“Ai-den!” Her voice was a whimper. “That feels so good, Baby! Jennifer doesn’t know what she was missing.”
“Jessica,” he corrected.
“Whatever! Just keep doing that!”
She rolled up her skirt, flipping it up and over her hips and fully exposing herself to her son, his hand glistening in her wetness. Evelyn barely registered the cool air as it washed over her exposed skin. Her focus remained on the burning heat from inside her loins.
Aiden was mesmerized, seeing his mother‘s vagina, parted and wet and grasping at his two fingers. He kept at it, timing his rhythmic pumping with her thrusts. Her womanhood was right before his eyes. Her scent, the natural aroma of his mother, filled his nostrils. It made his blood pump, his cock hard, and his mouth water.
“Mom?” he whispered while he withdrew his fingers, hearing her disappointed moan at the vacancy.
“Oh, Baby. No! Please put them back in me!”
“I want to taste you,” he said as he grabbed her calf.
“Okay-Ah!” she cried out, eyes wide as he lifted a leg over his shoulder and dove his face into his mother’s sweet muff while she stood.
It was like she was struck by lightning, every nerve alive and active. She marveled how he kissed, licked and sucked her lower lips into his mouth. The tip of his tongue would trace her slit, flick and twirl within, then lap up and down her box. His mouth locked on like she was water and he had been lost in the desert. And now, finally, he could drink.
With a rush of adrenaline, Evelyn looked at him, down below her heaving chest, below her rolling stomach, and the triangular patch of hair she kept prim and proper just for her. There he was, her boy, her sweet-sweet Aiden, suckling from the very hole that birthed him. Nursing from her cunt just like he had nursed from her breasts so many years ago. Only this time, he was satiating a different hunger. One that burned in them both.
It was a vision no mother should see. No son should taste what was saturating the tastebuds of his tongue. No son should hear the sounds she made as he nibbled and sucked from her cunt. Every ounce of morality screamed inside her to stop. Stop this madness now before she spiraled further. And just that thought, how wrong it was, how sinful, how shocked and disappointed it likely would have made her dear father; everything compounded into one thought. This was incest, and damn did it make her pussy flood.
“Yes, Aiden,” she heard herself say. “Eat my cunt! Oh, God! Right there! Yes!!”
Being the ever-dutiful son, Aiden was all too happy to oblige.
“Oh my GOD!” she cried out as his tongue circled her clitoris and flicked the tiny bean. She began to quiver in his mouth.
Aiden watched from below as she popped the buttons of her blouse and tossed it off her body, followed quickly by her bra. His mother stood topless before him. Full and natural teardrops held firmly to her chest, capped with pink nipples that begged for attention. This wasn’t a girl’s body. This was a woman.
“Yes-yes-yes!” Evelyn groaned through gritted teeth while she deftly grabbed the swell of her right breast and tweaked her nipple between her finger and thumb. Her other hand grabbed firmly onto her son’s head, fingers tugging at his hair as she ground her mound into his mouth.
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