Caught – Chapter 3B

Incest stories: Caught – Chapter 3B

“Wow!” I declared as I took note of her nipples. I pointed out that they were actually hard, “Imagine that!” I mocked.

She looked down quickly as if she didn’t believe me.

They grew even larger as she sat there exposing herself; bigger than the tips of my thumbs. They looked like dark, ripe grapes ready to be picked.

She sat up and raised her hands to her nipples as if I wasn’t even there. She touched them with her long fingernails then tweaked them between her finger and thumb to confirm their hardness.

“It’s cold in here.” She sneered.

I got up and walked over to my Mom. She rested back on her hands as I approached the bed. Her eyes bounced back and forth from my face to the large bulge in my pants. She didn’t say a word as I reached out and touched her hard nipples.

It was such a rush. I ran my fingers over them and tweaked them as she had done. I let my hands lightly massage the roundness of them; the fullness. Not implants.

I fully expected her to give me some bullshit response, some fake protest, or even a bogus look of annoyance at the very least. She did and said nothing. As a matter of fact, she leaned back, watched me, and just let me do it. At one point she even closed her eyes and sighed.

I slipped my hands under them and lifted them up; they more than filled my hands. I compared them, lifted one and then the other. I squeezed them gently. They felt great; firm and yet soft.

“Do you like that?” I mistakenly asked.

Her eyes snapped open, “If you think I’m getting any pleasure being subjected to this. . . . . .this filthy experience, you’re sadly mistaken Robert? She told me harshly. Her words had that hard tone that I was beginning to despise. For the life of me, I couldn’t understand why she just couldn’t drop the act.

I stopped and stepped back. “Well, you’re eyes were closed.” I explained.

“So I don’t have to watch you . . . . . . do this to me.” She insisted.

“You looked like you liked it.” I persisted.

“Well I assure you Robert. . .” She looked at me and lied. “I get absolutely no pleasure from being touched like this by my own son.” She forced a heavy breath out and turned her head towards the window. “What parent would?” She insisted as she stared out the window as if she were deep in thought.

I gazed at her beautiful profile; the line of her jaw, the sexy curve of her nose, her mouth, then back down at her wonderful tits before I turned and sat back down in my chair.

She seemed taken aback. “Well . . . I guess that wasn’t too bad.” She stated blandly. “Are you finished?”

“I don’t think so. Not yet.”

“Oh, of course you’re not.” She said with that fucking snotty, condescending tone and it was starting to really affect my mood.

She sat there on my bed. She made no attempt to cover her tits.

“What else?” She made it sound like she couldn’t wait to get this over with, but I knew better.

“I want to see your pussy.” I told her straight faced, all reserve gone.

“You know Robert…”

“Mom…” I cut her off. “Just show me.” I insisted.

I was a little tired of all the bullshit.

“Now!” I insisted, knowing full well that that was the tone she would prefer. That would make it easier for her to justify the act later on, when she was blaming me; telling me that I’d made her do it.

Mom simply looked me in the eyes and let her hands slip down into her lap. She slowly walked her fingers over the skirt of her dress, bunching the material in her hands as the hem made its way slowly up her thighs. It was truly erotic. I could feel my dick at the gate waiting for the starting gun like a kid waits for the last bell of the day on the last day of school.

When the front of her dress was nearly up to her waist, her beautiful legs parted. I could see she was wearing no panties. The sight was overwhelming.

I believe that I actually gasped when her pussy came into view. The bright lights of my room were far better than the tiny light over the workbench in the garage.

As I should have expected; like everything else; her pussy was scenic. I realize that for the most part, SCENIC isn’t a word normally used to describe a pussy. But I mean to tell you, if my mom sat on a bench on the side of the road with her legs spread……I think people would actually pull over to get a better look.

It was shaved bald and smooth. I knew this last night but now. . . . It was clearly visible and it was quite a sight; quite aspiring. If only I was a poet.

The lips were small, nicely swollen and slightly open revealing the pinkness inside; the color of bubblegum. They shimmered with the moistness she couldn’t hide no matter how much bullshitting and denying she would do later.

“I would tell you to get it wet, but it looks like you already are.”

She blushed again as her willingness was temporarily exposed and her wall weakened a bit. She had no nasty come-backs, no righteous responses.

“Play with yourself.” I said firmly recalling what she’d made me do on the couch when she’d caught me jerking off.

There was no protest. She spread her legs wider and began to slowly rub her pussy. My dick was screaming to get out. You’d have thought my pants were on fire.

What a sight. She sat there on the edge of my bed letting her fingers slowly caress her smooth coochie. Her clit was no different than her nipples. It was large, swollen and quite a bit darker then the pretty pink of her pussy.

Her fingers strummed back and forth over it, occasionally sliding up & down over the length of her shiny pussy lips. Her eyes were closed again and she was scrapping her teeth over her full, red bottom lip. The image was so incredibly sexy. When she opened her eyes, I was standing right in front of her. She merely looked me in the eyes and continued doing what I’d told her to do. There was no malice or nastiness in her eyes now. Her eyes dropped to the bulge in my pants; no sign of contempt on her face.

“I suppose you’re going to fuck me now?”

She tried to sound displeased but the attempt seemed to fall well short of the mark. I noticed that her fingers slid deep between her wet pussy lips when she asked the question.

“Spread your pussy lips. . .” I told her ignoring her question. “Play with your clit.” Was all I said.

“No one can know about this.” She whispered to the room.

I watched as she did what I told her to do. Her breathing became more labored. Her eyes were closed again. She scooted back a little on her own accord; enough to allow her to bring her bare feet up to rest on the very edge of my bed letting her legs spread even more.

“There! Is this what you want Robert? Is this what you want your mother to do for you?” She tried to pretend she didn’t like it but there was no way to hide her pleasure.

“Is this what YOU want?” I asked directly.

Her pretty jaw dropped. She stopped playing with her pussy. She looked at me not answering for a few seconds. She tried to look insulted; offended.

“Not at all. . .” She lied. “I’m doing this because you. . .”

“Want me to.” I cut her off. She fell silent.

I stepped forward and knelt down. She remained quiet; just watching. I softly brushed her hand away from her sweet pussy with my own. I ran my fingers over the bald softness above her pussy in awe. “Puppy dog ears.” I thought oddly enough. “Softer than puppy dog ears.”

She stared down at me and watched as I let my thumb glide over her swollen clit. A velvet stone wrapped in a soft pink silk blanket. I felt Mom jerk her hips a tiny bit when I touched it.

I looked up at her. Our eyes met― “Well then, let’s see if you get any pleasure from this.” I told her.

I leaned in and tenderly kissed her clit. I could feel her twitch under my lips. It was like her pussy was gasping for air. I gently sucked her swollen bud into my mouth. I felt her thighs tighten a little as my tongue flipped over her clit a few times then made its way down into her pussy. I licked and kissed and sucked, slowly, switching back and forth between her pussy and her clit. I even let the tip of my tongue slip down and tease her puckered asshole. An all but silent moan escaped her and she seemed to lift up the slightest bit to encourage me.

I’d never done anything like that before. Lick someone’s ass, I mean. But then again, I was doing a lot of things lately that I’d never done before. I kissed each soft ass cheek and worked my way slowly back to the smoothness of her slick pubic area. {It was the first time I’d ever really seen or felt a real shaved pussy. It was great}

I could feel Mom reacting. There was no way for her to hide it. She laid back; her arms flat to each side of her; palms down; fingers spread wide and she began to push up into my face. I could hear her breathing had become much heavier; she was breathing out of her mouth now. A few tiny moans escaped her lips as I got lost in my mom’s wonderful pussy.

“Should I stop?” I mumbled into her wet coochie.

“Yesssss. . .” She cooed as she slipped a hand behind my head. “You shouldn’t be doing this to me.” She protested weakly; her fingers entwined in my hair so I couldn’t pull away.

“You need to stop this Robert.” She moaned. “You need to stop making me do these things.” She gasped softly.

I sucked her clit into my mouth hard…

“Stoooopppp…” Mom moaned quietly. “You shouldn’t. . .Don’t make me. . .”

I kissed her softly and pulled away before she had a chance to cum then I stood up. Mom opened her eyes. Her chest was heaving as she tried to get enough air. Her gaze went to the bulge in my pants again and her eyes began to plead.

I assumed she was waiting for me to pull my dick out and fuck her. When I didn’t, she let her feet fall back to the floor and she slowly sat up again. She covered her breasts and slowly closed her legs as her breathing calmed. All though she would have denied it; the disappointment was obvious in her beautiful eyes as she scrapped her teeth over her bottom lip.

She was quiet until she regained some control of her breathing.

“Are we. . . . . .Are we done?” She sighed, pulling her dress down over her legs and smoothing it out with one shaking hand. I know she wanted to sound relieved that I’d stopped…but she couldn’t pull it off.

If she was trying to convince me that she really wanted me to stop, she was doing a poor job of it. If she was trying to sound stern and hardhearted, she wasn’t succeeding there either.

I would have liked to end it right there to prove a point, but there was no way I could. Not without my dick leaving without so much as a good-bye note or a forwarding address.

I looked at her for a little bit. Letting her think I was finished. Then I started to remove my sweatpants.

“I…I figured as much.” She commented. “You won’t be satisfied until you’ve gotten your rocks off and totally humiliated me again”.

The bullshit seemed to roll right off me at this point. I pulled my feet out of my sweatpants and kicked them away.

“Shut up!” I barked.

I saw my mother’s eyes light up. I saw a switch flip. For the first time I could clearly see the lust she tried so hard to convince me wasn’t there. I decided to take advantage of it.

“Make me cum!” I insisted with a new found power.

She sat there looking at me; her full dark red lips slightly parted revealing a hint of her two front pearl white teeth. Her eyes were different now. These deep, alluring blue eyes shone with desire. She stared at me with a lustful, immoral stare and slowly, gracefully slid off the bed onto her knees in front of me.

“Do you want me to suck your cock.” She asked with no shame. Without waiting for an answer, she leaned forward and kissed the very tip of me. A single strand of pre-cum connected us. She licked her lips staring up at me before willingly taking me into her mouth. I had never known anything that looked or felt that good. I still haven’t.

There’s no way to really describe how she looked, staring up at me and slowly dragging her luscious full lips over my cock; kissing it, tasting it before she moaned and took me all the way in her mouth again and down her throat. I thought I was gunna explode but before I could, she stopped.

“Holy shit! What’s she doing?!?” I thought it was over; we were done. That bitch. She’d turned the tables on me again, I thought. Before I could get my head all the way around the idea that we were done, Mom laid down on my floor and pulled her dress up around her waist. She brought her knees up then let them fall apart.

“Come on.” She told me without hesitation, no misgivings. With no show of reluctance or mock unwillingness she all but begged.

“Are you sure that you want me to?”

{I only asked to officially put an end to the bullshit.}

She sat up reaching out to me, encouraging me to come closer. She took hold of my dick with one hand and pulled me to her.

“Fuck me!” She pleaded as she laid back. “I want you to fuck me.” She whispered as she guided me between her legs.

That was all the encouragement I needed.

My Mom moaned deeply as I braced myself up on my hands and slid my hard dick into her. I felt her legs wrap around my small ass as she pushed up to meet me halfway; not able to wait another second.

She pulled my face closer. I could feel her hot breath on my neck. “Fuck me!” She whispers in my ear.

She took my face in both hands and pulled my head back enough so that she could see my face clearly. I watched her full red lips as she silently mouthed the words, “FUCK ME.” Then she pulled my face to her open mouth and kissed me; a long, deep kiss that made me burry my dick as deep into her pussy as I could get. Her creamy lips closed over mine and her tongue slid into my mouth.

“Mmmmmmmm. . .” She moaned into my mouth and squeezed me with her legs as we pushed into each other.

I know it sounds crazy, but in spite of the things my mother and I had done; were doing; in spite of the way I fantasized and lusted for her…I somehow thought kissing her would feel…Well…Weird. Go figure. But that wasn’t the case at all. It was appealing, sensual. Remarkably………easy.

Before the kiss was over, I felt one hand make its way to my ass and her legs tighten around my hips like a vise. She pulled me into her, driving my head into the crook of her neck and jerking her ass up off the floor like she was lying on a hot grill and she was trying not to burn her ass. Her head fell back to the carpet; red lipstick smeared around her mouth.

“Come on Bobby!” She yelled hoarsely. “Make me cum again.” She begged.

I started cumming almost immediately. Mom’s mouth dropped open as she sucked in a quick, hard breath and held it. Her eyes became dreamy and rolled back under her eyelids as her orgasm swept her away.

“YEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!” She cried as she felt my cock explode inside her. A deep, gargled, rattling sound came from deep inside Mom’s throat. She held onto me like she’d fall to her death if she let go. She bucked back hard against my thrusts arching her back and pulling me down with her legs.

“Ahhhhhhggggggggggg―FUCK YEAH!!!FUCK ME BABY!!!FUCK MOMMY!!!”

I felt Mom’s pussy tightened around my spurting cock like a desperate hand. She held me tight and thrashed as I shot into her again and again. Mom came hard; burying her face in my neck, making sounds I’d never heard before; fucking me with hard, short, quick, jerks, grinding into me as I shot the last of my cum inside her.

After we both came, we slowed but kept moving, kept fucking; slower, more gently, less like animals. It just felt so good neither of us want to stop. A little while after we’d caught our breath, Mom gently coaxed me off. “Lay down.” She whispered in a voice I hadn’t hear since fifth or sixth grade.

I lay over on my back on the floor and Mom straddled me. She reached under her dress and guided my semi-hard dick back into her sopping but willing pussy. She leaned her head back and moaned blissfully as she slowly slid her ass back and

Forth………………………………….up and down……………………………….left and right.

She cups my face in her hands again, sweeps my hair away from my eyes with her thumbs, “I don’t want to stop yet.” She says softly; almost pleading for me to let her.

“You can fuck me anytime you want Sweetie.” She whispered as she rocked on my tired dick. “I’m sorry I’m a bitch.” She tells me. It almost made my want to cry hearing her say that. Had not been for the bubble of bliss that engulfed me at the moment…I might have.

“You’re not a bitch.” was all I could think to say. She kissed me…Like she really loved me…as we moved together in that gentle, swaying fuck, for lack of a better word.

It wasn’t long before Mom started to move with a little more zest. Her breath came harder and louder in my ear and her gentle sway had built up into something with a bit more attitude. She softly whispered my name {Bobby not Robert} as she tightened her hold on me.

It didn’t take long before Mom was lost again.

“Oh my god! Oh my God!” She moaned. “I’m…I’m gunna cum! I’m cumming again!!!” She gasped and closed her mouth over mine. The kiss was far from a kiss that had to be taken. This was a kiss given freely, passionately, lustfully.

“Uuuummmm. . .”She moaned into my mouth as the kiss became harder, deeper. “Ummm―hummm. . .”

Our mouths, our lips moved, slid over each others, oiled by her lipstick and our saliva. It was wet and messy…like a great passionate kiss should be.

Mom pushed up off my chest, sat up straight, and tucked her chin between her luscious tits. Her body stiffened on top of me. She dug her fingers into my pecks and pushed down hard enough to leave my ass print in the carpet. I felt her coochie constrict, sucking at my dick, squeezing it; trying to get more of my dick inside.

“Urgggggggggggggggghhhhh. . .” She groaned as she jerked her hips; tiny, little jerks. I felt more warmth pour down on top of me and run down between my legs, over my ball to the carpet below then she collapsed on my chest with a long lung emptying sigh.

“Oh my God Bobby! Oh my god!”

She was giggling, almost laughing. It was almost scary like I might have to call someone for help.

“I. . .I can’t believe it…” She managed to say as she tried to suck in air.

“I’ve never. . .never cum like that.” She gasped and giggled but she sounded sincere.

There would be no more “Blackmail”, no more bitching, no more “You made me do this”, no more facades, and pretenses. Only forbidden secrets and sinful pleasure.