by AnonSky ©
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The movement woke Vicki. She watched through half-open eyes as Tony slipped on his robe. She couldn't help but smile, he had a morning hard-on sticking out like a battering ram. Then she remembered, "Oh God," thought Vicki, "what have I done." She remembered last night and their lovemaking. Her hand dropped down automatically to her pussy and she could feel her pussy hair, stiff and matted together from his dried cum and her pussy juices. "Oh, you damn idiot....you idiot. How could I let that happen?" She continued to berate herself, tears blurring her vision, as she watched Tony leave the den.
"I've got to get out here," she whispered to herself. "I've got to get out before he comes back." Vicki got up, not even bothering to get her robe, and ran down the hall to her bedroom. Sitting on the toilet in the cold bathroom, she buried her face in her hands, crying softly, still cursing herself for her weakness - fucking her own son.
Her toilet finished, Vicki turned on the shower and set the showerhead to the maximum pulse rate. She stepped into the shower and let the pulsing jets of hot water hit her body as if her feelings of guilt could be washed away with the dried cum in her pussy hair and on her thighs. She heard the shower curtain rustle and Tony stepped into the shower.
"I wondered where you were," said Tony as he put his arms around her.
"Oh Tony, we shouldn't....I shouldn't have let that happen last night." She put her palms against his chest trying to hold him off. "It was my fault....all my fault. I never.....never meant for it.....," Vicki sobbed, letting her head fall forward against his chest. She could feel her body responding to him, the warmth between her thighs as his body pressed against hers. "I can't help it....I can't," she thought, letting him hold her even closer. Mentally berating herself, she thought, "I'm too weak - Oh God, I want him....I want him to fuck me again and again."
"Mom, don't cry. There's nothing to be ashamed of, to apologize for." Tony wrapped his arms even tighter around her as they stood there, the hot water pulsing against their bodies. "Last night was the best thing that ever happened to me. Really. God, it was something I had always dreamed about and wished would happen." He placed a finger under her chin, tipped her face up, and kissed her lightly on the lips, letting the tip of his tongue tenderly stroke her lips. He pulled back slightly and whispered, "It would be torture to be around you now and not be able to love you, make love to you, the way the way we did last night."
Vicki let her arms glide up around her son's neck, her body pressed against his. She could feel his rigid prick trapped between their bodies and his chest hair rubbing against her nipples. "Oh Tony, I'm your mother. I...."
He interrupted her, "You're a beautiful, sexy woman who really turns me on," he chuckled, "and, you just happen to be my Mom." He lowered his lips to her and kissed her, probing her lips with his tongue until she opened them, letting him thrust his tongue deep into her mouth.
Vicki tighten her arms around his neck and kissed him back. Her tongue dueling with his and chasing it back into his mouth when he withdrew it from hers. She could feel her body responding to the feel of his, her pussy becoming moist and warm, her inhibitions and concerns melting away. Breaking the kiss, she looked into her son's eyes and smiled.
"God, I love you. I don't want to ever do anything that will hurt you," she whispered softly. She shook her head slowly. "The last time I looked, screwing your son wasn't recommended in Dr. Spock's book on child rearing."
"Mom, it's been just you and me for so long that last night seemed to be the most natural thing in the world - it just seemed to be right." He gave her a quick kiss. "Didn't you like it....enjoy it too?"
"You know I did," she murmured and pulled his head down to hers, letting her open lips meet his in a deep passionate kiss. Holding her lips lightly against his, she whispered, "I want you so much right now that it feels like my pussy is melting."
Tony pulled his lower body back from hers, freeing his trapped prick. He bent his knees, and taking his prick in his hand guided it between her wet pussy lips when she spread her legs for him. Tony grabbed her buttocks in his hands and lifted her, straightening up, impaling her pussy on his hard prick.
Vicki wrapped her legs around him. "Oh Tony, I'm too heavy. Oh God, that feels good...so deep. Lean me against the wall...put my back against the wall - my legs are slipping."
"Oh," yelled Vicki in a startled voice.
"What is it?"
"The damn tile is cold," she said, chuckling. "Oh don't stop. I love to feel you in me. Fuck me....Fuck me hard." With her back braced against the tile wall of the shower, Tony began to pump his prick into her hot, wet pussy. His thrusts were upward, lifting her slightly each time. She could feel her clitoris being trapped between her body and the base of his prick each time he thrust his rigid prick up into her aching cunt. They were sideways to the showerhead and the pulsing jets of water were striking her breasts and her nipples with enough force to arouse her even more.
"That's it....that's it, fuck me hard," she whispered, grunting softly as she tried to thrust her hips against him. "You feel so good. Oh God, you feel good me in me." Vicki tightened her legs around his hips and used her arms around his neck to pull herself up slightly, letting her raise and lower her aching pussy on his hard prick. "I did enjoy it last night....I did." Vicki moaned softly, "Oh Tony....Tony, I'd forgotten how good a prick.....a big hard prick feels."
After a few minutes, Tony began to drive his prick into her pussy even harder, pushing her back against the tile wall. "Mom, I'm.....Oh Mom, I'm going to cum," he groaned softly. "I can't hold it any longer."
Vicki gripped him even tighter, thrusting her hips against him. "Go ahead....go ahead. Cum in me. Cum in me good." Vicki moaned as she felt the tension in her own body approaching that mysterious but wonderful flash point of her own climax. When Tony drove his prick into her for one last time, grinding his pubic area against hers, and his prick erupted in her pussy, Vicki let out a strangled cry, "Agghh, Tonyeee......Ohhh God, Tony."
Her orgasm was so intense that her legs opened and she began slide down Tony's body until she was sitting on the floor of the shower, panting for breath. Tony leaned forward against the wall taking deep breaths, totally spent. Tony's prick was just above Vicki's face, cum still oozing from the slit in the head of his prick. Grasping his thighs, Vicki pulled herself up on her knees, took the dripping prick in her mouth and gently sucked the last bit of cum from her son's prick.
"Uh-oh, the water's getting cold."
She gave his soft prick a final kiss. "Then turn it off, silly." Vicki laughed, " I guess we were generating so much heat we never noticed it."
Later, Vicki and Tony were sitting on the carpet in front of the fireplace, their backs against the foot of the sofa bed, having a cup of coffee. Vicki had gotten an old copper teakettle out and heated water in the fireplace for the coffee. It had started snowing again and the power was still off. Tony had his arm around her shoulders and she was nestled up against him. The den was so comfortable that they were still naked. They looked like two typical lovers enjoying an interlude in their lovemaking.
"You know, it's a shame we don't cook with gas," said Tony.
Vicki laughed. "Is all that sex giving you an appetite? I might have known you'd be hungry." She lifted her face to his and gave him a quick kiss. "We'll go over to Beth's a little later, her kitchen is gas, and fix you some breakfast. It's just seven now - we'll give her time to get up. Okay?"
"Sure, Mom." When a minute or two went by and Vicki hadn't said anything, he asked, "Is something wrong? You're awfully quiet."
"Oh Tony, this changes everything. We can't ever go back to the way it was before last night."
"Mom, you're not feeling bad about us making love are you? I thought we had gotten past that."
"No. No, it's not that." Vicki chuckled. "I've accepted that - what's done is done. If I'm honest with myself, I'm not sorry it happened." Vicki placed her hand on his limp prick and gently fondled him. "I've always enjoyed sex. It's amazing that I went so many years without it. Without a man I mean. I had my vibrator, but that's not the same."
She raised her head and gave him a quick kiss. "I get all wet and tingle down there when I just look at this thing," she said, fondling his semi-erect prick. "What I meant was our relationship has changed, changed forever. We're lovers now." She lowered her head to his lap and kissed the head of his prick. Glancing up at him, she said, "We've let that Genie out of the bottle, and we're never going to get him back in it." She sat back up and gave him a tender kiss, teasing his lips with her tongue.
Tony put his coffee down and pulled her to him, kissing her passionately. His hand massaged her breast and his fingers gently squeezed and pulled at its nipple. "Lord, you've got beautiful tits," he whispered. "I use to daydream about fucking your tits."
Vicki laughed. "I've never understood the fascination men have with that when there's a perfectly good pussy just a little further down." She hugged him, gave him a quick kiss, and said, "But, if you want to try it, we will."
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