Train Ride with Mom

I also found myself becoming aroused. Who wouldn't? Mom or not, it was a tense and 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 desperately need 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 and gracefully 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 and 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 reminded 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 and 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 and 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 preoccupied 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 and 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 and 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 and 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.

The End

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