I remember this. I was in a trance under him, fixated on his oily shaft going up and down inside me like a oil dereck. I was totally mesmerized by the experience.Feeling so whole and secure with my loyal Son I wanted the so slow fucking to never stop.

My hands and forearms are strong from fierce jacking sessions like this. Emotionally and sexually wed to my Son freed me to follow my impulses like a child. I kept where that energy was coming from to myself.

Rid of my second hubby, I could devote all my time to luring my divorced Son into the siken noose I kept moist and ready for him. We watched TV in our robes and drank. This moment of tense foreplay was a huge progress. I felt so desired .

Where is Bobby, you ask. ha Oh he was there all right. Just having his masterful penis in the house strangely gave me a sense of security I'd never had since my Dad, so very long ago.

"The man chases the woman before SHE catches HIM." To charge my Son's libido, I set up his walking into my room by accident a week before he didn't know we were to incest all the way on my 53rd B-Day. Blushing, I saw him gape lewdly at me.Then he was gone

My 53rd Birthday night. My bed shimmered with a lavender sheet. I told Bobby go get into your robe and come to my room. I was achingly anxious to fulfill my life's calling as the Ultimate Mother. Sick?!?! I desparately needed his approval of my body.

The Heightening Oedipus>Jocasta moment. Bobby seeing me through piercing eyes as his Wetdream Mother Incarnate in heat. Me, glistening, in feverish awe at the sight of his inflamed Penis. His MOTHERFUCKER -- beasty enormous and hungering for Meeeee!

Approaching each other, the heat rising up in eddies between our nude bodies. I flashed on the hotly, deliciously disturbing fact that this was the first time in 26 years since we were naked and carnal together -- when my Bobby was 4 years old.

Our desparate embrace was a splendorous mind and body rush. Molding my moist soft welcoming flesh into my emboldened Son, savoring the strength of his physique. OMG! His Boner rising up hard between my wet thighs, pressing along my soaked cunt lips.

Up on the bed, I rolled onto my back. I knew in my burning loins what Bobby was craving to see. My lonely cunt had been calling his name for a year. Oh, I know he heard it. Now my Son had to face the music down there and be a man.To hell with the world!

Propped up on my elbows, my tits beading with perspiration, my belly quaking, a surge of the Lush Life shot through me. My breath came in gasps. Like a bear cub, Bobby's face, his nose, cheeks, his mouth and tongue were making a sinful mess of my sex pot.

Cries and Grunts of carnal longing were pushing us to the brink.Son pulled my hips sharply down the bed and got up between my sprawling legs.Fitting that both our hands shared responsibility and placed the head of his Penis into the sucky mouth of my vaj

This consummating fuck was never tender. The Incest Genie was out of the bottle and creatiing havoc. From the first deep plunge into me, Son just took over, banging me, his thighs slapping my bottom on every stroke. And when his mouth latched onto my tit,

It was about my boy taking care of his Mom. Loving me up harder than any man ever. All for my pleasure, a song of lust bubblng up from my throat.His fierce Manhood scrubing away years of neglect and sorrow, a gulleywash of his hot semen roaring loud in me