He looked into his mother’s upturned face, looking for a reaction and expecting the worse. Her eyes looked slightly glazed and had a far-away look in them, like she was somewhere else. Her lips were slightly open in a little pout, her breathing was more ragged. Chris tried to pull back again, but she held him fast. He did not know what to do?
Clarissa knew she was pushing on Chris’ particular ‘button’. She knew he had a thing for stockings, she knew he probably used those magazines for masturbating to. She could not help herself from teasing him. She felt his strong hot body through the silk of her robe, her erect nipples, tender after her recent activities, were transmitting their pleasure every milli-second to her brain, turning her on more than she had been in what felt like years. She couldn’t stop. She knew what she was trying to induce in him, and with a gasp, she suddenly felt the success of her endeavours growing between them, growing, stiffening, throbbing. Her insides churned and instantly she was on the brink of another orgasm, her second as she embraced her son, only this one wasn’t going to be surreptitious. She knew she would not be able to control it, she knew she had reached the point of no return.
Chris’ head was in turmoil. He wanted to see his mother again naked, he could not deny that. He wanted to touch her gorgeous breasts, to suck upon those nipples, that had been teasing him since the morning. He realised that he wanted to make his mother scream out his name in orgasm, just as he had heard her doing earlier. And he realised he wanted more, he wanted to take her, he wanted to taste her and to bury his cock inside her and he wanted to fill her with his seed. Surely, she was asking for this too. Or was she just trying to sooth an awkward situation? He couldn’t move, in fear that he would make the wrong decision and make things irretrievably fragmented between them. But his cock had no such scruples and thinking about her breasts and about penetrating his mother, made the thing swell all the more and pulse all the harder. Inducing a louder groan from his mother.
“Now Chris,” she panted, moving one of her hands to the buttons on his t-shirt to fiddle with them, as she looked at him coyly. “Did you hear me actually masturbating? Did you hear me having an……..”
“Yes…..” He said, his voice deep and unsteady.
“Oh…..did you hear me call out….”
“My name? Yes, I did. That is why I crept down the stairs and made you think I was just coming in. I wanted to get away from the noises and remove any embarrassment you might have had, were you to know that I was listening.”
“And were you? Were you listening? Tell me Chris, is the wet patch on your shorts, there because of what you heard me doing? Is it there because you heard me shouting your name as I came, wishing that it was…….it was you doing me? Is it your wet come that I can feel on my stomach, have you come for me Chris?” She was urgent and desperate in her questioning. “And are you hard now because you want to replace the latex cock you found me using with yours, and make me scream all the more?”
She bit her lip and took a step back. Her robe had slipped open during her clutching and thrusting, so she simply shrugged her shoulders and it fell to the floor, leaving her standing naked, apart from the suspender belt and stockings. “I’ve seen you looking at my breasts a lot Chris, I know you want to touch them. Well, I want you to touch them too. I want to feel your hands on my body, and I want to feel you, in my hands. I’m sure that shocks you, but judging by him,” she pointed to Chris’ now rampant erection, “you are not overly averse to that happening? I have a desperate urge, Chris. An urge to see him, to touch him, taste him and have him inside me filling me up. I have felt incomplete for a very long time and I realise now why, I need a flesh and blood cock inside me. I need your cock inside me Chris.”
“Mother I……I can’t….it would be…”
“Don’t say wrong Chris. How can a mother loving her son be wrong?”
“There’s a world of difference mother, between loving your son and making love to your son!”
Clarissa pushed on. “Do you not like what you see? Do you deny that you have wanted to see me naked for a while, do you deny that you have often tried to look up my skirt? Or to touch me, where you perhaps feel you shouldn’t?”
“I can’t deny any of it mother. For it is all true. And what is more I broke the boundaries in other ways?”
“In what ways Chris, tell me? I need to know, I want to know.”
“When I went to you this afternoon and moved you, I took a very long time about it. I…….had a very…..good look.”
Clarissa smiled, pleased that he had found pleasure in her body. “And is that all?”
“No, I……I cupped one of your breasts and played with the nipple. I was hard as I did it. It turned me on…I….I have wan………”
“You’ve wanked before thinking about me? You enjoyed playing with my breast and nipple? Was it more enjoyable because I was unconscious, or would you have preferred me to have been awake and responding too?”
“Mother, these questions, what is it you want me to say? Yes, I have thought about you when wanking, you are a very attractive woman. Yes, I do have a thing for stockings, I do like to look up your skirt, and yes, I have noticed your breasts, hardly surprising when your nipples seem to be permanently erect, shouting out to people to take a look or have a feel? Strange that women are allowed to walk around with erect nipples, and no-one comments that she is sexually aroused, but if a man were to walk around showing his erection, he would get arrested? And yes, when I have wanked, I visualise you in stockings, and you know what, I have done it many times too. There, are you happy now?”
“Darling, darling, this was not an exercise in humiliating you.” She took a step forwards and placed her fingers about the waist-band of his shorts, “this is about explaining to you how I feel and trying to see if you feel the same?” She popped the button and quickly undid the zip before he could protest. “It is about me being honest with you, and about realisation.” She slipped the tips of her fingers into his boxers and lifted them away from his body, pushing them down his powerful thighs, to his knees, where she let them fall to the floor. For the first time in many, many years, she looked upon Chris’ cock in a state of erection that even made her proud, but also met, and then far exceeded her expectations. Clarissa could not control the reactions within herself.
She stood back, or more accurately, staggered back. Her mouth formed a silent ‘O’, she found herself gripping hold of one of the kitchen chairs, for much needed support. Her breath was coming in violent gasps. “Ohhhhh Chris, oh my God……..ohhhhummmmm, shit!” She bit upon her lower lip, and found herself rasping her stocking covered thighs together as she applied pressure to her already enlarged and very, very sensitive clitoris. “Shit, shit, he is gorgeous, and so big! He looks……so powerful…..I…..I’m…ohhhh God Chris, I can’t stop myself from…..Just looking at him is making me…..come….oh, oh, OH, OHCHRIS, SHIT, SHIT, SHIT! He’s pulsing so much! OHHHH no, no…I’m having…..an…other!”
Clarissa’s eyes, were fixed upon her son’s huge pulsing phallus. It would seem that he was blessed with an impressively larger than average penis. When flaccid, it was large enough, when erect however, it seemed to be a ridiculously large and angry looking piece of pleasure giving, rude health. As she continued to stare at the mis-behaving member, she could not help but continue to have further, smaller multiple orgasms. Chris, despite himself, found that his mother’s reaction to his erect cock, was one of lustful, pent-up wanting. It made his cock pulse wildly, bouncing up and down with each strong beat. Pre-come, began to leak from the tip and dribbled to the floor.
Clarissa was beside herself, “Are you…….are you….,” she panted out her hopeful expectation. “Are you going to come for me now?” She sank to her knees before him in total supplication. She could stand no more anyway, her legs having turned to mush, the muscles seeming to have atrophied. “My GOD Chris, he…..he seems…. He seems bigger from this angle! Can I touch him? Can I play with him, do you want to feel my hands about your manhood, stroking you?”
As Chris watched his mother’s obvious orgasms, orgasms induced just by her seeing his erection, his brain was in complete turmoil. He was spellbound by the beauty that was his mother, as she, now knelt before him. He was transfixed by the erotic nature of her, in awe of witnessing a gorgeous woman in free abandon, giving in completely to her body’s needs. But, he was also aware that what was happening was wrong. He could not have stopped his mother, even if he wanted, and he was not sure he did want to stop? His cock had certainly made up its mind, and in truth was making matters worse, for it was because of it that his mother was having her orgasms, as she stared intently upon his pulsing phallus. He had to confess to himself, that it was also such a turn on, that a woman found him so attractive, so sexy, that it made her come, without a single touch from him, to her body. Certainly in his short sexual life, something he had not seen before. The experience was over-whelming. He could feel that his mother’s orgasms, where not just getting to her, they were very much getting to him. As she cried out his name, at the zenith of each one, he quickly realised that his body wanted to follow suit.
Clarissa reached forwards, still sitting on her knees, one hand searching towards the wayward cock, her other rubbed her thigh, thrilling at the touch, not that she needed any further outside stimuli. Chris’ cock bobbed furiously before her, almost as if it were trying to evade capture, then as she leaned a little further forward, the cobra-like head of the beast, which had held her gaze captive, from the point she had pulled her son’s shorts and pants down; began to spit. To spit with a fury, a vigour and an energy that she had not seen in many a year and had definitely not witnessed from her son. His ejaculate had already smashed twice into her chest, dead centre, before she had time to squeal her delight. The volcanic sperm ricocheted out, hitting her under the chin and flooding about her heaving breasts. She giggled in delight and in growing sexual pleasure as she watched, almost in slow motion, a third shot leave the end of Chris’ cock to splash against her navel and leave a trail of white hot semen across her thighs, in stark contrast to her black stockings. “Oh Chris, ohhhh Chris, is….this for me….is this because of me……it must….it must be?”
Rivulets of her son’s come, dribbled about her breasts, falling to the outside of them, and down between them. The shot taken to her stomach, had already soaked into her suspender belt, but was quickly met with the large volume running in glutinous rivulets from her breasts. A large viscous thread of sperm hung from one of her painfully erect nipples, not knowing whether to stay or go. She cried again; her mouth wide open as another delightfully intense orgasm hit her. This one made her scream her pleasure, “OOHHHHHCHRIS, your come is…..so hot, FUCK, oh Chris, oh, oh, OH.” Being smothered in a man’s ejaculation had always turned her on; that it was her son’s was doing more damage to her than she could ever have imagined, she was probably on her tenth or eleventh orgasm that day, all of which had been induced by her son, in one way or another. No man had done that to her before. She screamed out her pleasure again, “Yes, YES oh Chris, I love your come on me, I love your powerful cock, I love the fact…..oh shit, oh shit, yes, yes, YES I’m, coming, I’M COMinG AGAIN, GOD CHRIS, what…..are you doing to me?!”
Chris watched as a very powerful stream of his come left his untended cock as it waved and bounced before his mother, seemingly encouraged by her words. As he tracked his ejaculation, shooting from the end of his penis, he realised that a fervent wish of his was about to be fulfilled. His ejaculated sperm hit his mother, square in the face and into her open mouth, splashing against her teeth and tongue, dribbling down across her lips and chin. She seemed to be covered. And the result of this particular shot seemed to tip her into unending paroxysms of orgasm which took his mother over the edge completely.
As Clarissa felt the volcanic heat of her son’s come splash upon her face and directly into her open mouth, she panted and cried out in pleasure; her sexual contractions becoming stronger and stronger. She fell upon her hands, dribbling his come from her mouth and face, she would have loved to swallow it, to taste him, to feast upon him, but all control had gone from her body. Tremor after tremor of orgasmic delight coursed through her. She jerked and spasmed as the waves hit her. Her brain was in ‘white out’. Nothing but lust could be assimilated at this time, and it was even struggling coping with that. Her tongue flashed about her lips, collecting what sperm she had not wasted, but she would not be able to describe the taste of her son at that moment, as it was an animal lust that was driving her now.
When her hand had slipped between her legs, she knew not, but her fingers, delved in and out of her, squelching in her copious juices as she cried in her pleasure. She felt another powerful stream of his come fall the length of her back and into her long black hair, as she mumbled incoherently at the floor, her body wracked with tremors of lust and delight; quivering like it was devoid of a skeleton. She kept repeating, “Oh my God, Oh, my God, Oh Chris, what have you done, oh, what has happened to me?” She fell silent for a while.
Chris thought she had passed out again, and knelt before her, putting a hand upon her shoulder. Immediately her saw her flesh rise in goose-bumps, and she squealed in delight once more. “Oh boy, you have no idea…… what you are doing…….to me….” She sat up, a tangled mess of hair and come smothered skin and stockings, but Chris had to admit, it was the most erotic image he had ever seen in his life. She put her hand upon his thigh, to steady herself, and whispered “Thank you. Thank you for not being disgusted with me, thank you for allowing me to disrobe you, thank you for spraying your delicious come all over me, and thank you for making me come so many times and giving me so much pleasure. But I have one last thing to ask of you.”
“Yes mother, anything.”
“Will you carry me to bed?”
“Of course.” He seemed to her to be a little disappointed and it raised a knowing smile upon her lips.
“Will you then help me out of my stockings?”
“Of course, anything.”
“Will you then shower with me?” She looked up at him. Her eyes conveyed so many things. Lust, hunger, love, need and uncertainty. “Then I want you to fuck me, Chris.” She put a finger to his lips, to stop him from answering. “You will do as I ask, you cannot deny me now you have covered me in your sperm. You must fuck me, Chris. And you must do it on my terms, you cannot deny me. The only words that you can say now are ‘yes mother’, because…….” She faltered. “Because it is what I want, what I need. I now realise I have needed it for a long time, I have been denying my body’s needs for too long, and you must help me satisfy them.”
He stood, lifting her easily to her feet, then stepping out of his shorts, lifted her into his arms. The sight of her come covered body, doing nothing but turning him on all the more. His cock had not fully deflated and was now rising slowly from half-mast and started to poke her in the bottom.
“My God,” she said, suddenly enthused with fresh vigour. He doesn’t take long to recover, does he? Oh, I am going to adore you using me, fucking your mother. I have never been this turned-on Chris, never! Do you want me as much as I you?”
“I think I do. Even though I feel it is wrong, know that it is wrong, I do admit to wanting to feel your flesh tightly enfolding my penis, as I slip in and out of you.”
“Oh stop!” She was shaking in his arms, “stop. You will have me coming again. Quickly, take me to my shower. And there, you will do as I ask, all that I ask, right?”
“Yes mother.”
As Chris deposited his mother on the floor, outside her shower. He stood back. His cock once again rampant. Fully back at its rudest of health. Clarissa could not tear her eyes from it. “Oh, what a beast he is. He stares so at me and eyes my body. He is going to do me some damage I can tell, and I cannot wait. Quickly, remove my stockings.” Her son did as bid and knelt before her to take the silken hose off each leg. He then walked behind her, unclipped the suspender belt and let it drop to the floor. She trembled at each slight touch of his fingers on her skin. But held herself together, albeit only just.
Chris whilst still behind her, removed his t-shirt and when he walked back around to her front, he too was fully naked. He turned on the shower and waited for his mother to deliver the next instruction. She merely stepped into the hot stream of water and pulled on his arm. “Wash me,” she said to him with urgency. “All of me!”
He started with her long black hair, getting her to turn from him as he rinsed it through the water, and then added the shampoo. As that did its magic, he put shower gel into his hands and, starting from her shoulders rubbed it into her back, removing all traces of his final shot of come. He skirted over her spine and down to her firm rounded buttocks, kneading each for longer than required to get them clean, but there were no protests from his mother. He then knelt in the stream of water and washed her thighs. His mother opened her legs, putting her palms upon the wall to steady herself, as his hands work their way upwards, between them. As he approached, he felt the heat of her body, but skirted her vagina, instead sliding in between her buttocks and up to her anus, where he rubbed gently with his soapy fingers.
Clarissa was in heaven. Her eyes closed as she assumed the position of being frisked by a policeman. She was certainly being searched by the large caressing hands as they washed her. As they worked their way in between her thighs, she couldn’t help moaning. That moaning turned to disappointment, when she felt the fingers skirt the areas that scream for attention the most. But then her bum cheeks were being prized open and she was being washed gently there. A finger ran over her anus a couple of times, making her legs almost collapse, then, without warning, the large finger pushed passed her anal sphincter and into her. “OHHHHH CHRIS, you…..you naughty boy, doing that to mummy. Ohhhh God, I, ohhhhhh I like that, I like that a lot.”
Chris fingered his mum’s arse as he gently kissed one of her firm round bum cheeks. His other hand snaked about her thigh, and immediately slipped into her wet folds. His soapy fingers cleaning her cleft of her wetness, but in so doing, creating even more. He gave her little chance to recover from the finger slipping in and out of her arse, before he slipped two large and long fingers into her vagina. She screamed her delight and lust at him, juddering as her orgasm ripped through her. Chris bit her cheek, then kissed and licked it as he rammed his fingers simultaneously into her. She was gripping the shower rail to prevent herself from collapsing under her body’s enjoyment. Chris stood slowly, kissing his way along his mother’s back as he went, finally biting her on the nape of the neck and sucking hard, producing a love bite. He withdrew the finger in her arse, and rubbed it up and down her soapy crack as she continued to orgasm as a result of his finger fucking attentions.
“Chris, oh Chris, this is….GOD YES, right there, FUCK, oh GOD I want you! I want you so much, I need. Oh my god, I have never had a finger in my arse, it makes me want, but…….oh your fingers are….oh, oh, I’m coming, I’m coming again! Oh my God son, what are you….doing….you are going to kill me…with…ohhhhhhhhhh…pleas…ure!” Suddenly she felt his hand upon her breast and pinching gently on her thumb-nail sized erection. She spun around slowly, allowing him to make adjustments to his fingers that still kept them inside of her. “Kiss, them, suck them, bite them, what ever you want, but they yearn for your attention.” She watched as he put his lips about a nipple and sucked it into his hot mouth, then she felt his teeth bite down upon it and her legs collapsed, making her fall back against the shower wall and pulling Chris with her as he still had her nipple clamped in his teeth.
Clarissa was spouting expletives. Her words made no sense, if she wasn’t currently being abused by her son, people would have thought her mad. With Chris’s fingers slurping in her dribbling vagina and his mouth upon her breast and nipple, as the other ran over her body, she concluded that she had reached heaven. Heaven in all but one thing. The thing she wanted most. The thing that held her attention even now as it bobbed before her, foreskin pulled back, large angry glans, rather than resembling a plum, were more like that of a nectarine.
Suddenly she grabbed his hand and pulled him from the shower, turning it off as she went. “I need you now!” She screamed at him. “You’ve got me so worked up. I want this.” She let go of his arm and grabbed his cock, pulling him along to her bed, both of them dripping water everywhere. She knelt on the bed, her face on the quilt and commanded, “Take me. I don’t care how. Roughly, gently, quick or slow, just take me, get that fabulous cock inside me and abuse me, you must, you must abuse me, let me feel your come explode inside me. I’ve had it over me, now I want to feel you spurting inside of me. Quickly, I’m coming already, quickly!” She turned her face to the mirror, seeing her body in profile, her large breasts touching the quilt, her arse in the air and her son’s erection pointing at her pussy.
She knew that as soon as he slid between her lips she would likely pass out, but God was she going to enjoy…………She watched as Chris placed his hands upon her hips, his bouncing cock just inches away from her. She wanted him, she wanted him so much, she started to push backwards to meet him. Chris stabbed forwards and pushed his large bulbous head against her swollen wet lips. Her vagina was well lubricated and gaping after its acceptance of Chris’ large fingers, but it was not prepared for this fresh onslaught.
Clarissa felt herself being stretched apart as the thick phallus of her son, pushed into her. It was just head deep in her vagina when she felt it pulse rapidly and unload what she had been asking for. Hot ejaculate, spurted from her son’s cock into her willing pussy and the delight of that knowledge, the sheer pleasure of that lustful act, the myriad of sensations and feelings that it induced in her. Not just her vagina, but her whole body, her whole mind, her whole being. Was as she suspected, too much for her. The last thing she remembered feeling was that thick cock sliding ever deeper into her cunt, spurting come as it went, drowning her cervix, drowning her insides with her son’s come. Drowning her whole body in lustful act of intercourse, she fainted.
The vision of his mother on her knees, her wet glimmering body, radiant in its nakedness, her pussy on full display, waiting for him to push wide the puffy folds of her labia and penetrate her, was just so exciting for Chris to see, that he almost came there and then. His cock dribbled pre-come so much, he knew he needed to be quick and placing his hands upon his mother’s hips, he made his move. The contact with her slippery flesh as he watched his head force apart her lips and slip down her vaginal valley towards her cunt, was intoxicating. He didn’t need to push any further as his mother pushed back to meet him. His head had barely penetrated her, when he came with a small grunt. His balls felt so full and tight, it was a relief to let go the contents. He was not disappointed in himself, as he knew he would not go soft. He could hold his erection for at least three orgasms; so simply revelled in the contact and the moment, pushing his phallus in deeper until he felt resistance.
He then began to pull out and have another stab. In his lust, he had not realised his mother had become unresponsive as he fucked her limp body, but when his cock had finished emptying its contents, he suddenly realised she had once again fainted. Quickly withdrawing, he scooped her up in his arms and sat on the bed with her cradled in his lap, watching her breasts as they rose and fell with her gently breathing his hard cock pushing against her buttocks. She had had enough sex for today, he thought, so he positioned her on the bed and lay down behind her, slipping his cock between the tops of her thighs, to nestle upon her vagina, whilst he grabbed a breast in his hand. He suddenly felt very tired too, and within minutes of being in this warm and comforting place with his mother, he fell asleep.
Clarissa woke a few times during the night. She felt warm and protected in the strong arms of the man beside her. She felt the soft phallus between her legs, nuzzling her pussy and she felt the emotion of what she had done to her son and with her son. Suddenly she became afraid of what he would say in the cold light of day, what would he do, and would it take the pleasure away from her of the events of the previous evening. She fell asleep, thinking how she would approach things with him.
When she woke at seven in the morning, Chris had not moved. His hand had slipped from her breast to her waist, but he was still tucked in tight behind her, and he was still very much, between her legs. For once in a long time, the burning in her stomach was not there, for once, she felt satisfaction, release, calmness and general wellbeing. Slipping from the bed, without waking her son, she stretched whilst looking in the mirror. Her face was a picture of self-satisfaction, and she smiled all the more as she felt and then saw a trail of her son’s come leak out from her pussy and down her leg. What she remembered of the night was true. He had taken her, her had filled her with his come. Her body flushed at the knowledge as she slowly walked into the bathroom for another shower.
When she came out, Chris was as she had left him, so she flitted about getting some items of clothing and went back into the bathroom to dry her long hair and put them on. When she emerged, she was ready to face him. But all of her thoughts of how that conversation would go, were lost. Chris had rolled onto his back, still in repose, but his cock was another story all together. It stood proud of his groin, looking to Clarissa like it was even larger than the night before. How on earth hand she got that in her?
Her leather corset creaked as she knelt on the bed, her black stockings, as always, heightening her level of arousal and making her instantly wet. The bustier cups on the corset, were there to push her breasts upwards and so they tumbled easily out of their entrapment to dangle between her arms. She leaned upon her elbows and really looked at the pulsing object, now just a foot from her face. It must be nine inches, she thought, and playfully tried to measure it, without touching it. Maybe a bit longer? The girth was a shock to her. It looked massive. As it had grown in erection, it had taken the foreskin with it, and fully exposed the glans that looked red and angry. The veins pulsed with life-giving strength, and she knew from experience, they added to her pleasure too. His balls revolved as they made more semen, and she hoped that it would be semen that she could once again enjoy. She licked her freshly applied lipstick. Knowing that as good as she was at giving deep-throat, she would not be able to take her son’s cock.
His head however, was a different thing. She looked at his face, he still looked peaceful in sleep. Should she? Should she take advantage. More to the point, could she resist not to? Clarissa looked over at the latex man, still stuck on her mirror, suddenly a very poor substitute. She could always……? Looking back at her son’s cock, there was no contest, and before she could stop herself, she nudged forwards a little and placed one hand gently about the base of his cock, her fingers unable to fully encircle the beast. She ran her tongue lightly about the head, still able to taste her own juices upon it, then slowly placed her lips upon it. Her tongue searched out and found his urethra, teasing it, before moving on. She forced her jaw wide and slid down over the red/pink helmet and with more than a mouthful, was barely able to flick her tongue about the frenum.
“I have a request, perhaps I think, more of an instruction?” Chris had woken, and was immediately back at the same level of love and lust for his mother, as the night before; assuredly helped by the fact that she was feasting on his erect cock. He was not ashamed of what they had done, or what his mother was doing to him now. Why should he be? They were hurting no-one. They were consenting adults; they were both accepting of what the other was doing to them. No, there was nothing wrong in what they were doing.
Clarissa looked up at her son, her lips still clamped tightly about his cock head as she continued to give him a blow-job, something she had always got as much pleasure out of, as she was giving. After a while she pulled her lips from him with a smacking sound, and licked at a bit of dribble as she coyly pulled from him; guilty of being caught taking her pleasure, whilst he was asleep. “I’m sorry if I woke you. But it is entirely your fault, or more his!” She pointed a filbert nailed finger at his bouncing cock. “He was like that as I came back out of the bathroom, he was shouting for attention. Anyway, what is your instruction?”
“If it is entirely my fault, why are you dressed like that? Did you not get enough attention last night?”
“Well, I……” She looked away a little embarrassed that she had hit upon him again in less than 24 hours, and that was after he had sated her most thoroughly.
“Anyway, I don’t know whether you will like what I have in mind, but it is something that I have often thought about and have practised a little. It is easier to show you, rather than tell you, I think. But before I do it, you must agree to what I want to do, unconditionally.”
“Unconditionally? Agree for you to do something to me, without knowing what it is? OK, one question, and one only, then I will give you my answer?”
“OK.”
“Is it sexual in nature?”
“Yes, most definitely.”
“In that case, of course the answer is yes. What do you want me to do?”
Chris smiled at her, he seemed excited and his cock transmitted that in bouncing rapidly before her. “Ooooooh Chris, can I finish sucking on him, he is making my insides churn? Christ, I think I’m already addicted to your cock!”
He smiled in pleasure. “No mother, you must wait, and when I am ready, then you will be able to give me a blow-job. Now please stand.”
She did as she was bid.
Chris looked upon his mother, the black leather corset had straps at the bottom to hold her black stockings in place. Her black lacey knickers barely protected her vulnerable bits and were already showing a damp patch, that he could see clearly from this angle. Her breasts had tumbled out of the corset, and stood pert and handsome, the nipples unsurprisingly fully erect. And her long black hair played about her shoulders and breasts. She reminded him of a prostitute, which surprisingly was quite a turn-on for him; not that he needed any more help in that area! “You are wet already mother. Have you been playing by yourself this morning, in the shower maybe, or upon that?” He pointed at the latex cock still stuck on the mirror.
“Only with your cock, darling, and believe me, just seeing him erect was enough to make me that wet.”
“God Clarissa,” he changed to using her name, which for some reason caused an unexpected thrill, to play about her nerve endings. “God Clarissa, you look extremely sexy. I would have thought we had had enough sex last night, but God, I want you more.”
“Thank you, Chris,” she said with a little bob of a curtsey, smiling broadly, “and good. As you can see I very much feel the same, and couldn’t wait, so started without you. I like you calling me by my name by the way.”
“Ok Clarissa, please pull that chair over to the mirror and stand behind it. I’m just going to get something.”
She did as bid and waited for his return.
Chris came back with a long soft rope. She had not seen before. “Oh, and what have you there? You wish to tie me up?” There was an edge to her voice, one of piqued interest,
“Yes,” he said. “And much more.”
“Oh, you are a naughty boy.”
“Bend over the back of the chair and hold onto the seat.”
She did as she was told, but kept looking back at him. “Ooohhhh darling, I cannot get out of my head that you are standing behind me with that great pulsing…..thing, just inches from my……. God I want it in me again……oohhh Chris, couldn’t we first…….?”
“Grasp the seat!” he said with authority. Making her squeal by smacking her hard on the bum cheek, leaving a red hand mark. He then proceeded to secure her in that position and then continued to knot the rope about her legs, working to her thighs, occasionally linking her thighs together, occasionally tying around the chair, so that she was inextricably linked to it. He then went around the front and continued on her arms and across her back. Her eyes followed the wobbling bouncing cock wherever he went. Finally, Chris finished off on her breasts, tying the rope about the base of them and then producing a set of nipple clamps he applied them to her large nipples making her cry out. “It is called Shibari. It is a Japanese technique of rope tying. Another fetish of mine. And I think this is one of yours isn’t it, he said smacking her lovely firm rounded bum again, making her cry out.
“Ohhh God, yes, yes it is, I have told no-one, not even your father knew. Not even I was fully aware of the pleasure, but it is the being tied up that surprises me, it is so……OH! OH! OWW! CHRIS,” she panted at him, with each strike of his hand upon her buttocks. “Your knot work is so neat, OH, OH and I have to admit, I feel completely at your, OH! Your mercy, it is………very….oh Chris…….your……your cock is…….it is dribbling…..let me lick it please.”
“Ok, but that is all, any more than that and I may have to punish you again.”
“Oh goody.” Clarissa giggled. “You’re going to have to bring him to me. As you will note, I am somewhat at your mercy here.” She stuck out her tongue, ready to receive his dripping semen upon it. As she licked the shiny bulbous head and worked up to the urethra, collecting his sperm as she went, her whole body was shivering. Chris pulled away, making her moan in displeasure.
“That is enough Clarissa.”
“So, what are you going to do now, fuck me?”
“No Clarissa, you are going to be used, in whichever way I see fit. For now, you are going to suck on this.” He lifted both her and the chair forwards, his cock poking her in the arse as he carried her. Placing her right in front of the latex phallus. “I heard you sucking on this yesterday, now I want to see it. Give it a blow job Clarissa. Make yourself come. I know you can.
She didn’t need to be asked twice, and smiling placed her lips once more about the latex phallus. She had now accepted a cock into her mouth more in the last 24 hours than she had in a number of years, and the feeling as it slid between her lips and down her throat was intoxicating. Clarissa remembered her first suck on this cock, she remembered having her husband afterwards, and noting that he was quite a bit smaller. A fact that had certainly diminished her pleasure when it came to fucking them both. But as she quickly started getting pleasure from giving this blow-job, she knew her son’s cock was so much larger, that her pleasure was guaranteed. She was suddenly lost in the moment. The cock between her lips had become Chris’ and she sucked upon it with vigour. Her head rising and falling in long slow movements as the phallus slid into her. Occasionally she would stop at the tip to run her tongue about the head as if it could really feel what she was doing.
Chris had taken to his phone. What red-bloodied man wouldn’t have? He had before him, an extremely attractive woman, bound and immovable. Dressed in very sexy lingerie and stockings, as she gave deep-throat to a rubber cock. He started to film her, taking in her soaking panties, her bound breasts and her large erect nipples, made even more prominent by the nipple clamps. He took in all of the erotic detail of his mother, as she sucked and licked the erection before her, she was indeed very adept at her task, and knew it.
Clarissa smiled a number of times at the phone as she was licking the very tip of the head, then suddenly stopped as if in thought. “Hey, you’re not thinking of putting this on the internet are you? I don’t want to find it on there, or be told that I’m on there, sucking a rubber cock. Not like I look for porn on the internet you understand. Least-wise it can only be uploaded if I’ve seen it and approved, OK?”
Chris stood with his mouth agape. Sex had been the key to unlocking a woman that he did not know existed. A woman that was lustful, erotic, very sexual, sensual and ravenous. A woman that not only enjoyed sex, she demanded that she receive it. “I was filming for me and me only. Well, maybe for you too if you were interested in seeing yourself? But you think you might let me upload it? All I can say is, wow! Who is this woman? And why hasn’t she been in my life before?”
Clarissa smiled at him, accepting what he had just said as a compliment. “I have been here all the time, and in truth, lusting after you since you were old enough, but enough of that, when are you going to fuck me? I’m screaming for it, my pussy is aching and I can feel her dribbling down my leg in anticipation.”
“Be patient, your time will come.”
“Have you seen how wet I am, I’m ready now.?!”
“Get back to sucking Clarissa, or you will get nothing more.” He slapped her on the bum cheeks a few more times.
“Yes, master.” She cried out, with a huge smile and slipped her red lips about the head before her, taking the cock back into her throat once more. A few moments latter Clarissa could feel her son behind her and this increased her tension further. She was close, very close to her first orgasm of the day, with the promise of more; she could not hold onto it. She felt Chris moving her panties to one side and waited with impatience for the feel of his cock brushing passed her lips. But instead, she felt Chris’ tongue delve between them and run the length, from clitoris to her vaginal opening, sucking upon her juices as he progressed. She was unprepared for that most delightful of contacts and immediately, her orgasm was upon her. “OOOOOMMMMMMMMGGOGGLE. WUUAAAAHHHHHH! OOOWWWWWWChhhhh! She cried out in release, about the cock in her mouth. Her body vibrating against the tight confines of the ropes. She bucked wildly as Chris inserted his tongue into her vagina and started to fuck her with it. She had not be touched in such a way for a very long time, she had almost forgotten the pleasure of being aroused in this way. Her second orgasm quickly followed the first. She had to pull from the cock in her mouth to gasp at great chunks of air, “OHHHHHH CHRIS, yes, yes……oh I love being licked and sucked upon…..oh it has been so long….too long since your……….ohhhhhHHHHHH YES, stick your tongue in, oh my GOD! OH, OH, OHHHHH that is gooooooooood!”
Both of them knew who was in charge of her orgasms here. And both were more than please with that prospect. To make Clarissa sure, without a shadow of a doubt, he began probing at her anus, with the tip of his tongue, then gradually pushed it a little deeper.
Clarissa cried out at this new onslaught, how was he doing these things to her? She was so overcome with lust at that point, she would have fucked anyone, or anything. Man, woman, beast or inanimate object. “FUCK ME CHRIS. Please fuck me, I need it, I so, so need it. I’ll do anything, but please fuck me.”
Chris stood. He had learnt never to refuse a woman, leastwise, not for very long. Besides his cock was dribbling come and he knew he was very near too. He grasped his phallus, running it a couple of times through his mother’s sopping valley, then roughly pushed into her, right up to the point of resistance.
“Holy CHRIST!” Was all she could say, as her body shook violently, her skin breaking out in goose-bumps, her thighs in spasm. She had completely collapsed upon the chair and just accepted the waves of multiple orgasms as they caressed her body with each penetration. Her son’s cock filled her like no other man she had had. It seemed to push against her heart as it penetrated her. She thought, having taken his sperm before, that she was prepared for him ejaculating. But when she felt the first volcanic sprays of his semen against her cervix, she passed out again as her son emptied himself inside her, filling her.
She came to, back on the bed, with her son sitting by her. “You worry me every time you do that!”
Clarissa put her hand to his face. “It is you; it is making love to you. It is thinking about you fucking me. I have never been so turned on, so ‘in heat’ as I am with you.”
“Well perhaps I should limit the contact then, before I end up killing you?”
“OH, but what a way to go?”
“Yes, but think of poor old me explaining that one to the police.”
“Well, there is one more thing I want to do, before I go.”
“Oh, and what is that?”
She slid from the bed onto the floor, taking her son’s cock in her mouth as she went. “This!” She said with hunger in her eyes, “you filled my pussy, now fill my stomach. Ummmmmm,” she slurped, “he tastes delicious……”
“Mother, you are insatiable!”
“Mmmmmwah.” She voiced with a mouthful of very sweet tasting cock.