Obsession – Chap 1 – Part 4

Incest story: Obsession – Chap 1 – Part 4

Author: APerv2

I remember my husband absolutely loved it when I gave him a blow job. The slower the better, he liked it. His favorite, and I think mine too, were the times we were going out on the town or to a party and we were all dressed up nice; him in his best suit and me in a low-cut, sheer gown that showed off my tits or in one of my short revealing dresses that showed a lot of leg.

I would tease him as I got dressed and put my make-up on, saying

things like, “I’m going to give you a nice slow blow job in the car on the way to the party”. Or once we got there I would tell him. “I’m going to the ladies room to fix my lipstick”. He knew what that meant. If he met me, and we could find a reasonably safe place, I would pull his dick right through his open fly and suck it for him with a fresh coat of lipstick on my lips. I loved leaving my red lip prints all over his dick.

Sometimes I was so into it that I really didn’t care if someone saw us or not. Sometimes I even fantasized that someone was watching. Usually I blew him until he came in my mouth and I’d just swallowed it. I’d kiss it and then slip it back into his pants. He loved that.

I missed that feeling of excitement and adventure. I missed the taste and feel of cum in my mouth.

I didn’t what to miss it anymore.

“Happy birthday baby.” I whispered to my son, then as I lowered my head, I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the tip of my son’s throbbing cock.

It really took him my surprise.

“OH MY GOD YES!!! OH GOD! OH GOD MOM! THAT’S IT! DO THAT!!! DO IT!!! BLOW ME FOR REAL!!!!” Brian all but screamed as he thrashed on the bed.

It was obvious he’d thought about me blowing him as well.

His legs went out stiff and straight on either side of me as he pulled at the blanket beneath him. He was beginning to jerk his hips a little more and lift his ass up off the bed as I tried to fit more of his cock in my mouth. I slid my hand up a little more on his stomach trying to settle him some, pushing down gently trying to keep him in place so that he could cum in my mouth.

“You’re blowing me! You’re blowing me Mom! You’re blowing me!” he kept saying.

“Um-hum…” I moaned around the plump head of his cock.

I sucked on it and let my tongue swirl around it as I continues jerked him off.

I heard myself moan, “Um— Um— Um— Um—…” with each stroke as I tried to fit more of his cock in my mouth; waiting for him to cum so I could taste it; feel it in my mouth.

It took less than a minute before I felt his cock pulsate and twitch in my hand. It felt like his dick was trying to catch its breath. With a few more strokes, his cock exploded in my mouth. It was thick and salty and a lot of it. “Umh!” I almost choked.

His cum shot down my throat. It came with such force it almost gagged me. I pulled back a little as more shot into my mouth. I couldn’t believe it. Another blast―Between the fat head of his cock and the amount of cum, my mouth was full. I swallowed hard. I loved it. I pulled back a little more, trying to seal just my pouty lips over the very tip of it as more shot in my mouth.

I had to swallow again. I moaned my pleasure and surprise with each rope of hot cum that I tasted.

I wasn’t used to this. My husband had never cum so much. Although they were powerful, three or four thin spurts was all I’d ever managed to get out of my husband. I’d suck the last few drops out of his small dick, swallow it and we were done. I’d never experienced anything like this.

“So much!” I thought as more cum gushed into my mouth.

“OH-MY-GOD! YOU’RE DOING IT—YOU’RE SWALLOWING IT!!!!” Brian shrieked with amazement and utter delight. He all but opened the window and screamed it out to the neighbors.

I was doing the best I could to handle this assault of hot, thick cum but it came too fast and too much. It was so thick and gooey. I couldn’t swallow all of it. Between Brian squirming around and me stroking his dick, I was having a hard time keeping my lips sealed over his cum hole. Some poured out of the corners of my mouth, some just shot out wildly as I stroked him.

“OH GOD!— OH GOD!— OH GOD! …” Brian laid stiff as a board now on the bed as I finished making him cum.

It would seem that neither of us had experienced anything quite like this before.

I leaned back so I could see it. I pumped and jerked. I didn’t know where it was all coming from but cum was flying everywhere now. Another thick white rope grazed my cheek and sprayed my hair. I covered the tip with my lips again just in time to catch the next gooey load. When I pulled my mouth away to swallow it; more blasted all over my nose and cheek. I continued to pump his cock feverishly. I loved the way his hot thick cum felt on my face.

“OH YEAH MOM!!!” I heard my son through the frenzy.

“Umm, umm!” I moaned in the heat of the moment.

More cum splashed over my lips and dripped off my chin

“DON’T STOP! DON’T STOP MOM! DON’T STOP!”

I had no intention of stopping until he was done.

I’m not sure who was getting more pleasure from this incestuous act; him or me.

I felt my pussy twitching; constricting tight and then releasing, pounding. It did this, over and over again as I milked my son’s balls. I could feel the wetness in my panties as they rubbed over my swollen clit. I slowly ground my thighs together with every stroke of my hand. My clit swelled like a grape and throbbed between my legs. I could feel my heartbeat pounding in my clit and deep in my pussy. I couldn’t believe it. Doing this to Brian, was actually making ME cum.

“Umm, Jesus Brian…” I cooed as if I were in a dream; stroking my son’s dick, rubbing his spurting cockhead all over my pouty lips as cum poured out.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh…” I sighed with my open mouth poised over Brian’s dick. I few smaller spurts squirted onto my tongue. I swallowed again and then took his cock back in my mouth hoping for even more.

“Mmmmmmmm…” I moaned as I took as much of his big dick in my mouth as I could and sucked the last few globs of thick, gooey cum out of my son.

“HOLY SHIT!!!” Brian groaned as his head fell back.

I closed my eyes and squeezed my thighs together as tight as I could. I tried to hold off my impending orgasm. I figured I’d relieve myself in the privacy of my room but the feel of Brian’s cock in my hand and in my mouth, the feel and taste of his cum and the pressure on my clit was overwhelming. I could feel my running shorts getting wetter and wetter as my pussy surged.

I had never cum like that before and without me or someone actually touching my pussy. I felt my whole body tense as I sucked hard on my son’s cock. I squeezed my thighs together as tight as I could and rocked back and forth on my feet.

“Oh Jesus…” I sucked in a deep breath as my own orgasm gripped me and held me like vise.

“Ooooooooo Yeahhhhhhhh…” I sighed quietly and licked my lips as I held his fat dick in my hand and surrendered to the feeling.

I’d made my son cum and now I was too. I looked up at Brian shamelessly; adding to the lustful bliss of orgasm. I saw that he was watching me with great pleasure and delight as his mother gave in to the longing.

I rocked back and forth, not trying to hide it. I tilted my head back, closed my eyes, and gently held my son’s cock in both hands; sliding my fingers through the mess. All I thought about was how it felt in my hands and how he was watching me as I caressed it and smeared his thick cum all over it.

My hips slid back and forth as if I was sitting on a nice stiff prick. I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth and tasted the salty gooeyness that had come from my son. I felt hot, slutty……fantastic. I let my tongue sweep across my chin and over my upper lip gathering what cum I could.

“Oh ― my ― God!” I cried as I brought my chin to my chest, stared at Brian’s sloppy dick and my hands on it as I squeezed my thighs together hard. I cut my eyes up at Brian. Making the connection— I began to quiver as I looked my son in the eyes and held his cock in my trembling hands. Simply put; I was glad it was Brian, excited that it was indeed my son that I was doing this with.

“ Briannnnnnnnnn…” I cooed as I rolled my ass, putting as much friction on my clit as I could while I rocked. It was all I could do not to tear my shorts and panties off and try to cram my son’s cock into my soaked coochie. {Had he not cum already and I had not been in the thralls of climatic bliss, I might have considered it more.} As I quivered and quaked, my hot pussy exploded again, filling me with a feeling that I can honestly say, I can’t describe.

My legs shook… …My ass jerked uncontrollably… You would have thought I was having a seizure. …And then, I let go of Brian’s dick, grabbed his hips for support and slammed my eyes closed as a slow, steady stream of liquid pleasure poured into my panties. It was a long, deep, intense orgasm that seemed to go on and on. I was oblivious to everything except my pussy. A low steady growl rose up from somewhere deep inside of me and filled the room as my orgasm swept through me.

It was amazing. To think that what I was doing to my son could make me feel like this.

When my orgasm had finally subsided and my head began to clear, I heard Brian talking to me.

“Mom…Mom. You OK?”

“Ummmmm-hummmm.” I slowly answered.

I realized that Brian’s body was more relaxed now. I filled my hands with his cock and immediately felt that it had lost a great deal of its firmness and girth but still felt wonderful in my hands. I knew we were done, for all practical purposes, but I lowered my head and took the plump head of his dick in my mouth again anyway and lovingly sucked on it.

“Oh God” Brian groaned. “You look so hot doing that.” He told me.

“I mean you look hot anyway. . . . . .even when you’re not, I mean.”

I pulled my mouth off him, “I know what you mean Sweetie―It’s OK―Thanks.” I twirled my tongue around him and took him back in my mouth.

I was pleased to hear my son say that to me. It was nice to know.

Brian raised up a little, trying to push a little more of his cock past my lips. I eagerly sucked what I could fit in my mouth. I could only take a few inches before I raised my head letting his slippery dick briefly slide out of my mouth.

“It’s a lot to swallow.” I told him with a smile then rolled my tongue over and around his soft head a few times before I tried again.

I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took as much as I could. I could feel it reaching for the back of my throat but was just to thick to get there. I gagged a little and eased up a bit, relaxed my throat and then, holding his dick at its’ base with my fingers, I tried again. I swallowed more of it this time. It was quite a bit softer now and easier to fit in my mouth.

I used to do this to his father all the time after he’d cum. But with his father, it was much easier. His entire dick fit in my mouth easily. I loved the feel of my tongue sloshing his soft little dick in my mouth. This was different; perhaps even better― Certainly more erotic.

The feel of it in my mouth made me once again wonder what it would feel like in my pussy. I couldn’t help but let a quiet sigh escape from around his cock. I slipped it out of my mouth and kissed it. Brian seemed to really like that.

“God Mom, that feels awesome. You look like you really like doing that too.”

I looked up from between his legs, “I do Honey. I miss doing this……

a lot.” and with that said, I opened my mouth and lowered my head again.

I tried to fill my mouth again. Even though it so much softer now, I was amazed that I had actually gotten most so much of it in my mouth. I felt Brian push up into me and after a minute or so of almost ‘Deep-throating’ my son, I let it slide out of my mouth and began licking it, kissing it all over and licking the cum off his slippery balls as well as I smeared the cum all over my face with the tip of his dick. I was acting like a total slut, but it made me feel exhilarated, so hot and bothered, so naughty that I didn’t want to stop. And Brian seemed more than happy with me efforts.

“Holy shit!” I heard him confirm as I licked and sucked him clean.

“This is awesome.” he tells me. It made me want to do it even more.

I know the shame should have come flooding in. I waited for the feeling of dread and regret to take over. But as I knelt there between my son’s legs rubbing his soft, smooth cock head over my lips and holding his lovely balls in my hand… …all I felt was the lust and a need to just “Fuck”.

“God Mom, that was amazing.” I heard him say.

I pulled his dick away from my face and looked up at Brian; his cum all over my face and in my hair. He was staring at me. I smiled and kissed the tip of his cock as I looked into his eyes before finally letting it drop limply onto his thigh.

“This wasn’t quite what I was expecting to give you for your birthday Honey.” I told him as I crawled out from between his legs and got up off the bed. I picked up his pajama bottoms off the floor and wiped my face and hands.

“Huh, funny, cuz that’s kinda what I was wishing for.” He said with a big happy smile on his face and swung his legs over the side of the bed.

“I’m not sure what came over me Brian.”

“Me either but I’m really glad it did. That was the coolest thing ever. ” He declared as he stood up.

“I’m glad you liked it so much.”

“LIKED IT? It was better then I ever imagined it would be.”

“You’ve thought about this a lot, have you?”

He looked at the floor kinda shyly. “Well, yeah… …Pretty much I guess.” He confessed.

“Well, as it turns out… …I liked doing it for you too.” I told him quite bluntly.

I think that might have been rather obvious considering the way I had cum in front of him while I lapped up all his cum; not to mention that my running shorts were now visibly soaked through in the crotch.

“I mean, after all…It IS your birthday.” I told him, trying to sound as normal as I could after what had just happened.

“You can’t tell anyone.” I told him.

“No one?” He questioned. “Not even Johnny?”

Johnny was his best friend. He was on the school football team with Brian. He was a year ahead of Brian and came over to the house all the time.

“Why would you want to tell Johnny?”

“Because he’d flip out.”

“I’m sure he would. Anybody would.”

“No, I mean…He’d be jealous.”

“Jealous? Why?”

“Well…”

He was hesitant. I furrowed my brow and cocked my head at him.

“He talks about it a lot.” Brian said somewhat reluctantly.

“He?”

“Well, us.” He confessed. “WE talk about it a lot.” He amended.

“What exactly do the two of you talk ABOUT?”

“Well―About you.”

“What about ME?”

He’d gotten me pretty curious and maybe a bit concerned.

“About how pretty you are and stuff…”

“And what STUFF?”

“You know―About doing stuff with you.” He told me shyly as he scratched his head. He looked like he was sorry he’d said anything in the first place.

“No, I don’t know Brian. What kind of ‘Stuff’?”

He took a few seconds, “This kinda stuff.” He says and points between his legs.

“You and Johnny talk about me giving you guys ‘BLOW JOBS’!” I was shocked. “I’m your mother…” I told him and instantly realized the stupidity of the statement.

“I mean…” Now I took a few seconds. “I mean, it never occurred to me that that would be something you and Johnny would TALK about.”

Brian shrugged his shoulders and threw his hands up.

I just had to ask, “Would he ever let HIS mother… …do something like that to HIM?”

“He told me he would if he had a mom that looked like you.” My son said it with a certain measure of pride.

“Well, never-the-less Brian, you can’t tell anyone, especially Johnny. I have to see him all the time. It’s bad enough that he THINKS about me doing that kinda stuff. I’d feel uncomfortable if he knew I really did it to YOU. God knows who he might tell or what he might expect. Nobody can know.” I explained. “Understand?”

“Yeah, OK.” Then he looked in my eyes, “You’re not sorry, are you?”

“Honestly? No, not at all.” I assured him with a smile. “And I don’t want you MAKING me sorry either Brian.” I solemnly added.

I explained how if it were to get out that I had given my son a blow job that I would get into some serious trouble.

You don’t want to wind-up in a foster home where they make you do all the chores and won’t let you go to the Ball. As far as UI know…You don’t have a fairy-god-mother.” I told him halfheartedly.

“I don’t know about that.” He told me with a huge smile covering his face. “Considering what I got for my birthday, I think I might have a fairy-god-mother with a childless sister.” He added with a mocked sincerity.

“Well, regardless, This will have to be our little secret.” I told him.

Then as if I hadn’t been surprised enough that morning, Brian looked at me with a twinkle in his handsome dark eyes and asked me sheepishly, “Is there anything I can do for you Mom that you might like?”

I have to admit, even after all that had happened that morning I was still a little taken back to hear such an offer by my son.

“Like… …what?” I asked a little apprehensively; not wanting to jump to any conclusions. I was pretty curious about what he might be thinking.

“I don’t know…” He said with a shrug of his shoulders and a boyish smile.

A moment ago all I really had in mind was going to my room and, reliving the experience while I pleasured myself in my shower. My son’s ambitious offer made me very aware of my wet pussy again.

I glanced up and down his fit, young, naked body, lingering at the oversized thing that hung between his legs; still wet and shiny from the blow-job I’d given him.

“Let me get cleaned up…” I told him with a wet crotch and cum on my sports bra and in my hair. I was still a little apprehensive but I said it with a smile as the idea of another encounter started to fill my thoughts.

I turned and looked at him over my shoulder as I left his room,

“I’ll leave my door open.”

I don’t think either one of us was exactly sure how all of that had happened so quickly but it seemed to me that he was certainly OK with the progression of things and obviously interested in doing it again.

I found that very sweet and thoughtful. Most guys, most men, would’ve been done right after they came but he wanted to know if there was anything he could do for ME before the encounter ended. How sweet.

Looking back on it now, I’m amazed at how fast we both became so comfortable with such a rigidly forbidden and secretive act as “Incest”.

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Parent Post: Obsession – by Aperv2

• Obsession - Chap 1 - Part 2
• Obsession - Chap 1 - Part 3
• Obsession - Chap 1 - Part 4
• Obsession - Chap 2 - Part 1
• Obsession - Chap 2 - Part 2