Mary Jenkins - A mother_s forbidden passion

"Tony darling," Bette whimpered, "kiss me! Kiss me right now!"

There was no other world left for the handsome teenage youth now except that tiny area of existence inside the parked car; there was no lake, no soft moonlight, no trees or beach or singing crickets. There was nothing at all except this mind-blowing tableau of his mother rubbing his hand – her son's hand – across her naked throbbing breast and begging him to kiss her, kiss her not like a son but like a lover.

Bette's sensually lidded eyes grew closer to his, closer, closer, then she brought her mouth over his, her lips opening wide and moving on his lips. Fiery passion seethed through Tony at the contact of his mother's soft, wetly nibbling mouth on his own, and he began to tremble, her breast under his hand as hot as a burning mound of fired clay. Then Bette's hot wet tongue was flashing into his mouth, meeting with his, gyrating madly with his tongue. Tony's cock was fully erect now, palpitating with forbidden desire, and his balls ached at the contact of his mother's body with his, her mouth with his. Her free hand went down to his knee, causing him to jerk spasmodically with further electrical jolts of pleasure; then she drew her hand higher, higher, moving it along his thigh as her tongue and mouth worked wildly on his own, as her body strained hard against his on the car seat.

Bette was consumed with raging desire now, for she knew her plan was succeeding and more so because of the intense pleasure of making love to this youth she had borne from her womb, whom she loved so desperately. Her hand stroked his leg, her other hand helped him caress her quivering breast, and she moaned deep in her throat as she swirled his saliva with hers in both their mouths, mother's and son's commingling in hot wetness there.

This is wrong this is wrong this is wrong Tony's confused young mind chanted, but still he could do nothing to stop what was happening. It was as if he had been held spellbound by the enchantment of his mother and her sweet, soft, soft, hot flesh. His love for her was suddenly as strong as any man's for any woman's, as strong as his for Debbie, and he realized in that moment of insight that he had loved her deeply all along, never really stopped loving her even when she left him. But he had never dreamed that it could be in any way sexual his love for her and hers for him for he knew now that she loved him as much as he did her. And yet now, at this moment he could not deny the driving emotions, the all-consuming fire which spiraled hotly through his flesh – which had spiraled through his flesh too when he had watched her receiving Uncle Ken's long hard cock deep inside her welcoming cunt and had had the wish that he could take his uncle's place.

His arms tightened convulsively around his mother – he wanted her, he actually wanted to fuck his own mother! She caressed his thigh with harder and quicker strokes now then released his hand on her breast, brought it over to caress his chest through the thin shirt he wore, both her hands moving hotly, restlessly over her son's trembling body. Tony tried in one last desperate attempt at rational behavior to remove his hand from his mother's softly resilient breast, but he couldn't, he couldn't move at all except to continue to caress her, hold her tightly to him, tweak her hot hard nipples into further arousal, fuse his tongue with hers in a mad, wet, hot kiss of desire.

Then his mother's eager searching hand moved all the way up his thigh, found the aching bulge between his legs, began to move over it with gentle yet demanding fondlings. The touch of her fingers on his hardened prick, his swollen balls, brought a slow, nervous trembling to Tony, agonized animalistic groans from deep in the core of his young body, but he couldn't stop her; he couldn't stop her at all.

Oh yes, yes, he's as big as I knew he would be! Bette thought wildly as she stroked softly at her son's cloth protected genitals. It's so wonderful, the feel of his cock as a man, the same little cock I washed and touched so many times when he was a baby oooohh, Tony, I want you, I love you, I have to have you, I have to kiss that wonderful cock I used to see so often before.

Now Bette's questing fingers located the zipper of her son's fly, began to draw it down. She broke the kiss then, nuzzled his cheek, his neck reveled in his gasping. Against his ear she whispered hotly, "Let me take it out, Tony son. Let me take it out and hold it in my hand!"

"M-m-mom," he managed to wheeze in a last semblance of rationality, of propriety. "You you can't can't do this! Oh God! It's wrong, it's it's wrong!"

"Tony darling, I love you, I want you!"

"Oooohhh!"

"You love me too, don't you, sweetheart? You want to love me all the way like I love you, don't you? Say you do, Tony, let me take it out and hold it."

There was no more resistance left in the handsome teenager. Never had his body been so hot, so consumed with desire. Yes, he wanted her! Yes, yes, yes, he wanted his mother! He loved her, he loved her, he had always loved her, and this was the ultimate expression of love, yes, yes, "Yes Mom, yes, ohhh, I love you Mom, take it out, take it out right now!"

Bette's fevered fingers drew the zipper all the way down then went to his belt as Tony continued to massage her breast under the loose blouse, showering hot kisses into her soft blonde hair and neck. His lovely mother unfastened his belt, opened his pants, drew them away. Then her long-nailed fingers slipped inside the waistband of his shorts, pulled them down and away from his hard, moistly lubricated young penis as Tony lifted his buttocks convulsively to help her.

Then his cock was free of its constricting garment, free and naked in his mother's hot hand, and Bette gasped at the sheer immensity of it, the hot rigidity of the shaft of flesh of her son which she held so tightly in her hand. And never had anything felt so good to Tony as the soft warm smoothness of his mother's hand wrapped so lovingly around his naked erection! Wave after wave of prurient desire swept like a floodtide through his body, and he moaned aloud in his ecstasy, mindless with arousal, past all caring of anything but the delights surging through his flesh.

Bette transferred his rock-hard prick to her other hand, using the former to caress the underside of the shaft with her long nails, up and down, up and down. Then they dipped lower, located his sperm swollen young testicles and began to tease softly around them, causing the hotly boiling sperm to build heavier and heavier in her son's aching young scrotum.

Her passion-lidded eyes stared down at the huge, palpitating shaft she held in her hand, and fiery desire raged out of control in her own body. The quivering head glistened wetly in the darkness from its sheen of excited lubrication, the unseeing eye staring at her like some symbol of pleasure and orgasm and wonder. His penis seemed to sway in her hand as if with a hidden power of its own, cobra-like, commanding her to come nearer, to engulf it within the soft, sensitive folds of her mouth. Panting raggedly with excitement, Bette opened her mouth, licking her lips, allowing her tongue to stretch out between them. She moved her head downward slowly, lower and lower so that it was only an inch above the wavering head of her son's now fully hardened young penis, the jutting pink little tongue almost touching the secreting little split in the tip.

Tony realized in that moment what his mother wanted to do, what she was about to do, and he was seized with a momentary spasm of revulsion. No, not that, God, not that! Debbie had sucked him off that way many times, but that was different Debbie wasn't his mother that was his mother, his mother about to suck his penis up between her soft wet lips. But even as he thought that, the tremendous excitement of the act struck the handsome youth full force, causing his prick to leap anticipatorily in his mother's hand, and he knew he did want it to happen no matter what, he wanted her to suck his cock! That was all that made any sense, all that really counted, his mother's warm, smooth-fleshed inner mouth sucking his cock, his mother that he loved so much.