Incest, She always loves to explore. These days, she’s a college professor who teaches world history. It’s a career she loves because it combines her two favorite things; educating others and discussing global events.
In recent years, she had expressed interest in exploring Eastern Europe. Unlike her past adventures, this was purely for personal reasons. My mother has distant roots to that part of the world. She had a desire to explore her ancestral homeland and learn about her family heritage.
That was the only place she hadn’t visited yet.
The timing wasn’t an issue. I was a college student and my mother was a professor. So that meant we both had breaks during the same time.
And off we went…
***
It was exactly what I expected. Eastern Europe had a small town rustic feel to it. It was like a hybrid of the very old and the very new. But it was the ‘very old’ which interested my mother. She wanted to see the history behind these countries. She wanted to know how her distant relatives lived.
We traveled from country to country by train. One of those old fashioned trains that are big and loud. But the interior of the train had been renovated for elegance. It was a fun experience. Especially since I had never rode on that kind of train before.
During our last night in an Eastern European city, we took a long walk and admired the city. We looked like typical tourists wandering around. My mother had a camera and she took a lot of pictures.
As we headed back to the hotel, my mother put the camera away. We needed to get our things and get to the train station for an overnight ride.
We were about to cross the street to reach our hotel. A few feet in front of us was an elderly woman who looked like a street gypsy. She seemed to walk onto the street without looking, while a car was speeding her way.
I was about to stop the lady, but my mother did it first. Even in her middle age, my mother still had the reflexes and athletic skills she had when she was younger. She tried her best to always stay in shape.
My mother was able to swiftly grab a hold of the elderly woman before she went in front of on-coming traffic. The old woman immediately realized that she was a split second away from a horrible accident, and she was extremely grateful.
The elderly gypsy thanked my mother in a form of broken English.
“There’s no need to thank me,” mom replied. “I’m just glad you’re safe.”
“You are very nice woman.”
“Oh, please, don’t mention it.”
“You tourist?” the gypsy asked in a heavy accent. “You like country?”
My mother smiled. “I think it’s beautiful here. Some of my ancestors were from here. But that was centuries ago.”
Just then, the gypsy gave my mother a long and hard stare. It was like the gypsy had a deep revelation.
“I can see past. Royal family background. You.”
My mother gave a polite nod. “That’s very nice of you to say. Make sure you have a safe night. We can help you cross the street if you’d like.”
The gypsy took out a tiny metallic ball from her pocket. She spit on it. Then she rubbed her hands together and said something in her language. The gypsy grabbed my mother’s wrist and pulled her hand forward.
Then the gypsy gave the small silver ball to my mother.
My mother didn’t seem fazed by the elderly woman’s saliva in the palm of her hand. After all, it was meant to be a friendly gesture.
“I see past,” the gypsy said. “You will see past too.”
With that, the gypsy walked away in a different direction. It was an odd encounter, but we were glad that my mother was able to save someone’s life.
***
That night. It was our last train ride for the trip. We made the most of it with a nice fancy dinner in the dining area. As the train turned, we had a view of the full moon. It looked bigger & brighter than anything I had ever seen in America.
“What a sight,” mom said. “I wish I had my camera right now.”
“You don’t need a camera for that. Maybe we can come back next time.”
She took a bite of her food and nodded. “That’s not a bad idea. This trip was more satisfying than I ever could have imagined. I learned so much.”
“It was definitely a lot of fun.”
“I’m so glad you enjoyed it,” she said with a pleased tone.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“I wasn’t sure if you were going to be interested in the historical aspects, frankly. I was afraid that visiting the ancient places was going to be boring for you. But I’m glad you had fun.”
“Well, I had a great teacher on this trip.”
She blushed, “Thanks.”
“You know, we should seriously come back next year. There was so much cool stuff that we didn’t have time to see. Can you believe that we have a background with the royal family?”
“My grandmother used to tell me that,” she replied. “I had always assumed that she was just being a typical grandmother. I never thought she was actually serious. Granted, that royal lineage was from many many centuries ago.”
“The question now is, how did that old gypsy lady know?” I said in a jokingly playful manner.
“I’m sure she was just trying to be nice. Especially since we’re tourists.”
“Plus you saved her life,” I added.
“That too. But in this area, it’s filled with small towns. Mathematically speaking, if you traced people’s lineage around here, many of them would have royal backgrounds if you look back far enough.”
“Yeah, that makes sense.”
“That’s just the reality of mankind. We’re all inter-connected if we trace our roots far enough.”
“But still, don’t you think that was kind of creepy? The way she looked at you. It was like she knew something.”
“I’m not a superstitious person,” she replied.
“Well, you never know.”
That conversation ended when dessert was brought to our table.
***
Late that night. After I brushed my teeth in the bathroom, I went to our private sleeping room.
My mother had been laying in bed reading a historical book for the last hour. Since my mother was a professor, she was used to reading fast and efficiently. And by the time I got there, she had already finished the short book.
“Well that was interesting,” she said, putting the book down and adjusting her pillow so she could sleep.
She laid flat on the bed and got cozy. She wore a simple outfit: a tshirt and sweatpants. She was barefoot. As usual, she was braless.
“Learn anything new?” I asked, climbing to the top bunk.
“Trust me, you don’t want to know. It’s not something that I would recommend learning about.”
“But you finished it,” I said, getting under the blanket.
“It was odd, but fascinating. People around here used to have some strange practices, at least by our standards. Maybe you can read it tomorrow if you want. Good night.”
“Night mom.”
She reached over and flicked the switch, turning the lights off.
***
As expected, the train ride made it difficult to sleep. A big bump during the ride was enough to wake me up. Judging by the moonlight shining through our window, it was well passed midnight.
It soon became clear that mom was also awake. She tossed & turned in bed. She made loud ruffling noises in the process. A few moans escaped her lips. There was a brief awkward moment where I wondered if she was having an erotic dream or something.
She suddenly moaned loudly and adjusted her blanket. She was fully awake and I was starting to get worried.
“Are you okay?” I asked in the dark room, which was still lit by the strong moonlight.
“I had a dream, a nightmare, whatever it was.”
“Well, you don’t need to worry about that anymore.”
“I need to use the restroom,” she said. “I’m covered in cold sweat. Do you mind if I turn the lights on for a moment?”
“Go ahead.”
She got up and turned the lights on. I looked to make sure that she was okay, and saw that she was sweaty. Her face had trickles of moisture, and there were a few wet spots on her tshirt. It looked like her nipples were beginning to poke through her tshirt.
“I’ll be right back,” she said.
Then she turned the lights off and left. I wished there was something more I could have done for her at that point, but she clearly didn’t want any help. Whatever was on her mind must have been personal.
***
She came back awhile later. She had opened and closed the door gently, hoping she wouldn’t wake me up, but I was still awake.
I asked again if she was okay. Then she turned on the lights.
“I had the most vivid and bizarre dream,” she said in amazement. “Only it didn’t feel like a dream. It felt real. Like a flashback.”
That’s when I sat up in bed to look at her. There was a slightly bewildered look on her face and a startled sound in her voice. The sweat from her face had been washed away.
“What was it about?”
“It’s probably not something we should discuss.”
“Why not?”
She looked conflicted. “Something came to me while I slept. A vision. A message. I don’t know what it was, but it was vivid. I felt like I was actually there.”
A worried expression grew on her face. Then she sat down on the long flat seat in our tiny room.
“Feel like talking about it?”
She patted the extra space on the seat. It was a clear signal for me to come over and sit next to her.
“Let me tell you a story,” she said.
***
The train continued its bumpy ride. The small curtains were up and we saw the bright moonlight. The light in our little room was turned on.
I sat next to my mother, who looked like she was in a state of deep thought.
“The places we visited are special,” she said. “They used to have royal families. I saw the young Queen in a vision. She was a breathtaking beauty. Tall with a long red hair. Her skin was pale, like the color of snow. I couldn’t understand their language, but for some reason, I knew exactly what she was saying.”
I listened attentively while my mother spoke.
She continued, “The young Queen was a firm, but fair person. She was strong but feminine. She was respectable and loved by the people. I can feel a connection with her. I can’t explain it, but it’s there. I know her thoughts, her feelings, her desires.”
I immediately thought of the encounter with the old lady earlier that night.
“Do you think this has anything to do with that old gypsy lady?” I asked.
“I’ve thought about it.”
“And?”
“I’m not sure yet. But that elderly lady talked about a royal family. And that’s exactly what I dreamt about a few moments ago.”
“What about that little ball she gave you? Plus she spit on it. Who knows, maybe there was something on it. Or maybe…”
“Please don’t mention anything about magic or sorcery,” mom said, shaking her head. “You know how I feel about that.”
“I’m just pointing that out.”
She got up and checked her phone, which was inside her bag.
“It’s 1:32,” she said. “We better get some sleep. We have a busy day ahead of us.”
“Great idea.”
After making sure she was okay again, I climbed back up to the top bunk. My mother turned off the lights and we went back to sleep.
***
I managed to go to sleep after a while, but that didn’t last long. My mother was making loud groaning sounds which woke me up. She must have been having another dream (or whatever it was). She made strange noises which showed how intense her feelings were. She tossed & turned in bed.
The noises suddenly stopped and I heard her partially getting out of bed.
I looked down and saw her bare feet on the floor. Her head was down and she brushed her hair back with her hands.
Once again, I asked if she was okay. She said she was fine, but judging by the sound in her voice, she was unsure of that. She reached for her phone and checked the time. Then she put her phone away.
“It was another vision,” she said, bewildered. “This time, it felt like so much information. I felt like I understood so much.”
I didn’t know what to do during my mother’s difficult time. Who would? And I had no clue what my mother was going through.
“Do you want to talk about it again?” I asked.
“Why not? It might be for the best.” She turned the lights on. Then she sat on the long seat. I climbed down from the top bunk and sat next to her. Things were about to get bizarre, I figured. There was still a slightly bewildered look on her face.
“I have to warn you,” she said as we looked at each other up close. “This could be a bit explicit.”
My interest suddenly grew. Whatever she wanted to say, whatever vision she had, it wasn’t going to be boring.
“I don’t mind.”
“I’m only telling you this because I think it’s important. I don’t know why, but it is. Okay?”
“Okay,” I nodded.
“The visions of the Queen returned. This time, she was older. More mature. She looked beautiful with her large fancy dress and big red hair. The people loved her. I could feel everything that the Queen felt. I felt her power and command over everyone. Her feelings of pride. And her desires. Her sexual desires.”
There was a moment’s pause. My mother collected her thoughts. In a way, she even seemed kind of embarrassed talking about sex with me.
She continued, “The Queen had particular things she liked. Fetishes, I mean. She enjoyed showing herself. She was an exhibitionist to her servants, and sometimes to the townspeople. Is this bothering you?”
“Not at all.”
She nodded and continued, “The Queen became bolder as time went on. She needed more to satisfy her insatiable needs. She needed to be seen. And she needed to show. When she finished a bath, she would walk around naked in front of her servants. Sometimes she would walk around naked in the hallway of the palace, in front of nobles and her trusted advisers. Eventually, the Queen appeared naked in front of the townspeople. They were shocked to see their beloved Queen that way. But it gave her the satisfaction she needed. I can still see her body so vividly. She’s gorgeous.”
There was a sound of lust in my mother’s voice. I knew she was becoming aroused recounting this story.
I wondered why my mother was telling me this. I wondered why my mother was going into such details about sexual things. She had never talked about sex before. Not with me. She wasn’t that kind of person. But I didn’t dare stop her.
She continued, “The problem is, I feel connected to her. Not only do I have her thoughts and memories, but also her cravings. Her desires. It’s in me now.”
I was completely taken aback.
“Does that mean…”
“I feel like I have the Queen’s needs inside of me. That’s why I went to the restroom earlier. I had to…you know…”
My mother had masturbated in the bathroom, she wanted to say, but she was too embarrassed to admit it. It was a strange situation, and neither of us had any idea what to do.
“This has to be because of that old lady,” I said.
“I think you’re right. That’s the only logical explanation left. She must have done something to me. Somehow, she connected me with the Queen.”
“How is that even possible?”
“I don’t know. There’s no other explanation.”
My mother got up and went to her travel bag to get the little silver ball, which was kept in a plastic container. She had considered throwing it away earlier, but she had decided to keep it as a weird souvenir.
“What are you going to do with that?” I asked.
“I don’t know.”
My mother shook her head and continued looking at the ball. Then she put it back inside of her travel bag. She turned to look at me.
“There’s more,” she said hesitantly, while she stood. “There’s something else you should know.”
I was puzzled. “What?”
“In my dream, I learned of an old custom the royal family had. They lived with purity and restraint. But every full moon, they had a chance to indulge in certain pleasures. Physical pleasures. But only with direct members of their family. It was their chance every month to enjoy sexual contact. It only happened on full moons, like the one we’re seeing tonight.”
My mother reached over and turned the lights off.
The room became dark and she stood in front of the window and looked out towards the full moon, which was shining bright. The moonlight lit my mother’s face. It was a beautiful sight. I saw the conflicted look on her face.
She continued, “I’ve felt those desires and longing since the visions first came to me. It’s insatiable. I tried to satisfy it earlier, but I couldn’t. It’s something I’ve never felt before. I can’t explain it. It’s intoxicating.”
It was a surprising revelation about her complicated set of feelings.
“What should we do?” I asked.
“There’s more to the story. And this is where it gets a lot more bizarre.”
There was a serious tone in her voice. Her eyes remained towards the moon and her body was lit by the bright moonlight.
“Okay.”
“The Queen was never married. But she had a son. An adult son. When he became a man, the Queen taught him about the secret rituals. Based on their traditions, neither of them could have sex outside of marriage, with the exception of the full moon days. The son was a virgin. When he heard the offer, he was intrigued.”
My mother kept staring out towards the full moon. She was in a state of deep thought while reflecting on the erotic visions of incest.
She continued, “It lasted for many years. No one in the kingdom knew about it. It was their intimate secret. Late at night, during full moons, they would sneak into each other’s room, or anywhere private. Sometimes they would sneak out into the forest and make love under the moonlight. They would kiss on the mouth. Then they kissed each others bodies. Oh god, I felt it. It came so vividly to me.”
Her voice quivered like she was still aroused. But she tried to compose herself.
She continued, “They made love to each other so passionately. It was real love and passion. They waited for each full moon to touch each other again. It was so forbidden. But they wanted it. There was so much lust, it can’t be put into words. It was beautiful.”
There was a brief pause as she took a deep breath.
She continued, “I felt everything the Queen felt. Their tongues, their lips. The Queen enjoyed her nipples being sucked. They enjoyed giving each other oral sex. They enjoyed making passionate love to each other, no matter how forbidden it was.”
The tension in our tiny room grew as my mother put her right hand on her chest. I could hear her breathing. I could see her chest heaving from each breath. There was an intensity inside of her. One that I can’t possibly understand.
“What happens next?” I asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.
“It’s up to you.”
I was puzzled, “What do you mean?”
“I’m not hypnotized or possessed. So you don’t have to worry about that. But I feel the Queen’s deep hunger inside of me. Her exhibitionist needs. Her need for… ”
She stopped herself before getting too graphic. She needed sex. And I wondered if she needed incestuous sex like the Queen did. Maybe that’s why mom had suddenly stopped herself from going into detail.
“Don’t feel embarrassed,” I tried to reassure. “Whatever’s happening, it’s outside of your control. I’m sure it will pass. Or maybe we can talk to a doctor about this?”
“People will think I’m crazy. And I’m not. I know exactly what’s going through my mind.”
“We can do whatever you feel is right.”
Her hand softly rubbed her chest. “Would you mind?”
“Mind what?”
Her fingers traced the outline of her breasts through her tshirt. She wasn’t shy about it. She wasn’t shy at all. It was something she was doing brazenly. There was no doubt of her arousal.
“Would you mind if I lifted my top?”
There was a sensual & seductive undertone in my mother’s voice which couldn’t be denied. As she continued to trace her breasts with her fingers, I saw that her nipples hardened. They poked through the fabric of her tshirt. Her nipple looked enlarged from arousal and her caressing fingertips.
I also found myself becoming aroused. Who wouldn’t? Mom or not, it was a tense & erotic situation for any young man. She looked beautiful under the moonlight while she softly touched her breasts. Sure, like most young males, I’ve had incestuous fantasies before, but they were just fantasies. Never reality.
But in that moment, everything was real.
“It’s your decision,” I said calmly. “I can’t decide for you.”
“Would you mind?”
“No, I wouldn’t.”
She turned to me. We looked each other in the eyes. She looked like a woman in need, and she seemed slightly embarrassed about it, although she kept her hands on her breasts.
“Does this excite you to see me like this?” she asked casually.
She already knew the answer. My mother is a smart woman. And the way she asked the question, she already knew. She just wanted to hear me say it.
“Kind of” I admitted. “Your fingers are rubbing your chest, and you’re poking through your tshirt. Who wouldn’t be excited by that? Plus you’re a beautiful woman.”
“But does it bother you that I’m your mother?”
“A little bit.”
She slowly pulled her tshirt up to reveal her bare stomach. Then she slid her tshirt up a little more to reveal the curved bottom of her breasts.
“How about now?” she asked again.
“I think you’re beautiful.”
“Are you willing to do whatever it takes to help me?”
“Of course.”
She held her hands on her chest. “Can you promise me that this will be our secret? No one can ever know. Ever.”
“Of course. Our secret.”
It was clear that she had a point to her questions. She wanted something. And she wanted it badly.
That issue was answered when she lifted her tshirt all the way to expose her bare breasts. They looked gorgeous under the moonlight. Her breasts were round and they sagged. Even in the dark room, I could see that her nipples looked large and brown. They were stiff from her arousal and rubbing.
“They’re amazing,” I said with an almost trembling voice.
She pulled the tshirt overhead and stood topless near the window, as the moonlight lit her body.
“Come here. Hold me.”
And I did. There was something hypnotic about the moment. I felt so aroused seeing her gorgeous breasts. I stood up and approached my topless and beautiful mother.
I became even more aroused as I came nearer and she held me. She hugged me softly and pressed her bare breasts against me.
She brought her lips to my ear. “I don’t know what’s happening inside me. But it’s insatiable.”
“I can tell.”
“Will you help me take care of it?”
My cock immediately stiffened at the offer, as my mother held me in her arms, with her lips to my ear.
“What do you want me to do?” I asked.
“Touch my breasts.”
I gulped. “Are you sure?”
She released the hug. Then she touched my wrist. Then she guided my hand to her right breast.
Her breast felt so soft against the palm of my hand. I felt her nipple, which was stiffened and erect. When I cupped her breast and squeezed, she gasped.
“Are you uncomfortable doing this to me?” she asked. “Or should we stop?”
I squeezed her breast a little tighter. “It’s up to you. I don’t mind. And I don’t think you should be embarrassed by this. It’s an emergency, right?”
She smiled, “You’re right. It’s a medical emergency. And this appears to be the only way to solve the problem.”
The truth was, I was incredibly aroused holding her bare breast in my hand. I didn’t want to stop, but I didn’t want to take advantage of her either. It was entirely up to her.
My hand squeezed her breast harder. I fondled it and played with her nipple. Then I used both hands to play with both of her breasts. She moaned.
“How far are you willing to go?” she asked in a daring tone.
“I’ll go as far as you want me to.”
“Will you promise to be respectful about this?” she asked. “This full moon has taken a hold of me. My mind feels connected with something spiritual. And I desperatelyneed to cum.”
My cock throbbed at that point.
“I’ll always be respectful about this.”
She held my wrist and brought my hand down below. She slipped my hand underneath her clothes and I touched her bare vagina. I felt her pubic hairs against my hand.
It was obvious what she expected me to do. She wanted me to play with her pussy. And I did. I rubbed the outer area of her vagina. I touched her labia and felt that she was seeping with fluids. Her vaginal fluids were slowly dripping. Then I rubbed her clitoris, which made her gasp. Her body jilted when I put two fingers inside of her hole.
“God,” she gasped. “This can’t be happening.”
I stopped for a moment. “Do you want me to keep going?”
“Yes,” she said without hesitation.
My fingers continued rubbing her pussy. With my other hand, I fondled her breast and nipple. There was a look of overwhelming lust on my mother’s face. There was no doubt whatsoever that she was enjoying our incestuous moment.
“I understand it now,” she groaned. “I can see why the Queen fucked her son. The taboo. Oh, gosh, the taboo. It felt so good. God, I can feel it.”
Her sexuality became fully exposed as I touched her with both hands. Physically she was being stimulated. And emotionally she felt overwhelmed by the desires and taboo. It was a potent combination. Judging by the look on her face, she had never felt anything like it before.
“I’m close,” she groaned. “Keep rubbing me like this. Put your fingers in deeper. I’m almost there.”
With my fingers buried inside her pussy, and my other hand playing with her nipple, she moaned loudly. I played with her pussy with an in-and-out motion, which clearly worked. She breathed heavily and her heart was beating rapidly.
Suddenly, she clenched her eyes shut and her body tensed. That’s when I knew she was going to cum. So I rubbed and rubbed. I did everything faster, more intense. And it worked.
She came on my fingers. Fluids dripped down and made a mess of her clothes. It dripped down onto the floor as she made panting noises.
When it was done, she rested her head on my chest, and she put her hands on me. I took my hand away from her pussy and breast because it didn’t feel appropriate anymore. We held each other for a moment. There was silence for a while.
“The Queen used to make love to her son all night,” she said with a soft breath. “It was their monthly tradition. Now I feel it inside me.”
She brought her hand to my shorts and squeezed my throbbing cock. It made me become harder. Then she slipped her hand underneath my shorts and felt my bare cock. Her hand felt so soft. I had never noticed how soft her touch was before. And it felt amazing against my throbbing sex.
“Can I suck it?” she asked softly, with her head still on my chest.
There was a sense of shame in her voice. But also a sense of lust.
“Yes.”
She looked me in the eyes, then she slowly & graciously got down on her knees. She wasted no time and pulled my shorts down to reveal my hardened cock. Her eyes were fixated on it for a moment. It was like she couldn’t believe what she was about to do with it.
After taking a good look, she held it with both hands, then she stroked it. She leaned forward and kissed the head (which felt amazing). Then she took the head of my cock inside her mouth. This time, it was my turn to gasp. My mother’s mouth felt amazing. And she knew exactly how to suck.
Who knew that such a well-respected college professor would know how to suck a cock like that? It was unreal.
I looked down and saw her sucking under the moonlight. Even in the slight darkness, I could see how beautiful she looked. Her lips were wrapped tightly around my cock, forming a perfect O-shape. Her cheeks were caved in from how hard she was sucking. There was a lot of enthusiasm. She was unbelievably aroused from what she was doing.
Her head bobbed rapidly as she sucked. As she was doing it, I saw her reach down and play with her pussy. She masturbated herself as she sucked my cock. The full moon lust was still inside of her.
Her mouth took me deeper. And I saw that her fingers were rubbing her clit at a furious pace.
Then suddenly she stopped. She remained on her knees and she looked up towards me. There was almost a guilty look on her face. No matter how aroused she was, she knew we had crossed the line.
“I need you inside me,” she said calmly. “I don’t mean to be crude or obscene. But I’m desperate.”
There was longing in her eyes.
“Whatever you need. I mean it.”
“This is something we’ll both enjoy.”
She stood. Then she pulled my tshirt over my head. Then she pulled my shorts down. Then my mother removed her own bottom.
In a few easy seconds, we were both naked. It was that simple. And for some reason, it felt so natural. Maybe our lust was clouding our judgment? Or maybe it was a natural thing to do? Whatever the case, we were both ready to take things even further.
She put her hands on my chest and pushed me backwards, until I sat on the long seat.
She sat on my lap, near my throbbing erection.
“This is what I saw in my visions,” she said, rubbing my chest. “The Queen and her son. Loving each other tenderly underneath the moonlight. Just like we are now. Isn’t it wonderful?”
She reached down and softly fondled my cock with her soft fingertips. It was meant to be a tease.
My mother continued, “I have no idea what’s going to happen. Whatever I’m feeling inside, it might only be tonight. Or it could also happen again during the next full moon. I don’t know. But it’s because of this tiny ball the old gypsy lady gave me. That’s the only explanation.”
“Can I be honest?”
“Please.”
“Whatever she gave you, keep it.”
She smiled and squeezed my cock. “Now who’s the horny one? But I want you to keep in mind that if we do this, it will change our relationship forever. Are you willing to risk that?”
I answered by putting my hands on her soft & firm bare bottom to pull her towards me.
She lifted herself slightly, legs spread, and she guided my erection towards her wet hole. It was a perfect fit. It was the way it was meant to be. My cock slid inside of my mother and it felt right.
The look on her face said it all. Her lips slightly quivered. Her facial muscles moved. Her eyelids batted.
“God that feels so good,” she moaned. “It’s exactly what I need. It’s the only way my desires can be satisfied.”
She wrapped her arms around me and we held each other close. Our bodies were pressed tightly together. I felt her curvaceous breasts and large nipples pressed against me. Her nipples remained stiff from arousal. And I felt the heat of her warming body.
Her hips gave short thrusts. Then the thrusts became harder. My mother did all the work while she was on my lap. Her entire body weight was on me. As she motioned back and forth, her breathing became heavier. She was so aroused that it was unbelievable. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before. All because of a spell that my mother was under (or whatever it was).
She put her hands around my neck and worked her hips faster. Her groaning became louder and louder.
“People might hear,” I reminder her.
She paused for a moment, slowing down. Then she brought her lips to my ear.
“The last thing we need is to be caught and kicked off this train. We would be the talk of the town if people knew that a mother & son were fucking in this little room of the train.”
With that said, she went back to thrusting her hips in a fast manner. This time, she pressed her lips tightly together and clenched her jaw. She was determined to suppress all noises so that people in the other rooms couldn’t hear us.
Even as she remained quiet, the intense look remained on her face. We looked each other in the eyes while we fucked. There was nothing but lust. The shame and embarrassment was gone. My intelligent & proper mother had been consumed with her burning sexual feelings. I had never seen anything like it before. And it was so arousing to watch.
Beads of sweat began to form on her forehead and around her neck and chest. I must have looked just as sweaty. Our little room was filled with the moisture from our bodies in heat.
It wasn’t long before her warm wet hole had taken its toll on me. Her vaginal walls were the perfect fit. And her rapid thrusts were relentless.
“I’m close,” I groaned.
She looked me straight in the eyes, “Let me cum first. I’m almost there.”
My mother reached down and furiously rubbed her clitoris again, while we were still fucking. Her lips trembled and her eyes widened.
“Oh my god,” my mother said in a faint whisper. “Oh my god. I’m going to cum again. This time it’s…it’s…”
Her fingers kept rubbing and her body kept thrusting.
But I couldn’t hold out any longer. I came. I shot a massive load of cum into her pussy. It was the best orgasm of my life, by far. Nothing had ever come close to that, as I felt an intense pleasure throughout my body.
While my cock was still in mom’s pussy, my mother continued furiously rubbing herself. Then it was her turn to cum.
“Oh god, it’s burning,” she whispered in a faint voice. “It’s burning. It hurts. I’m almost there. I’m so close…I’m…”
Her eyes clenched shut and her mouth was wide open. I was afraid she was going to scream so loud, the entire train would know that we had been fucking. But that didn’t happen. She became breathless for a moment as she came. It was that intense.
With her fingers rapidly moving in a circular motion, she squirted all over me. It was a giant mess. For the second time that night, my mother produced a wet orgasm which soothed her soul. It was far more intense than her first orgasm.
Her back arched and her muscles had contracted so tight, that her body shook a little bit. Her lips quivered. Then she clenched her jaw. Then her body relaxed.
She leaned her naked body against mine, and I could feel the trickles of sweat that she produced. And I felt her body heat, and her heaving chest. It was bliss. Pure adult bliss.
For a few minutes, she just laid against me. I enjoyed feeling her naked body against mine. It was a surreal taboo.
Whatever it was that possessed her, it appeared to be gone. At least for that moment in time. She seemed ‘normal’ again. Her mind wasn’t pre-occupied with sexual feelings anymore.
“Mom, I think we better get dressed now. We better get some rest.”
She struggled to speak after the intense orgasm she experienced.
“Can’t…move…”
It was useless to try and wake her up. She was far too spent. After the nuclear orgasm she just had, it was nearly impossible to move.
So I lifted her body and laid her on the side. We laid next to each other on the long seat. And there we were. Mother and son. Naked next to each other.
***
I awoke to the sight of my mother attempting to get dressed. It was morning and sunlight filled our tiny room.
My mother’s backside was completely naked. She went through her stuff for clean panties to wear. She slid them on to cover her bottom. Then she looked for pants. Before she put the pants on, she turned around to face me, and she saw that I was awake.
“Good morning,” she said, pulling her pants up.
When she pulled her pants up, she had briefly bent over, and I saw her bare breasts hang down completely. It was a super arousing sight. Unlike the previous night, her large brown nipples looked soft. They weren’t stiff like before.
I sat upright. “Are you okay? I mean, have you recovered.”
My mother briefly turned around to get her bra. Then she faced me again and put her bra on, which was disappointing because I enjoyed seeing her naked breasts so clearly under the sun.
Then I realized that I was still naked. I felt embarrassed and tried to cover myself with my hands, wondering where my clothes were.
“Don’t worry about it,” she smiled. “I certainly don’t mind seeing you like this.”
I moved my hands away. “So what happens now? We’ve already done, you know, last night…”
She thought for a moment, still standing in her bra.
“Honestly, I have no idea. What we did last night was something a mother & son should never do. But it felt…what’s the right word for this? It felt fulfilling. I’m glad we did it.”
“So am I. Does this mean…ummm…”
“You want to do it again?” she asked with an eyebrow raised.
“I don’t know,” I replied. “I’m almost afraid to ask.”
“We’ll see. I don’t know what will happen either. Maybe I’m still in-tune with the Queen’s feelings. Maybe not.”
“I guess we’ll find out during the next full moon, right?”
She smiled, “You know, the Queen’s rule was that she was only allowed to have sex with her son during a full moon. But there’s no rule against kissing. I’m not sure there’s a ban against oral sex either.”
With that, my mother unclasped her bra to reveal her round breasts and brown nipples again. There was a loving expression on her face. This was something she clearly wanted, even without the spell she was under. It was entirely her choice and free will.
She bent down to give me a kiss on the lips. Her lips were soft and they felt marvelous. I kissed her back, and I was officially making-out with my own beautiful & topless mother.
Her kisses moved down to my neck, then to my chest, then she got on her knees and engulfed my cock. Her lips & tongue worked its magic and brought my cock to life. She began to suck and bob her head on the throbbing erection she had given me. Her tongue expertly licked up and down. She stroked me with both hands.
It wasn’t much longer until I came in her mouth. She swallowed everything and licked her lips clean. A loving smile was on her face.
It was the best trip ever.
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