‘The message you just sent about your long, thick, hard cock sliding in and out of your mother’s deep, hot, wet pussy, that really got me going,’ she breathed. ‘I’m struggling hard not to come all over myself thinking about that. Thinking about you… in me…
‘Thinking about me… moulded around you…’
‘I wish I was in bed with you right now,’ Ben groaned.
‘Really? What would you do if I invited you over?’
‘I’d love to have hot, passionate sex with you,’ he answered and then swallowed dryly. His mother gasped. Just to have heard him say that to her drove her further to the edge.
‘Gosh! You’d really want to have sex with your mother?’ Tammy sought his confirmation, just to hear it again. She moaned. ‘My God, baby, you’re killing me…’
‘Hot, steamy, passionate,’ he trailed.
‘Consenting, adult, sensuous,’ she furthered.
‘Wrong, forbidden, incestuous mother and son sex!’
‘I am fucking coming so hard,’ his mother swooned breathlessly. ‘Thinking about us making love right now – it’s so wrong but wouldn’t it feel so good?’
‘You would look so beautiful coming with my cock deep inside you,’ Ben dreamed and sharply she hissed in his ear and the line went dead. Through the wall of his bedroom Ben heard his mother come loud and hard. All of a sudden his erect cock, thick and so stiff in his hand, began to erupt, come spurting out high into the air like shaken champagne – thick white streams – and as he frantically milked himself of every last drop, he too called out, surrendering to the sheer intensity of those delicious sensations.
After a while his phone rang again. He picked up to hear his mother softly giggling and couldn’t help but join her. ‘Now that was a fantasy a little closer to reality wasn’t it?’
‘You’re amazing, mom,’ Ben sighed. ‘I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.’
‘I loved every second, lover,’ Tammy smiled. ‘There’s just one thing I really want right now. I don’t know about you…’
‘The real thing?’
‘Hmmm…’ she longed. But no! ‘How would you like to come and snuggle with me for the night?’
It was an experience neither of them ever really thought they’d find themselves faced with. Other than the intense fantasy they had just shared so vocally, it was a beautiful thing. Similar to how Tammy’s initial mental visual had suggested, they lay together in her bed, cuddled up to each other beneath the covers.
And instead of making love like they so desperately wanted to only moments before, they simply basked in the strangeness of the moment, and the beauty of it, noting how different they appeared in the post-orgasmic glow of their phone encounter. Now was not the time. Maybe the time would never or should never come. But the chances were that it might soon, because here they were testing warmer waters, becoming greater accustomed to each other yet again.
Tammy had her son’s hands in hers and couldn’t take her eyes off his, though she was so tired and close to sleep. And all the while Ben just gazed back before eventually pulling her closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
Tammy let out a contented sigh. This was as good as she imagined it to be. It allowed her to see that they weren’t only about the fantasy anymore, despite their inability to keep it between the pages. Ben, so gentle, wouldn’t harm a hair on her head, no matter how badly he wanted her, and neither would she harm her son.
‘Well, that does it,’ she said, making a clucking sound with her tongue. ‘It’s finally happened. We’ve ended up in bed together…’
‘I like this,’ Ben smiled thoughtfully and kissed her on the cheek.
‘This isn’t weird to you?’ she sought assurance. ‘Being naked with your mother in her bed?’
‘My mother’s a beautiful woman. I’ll never begrudge being in bed with a beautiful woman!’
‘Well maybe before sleep you’d her to kiss you goodnight,’ Tammy suggested, inches away from his face. He remained quiet but his eyes said it all. Those butterflies were back, wreaking havoc in her tummy and she could feel him pressed semi-erect against her bellybutton. Tammy pressed her soft lips onto her son’s and lingered there before pulling away slowly. ‘Did you like that?’
‘Loved it!’
‘Would you like another?’ she asked before repeating the kiss, lingering a little longer. Before she knew it, she and her son were kissing each other with parted lips. Those kisses were so gentle and languid, like loving post-coital nibbles. And then just like that, Ben pulled away, because he was growing hard again so soon.
His mother’s breaths were so slow and shallow, her eyes glazing over as she came to terms with what was happening. But Ben wouldn’t let it go too far now, no matter how much he wanted to; more than anything else in the world.
‘Just a moment longer, lover,’ Tammy breathed, rolling onto her back and beckoning him to her. The duvet slipped down over her bare breasts, tempting Ben so wickedly, though that was not her intent. He was just becoming like a drug to her. Nothing they did seemed safe from such pleasurable consequences.
With that, Ben leaned in and gave his mother a true lover’s kiss, teasing her tongue and then her upper lip with his own before reminding her how much he loved her.
‘You awful tease,’ she murmured huskily and with a dirty grin spreading across her tired face.
‘Just for something to dream about,’ he whispered before turning out the light.