1. 13 months


    Date: 7/3/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Authoritarian, Cum Swallowing, Domination/submission, Humiliation, Incest, Pregnant, Stockholm Syndrome, Written by women, Author: iamscrwd, Rating: 73, Source: sexstories.com

    head…pulling his mouth harder against my wet, hot mound. Again without realizing, I had raised myself up on one elbow giving me unimpeded view of my son working his face into the place he had come from. Oh my…this is so wrong…so wrong…but my entire lower abdomen was telling me different. I could feel it welling up, first as if there was a small itch imbedded just inside of me that was trying to get scratched…then building to an uncontrolled surge of need billowing from the depths of my womb…just as John sucked my clitoris between his teeth. I exploded…my body convoluted. With all the duress…all the fear, the deviance of it all, the immorality…I just had my first real orgasm. Thirty-seven years old…married eighteen years…two children…a few lovers…and now my first real orgasm brought on by my own son! Even as I laid my head back down on the table, trying somehow to rationalize what my body had just done…my husbands possible demise only passed through my thought, as at least I would not have to explain. My breath slowly came back just as John stood up between my legs. My vagina totally exposed…I could feel the sopping wetness between my legs. I should be trying to cover, at least close my legs, to hide the evidence of my orgasm. But…my legs were like butter. I raised my head; John was staring at my now dilated areolas, his face glazed from my excretement. His cock was standing straight up…like a soldier at attention. Oh my god…my son had just orally given his OWN mother an ...
    orgasm…and his body responded. No, no, no there are limits…fornication between mother and son…NO absolutely no. “DO IT! John…your mother wants it…you need to not be a virgin…” Malek started as demand but trailed off as John apparently did not need any more encouragement. I felt the head of my son’s penis touch the parameter of my vagina…I tried by could not offer too much resistance. His cock head split my folds and entering me, the overabundance of my own lubrication overcoming my hardest contractions to keep my son’s penis from entering his mothers’ vagina. I closed my eyes tight, clawed my fingernails into the rough wood of the tabletop, my mind screamed NO. But John was not to be denied…his penis impaled me right to the hilt. It filled me, stretching the walls of my vagina…could swear it was touching my cervix. My son’s cock was buried deep within his own mother. My mind raced at the thought of me going to hell for this…but I did not have a choice. I told myself…no, we were doing this under threat of life. John almost immediately started thrusting…he was not just going through the motions…he was driven. My son was pounding his mother’s orifice, without consciousness of the taboo being committed, the look on his face contorted to match the intenseness of his thrusts. But my body again was not rejecting, but accommodating, completely against my rational. My hopes of not crossing the last line of immorality were almost immediately dashed as my son stiffened and shot a hot stream ...
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