Mom and son share a mutual love of incest fantasies.
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It was a rare occasion that Tammy brought out the toys before bedtime, before she was done reading her favourite kind of stories, but she could no longer hold back, what with the colourful mental pictures and heart-wrenching passion of the new offerings she had stumbled upon. Now she sat deep in her chair, reading from her iPad with one hand while in the other her silver bullet buzzed strongly against her most precious spot through her damp panties, and over the course of an hour as she stealthily released blissful climax after climax, she wrestled with the temptation to reach for something bigger, and lost!
Her son was only in the next room. And how thin were the walls really? As Tammy breathed raggedly, flicking the stray blonde locks away from her heavy-lidded eyes, she bit her lower lip hard before giving in and yanking the crotch of her pink panties to one side, daring to sample the warm waters with eager fingers, the palm of that hand rested on the prominent hood of her clit just below her dark trimmed bush, and muffling a sigh as she did.
Not only did her puffy pink cunt beg to be fucked deep, but so did her heart, and so did her mind, like a tantric geyser building pressure, steaming and spraying and fit to burst.
She tried to make do with what she had to hand, but it just wasn’t going to be enough and she knew it. So Tammy reached into the bedside drawer beside her reading chair and went straight for the 8″ lifelike vibrating jelly dildo, the one with the magical little clit stimulator at its base, and set it to a low purring speed. There was no need for foreplay anymore. Tammy needed to be filled, and she needed to mould herself around the imaginary cock of her lover, to yield to it and to make warm, salty puddles around it.
Still refusing to make any more noise than a steadying breath, or a low moan of approval as she fed the long, flexible toy to her feverish depths, Tammy listened carefully, just in case she might unwittingly find herself in a compromising position and with no escape or excuse.
Fuck! That deep vibration, that buzzing current of arousal shooting from her clit and deep into her abdomen, and in another life, another world, her fictional son was locked body to body and riding her to a most delicious plateau of forbidden orgasmic bliss while her fictional self encouraged him with such recklessly filthy words…
“Oh my God, I feel like I’m giving birth to you all over again,” Tamara groaned, her eyes locked intently on her sons as he drove deep toward her womb. “You’re going to split me in half!”
She stifled a squeal just as it dared escape her lips and then fell still and deathly silent. It was not a matter of privacy or opportunity that caused her to be so cautious at any other time, though she was now beyond helping herself in any way other than sexually. As a lonely and bored single mother, she wasn’t frigid but long gone were the days where she could switch on her libido at will. At 38 she no longer knew what she wanted, but when she read one of her stories she would know whether she had found it or not. In stories such as this one she had found it.
Her son Ben spent so much of his time locked away in his room these days. She didn’t have to worry about that. Tammy had already finished a pile of laundry, stored away the dishes and showered, all before 9pm. It was her “me time” and she was making full use of it, albeit still very guiltily. Imagine if her son knew not only what she was doing but also the nature of those stories.
But then all that was on her mind the past few days was how many times Lit user Erotikinesis could drive her up the wall, pussy dripping, heart pounding and mind racing with the sheer vividness of his mother-son incest tales. Several times that week, almost every other night, he had fucked her to completion with the power of his imagination and when Tammy regained control of herself, only after saturating the leather seat with her salty sweet juices, she decided that she had to contact him to thank him, and to tell him why!
2
“I just wanted to thank you for your stories and to let you know that I am constantly wet and aching all day and night because of you. I’m writing this breathless and with sticky wet fingers, literally reeling at the thought of my son seducing and fucking me the way you described,” Tammy wrote and hit ‘SEND’ before logging out.
The very next day, during her lunch hour, she dared to look, to see if Erotikinesis had replied. In her inbox, the one and only email read – or screamed-
RE: THANK YOU.
Sent from her son’s email address…
Tammy came over dizzy. Surely it was a mistake or a coincidence. Tammy opened the message and read it.
“Dear ‘IfOnlyMySonKnew’,” he began, “thank you for such a wonderful sexy compliment. And from a mother as well – you don’t know how hot that is to me. What was your favourite story and what did you like most about it?”
What should she have done? Tammy traced the end of one short manicured nail across her lips as she thought about it, her dark blue eyes suddenly lost and distant an unmeasureable number of miles away. And she found her heart fluttering, because what if this was Ben – her Ben?
Though she had never completely thought of him in a sexual way, as though to consider having sex with him, she had projected his appearance onto several fictional characters in the past and visualised him with other women.
And Tammy could not deny herself or her deepest, darkest fantasies. She loved taboo incest erotica. She had fallen hopelessly for it and was fuelled by it. Maybe to the point of addiction, she could get off without it less and less, and admittedly it excited her in ways that left other genres incomparable.
Was this Ben Adams THE Ben Adams? Was this her son? It could only have been a huge coincidence, she imagined, and so Tammy forced doubt onto herself, dismissing the possibility, and replied.
“Last night I read ‘Come to Bed with Mommy’ and it had me begging to be fucked exactly the way Ben did his mother Tamara. It could be that Tamara is my name and that I have a son named Ben. That coincidence lent itself. But your powers of description and suggestion, the chemistry and the emotional build, all of those things pulled me in deep. The sex itself completely finished me off!”
“No kidding. My mom’s name is Tammy. I actually wrote that with her in mind,” Ben soon replied. “She would probably lose her mind if she knew, and I never before considered writing a character with her in mind, but it was a hell of an experience writing it.”
He was right about that – the part about losing her mind. Tammy decided to leave it at that. Squirming in her cafeteria seat she continued to watch over her inbox, wondering if any other home truths were about to come through. In denial of the real reason, because she was now so confused and aroused at the same time, her head remained in the gutter as her friends idly chatted around her.
Before she jumped to conclusions, Tammy would have to chase one minor detail or two, which she would get around to as soon as she got home later that afternoon!
3
She rode like the devil was chasing, well aware that she was more likely racing to meet him head on having skipped the last hour at work. She had more than enough flexi-time to spare. Nobody batted an eyelid as she darted from her cubicle, clocked out and sped out of the parking lot.
Tammy got home to an empty house at twenty past four. She couldn’t have asked for more. Flipping off her heels she pounced up the stairs and into her son’s room to fire up his PC and at the same time logged into her email account via her phone before heading online.
What awaited her? What would affirm the nerves rousing in her gut and the intuition that her gamble was in vain, that her denial was worth nothing? Did she know deep down that Ben was the man she had emailed that afternoon?
In the browser search bar Tammy only had to type in the first three letters of the website’s address before the most recent searches did in fact affirm her suspicions. Incest/Taboo stories everywhere, all of them clearly mother and son titles. That boy was clearly not worried about being discovered. But what really caught her eye really piqued her curiosity. She did have to know for sure.
Tammy baited a restless breath and clicked on the bar labelled “recent activity” and sat perched in Ben’s office chair as the author’s notification’s page appeared, filled with hearts upon hearts and all for a little story titled…
COME TO BED WITH MOMMY
Tammy let out a gasp. Her hand didn’t know whether to defensively go up to her mouth or to race down between her legs where a sudden ache now radiated up to her abdomen. Scrolling down, she soon found her own username next to a heart, where she had favourited his story.
‘Oh my,’ she muttered, suddenly not knowing what to think or where to look. And there it was. Ben, Tammy’s son, was not only a writer of mother-son incest erotica, he had written her favourite story as a personal fantasy, about his own mother. And she had been getting off to his stories, turned on by them like she’d never been before.
Tammy sat back and forced herself to take a few deep breaths. Was it getting hot in here? Her cheeks were flushing and burning up. She fanned herself with both hands but to no avail. Tammy and her son were both incest lovers, fantasising about mothers fucking sons and clearly neither of them had an ounce of shame between them.
‘What do I do?’
‘Mom,’ Ben called from downstairs. The front door promptly closed behind him. Panicking, Tammy ran out of the room, phone in hand, and bolted for the bathroom.
‘Hey son, I’ll be downstairs in a minute,’ she called back and closed the door behind her, dropping herself down on the edge of the bathtub to check her emails one last time.
“No kidding, my mom’s name is Tammy. I wrote that with her in mind…”
‘What have I done, Ben? What have you done?’ she whispered harshly to herself. She didn’t know what to say. How would she act? How would he not know the state he had left her in, being the man that brought these dark fantasies out to play? Was he serious that he wanted to do those things to his mother, or was it just pure red-blooded male fantasy?
When Ben passed by the bathroom door on his way to his room Tammy held her breath again. Worn out from another day’s intensive brain work at the office, Ben slumped back into his office chair with his eyes closed and exhaled a long, ragged breath of relief. Oddly the seat of the chair was warm as though somebody had been sitting in it.
When he opened his eyes to find that the screen was lit and that the Literotica Recent Activity page was plastered all over the screen…