MAGICAL INCEST

Dean was your average 20-year-old who still lived at home with his attractive 39-year-old mother Macey. He never knew his father since he ran off when he was still an infant. Things were hard for them both but Dean consistently was very proud of his mom. He always realized how hard she worked to give him the best she could and even suggested skipping college and get a job to help out. However, Macey wouldn't hear of it. She worked as a waitress his entire life and was able to save enough money for him to at least attend the local community college.

Dean studied to be an electrician. However, the group of guys he hung with paid more attention to the girls and partying than doing actual work.

The worst thing they did was harass this one particular boy in their class named Cathal. A day didn't go by that they wouldn't call him a mama's boy and put him down for his choice of clothing.

Dean did feel guilty joining in with his buddies. However, he didn't want to lose favor with them; that was until the day he found out how similar he was to Cathal.

The word around school was, like Dean, Cathal lived with his single mother at home. Except her occupation was that of a palm reader, and when the guys got wind of that they added her to their jokes.

This carried on until the day, they knocked the books out of Cathal's hand, and his papers flew everywhere.

Dean couldn't take it anymore, and as the guys laughed, he bent down and helped Cathal pick them up.

"Hey dude, let him pick up his own mess." One of the guys yelled.

Dean looked at Cathal on a bent knee, "Sorry about that Cathal. Sometimes they can be ass holes".

Cathal shuffled his papers back into a pile as he mumbled in a painful tone, "I'm used to it now."

Dean felt like a heel, as he handed Cathal the last of papers, "Here you go".

"Thanks, someday I'll return the favor." Cathal said, as he took the papers off Dean and added them to his pile.

"No need, it's the least I can do for being such an ass myself."

Dean stood up, and walked over to the guys who were still laughing and calling Cathal names.

"Come on guys, give him a break already. I think that's enough."

"Hey... You getting soft on us? You're not feeling sorry for that loser, are you?" one of the guys said.

However, before Dean could answer, another buddy yelled out, "Maybe he's a mama's boy also?"

Dean grabbed him by his shirt and slammed him against the wall; lifting him in the air, "You're two seconds away from this mama's boy kicking your ass!"

"Hey cool it dude. I was only joking."

Dean dropped him and let go of his shirt, "That's enough!"

The gang didn't say another word and just walked away.

Dean followed along and looked back at Cathal, who smiled and waved, as he walked away.

At home that evening, Dean's mom asked how his day went, and he explained what happened. Macey just shook her head.

"Why are you hanging around with such jerks?"

Dean just shrugged his shoulders and replied, "I really don't know mom."

"Well, it sounds to me like Cathal might be more of a friend then those other boys."

"You're probably right mom." Dean replied, as he got up from the dinner table. "I'm going to my room mom. I have a report I have to do."

"Okay sweetie." Macey said, and gave him a peck on his cheek before he left.

Dean entered his room and closed the door. He tossed his books on his bed as he sat on the chair next to his wooden study table and then noticed a paper had flown out from one of the pages. Picking it up he noticed the handwriting on it wasn't his.

Whose is this? He pondered as he read what was on the paper.

Across the page were written a bunch of numbers that looked like an IP address.

Being curious Dean fired up his laptop and typed in the numbers which loaded a page with nothing but titles that were web links. The Names of the titles were odd which only added to Dean's curiosity so he click the first one labeled "The Black Candle" and another page opened revealing what appeared to be a story of some kind.

Dean settled in his chair and began to read.

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"Hi my name is Caiden, and this is how I got to have sex with my mother.

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"Holly Shit!" Dean yelled out, as he rocketed from his chair.

"What's wrong?" He heard his mother yell from beyond the bedroom door.

"Umm... Nothing mom, just remembered I forgot a paper at school."

Flabbergasted, Dean sat back down and read some more.

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You see a short time ago, the idea of having sex with my gorgeous mother came to light and now I find myself fantasizing about fucking Johanna, 'my mother' all the time.

Let me describe her. She was 38 at the time, and five foot four with a slim waist. When mom cleaned she did it bra less, and wore these light colored shirts that clearing shown her nice large areolas, protruding outward from her wonderful size c breasts. Mom's hair is jet black, cut to her shoulders, and she has dark brown eyes. Lastly mom has a pair of soft puffy lips that on more than one occasion I imagined were wrapped around my thick cock as I blew my load in her mouth.

So now that you have an idea of what she looks like, I'll try and explain how my obsession came about. It was the day I came home unexpectedly. I was supposed to be over a friend's house for the night and we had a big fight, so I just bailed and went home. When I got there, the house was dark and I just figured my parents had retired early. Unknown to me at the time, dad had left on an overnight business trip and it was just mom at home.

As I crept up the stairs to my room, I heard a faint moan, which grew louder as I ventured closer to my parents open bedroom door. Cautiously, I peeked inside the dark room my jaw dropped. There was my sweet loving mother, on her back stripped naked, with her slender legs spread wide, rubbing her right hand, index and middle finger feverishly from side to side over her clit. While her left hand grasped at her luscious breast. The sight of mom indulging in such wicked self pleasure, opened my eyes to her being more than just my caring mother, and it was way too much for my young soul to handle.

My dick quickly became super hard, as mom moaned and gyrated her hips off the bed to her prying fingers as they hastily worked in and out of her most sacred spot and I couldn't help but rub my stiff member over my jeans.

I became fixated at the sight of mom and my new dark desire to fuck her just exploded inside me. I couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to slide my rock hard prick inside that snatch and as she buck hard off the bed I began to jerk off in the hallway. My grunts matched moms' moans as her fingers rammed steadily inside her cunt. I couldn't hold back when mom pushed her hand tight against herself as her legs squeezed together, and exploded grunting loudly while mom groaned. My grunts caught mom's ear over her own whimpers and she looked up gasping "Caiden!"

In a panic I shuffled as fast as I could with my pants still down to my ankles back to the safety of my room.

As I closed my door, mom barged inside. She was wearing a black feathery long night shirt she must have quickly tossed on and yelled, "What are you doing home? Why were you spying on me? Why were you doing? Well... Doing you know what in the hallway?"

I stumbled over my words, as I tried to explain what happened over my friends.

But mom cut me off and scolded me again saying, "That doesn't explain why you were masturbating in the hallway!"

I held my head low, as I mumbled how I just got excited seeing her that way, and couldn't help myself.

Mom replied, with her arms crossed. "Well I guess it's my fault for not closing my door." She then shook her finger at me and added,"But watching me was just wrong!"

I just kept my head down and nodded.

There was a long pause before I heard mom say, "I guess if you understand why it was wrong I can forget this ever happened." and turned away closing the door behind her.

That night I jerked off several more times not able to shake the image of mom climaxing and wished it were me and not her fingers filling her up. It became apparent to me dad wasn't doing his manly duties.

Why else would mom be masturbating right after he left? I thought to myself.

So that was it. I was set on finding a way to have mom want to fuck me. But how? I trolled through hundreds of pages on the internet about the subject and they all seemed lame. More fictitious than true, until by accident I came across a webpage about witchcraft and how different spells could make someone be sexually attracted to you. After ready more into the subject I read about a black candle and it appeared to be the best option for me to try.

So I ordered a couple online and began to memorize the phrase I would need to say for the candles magical powers to take effect on my unsuspecting mother.

Four days later the candles arrived and that night when I was sure my parents were asleep I began my new nightly task.

Following the instructions, I shed all my clothes and lit one of the black candles. As I sat in front of it, I said the incantation and placed a picture of mom next to the lit flame. I stared at her picture as I jerked off until I exploded. Saying the last of the phase I blew out the candle.

I repeated the entire process again the next night, and did this for a solid week. I then began to see a subtle change in my mother. Mom was giddier around me and had a sparkle in her eye I never saw before.

Besides burning the candle every night I also did more stuff around the house. Which I think helped even more. Since then, mom became more touchy and her clothes a little more revealing when dad wasn't present.

Then came the Saturday dad told mom he was going golfing with some buddies from work. I could tell Mom was bummed and heard her say how he promised to take her to see the new romantic movie that was showing at the local theater.

Quickly I interrupted and said. "Hey mom I'll go with you."

Dad looked puzzled with my response but said he'd even pay.

Mom looked at me and replied; "Now why would my son want to spend a Saturday in a theater with his old mother and watch a movie he didn't really want to see."

"I don't mind honest mom. Besides I don't have anything else planned."

Mom smiled and palmed my cheek before saying, "I'll go get myself ready." Then she walked away.

Dad handed me some cash and softly spoke, "Thanks son. I owe you for this."

"No problem dad." I said as I put the cash in my wallet.

Dad had all ready left when mom came downstairs from changing and I tried not to gawk when I noticed the little black dress she choose to wear.

"What do you think?" She said and did a flirtatious spin.

"Hot mom. I swear."

Mom laughed and playfully slapped my arm. "You better get ready yourself if we're going to catch the next show."

"Okay mom I'll be quick."

Flying up to my room I tore off my clothes and changed into a pair of black dress pants and a white button down shirt.

I rushed back down the steps and heard mom say, "Now don't you look handsome."

"Thanks mom but I'm the lucky one. Being with such a beautiful woman."

Again mom chuckled and we walked to the car. I held the door open for her and mom slid inside. Again saying what a gentleman I've become. I kept complementing mom on her appearance until we reached the cinema and once inside I let her decide on where we should sit. Mom picked a spot halfway down and towards the center and we settled in. When the lights dimmed mom took my hand in hers and rested her head on my arm.

It felt wonderful having her so close to me and made me want to get even closer. So I let go of mom's hand and put my arm over her shoulder. Mom cuddles in and placed her arm on my thigh as we watched the movie.

The movie definitely was a chick flick, but I didn't mind at all because every time a romantic scene would appear on the screen, mom would snuggle her head into my arm pit and lightly rub my leg while I ran my hand over arm.

When the movie ended mom sighed as she patted my thigh and cheerfully said, "Wasn't that great."

"Yea mom. I enjoyed it."

As we walked outside mom turned on her phone and noticed dad had left a message.

"Well your father is going to the pub with his friends and won't be home until later on." She said then sighed.

"Well that's okay mom. We can order some takeout and still enjoy a nice evening at home without him."

Mom smiled and moved next to me putting her arm around my waist. I put my arm over her shoulder and we walked like a true couple back to the car.

Once in the car mom called a Chinese place and ordered for us. She was happy when we arrived home and walked inside, arm in arm like we did leaving the theater.

Mom went into the kitchen to get some plates and told me to put the stuff on the dining room table. I did and was surprised when mom came in holding a full bottle a wine.

"Wine mom?"

"Yes I'm in the mood for a nice tall glass tonight."

We talked and laughed as we ate and drank the wine. The bottle was half empty when I suggested we take it in the living room and watch another movie on the blue ray.

Mom agreed and already had a movie in mind. So as I sat on the couch and poured us another glass, I admired mom's ass as she bent over to pop the movie in. I think she caught me staring, as when she stood up and turned around she smiled with a strange devilish grin before turning out the lights and sitting beside me.

I handed mom her glass and made a quick toast saying "To the most beautiful woman in the world." And tapped her glass with mine. Mom smiled big and gulped the last of her glass before sitting back nestling next to me as my arm draped over her shoulder like before.

Mom's hand was once again on my thigh but this time she was playfully rubbing my leg as I ran my hand up and down her arm. It was halfway through the movie when I felt mom's hand slowly rising higher up my leg and felt my dick become stiff when I realized how close her fingers were getting next to my groin. I squeezed mom's arm and she did the same to my thigh.

It's now or never. I thought and leaned over kissing mom's forehead as it lay on my arm.

Mom stretched extending her left hand out as her right hand rubbed all the way down my leg to my knee and slowly back up to just below my manhood. She looked up at me and whispered, "This is so nice."

I lowered my head once more and kissed mom on the tip nose and felt her hand just graze my crotch as she cooed in contentment. Again I kissed her; this time lightly on her lips which mom welcomed by opening her mouth and kissing me back as her hand ran across my crotch sending a shiver up my spin. Our passion built as we kissed more deeply and I extended my arm from the top of mom's shoulder to across her chest and slowly fondled breast. Mom's hand cupped my balls as she seductively whispered, "We shouldn't be doing this."

Quickly easing my free hand I slipped it under mom's short dress until it was against her mound and replied, "I want this to."

Mom sighed as her eyes closed and her head tilted back. Then as I pressed my hand firmly across her mound, I heard mom mumble lustfully, "Oh my god."

With mom's head still leaning back I lightly pecked her neck and her legs split wider giving my hand more access to her hidden sacred spot. I could feel the heat building between her legs and pressed my thumb hard into her mound until I found her hard clit. Mom's hips pushed at my thumb as her hand fumbled with my trousers until my stiff cock was wrapped in her fingers.

"Oh fuck mom." I groan as she slowly stroked my cock. Kissing mom hard; I slipped my hand inside her panties and snaked a finger into her sweet snatch for the first time.

Unfortunately that caused mom to break our kiss as she released my cock and shrieked. "Caiden we should stop. This is so wrong. I'm your mother."

However I ignored her plea and swiftly went to my knees. Shoving her dress up past her ass before she could protest I hastily tore her panties off and flicked my tongue across her puffy folds. Mom gasped and made a half tempted effort to push me away with her hands whimpering, "Please... Ugh... This is incest."

Mom's pleading became silent as I continued my assault on her pussy lips and when my tongue tickled her clit I felt her hands no longer pushing but pulling at my head. The faster I tongued her little bud the harder she pushed until mom was grinding my face against her pussy as her ass rose off the couch.

As mom wailed and gyrated her love hole on me I managed to slip off my trousers undetected before easing two fingers inside her snatch.

Mom quivered and moaned in contentment as I inserted a third digit and nibbled on her clit.

She then squirmed wildly as I twisted and finger fucked her and when it appeared she was lost in the moment I stood up and moved between her legs. Easing myself forward I kissed mom hard catching her moans in my mouth as I felt my stiff dick bumping against my hand as it feverishly finger fucked her cunt.

Mom's legs pushed her ass high in the air as she panted profusely in my mouth.

Timing her thrusts I quickly removed my fingers and caught her forbidden muff with my cock as it rose from the sofa.

Mom broke our kiss and huffed loudly as I pushed forward and jabbed my pole half way inside her. She gasped "Oh no! Oh my god! We can't fuck - Caiden!" But I had gone too far now to stop and as mom pushed on my chest with her hands I rammed the rest inside her and heard mom sigh loudly.

Closing my eyes I pushed and pulled my steel pole hard against my mother's wonderful womb savoring how glorious it felt to have my cock nestled inside her and croaked out, "It's okay mom. I can tell you like it. Your cunt is grasping my dick."

"But it's... Oh... It's incest. We mustn't be... do... ing... thisss..." She implored then opened her eyes widely and yelled, "Oh no! Caiden! You're going to make me c... c... cum!"

"That's it mom. Cum on your son's cock. You know you want to." I hissed as her pussy and legs tightened around me.

"Oh God help me! I'm cumming!" Mom howled as her body shuddered and I fucked her faster until I exploded inside her.

Resting my head on her pounding chest, I heard mom say, "We can't ever do that again." But I just looked up and smiled as I stretched up and kissed her. And as I kept my lips to hers I began to slowly move my still lodged dick and felt her cunt twitch. I pushed again and felt another twitch and yet again and again. Slowly my dick began to stiffen and as it did I increased my speed until once again mom was moaning as I shoved in and out of her.

No longer pleading mom lifted her legs up which allowed me to ease them over my shoulders and slam my raging boner deeper yet into her forbidden hole.

Mom thrashed and wailed yelling "YESS!! Fuck me Caiden! Fuck mommy harder. I'm cumming! Oh my god I'm cumming again!"

I felt mom gush as my balls smashed against her skin while she came for a second time. I fucked straight through her orgasm and heard her whimper, "Cum for me Caiden I want to feel you cum."

"Not... Yet... Mom..." I grunted and pulled out just long enough to spin her round and face the sofa. Mom put her arms over the back of the couch and eased her ass towards me as I took hold of her hips and slid balls deep back inside her cunt.

Mom was pushing back meeting my every thrust and screamed out. "Oh my god you're fucking me better than your father!"

I could feel my sperm getting ready to blow and grunted. "I'm going to blow any second mom." I felt mom tighten her pussy around my dick.Quickly I grabbed mom's arms and pulled them back to me as I slammed my dick feverishly in and out of her soaked snatch until we climaxed together. Unfortunately that was the point when dad's car pulled up into the driveway, sending me and mom into a frantic effort to fix our clothes. Mom quickly stuffed her torn panties into my pants pocket just as we dashed back to the couch and pretended to be enjoying the movie.

Dad entered the dim room and asked why the room was so dark and mom quickly said. "Your son and I are watching what's left of this movie. Unlike you he enjoys my company."

"Well umm. I'll let you to get back to it then. I'm kind of beat."

Mom made a "Hmpf" sound and dad slowly went up stairs.

Once dad was out of sight mom kissed me and whispered, "Caiden that was wonderful but really that has to be the last time. No matter how much we enjoyed it. We can never ever do that again."

I fought the urge to smile at mom's comment and just nodded in agreement.

When the movie ended mom gave me a quick peck and said goodnight and I just watched her ass sway as she left the room.

I secured the house for the night and headed to my room.

I lay in my bed and relived what had taken place earlier and wickedly thought to myself. No way is that going to be the end of us fucking.

Getting out of bed I setup a new candle and lit it. But instead of following the normal routine I lay on my bed naked and slowly stroked my cock as I looked at the flame and said, "You want this cock mom. You have to have it. You can't fight the urge to have it inside you again."

I kept saying that phrase over and over and when the candle was just about half burned down I heard my door creak slowly opening. Through the dim candle light I watched as my mother crept haltingly towards me wearing a black laced baby doll. Her nipples were stiff and her eyes were glued to my dick as I leisurely stroked it. When she was halfway to my bed mom stripped off her panties and then came and laid her body next to mine.

In a light whisper I said to her, "I want you mom." I felt her hand gradually taking the place of mine on my dick.

We passionately kissed as mom stroked her hand on my rod but she suddenly broke away and pecked down my body teasingly until her sweet moist lips slipped over my cock head and inhaled it.

"Oh fuck mom that feels so good." I croaked as mom danced her slick tongue on my tool. I was just about to blow when mom sat up and straddled me. Holding my dick in her hand she guided it between her slit and eased herself down expelling a light whimper as I slipped inside.

Mom ground herself slowly on top of me but I was already too close to stop myself from exploding and did my best to grunt softly as mom leaned forward and kissed me through my orgasm. With my dick still nestled firmly inside her hot pussy, mom squeezed her legs and gyrated her hips until I was rock hard again. I could feel mom's wet pussy lips sliding hard against my pelvic bone as she increased her tempo until she was riding me fast. Her hands reached behind and took hold of my thighs as she arched her back and wailed loudly, "Oh Fuck! I can't help it. I do love your big cock fucking me!"

"Shh mom shh." I said but mom huffed and yelled, "Yesss! Oh yes! Christ I'm cumming so hard!"

I looked at my door way and there stood my father with his mouth open as mom climaxed and I said. "Oh shit!"

I don't know why but dad just stood there and watched as I continued to fuck his wife until mom also noticed and said. "Watch and learn dear. Your son knows how to make his mommy happy." With that mom bounced hard on my cock; slamming it deep inside her womb, and said, "Cum for me baby! Cum for mommy! Fill me up again!"

That did it and I closed my eyes and grunted as I exploded once more as she ground herself hard and climaxed on my pumping cockhead.

Opening my eyes I looked at the door and dad was gone.

I can't say I blame him for leaving mom and I that night. But since then I've shared mom's bed every night.

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Dean crashed back in his chair as he thought over what he just read. However as he did he began to realize his own dick was rock hard, and his underwear was soaked with precum.

Oh my god. I can't believe how turned on that made me. Dean ponders. But then he questioned why did it? Was it from reading a sex story, or did the idea of incest have a part in his unbelievable hornyness?

Dean closed his eyes and pictured Caiden and Johanna as he first began to seduce her on the sofa and rubbed his hard cock through his pants as he watch it unfold in his mind. It wasn't long before Dean was stroking off to Johanna being fucked by her own son. However, as Dean's climax built to its ultimate height, Johanna's face changed to Macey's his own mother, and she was huffing profusely yelling, "Fuck me Dean. Fuck me."

Dean exploded like never before, splattering his sperm everywhere as he grunted and bucked off the chair. He made such a racket that his mom yelled from the hall, "Everything ok?"

"Hughh! Oh yea mom. Everything is fine." Dean replied as he surveyed the mess he had made. Quietly Dean rose from the chair and cleaned up. He couldn't believe his own mind had taken him on such a journey. But that was just the beginning of Dean's downward spiral.As Dean awoke the next morning, he questioned his moral compass. It was apparent that after reading the incest story a hidden demon had awoken and caused him to see his mother in a different light. But now that it was out, could he control it? Alternatively, did he even want to? As he questioned himself, images of his mom naked remerged and his dick was rock hard once again.

Dean shook his head and rocketed out of bed mumbling, "I have to stop this crazy thinking."

Dean dressed quickly and greeted his mother who was standing next to the counter in the kitchen sipping her coffee. As Dean walked towards his mom he noticed her eyes shifted from his face to his groin. He looked down to see if he was still stiff; he was! Dean's face turned red as he said, "Oh sorry mom."

Macey laughingly said, "For what?"

Dean couldn't speak and just looked at his mom when she softly touched his shoulder.

"If you're sorry for having a hard on, get used to apologizing. Boys your age tend to have them quite often."

"Oh... Well... Um... This is kind of awkward for me."

Again, his mother chuckled and patted his shoulder saying, "Okay honey I won't embarrass you anymore." as she walked into the other room.

Dean fixed himself a coffee and drank it quickly knowing he had to rush out the door before he was late for class. His mother was already heading out the door, by the time he was putting the cup in the sink and hollered "Have a good day honey."

"You too mom."

Dean headed to class and was almost at the front entrance when he noticed Cathal waving him over. He was standing next to an older woman and heard him say, "This is the person that helped me yesterday mom."

The woman shook Dean's hand and said, "Hi I'm Miranda. I wanted to meet you. Cathal told me what you did."

"Honestly it was nothing." Dean replied.

"Well it mattered to Cathal and I."

"Just did what I could. I have to run now before I'm late." Dean said as he departed.

Dean had trouble concentrating that day. The story that he read and the sinful image of his mother between his legs plagued him until he got back home. To make matters worse he found himself wanting to read more. Not sure if that was the only story dealing with motherly love he couldn't help but fire up his PC to see what the next one titled "Oily Love" entailed.

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Hi, I'm Kirtus and this tale of forbidden passion tells of how my mother Carmela and I came to be lovers.

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Well... That answers that. Dean thought as he went on reading.

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Carmela lost her husband, my father in a freak accident when I was 12 and has been a single hard-working woman since then. Her job as a department store clerk has kept us feed and sheltered until I turned 18 and could help out by stocking shelves at a grocery store on the weekends.

My mother is a very attractive woman. I'm not just saying that because she's my mom. It's true. Her figure at 42 is that of a woman half her age, and I love the way her long blonde hair catches the slightest breeze and flows gracefully over her shoulders. Mom's eyes are blue, and her skin is pale. However, what really sets me off are her large d cup breasts.

Many nights I would lie on my back and fantasize about her kneeling in front of me pressing her jugs together as I slide my cock between them until I came.

This grew worse as time passed, and now I find myself wondering if it might actually be achievable. I mean mom did tell me nothing was impossible if I put my mind to it.

So after school I would look online for information I might be able to use. Nevertheless, nothing came to mind until the day mom came home from work exhausted and crashed on the love seat rubbing her feet. Apparently, the store is doing a makeover, and mom helped to get it ready. However, that required her to spend the entire day standing in her heels. That's when the idea popped into my devilish mind, and I said, "Hey mom. Why don't I rub your feet for a couple of minutes?"

Mom's eyes perked up and hesitantly responded, "That sounds wonderful honey. Let me kick these off."

Mom slipped her shoes off and held her right stocking covered foot out to me as I sat cross-legged in front of her. Taking my hands, I began to knead her foot from heel to toe and felt my dick twitch when light moans expelled from her lips.

Switching to her other foot, I gave it the same attention and noticed mom had closed her eyes. I took that opportunity to scan mom's body and trailed my eyes from her calves slowly up to where her legs disappeared under her dark-blue skirt.

"Mmm. Honey... This feels so wonderful. You have no idea what it's doing to me." Mom cooed as she wiggled her toes in my hands.

I was just about to change my tactic and work on her calves when mom pulled her foot away and said, "That's much better dear. I should get dinner on before you put me to sleep doing that."

Mom rose and walked away leaving me still crossed leg on the floor as I admired her ass wiggle into the next room.

At dinner mom kept thanking me for doing such a good job. I interjected and made a bold suggestion hoping mom would buy into my little white lie. "You know mom I've been reading up on being a masseur and was thinking about maybe making it a career."

"Really?" Mom responded.

"Yeah... So I have this idea. Why don't I practice some of what I've read on you after work? That would help us both out."

Mom chuckled and replied, "I thought you were serous for a moment there."

"What do you mean? I am being serous."

"Honey... The offer sounds nice. But I wouldn't be comfortable with you rubbing your hands all over my body like a masseur."

"Why not?"

"It... It just wouldn't feel right that's all."

"Mom... Are you saying I make you uncomfortable?"

"No... I didn't mean it like that. It's just... Well... Just not proper having my son rub his hands all over my body."

"Jesus mom." I said. This took mom by surprise since I don't talk like that around her. But carried on. "Okay... Then just forget about it. I'll see if Christy might let me practice on her."

I could tell that hit a nerve. Christy and I dated back when I was 16 and mom never cared much for her.

Mom sat back in her chair and had a mulish appearance then replied, "Okay... Okay... You can practice on me. However, there are a couple of conditions."

"Like what?"

"We do this after dinner, and I have a chance to change out of my work clothes."

"Oh okay that makes sense."

Mom leaned forward and yawped, "And if I feel uncomfortable at any time you stop."

I paused before saying, "I'll agree to that as long as you make an honest effort and not just quickly say you're uncomfortable."

"Agreed." Mom said.

That night I went online and found a website that dealt with making your own sexually stimulating body oils and incense. I flicked through page after page and wrote down the ingredients I needed to make a few that I thought would be a good choice for my sinful deception. I then purchased a used massage table off ebay to make this appear as authentic as I possibly could.

The next day I skipped class to do some shopping and found a small shop that sold exotic oils, spices and herbs. With my list of ingredients in hand, I went searching Isle by Isle for items. However, as I was looking, I heard, "Hi. I'm Blythe the store owner. May I help you find something?"

"Umm... Maybe I'm looking for these items." I said and handed her my list.

"Oh... I see." The woman replied as she scanned over my paper.

"Hmm... May I enquire what you're going to do with these ingredients?"

I explained how I was going to make my own massage oils and saw her face gleam.

"I take it this is a special person you're going to be using this on?" She said, as she handed me back my list.

"Well, yes it is."

"You know I think I might have what you're looking for already made up."

"Wow, that's great." I said and followed her to a door at the back that was draped with stringed beads.

As we went into the back room, I couldn't help but notice all the odd items scattered about. There were stuffed birds and reptiles in jars. Strange dried plants hanging from the ceiling and several flasks of elixirs stored on shelves, which made me pause and ask, "What's all this stuff for?"

"Oh... Didn't I mention? I'm a white witch!"

"A what?"

Laughing she repeated, "A white witch silly."

"Oh... Um... Well, I don't know about this." I responded cautiously.

"Don't let the term witch scare you. I don't practice anything that has negative effects. Only positive ones. Like love and happiness. If you're serious about having a romantic evening with your girlfriend. I'm sure my massage oil will have a positive effect on her. If it doesn't I'll refund your money."

"Okay, I'll give it a try."

Blythe handed me the oil and recommended some incense she also made up that would help mom get relaxed before I got started.

I paid Blythe and thanked her for the help.

"Anytime, and remember if your girlfriend doesn't like it, just bring it back."

I just smiled and nodded thinking. If she only knew who I was using this on.

That evening before mom rolled in. I took the initiative and made supper. I did that for two reasons. One being the obvious. It would help get me to massage mom quicker, and second, I figured mom would appreciate the effort. As I was setting the table, I heard heels clicking on the floor and mom toss her purse on the chair.

"Wow mom, another tough day?"

"Yes, I'm totally drained. What's all this?

"Just a little surprise." I replied as I set the casserole on the table.

Mom chuckled and shook her head as she sat down, "Sometimes you do impress me Kirtus."

"I try mom. I try."

Mom sniffed the air as she looked around the room, "What's that smell?"

"Oh just something I picked up today. It's supposed to help you relax." I said pointing at the incense I had been burning in the other room.

I had to admit the smell was very nice. I could detect the aroma of vanilla mixed with some type of flora I couldn't make out.

My dinner, on the other hand, was a different story all together. It was apparent if I wanted to make dinner more often I should take a class or find someone to teach me. The casserole was atrocious, and I apologized to mom when I saw her face scrunch up after taking a bite.

"It's okay Kirt... It's the thought that counts. Why don't I make us something quick?"

I was disappointed but agreed since I felt if we kept eating this garbage, we would get food poisoning for sure.

"Don't fret honey. I truly do appreciate what you did. Why don't you go relax while I whip something up?"

"Listen mom I have a better idea. Instead of you cooking let me order us a pizza. My treat."

"That's not necessary honey."

"You can change your clothes while I clean the dishes, and I can then give you a quick massage before the pizza arrives."

"Clean the dishes. Now you're scaring me." Mom chuckled.

"But I won't stop you. As for the massage. Well, I would prefer we eat first."

"Okay mom." I said and began to clean off the table. Mom sat up and ventured over to me. She gave me a quick peck and said, "I'll go change."

I was just about finished with the dishes when mom came back down wearing a jet-black silky sweat suit.

"I'll be in here." Mom yelled and crashed on the sofa in the living room.

However, before I could acknowledge what she said there was a knock at the door.

"I'll get it mom."

Sure enough it was the pizza, and I paid the man. But as I walked toward the dining room mom yelled, "Let's eat it in here."

I set the pizza on the coffee table just as mom flicked off the light next to her. Leaving only the light at the other end of the couch lit.

"That's better." I heard mom say as she leaned forward taking a slice out of the box.

I sat next to mom, and as we ate she described her busy day.

It was an hour later before we finished, and I told mom to sit back as I knelt in front of her.

Once again, I rubbed mom's foot, massaging each of her toes one at a time. Mom sighed and began to relax as I slowly ventured from her foot to her silky covered calf.

Kneading her lower leg, I eased my way up to her knee but felt mom tense up when I rubbed her thigh, so I stopped and said, "Sit up mom."

Mom opened her eyes and sat forward as I quickly maneuvered around her and spread my legs tucking myself behind her and sat down. With mom between my thighs, I took both my hands and lightly rubbed them along the side of mom's neck. She tilted her head from side to side as I worked my fingers softly into her skin.

Mom scooted back, and I glanced down to see her ass just about touching my groin. My cock grew quickly as I had a wicked thought. Should I grab her waist and pull her bottom tight to my rod; I decided against it and forced myself to focus on mom's massage.

Mom began to make little moans and whimpers as I squeezed my hands in sync and eased them down to the top of her shoulders.

"Ah... Yes... Wonderful." Mom expressed as I applied more pressure to her shoulder blades.

Gingerly, I ventured down moms back as I pushed my fingertips in a circular motion until they connected with her bra strap and said, "Hey mom this is in my way," and nudged the strap with my thumbs.

"Sorry dear. But the bra stays."

I sighed and jumped over the strap as I kept my finger routine going until my fingers grazed the top of mom's pants. Time for a change I thought and raked my fingers lightly up her back until I was once again at her shoulders. I did this several times and heard mom coo in contentment until she finally nodded off and jerked her head up right.

"Okay Kirtus. That's enough for the night."

With a light tap on her back, I said, "Okay mom."

Mom rose up and spun around. Leaning over she lightly kissed my head and said, "Thank you honey that was very wonderful."

However, before straightening up, I noticed mom peering down at my swollen prick that was straining under my blue jeans.

"So you were ok with me touching you then?" I quickly said, drawing mom's eyes to my face.

Mom paused for a minute before giving me a slit smile and a quick nod. "I'm feeling a bit sleepy now so I think I'll go turn in."

I waited until mom left and then blew out what was left of the incense before heading to my own room.

The next day my table arrived, and I set it up in the living room prior to mom's arrival.

Since my last attempt at making dinner was such a disaster, I decided to forego making another attempt and splurged once again by ordering some Chinese takeout.

Mom entered the house and immediately spotted the table, "What's that Kirtus?"

"It's a massage table I ordered. If I'm to do this correctly, I'll need it." I said as I lit the incense once again.

Mom shook her head and walked into the dining room. "You bought dinner again?"

"Yeah. I wasn't sure how long it would take to get the table ready, so I just wanted to be safe."

Mom didn't question my logic, so I think she bought into my excuse.

After dinner, mom said she was going to get ready, but I stopped her as she was getting up. "Listen mom. Can you wear your bathing suit instead of your sweats?"

"What? Why?" Mom laughed.

"Well, I have this massage oil I wanted to use, and I think it would ruin your sweats."

Once again, mom shook her head but agreed.

As mom went to change I poured a generous amount of oil into a plastic cup I had set inside a pot of water and began warming it. As the oil heated its sweet aroma filled the kitchen.

"Ok I'm ready." I heard coming from the other room and saw mom all ready stretched out on the table face down and her arms at her side.

I walked slowing into the living room carrying the oil and felt my cock jump as I admired the view of mom's ass, barely covered by the tiny bikini. The bikini was white in color and molded every curve of mom's rear. It was tied at both sides of her hips with a small strap of material.

"Ok mom just relax and let me know how you like this massage." I said as I poured a small amount of oil just below mom's neck. The oil slowly flowed down her spine and halted at the tied strap which acted like a dam.

Slowly, I pushed the oil outward and upward until mom's entire upper back was slick. Kneading my fingers into her back, I vigorously worked it into her flesh. Mom began to lightly sigh as I gingerly pressed my palms firmly down and eased them up both sides of her spine then down towards the outer edge of her back, almost touching the sides of her breasts.

"Oh Kirtus, this is amazing." Mom wooed.

"Thanks mom. Now to your lower back." I said and poured the oil just above her waistband and watched as it pooled in the arch of her back. Like before I pushed the oil outward starting from almost below her strap and steadily went lower. Mom's body began to react. Her hands moved away from her body and were almost to the edge of the table giving me room to run my fingers from the center of her spine around to her sides.

"Oh... What are you doing to me?" I heard, and then noticed mom's ass lifting up slightly as I got close to her bottom.

Mom made a "hmpf" sound when my thumbs grazed her bikini line, and I slowly eased my thumbs just under the edge of the material and ran my hands around the waistband towards the front, before reversing back to her lower spine.

"Mmm... Oh..." Mom murmured softly as I ever so slowly coaxed my fingers a little further under her bikini.

My hand was just about to graze mom's ass crack when she adjusted her arms and lifted herself upward arching her back and said, "Ok young man that's far enough."

"All right mom." I said as I pulled my hands away and grabbed the oil again.

Holding the cup over mom's legs, I dribbled a line from the middle of her thighs down to her lower calves, and as I did this mom laid herself back down.

The warm oil glistened on her skin, and I watched as it smeared down between her legs.

Placing my palms on mom's calves I kneaded and twisted the oil into her smooth soft skin as I inched my way up her legs.

Mom's breath became long and hard, and her legs parted slightly when my hands reached her mid thighs.

My cock throbbed in my pants as I through all caution into the wind and massaged further up mom's thighs.

"Hmph... Hmph... Hmph..." Was the sound I heard as mom lazily ground her pelvic bone on the table and spread her legs further still.

With my hands between mom's thighs, I inched forward and gingerly brushed a thumb across her covered labia.

"Ah... Mmm." Mom sighed as her pussy pushed hard to the table, and her body stiffened.

I cupped mom's mound with my right hand and rubbed it firmly from her clit to her asshole, while I worked to free my stiff dick with the left.

Mom rocked her pussy on my hand, and my cock was just about to be set free when I heard her wheeze, "Oh my god... Oh... So good. Oh so... Ha? Oh my god Kirtus!"

She rapidly sat up on her elbows And I Immediately moved my hand away as mom rocketed off the table.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I was ... Ah" I blurted out as I watched mom rush to her room.

Oh fuck. I screwed that up. I said to myself as I fixed my pants and put the table away.

Mom never ventured out of her room that night. However, come the next morning, I got an ear full.

"What were you thinking Kirtus?"

"Mom I..." I said but was quickly cut off.

"Well, young man. Your massaging of me is over."

"But mom."

"No buts Mr. I can't believe you tried to pull that stunt on me. I'm your mother for Christ sakes!""Mom I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. It won't happen again."

"Your right it won't ever happen again." And with that, mom left the room and went to work.

I gathered up the incense and oil and immediate went to Blythe's establishment.

Upon entering the store, I saw Blythe smiling behind the counter.

"So how did things go?" Blythe asked as I walked towards her.

"Not so good. That's why I'm here."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, at first it appeared to be working. But then. Well, everything fell apart."

"Oh... I'm sorry about that. Can you tell me what happened?"

I told Blythe a half truth version of what happened so as not to reveal that the girl was really my mother.

Blythe paused for a minute when I finished and said, "It sounds to me your girlfriend might be frigid."

"Frigid?" I replied.

"Yes... Does she not get turned on when you try foreplay?"

"You could say that."

"Then I might be able to still help." Blythe replied, and walked into the back room.

Upon her return, she had a reddish glass vial and different incense in her hand.

"Be careful not to over use this." She said as she handed me the items.

"This stuff has been known to work extremely well with women who are having trouble getting stimulated and excited. I only sell this on rare occasions since its effects could be misused."

"Misused?"

"Yes, once the oil penetrates the skin a strong sexual euphoria over takes the person, making them susceptible to any sexual advances."

"Oh okay I'll be careful then." I said and thanked her once again before leaving.

Excited to try the new concoction I thought of a way to get mom to let me massage her once more and waited impatiently.

However, when mom entered the house, and I executed my feeble excuse why I should massage her again; she wouldn't hear of it. To top it off things stayed like that for the next two weeks.

I was just about to give up all hope when mom came home and looked totally exhausted once again.

"You okay mom?"

Mom sighed and said, "Yes, just a long day."

"Listen mom I know I messed up big time, but I promise that won't happen again. Just give me one more chance."

Mom paused for a couple of seconds. It was obvious she was pondering over my idea and finally replied, "Okay; I'll give you one last chance, but if you make any inappropriate move. That will be it Mr."

"I promise I'll be careful mom."

I could tell mom was still hesitant on the idea, but eventually she agreed.

As mom left to change I set up the table and added a white sheet on top of it.

Mom re-emerged wearing her little bikini and firmly said, "Remember no funny business Mr. or this will be the last time." She then lay face down on the table.

I walked over to the wall switch and dimmed the lights and ignited a new incense stick. The strange fragrance filled the room quickly, and I told mom I would be right back.

I went to the kitchen to heat the oil in a pot of water and while it was warming I rushed to my room and changed out of my clothes and underwear as the previous time my jeans painfully constrained my stiff cock. Grabbing a pair of loose fitting sweat pants and a light tee shirt I muttered to myself, "These should be good." I headed back to the kitchen.

Mom didn't raise her head when I returned but did question the new aroma.

"It's something I figured I'd try. It's supposed to open your senses." I said as I held the oil over mom's back.

"Okay here goes." I announced and ran a thin bead of the oil down mom's back which caused her to flinch and tighten up.

"Oh... That's quite warm."

"Sorry mom. I just finished heating it. It should cool down as I massage you." I replied as I placed the oil down.

When I returned to mom, I slowly moved the liquid from her spine outward in all directions letting it absorb into her skin. Mom sighed as I worked my thumbs into her pressure points and paced myself even slower than the previous time. I massaged mom for almost five minutes when I noticed her body begin to squirm and her breath become heavy as I moved my hands up and down her back.

I stopped massaging mom's back and picked up the oil. Holding it over mom's legs, I dribbled it from her thighs down to her toes.

I applied thumb pressure to the sole of mom's foot, and she softly moaned as her toes curled up. Kneading and rubbing, I slowly inched my way up mom's legs. The higher I went the heavier her breath got until she was huffing loudly. Mom's hands lightly grasped at the sheet and she wooed, "I never felt like this. What are you doing to me?"

Brazenly I suggested for her to roll over, and mom sat up on her elbows and questionably looked at me.

"Really mom. I'll be careful, let me just do your tummy and legs."

Slowly, mom turned over and I put a small amount of oil on her tummy. I watched as it pooled at her navel, and mom inhaled deeply. With my palm, I started with a small circular motion and moved my hand outward. It wasn't long before mom's eyes were closed, and she was breathing heavy again.

I applied the oil to my hand, and pressed it firmly on her tummy while cautiously guiding it up between her breasts. Mom tilted her head and opened one eye warning, "Careful there."

I just nodded and added my second hand. Now with both hands in sync I ran them between her bosom and back to her tummy. However, every second run up my hands would go to the sides of mom's chest just scrapping the out edge of her bust.

In no time, mom settled back, and I moved my hand closer to her breast until my thumbs were lightly rubbing the outside edge of her bikini top. Mom's mouth parted and light whimpers escaped her lips.

Removing my hands softly from her tummy, I picked up the oil and ran a light bead of oil up mom's legs until it reached her bikini bottoms.

I watched as the oil flowed down between mom's legs and she squirmed on the table.

The oil must be taking effect. I thought and patiently started to rub her feet.

Mom's wriggling intensified and she began to make pleasurable moans as I worked my thumbs into the arches of her feet.

Ever so slowly I massage up mom's legs, alternating from one to the other and noticed mom's hips would twitch every time I reapplied my hand to the other leg. I was at mom's upper thigh applying some light pressure, when her legs parted just enough for me to see a damp spot forming.

"How's this feel mom?" I said and pressed my thumbs firmly into the inside of her thighs and ran them upward until they almost touched her covered mound.

"Ah..." She blurted, as I slowly eased my hand back down.

Several times I ran my thumbs-up to just about touching her pussy and heard her moans get more intense with every trip until I eventually grazed her labia once again.

"Oh!!" Mom whined and arched her back while her head tilted to the side.

I made one last stroke up her thighs, but this time with my thumbs I pinched her bikini covered clitoris between them.

Mom wailed and her ass leapt off the table as I slowly tweaked her little bud with my thumbs.

"Oh Kirt... Oh... You... You promised." Mom whimpered as her hips bucked up and down.

"Shh mom. It's just another form of a massage."

Mom groaned and clutched at the table as her bikini bottoms became soaked with her own juices. As soon as I was sure, she was in an ecstatic state I quickly pushed under her bikini and slid two fingers deep into her snatch; my other hand tugging at the strings to untie the bottoms. Mom huffed and gyrated her hips as I finger fucked her, and my other hand pushed her top up and pinched her nipples.

"Oh my god Kirtus. I shouldn't be letting you do this. We should... Ssstop... Before... Oh..."

"Shhh mom, just enjoy it." I said and added a third digit into her cunt.

Mom was bucking and thrashing around as I leaned forward and took a nipple in my mouth while I eased my sweat pants off.

Before mom could object again, I kissed her passionately and her legs spread wider.

Mom put her hands around my neck and pushed our lips tightly as we mingled our tongues together.

With our lips locked, I managed to maneuver myself onto the table and between her legs resting my stiff cock on top of her folds and felt her huff in my mouth.

Mom broke our kiss and looked shocked saying, "This is so wrong! You're my son for god sakes!"

However, no sooner did mom say that, I felt her hand hesitantly take hold of my cock and stroke it while she slowly guided it down until I felt her pussy lips touch the tip of my dick.

I nudged forward and felt my cock easily slip halfway inside her slick snatch and heard her whimper, "Oh my god. I'm letting my son fuck me."

Mom gasped and arched her back as I sank deeper into her forbidden place. I felt her legs wrap around me as her hand grasped my ass and pulled my full length into her.

Slowly at first I pushed in and out of her; gradually building up my tempo until we were both fucking wildly on the table.

"Oh fuck. Yes. This feels too good to be wrong. Oh... Fuck! Oh Fuck!! OH I'M CUMMING!!" She screamed as I pounded away.

Mom came hard, and it wasn't long before I plastered her insides with my juices, and my own body trembled with excitement and release.

Mom sat up on her elbows as I slowly pulled my spent pecker of out her and heard her say with bated breath, "Kiss me."

Leaning forward I locked lips with mom and felt her grab hold of my limp cock and squeeze it between her fingers. Mom slowly jerked me off but suddenly stopped and pushed me backwards.

Mom eased herself forward and inhaled my dick into her mouth, and I groaned, "Oh fuck mom."

Mom's head bobbed up and down as her fingers toyed with my balls until I was back to full size. Easing herself up mom straddled over me and grasped my cock hard, lined it up to her pussy and hissed, "Oh... Yes... Mommy needs this."

As my meat penetrated her once again, Mom rode me hard gyrating her hips and wailed. "Make me cum again Kirtus."

I matched mom's rhythm and pushed up hard as her legs squeezed tightly on me; then heard her scream. "Oh fuck I'm cumming so hard!" Seconds later I exploded once more inside her, and we both crashed in total exhaustion.

Since that night, I haven't' needed to use any of the oils from Blythe. Mom and I take turns massaging each other before we lay down and fuck ourselves to sleep, and mom doesn't come home exhausted anymore. I guess a good fuck is all that is needed to help get her through those tiring days.

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Holly shit! Dean thought as he quit reading. Then he looked down and saw his hard dick nestled in his hand with precum dripping everywhere.

Confused as to why the stories were having such a mesmerizing effect on him; he tried to rationalize why it's happening. However, his mind had other ideas, and once again his thoughts pictured the son in the story massaging his mother seductively. And once again, the images change to him and his own mother.

With his hand still holding his cock, he stroked it as the images of his mother's body thrusting off the bed while his fingers slide deep inside her snatch consumed him.

Faster Dean jerked as his mother yelled in his mind to make her cum until he finally exploded and shot his load all over the room.

Dean stood up and surveyed the mess before he made an effort to clean it up. But as he did he became more perplex over his new incestuous thoughts.

I have to quit this kind of thinking. He told himself as he ventures down the hall to the bathroom and noticed the door was closed. It was apparent his mother was taking a shower when he heard the water running.

But as he turned to walk away he paused as a wicked thought entered his mind.

Slowly, Dean turned the knob and quietly opened the door.

Peaking inside he could see his mother's naked body behind the glass shower door and his hand immediately went to his cock, and he stroked it long and hard.

Dean worked himself back up to a frenzy and almost didn't hear the water had turned off. Quickly, he closed the door and raced back to his room wondering what could have possessed him to do such a thing. However, after seeing his mother naked and washing he realized his cock had never been that stiff before. Just then outside the door he heard his mother say, "Were you at the bathroom door before?"

"Um... No mom?"

There was an extremely long pause before he heard, "Ok! It's just that I thought I heard you?"

"Nope. I've been in here working on my report."

"Ok well supper will be ready in about a half hour."

Dean listened as he heard his mother's footsteps fade away. Phew that was close. He thought.

Why am I being like this? This isn't right. It's my mother for god sakes. Dean thought as he turned off the pc before heading downstairs.

As Dean sat at the dinner table, his mom asked from the kitchen, "You finish your report?"

"Um no I just needed to take a break."

"We'll supper just about finished." His mom said as she stood over the stove.

Dean couldn't help but eye his mother's fanny as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. His cock once again grew as his lust built and wondered what it might be like to run his tongue up her ass crack.

When his hand rubbed his dick over his jeans, he shook his head, and mumbled, "Holly fuck I can't stop thinking about this."

"What did you say honey?"

"Oh nothing mom just going over some stuff in my head."

"Well save it for later. Super is ready."

Dean lowered his head but kept his eyes watching her as she bent forward and lowered the serving tray in front of him.

Dean's jaw dropped as he gawked at her large breast squished and pushed halfway out of her low-cut top.

"Hey you checking me out?"

"Hugh? Oh no. Sorry mom. I was just um..."

His mother laughingly replied, "I know what you were doing." But then followed up in a sincerer tone, "It's okay Dean. I probably shouldn't be wearing such a low-cut shirt. I can see it's affecting you. You're not my little boy anymore. I keep forgetting you're a young man now."

"Well. I... I guess your right mom."

Dean and his mother discussed their day as they ate their meal and retired to the living room to watch some TV before going to sleep.

However, as Dean watched the television, he couldn't help but ponder over what his mother said.

Maybe this is just what happens when your hormones are changing. Dean thought and noticed his mother sitting up.

Dean's mom walked, leaned over him and said, "I'm getting tired; I think I'll turn in early tonight."

Once again, Dean caught a nice view of her cleavage but also notices her kiss seamed to linger longer than usual. She also slowly lifted herself back up and smiled devilishly at him before saying, "Have a good night son."

"Night mom?" Was all he could say as she sauntered away leaving him to ponder if it was just his imagination or was she really flirting with him?

Dean rolled the idea in his head for another half-hour before he ventures to his own room. But has he passed by his mother room, he could hear soft moans coming from behind the doorway. Pausing for a moment he listened, and it became obvious to him. His mother was masturbating.

Holy fuck. He thought. Oh I'd better scram before she knows I'm here, and tip toed to his room. Once inside he laid on his bed but the thought of his mom fingering herself was driving him crazy.

I wonder? He thought and quietly opened his door and strained to listen. Even though the sounds of pleasure that were coming from his mother's room were barely noticeable it was enough to kick his incestuous thoughts back into gear.

Dean slid his body down the doorway and rested his head on the door jamb. He pointed his ear towards the muffled whimpers and whines and jerked off to the subtle sounds he heard.

It wasn't long before her tone increase and become a little louder it was apparent she was about to cum, which sent him over the edge.

But as he exploded listening to his mother cumming he lightly heard her moan, "Oh Dean..."

Dean soundlessly shut his door and cleaned up before he crept into bed and fell asleep wondering if what his mother said was just his wicked imagination.The next morning when Dean met his mother for breakfast he asked, "So how did you sleep?"

His mother looked at him and teasingly replied, "Oh I had a lovely rest. I feel so refreshed today. How about you?"

"I guess I can say the same."

Dean noticed he was running late and quickly finished his meal. Before rushing off, he went to give his mother a quick kiss on the cheek and was startled when she quickly turned her head, and their lips met.

Astonished, Dean pulled back as his mother grinned and said, "Have a great day son."

"Um... You too mom?" Dean replied and went out the door on his way to school.

After school, Dean sat in his room and replayed how his mom acted. Then he felt the need to read more of the sinful tales he discovered online.

I have to stop myself. It's not helping by reading those stories. He thought.

However he couldn't, and as he opened the website he mumbled, "Maybe just one more." There was a new story listed on the page titled "The Black Mirror." That caught his eye, and he began to read.

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Hi, my name is Morgan. My mother Kalea and I now live in a small apartment since my father passed away fourteen months ago. Dad unfortunately didn't have any life insurance and with all the debt and burial expenses, mom was forced to sell the house. It took some time but eventually I adjusted to the life change excepting one small detail. I began to think of my mother in an inappropriate manner.

It happened the night my girlfriend, and I were sitting in the living room, and mom decided to join us. At first, I was fine with it since I wanted mom to like Janis. However, as I sat there listening to them talk for over an hour about nothing in particular, their words became gibberish and my eyes for some reason focused on mom.

Now I've seen my mother's complexion at least a thousand times prior to my turning eighteen. This time it was different. I wasn't looking at her as my mother but as a sexy older woman.

As my eyes trailed down from her long red hair to her succulent c size breasts; that were squashed under her tight fitting low cut white dress; I found myself wondering what it might be like to suckle on one then flicker my tongue over her nipple.

I felt my dick stiffen as my eyes wandered lower until I was staring at her bare knee. Mom had her legs bent and resting to her side on the sofa. However, as mom chatted away with Janis, her leg ever so lightly lifted off the sofa and exposed more of her hidden flesh to my prying eyes. With my raging hard cock tenting my clothes, I peered at mom's inner thighs until my peripheral vision caught mom's hand waving and heard her say, "Hey earth to Morgan."

I looked up at mom's face and noticed her questionable expression as my face reddened.

"So are you going to answer her?" Janis said.

"Hugh? Oh, I'm sorry I was lost in thought."

"I should say so." Mom said. "I asked if you wanted to watch a movie."

"Oh. Um. Sure. If Janis is interested in watching one."

Both of them laughed. Apparently, while I was in 'la la land', they had already discussed which movie they wanted to watch.

Mom put the DVD on and turned off the lights and of course as it began to play it was obviously a chick flick.

Mom and Janis quickly became engrossed in the estrogen filled feature. This was a good thing because whilst the movie played, I again fixated on mom's legs. It got to the point that my cock actually hurt from pressing so hard in my jeans and I needed to find some kind of relief so quickly. I asked if anyone else felt a bit chilly and they both replied, "Yes."

Excusing myself I went and got two blankets and handed one to mom and then sat on the couch and covered Janis and myself with the other. With my bottom half covered, I bent my left leg under the blanket causing it to tent, which allowed me to release my stiff cock undetected.

I don't know why, but having my dick out and my mother only feet away, caused me to do something daring. As mom watched the movie, I slowly maneuvered Janis's hand to my exposed cock. She gasped softly as she looked at my mother, and I whispered, "Shh."

Janis did try to pull her hand away, but I kept it firmly in place moving it slowly across my shaft until she finally took hold of it herself.

Janis slowly stroked me as her head shifted from glancing at mom then back to the television. I, on the other hand, kept my eyes on mom and imagined it was her hand jerking me off. My cum rose quickly, and I gave Janis some subtle hints of its arrival by squeezing her arm and thrusting slightly in her hand. Janis jerked quicker, and I held my breath as my sperm splattered under the cover.

Without moving too hastily she wiped her hand on my chest and pulled it out of the cover and placed it on her lap.

However, I wasn't finished with my little game just yet. Easing my hand over to Janis, I worked it inside her jeans until my fingers were rubbing her little pussy. Once again, I glanced at mom and wished it was her cunt I was dabbling inside of. Janis whimpered softly while I toyed with her clit until she came all over my fingers.

I pulled my hand out of Janis's pants and put my manhood away just as the flick ended and mom asked, "So how did you like the movie?"

I replied, "Different."

"Yes, definitely different." Janis said as she looked at me quite shocked.

Mom got up and said good night leaving, Janis and I alone on the sofa. As mom vanished up the steps, Janis let me have it.

"What the fuck Morgan?!"

"What?"

"You know what! What if your mother caught us doing that? I would have died!"

"I thought it was kind of exciting. I mean you did cum so you must have liked it also?"

"That isn't the point!"

"We'll I'm sorry if I upset you. You want to fool around some more?"

"Oh my god! Your mother is right up stairs. Didn't you hear me say I would die if she caught us?"

"So that is a no then?"

"Ugh! Please just take me home."

Well, I did as she asked and that was the last time I saw Janis. Not that she broke up with me, but because I no longer had an interest in her. I couldn't help but think of mom in this new sexual way; and it tormented me.

I found myself at night jerking off to unthinkable images of mom and I in different sexual positions, as well as checking out her ass and tits every chance I got during the day. That's when I knew I had to do something about this new perversion before I did something stupid.

I looked into ways I might be able to correct this problem myself and came across the subject of self-meditation. After reading a dozen or so articles on the subject, I found an author that was selling a book along with a kit that took my interest. According to her sales pitch, anything was possible if you meditated hard enough. I figured what do I have to lose so I went and placed the order.

After several days, it finally arrived and that night in the comfort of my room, I opened the package and inside was the book along with instructions attached to this eight-inch circular black shiny object. I've never seen such a thing but according to the instruction, it was a black mirror.

After reading the instructions, I hung the mirror, so I could see my reflection in a seated position and then proceed to read the book. It took four nights before I finished reading it and was anxious to try out what I had learned.

Setting a chair in front of the mirror I stared long and hard into it and after a half-hour or so, I noticed a black ring forming in my peripheral vision and over the next several minutes the black ring began to increase until I could only see myself in the black mirror.

That's when I thought to myself.You don't think your mom is sexy. You don't want to fuck your mother. You don't want to fuck your mother. You want to fuck your mother. Wait... What?

Even though my intentions were pure I couldn't yet break the strong sexual drive and desire I was feeling. So night after night I practiced until I began to think of some of the thing's mom and I did together. The thoughts weren't sexual but loving, and I figured this was a good sign.

Over the next two weeks, I gazed at the mirror and meditated and sure enough I wasn't jerking off or checking her out anymore and thought to myself. I did it.

But how wrong I was! On the following night as I meditated, I lost concentration when a sudden strong urge to take a leak came over me. Our bathroom is at the end of the hallway which meant I had to pass by mom's room. As I did I noticed her door was partially open, and this caused me to pause and admire her sleeping body tucked under the covers. As mom slept unaware of my presence, I wondered what she could be dreaming about. I finally left and relieved myself in the toilet.

As I returned to my room, the thought of mom's dreams stayed in my mind and when I returned back to my meditation, I unknowingly concentrated on that. I guess without realizing I could do this, my mind entered my mother's dream and just as if I was a bystander, I watched it unfold.

Mom dreamt about dad and her at the ocean, and I felt my heart sink when I saw him once again. The vision appeared to be so real I could smell and taste the ocean air. In fact, it scared me so much that I broke the connection. That night I lay in bed and was awed by what I found I could do and looked forward to trying it again.

So on the following night when mom went to bed, I concentrated on her dreams once more. After an hour of gazing into the black mirror, an image formed. It grew in size, overtaking the black mirror, until my entire room disappeared and I was in my mother's bedroom.

All the hard work and effort I did to change my thinking of mom was lost. For in mom's slumber was my father once more, except this time he was naked and so was she.

I could feel my sexual desire increase as I watched them fondle each other. My cock stiffened in mom's dream as dad guided mom's head to his groin, and I watched as she bobbed on his dick.

In mom's dream I opened my pants, pulled my dick out, and slowly jerked it off as dad laid mom on her back and got between her spread legs.

My strokes matched dad's pumps as mom wailed and moaned until dad was fucking her fast and hard. I was just about to blow my load when I saw mom looking in my direction and as dad slammed his cock into her snatch I hear her say, "Morgan! Oh my god! What are you doing here?! Why ugh... Why are you jerking off?! Oh no... Aww... Honey stop! Our son is watching us!"

I heard dad reply in a grunt, "I can't I'm too close."

Mom looked horrified as she watched me jerk off until I exploded just as dad filled her womb. That's when I was ejected from mom's dream and found myself back in my room. I could hear mom stirring so I quickly jumped into bed and acted as if I was asleep. I just managed this as mom opened my bedroom door. With my eyes closed I listened as mom just stood at my doorway for what seemed like a half-hour. She finally closed my door and went back to her room.

"Holy Fucking Shit!" I said to myself and felt my cock stirring as wicked thoughts flooded my brain. My new-found power to enter mom's dream and actually being able to take part was sending me down a dark road that maybe I should have avoided. However, I was lost in my lust for mom.

The next morning at breakfast mom didn't say much. Even though I tried to make some small talk with her, she seemed off, and I figured it had to do with what happened last night. So I decided to give mom a couple of days before I attempt to enter her sleep again.

Once mom seemed to be back to her normal self, I waited until mom retired to her room and then I tried again.

It took me a good two hours of meditation before I could enter mom's dream and I kept myself hidden once inside until I was sure what mom was dreaming about.

This time I saw mom was alone sitting on the living room couch sewing something. I swallowed my spit and walked into the room saying, "Hi mom. What you doing?"

Mom looked up at me puzzled and said, "What are you doing here?"

"What do you mean? I live here." I replied as I sat on the couch next to her.

"Oh nothing! It's just that. Well, I just wasn't expecting you."

"Who were you expecting?" I chuckled.

"Your father of course."

"Is that his shirt?" I said.

"Yes. He needs it fixed for his meeting."

I reached out and touched mom's hand, and she looked at me when I blurted out, "I'm sorry about the other night mom."

"What are you talking about?"

"You know what I'm talking about; when you saw me jerking off while you and dad were doing it."

With a shocked looked mom put her sewing down and said, "That wasn't real."

"It was mom. It was real. And I'm sorry it happened. I just couldn't help myself. You're just so fucking hot mom. I had trouble controlling myself. Just like now." I said as I reached down and slowly unzipped my pants.

"Morgan. This isn't happening. It can't be happening."

"It is mom." I replied as I pulled my stiff pecker out and stroked it.

Mom rose quickly from the couch and yelled, "Morgan! Put that back inside your pants! What do you think you're doing?! What if your father comes home?"

"Dad is gone mom! It's just you and me now." I told her as I deliberately worked on my tool. "Don't you see what you're doing to me? Just look how hard I am."

Mom's head was turned, and I watched as her eyes shifted and watched me stroking my cock, long and hard.

"Yea mom. Oh yea... You make me so fucking hot."

"Morgan. Please stop this. It's wrong."

"I can't mom. Oh fuck! Just look at it mom? Why don't you touch it and see it's real?"

"Morgan! I'm your mother. I can't take part in this."

Quickly, I stood up and took hold of her hand. "Just feel it mom." I said as I pushed it onto my rigid pole.

Mom hesitantly enclosed her hand around my shaft, and I groaned, "Oh fuck yeah... See... Doesn't that feel good between your fingers?"

Mom slowly moved her hand back and forth across my shaft as I took hold of her waist and pulled her closer to me.

"Oh Morgan... I shouldn't be doing this with you. It's so wrong of us."

"That's it mom stroke your son's cock. I've wanted you to do this for so long." I replied before grasping her ass and locking my lips to hers.

Mom "hmfed" in my mouth as my tongue forced in between her lips and I felt her resistance melt away as she willingly kissed me back and stroked my cocked harder. Our breath raced as I molded her firm tush in my palms and felt my sperm rising.

Then suddenly mom stopped wanking me and broke our kiss panting, "No Morgan! We... We have to stop this insanity."

I nodded in agreement and cautiously lowered mom down to her knees until her face was staring straight at my cock.

With my left hand, I pointed my dick at mom while my right hand gingerly moved her head toward it and said, "Taste it mom."

Mom looked up at me and slowly shook her head as I eased her closer to my swollen manhood.

Then it happened. Mom lightly kissed the very tip of my mushroom head, and I grunted, "Oh shit!" Followed by, "Holy Fuck!" When her moist lips passed over my cock head, a rush of pleasure I never experienced before consumed me. The feeling of mom taking my shaft down her throat was so real I couldn't stop and hold back. I grabbed her head hard with both hands and thrust forward, forcing my entire shaft inside her mouth as I blew my wad.

Mom sucked and gagged as I came like never before and I almost fell to the floor when my legs began to shake uncontrollably.

Unfortunately, my climax also broke my concentration, and I was once again thrown out of mom's dream and back into the reality of my room.

I looked down to see that my pants were open like in the dream, and had cum splattered all over the place. I guess I was lucky mom didn't decide to check in on me like she did the previous time I tinkered in her mind.

Once again, at breakfast mom seemed different, so I didn't push her into chatting with me. However, I also didn't give her a chance to recover from my dream encounter as I did the previous time, and that night I had another sexual encounter with her.

Mom was lying in her bed this time when I walked into her room naked, holding my stiff dick in my hands.

"No... Not again Morgan. It's so wrong for us to be doing this." Mom said as she covered her body tightly with the covers.

I grasped the sheets with my hands and pulled them clear off the bed, exposing mom's naked body underneath and said, "But it's your turn to cum mom and I'm going to make you cum like never before."

"Please Morgan. I'm your mother. This is incest."

As mom pleaded I grabbed her legs and pulled her body towards me. With mom's legs dangling off the bed, I spread them wide and latched my mouth onto her succulent snatch.

"Oh... Oh... Oh Morgan." I heard as I flicked my tongue across her clit. No longer pleading mom put her hands on top of my head and was pulling me tighter to her love hole as her hips gyrated to and fro.

I inserted two-fingers inside mom's cunt as I sucked on clit until she was bucking hard.

"Christ Morgan this is so wrong." She whined, "But it feels so good. Oh my god! My son is going to make me cum!"

"That's it mom cum for me. Cum hard. I want to taste you." I said and put a third digit inside her.

Mom wailed and moaned her climax building as I fucked her hard with my fingers. Then mom grasped my prying hand with hers and pulled it tight as her body stiffened, and she groaned, "Oh fuck... I'm cumming!" Mom quivered, and I felt her juices flow past my fingers as she arched her back and grunted.

When mom finished I stood between her spread legs and lined my hard cock at her entrance. But just before I could slide inside mom snapped her legs closed and pleaded, "No... Not that Morgan. We can't fuck."

"But mom! I know you want this also."

"No honey that is too far for us to go."

Mom sat up and took hold of my cock and stroked it and said, "I'll make you feel good another way."

After a couple of long strokes, mom leaned forward and inhaled my cock in her mouth and bobbed on it once more.

As mom worked her mouth on my dick, I managed to make my way into her room for real without breaking my concentration. My vision resembled what a double exposed picture would look like and could see what mom was doing in her dream and what I was doing in real life. Once I got next to mom's bed for real, I pulled my pants down and nudged my cock next to mom's lips and just like in her dream mom opened her mouth and inhaled it.

Just like in her dream the feeling was fantastic and it wasn't long before I was pushing and pulling myself in both places. Mom began to hum on my cock as my sperm became ready for release and just before I blew in real life, I pulled myself out and splattered into my hand. At the same time in mom's dream I blew my load down her throat again.

The climax was too much for me, and I lost my connection to mom's dream and found myself standing next to her inside her room. I tip toed out as quietly as I could as mom stirred in her sleep. But before I made it out of the room I heard mom mumble, "Oh Morgan I love the taste of your cock."

That night I was so turned on by what happened, I couldn't wait to try again. So try I did but to no avail. I just couldn't reconnect with mom's dream and fell asleep totally drained physically and mentally.

Come the next morning. Mom was very standoffish and wouldn't look in my direction, so I said, "Mom everything ok?"

"Hugh oh yeah honey I just had another bad night's sleep."

I wasn't aware you were having trouble sleeping. Maybe you can take a pill to help you." I replied.

"It's not that. It's my dreams. There... Well... Not appropriate."

"Hugh? How can a dream be not appropriate?"

"Never mind honey. It's something I have to figure out myself."

"Hey mom. You know I'm here for you. Tell me what they are about."

Mom sighed and said, "They're about you."

"Me?" I said with my best shocked look, I could whip up.

"Yes... Well also me."

"So both of us are there? I don't see how that is inappropriate. I mean I dream about you all the time."

"You do?" Mom replied puzzled.

"Sure. I think it's normal to dream about your family."

"Well these aren't normal by any means."

"Mom! Just tell me already." I said.

With another long sigh mom mumbled, "I'm dreaming about us engaging in different sexual situations."

"OH! Wow maybe you're right mom. That is shocking. But I wouldn't worry too much about it."

"No?"

"Nah! I bet it's only because you've been without dad for such a long time now and just miss the closeness you used to have."

"Maybe? But still, why with you?"

"Well, what other males do you see as much; and besides, I would be lying if I didn't mention I've had some pretty racy dreams about you myself."

"Oh! Really?"

"Yeah." I chuckled. "So don't fret over this. I bet it will pass in time."

Mom appeared more at ease when I finished my talk, and we enjoyed our breakfast together.

Over the next two weeks, I spent more time doing stuff with mom. We went out to dinner, took in a couple of movies, and enjoyed the television at night together. I also did the same in her dreams but kept the sexual stimulations down to just kissing.

My efforts began to pay off, and soon after mom's affections towards me grew stronger, and her attire became a little more revealing. It was then I tried once more in mom's dreams. I made my advances, and was happy when mom reached down and took out my penis on her own.

Mom stroked my dick as we kissed and I fondled her breasts and heard her whisper, "Oh this is so wrong for us to be doing this. But I've missed it so much."

Not wanting to rush this, I slowly removed mom's clothes and she did the same to me. Once we were standing naked in front of each other, I gingerly lay her down on her bed and lightly tickled her folds with my tongue.

"Oh Morgan. Mmm... Ohh." Mom moaned as her hands pushed me hard into her crotch.

While mom was busy enjoying my tongue on her clit, I was slowly making my way to her room in the real world. I had already stripped naked and was just about to lie next her when mom climaxed in her sleep.

In mom's dream, I moved my head away from her mound, and she whispered, "Oh my god I came so hard."

"Good mom; now let's see if I can't do it again."

I positioned mom on her side just like she was in real life and tucked myself behind her. Once I was settled in I slowly rubbed her breast, and mom cooed both in her mind and for real and I whispered, "I want to make you feel good mom."

"Oh baby we should stop this madness before... Oh ah." Mom whimpered.

I kissed mom's neck for real and in her dream and eased my hand down her body in both realms, until I had two fingers slipped inside her snatch and said, "Jesus mom you're so wet."

"Oh honey you're turning me on again. I shouldn't be enjoying this."

Yesss... That's it mom. Give into your desires." I interjected as I grasped her hand and placed it on my hard cock both in her dream and for real.

"Can you feel how hard you've made me?"

"Oh yes. You're so hard." Mom hissed.

"Stroke it mom." I urged and mom stroked it for real just like in her dream.

Slowly, I removed her panties with my free hand as she whimpered in her sleep, and once they were free I added another digit into her cunt.

Mom groaned out load as I twisted my fingers in her and said in her dream, "Oh mom your pussy is grabbing my fingers."

"Oh honey. You've made mommy so horny."

"You like me fucking you with my fingers don't you?"

"Oh I shouldn't. But I do. God help me."

"You want to cum again don't you? You want to cum on your son's fingers."

In her dream and out load, mom replied, "Yes!!! God yes! Fuck mommy with your fingers!"

Mom's hand stroked my cock hard as her ass pushed back until it brushed against my groin.

Slowly, I nudged myself closer until my cock head was continuously banging against her ass crack as she pushed back in her sleep and in her dream.

I stopped fingering mom and rubbed her clit feverishly as I pushed my stiff wood hard against her. Mom removed her hand and spread her legs wide while she eased back and let my dick glide over her folds.

Mom's breath raced in her sleep as I sawed my cock across her pussy lips and said, "You want this inside you, don't you?"

"Oh Morgan. We shouldn't."

"But you want it don't you?" I said and nudged until the tip of my cock just barely parted her folds.

"Mmm Yes..." Mom hissed.

Slowly, in her unconscious state, I inched more of my meat into her hot pussy. She gasped as her ass pushed back and caused half my length to sink into her.

"Oh fuck mom." I grunted out loud and took hold of her waist and thrust myself forward sending my entire manhood into her welcoming snatch. I fucked mom for real and in her mind and started to lose my ability to stay in mom's dream.

The feeling of her warm wet cunt sucking me inside her as I pounded away was becoming too much for me to control, and it didn't help hearing mom wailing out loud and in her dream, "Fuck me honey. Fuck mommy. I want you to fuck me harder."

Mad with lust, I wasn't in her dream anymore when I pulled my dick out and rolled mom on her back. In her limp state, I spread her legs wide and got between them. With one hard push, I buried my cock deep into her snatch, and she wailed out loud as her back arched off the bed for real.

Mom moaned and groaned as I pounded away until her cunt clutched my cock tightly. Then her eyes opened, and she yelled, "Oh my god! It's real! Ugh... Ugh... Oh no! Oh no! We... We're... We're fucking!!!"

Mom's eyes snapped shut, and I felt her body stiffen as her juices flooded inside her. As I fucked straight through her orgasm, I said, "I always wanted this mom. I couldn't help it. You're so fucking hot mom!"

Mom grabbed my ass and pulled me tight into her as her legs rose off the bed and spread wider and screamed, "Fuck me! Fuck your mother! Christ I want this too!"

Like wild animals, we fucked until mom climaxed again and with one deep long thrust, I exploded.

"Oh I can feel your sperm filling me." Mom said and pulled my ass tight as she squeezed her legs on my sides. My mind went into a haze as I pumped and pumped my hot cum into her.

Exhausted and overwhelmed with really fucking mom I crashed on top of her and listened to her pounding chest.

"My god Morgan! What have we done?" I heard mom say.

As I rolled myself off her, I said, "What I think deep down we always wanted to do this."

Mom rolled onto her side and pecked my lips lightly and said, "We'll discuss it in the morning." She cuddled her body up close next to mine until I fell asleep.

Come the next morning, I abruptly awoke feeling something warm and wet sliding along my already swollen shaft and looking down seeing mom still naked and bobbing her head on me, I croaked, "Oh Christ mom!"

"Shhh baby. You were right. I can't deny it anymore. I loved the way your cock felt in me." Mom said with a devilish grin as she stroked my dick.

"But this must stay just between us." I heard her say as she straddled my body and positioned her pussy over my stiff prick.

I just nodded yes as mom lowered herself down until my stiff member was fully inside her.

Mom rocked back and forth grinding herself hard on me moaning, "Oh Morgan you feel so good inside me. Make mommy cum again."

So as mom gyrated her hips, I pushed upward and took hold of her breasts kneading them in my hands.

Mom moaned and wailed until she leaned forward, and we locked in a deep passionate kiss.

Our breaths raced as mom met my every thrust, and I grasped her ass in my hands.

"Oh fuck I'm cumming!" Mom screamed and dug her nails into my chest.

I still hadn't cum yet so I rolled mom over with my dick still buried inside her, and once she was on her back, I got on my knees and fucked her as hard as I could.

"Oh my god! Oh my god!" Mom whimpered as I pounded her cunt.

"Fuck mom your cunt is grabbing my dick." I said as I reached down and tickled her clit with my thumb.

"Jesus Morgan I'm going to cum again!" I felt mom's body stiffen just as I reached my own climax and filled her womb once more.

Once again, we both panted as we came down off our sexual high, and as I eased my limp pecker out of mom I said, "I never want to stop doing this with you mom."

Mom just smiled and replied, "It will be our little secret."

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Just then Dean felt a hand touch his shoulder, and he quickly turned around to hear, "Dean! Oh my god you're masturbating!"

Dean looked down to see his stiff cock between his fingers as his mother stood behind him.

"I'm sorry honey. I didn't mean to intrude. I'll let you be." His mother said as she quickly turned around and dashed out the door.

Flabbergasted Dean mumbled as he zipped up his pants, "Oh crap mom caught me."

Dean sat in total silence not sure what he could say to his mother. However, after several minutes, he ventured downstairs and saw his mom sitting at the dinner-table eating with her head hung low.

"Um... I'm sorry mom. I didn't hear you come home."

"No Dean it's my fault. I should have knocked instead of just walking in on you like that. I thought you were doing homework and didn't notice what you were really doing until you turned around."

"Well I'm still sorry mom. I feel so embarrassed."

"Don't be; it's only natural for boys to do that."

Then his mother giggled and said, "That must be some story you were reading. I mean you were really engrossed. Maybe you could send the link to my laptop?"

"Jesus mom! I'm embarrassed enough."

"Ok I'll drop the subject." Macey replied, and they finished their meal in silence.

After Dinner, Dean helped his mother clear the table, and as she washed the dishes, he blatantly admired her ass and wondered what it might be like to take hold of it and feel her firm rear in his palms.

Just then, Macey glanced over her shoulder and teasingly said, "You like watching my ass?"

"Hugh. Oh sorry I err."

Macey chuckled and said, "It's ok Dean, I'm flattered a boy your age appreciates my figure."

Not sure what to do, Dean said, "Well, I think I'll head upstairs. I'll see you in the morning mom."

"Ok sweetie."

Dean crashed on his bed and did his best to fight off the sexual urges he was feeling for his own mother. However his mother's sultry image plagued his confused mind and it wasn't long before, in his feeble mind, he pictured her firm round ass swaying side to side.

"Oh my god why can't I control this urge?" He said as he struggled with his inner demon. But alas it was no use. His cock grew to full size as he imagined his mother's slim figure hidden underneath her tight fitted blue jeans.

No longer able to control his dark desire, he freed his stiff member and masturbated to his mother's sweet tush as it taunted his mind.

Oh my god, just look at that ass. He thought as he worked faster on himself. But then his mind caught him by surprise, for as he envisioned his mother, she turned slowly and appeared to be looking straight into his eyes.

Dean paused his masturbating as he watched his mother teasingly squirm a hand down her pants and sassily say, "Let's do this together."

Slowly Dean began to masturbate again as he pictured his mother matching his strokes.

Her mouth parted and her breath raced as he increased his pace. Faster and faster they both went until he heard her say, "Come for me honey. Come for mama."

Dean went crazy and noticed his mother's body jerking just as he climaxed yelling, "Oh fuck Mom!"

"Did you call me?" Her voice came from just outside his door, sending him into another panic.

"Um no mom."

"I thought I heard you calling me.?"

"No... No I'm um just changing for bed."

"Ok... Goodnight honey." He heard her say.

"Night mom."

Dean crashed on his bed with a sigh of relief. However as he lay there and stared at the ceiling, he came to realize he had become helpless to his own wicked thoughts.

I think I better get some help. Was his last thought before falling asleep.