ONE MOTHER, ONE SON, ONE MORNING

She blushes, trying not to look across at him. Trying dizzily to wipe the sight of his naked body from her mind. She has seen more than enough men naked to feel nothing but disinterest at the sight of yet another, but there is something about him that triggers a rush of long dormant desire and arousal within her.

Could it be the fact that he is hard? That his position upon his bed gives her the opportunity to take in every delicious inch of his cock? She ponders the question in silence, gazing at his manhood as she tries to analyse the source of her desire, desperate to rationalize and then control it. It is, she decides, an admittedly beautiful specimen of its kind. Long and broad and yet also, she thinks guiltily, slender enough to slide oh-so-comfortably into her wet pussy. At the end of the day, though, it is still just a cock; and even though her ex-husband's had been just as attractive when erect, her decision to divorce him had come at a time when she had long since lost track of how many years it had been since the sight of his particular specimen had elicited even a spark of interest in her.

Could it be the sight of the rest of his body, then? Might it be that her arousal is due to nothing more than the fact that he is attractive to her? His body is so far from what she considers her ideal that at first she discounts the thought as being too silly to consider, but she runs her eyes from his groin up to his peacefully sleeping face regardless. What if he were a stranger? What if she awoke to find him knelt over her, his cock jutting upward and toward her face, his hands upon her shoulders as he moved his manhood ever closer to her slowly opening mouth?That body above and on top of her.

Oh God yes, that coulddefinitely be a part of it.

She pushes the image from her mind as quickly as she can, trying not to dwell on the thought of how wonderful his knob might feel upon her out-stretched tongue. Desperately rationalises her feelings once more.

Okay, so his body is just a little bit hot, but at work she's seen plenty of men with bodies that are more attractive and yet she's never once felt her pussy react so strongly to any of them. Of course, she hadn't seen them totally stark naked either, but it wasn't as if their normally miniscule swimming trunks could hide much of anything anyway; and more than once she'd seen a suspiciously straight bulge as they tried to act cool in front of the female sun-bathers...

Then might her arousal be due to something non-physical? Something non-animalistic? Could it be how helpful and supportive he'd always been towards her? Could it be that he'd always helped with the housework whenever he had time? Certainly that was something that her husband had never tried to do, but then she'd never been attracted to that sort of man anyway. Of course real men had to be reliable, but they also had to be strong and dominating; and just how effectively could she expect to be dominated by a man who had had 17 years less than her to master ironing, but still did it far better than she did? No, his being helpful couldn't be the reason why he turned her on; and if it wasn't his body, or the way that he treated her that made her want him so desperately, then there was only one other thing left.

She was turned on because she loved him. Because she loved him as a man and not just as a son.

Oh God, no. I thought I'd gotten over this...

She swallows, staring across the small room at him. Across the floor with its littering of wrapping paper and birthday cards, of beer bottles and pizza cartons. If only she had a glass of wine with which she could forget her feelings towards him, drowning herself in fantasies filled with other men! If only she had the small vibrator with which she had so often exhausted herself, cumming time and time again until the need to sleep had defeated her desire! Either of those, or alternatively the courage to slip out of bed and serve him as she had so often served his father. The determination to take his beautiful cock between her lips and worship it until his seed filled her mouth, all the while praying that he would desire her as a woman rather than feel disgust for her as a pervert once she was done.

Why should it matter that he was her son, though? He was eighteen now! What was so wrong about her expressing her forbidden desire now that he was an adult? Why couldn't she give him some happiness and have some happiness herself even if he was the source of it? She closes her eyes then, tears of guilt, shame and helplessness brimming within them, and she wishes that he could somehow forget that she was his mother. That he could be like his father and all of the other men whom his father had at least during the first half of their marriage brought around to indulge themselves in her body. That he could look at her as a woman and use as her such as well.

Was it so wrong? Was what she wanted really so dirty and horrible that it was only right that the man that she loved would always be forbidden to her? Didn't she deserve some happiness? Couldn't she enjoy some of the love and desire that her ex-husband had found so quickly after their divorce? It wasn't as if she was just after a man, or even that she was desperate for cock, but she wantedhim, her son. She wanted him, and she wanted to be wanted, and if he didn't mind her unusual needs then she would gladly fuck him senseless for as long as they both lived.

Could her Tim be the man to give her what his father once had?

She feels her heart skip a beat at the thought. Opens her eyes to look at him furtively, her gaze travelling back down from his gentle face to the raw, brutal thrust of his cock. He's changed so much since the last time she saw him naked, and when she looks at him as a man rather than as a son, she realizes that somewhere back when she hadn't been watching, his body had transformed into one that many women would love to find lying beside them in the morning.

God, it wasso easy to imagine him fucking her!So easy to imagine them sharing moments of ecstasy! She blushes at the images that swirl within her mind and make her loins ache for the touch of her fingers if nothing else. How skilled would he be with his hands? How satisfying would it be to have his hard, hot cock buried deep inside her arse or her loins? How much cum would he squirt across her heaving tits, and how eagerly would he piss across her face as she brought herself to orgasm before him? Perhaps he would never be able to dominate her or enjoy her perversions as his father had, but she knows that she would gladly exchange what she had with his father for a more adult, more sexual version of the love that he has shown her as a son.

"Tim..."

She breathes his name. Licks her dry lips then repeats it once more a bit loudly, a bit more certainly despite not even knowing why it is that she speaks. Does she want him to wake up? Does she want him to stay asleep so that she can look at him a bit closer? Does she want him to stay asleep until she is knelt beside his bed, his jutting cock pressed firmly against her tongue? She knows that her true motive is probably a bit of all three, but for a brief moment in time she doesn't care. She'd raised him as best she could With nothing but financial help from his father, caring and tending to him whilst wishing that his father could show her some of the warmth and love that he showed her; but those times were long gone. Her heart pounding in dizzy desire she realizes that with his transition into adulthood she has reached a crossroads. That she can no longer ignore the feelings that have been ever-so-slowly building in her for longer than she could remember. That she could no longer ignore the fact that he was a man as well as a son.

In the past she'd devoted herself to his happiness as a mother. From now on and if he would accept her, she decides that she will gladly devote herself to his happiness as a woman.

No... Not as a woman, but as his sex-slave... As his slut...

She sits up as quietly as she can, aware that their room is hardly the quietest one that they have ever stayed in. Aware that the ticking of the cheap clock and the muted rumble of traffic out on the motorway would have kept him awake if he had been a light sleeper; and yet even so certain that every rustle of the blanket, every beat of her heart, will wake him. Would he look at her and want her as she wanted him? The attention of the male swimmers have left her in no doubt that she looks okay compared to most women of her age, but how would a man as young as he feel about her? Would he mind that all of her dieting and training had failed to prevent the years from adding a touch of sag to her breasts or a hint of softness to her bottom and belly? Even if he didn't mind that, would he be able to love her as a woman? Would he be able to stick his cock into the pussy from which he had entered the world?

Oh God, I need a drink!..

She pauses then. Scans empty bottle after empty bottle, momentarily frozen in fear by the possible consequences of what she longs to do. What if he ignores her? What if he shows distaste for the body which his girlfriend's puts to shame? It had been so much easier when her ex had been around to give her orders! She smiles wryly at the thought that she should ever want him in any way again, but as she does so she remembers the way in which he had demanded her services. The way in which he had ordered her to pleasure the men that he brought around every Friday.

Suck him, cunt. Take his cock all the way in. Suck him off. That's it, make him cum. Now drink his piss.

But what if thehe in question could be her darling Tim? What if her selfish bastard of an ex could be in the room with her now, ordering her to bare herself before their son? Ordering her to pay him back for the wonderful view with which he has transformed her day? To become her own Mistress, to give herself her own orders until such time as Tim could take over for her.

She flushes at the thought. Bites her lip and breathes deep, luxuriating in the tender, teasing touch of her own finger beneath her panties and upon the swelling of her mound.Yes, she could do that. It wouldn't be the same, and her orders could only ever be temporary stop-gaps until she could persuade Tim to offer them instead; but she is startled to find that she feels almost the same surge in confidence, the same release from responsibility as she had when her husband had been the one to offer them.

Suck him off, you fucking slut. Get on your hands and knees, bitch, and make sure the first thing your darling son sees when he wakes up is your wet pussy ready and waiting for his cock.

Oh, that's good as well! She shivers, closing her eyes and biting her lip once more. What if she did it? What if she? ... No. She can't do such a thing, can't risk his disapproval; but at least she can make sure that he has a nice view of her when he wakes up. That he'll see her as she saw him, and that if he chose to cop a feel as well... She looks down shyly, imagining his hands roving over her tits, imagining his fingers finding the sopping wetness between her legs, wondering if she can frig herself to a climax right then and there.

One step at a time, slut! Let him take control early on and later on he'll make you his.

Can he? Will he? She thinks that he might be too kind. That it's hard to imagine him dominating her as Mike had done, but she smiles anyway. She'll do anything if it excites him, and if she can somehow seduce him? She's certain that he'll do the same for her...

Her face flushed and her heart pounding, Samantha pushes her blanket onto the floor then slips out of her pyjamas and lies down facing her son; determined that with his approval she is going to find out just how many times a man can cum in a lifetime.

Part 02 - Timothy

His cock is so hard that it aches.

He swallows, wishing that he could drink something to get rid of the sudden dryness in his mouth, aware that his heart is racing, that he should do something to cover himself but powerless to tear his eyes from his mother's body. At first he had thought that he was still asleep, that he was just in the middle of one of his usual wet-dreams, but the sound of birds chirping outside the single window convinced him to open his eyes again. To drink in the sight of the sunlight spilling across his mother's naked body.

To gaze at her as memories of all that they had done the night before filtered slowly back into his mind. A night of drinks with the woman that he loved. Of silly card games and stupid movies. Of the body that was now displayed so completely and yet also so demurely, pressed against his as they danced, laughing and giggling at every failed attempt to find a patch of clear carpet amidst the debris of a party that had seemed to go on forever. He had thought it perfect then, had thought it inconceivable that any son could have a more wonderful eighteenth birthday, but he had never expected to wake up to the sight of her lain naked just meters away from him.

Has it really been nine years since that day? Has the beautiful woman who lies facing him now really gone through so many years with so little change to the body that had awed him back then? He wants to wank as he burns the sight of her every curve into his mind. Wants to cover her hair and so deliciously bared tits with his cum. To bury his face and tongue into her the warmth of her pussy then suck on her erect clit. He wants to do all of the things that he has fantasised about so often since that day, but instead all he can do is stare in shock.

She's gorgeous. An angel brought to earth. The star of his fantasies for as long as he has wanked and, though he can never admit it, the woman whom he imagines without fail whenever he makes love to his girlfriend. She is his mother, and he wants to protect and free her from his father's influence; to protect her happiness as she protected his in the past. She is his mother, but he wants with every cell in his body to make love to her. To pleasure her and fuck her, and then to be pleasured and used by her. To erase her memory of his father by making her cum until he is all that she can remember; until her body itself recognises only his inside her.

A breath's distance at most and he could kiss every square centimetre of the beautiful woman who has sheltered and raised him on her own. The space of a few heartbeats and he could press his nose into her hair and nuzzle at her neck as he had done as a child, whilst his hands explore the hair that he has seen only once before and the treasure that lies beneath it!

But,she is his mother, and so he fights a battle against his love and his desire. Struggles with all of his might against the insane desire to wrap his hand about his cock and wank himself again and again and even against as he admires her beauty. He watches her as if entranced, and slowly the clock ticks onward, seconds turning into minutes; whilst the band of sunlight that splashes across her back, arm and right breast slowly increases in brightness and spread. Edging up towards her innocent face, threatening to shine across her still closed eyes.

He knows that she will awake quickly once it has reached her now-closed eyes; but he is helpless to stop himself from staring at her. Time after time he admires her from head to foot whilst the splash of sunlight creeps ever closer to the point at which it will awake her, and as powerless as he is to look away, he is equally unable to cover himself.

How would she respond to their mutual nudity? How would she respond to the sight of his cock thrusting rigidly towards his belly? Would she ask him to take a longer look? Would she spread those so cruelly pressed-together thighs and show him the pussy that he imagines whenever his girlfriend lowers herself onto his cock or grinds her sex upon his face?

It is that impossible thought that frees his mind from the trance into which it had fallen. No, such a thing could never happen. He blushes, knowing that his dream will never, can never come true, and in that moment he becomes suddenly self-conscious. Suddenly aware that he is unable to name a society in which a mother would consider her son's erection to be a compliment. He swallows at that, shivering at the thought of what she might think, then reaches for and pulls his discarded blanket about his waist before going to stand up quietly.

"Good morning, Tim."

He gives a tiny, almost imperceptible start of surprise at the sound of his mother's sleepy voice. How much of his body has she seen? Might she have realized that he had lay awake for almost quarter of an hour, his cock aching afresh and twitching with every fresh fantasy that her body had inspired within him?

"Morning Mom."

He glances at her for just a moment; and his heart skips a beat at the sight of her reaching for a blanket with which she can cover her body as he covers his waist. Of the arm with which she so-spectacularly fails to hide not just her bare breasts but one proud, jutting nipple as well. Of the blush that touches her cheeks, her face so wonderfully innocent and for some reason nervous that he wants to hug her and apologise for his indecent thoughts at the same time. Dare he look for just a moment longer? Dare he stare at the triangle of flesh that she has for some reason forgotten to hide, and which leads down between her thighs to the plump, crinkly folds of her pussy? He turns his back on her immediately. Bites his lip and suppresses a moan of delight, thankful that she cannot see his face as his cock stiffens and swells as if ready to spew his seed across the blankets that covers it.

"I'm sorry, Tim... It was a little bit too hot last night, and I... I forgot that we were in the same room so, um, sorry about that..."

She hadn't seen him naked. Must therefore have failed to notice the perverse nature of the gaze with which he had admired her as she slept. He feels an instant of relief followed by a rush of regret and desire, and he wonders what might have happened if she had. Of course, he knows that she prefers a different sort of man to him, and he has no expectation that she might feel any kind of arousal at the sight of his body; but he's unable to deny himself the little fantasy.

"No probs, Mom! I sort of did the same and we're both adults anyway so it doesn't really matter... I'd like to get some of the cooked breakfast if I can, though, Mom, so can I use the bathroom first?"

"Okay."

"Thanks! See you soon, yeah?"

He reaches the bathroom door quickly, wondering as he does so if he might be able to wank before they hit the road again; and then in instant during which he thinks that he has escape, she speaks once more.

"I... I guess, um... You saw me didn't you, Tim?"

He feels his heart stop.

What if she has realized for how long he had lain awake? What if despite the lack of anger within her voice, he has offended her? How could he ever hope to repair the damage that her knowledge of his filthy, disgusting lust would do to their relationship? He stands frozen with his hand upon the door-handle. Swallows, helpless to reply. What if in his desire for her he has shown her that side of him that he has tried so hard and for so long to keep hidden?"I wondered if, um... I wondered if you thought that I looked pretty, Tim."

Why do you need to ask that?

The direction of his anger changes in an instant. A memory of his mother in the kitchen preparing food and drinks for his father and his father's friends. Of the sounds that they and the young women who accompanied them had made within their room, and whose sordid meaning he had only understood years later.

"Can I be blunt, Mom?"

He stares at the door, but he remembers how he never heard his father tell his mother how beautiful she was. Remembers how he too has not once reminded her of her beauty in a voice that she could not mistakenly construe as anything but sincere.

"Of course, Tim."

"Then... I think that you are the most beautiful woman that I've ever seen, Mom, and if you were my girlfriend then I'd want to spend all day looking at you."

His voice earnest. Passionate. The words coming out so wrong!

If my girlfriend looked like you then I would want to spend all day looking at her.

So wrong, but at the same time so truthful. Might she realize his true feelings? No, of course she won't. Of course she could never imagine such a perverse possibility. Could never know how much more he would say if she just gave him her blessing.

"Thank you, Tim... Thank you a lot."

Good. She's pleased. Is happy. He breathes once more, and as he does so he feels a strange mixture of happiness and sorrow at her words. Why should she have to thank someone for telling her such an obvious truth? How can he have failed to make sure that he told her how attractive she was every single day?

"It's just the truth, Mom. You are beautiful..."

He pauses. Swallows. Imagines telling her just exactly how beautiful she is to him. Knows that he would rather have her unsuspecting love than ruin her impression of him.

"I'll be quick, okay?"

A smile. His mind determined. Already thinking of how he will let her know just how attractive she is tomorrow. He goes to step into the bathroom, knowing that he can never let her learn the extent of his admiration but happy regardless that at least he can please her that much; and then her voice stops him once more.

"If you were my... If you were my boyfriend, Tim, then I would want to spend all day showing myself to you."

A giggle from the direction of the beds that he wished that he could have pushed together, her words and the happiness in her voice startling him.

He turns to face her, trying not to stare at her, knowing that he could easily say too much, that it would be safest just to leave the comment unanswered but at the same time too intoxicated by the thought to leave it at that.

"You wouldn't say that if you knew what I'd want you to be wearing, Mom!" he laughs again, wanting to see her naked once more, his heart racing, his cock aching with the need to bury itself within her beautiful body. "It would cover a lot less than that blanket."

Why not just tell her that you'd like to bonk her, you fucking idiot!

"And what makes you think that I'd want to wear any clothes?" she responds with another giggle, her cheeks flushed, her eyes sparkling, "If you wanted... If you wanted to look at me, I wouldn't hide anything from you, Tim..." she looks down at the floor then, perhaps realizing how her words might sound and not sure how to apologise without admitting that she knows what she has mistakenly implied.

Then tell me how I can become your boyfriend, Mom! How much will you show me if I'm just your son? Would you mind if I wanked off looking at you? Would you mind if I gobbled your pussy whilst I did so?

"That'd be too cool!"

He feels the dizziness of his desire sweep over him even as he finishes the words. He hates the thought that he might have made her say something embarrassing, but he's wanted her for so long, has wanted to care for her, to protect her and to fuck her for what seems like all of his life. He imagines pushing her blanket away. Has a brief image of himself kissing her erect nipples as he fingers her wet pussy, and then he realizes that his desire to fuck her is only beaten by his desire to ensure that she is happy. If for that he needs to keep silent and to ignore his own desire; then so be it. Hell, even if it needed him to watch her fuck another man, he would do so. He doesn't know what to say, though. His mind is full of thoughts of confessing his love to her, of admitting his desire, and all the words that he can think of are words that he knows he shouldn't and can't utter.

Part 03 - Samantha

Cool? Would it really be so cool to see a woman like me naked?

Her heart races within her breast, her cheeks aflame whilst her pussy feels as if it could dissolve into a puddle of cum if he so much as looks at her in the right way. She clutches at her blanket a bit tighter, wondering what he would do if she let it drop; aware that their conversation has entered into a previously uncharted area. Should she proceed? Should she hint at what she wants, at what she is so desperately eager to do for him? Should she tell him that she would willingly do anything that he desired, no matter how perverted he might think it? She swoons at the thought, looking up at him in a daze as she struggles to draw breath, sensing that her last words have placed him into some kind of internal turmoil.

Oh!

She almost giggles; her tension suddenly relieved, her confidence lifted by the sight of his blanket tented obscenely in her direction. She's satisfied. Their relationship hasn't progressed and there's still the possibility that he might find an incestuous affair repulsive, but she feels in her heart that he will accept her. That they could find happiness together. There's no need to rush. She'll flirt with him a bit - perhaps show him her tits again, perhaps just do something a bit naughty. Will take the time to explain herself to him before offering herself to him, and then, God willing, she will thank him when he slides his cock all the way into her.

"But, um, Mom... I think -"

"Tim."

She interrupts him firmly as he starts to speak. Sees a look of surprise on his face at what is the first time in years that either of them has interrupted the other deliberately. "I'm so thankful that you're my son, and... I love you more than anything else in the world so... So I want to tell you some things... Some things that you don't know about me..." she pauses, keeping her gaze upon his expression of surprise and curiosity, fighting the urge to look down at the erection that he has so clearly forgotten, "But first... Am I the only one who is starving?"

"No way, Mom!" he laughs then, the surprise disappearing from his face, "I'll get a quick shower then grab some food for both of us if you want."

"Thank you." she smiles at his response, watching him leave; watching him disappear into the bathroom. No. She runs after him suddenly. Pushes her hand against the door before he can close it, then looks in at him mischievously. What does she want to do? She's not sure, but she doesn't want to let him leave her sight; and for all the patience that she felt just moments ago, she knows with equal certainty that she wants to do something.

"What Mom?"

She giggles at his look of surprise, wondering if he thinks that she's acting oddly, wondering what he would think if he learnt that seeing him naked was the cause. Would he be shocked and disgusted? Somehow she knows that he would be happy, that at long last she had found the one man who will never betray her. The man who with a little bit of coaching might one day take up the role of master that his father had long since left. She looks down shyly at the thought, wondering how he would choose to use her, and then she almost giggles again at the sight of his manhood stood to attention beneath the blanket. Might she touch it? Might he show it to her once more? She wants to kneel before him then push aside the cloth that hides it, and then to take his cock between her lips and let him watch her worship him.

Oh God, Tim, I know I'm being so naughty but I wish that I could look under that blanket now!

"Was it really okay for you to see me naked just because we're adults, Tim?" she grins wickedly then, delighted by the little fantasy that plays within her head. Wanting to feel his hands in her hair as she sucks on his cock. Wanting to hear his gasps and moans of pleasure as he blasts every millilitre of his youthful cum into her eager mouth.

"Uh, well, I guess... I mean..."

"Then we can use the bathroom together to save time, can't we?" she asks the question shyly, feeling her heart pound in fear and excitement, certain that he will agree but unable to avoid the knowledge that what she is offering is wrong. That her head has no reason to believe that he desires her at anything other than the most primitive of levels, that only the pounding of her heart tells her that he will accept her as she longs to accept him. "We're both adults, Tim, and it's not as if you haven't seen my tits already so..." she finishes in a whisper, desperate for him to agree, desperate for him to confirm that her heart hadn't misjudged him.

"Sure, Mom." his voice sounds a little strained, as if he wants to say something else, "But, uh, I... I can't help some things, so you wouldn't be offended if I, um, got hard, would you? It's just that I, well, I've dated quite a few women like you, so..."

What do you mean, you've dated women like me?

"I didn't know that!" she blinks at the revelation, excited by its possibilities as a good omen but even more excited by the thought of getting to know a hidden side to him, "How were they like me, Tim? Were they old fogeys as well?" she grins, wanting to know more about her son's mysterious dates, wanting to know if he has shagged them, if he has thought of her as he did so. He laughs at her question, though, reaching out to touch her hair, and she feels an electric shock run through her body at his touch, at the gentleness with which he replies.

"You're not an old fogey, Mom." he smiles down at her, his eyes gazing at her with such an intensity and gentleness that she feels herself go weak at her knees, "And they were like you because they were all kind, gentle and gorgeous milfs."

"Thank you, Tim, but what on Earth is a -"

A Mom I'd Love to Fuck! He's just called me a Mom he'd love to fuck!

"Tim!" she squeals, shocked at his words but delighted by the thought of being his "milf", "I can't believe that you would be so rude!" he steps back at that, laughing, and then she giggles once more, blushing, following him into the bathroom before shutting the door behind herself.

"But what makes me a milf? Please tell me, Tim." she looks down, thinking that she might reach the penultimate stage in her dream far sooner than she had expected, that she might have to thank him for fucking her before explaining the conditions of her love.

"Everything, Mom." he replies quietly then, his expression more vulnerable than she has ever seen it before, "You're kind and gentle... You've got a beautiful face and a lovely body, your tit-, your breasts are..." she swallowed at his words, seeing a flush of colour tint his cheeks, feeling what she knows must be a flood of scarlet upon her own.

"What about my tits? I want to know what you think, Tim."

She sees him swallow at her question. Feels a little trickle of pussy-juice start its way down her thigh and swallows herself.

There's no way we're not going to end up fucking! I can't believe I waited so long!

"They're beautiful as well, Mom. I... I've loved them ever since that time I saw you in the changing room, and I've always wanted to find a lady with tits as beautiful as yours."

The changing room? I... Ah... Oh my God, he's fancied them since back then?! What was he then, 9 or 10? He's spent about half of his life lusting over my tits...

She feels dizzy. She remembers how she had had to change in the men's changing rooms one day after the pool had closed. How she had turned around to find him staring at her naked body in obvious shock and fascination, his cute face as red as a beetroot. Had her tits really seemed so beautiful, and did he really think that they were just as beautiful now? She leans back against the door, suddenly aware of how small the bathroom is. Of her son's proximity. Of the walls and furnishings that they could use for support should he agree to fuck her. She wants to hug him, to mount him, to cry into his chest that he was an idiot for waiting so long to tell her of his secret fascination. To feed her tits to his eager mouth and to feel his cock pushing up into her womb as she did so.

She wanted to call him "Master" as he squirts his cum into or over or across her.

"I... I don't just fancy your tits, Mom..." she looks up at the sound of his voice, noticing the increased anxiety, realizing that he must be as worried about her reaction as she had been about his, knowing that he has decided to confess his feelings no matter what. She wants to help him, to tell him that he needn't worry, but she is too shell-shocked by his admission to say anything. Can only think of how much she wanted him, and of how she doesn't want their first fuck to begin with a "let's shag now".

"Your whole body has always been perfect to me. You're just perfect... You looks so graceful, your arse looks firm but soft, your... Your bush is trimmed so neatly... I tried to find a woman who looked just like you, Mom, but in the end the ones who did weren't nice enough as women, and the ones who were almost as kind and as gentle as you were just too different! I just couldn't find anyone as wonderful as you..." he stops, his voice trailing off, and she looks up once more, torn between her desire to encourage him and her desire to rip off his blanket and fuck him then and there. He returns her gaze uncertainly, obviously nervous, obviously aware that he has made his incestuous desire as plain as day. That she has said so little in return.

"I'm a lot older than I was then, Tim." she looks down at her breasts, at the blanket that she has somehow managed to keep up above them, "So I don't know if you'll like my body as much now..."

"I do!" he interrupted her for the first time in years, "I... I looked at you for so long this morning... I'm sorry, but I couldn't help it... You're even more beautiful that I remembered."

"Oh God, thank you Tim..." she finds it hard to speak, feels as if all she can do is drop the blanket and frig herself as she begs him to fuck her. As if she is entering a whole new world of happiness and desire, "I have to let you know a secret, though." she straightens up then, preparing herself mentally to bare herself in front of her son for the last time before they fuck.

"You don't have to, Mom..."

"I do." she takes a step towards him, "But if you still like me..." she lowers the blanket slowly, feeling like a virgin once again, smiling shyly at the astonishment and wonder upon her son's face as she bares her breasts before him, "Then I wonder if..." she swallows, thinking that her throat hadn't been as dry at her wedding, knowing that this time she has found the man she can spend her life with, that with just a little prompting he will try his best to become the Master that she craves. "If you don't mind spending your life with me... And I wonder if you could... If we could make love for the first time right now?"

She lets the towel drop to the ground, momentarily going to cover her panty-mound with her hands then blushing, spreading her legs and letting her arms hang by her side; shamefully aware that her nipples are just as hard as his cock, and that trickles of pussy-juice run down her thighs.

Part 04 - Samantha & Timothy

"Oh fuck!.. You're so beautiful!"

His mother stands naked before him, her eyes shining, her cheeks flushed pink, her jutting breasts rising and falling with every breath; a little string of pussy-juice stretching slowly downward from her just-barely visible pussy-lips. He swallows, aware that his heart is racing, that his cock is throbbing; that, a little embarrassingly, even without touching her he has that "ready to fill up" feeling which means that he is going to cum a lot sooner rather than later.

"You're gorgeous, Mom!"

He whispers again, unable to move towards the woman that he adores, once again uncertain that he isn't living some kind of dream. His blanket falling unnoticed to his feet, his cock springing upward slightly so that the engorged knob aims straight for the tits whose shape and form and owner he has desired for so long.

"I can't believe how gorgeous you are, Mom! I can't believe how lucky I am."

"Oh God, I'm the lucky one, Tim!"

She giggles at her son's words, grinning at the sight of his cock, at the drops of moisture already dribbling down the long shaft.

"You're so handsome, Tim."

She takes a step toward him, her hands reaching for his face, touching his hair. She'd seen a hint of it earlier that morning, had realized that she truly found him attractive physically as well as mentally, but now, in the cold light of the small bathroom, she realized that there was nothing about him that she would change. That the sight of his young body turned her on as no other man's had ever done before.

"I've wanted you for years as well, Tim... I fell in love with you so, so long ago, but I fought it as hard as I could. I can't believe... I can't believe that this day could finally come!" she starts to cry as his hands cup her face, tears trickling down her delicate cheeks. "Oh God, I'm so silly, but I want you so much, Tim!"

"I want you too, Mom! Oh, I want you so much! I want to make love with you forever!" he laughs with her, bowing his head to kiss away her tears, hugging her as she hugs him, shuddering as his hard, wet cock slides against the smooth skin of her belly. Catching his breath as her breasts balloon defiantly between them - refusing to be squashed. She mounts his thigh, crushing her wet pussy against him, moving her own thigh against his balls as his lips pushed against hers. Blushes as she feels his tongue touch her lips. She gazes into his eyes for a moment, and then she opens her mouth as well, shutting her eyes as their tongues touch gently, her hands caressing his strong back as he strokes her soft hair.

The sounds of kisses. The sound of a mother and son's small sighs and gasps of pleasure, fill the small room as they drown in each other. They declare their love between kisses, Samantha's eyes filled with tears of happiness as she sucks on her son's tongue, Timothy's hands shaking slightly with passion as he moves them to caress her tits, to fondle her rigidly erect nipples; to run slowly up and down the curves of her body from shoulder down to the underneath of her buttocks.

"Oh, Tim..."

She gasps at his touch, moving her own hands down to caress his sides, eager to touch his rock-hard cock yet strangely hesitant to do so; momentarily scared that if she did so then she would awake into a world where he no longer loved her as a mother or a woman. She blushes, embarrassed by how silly the thought is, knowing in her heart that he will never leave or betray her, shuddering at how skilfully he caresses and tweaks her nipples. Remembering the last time he had touched her breasts as a baby, and wondering as she watches him lower his head, if his tongue will give her the same feelings of guilty pleasure that it had way back then.

Oh God, that's so much better!

A thought kept unspoken, only hinted at by the gasp and the shudder with which she greets the touch of his kiss upon her left nipple. His tongue traces circles around the hard bud, his face flushed as he looks up at her, his hips making little thrusting movements so that his hot, leaking shaft rubs slickly against her belly."Oh God I love you so much baby!"

She pulls him harder against herself, crushing her tit against his lips and forcing her teat into his mouth, shutting her eyes in pleasure and then returning his gentle thrusts with her own. Her breath catching in her throat as her throbbing clitoris grinds against his thigh, her engorged pussy-lips clinging wetly to him. "I want to fuck you, Tim!" she gasps, looking down at him then, her right hand slipping lower so that her fingers slide between the firmness of his buttocks, "I want to fuck you every day for the rest of my life! I want to feel you cum inside me again and again!"

"I want to make you cum as well, Mom!" he groans, his senses full of her. Ha she always been so passionate? Has she always been so vulgar? He's as shocked to hear her use such language as he is to feel her finger encircling his anus, but at the same time he is delighted and overjoyed that she has chosen to display a new side of herself to him. Eager for her to carry out her promise, to see just where their passion will take them. "Oh Mom, you're so hot! I... I want to fuck you senseless, Mom! I want to make you cum your brains out, and then I want to fill you with my spunk!"

"Oh Tim, that had better be a promise!" she giggles, pushing him away a bit, panting as she stared at his excited face, looking down then grinning at the sight of his twitching cock, "I want you to cum in my mouth, and my hair, and my... My pussy, and my arse, Tim!.. I'm your slut, Tim, and for the rest of my life, you have to give me every drop of your cum! "

"Oh fuck yes!" he shudders at the thought of doing as she asked, grabbing her then kissing her once more, his right hand clutching at her firm right tit, "I love you more than anything in the world, Mom!"

"I love you too Tim!" she laughs, tears of happiness once more running down her cheeks, grasping his hard cock then gasping in delight at how big and hard it was as she grasps his balls with her other hand, staring down at his manhood as she strokes it as in awe. Licking her lips and grinning then moving her hand slowly up and down, faster as his breath catches within his throat. Faster once more as she stares into his eyes, her hand moving urgently upon flesh, the shaft now slippery with the pre-cum that bubbles out of him only to slide wetly down onto her hand, "Oh God I need you so much, Tim!"

Oh Mom!

He gasps, staring down at her hand in awe. The girlfriend who waits for him in college, the older women that he dated before her; none of them have ever wanked him as skilfully as his mother does now. Certainly they had been delighted to see his cock, but none of them had ever been as passionate and so eager to pleasure him as his beautiful Mom is right then.

Oh fuck, this is real! I'm not dreaming it... I'm going to fuck Mom!..

"Mom!" he can't hold back a gasp of ecstasy and desire, can't hold back the wave of pleasure that fills his loins. "Oh fuck! Oh Mom!" he almost whimpers, shutting his eyes, shuddering; and then he cums, his hips jerking toward her, the engorged purple knob of his cock thrusting above her grip, a stream of pearly white spunk blasting upwards, splashing across the bottom of her breasts. She blinks, just for an instant puzzled by his cry, and then her eyes light up in pure delight and she looked downward as quickly as she can.

"Oh Tim! Cum for me baby!"

A second stream splashes into the valley between her breasts, a third flying over her breasts, arcing gently into the hair at her shoulders, a fourth and a fifth splashing across her breasts. A sixth much weaker than the others landing on her belly then starting to trickle down towards the wetness between her thighs as if eager to fulfil its role in nature.

"Oh fuck, Mom! I'm sorry..." he pants, shuddering, leaning over her weakly, gasping again as she gently squeezes his cock once more, working first 1 then 2 more blobs of cum out of him. "I was so excited - oh, oh fuck!" he gasps again then, stiffening; and he looks down in shock as she licks his oh-so-sensitive cock with infinite tenderness, lapping up the cum that still oozes thickly from him. Licking his hot shaft clean from balls to tip as she gazes up into his eyes with devilish delight before lifting her head then looking downing. Lowering her head slowly. Relishing the entry of his cock into her mouth. Against her tongue and then against the back of her mouth as he gasps and whimpers above her, before sucking upon his still-rigid flesh as if it is a straw. "Oh fuck that feels good, Mom, but you -"

"Shh, Tim." she lifts her head off of his cock to look up at him, feeling his wet knob brush her lips, knowing that he wants to please her but feeling nothing but total contentment with her current position, "Just cum for me, darling! I'm so happy that I could make you cum! I promise that I'll let you do whatever you want, but please let me do this first."

"Oh, Mom..." he swallows, blinking, nodding his head then swallowed again, looking down at her as she smiles. So this is how a mother makes love to her son. He gives a little laugh as she kisses his knob cheekily, gasping again as she takes his hot flesh into her mouth and lowers her head once more, "I'm so happy, Mom! I want to spend my... I want to... Oh, Mom!.. Oh fuck, that's so good!"

A whimper. As if he has been reduced to a child once more by the love and desire with which she worships him, his words at once so unnecessary and yet also so wonderful to her ears.

You only need to stay with me and fuck me, darling.

A thought and the look in her eyes as she gazes up at him with his cock buried to the hilt between her lips. She gazes up at him in adoration of the young man she has given birth to and raised for so long; feeling as if her heart might burst at the sight of him, at the realization that she has made him cum. Had she ever felt this way about Mike, or about his friends. No... She knows that she hadn't. That it was never this special. That she could never have loved them as she loves the son who caresses her hair and gazes down at her as if she is a goddess. She looks down once more, feeling silly at the tears in her eyes but too happy to care, licking his shaft adoringly, sucking the last traces of his orgasm out of him. No, her whole life was only a lead up to this moment. To the moments that will follow. To the rest of her lifetime spent not just in love with him, but making love with him.

"Mom..." he whispers her name, staring in fascination as she laps at his cock, watching as she kneels naked upon the floor in front of him, her eyes looking up at him as she gathers up the cum that dribbles down her breasts. The single trickle of cum that winds its way down her belly. The drops that have splattered her panty-mound. She licks his seed off of her fingers eagerly, relishing the taste. Sucking again and again until there can be no trace of him left upon her fingers; and then she tilts her head back slightly.

"What should I... What should I do with this?" she looks up at her son, speaking with care, "Please tell me, Tim." she grins despite herself, scooping up the single trickle of cum that had escaped from her mouth before tilting her head a little further back, opening her mouth carefully to show him her mouth awash with a mixture of his spunk and her saliva.

Please give me orders, Tim!

She has to hear them now. Has to let him know that she can't be just a mother and a lover, that she has to be his in every way. She waits patiently, knowing that she shouldn't rush him but almost unable to stand the suspense, and her heart races in anticipation and delight at the thought of how he might react. How far has he fallen from the tree of his birth? By how much does his blood differ from his father's and hers? Would he order her to do something, would he ask her what she wanted to do, or - God forbid - would he find her actions be a little bit too slutty? No. She knows it won't be the latter. She feels her heart racing, feels her naked tits heaving; wants so desperately to finger herself as she enjoys his taste, to swallow down his seed as she climaxes before him.

Oh fuck me, that's another thing I've never seen a woman do before! She's so fucking hot!

He stares in awe at his naked mother, barely able to comprehend what she has just asked, feeling dizzy at the sight of her body displayed benow him and at the sight of his cum rolling about upon her tongue. For a while he wonders what she would want to do, wonders if she would want to spit it out like most of the other women he had fucked, or drink it down as his current girlfriend did. Should he give her the choice? No, something in her eyes, something in the way that she had asked him, tells him not to; tells him that she wants him to decide! That she wants him to tell her what to do! That she wants... No, that she needs him to tell her to do whatever it is that he desires.

"What if I was to ask you to do something really perverted, Mom?"

He realizes a moment after the words have finished that by just holding his cum on her tongue she has already done something that many would consider perverted.

"I mean, something that would be perverted even if you weren't my Mom?"

Oh God, that's what I want darling! Make me do perverted things, darling, and let me cum once you have used me for your pleasure!

"Then I would do it gladly, darling." she grins once more, trying desperately not to giggle in delight, trying to keep as to the point as she could; aware that her jaw was starting to ache. That it felt good. That it was proof of just how nastily she was showing her son the seed that swam upon her tongue. "And then I would ask you... If you wanted me to... Do something nastier..."

Holy fuck, Mom!

He stares in awe at her. Realizes from her response that just swallowing it will be too normal. Racks his brain for something that she might find exciting.

"Then, I want you to rub it into your pussy, Mom." he feels his cock twitch at the thought of watching her, at the thought her letting him give her other orders. At the thought of all the things that he would ask her to do. All the filthy or forbidden ways in which he would try to make her cum. "I want you to... I want you to mix it up right up inside your cunt and then eat it."

She doesn't move.

Just stares up at him as if speechless, biting her lower lip as she does so.

Perhaps it was a bit too perverse? Perhaps she hadn't realized how dirty his mind was, or how dirty his fantasies of her had become? He swallows, knowing that she would forgive him but wondering if he has gone too far, and then he sees her face light up. Sees her beam in delight and feels his heart pound at the realization that not only was she not shocked but his words, but she was obviously overjoyed.

Oh Tim, that's it! That's what I want!

She giggles, feeling as if she has been waiting her whole life for that, his first order, almost ecstatic at the thought of showing him something so naughty, at the thought of the orders that he might give later. "Then please watch me, darling."

Her tone sultry. Her eyes smouldering. She stands up, feeling on top of the world, hugging him for just an instant, then sits on the edge of the bath, spreading her legs to show him the wet, dribbling place from which he had entered the world.

He swallows at the sight of her wet pussy. Stares entranced at the sight of her parting the lips of her pussy, and at the sight of the darkness that lies within the coral-pink that she exposes for him. He wants to drink the pussy-juice that glistens upon her flesh and dribbles out of her dark, gaping cunt; wants to experience her excitement will all of his senses; and he is helpless to stop his hand from grasping his wet cock. Powerless to stop himself from wanking gently as she looks downward, opening her mouth. A string of saliva and cum falling from between her lips, landing in the hand that she holds just above her bush. A rope of spunk and saliva hanging past her flushed and heaving breasts. She waits until till all of the precious liquid has fallen to puddled upon her hand, and then she looks up at him, panting as if in exertion. Her pussy twitching in rebellion against the hand with which she displays it so wantonly.

"I love you with all of my body and mind, Tim."

She leans back a bit, one hand spreading the lips of her pussy even further, exposing herself even more to him. Uses 2 fingers of the other hand to work his spunk into herself as they watch each other in a dazed awe, oblivious to all but the love and lust in the other's eyes, to that and the movements of their hands against their private parts.

"I love you just the same, Mom."

His wanking increasing in urgency, his cock almost as stiff as it had been at the start of their encounter, a white foam covering the purple head. He wants to touch her, to feast on her nipples again, to slide his cock into her hot wet pussy, but he doesn't want anything to stop the obscene show that she is putting on for him.

"Oh God, your cum feels so good inside me, darling!"

She moans wantonly, lasciviously; finger-fucking his sperm into herself, working their combined juices into a lather, the small room filled with the smell and sound of their masturbation, with the heat of their naked and excited bodies. She trembles, moaning in ecstasy, using the palm of her hand to grind down on her hard clitoris, jerking as a little orgasm ripples through her; crying out as she realizes that her first incestuous climax - or at least her first with her son - was almost upon her.

"Oh God, I can't stand it anymore! I want to eat it now, Tim!"

"Eat it Mom!"

She gives a little cry of thanks, momentarily frozen by the shuddering wave of another orgasm, and then she scoops his cum out of her pussy as fast as she can, sucking on one set of slimy fingers as the other plunge into her cunt. Crying in happiness as she savours the sea-like taste of their combined cum. Trying her best to fight the climax that builds within her loins and spreads to every cell within her body. To fight the feeling that she was about to fall into a bottomless abyss.

And then he was between her legs, his right arm curled behind her, supporting her back, his left hand pressed against her sopping wet pussy-lips, two fingers framing her hard clitoris, frigging the tiny nub as fast as he could, his head pressed against the base of her tits.

"Tim!"

She sobs his name as she cums, sagging against his right arm, crying and shuddering in ecstasy as she feels her body go into the motionless fall of her climax, her pussy squirting her hot juices against her son's fingers.

"Tim! Oh God, Tim! I love you so much!"

She cries out, shuddering as her climax passes, feeling him pull her out of the her precarious position over the bath, sagging against his chest.

"Oh God that was good, darling..."

Oh fuck, I've just watched her cum!

He holds his mother tightly, crushing her to him, too speechless to reply. He'll never let her go. Never stop trying to think of ways in which he can satisfy her. Ways in which he can have her show him the ecstasy that he saw just moments ago. He feels her face against his chest, her slender body heaving against his own. Her hard nipples scratching his belly as she catches her breath.

There can't be another woman in the world as wonderful as her, and yet she's chosen me.

There can't be a better son in the world, and he loves me as a woman...

They blush together then, holding each other tight, whispering their love and devotion to each other as she rests against him. Him remembering how much cum she had sprayed over his hand and wishing that she could have sprayed it into his mouth instead. Her wishing that she could repeat her obscene show once more. That perhaps he could piss over her pussy as she did so.

"I want to lick you out, Mom." he strokes her hair, letting his fingers trail down to her cheeks, smiling as she sighs in pleasure and so-temporary contentment, tilting her head back to look up at him, "I want to lick your lovely wet pussy then stick my cock into it and fuck you all day long."

"That sounds nice..." she giggles, her hand grasping his hot cock, rubbing the slippery knob tenderly, "But as your mother, Timothy, I think that I shouldn't... That I shouldn't let you stick that nasty big cock of yours anywhere until I've cleaned it with my mouth."

"Oh?" he laughs then, holding her tighter and kissing her upon the lips, tasting their cum upon her tongue, "Then, as your son, Samantha, I think that we should get into bed and start cleaning as soon as possible!"

"And as your horny mother, Tim, I think that I should agree!"

Another giggle, another kiss, and then one more. Longer. Tongues lingering. Eyes open.

"Come on, let's go!"

She dances out of his arms, opening the bathroom door then heading into the small hotel room in which she had decided to deliberately expose herself to him for the first time. Knowing that they were both eager to fuck, that his cock would penetrate her pussy before the hour was up; that if they had their way then it would be just the first fuck of a lifetime of lust. His heart still racing, his mind still certain that nothing so wonderful could be real and that he must be experiencing some kind of wonderful dream; Tim grins at the sight of his mother's naked butt then runs after her, certain that from now on they would never sleep in separate beds.