When Melissa awoke the following morning, she sat up in bed wondering where she was. When she turned and saw Eric lying in bed next to her, it all came rushing back. Her face suddenly flushed white-hot. Quickly she swung out of bed. When she stood up she noticed a note on her night table. Her fingers were trembling as she opened it and read: “Your clothes for the day are on the dresser. Love, Eric.”
She quickly looked over at the dresser and moaned. The outfit, if you could call it that, was only the bottom half of a tiny pink nightly. Her breasts would be totally bare again. It was obvious that her son had a fascination with her breasts. A chill ran down her spine at the thought of him nursing at her motherly breasts not so many years ago. She shook her head to clear the image.
It was an hour or so later when Eric came downstairs. The snow had let up and the sky was blue, but the weather report was for more snow. In the kitchen Melissa was at the stove cooking breakfast.
“Good morning, Mom,” he said cheerfully as he sat down at the table.
“Good morning,” Melissa returned without turning around. She could feel his eyes on her and she knew that the cheeks of her ass were exposed below the elastic of the tiny panties.
When she turned around with a plate of pancakes, her face was scarlet. Now he had a clear view of her naked breasts. She took some solace in the fact that at least her pussy lips were covered … but just barely.
Her son stared at her naked breasts. In spite of her embarrassment she felt excitement at the look in his eyes. Strangely, his stare made her proud that she had kept her figure and that her breasts could still compete with those of much younger women. She felt her pussy lips begin to moisten as she walked slowly to the table. She sat the plate down and joined him. Almost immediately she felt her nipples becoming erect.
Unable to look at her son, she turned toward the window and said, “It’s clear now but it’s supposed to start snowing again.”
“I heard that on the radio,” Eric responded as he stuck a fork into a stack of pancakes and pulled them to his plate.
Melissa picked at her food, her rising excitement taking away her appetite. Every so often she would glance up at Eric and find him staring at her breasts. Once she opened her mouth to speak but stopped. She had no idea what to say. She had no excuses for what had happened last night. Plus, she couldn’t deny that she enjoyed it and it was obvious that Eric knew it. There was nothing to be said.
Eric spoke, “You want the last pancake?”
Melissa shook her head and watched him finish the last pancake. Then he stood up and silently walked past her. She heard him place his plate in the sink and then felt his presence behind her. Over the smell of her cup of coffee, she could detect something else … something earthier. She trembled.
A moment later she turned her head and her eyes opened wide as she saw his hard cock inches from her face.
Her breath caught in her throat when she saw her son’s pulsing cock. The coffee cup slipped from her fingers and crashed to the table. “Eri …” she started to say, but her words were cut off as he forced his cock into her mouth. “Mmmmpppphhh,” she grunted, but only struggled for a moment.
Just like last night, she stopped protesting when she tasted his sweet cock. This time a moan of surrender escaped her lips, which were now wrapped tightly around his cock.
“That’s it Mom, suck me. You did a great job sucking my cock last night.”
Melissa’s face flushed at his words, but she continued to suck. Her heart was throbbing in her chest as she nursed on the swollen head. She could taste his sweet pre-cum juice as it poured into her mouth. She had to admit that she loved the taste.
“That’s it, suck me,” Eric whispered as he gently grasped his mother’s head. His hips began a slow dance back and forth. “Yes, yes, yes,” he whispered.
Melissa pulled her head back until the cock head was out of her mouth. She looked at the swollen plum with amazement. At the tip was a clear bubble of juice. She watched as it grew and finally began to drip. With a little moan, she stuck out her tongue and let the drop land on her tongue.
When she pulled her tongue back into her mouth and swallowed the sweet bubble of pre-cum she nearly climaxed. The taste sent her floating on a wave of pleasure. Eric pulling on her head brought her back to the present. She resisted his attempt to have her take his cock back into her mouth. Instead she began to lick the head, moving the tip of her tongue up and down, smearing a steady stream of juice across the now shimmering head. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she sucked the head back inside.
“Ahhhhh!!!” Eric moaned loudly. His hips began to move back and forth as he pulled on his mother’s head.
Melissa sucked her son for a long time. She wanted to draw it out, make him wait for the ultimate pleasure. Incredibly, she was enjoying teasing him. She realized that she enjoyed sucking him more than she ever imagined. Maybe it was because it was her son, and it so wrong. However, this time it didn’t seem as wrong as it had last night. While there was still pangs of moral regret flashing in her mind the excitement of giving her son pleasure washed them away.
Eric’s moans of frustration finally made Melissa relent. She began to suck harder and pump his shaft at the same time. Her other hand slipped into his underwear and pulled his balls into the open. Now with her mouth on his cock and her hand on his shaft she caressed his balls. They felt warm and alive. Slowly, ever so slowly, she took more and more of his cock into her mouth. Inch by inch it disappeared until the head breached her throat and slipped deeper. She fought the urge to gag.
“Jesus, Mom,” Eric hissed as he felt his mom take his cock into her throat.
Even Melissa was amazed that she was able to take most of his cock. Needing to breath, she allowed the long shaft to slip back out until only the head was in her mouth. Then she took him deep several more times, slowly forcing the head into her throat until she had it all. When she pulled it finally, the shaft was now covered with saliva. She used the saliva to coat her hand. Slowly she began to stroke him until she was pumping her hand up and down with just the head in her mouth. A little whimper escaped her lips … now she wanted his sperm.
“Mom, oh God, I’m going to cummmmmm!” Eric moaned. “Ahhhhh!!!” he screamed.
Melissa felt his balls tighten … she could feel them moving in her hand like they were alive. She knew another blast was coming and relaxed her throat. She felt the slick and warm cream squirt deep into her mouth. She pulled her head back slightly so she could taste him. His sperm came out in great quantity. Again the amount surprised her. And again some began to escape.
She closed her lips tightly. As her mouth filled she squeezed her legs together. “Ahhhhh!!!” she gasped as she swallowed, and her own climax began. Her mouth filled over and over with her son’s hot sperm. Each swallow spurred the pulses of her climax.
When the last drops of Eric’s cum were sucked from him, Melissa stood up on unsteady legs. Then she turned and walked to the sink. An irrational exuberance rushed through her as she began to wash the dishes. For some reason she had no feelings of regret this time. It almost seemed natural. She loved her son, so why not give him pleasure? She shook her head to try to bring her senses back but the taste of her son’s cum in her mouth made that impossible. The strong taste of semen sent a strange kind of warmth throughout her body … like the tiny seeds of life were suddenly in her blood stream. No negative thought could penetrate the feeling.
Eric placed his hand on the table, still gasping for breath, his head turned to his mother. When he could move, he slowly walked up behind her. He stood there for a moment.
Melissa could feel him behind her. She could feel his breath on her neck. Then his lips touched her bare shoulder. She felt herself being turned around until she was in his strong arms. A second later her lips were covered by his.
With a moan, she melted into his embrace. The feeling of warmth inside her grew. She pressed her body to her son as the kiss grew ever more passionate. Their tongues dueled as their saliva mixed. When she felt his cock begin to stiffen between her legs, she pushed him away. She wasn’t sure why. She said, “I have to get the dishes done.” She turned around and began to wash the dishes again, but there was a smile on her face.
Eric sighed and moved away.
Melissa cleaned up the house and then sat down to read again. Eric finally joined her, picking up a novel he had been reading. While they both appeared calm, there was still an incredible air of sixual tension … after all Melissa was still half-naked.
It was after lunch when Melissa told Eric they needed to talk. She sat him down at the table, taking his hands gently into hers. She looked at the injured wrists, rubbing her fingers across the backs of his hand. “Eric … Eric, Hon,” she started and stopped.
“Mom … he started to say something but Melissa put her fingers to his lips.
“Let me try to get his out,” she said, her eyes suddenly misty as she searched his. “Eric, what we have done is wrong … very, very wrong.”
It was obvious from the look on her son’s face that he thought she was going to admonish him. She looked at her son’s hands clutched gently in hers as she continued. “I don’t know if it’s the setting or being locked up in this cabin, but I have obviously lost all reason. I am having an incredibly difficult time thinking straight … especially … especially when I am close to you.” She glanced up into Eric’s eyes before she continued. “I can’t change what has happened. In fact, I don’t know if I would want to … I mean … damn, it’s all so confusing.”
“Mom, I love you,” Eric blurted.
“I love you too, Eric.”
“No, not like a mother. I love you like … you know, like a woman,” Eric said.
Melissa sighed and wondered if she should tell him that she thought she felt the same way about him. She decided not to say anything now. Instead, in response she squeezed his hands gently. “As I said, I don’t know if I would change what has happened. But I can try and control what happens until we leave here.”
A pained expression came to Eric’s face and his eyes began to tear.
“Unfortunately, I don’t think I can resist you while we are closed up in this cabin.”
Now Eric’s face brightened.
A tiny smile curled at the corners of Melissa’s lips. “But we have to control ourselves. What I mean is that we can’t let this go any further than it already has. I am your mother, not a lover.”
Eric face showed his distress. “You mean we can’t do … do … you know, what we did this morning?”
“No …” Melissa said and paused. She saw Eric wince. “What I mean is we cannot go any further.”
Eric looked confused. “Huh?”
Melissa smiled at his confusion. “We can still … I mean … I can still suc … you know, do what I did in the bathroom and this morning, but we can’t do anything else.”
Eric’s face broke into a broad smile.
“And that lasts only while we are here in this cabin, not when we go home.”
It was obvious that Eric had barely heard the last comment. “Wow, Mom,” he gasped.
“I mean it, Eric. We cannot take what we do here back home,” she admonished him. She knew he wasn’t listening. “Okay, since we both have cabin fever, let’s get our ski suits on and go for a little walk. The fresh air will clear our heads.”
That evening Melissa washed Eric as usual, but she didn’t do anything sixual with him. Eric was obviously disappointed. Melissa gave him a smile and went to the bedroom to wait for him.
When Eric came upstairs Melissa saw that he was only wearing a towel. She smiled and patted the bed next to her.
He dropped the towel and quickly he crawled onto the bed and lay down.
Without a word Melissa bend over him and began to kiss his stomach. With little licks, she worked her way across his lower abdomen toward his already hard cock. She grasped his cock with one hand as she continued to kiss around his erection. For quite some time she avoided touching his cock, until finally, when she felt his hand on her head, she allowed him to lead her mouth to his cock. With a moan from both of them she engulfed him.
“Oh, God, Mom,” he moaned. His hands directed her head up and down as his hips began to move.
Melissa’s head began to move faster and her hand began to pump his cock. Within minutes she was gasping for breath as she worked to make him cum. She suddenly needed his cum … needed it desperately. A moment later she got what she wanted.
“Ohhhh,” Eric groaned as his balls pulled tight to his groin. Then he screamed, “Ahhhhhheeee,” as his cum rushed up the shaft and into his mother’s sucking mouth.
Melissa’s pussy began to throb when she felt the first blast of cum spew into her mouth. She swallowed and trembled. The cum kept coming until it began to slip from her lips and down her fist to pool on his stomach.
When Melissa had all the cum cleaned from his cock she bent her head and began to lick up the juice that had spilled on his stomach.
Eric watched his mother with total amazement on his face.
When she finally pulled away, there wasn’t a speck of cum to be found. She had it all in her stomach. It now felt strangely comforting to have swallowed her son’s sperm. It made her feel warm inside. Then her heart began to swell with something … a strange feeling … something she hadn’t felt in years. With shock she realized that she loved her son … but not like a son … like a man … like a lover. The realization made her head spin and her heart pound.
Suddenly the room grew very quiet. Melissa pulled away and moved up to lie on the bed next to Eric, who had his eyes closed, but he was still breathing heavily.
A moment later Eric opened his eyes and smiled at his mother. She returned the smile. “God, you’re beautiful, Mom.”
Melissa blushed. She closed her eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered.
Eric found he couldn’t resist touching her. Slowly his hand reached out and rested on her breast.
Melissa’s eyes flew open. “Eric,” she gasped, yet she did nothing to remove his hand.
“You have the prettiest breasts I have ever seen,” he said, almost in a trance.
When Melissa felt his hand began to knead her flesh, she knew she should stop him. Yet, she couldn’t move. She closed her eyes and groaned quietly. She allowed Eric to place his mouth on hers and their tongues began to duel. Eric’s cock grew hard again.
Eric began to squeeze her breast more firmly. Soon he was massaging and pinching the nipple. His hand moved to the other breast.
Melissa was breathing through her mouth and she kept her eyes closed tightly. She knew what was about to happen but couldn’t stop it.
Eric slowly bent his head and took the hard nipple into his mouth.
“Errrrriiiiccc, nooooo!!!” Melissa gasped. She reached for his head, but his hand caught hers and their fingers entwined. Her hips began to squirm.
He sucked one nipple and then the other, nursing on them as he had done when he was but an infant.
A few moments Melissa felt Eric begin to move. His mouth moved down her breasts to her stomach. “Eric, no,” she whispered. “This is so wrong.” Her hands remained on his head as it moved lower and lower.
Swiftly, before another protest, Eric moved between his mother’s legs onto his knees. He stared down at her pussy.
He had never looked at one so close before, but he knew his mother’s was beautiful. It was hard to believe that he had come out of that hole eighteen years ago. He could never have imaged that he would someday lick it. His eyes ran up and down the swollen lips watching them quiver with anticipation. The lips were open and ready for his mouth. He could see a stream of juice coming from deep inside and his mouth began to water. He had to eat her.
He lifted her legs and gently placed them on his shoulder.
“Eric, what are you doing?” Melissa asked as if she had no idea.
“I know Dad never did this for you, but I want to.”
“What … oh, Eric … you … we can’t.”
“Yes we can. I want to eat your pussy. I want to make you feel good like you’ve done for me.”
“It’s wrong,” Melissa whimpered without opening her eyes.
“No, it’s right. You’re going to love it. Just relax.”
“Ohhhh, Eric,” Melissa whispered in surrender as she grasped the back of her thighs and pulled them to chest. There was no attempt to push him away now.
Melissa could feel the juice dripping from her hole and running to the sheet below. For a moment it embarrassed her. But then she felt Eric’s mouth on her pussy.
“Ohhhhh, mmmmhhhhhh,” she screamed. She had never felt so excited in her life. This was something she had fantasized about for years … fantasized about a man eating her … but certainly not her own son. “Eric,” she gasped when she felt his tongue split her swollen lips. “Oh, God!”
Eric moaned as he moved his tongue up and down her wet slit. He tickled the inner lips, then drawing the juice coating his tongue into his mouth. He pushed her hips back further and opened his mouth wide. His head moved down with his tongue out. He plunged it into her.
“Ahhhhhheeeee … oh God, oh God!!!” Melissa screamed. She froze with her hips raised. She could feel her son’s tongue swirling deep inside her, then plunging in and out. Her mouth opened as she gasped for breath, trying desperately to draw oxygen into her depleted lungs. “Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh!!!” she moaned.
Eric tongued her for a long time. Then he pulled back and opened his mouth again. This time it came down on her swollen clit. He sucked the almost penis shaped clit into his mouth.
That was more than Melissa could take. “Ahhhh, I’m cummmmmiiiiinnngggg!!! she screamed. Her hips lifted from the bed and then froze. Fireworks exploded inside her head. Waves of incredible pleasure washed over her, bringing her pleasure like she had never known. The pleasure grew with each wave until she could no longer think … she could only feel … feel pleasure in every cell of her body. It no longer mattered that it was her son eating her. In fact, it made it sweeter … it was forbidden, against every moral code she had been brought up to believe and that made it so wrong, but yet, it was so, so exciting.
Eric sucked her hard, then softly, then hard again. He pulled her clit into his mouth and gently nibbled it. His tongue worried the smooth crown, gently flicking it. The drool from his mouth mixed with his mother’s copious juices and ran down the crack of her ass and onto the bed.
Melissa’s climax went on and on until exhaustion took over and she collapsed onto the bed unconscious.