oh boy.”

Ava closed her paperback.

“Are you okay, darling,” Ava said, slowly sitting up, taking her sunglasses off and breaking into a broad, innocent looking smile, “you look all distracted and hot in the face, Andrew.”

Ava’s son grinned back.

“You could say that. I am a bit distracted today. I think I need to cool off. It’s a hot day – maybe I need another swim.”

“Maybe a cold shower, darling,” Ava suggested, dropping her paperback on the floor beside her and picking up her cigarettes and her lighter.

Andrew was silent for a moment as he watched his mother prepare to smoke.

“Andrew, honey?”

“Oh yeah, I’ve been having a few of those lately, mom.”

Ava grinned. She pulled out a cigarette, clamped her lips down on the end, struck the lighter and incinerated the tip of her smoke. She sucked back hard on the end, closed her eyes, sighed, pulled the cigarette free from her mouth and then exhaled a cloud of grey formless smoke into the air. Andrew stared at his mother as she did it. He loved watching his mom indulge in her unhealthy habits.

“Yeah, I bet you have, honey. Does it make it easier, when you douse yourself in ice cold water, Andrew?”

“Make what easier, mom,” Andrew asked.

“Does it help with the heat, darling?”

Andrew was about to speak, but his mother slowly opened her thighs again. He quickly looked down at her camel toe and then just as quickly looked up into his mother’s dark eyes. She refused to close her legs. Andrew unconsciously licked his lips. His mom softly smiled.

“Andrew?”

“Sorry,” Andrew asked.

“Does it help with the heat,” Ava asked again, before breaking into a grin, bringing the cigarette to her lips and dragging back.

“Sometimes, but not really.”

“Yeah, it gets hard and stays that way – damned heat. I guess there are other ways of dealing with it, particularly if you’re all by yourself,” Ava muttered, repeatedly tapping her cigarette in her ashtray. “I mean there are enough sticky tissues around the place, so I’m sure you’re spending way too much time cooling off that way.”

Andrew smiled and watched a pile of ash at the tip of his mother’s cigarette crumble away and fall into the tray. He dropped his eyes for a second. Ava turned back to him. She laughed at him.

“Don’t worry, darling,” Ava said, before drawing back hard on her cigarette, exhaling smoke as she spoke and fidgeted, “I’m taking my fair share of ice cold showers around here and creating a mess with a heap of sticky tissues as well.”

Andrew gasped and then he smiled. He ran his fingers through his damp hair. Ava gave her son a smoldering look.

“Yeah, I guess so — there are plenty of sticky tissues in my bin. I don’t have a girlfriend. I really think I need one.”

“Well, yes maybe, honey, but she has to be the right one. I think you need someone older, someone who is more mature, someone more experienced. You have to be really, really picky nowadays. You shouldn’t just rush into anything. You should consult with me first.”

Andrew smiled and scratched his head.

“I think so, but you keep…,” Andrew said, before his mother cut him off.

“Chasing off all the potentials? Yes, I do, don’t I, darling,” Ava whispered, “even the clever ones at college.”

Andrew stopped talking for a moment. He watched his mother smoke. He ran his eyes over her body. He ran his gaze over her long damp dark hair. He finally spoke again.

“Yeah, you do, mom, and you’re always calling me and checking up on me.”

“I’m interfering in your love life, aren’t I?”

“Well yeah, mom.”

Ava smiled at her son. She watched him. He smiled back.

“I think it’s a good thing I call you a few times every day, Andrew honey. I have to make sure you’re eating properly and you have enough money and you’re not sick. I need to know how your classes are going. I need to know everything about you. I can’t help myself; it’s just how I am, darling. Your business is my business.”

“I know, mom. I love it when you call me and check up on me,” Andrew said quietly and earnestly.

Ava smiled and stretched her pretty toes.

“That’s good. A mother’s job is to stalk her son,” Ava said, before breaking into soft laughter. “That’s a joke by the way.”

Ava and Andrew smiled at each other.

“And I’m sure you love hearing the sound of my voice, on the telephone, Andrew, when it’s late at night and you’re all by yourself. I’m sure you have run through a few tissues that way.”

Andrew grinned. He bit his bottom lip.

“No comment, mom,” Andrew stated, growing red and hot in the face.

Ava laughed. She smoked.

“You do, don’t you,” Ava said, smoke pouring from her mouth. “I can see you do. It’s written all over your face, darling.”

“No comment, mom.”

“I quite like it as well, honey,” Ava softly said, “talking to you and hearing your voice on the phone is much better than a cold shower or a skinny dip in the pool at night.”

Andrew grinned again. His eyes wandered back down between his mother’s legs. She softly smiled and slowly parted her thighs a touch more. He stared at his mother’s camel toe and she smoked. They were silent for a long moment.

“I’m not really interested in all those other girls anyway.”

“Oh really,” Ava said, “I’m glad to hear it.”

“I do want someone older and more mature – someone closer to your age, mom.”

Ava smiled. She looked pleased. Andrew smiled back. Ava picked up the ashtray and ground the fiery tip of her cigarette butt into the hard ceramic surface. The smoke went out. She put the ashtray back down.

“Damn,” Andrew whispered.

“Hmmm, what was that, honey?”

“I hate it when you put out your smoke,” Andrew softly said.

“You like watching me smoke, don’t you, son,” Ava said.

“Yeah, it’s a bit hypnotizing, mom,” Andrew whispered back.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll have another one real soon, so you can watch.”

Andrew grinned. There was an awkward moment. Andrew looked at the bottle of vanilla flavored body oil, sitting on the ground next to his mother’s cigarettes. Andrew felt an urge to go to his mother, pick up the bottle of oil, squeeze some into his cupped palms and rub the oil into his mom’s tanned skin. Ava could read her son’s mind. She saw he was looking down at the flavored oil. She waited for him to ask her.

Ava stretched her leg out and extended her foot and wriggled her toes at Andrew again. Ava’s son watched his mom play her game. His eyes were fixed on her toes. She drew her leg back after a moment.

“Mom, can I please rub some more oil on your body,” Andrew suddenly blurted out.

Ava grinned and sighed contentedly.

“Absolutely, Andrew,” Ava softly said, closing her thighs and lying back into her outdoor chair. “Go for it.”

Andrew abruptly stood up. He walked the few steps from his lounge chair to the end of the lounge chair his mother was lying on. He carefully sat down on the end. He reached down and picked up the bottle of oil from the floor. He unsnapped the cap, turned the bottle over and squeezed a clear, vanilla smelling pool of oil into his palm. He put the cap back on the bottle and put the bottle back down on the floor.

Andrew rubbed his hands together. His heart was thumping in his chest. He reached down and took his mother’s beautiful left foot in his hands. She sighed. She put her sunglasses back on and closed her eyes as her excited son slowly ran his hands over her toes and over her instep.

“Oh boy,” Andrew whispered.

“You like my feet, don’t you, honey,” Ava whispered back.

“Yes, I love them, mom,” Andrew replied as his fingers and palms slowly swept over her tanned oily skin and her glossy red toenails. “They’re so beautiful.”

“They are, aren’t they,” Ava said, “more than a few men, including your father, have obsessed over them.”

“Sure are,” Andrew said as he gently rubbed and squeezed. “I’ve always wanted to give you a foot massage, mom.”

“You should have asked earlier,” Ava said. “I like getting foot rubs from handsome young men.”

Andrew swept the flat portion of his thumb and his fingertips over his mom’s toes, while he rubbed his mom’s instep and heel with the fingers of his other hand.

Ava watched him. Andrew made her feel special. He was good for her ego. Ava loved having her ego stroked and Ava’s son was an expert at stroking his mother’s ego. Andrew’s touch soothed and excited her.

“Why don’t you show me how much you love me by kissing it,” Ava said. “Adore me, my darling. Kiss my foot, son.”

Andrew gasped and looked up at his mother. Andrew eyes grew wide and he licked his lips.

“Really?”

“Yes, of course, Andrew, I know you want to,” Ava whispered, breaking into a grin. “Go ahead and kiss my feet, honey. Show me how much you adore me. Kiss them.”

Andrew grinned. He looked down at his mom’s glowing foot. He suddenly dropped his head. He pressed his lips against his mother’s large toe. He then softy kissed each other toe. She tasted like vanilla, chlorinated pool water and skin.

“Goddess,” Andrew whispered, while his mom lit up yet another cigarette.

“I am your Goddess, aren’t I,” Ava softly said, after exhaling a cloud of smoke. “You absolutely adore me, don’t you?”

“I do, mom,” Andrew whispered, looking up from Ava’s foot, “you’re my dream-girl.”

Ava smiled. Andrew dropped his head again.

“Good boy, that’s the way,” Ava whispered, exhaling smoke, as Andrew cradled his mother’s left foot in his hands and ran the flat of his tongue along his mother’s instep and then moved on over the ball of her foot and then moved on again, “yes suck on my toes, honey. I like having my toes done by a young guy like you.”

“I love you, Goddess,” Andrew whispered up at his smoking mother, before softly clamping his lips down on all her toes and taking them all inside his mouth at once.

“I love you too, darling son – do my other foot now, Andrew.”

Ava smiled as Andrew released her wet toes and carefully set her left foot down and carefully picked up her right foot. Again he rubbed his oily hands over her and then he went to work on her with his lips, mouth and tongue.

The two of them laughed as Ava clamped Andrew’s nose between her large toe and her nearest neighbor toe. Andrew clutched the base of his mother’s foot in his hands as she playfully crushed his nose between her toes.

“Got ya, son,”

Andrew closed his eyes and laughed. Ava watched him with a smile.

“You like that, don’t you,” Ava said.

Andrew grinned and pulled his nose free and devoured his mom’s foot. Ava laughed at him as she tapped her cigarette. He had all her toes in his mouth again. She forced her foot further inside.

“Suck them, honey,” Ava whispered, “worship me.”

Andrew drenched her foot in saliva. His mouth was full of vanilla and toes.

“Okay, that’s more than enough for you, young man,” Ava stated, gently pulling her foot free.

“Spoilsport,” Andrew whispered up at his mom, clearly drunk on feet. “I could do that forever.”

“I know you could, Andrew, but I have much better places for you to eat, honey,” Ava added with a grin.

Andrew gasped and grinned back. He collected more oil from the bottle. He ran his wet oily palms along his mother’s calves as he kissed the glowing point of her knees and then placed soft wet pecks on her shins. His hands glided easily over her shiny tanned skin. His fingers and his palms slid.

“That’s nice, honey,” Ava whispered in a deep voice, before sighing.

Andrew moved upwards. He was caressing Ava’s thighs. His massage was non-stop. Then Andrew was slipping over and around his mother’s hips and then back down her thighs again.

“Open your legs, mom,” Andrew whispered, “so I can get in there.”

“For sure, baby,” Ava said, drawing her knees back and parting her thighs, “how’s that? Do you like that?”

“Yes, yes, mom,” Andrew whispered, his heart thumping and his breath short and ragged.

“Touch me, son.”

Andrew gasped. His dick was so hard. He gently ran the palm of his hands back and forth, along and over, his mother’s inner thigh area. His fingers crossed the soft skin on the very outskirts of her bikini bottoms. Ava’s smiled and closed her eyes and smoked as she felt her son’s fingertips brush the edges of her damp swimwear. He was so close to her pussy.

“So beautiful,” Andrew whispered.

“I am, aren’t I,” Eva softly said.

Andrew bit his bottom lip. He was so tempted to press his fingertips into his mom’s bikini bottoms. He was more than willing to shove his hand inside Ava’s swimwear and rub her pussy. Ava wondered if he would do it. She opened her eyes, smoked and watched the intense concentration on her son’s handsome face. Her eyes dropped to gaze at the long thick hard shape in his swimmers — she could clearly see the shape of Andrew’s cock.

“Nice,” Ava whispered.

Andrew looked up at his mother. He could see Ava looking at his dick. He grinned. His heart thumped. He looked back down between his mom’s legs. Andrew’s eyes were fixed on the cleft of his mother’s pussy, beneath the damp white material.

“Oh man,” Andrew whispered.

Ava softly laughed. Andrew moved on, leaving his mom’s dripping pussy alone, at least for now. He slowly ran his fingers and palms up and down and around her shiny ribcage while his mother closed her eyes and sighed. She dropped the smoking cigarette. It hit the floor.

“That real nice, honey,” Ava whispered as her son caressed her tight belly and stroked her sides.

“Mom, can I take your top off,” Andrew asked with a grin. “I can’t get everywhere.”

“Do you really need an answer, son?”

Andrew smiled. He looked down at his mother’s breasts. He nibbled on his bottom lip. Andrew didn’t ask for permission again. He leant forward. He reached under his mom and with his oily fingers deftly undid the bow holding his mother’s bikini top together. Ava watched him through half closed eyes, from behind her sunglasses. His lips were just inches from hers. The top came off. He gently pulled it off her as if he were tentatively and carefully unwrapping a Christmas present. Her breasts were exposed. Andrew dropped the top onto the floor. Ava softly laughed at the wide eyed expression of joy and wonder on his face.

“You’re such a little boy at times, Andrew” Ava softly said, “even though you are nearly 20. You’re very adorable. I’m your welcome home from college gift.”

“Oh mom,” Andrew whispered, as he stared at his mother’s breasts, “oh, my Goddess.”

“You like them, honey,” Ava asked him. “They’re real nice, aren’t they?”

“I love them, mom,” Andrew whispered as he picked up the bottle of oil, uncapped the bottle and squeezed more oil into his palm.

He fumbled the bottle of oil as he tried to put it down. It hit the floor and oil exploded out of the tip. Ava laughed. Andrew gasped and grabbed. He picked the bottle up and set the bottle down on its base. He recapped it. He turned back to his mom. He reached out with glowing hands and placed his dripping palms on Ava’s boobs.

“Oh my God, mom,” Andrew hissed, his gaze fixed on Ava’s chest.

“Good boy, Andrew,” Ava softly said, as he gently squeezed her tits and rubbed the vanilla flavored oil into her nipples and areola.

“Oh God, mother.”

“That’s nice, son.”

Andrew abruptly stretched out over Ava. He dropped his head and took the tip of his mom’s shiny breast between his oily lips and sucked her while his hand continued to crush her surrounding boob. Ava sighed and cradled the back of her son’s head in her hands as if he was a child.

“That’s real good, kid. No need to ask permission. Just take what you want, darling boy.”

Andrew reached down with his free hand. His fingers ran down his mother’s side. He moved his head. He took Ava’s other nipple in his mouth and crushed her surrounding breast with his hand. His free hand meanwhile slipped over Ava’s belly. Andrew was right there at the edge of her bikini bottoms. Again, he did not ask for permission from his mother and he did not stop.

“Ohhhh honey,” Ava whispered, kissing her son’s scalp and then stretching her entire body and curling her oily toes, as her son pushed his fingers inside her bikini bottoms, and then through her damp dark pubic hair and then into her wet, hot snatch, “ohhhh that’s it, darling!”

“Oh my God, mom,” Andrew whispered, breaking free of his mother’s breast, ready to move over her.

“No, Andrew,” Ava said to him, “I want you to go down on me first. Show me how much you adore your Goddess.”

Andrew gasped. He broke into a wide grin and his eyes lit up. He pulled his hand out of his mother’s bikini bottoms and licked the tips of his fingers. His head spun from the taste of pussy and vanilla flavored oil.

“Bet you can’t wait, hey son,” Ava teased him with a smile.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” Andrew said.

Andrew positioned himself. He dropped down between his mother’s long legs. She closed her thighs and drew her legs back and with a smile watched as her son reached out, took the edges of her bikini bottoms in his fingertips and began to pull them off. Ava lifted her hips. Andrew jerked the swimwear up his mother’s thighs and then down her calves and off over her feet.

Mom and son laughed. Then Andrew reached out and placed his hands on Ava’s knees in an attempt to get his mom to open her legs for him. Ava didn’t need any encouraging — she instantly parted her thighs for her son.

“Oh my God, mom,” Andrew hissed.

“Like what you see, baby?”

“Yeah,” Andrew exhaled out.

Andrew stretched out on his belly. He positioned himself. He ran his eyes and then his fingers over his mom’s cunt. Ava was beautiful there, just as she was everywhere. Andrew saw a gentle trickle of fluid run from her pussy. He watched it glisten and travel through her parted brown lips. Ava burst into laughter as her son lunged at that trickle of fluid. Ava felt her son’s soft lips come into contact with her inner folds and then she felt his hot flat tongue begin to swiftly drag up and down her sensitive crease.

Ava sighed and closed her eyes. She reached out and placed the palm of her hand on the back of Andrew’s head as he slowly devoured her pussy on the back porch.

Andrew loved his mom’s taste. Her dark pubic hair and her scent filled his nose. His lips gently mashed at her lips. His soft tongue curled, swished and darted about.

“Just there, darling,” Ava whispered, directing her son’s mouth onto her clitoris. “Softly, honey.”

Andrew ate his mother with gentle care. He slowly ran his fingers along her lips, prying her curls apart as his mouth crushed her hooded clit and his pointed tongue flashed around and around and over her exposed bud.

“That’s a good boy,” Ava softly said, running her fingers through her son’s hair. “That feels real nice, Andrew. Now push your fingers inside.”

Andrew gasped. He moved off his mother’s clit. He licked and sucked two of his fingers. He reached in and placed his fingers on his mom’s snatch. He gently rubbed her opening, getting his fingertips even more wet.

“Push them inside me, son,” Ava urged, “push them in deep, get me ready for your cock.”

Andrew grinned. He pushed firmly and his mother’s beautiful body relented and gave way before the pressure he was exerting. Ava sighed and closed her eyes as Andrew’s fingers softly sank inside. Andrew watched his mom for a moment.

“I can’t believe I’m fingering you, mom,” Andrew whispered.

Ava broke into a smile and then she released a long groan. Andrew went back to eating Ava’s pussy, especially her clitoris.

“Believe it, baby, believe it,” Ava said, rolling her hips, accepting more of his fingers inside her pussy.

“God, I want to fuck you, Mom,” Andrew said urgently.

“That’s an idea, darling,” Ava hissed, reaching down and pulling her son from between her open legs.

“Oh shit, mom!”

Ava took hold of her son’s swimmers in her fingertips.

“I’m going to strip you, baby,” Ava hissed.

“Oh God, I love you, mom!”

“Oh God yes, baby!”

Ava managed to pull her son’s swimmers down with her fingertips. Andrew’s large hard cock was suddenly exposed. His dick sprang into view. Ava grinned. Andrew helped out. He took his own swimmers off. The two of them were now both naked. Their swimwear ended up on the patio floor.

“Come here, baby, come here,” Ava urged her son.

Andrew mounted his mother. Ava quickly reached under him, pushing her hand beneath his body and taking his hard dripping cock in her fingers. He moved into position. The outdoor lounge chair squeaked and whined in complaint as the two human beings prepared to fuck each other, in broad daylight, out on the back porch.

“Oh, honey,” Ava hissed at her son, her lips pressed in tight, filling his ear with her hot air, “I love you, Andrew.”

“I love you too, mom!”

Ava had the point of his hard cock at the spot between her pussy lips. Ava wrapped her legs around his thighs. She held his sides in her hands.

“Oh my God, mom,” Andrew urged, Ava forcing him inside her with her legs, while he pushed forward with his hips. “Ohhhh God, mom! Ohhhh God, mother!”

“Fill me with it, honey,” Ava gasped and whined out.

Andrew could feel his sensitive tingling knob break through, between his mother’s lips, and then invade his mother’s hot wet body. Mom and son burst into a long loud groan as inch after inch of cock penetrated Ava’s beautiful tanned form.

“I think I’m going to,” Andrew hissed, his cock buzzing with sensation.

“Easy baby, surely you can get it inside me without losing the plot.”

Andrew reached rock bottom. He could feel the head of his cock softly pushing through hot wet flesh and then pressing deep inside his mom and then not moving any further. He could feel her pussy lips snugly clutching the base of his shaft. He could feel his balls against her body.

“Oh my God, mom,” Andrew enthused, while his mom laughed at him, grinned and stretched her body beneath him.

“You like it, Andrew darling,” Ava whispered in his ear, while he pressed and ground away at the base of her body with his hard dick.

“I love it, mom,” Andrew whispered. “It feels so good.”

“No contraception either, darling,” Ava whispered, before laughing again, as her son whined and gasped at her.

Andrew studied his mom’s hot facial features. He was over her. His arms were beneath her. He was up on his elbows and he was looking down at his mother. Ava’s eyes were closed tight, her nostrils were flared and her red lips were parted. Andrew could feel her hot burst of breath on his face.

“Awwww, Andrew baby,” Ava moaned out, before Andrew dropped his head and sealed her mouth with his own.

Ava instantly reacted. She gasped. She reached up and ran her fingers through her son’s damp brown hair, while her other hand roved up and down her boy’s spine. She pushed the point of her tongue inside Andrew’s mouth while their lips smacked and squeaked. They kissed deeply as their bodies moved fluidly, their hips rolling and smacking together on the whining lounge chair.

They really were at it just a moment later. There was no more waiting, pausing or self control for Andrew. Eva’s son was just too excited. Eva lay immobile, on her back, on the outdoor lounge chair, beneath her moving, lust driven son. Andrew drew his hips back and drove them forward again and again. Ava adjusted her lower body, so he could penetrate her, as deeply as he could, with each lightning swift stroke. Their bodies collided together with a crash. Fluid flew from their sexual contact.

Ava and her boy were kissing passionately and then they broke. Andrew gasped and groaned. He ran his lips along Ava’s jaw-line then down her sweaty neck and then up and into her ear. Ava brushed her nose and lips against his cheek and his neckline. She scrunched his hair with her impatient fingers. She ate his ear and forced her tongue inside.

“Oh my God, mom,” Andrew whispered fiercely. “I love you so much!”

“God, you’re so worked up, baby” Ava whispered in his ear. “You won’t last much longer.”

“I love fucking you, mom,” Andrew said.

“I know you do and I love it too, son,” Ava returned, before they saw each other’s lips, kissed and broke again. “You’re a good fuck, honey.”

“You’re my woman, mother,” Andrew hissed.

“Yeah, son,” Ava said, “and you’re my man.”

Andrew was too stirred up. His mother could see he wasn’t going to last much longer. He had only been inside her hot body for a matter of minutes and he was reaching the end of his endurance. Ava expected no more or no less from him, considering it was his first time with her. Andrew was clearly working through a lot of sexual tension, which Ava was largely responsible for. Ava’s relationship with her son was filled with so many sexual undertones. It had been that way ever since he turned 18 and she began to look at him with new interest.

“Awwww mommm,” Andrew muttered, as he fucked Ava.

“C’mon, son,” Ava urged him.

The pleasure built and built. He could feel his sensitive knob tingle madly and relentlessly. He could feel his mom’s clinging pussy lips touching his nerves. He could feel her molten, hot formless void gently clutch him and work on him. A few more strokes and he knew he was at the point of no return.

He burst into noise.

“AAAAWWWW MMMM…,”

His mother grabbed him and made him bury his lips in her sweaty neck so he did not alert the neighbors to their hot game with his loud cries of pleasure.

The hot afternoon sun beamed down and burnt Andrew’s powerful, straining back and buttocks. The warm air brushed Andrew’s tingling, perspiring skin. The outdoor lounge chair whined and groaned as Andrew hammered his mother’s beautiful body into and through the point of a fiery male orgasm.

“Oh wow, Andrew,” Ava whispered in his ear, “that’s a good boy. You’re a real good boy.”

Andrew fired hot semen inside his mother. He buried his cock nice and deep inside his mom’s body and blasted cum. The feeling of radiating and exploding pleasure amazed him. He hadn’t cum with so much power and intensity before, but then he had never been so sexually attracted to another person like this before and made to wait so long to have what he wanted so badly.

His sweaty body flinched and pounded without conscious self-control. He thrust. He crashed repeatedly into Ava’s body. He gasped and moaned in the nape of her neck. His mother locked him up in her shiny limbs. His thundering lower body was bound in place by her rocking legs. His trembling upper body was held in her slim tanned arms.

“Have I got it all,” Ava whispered as he stopped pummeling and bashing against her and he began to gently tremor and then lie in her tight grip without moving, “because I want it all, Andrew.”

“Yes, mother,” Andrew whispered, struggling to speak as he went through the effort to take in as much air as he could. “You have it all, I think.”

“Hmmm maybe,” Ava said, “we’ll try again later, just to be sure.”

Andrew looked down into her beautiful dark eyes. His breath fired from his lungs and collided with her perspiring wet features. Her hair was glued to her. He leant down and ran the flat of his tongue over her sweaty cheek. Ava softly laughed and closed her eyes. She felt Andrew’s tongue sweep across her eyelids and forehead. She grinned.

“Can’t get enough of me, can you,” Ava whispered at him, as he softly lashed her face and neck with his tongue.

“I love you, mom.”

“I love you as well, Andrew.”

“I want to do so many dirty things with you, mom,” Andrew whispered down at her, after withdrawing his tongue.

“I know you do, baby,” Ava softly said. “We’re going to do everything you want and more — I promise.”

The two of them kissed deeply and passionately on the outdoor lounge chair, on the back porch and then they broke.

“C’mon Andrew,” Ava said. “Let’s go and jump in the pool and cool off.”

“Sure, Mom,” Andrew said, slowly climbing off her.

Ava stood up. She took his hand in hers. She leant in and kissed his open mouth for a moment. The two of them then broke their kiss and turned. They raced down the porch steps, then across the back yard and then leapt into the swimming pool together, hand in hand, with a whoop and a loud splash.

***

It was later in the afternoon. The two of them had cooled off in the swimming pool together. Then they had emerged from the water, dried off, gone inside the house and showered together. Then they had eaten and fallen asleep in each other’s arms. Andrew had woken first. He opened his eyes. His cock was hard. His beautiful naked mom was lying in his arms. Her hot breath was caressing his facial features. Andrew wanted to have Ava again as he slowly ran his hand over her and brushed her gorgeous form with his eyes.

Ava had woken with a smile. She could tell her son was horny again. She kissed his lips and pushed her tongue inside his mouth, while she touched and tickled his dick with her fingers.

“Wanna go again, kid,” Ava had whispered after breaking the kiss, then reaching out and stroking the side of his handsome face. “Ready for round two?”

“Hell yes, mom,” Andrew had replied.

Ava had smiled. She had extricated herself from his hot grasp. She left the bedroom without a word, while he watched her.

It was later in the afternoon. It was still hot. Andrew was lying naked on Ava’s bed with an erection. His skin felt warm. He was perspiring. Andrew watched his beautiful mother walk back into her bedroom with a bottle of chocolate sauce in her hand. Ava was only wearing a short sheer robe. Andrew could see the shape of Ava’s body through the filmy translucent material as she approached him. The hot sunlight flooded Ava’s bedroom. The light ran straight through the robe Ava was wearing. Her curves were glowing and her dark hair looked fiery. Then the robe fell open. Her tanned belly and her dark pubic hair were revealed. Andrew could hear her high heels tapping on the floor.

“Well, I’m ready for dessert,” Ava said, shaking the bottle of chocolate sauce at her son, before tossing it to him.

Andrew grinned and caught the bottle. Ava took her robe off. She dropped it as she watched her son with a smile. Ava climbed onto the end of the bed. She was still wearing her heels.

“Here, give me that chocolate sauce, son,” Ava whispered.

“What are you going to do with it, mom?”

“I’m going to lick it off your dick, kid,” Ava whispered. “What else would I do with it?”

“Sounds good to me.”

Andrew handed the bottle to his mother. She unsnapped the lid. She took the base of Andrew’s hard cock in her hand. She brought the bottle in. She upended the bottle and squeezed it. A thin dark stream of chocolate sauce dropped and hit the tip of Andrew’s dick. The sauce instantly began to run down the underside of Andrew’s shaft. Ava snapped the bottle lid closed. She dropped the bottle. She lowered her dark head.

“Oh my God, mom,” Andrew whispered, as he felt her hot breath on his cock and then felt her tongue softly slide up his shaft and then whip over and around his knob.

“Hmmm yum,” Ava said, “did that feel good, Andrew?”

“God yes,” Andrew whispered.

Ava laughed. Andrew felt her lash his cock again as she licked at the sauce. He could feel his mother gently running the point of her tongue, back and forth, across the entrance to his urethra. Then he felt her lips on his knob. He felt her hot kisses on his head. He then felt her drop her head, move her hand and run the flat of her tongue over and over his balls.

“Oh Jesus Christ, mom,” Andrew hissed, his body growing taut and his legs softly trembling.

“Ticklish, are you,” Ava whispered. “You’re not scared of me, are you?”

“No, it’s just really intense.”

Ava laughed. She dropped her head and ran her tongue around and around and over her son’s nuts, while he inhaled and exhaled and closed his eyes. Ava cleaned all the chocolate sauce off him.

“I think we need some more,” Ava said, picking up the bottle of chocolate sauce and squeezing more on her son’s hard cock.

Ava handed the bottle to Andrew. He took it. She then dropped her head and with a soft happy murmur slowly and deliberately dragged her tongue all over her son’s knob and shaft, while he watched her through half closed eyes and sighed with pleasure.

“Oh, suck it, mom,” Andrew whispered.

“Soon, baby.”

Ava pressed her index finger on Andrew’s tip. She ran the point of her finger over him. She removed her finger. A thin stream of pre-cum followed. It broke. Ava pressed her finger between her lips and sucked her son’s fluid from her fingertip with a wet smack. Andrew watched wide eyed as his mom did it.

“Goddamn it, mom.”

“Nice,” Ava whispered with a smile, “Now give me that bottle, Andrew.”

Ava took it from her son. She poured the chocolate sauce on his dick. The dark brown liquid ran everywhere. It was all over the hand she was using to clutch his cock base. It drenched his pubic hair and his balls. Ava capped the bottle and dropped it on the bed.

“That should be enough, honey,” Ava whispered, “now watch me act like a slut.”

“My mommy, my slut.”

“Yep, that’s the idea, baby.”

Ava dropped her head. She slipped her open mouth over her son’s knob. Her lips ran over Andrew’s brown chocolate coated head and then closed around him. Andrew gasped. He felt his mother take his cock into her mouth. He felt her mouth engulf his knob, and then grow firm and snug around his shaft, as her head dropped and his shaft vanished inside.

“Oh mom,” Andrew whispered, closing his eyes, reaching out and placing his hand on her shoulder. “I love you, mom.”

Ava’s head rose and fell softly and smoothly. Andrew could feel his mom working him. He could feel the hot wet pressure as she drew back her head, sucking firmly, her thumb and palm running and crushing over the underside of his base. Then he felt his tingling cock penetrate her fiery mouth again as she plummeted, taking in his inches once more. He took his hand off her shoulder and placed it on the back of her head.

“Oh my God,” Andrew hissed, opening his eyes again and looking down between his legs. He hadn’t received too many blowjobs before.

Ava let him slip free. She stroked his cock with her chocolate covered hand. Her slick palm squelched up and down. He softly groaned. She smiled at him.

“Do you like it when mommy does that to you, baby,” Ava asked, her brown eyes sparkling in the afternoon heat. “Do you like it when I use my hand on you?”

“Oh my God, I love it when you use your hand on me,” Andrew said, as his mom gently ran her fingers and her thumb over the end of her son’s weeping cock.

“Or, do you like me using my lips, tongue and mouth on you instead? What do you like more,” Ava asked, stroking her son’s length with perfect slippery hand strokes.

“Oh my God, mom!”

Ava laughed at her son, while his eyes rolled around in his head and he groaned.

“I guess that means my hand,” Ava said. “Hey, do you wanna fuck now, son?”

“Yeah mom,” Andrew said, “God yes!”

“Uh huh,” Ava softly said, letting go of Andrew’s dick.

Ava suddenly got off the bed. Andrew watched his mother. She picked up her sexy robe and put it back on.

“Hey, where are you going? Aren’t we going to do it in here?”

“No, I don’t want to do it in here, baby,” Ava whispered with a grin. “Maybe out there somewhere.”

“Maybe?”

“Uh huh, you heard me,” Ava whispered.

Andrew watched his mom walk out of the bedroom. He heard her high heels tapping on the floor outside. Andrew went after Ava. He climbed off her bed. His cock was so bloated. It tingled madly from his mother’s touch.