Chapter 6: Fake dialogue

Her body twitched when I said a family member. I was narrowing in on one of her hidden fantasies. “Your daughter might see you and get embarrassed seeing her nude mother. Or maybe even your son.”

Her hips involuntarily bounced when I mentioned her son. I quickly formed a plan on how to proceed. I stroked her wet slit while she mulled over what I said. I hardened, knowing this woman was mentally fantasizing about her son.

“I can visualize how it might happen. One day you’re tanning nude when you hear the phone ring in the house. You’re slow to answer it, and the recorder is already on. You hear your son talking, and you’re about to pick it up when you stop and allow the answering machine to take the call. He explains that he’s getting off work and will be home earlier than normal. Thinking you’re visiting friends, he tells you he’s going to get some sun until you return home.”

She opened her legs wider while I talked her through the incestuous scenario. I alternated from stroking her thighs to caressing her engorged cunt lips. “You know why your son called. He lives at home, unable to afford his own place after graduation. He came home early once and caught you sunbathing nude. He yelled out in surprise, and when you looked up, he ran back inside. After you put your suit on, you went in to see him, carefully avoiding any discussion concerning the incident. His face was red, but more importantly, his pants bulged out. Your son’s prick was rock-hard from looking at his beautiful, naked mother.”

Her hands cupped her ass cheeks, massaging them, raising her pelvic area, giving my exploring hands more access. She heated up with my fantasy. My cock was at full attention, living out her mother-son seduction.

“You know what you should do as a good mother. Wearing your suit would be the proper course of action so you won’t embarrass him again. He doesn’t think you’re home, assuming you’re out. Your excited, throbbing cunt overrides any sensible thoughts. You move the lounge so your horny, motherly pussy will be fully displayed when he exits the back door. Hearing his car park in the drive, you position yourself and spread your legs to put on a show for your son. Your dark sunglasses prevent him from seeing you, looking as if you’re asleep.”

Bringing her knees up, she spread her legs wide, opening her glistening groove as her fantasy unfolded. I massaged her pussy and the lightly tanned area surrounding her fiery hole. Her pale skin was much smoother and reminded me of Mom’s arm when I stroked it.

Continuing with my story, I described, “You hear the patio door slide open and see him through your shades. He’s wearing trunks and ready to sunbathe, when he suddenly stops and gazes upon your nude body. He softly calls out your name, not loud enough to wake you, but enough to determine if you’re sleeping. You remain silent. He advances closer, unable to take his eyes off your pussy. He pulls his trunks down, and you see your son’s hard prick for the first time since he was a child. It’s bigger than you imagined and rock-hard from staring at his mother’s bare pussy.”

She thrashed her hips while she visualized her aroused son standing before her. Her hands reached out and stroked my back. Inserting two fingers into her wet cunt, I slowly slithered them in and out of her leaking pussy.

“Your son slowly strokes his hard cock, while staring at his mom’s open gash. He cups his balls for a couple of strokes before proceeding back up to the head.”

She moved her hands from my back, firmly wrapping one around my prick, while the other cupped my balls. She followed the act I described her son was doing. She lightly squeezed my balls while pumping my slick shaft, twisting my fat, bulbous head on the upstroke. Both of us leaked love juices while we enacted our shared fantasy.

“You sense him move closer to the lounge. Your son’s forbidden prick is dangerously close to your open pussy. He calls your name again, gaining confidence when you groan and moan, thinking you’re dreaming. You murmur his name and hump your hips up as if you’re fucking him in your sleep state. You hoarsely whisper your fantasy of how much you’ve yearned to have his hard prick jammed up your horny pussy.”

Her hands left my prick and held my sides. She gripped tightly, anticipating the moment her son fucked her. I closed the gap between us and ran my slippery, engorged head around the mouth of her pussy. She bucked up, capturing and pulling my prick into her hungry canal.

“Your son is hard as a rock now and couldn’t pull out if he wanted to. He didn’t want it to go this far, but mistakenly his prick entered his mother’s sacred slot. Even though he thinks you’re still asleep, he tells you he’s sorry and asks for forgiveness. He’s wanted to do this for a long time and can no longer deny himself. Proclaiming his love for you, he slides his hard cock into your horny pussy.”

I fed my prick into her tight sheath. Her lubricated channel allowed me to push in until my balls slammed against her ass. I pulled back and plowed in again. She gasped for air under the sheet. I fucked her hard and fast for several minutes, elevating our passions. She humped and gyrated her hips, fully immersed in her incestuous fantasy.

Squeezing my waist hard, she pulled me in tight on each downstroke. I had already broken Mom’s restrictions but I decided to push the limit. My hands crept under the sheet, approaching her breasts. It was time to change my role-playing technique to be more personal.

“Oh, Mom! Your pussy is hot and tight. I’ve dreamed of this for years. I have to hold your tits. They’re magnificent; I love you more than you know,” I choked out. I cupped her meaty mounds, massaging her full globes while my cock pounded her pussy. Her head turned side-to-side, under the sheet, while her moaning grew louder.

Too many times, I had fantasized I was fucking my mother with my girlfriends but was careful not to call out my mother’s name nor exclaim the lustful feelings I harbored for her. Able to fully enact my fantasy, I fucked the woman furiously because she was my mother in my mind.

I captured her blood-engorged nipples between my fingers, tweaking and pulling her sensitive buds. We were both excited about the enactment, unable to last much longer. Her pussy quivered, humping up each stroke to pull me in as deep as possible.

“Oh, Mommy. I’m going to cum. I’m ready to blow my load. I don’t think I can hold out any longer. I don’t know if you’re on protection; maybe I should pull out and…,”

She wouldn’t allow me to finish my fake dialogue. She grabbed my asscheeks and pulled me in as tight as she could. I screamed, “Mommy, I’m cumming in you. I’m filling your pussy with sperm.”