This is what it’s like to have my son in a carnal embrace, I thought as I held onto Ryan and felt him moving inside me. This wasn’t anything like my fantasy; it was so much better! He’s really very good.
Ryan held me and kissed me and fondled my boobs, even sucked my nipples as he took his pleasure with me, sliding his long hard cock deep into my pussy. I moved with him, writhed under his wonderful man’s body, the pain within fading to nothingness, replaced with a rising tide of pleasure and satisfaction. My son’s cock thrust into me faster and faster, harder and harder, and a ripple of orgasm began to stir inside me, growing like a storm in my womb. I wondered what my husband would think of me right then, what he would think of us, mother and son, making love.
Ryan had propped himself up on his elbows and was looking down at me, watching me as I became immersed in our first and most important experience of our new lives. I was gasping and sighing, crying out softly each time he plunged into me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and rode his cock with near abandon, driving us both right to the edge of release.
Just as I was beginning my orgasm, he lowered his head and whispered in my ear, “You are so beautiful, mom.”
That was it for me. I went spiraling over the edge, down into the warm well of orgasm. My entire body trembled and shuddered with wave after wave of brilliant, almost magical delight. I cried out again, this time kind of loudly, but I didn’t care. I was cumming, I was cumming, and it was fabulous.
Ryan continued to fuck me and I held him close, kissed his face and his neck and his chest, lost in our lovemaking, until finally he reached his point of ecstasy. He buried his face in my hair, grunted in my ear, and I felt his cock throbbing within me and his cum spilling into my pussy. It was only a few moments but it seemed to take a sweetly long time.
Finally, he was finished, and he collapsed on top of me. We were both breathing hard, our hearts were pounding, and our bodies were covered with a light sheen of sweat. My body seemed to be humming with expended energy, and I knew Ryan felt the same way.
I cried, of course. I couldn’t help it. I was no longer the same person I was before, I was an incestuous lover for Ryan now. It was shiningly new, no longer just a mother and her child. Ryan and I had joined our bodies and souls together, we’d consumed our shared love and forbidden passion for each other, and in the process we’d transformed ourselves into an incredible sensual existence much different than the one we shared when we left the house earlier in the day.
We got in the car and started on our way home. About halfway there Ryan asked me, “You okay?”
“I’m fine,” I said.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Ryan, I’m sure.” I touched his arm, then drew my hand away. “Though I feel we need to talk about what we have done…”
“I’m sorry, I guess I couldn’t help myself.”
I giggled and said, “You were wonderful, and being with you was everything I hoped it would be.”