“Neither can I, baby, but it’s true. It’s going to happen. I want you to make love to me, Jacob. I really, really do.”
“But, Mom, I have to tell you something.”
Patricia, hungry for more kisses, put a hand behind her son’s head and pulled him down for another long, sweet, wet kiss. “What, baby, what is it that you have to tell me,” she said then kissed him long and affectionately again.
“Oh fuck, Mom,” Jacob gasped when they broke the kiss. “I’m so turned on. I’m so hard.”
Patricia chuckled. “I know, darling. I can feel it pressing into my belly.”
“But that’s it, Mom, that’s what I have to tell you.” He paused. “You see, I’m kind of big. Well, you know, bigger than most and…”
Patricia laughed and gave her son a quick kiss. “I know, Jacob. Remember, I saw you jacking off. My first thought was, wow, my son is as big as his father.”
“Dad has a big cock, too?”
“Yes, baby, just as big as yours. So, if you were worried about me, fucking me that is, with that big cock of yours, don’t be, believe me I can take it.” She looked into her son’s eyes and gave him a mischievous smile. “I can even take it in my ass, like you were fantasizing about when I saw you.”
“Oh Mom, I’m sorry…”
“Shh,” Patricia put a finger to her son’s lips. “I like anal sex.”
Jacob opened his mouth and took his mother’s finger into it and began sucking on it and running his tongue around it. Patricia gasped. Michael sucked on her fingers sometimes, as she sucked on his, but this, her son sucking on her finger so sensually, sent an arrow of passion from her finger, through her stomach, and right down to her pussy.
“Oh, Jacob,” she moaned.
Jacob released his mother’s finger from his mouth and kissed her again, deeply, passionately. Patricia now had both hands on the back of her son’s head and was putting everything she had into kissing him back. Jacob’s arms and hand were now embracing his mother and pulling her hard against his body. He heard her moan deep in her throat. He felt like doing it too.
Jacob broke the kiss. He wanted to fuck her, of course, he did, but right now he wanted to make oral love to her. The thought of licking and sucking his mother’s pussy, right here in the kitchen, right now, made him dizzy. Making oral love to his mother and having her suck his cock were major components of his fantasies about her.
He released his hold on her. “Just a second, Mom,” he said as he turned to take his cup of coffee and the newspaper off the table and place them on the counter. He turned back to his mother and smiled. “Sit your ass on the table Mom and lie back. I want to have breakfast.”
Patricia laughed and hugged her son and kissed him hard on the mouth. She lifted her chemise and sat her ass on the table then carefully laid back on it, raising her legs up and apart as she did. She was super excited. Her son was going to suck on her pussy.
Jacob looked down at his beautiful mother, took in the contrast between the tops of her white stocking and the tanned, smooth flesh of her upper thighs. It was so damned sexy to him. Her white stocking over her toned legs and the shiny, black, high heeled shoes on her feet, with their bits of fluffy feather, were so damned sexy to him. He then focused his eyes upon her pussy between her raised and spread legs, with its closely cropped hair and her labia clearly exposed to his gaze, a pussy that he was going to lick then fuck, his mother’s pussy. It felt like his cock got even harder then, although he didn’t know how it could.
Jacob wasn’t worried about getting his mother pregnant. He had heard the stories about how she had a struggle giving birth to him and how the doctor recommended that she shouldn’t attempt pregnancy again. He knew that his mother had then had her tubes tied and, therefore, couldn’t get pregnant. That was just fine with him. It made what they were doing much less complicated. He wasn’t one of the weirdoes posting on an internet porn site how they would like to make an incest baby with their mother or sister or daughter. Once he had come to, more-or-less, accept his incest fantasies, Jacob had done some research and found out that having a baby with a close relative had a risk approaching fifty percent of producing a genetically damaged baby. That was certainly not an acceptable risk to him.
