“Did you think I woke up this morning shocked by what I found you’d left behind?” Paula asked him.
“Well … yeah.”
“I wasn’t shocked by it at all. Can you guess why?”
“Uh … no.” Charley felt completely disoriented by this line of questioning.
“I wasn’t shocked because I was awake the whole time,” she said.
Charley just stared at her, trying to grasp the meaning of what she was saying.
“Think about that, dear,” she said, and as he thought about it she let her lips lightly brush along his. Charley’s eyes went wide.
“You mean you … you … let it happen?” Charley was having a tough time making sense of all this.
“Yes. I knew even before last night that I wanted it to happen.” Her lips pressed his more firmly. “I love you, you know.”
“I know that, but …”. His words were cut off by his mother’s mouth covering his, and he found himself being drawn into her embrace. When her lower body contacted his, his still lifeless cock finally got the message and began its rise to greatness.
“Oh, fuck, Mom, does this mean that …”
“Yes, darling,” she whispered. “Fuck is exactly what it means.”
She threw a leg over his hips, bringing her pussy into contact with his rapidly stiffening cock. Her mouth opened to his, and their tongues played together with the frantic need of thirsty persons suddenly offered drinks of delicious water.
“But.. but you’re … my mother!” gasped Charley. He was already panting.
She pulled her face back from his. She looked directly into her son’s eyes, smiled rather wickedly, and said, “Yes, and that’s what will make it especially good for me!”
“Oh … wow!” said Charley. “And I thought I was the only one who thought that way!”
They kissed more, and their hands moved over one another’s body eagerly. There would be time later for oral fun and other foreplay games, but for now their first incestuous fuck was all that mattered to either of them. Once their bodies had been joined, and once their most intimate body fluids had been shared, neither of them would ever question the life-altering contract they had just made with each other.
“I want us to do this … now … Charley,” Paula said, positioning herself so that her pussy was presented to him and ready to receive his cock. “Come into me, my darling son, and fuck me. Fuck your mother. Now!”
Charles mounted her, found her opening with the tip of his cock, and moved slowly into her until his pubic curls touched hers.
“Fuck that feels good,” he said, kissing her wetly. “I can’t believe it … I’m fucking my own mother, dammit. And she wants me to fuck her!”
“Yes, my sweet son, I want you to fuck me.”
He drew his hips back and then thrust deep into her again. And again, harder this time. She lifted her ass to meet his thrusts, rotating her hips to add to the thrill both of them felt at this spectacularly exciting moment in their lives. They found a good rhythm for fucking.
They kept their lovemaking up until their need for sleep caught up with their need for more and yet more physical pleasure. That took more than an hour of rather frantic sex, as their need for sexual release and their raw lust for each other was powerful indeed.