He rose up from the floor and took a few steps until he was close enough that she could take his hands and squeeze them. She looked up at him with an ecstatic bliss, an eagerness to please and be pleased that was almost alarming. “Christopher, would you like to try putting your penis into my vagina now?” She said in a hushed voice. He could see a wild glimmer in her eyes that was infectious. He’d almost forgotten his own raging hardon in the excitement but he felt it now, throbbing madly, standing stiffly at attention. He nodded without speaking.
She nodded back, “Ok, get up on the bed darling.” She was scooting her self up to the top. He followed her, crawling on his knees, his eyes never leaving hers. She lie back on the pillows and spread her legs enough for him to kneel between them. Her pussy lips were simmering and open. He felt like a truck full of nitroglycerine driving a curvy, bumpy road. He was thrilled and terrified at one. A nagging doubt stirred in his head.
“Wait, mom?”
“What is sweetie?”
“Well…isn’t this…couldn’t you get…you know, pregnant?”
Helen smiled. “Don’t worry about it Christopher. Mommy takes pills that keep her from getting pregnant. And maybe later I can show you about condoms…but for now just have fun.” She reached down and took his shaft into her hands, pulling him in closer to her. He leaned forward placing his hands on either side of her. She place one hand softly on the cheeks of his bottom, with the other she pulled back his foreskin, exposing his engorged pink tip. She rubbed it along her lit smoothly. “Get it nice and wet first” She whispered. “Then push it in.” She pushed his butt with her hand and he followed her lead, finding himself inching his way inside of her.
The warmth, and the tightness and moisture was astounding. For a horrific moment he was certain it would all end there. He would wake p in his own bed, cu dipping down his cock. She must have seen the alarm on his face because she swatted playfully at his tush. “Focus sweetie. Look right at my face, and just keep pushing in as far as you can. As deep as it’ll go, til’ you can feel your little balls on my butt.” Taking a deep breath he slid in deeper to her, groaning a little as he did. Her eyes bulged and shined with delight.
“That’s right Honey, all the way back in….mmmm it’s so good to have you back in me Baby, you have no idea…How’s it feel for you?”
“Feels good…feels so good mom…you’re so wet, and tight….oh god”. He went deeper into her, until he felt his testicles land on her ass. He held still then just looking into her face, warmth spreading over his loins, up into his belly and chest.
“This, is called missionary position Baby, it’s a nice easy one to start off with….pull your penis back ot til’ it’s right at the tip and then push it back in again, just like that. Take it very slow to start and if you get too excited slow down and tell me.”
“Al-alright…” Christopher managed to stammer. He slid himself back out, just as she said so that his tip was just barely in her still then thrust back in. “Mmmm…whoa!” He moaned.
“Keep going, harder Sweetie.” He pulled out once more and plowed in again, harder this time. She shook and her eyes closed, “you got it…mmm, that’s right.”
He rocked back and forth, his ass rising and falling steadily, her head laying on it to steady him. The bed began to creak as his speed slowly increased. He started to pant, and he could feel sweat creeping down his back. Helen closed her eyes, her head rolling bac. “Oh yes….oh yes…mmmmm, oh you’re my good baby, my sweet baby, fuck mommy….yes….get in deep honey.”
The bed was starting to shake now, and Christopher heard a soft ‘thwap! thwap! thwap! of his balls colliding with her body. He looked down between his legs to see and felt her hand swat his backside again. She put her hand on his cheek and turned his face back up. “Keep looking at me, keep watching my face.” She coached, panting, her cheeks a ruddy color, sweat forming on her forehead. His hips moved in a steady rhythm and she began to thrust hers up in sync with his, fucking him back. Without being aware he was doing it he started to groan. A low and constant growling sound.
“Uurrrmmmmmrrrr, uh, uhmmmm!”
“Harder! Deeper!”
His thrusts became more pronounced; the thwapping sound became a “THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!’ The headboard banged lightly on the wall. He felt a pressure lurking in his body, like a water balloon reaching its stretching point as it feels with water. Suddenly Helen’s Breasts heaved out. Her eyes opened wide as dinner plates then wrenched back shut. Christopher felt clenching tightness around his cock and she squeezed his butt cheeks fiercely.
She opened her mouth but it hung here in silence for nearly five seconds before making any sound. “Hhhg! Hmm! Hmm!HHHMM!….Aw! oh my little angel… that’s so good!”
“Mom….I’m…feeling like…I may…..” It was hard to speak, hard to think. The desire to cum and the desire to keep going and the awesome joy of watching her orgasm roll over her face were too much. She placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back. “Slow down!” she breathed. “Slow down…pull out baby, don’t cum!”
Holding his breath, and closing his eyes tightly he stopped his movements. He took a very deep breath and when he thought he could move again he pulled his cock out of her. It pulsed tensely, red and swollen, shinning with her juices. He fell down squarely on the bed, his mind a blur. In the blink of an eye Helen was up on all fours and turning herself around so that she faced the headboard. “Kept up behind me, and put your hands on my hips Christopher.” She ordered sternly but not without tenderness. With some effort he was able to do as she told, getting to his knees and grabbing her waist just above her ass. He cock seemed to form a bridge between them, he could make out the wet cleft of her pussy beneath her. She looked back over her shoulder at him.
“This position is called doggystle, you see my labia sticking out under my bum?”
He nodded vigorously. “Good, now take your penis and push it back in, hold onto my hips while you do.”
With one hand on her, and the other at the base of his shaft to guide him, he found his way into her. As he thrust in her head bobbed backwards. “mmm yeah, just like that…this is one of mommy’s favorite positions…” He felt the muscles of her vag tightening around his dick, almost massaging him and he went back into the wonderful wet heat. He was able to watch himself go into her. He pulled back out as he had before, all the way to the tip and then thrust back. Helen started to moan again, as she wiggled her ass against his cock, heaving back as he went forwards.
“Oh! OH! OH! Shit yeah! OH yeah, mommy feel like such a fucking whore getting fucked on my knees like this! Oh!”
This took Christopher aback. He paused and considered what she’d said. Helen looked over her shoulder, her face strained and sweaty. “It’s ok baby,” she panted, ”mommy likes the dirty feeling. It feels so good to be bad. Keep going, oh please keep going.” He smiled and nodded in understanding and resumed, moving his hands down off her thighs and onto her ass. The bed began to shake again. The headboard rocked against the wall, and the mattress gave its exhausted creak.
“I’m such a bad fucking Mother!” Helen cursed, her voice sounded elated though. “mmmmyea! Sucha whore mom, letting my son fuck me! Eeh! Slap mommy’s ass honey!”
“Huh?”
“MMMM, slap my ass while you fuck me! Mmm just like used to spank you when you were a bad boy, spank me sweetheart!”
Shrugging a little, straining with effort and breathing fast as he plunged in and out of her, Christopher brought his hand up and brought it down on the firm round flesh of is mother’s ass. It made a satisfying sound. Helen yelped, and then giggled, “Mmm yes! Again baby! Harder! I’m so fucking bad!” She thrust herself back into him harder, her pussy slamming against the base of his shaft. Grinning he pulled back his had brought it down again, harder but still not hard enough to actually hurt her. She squeaked again.
“EE! HEHEHE! MMM! OOO! OOO! UUUUUUH!”
He was speeding up, his hips seeming to have a will of they entire floor shook. He was making that slow, low growling sound again, breathing very hard. An eruption was imminent. Sensing this, Helen stopped moving. She held up a hand. “Stop!” She ordered. Christopher forced himself to a halt. He ran his hand across his face to wipe away sweat. His eyes kept opening and closing. He was so close. Another five seconds and he would have been over the edge. He remained totally still for nearly a full minute, before sliding back out of her. She crawled forward slowly, letting her son slip easily out of her. Her ass wiggled and he stared at her longingly, feeling cold outside of her.
Helen was taking quick shallow breaths. “Up for one more?” She asked, her eyes moving from his to his cock. He nodded slowly, his mouth hanging open, sucking in air, wanting to be backside. She nodded back at him and began to crawl around the bed. “Sit down Honey with your back to the head rest.” She tapped the spot on the mattress. He hunkered down; moving his thighs awkwardly to keep from sitting on is balls. From beside him, Helen took hold of his legs. She pushed is right leg right leg straight down and bent left and planted it to let him keep his balance. She got to her knees and rested her hands on his shoulders.
“This one is called ‘the basket’ Sweetheart. Just sit still, I’m gonna get on top of you.” She hefted herself up and swung her leg over him. Keeping one hand on his shoulder, she gripped his penis with the other, angling it right, before impaling herself on him. He watched her envelope him gradually, the fantastic warmth taking him in. She brushed his cheek, “look at me Honey”, she whispered. He looked up into her face. Their eyes met as she lowered herself. Finally she touched down landing on his lap. She shuddered. He was deep; deep inside of her he could feel. Hey stand there like that for a moment, just looking into each other’s faces, listening to each other breath. Her muscles started to squeeze his shaft tighter then ever. Contacting and relaxing, coaxing him. She took hold of his hands and laid them on her breasts, “Mmmm, touch me sweetheart, touch me all over while I ride you.”
She started to move. Squatting on the balls of her feet, she began to lift herself, halfway up the length of him then thrusting herself back down, taking him back in slowly. His hands glided over her tits, over her sides, down and onto her hips. He held them, pulling her deeper into her and she moved herself up and down. He watched her face, her mouth open, smiling playfully, eyes shining, cheeks flushed. She was breathing loudly, making grunting noises. “hmm, mmmm, uuf!” He held her hips firmly, feeling every inch of her body when she took him in. She reached a hand down between her legs and played her finger on her clit. With the other hand she pulled him into her chest. “Suck on mommy’s tits baby.” She murmured.
Obligingly he took her nipple into his mouth, He his teeth pressed down and he suckled on it. ”Mmm” he hummed. Helen clutched him to her chest as she moved faster. “Awwwwww, ooooh, oh god baby! Suck on me just like you used to….oh my angel…I love riding your beautiful cock….how’s my pussy feel?”
“Mom…you’re so warm…I love it…I love being in you…oh god you move sooo goood!” He muttered from around her breast. Helen kept rubbing her clit as she rode him, and with her free hand she reached beneath her and took hold of is testicles. She was squeezing them, fondling them, needing her fingers. Christopher groaned. “UUUUUHGH!” He began to make soft whining sounds, his breath getting hard. Moving his hand up her back, he found it coated with sweat. She’d clutch her vagina down around her his cock as she pulled up further and pushed back down faster. She was starting to whine and squeak again.
“Aaah…..uuuuhh….mmm…mmm…oooh, oh! Aaaaah! AAAAAH!” She was spearing herself on him now, his head held in a vice lock against her bosom as she tensed and relaxed her hand on his balls. Christopher was so filled, so electris his face contorted. His eyes wrenched shut. “MMMMMN Mom….I’m…Oh god, I’m gonna cum, gonna cum!”
“Uh! Uh!, Oh come inside me Honey! Shoot into me… I love you so so much….Uhhh!”
It happened all at once. Helen squeezed his testicles sending immense and fantastic pressure though his body. Christopher Shot his load out and up into her. Helen reached her own crescendo, screaming as she shuddered in orgasmic oblivion.
“Ooooh! Oooh! Ooooh! God!”
“AAAAAW! HUH! HUH!”
When it was over they both stayed motionless for an instant their bodies tense and tight. Then Helen relaxed and rested her body. She leaned forwards and put her lips on his. Her tongue was inside is mouth and she was kissing him and he was kissing her back. With some effort she was able to disentangle herself from him. As she pulled off, Christopher noticed leak of semen from her body. It oozed down her slit, onto her thighs as she settled next to him laying her head back and heaved a huge sigh. He was exhausted. Already his eyes felt heavy. But he wanted to look at her for a while longer. His lover. His mother. He’d been inside her twice in his mother’s vagina twice in is life. More than most boys could say. He smiled tiredly at the thought.
Blindly she reached out and clutched his hand. He held hers back and held it tight. She looked over at him and smiled that mischievous, knowing little grin of hers. “Christopher Honey, I hope you have a better grip on the birds and bees now. I’m so glad we had this talk.”
“Oh mom, I’m so lucky to have a mother like you…thank you…for everything. I love you.”
She squeezed his hand. “Any time my angel. I love you too. Remember what I said, when your father gets back from his trip, all this is forgotten right? This chat stays between us okay?”
Christopher nodded. “Yeah mom, just between us.”
“So…did I answer all of your questions?” She tweaked his nose playfully and Christopher giggled. “Mmmhmm, you did. It makes so much more sense now mom.”
Helen placed a hand on his chest. “Well….if you ever have any others or if you just need someone to talk to about all this….I’m always here. Mommy’s always here to talk.”
He nestled his face into her and closed his eyes as she petted his head. She was asleep in her arms a moment later.
EPILOGUE
When he woke up it was after dark. The bed beside him was empty. He head the sound her moving downstairs in the kitchen and smiled as memories flooded back to him. He got stiffly out of the bed and collected his clothes up off the floor headed down the hall. He dropped the pile on the rug by his bed and flicked the light. When he did he noticed something on the crisply made sheets. Christopher squinted at it and walked closer. As she did he realized what they were and felt his heart melt. A pair of powder blue, silk underwear was laid out neatly just under his pillow. There was darker patch right at the crotch. Below it was a note. It read:
“Thought you might like a fresh pair. Think of me when you use them.
XOXOXO
LOVE MOM
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/4dj9og/the_talk_pt_7_nsfw_incest_ms
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