Miriam Schwartz - Family affair

"Here, darling, have a drink with me… I'll give you a glass. It's on the floor at your feet there."

He picked up the spilled glass from before and held it out to her to unsteadily pour some whiskey into it. He thanked her and then took a long swallow of the liquor. He gulped as the fiery liquid went down his throat.

Esther tried to smile as she saw the serious look on her son's face. She didn't want him to think she was having a bad time of it and then feel bad for her.

"Hey," she smiled, "What's with the long face? Smile, won't you? I want to see a pretty face on you."

"I'm just worrying about you, Mom, that's all," he said to her. "I don't want you feeling bad."

"NO, no," she laughed. "Do I look like I'm feeling bad, darling? Look at me laughing here."

She was laughing but a sob escaped from her lips. She gulped. She shrugged her shoulders.

"I might be just a little upset, Billy, but I'm trying not to let it affect me, you know."

He nodded. His eyes glanced back at her cunt again. He licked his lips. Right then and there he wanted to shove his face down there between her creamy thighs. He wanted to stick his tongue right up her cunt hole and lick out all the juices that were flowing out of her and into her pubic hair. The thought alone gave him a throbbing hard-on.

"Oh, Billy," she said. "You have to be my big strong boy now. I guess I do need your help, darling. And I know that you'll be by my side, won't you dear?"

Billy nodded. He felt tears coming to his eyes but he fought them back. He felt love and lust colliding. He fell against her, putting his face to her big, luscious tits.

"Oh, Mom, I love you so much, so very much!" he cried. "You're the only person I want in the whole world."

As his face mashed against her tits, Esther shuddered and a rippling warmth raced through her crotch. The pressure of his head and some of his chest against her body was very pleasing and arousing. She couldn't help it. He was a man, and that was what she had been waiting for. And he loved her, and she was sure that it was a sincere love, not like that phony love that George had professed for her.

She patted him on the head and ran her fingers through his hair, pushing his face down against her tits so she could feel his mouth actually pressing into one of her erect nipples. It was a thrilling sensation for her. The warmth of his body pressed tightly against hers was stimulating and she shivered involuntarily as yet another spasm of pleasure raced through her whole-aroused body.

She felt an ache for him that was almost unbearable. She idealized him as someone pure, young enough so that he hadn't been poisoned by any bad relationship, could give love in a pure way, without plotting or scheming.

The liquor she had imbibed made her light-headed and easily thrilled. She was enjoying having her son as the source of her desire. It gave her a perverse delight that she was too drunk to analyze or think better of. Right now it seemed wonderful to have him in her arms, her own son, and yet someone she could feel a sexual passion for… a desire for.

"My darling boy," she murmured absently, riding her hand up and down over his shoulders. "My big strong boy, that I love so much, that's so good to me, that loves me so much, my boy that wants me in every way…"

A sudden, shocking desire now raced through her, for she realized that she was contemplating having sex with her own son. She realized that he was turning her on right now as much as any man ever turned her on in the past.

Her mind grew suddenly active and urgent with the image of her boy's naked body. She could see his hard lean frame, looking down across him as he lay over her. She closed her eyes for a moment and though about what he looked like with his clothes off. She had seen what his prick looked like and it was a thick, long, piece of meat. On most other occasions she had blocked any dirty thoughts about him out of her mind. He was, after all, her son. But now, suddenly, it seemed all right. She felt liberated to think about him in that way, to think about the length and shape of his cock, and to wonder what it would feel like inside her pussy. That would be really something, to have beautiful Billy with his beautiful cock climbing inside her. Yes, that would feel so fine, so lovely, to have her boy's big cock going up her pussy.

The thought of him inside, her burned in her mind, sending hot flashes of heated wanting racing through her, and she noticed that her hands were kneading his shoulders more insistently now, and she was maneuvering her body around under him, letting her pussy press into his back.

The room seemed hot now and she smiled at her son, in a manner that would have to seem quite inviting to him.

"I'm getting warm, darling, aren't you?" she said to him then in her most seductive voice. She reached down and took hold of her silken wrapper that was already exposing most of her body. "I don't think I need to wear this any more, do you? It's already so warm in here, really."

She drew the thin garment over her head, dropping it to the floor and sitting in front of him, naked now, her full womanly charms completely exposed to him. She shivered just at the idea of being so exposed in front of him, more than that, practically on top of him. She wiggled her tits out… they were full and sensual and they rose up and down on her chest as she took a few breaths. She could see the feelings her boy was feeling in his eyes. She smiled at her knowledge of what he was feeling. There was a mixture of lust and shyness, embarrassment in his expression now.

She sighed and let her breasts heave from side to side again. She gently touched one of her nipples and made it go even more erect than it already was.

"Ahh, that's much better, with that silly thing off of me," she sighed. "It didn't do much good, anyway, since you could see my big, fat titties through it. I guess the point is tease men who see you in it, let them hunger to see your attributes in the flesh, hmm?"

Billy just let out a breath he had been holding since she made herself naked.

"God, you're beautiful," he croaked, shuddering violently as he gazed at her with an intent look in his eyes. "You're just beautiful, Mother! God, yes, you are."

Her body was already damp with sweat, glistening with a heightened eroticism that she knew was affecting him powerfully. His hands trembled in his lap, the fingers gripping each other nervously and she laughed at him again.

"You mustn't be afraid of me, darling," she murmured softly, no longer caring if what they were about to do was evil and wrong or not. "We have nothing to fear from each other, I can promise you that, my love. We are together now, just the two of us. Everyone else has abandoned us and we are alone in the world and must comfort each other."

With that she reached out and took hold of his hands, pulling them up to her tits. As she felt his palms crushing her breasts, she moaned, feeling his fingers wrapping around her soft, fleshy melons.

Billy gulped. He nearly swooned from excitement as he held onto her like that. The tits felt so good!

He couldn't believe this was happening. It was like his wildest fantasy was suddenly coming true. This was something he had dreamed of, fantasized about, on night after night. But he had never really expected it to happen – not for real. But it was happening. Yes, it was actually happening and it was wonderful. She was acting just as she did in his fantasies, when he masturbated thinking about her giving herself to him. And that was what she was doing, all right. She was giving herself to him, letting him touch her, and this was only the beginning. There was going to be more, much more, because it was obvious that this was not going to be some little teasing thing that she would cut off before it went too far. No, the look in her eyes showed him that she was in this for real, right to the logical conclusion of all this teasing and enticing. They were going to fuck. Yes, he had to confront that simple idea that he had gone over so many times in his own mind, thinking of how wonderful and beautiful it would have to be. And it was going to be just that, he was sure of it. His cock was popping inside his pants, ready to split through his pants, to attack her right then and then. He shuddered from head to toe with the excitement at the thought of what it would be like to have his cock go inside her pussy. He glanced down at the cunt again and to its plump, bright pink meat. The idea of sinking his hard cock in there nearly made him pass out.