*If you are new to this story, I would recommend reading chapters 1 and 2 first. These can be found* [here (chapter 1)](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/hzc6qw/how_things_change_chapter_1_incest_ms_mf/) *and here* [(chapter 2)](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/i00dt0/how_things_change_chapter_2_incest_ms_mf/)*.*
*Once again, thanks to everyone following this story. Chapter 2 was a bit shorter on explicitly sexual content, but you’ll all be pleased to know that it’s all steamy from here on out.*
I sat in my room for a few hours, the events of the night going through my head, over and over again. I would jump between convincing myself that I had utterly ruined my relationship with my mother forever, to questioning whether she had been secretly turned on by my confession.
Time passed, and the memory of cumming in my mom’s mouth played through my head again and again. I was rock hard at the memory of how her tits felt in my hands. I needed her so bad, and the silence was killing me.
In a moment of either madness of intensely strong courage, I resolved that I would go and visit her in her room. I couldn’t stand the rift that had opened up between us, and I needed to see her.
I quietly opened my door, and shut it behind me. My heart was beating as hard as a drum as I approached my mother’s bedroom door. I knocked, but opened the door before she had time to respond.
There she was, sat at the end of her bed, with her head in her hands, as though an inner conflict was tearing her apart. She looked fantastic. She had changed out of her work clothes and was now wearing a white tank top with black leggings. She looked up and met my eyes as she heard me enter.
“Jason…” she began.
“Please Mom, don’t say anything. Just listen to me.” I said as I took a step towards her. She leaped up. Standing to meet me as I approached.
I walked towards her until I was mere inches away from her. She seemed to lean back slightly and averted my gaze, fixing her eyes on her bare feet.
I took her chin between my thumb and index finger, and lifted her face so her eyes met mine. I could feel her hot breath on my face.
“I meant what I said, Mom. I want you.”
My mother’s eyes opened wide, “Jason, I…” I couldn’t take it any more. I couldn’t let her talk herself out of this, I knew that deep down part of her wanted this, and I knew for a fact that I wanted it. Before she could finish getting her words out, I planted my hands on her wide, motherly hips, pulling her closer towards me.
My lips met hers, and for a moment, she seemed to resist, staying still and rigid like a dear trapped in headlights. Then, after a couple of seconds, she seemed to soften, her body loosening. Her previously rigid lips became soft and velvety, sensually meeting mine, as we slowly, cautiously at first, began to kiss.
Eventually, a moan escaped from my mothers lips, and I took this as my cue to open my mouth a little wider, probing into my mother’s with my tongue. My hands moved from her hips and around to her wonderfully soft buttocks which I fondled with increasing ferocity as her tongue met mine and danced around in her mouth.
Sliding my hands up from her buttocks and onto the small of her back, I finally reached down under her leggings, feeling the flesh of her buttocks for the first time. Her skin was so smooth, and her curves gave her cheeks the perfect feel. After a minute of fondling, I began pulling her leggings down.
“Ahhh…” My mother broke the kiss. She was panting hard, like a bitch in heat. “Jason… No, we can’t. Don’t take that off. I’m your mother… This is wrong”.
“It’s not fucking wrong” I growled, beginning to kiss her neck. “I need you, you’re so fucking sexy”. I continued to remove her leggings, taking them all the way down to her ankles. Despite her protests, she stepped out of them, freeing her legs and kicking them to one side. I could see that she was wearing black lace panties. Seeing her panties and thick thighs made me hard as a rock, adding to the existing taboo excitement.
I reached for the back of her neck with one hand, pulling her face close to mine and beginning to kiss her deeply again. With my other hand, I began groping at her large breasts, bouncing them in my hands over her tank top, feeling their pleasant weight. Finally, I reached under her top, feeling her stomach and her breasts under her bra. As I touched her, I could feel her shiver and squirm. She was clearly enjoying this.
I grabbed her tank top, lifting it up over her head, she moaned, now allowing me to strip her down. Her breasts were magnificent, held in place with a smooth, plain, white bra. Seeing my mother in her underwear was an incredible experience. She had a bit of a tummy, not fat, but curvy. Her legs were long, with large, sexy thighs. It was at that moment I realised that her bra and panties did not match. Clearly, she had not planned for this to happen. I smiled to myself, basking in my victory at getting my mother stripped down to her underwear. A feat few men could stake claim to.
“Mom… I can’t believe it. You’re so hot.”
She instinctively covered her breasts and crotch with her hands, as though suddenly self-conscious. “We need to stop, dear” she whimpered. “This has gone too far…”
Gently, I took her hands and moved them away, down to her side. I placed one of my hands on her left buttock, and another on her right breast. “No, Mom. I don’t think we’ve gone far enough. Admit it. Admit it, Mom. You feel good. Ahhh… I bet you’re so fucking wet”.
I pushed my mom down on her bed, before climbing on top of her. I began to caress her stomach. She shivered and jumped as I touched her, as I ran my hand over her breasts and belly. I could hear how fast her breathing was, and decided to push things further. I reached down and began caressing her lower body. First her hips. Then the outside of her legs. Before she knew it, I was massaging her inner thighs, bringing forth gasps of pleasure.
My hand went back to her stomach, then down towards the top of her panties. The realisation of what I was about to do brought forth gasps and squeals of pleasure that my mother seemed to be desperately trying to suppress.
“Jason please… Think about this… Is this really what you want? I’m your mother… You’re my son… Ooooohhhh”
“I want this, Mom. And it looks like you do too”. With that, I slipped my hand down into her panties. I felt a soft patch of well groomed pubic hair in a down-facing triangle shape leading to her pussy. I teased her for a few moments, my hand slowly moving down her public mound, before reaching down further to touch the object of my most forbidden desires. My mother’s vagina.
The feeling of her warm, wet folds was incredible. My finger was immediately coated in moisture as it slid between her lips, revealing just how wet she was. “Mmmm ahhhhh” cried my mother, trying to keep her voice down as waves of pleasure shot through her.
“Oh fuck… Ohhh… Jason stop… We shouldn’t be doing this. Ahhhh” moaned my mother, as I plunged my finger into her slit spreading her juices around her pussy.
“Stop lying to yourself, Mom”, I responded. “You know you want this. You want your son”.
“Ah… Don’t say that…” she panted. Again, I plunged a finger deep inside of her, drawing a shocked gasp. The feeling of her wet folds added to my lust. I knew that by the end of the night, I had to be inside her.
Withdrawing my fingers from her soaked hole, I sought her clitoris. My finger traversed up along her slit until I found the small, hard nub. I began to rub, gently at first, drawing gasps and sighs from Mom. Gradually, I increased the pressure, making small, grinding circles around her clit. This seemed to get my mother going. “AHHH, HARDER BABY, OOOH FUCK IT’S SO GOOD”, she wailed. Despite being so reserved earlier, my mother was now obedient and moaning.
As I massaged her clit with one hand, I began kissing her neck. Her back arced in pleasure, and I saw my chance. Reaching around under her back, I fumbled to unhook her bra. Feeling the hook come free, I peeled the bra from her breasts, freeing them. Her big, round tits spilled out, splaying to the side as she lay on her back. I noticed that her face was bright red, flushed with pleasure as she turned to face away from me, suddenly embarrassed that her bountiful chest was on display to her only son.
I noted that her dark pink nipples were hard, standing rigid as though calling out for my attention. I slowly moved my kisses down Mom’s body, drawing increasingly lustful moans from her lips. With one hand, I grasped one of her breasts, squeezing it gently. When finally, my kisses reached her breast, I licked gently at her nipple, drawing a shudder and a gasp from my mother. “Oh baby…” she groaned, as my tongue darted around her areola and made contact with her nipple.
After a little teasing, I placed her nipple into my mouth, wrapping my lips tightly around it. By now, any remaining resistance my mother had was completely gone. She was moaning and shrieking like a wild animal. I began to suck her nipple viciously, occasionally making light bites. “Oooooh, oh fuck baby, HARDER!” cried my mother.
Seeing my own mother like this was mesmerising. I found myself in a blissful state, as though memories of the safety, love and warmth I would have felt breastfeeding as a child came rushing back from the deepest recesses of my memory.
Suddenly, I realised that I was still fully clothed. I’d focused so much on pleasuring my mother and breaking down her resistance to the taboo that I’d not focused on myself at all. I removed my fingers from her panties and sat up on the bed where I’d previously been reclining next to her. My mother lay there, still panting. “Sweetie, why..?” she asked, pleading for me to continue without saying the words.
I removed my shirt and trousers as quickly as possible. I could feel Mom’s eyes traversing my body, and noted that she was biting her lip. I don’t think she realised what she was doing, but needless to say, seeing my almost naked mother lying on her bed giving me bedroom eyes was like a dream.
I crawled back up the bed, over the top of my mother. I grabbed one of her breasts and reunited my lips with hers, kissing her deeply. My hard penis prodded her body through my underwear, bringing forth small moans.
After a few moments I stopped kissing her. It was do or die. I had to fuck my mother, and now there was only one final obstacle between me and her: her panties. I reached down, grasping either side of her panties with my hands. My mother realised what was happening, and her expression turned to a mixture of shock and panic. She reached down placing her hands over mine, stopping me. “Sweetheart, no…” she moaned weakly. “We… We can’t”.
“Yes we can, Mom” I replied, trying to sound confident. In truth, I was becoming increasingly nervous. Was I really going to do this? Despite my building misgivings, the idea of getting my own mother completely naked utterly consumed me, driving me ever forwards.
I could feel her hands shaking as she retained her grip on my mine, preventing me from removing all that stood before her and complete nudity. *‘One final push’*, I thought to myself. I leaned down, placing my lips on her belly, slowly kissing down her body. I could hear her moaning softly. As I moved my kisses down towards the top of her panties, I received my chance. My mother had started becoming lost in pleasure. Her hands were still on mine, but her grip was now weak.
I took the opportunity. Still kissing her body, I moved my hands, sliding her panties down to her ankles. I lifted her feet slightly, allowing me to remove them from her altogether and tossed them to the side, off of the bed.
“Oh baby… I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t let you keep going”, Mom moaned. I said nothing. Instead, I sat up, drinking in the sight of my own mother lying naked on her bed. She looked different from how I imagined her. Not in a bad way, but just… Different. Clearly my fantasies had been idealised. Her breasts were still fantastic and full but slightly sagging with age, and her stomach and thighs had slight stretch marks. In short, she looked like what she was. A middle-aged woman of 43. Yet somehow, those flaws only increased my lust for her. I was hard as a rock. Her breasts were nice and full, and her pussy, currently mostly hidden between her closed legs, was still beyond inviting, crowned with a nicely shaved patch of pubic hair.
“Mom…” I said. “You’re so beautiful…” My mother said nothing, instead simply looking away from me. Yet I could see from her laboured breathing and flushed skin that she was was incredibly horny herself.
It was time. Standing up, I removed my own boxer shorts, kicking them to the side next to where I had thrown my mother’s panties. My rock hard cock was now out in the open, and I could see my mom staring, completely unable to look away.
I crawled back onto the bed. My mother lay still, panting, her eyes locked on me. I began massaging the inside of her legs, triggering the sound of moaning to start filling the room again. Slowly, very slowly, I began moving my caresses further up her legs, towards her thighs. Her breathing became faster with each inch I moved upwards, and as if subconsciously, her legs slowly spread, becoming more and more open. Eventually, her legs spread wide enough for my mother’s pussy to be revealed to me. It was glorious, positively shimmering and shining with her juices.
The opportunity was there, and I took it. I moved my body between her legs, staying on my knees at first, stopping her from closing her legs again. I reached for her breasts, massing them gently. Then, slowly, carefully, I straightened out, moving my caresses up her body, and placing my own body firmly above hers so that I was parallel with her, looking down at my wet, horny, confused mother.
Her eyes were wide and her body was shaking with a combination of arousal and fear. Eventually, I had advanced far enough along her body that we were face to face. I placed my forehead against hers, making sure that my lustful eyes made firm contact with her own.
I closed my eyes and kissed her deeply, before withdrawing my lips from hers and continuing our intense eye contact. Carefully, I moved my body down, making direct contact with hers. I placed my penis directly on her public mound, ever so slightly moving, pleasuring myself by rubbing against her body, mere inches from her vagina. I looked down, to see what I was doing with my own eyes, as though I couldn’t believe it. It was most certainly real, and yet I was still in disbelief. My heart was pounding, as if it couldn’t keep up with the sheer quantity of blood rushing to my penis.
I stopped my gentle movements, and once again gave a lustful look to my mother. We stared at each other for what felt like forever. Eventually, my mother broke the silence, as I began to gently rock my hips again.
“W-What are you doing?” she asked, looking increasingly fearful. In truth, I didn’t know what I was doing. I knew what I wanted, but how I was going to get it was a different matter. I weighed up my options before settling on a plan of action. I was going to risk everything.
“I’m going to fuck you, Mom”, I growled seductively. A look of panic swept over her face, and I felt her begin to squirm under me as her breathing reached a new height of speedy raggedness. “No! Baby, no! We can’t! We just can’t! We’ve gone too far! This is so wrong!”
*Author’s Note: I know, I know. Cliffhangers, right? Don’t worry, you wont have to wait long. Check back tomorrow for the grand finale! Once again, a big thank you to everyone that’s upvoted and commented, it means a lot. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter.*
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