Monstrous Hero Chapter 31- Mother-Son Bonding (And Bondage) R18*

But with my hands all over her and my tongue performing a tango with her own, there was no way I was letting the opportunity slip from my fingers.

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POV- May Parker

I was quickly losing control. And what made it worse was the delicious enjoyment I had in doing so.

We had been watching movies together, innocently enjoying films with one another on the couch like we used to. We'd even shared a moment after he thanked me for being his mother. I'd always felt I couldn't give him enough, especially since Peter and I moved into his family home. Then when he grew distant, slipping out at night and returning smelling of liquor and sex, both rather difficult to miss, I felt I had failed my friend. My friend who had entrusted me with her son after death. Hearing Nathan say he was thankful I was his second mom felt like the world's greatest relief.

We watched another movie, drank in each other's company, relaxed and open with the other. It was watching the last film that things became…interesting. Watching the playful relationship between characters engaging in BDSM is one thing, even if a little awkward due to the rather vivid scenes. However, watching the scenes, with your adopted son's arm around you, pinning you to their muscular chest as he talks about his own experience with BDSM with his current lover, a woman older than myself, is another thing entirely. Between the sight and feel of his statuesque body, the personification of a god and the erotic descriptions and explanations he gave as we watched the scene, I was trembling with need, desperate for relief and anxious about my son noticing. And then…he asked if I wanted to try BDSM, exploring my legs under his smooth, firm touch while I pleasured myself under the blanket.

Once again, not even a few hours after finally hearing the words I needed to hear; that I was a good mother and he was glad to have me, I felt like I failed my friend. With my pussy-soaked fingers in his mouth, there was no way to deny what I was doing, nor could I deny the effect he had on me. At first, I thought it was the pheromone skill again, which was the reason he moved out according to Nathan, for my own safety. But I realised that was only an excuse. I'd looked at him before, realising the fine young man he was becoming, but over time it developed as my own dry spell and his charms left me craving him even before the movie night. With his well-developed gymnast body with thick muscles and little to no fat even before the superpowers and with his tall frame and beautiful blue eyes, I couldn't help but want him. He was different than Peter. While Peter made me want to care for him, Nate had always invoked something in me I had tried my best to ignore. And so when he left his lips hovering over mine, I took the opportunity. I was a failure, both as a mother and as a friend, but at that moment…I didn't give a shit.

POV- Nathan Cross

The kiss was like nothing I'd had before, as if the relationship we had somehow made the kiss hotter than it should have been. It was warm, sweet and filled me with energy and passion. Drawing back to let her breathe, a long string of spit connecting the two of us, there was no question what tonight would bring.

Sliding my hands under her shirt, I lifted with an easy motion, reinitiating the kiss as my hands explored her legs and waist. An easy snap unhooked the bra that kept her beautiful, perky D's from me and I brought my head down her neck as I groped her, enjoying her size and surprising softness. While her breaths were distracting and her moans more so, I focused on giving her pleasure, finding her weak spots as I went.

When my lips first took her light brown nipple into my mouth, her nails dragged across my back, with her legs tensed and another small release soaked through her shorts. My hands roamed downwards, surprised by the lack of obsolete and performed reluctance. Instead, she shimmied her way out of the remaining clothes with speed and grace. Well as much as she can with her tits arched up into my face while on a couch. I kept her soaked panties though, placing the wet material in my pocket for later.

Dropping to the floor, I pushed her legs up until they met with the back of the sofa, dragging my long tongue across her lips and flicking her clit with the end of the stroke. Again and again, I did so, each time starting slightly lower until, with my tongue circling the most beautiful asshole I'd ever seen, I moved back up, sucking on her enlarged clit as she shrieked, pulling my head in while my two fingers entered her. With my tongue on one side of her clit, flickering over the tip while I sucked on it and my two fingers, pressing against it from within, May let out an ungodly noise, and as her walls tightened, attempting to trap my fingers inside, her juices shot out, dripping down my hand and face.

With May currently out of it, I moved upstairs, grabbing my shibari silk rope, lube and blindfold from my room and bringing it to hers. Tying the ends around the metal frame, I came back downstairs to pick up my seductive mother, lifting her in a princess carry as I brought my new woman to bed.

She woke from her stupor as we entered the room, her hands moving to caress my face and pull me in for another kiss. However, as I placed her on her feet, I rejected the kiss, leaving her a little upset.

"How many times have I gotten you off today?"

"W-What?"

Sliding my fingers up her back and deep into her beautiful thick hair, I took a firm grip, drawing a gasp. "I said how many times have I made you cum today?"

May's embarrassment and shame were obvious as she squeaked out an answer, "Seven."

"Then I think you have some catching up to do to make it up to me." My voice was calm but low and the shiver that ran through her body made me wonder if I was close to eight. May dropped to her knees, thankful for the thick carpet that would provide her cushioning as she knelt before her son, ready to reciprocate some of the affection she had received. The brilliant red face and glassy eyes made her cute as hell, and the shock as she slipped the shorts from my waist was hotter than I should probably admit.

With my member in front of her, her eyes lost clarity, staring lovingly at the meat rod only inches from her face. With a trace of worship, she took it in her hand, giving the hardened pole a few pumps before bringing her face to it, breathing deeply to savour the musk. 'Though I'm not sure it smells much since I showered around 4 this morning. I wonder if she'd prefer that I didn't wash it for a day or two next time?' With enthusiastic, if not skilled licking along the shaft, she lathered my cock in spit, swirling over the head and along each groove before she took it in her mouth. Minutes passed and while her jaw grew sore she pressed, hoping to carry her stud of a son across the line.

My hands, which had massaged her scalp and mauled her tits, took a firm hold of her hair, holding it in fistfuls. "This isn't working, but it's okay. We can practice." I felt her quiver at the idea of us continuing this, not just as a one-night thing, but a repeated event between the two of us. "But for now, I'm going to have to punish you. Don't worry, we can start off light." Keeping her head still, I thrust my hips forward, answering the unasked question in May's mind as my cock head smacked against the back of her throat. "You don't have a gag reflex," I noted in joy, pulling her forward slightly to align her neck as I let myself push further down her throat, not stopping till the trimmed hairs pressed into her nose as she gargled and slobbered on the shaft. The next few minutes were rough for her standards, having only had a few experimental, wild years before marrying young, but nevertheless, I could tell by the wet patch of carpet between her legs that she was loving this as much as I was. 'Possibly more.'

"My mom has no gag reflex, huh? My blowjob queen. My own personal cum-guzzling slut." I felt her body shake as she screamed again, the vibrations bringing me to the edge as they travelled through the cock in her throat. "What do you think? Are you going to be my cum-drinking sex-pet? Well, you have a chance to prove it. Don't spill a drop." Burying myself as deep into her as I could, I released, only drawing back after the first two bursts to release another into her mouth, all of which she swallowed, only failing to keep it from leaking as I pulled back further, coating her lips, face and chest in the final shot.

May was seemingly unable to say anything at this point, busy swallowing her new favourite snack, but groaned as the hot spunk slapped against her bare skin.

"What a shame," I said, my thumb tenderly rubbing her cheek with her head resting in my palm. Her eyes were hazy but she looked beautiful glazed with my cum, but scraping it off with my finger, I popped it into her mouth as she unconsciously cleaned it off. "You spilled quite a bit, May. Perhaps I'll need to spend some time teaching you." Lifting her from the floor and throwing her onto the massive bed, I resumed kissing the milf, sneakily tying her hands together with the shibari rope that was looped through the bedhead.

With her wrists bound firmly, I pulled back from the kiss, watching as the realisation hit her. Instinctively, she used the surge of adrenaline to pull at the bindings but found it useless, trapped under my frame as lips lay a trail of kisses down her neck.

"The first lesson," I say trailing my index finger across her cheek and lips, down to her chin and continuing downwards with an easy slowness, "is that getting off is not about the good stuff. It's about the fun stuff." My finger ran down her neck and chest, dragging along her drool-worthy breasts and avoiding the nipple, instead circling the areola. Leaning further over her body, I hover my lips only inches from her own, keeping her pressed flat with my other hand that held her throat. "The difference being, all that licking and sucking and... other stuff can be good. But what really gets people going?" Licking her wine-tasting top lip, mixed with a salty aftertaste, I leaned back, narrowly dodging the desperate attempt of my sexy mother as she leaned forward to take my lips with hers. "... is the anticipation."

My trailing fingers moved further down, teasing and playing with the gushing lips and engorged love button. "I could do anything to you right now... do you realize that?" Proving my point by gently squeezing her trapped throat, a moan was quickly followed by a mewl by the beauty beneath me. Giving another kiss to her neck, I whisper, "I could kiss you." "I could bite you," I growl, nibbing on her neck. "I could shove these fingers inside you," I add, ignoring the needy hip motions as she tries to take them inside her, "if I wanted."

"Nathan," she pleaded, almost breathless.

"Hmm, I guess I shouldn't break you my first time." Pulling her knees up into an M, I ran my hard dick right over her slit, coating it in her own lubricant. "Look at me," I ordered, and with reluctance, she brought her head down from the roof to look me in the eyes. "Keep your eyes on mine." I continued pressing against her lips, using my fingers to massage her legs and clit as I did, causing her voice to tremble as she begged.

"Please…Nathan, honey, put it in."

"Beg." This was more one of my kinks, picked up over time with Ophelia, as I loved the feeling of having women, particularly powerful women begging for me to fuck them…and one day, to breed them.

Her voice squeaked as she tried to question me or to get out the words, but she somehow managed, her eyes remaining locked on my blue ones. "Please, Nathan. Please fuck your mommy and put your big dick in me." A wave of euphoria rolled over me at her words paired with her honest, desperate expression. With her mouth no longer needed, I pulled her panties from my pocket, waving them in front of her before I balled them up and shoved them in her mouth, effectively making the slut taste herself while her son fucked her.

And so, drawing back until the tip was lined up, I slid inside. 'Holy fuck she's tight after so long being single. She's amazing.' I wasn't the only one to enjoy myself though as by the time I was balls-deep, her walls collapsed with a shriek as she held my gaze, unwilling to disappoint.

Not one to wait, I rode out her climax, never truly letting it fade as I pumped into her again, each time sending jolts through her body that left her almost mindless. Picking her up her creamy legs and placing them on my shoulders, I leant forward, pushing deeper until the head of my cock was peeping into her womb with every stroke, causing her breaths to become ragged panting as she continuously gushed with bitch-juice. By the time I climaxed, she was practically unconscious, worn out from the repeated climaxes that took a toll on her human body.

Untying her, I threw the rope aside along with the knickers I'd removed from her mouth an hour ago and the blindfold I chose not to use. 'What's the point of incest if you can't see who you're fucking after all?' Curling up behind the blissed-out milf, I fell into the best sleep I've had in a long while.