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Overcome By Their Need to Breed
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My mother was beautiful. There, I said it. It had been troubling me for a time now, some six months or more. Outside the house, she dressed demurely, even conservatively, the picture of a respectable mother. But inside it? Ah, therein lay the difference. Inside the house, she wore only lingerie. Always sheer, always tasteful, perfectly suited to her. But it drove me insane. I could not ignore it; her creamy thighs, well-formed buttocks, and impressive bust were, after all, so clearly on display.
And although I wanted to look, to lose myself in the moment and salivate over her curves, I dared not. She was my mother, after all. It was wrong, forbidden, and she had always raised me to be a gentleman. And gentleman do not stare at their mother's quivering bosom, or her luscious long legs, or at the juncture of her thighs, wondering whether she was shaved or hairy, what the lips of her sex might look like, if her labia minora might poke, enticingly, outside of that mound.
But she made it so terribly difficult for me not to look. There were days when, for reasons known only to herself, she wore a bra, panties, and a garter belt with stockings. Those days were always the worst, for they had the most profound effect on me; I tried to avoid her, but at the same time I wanted to see her, to abandon the charade and make my feelings for her known.
Today, however, she wore a fetching matched brassiere and briefs, pale blue and embroidered with flowers, roses twining across the material that contained her decolletage. The panties were masterpieces, with sheer panels that displayed her soft, supple skin and opaque panels that concealed the parts of her I most desperately wanted to see. She sashayed about the place, and as we ate dinner she leaned forward, threatening to spill out of her bra. I had worked so hard to draw laughter from her, mesmerised as her breasts shook. It was all too much for me.
I had to have her.
A shocking admission, I know. But you cannot imagine her beauty, her grace, the sheer charisma she radiated. She was nothing short of a goddess in my eyes, unapproachable in her divinity. But I hungered for her in a way no son ever should. I watched her as she walked up the stairs to her room, committing to memory the soft undulation of her rump, the sway of her wide hips. I found myself hard, needy. I knew I could no longer contain myself. I stood quickly, the chair falling behind me as I hastened after my mother.
I raced to her room. She sat on the bed, rubbing lotion onto her chest. My eyes followed her fingers as they circled across the flesh I so yearned to touch myself. She was absorbed in what she was doing, she did not notice me. I approached her slowly; she finally looked up at me when my feet entered her field of view.
"Baby," she said firmly, "you know you're not allowed in here. Not without knocking. What if I'd been naked?"
Well then, I thought, I would surely be lost. Resisting her clad in gauzy underthings was proving an impossible task; had she been naked, I would have thrown myself on her, heedless of the consequences.
She finally noticed my hardness, tenting my pants. She seemed to recoil slightly, then stood, trying to usher me out of her room. I, however, would have none of that; I stepped in closer, my breath hot on her neck. I whimpered, "Mommy....I need you."
I leaned in for a kiss, but she flushed crimson, turning her head away. "No, baby," she whispered. Still, I would not be dissuaded. I leaned in closer, my hands resting on her hips. My eyes met hers, dark brown and full of feminine mystique.
"Please?" I begged, desperate for her. Her resolve wavered, and I took the only opening I would ever get.
"You're beautiful," I said, pulling her closer, so she could feel my firmness pressing against her. She shivered, though whether from revulsion or anticipation I could not tell.
I moved one hand along the waistline of those immaculate panties, descending to a point just above where I judged her sex began. "Please?" I begged again.
She was torn. Her breathing was ragged....I fancied I could feel her heat rising. "I ... I don't know, baby. Oh, God, I shouldn't even be letting you touch me at all, not like this." But in defiance of her words, she leaned against me, jutting her already-impressive bust under my searing gaze.
"So wrong..." she whispered. My heart felt like a stone in my chest. Now was the moment of choice; would she accept me, accept this, or had I destroyed our relationship forever? She drew in a deep breath, then surrendered to the moment. To me. She could see what I was staring at.
"Do you like them, baby? Mommy's tits? They're 42b, you know. Smaller now...." she added as an afterthought, "….than they used to be. When you were younger. Much younger."
"I love them," I answered earnestly. "But without the rest of you, what are they worth? Nothing....I want you, mom, all of you."
Her eyes sparkled with my praise. "Ooh, very nice...so seductive, so smooth."
I held my breath. "Well, if I want to get anywhere with a woman of your class, I know I have some work to do. Besides, I've wanted this for so long. Wanted you. I've imagined this a thousand, thousand times."
She gasped at the thought. "We shouldn't be doing this, baby," she said, though I knew it was just for show. She would not yield to me easily; I would have to earn her love, earn anything more than simply seeing her tremble. "It's so wrong...it's incest."
But again, I would not be denied. "I know...." I said, surprising her with my agreement. My hands crept up towards that glorious bust, trembling as I cupped her breasts. She moaned, softly, face flushing, eyes glazing over. "But you have no idea how hard you've made it for me, mom. Parading around the house in your underwear."
She shivered, goose bumps dimpling the smooth skin of her exposed breasts.
"I've seen you watching me, baby. I knew....and I knew I shouldn't dress like that, shouldn't provoke you with my body. But I was so excited when you noticed me, saw me as a woman instead of just a mother."
I chanced another kiss, but she turned her mouth away at the last instant, allowing me only to plant my lips on her flushed cheek. "No, baby...." she said weakly. I knew she had used up the last of her resolve. I drew her tightly to me, firmly pressing my erect member against her. She sighed. I knew I had her.
"You're so beautiful, mom. No other woman could possibly compare to you." I knelt, taking one of her hands beneath my own, genuflecting before her. "My goddess....the queen of my heart."
She smiled down at me, then drew me back up, holding me tight. I continued with my praise of her. "A marvel of womanhood no sculptor could have ever hoped to achieve." She whimpered softly, and I slid my hand between her thighs. I could feel her wetness even through her panties. I rubbed insistently at those rubbery lips, the entrance to my mother's heated core. "I know it's wrong," I husked. "I know it's incest..... but I want...I need you so badly."
Her weight shifted a little at that, parting her legs wider, inviting me to caress her more effectively. I dropped to my knees again, gazing at the dark patch at the crotch of her panties, stained with her juices. Parted by my fingers, her lips had drawn in some of the material, marking out the cleft between her thighs which also glistened with her flow. "Oh, God, baby...." she breathed. "I don't care that it's wrong....I too, need you so."
I smiled fearfully at her. "I want to be your lover, mommy. But ... but I've never been with a woman before."
She blushed prettily at that admission, smiling widely at me. "It's OK, baby. Just follow your heart."
"I could, mommy. But then I would just be pleasing myself. I want it to be good for you. I want to be your lover."
She moaned again, and her heat seemed to increase again, the damp spot steadily growing. "And who better to be with the first time than the woman who loves you most, baby?" I nodded, relieved that she was willing to accept an untried and untested youth.
"I want to take you slowly, mom. To see you sweating and shaking as you orgasm." That drew a gasp from her. I reached up to the waistline of her panties, pulling them down, exposing my mother's juicy opening. She was lightly furred, the tangle of pubic hair doing nothing to conceal her from my eyes. I stayed still, entranced by her, drinking in her musky scent.
"Oh, god, baby....." she muttered. "I want you to come inside me!"
"But I can't, mom....don't have any condoms." A failure to prepare. Would she deny me? I resolved to take whatever morsels she would offer, treasuring them. I leaned in, licked those glistening lips. She stiffened as my tongue slid across her sensitive clitoris, sending a thrill through her incredible body.
"Taste me, baby......" she urged. "...and don't worry about it. I don't want you to wear condoms. I want to feel your hot juices, filling up my body."
I rasped my tongue against her again, this time sliding into her vagina. It was hard going, even with her as wet as she was; she was tight, unyielding, better than I could have ever imagined. I grasped her hips, steering her backwards to the bed. I settled her on it, parting her legs. I stared at her, entranced by her pink, dewy lips and the hard nub of her clitoris.
"Are you sure, mom?" I pressed, gazing up at her.
She sighed. "Yes, honey. I'm at my most fertile right now. God, these hormones ... you knew exactly when to strike. And I don't care. Come in mommy, son. Give me a baby!"
She cried out as I fastened my mouth on her again, undulating her hips as I laved at her, savouring her essence. "Oh, yes...like that. Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh..... Oh, mommy would love it if you could give her a baby."
My penis twitched at the thought, growing harder still- if that were even possible. She leaned back against the bed, and I could hear her manicured nails rasping against the quilt. I drew back from her, eliciting a disappointed sigh. "Teach me, mommy...teach me to please you."
I licked at her clitoris again, listening to her mewls of pleasure. "Oh, baby. Just like that. You're doing fine. But stick a finger in, feel how wet mommy is for you." I did so, sliding it in, pressing against the top of her inner walls. I felt a corrugated section, and rubbed my fingertip across it. I removed my mouth from her, adding a second finger to her tightly gripping channel.
"So wet, mommy. Does it still feel so wrong? To have your son touching you like this?"
"Oh, baby...if this is wrong, mommy never wants to be right. It feels so amazing to have you touching me."
Her hands came up, tangling in my hair, drawing me back to her cleft. I could tell by her sighs and gasps that she was revelling in the pleasure I was bringing her. Her hips moved sinuously, and her breathing growing more and more ragged.
"Oh, baby...right there....PLEASE!!! " she begged, teetering at the brink of an orgasm. I redoubled my efforts, eager to bring her to climax, to taste the flow of her come. My fingers moved faster and faster within her, and my free hand traced sticky trails of wetness from the inside of her thigh to her knee as I rubbed that creamy expanse of flesh.
"Oh, baby.....Mommy's getting so close....so close." I grazed my teeth across her sensitive clit, sliding my fingers out of her. I licked upward in one long stroke, then circled my tongue around her hard nub.
Shivering, hips twitching, she slid over the edge. "Oh, god, baby," she whimpered. "Mommy's coming......I can't believe it. Mommy's coming all over your mouth." I felt a renewed trickle of juices issue from her, and hastened to sample her come. It tasted wonderful, the distilled essence of her womanhood. She shuddered to a halt, tremoring slightly as the aftershocks of her orgasm worked through her body.
She scooted back on the bed, gesturing for me to follow. "Oh, baby, Mommy needs you. Baby, please, come up here to mommy."
I crawled up onto the bed, rearing up over my mother's prone form. Her bust was still stained red with the blush of her orgasm, and her chest rose and fell rapidly.
"Mom,....we don't have to do it like this. Missionary style....unless it's your favorite," I hastened to add. "I just want it to be perfect for you. I made you feel like a woman should." I leaned in, cupping her breast and kissing her before husking into her ear "Will you make me a man?"
Her legs wrapped around me, hands taking my hips to guide me into my mother's dripping gash. "Baby...." she moaned as I speared into her delicate flesh, "right now mommy just needs to feel your weight on me, your cock in my pussy...no..my cunt! She needs your body to hold her down."
Finally, I came to rest, wedged firmly inside her tight, wet cunt. "Show me how to move, mom." Her hands pushed at me, setting me in motion, making a circle rather than simply thrusting back and forth. It varied the angle of my penetration in her, heightening the sensation as we made love for the first time.
"Oh, baby,.....I can't believe it. That I'm such a whore for my little boy. But I just can't help myself."
I was livid at that. I could not stand to hear her speak so poorly of herself.
"Don't ever talk about yourself that way, mom. You're too good for it. You're perfect. I love you." My own hands came up, sliding inside the cups of her bra. I freed them, rubbing at her hard nipples and the dark circles of her aureole. Mom's hands came up off my hips, and I kept the rhythm as she drew me down for a kiss, then turned my face aside.
"But what if mommy wants to be your little slut? Her son's whore?"
I kissed her lightly, trying to refuse without upsetting her. "Maybe next time, mom. This time, I want you. My lover, my perfect soulmate. I want you to be buoyed up by my feelings for you, for you to know how much you mean to me. I want you to be free to be everything you are, not confined to a narrow role."
She smiled up at me. "Oh, son...." she said softly. "How did I get so, lucky to have such a wonderful baby boy?"
"You made me, mom," I said, as though it were the simplest thing in all the world. "You raised me. If there is anything in me that is good, it is only because of you."
She sighed, flattered by my response.
I moved my head to her exposed breasts, sucking on first one, and then the other. As I grazed my teeth across one of her sensitive nipples, she shivered underneath me. "Do you like this, mommy? Do you like it when I suckle at you, like I did so many years ago?" She grunted in the affirmative, hips rising to meet my slow thrusts. I saw a new ploy, and hastened to enact it.
"Mommy, I've read that during breast feeding, some women can get aroused. Even have orgasms. Did that happen to you?"
She was silent for a moment, and then confessed. "Yes, baby. All the time. Mommy was so ashamed."
"But why?" I pressed, eager to know everything I could that would help me to pleasure her.
"Because a son shouldn't make his mother come, baby. He shouldn't make her think such thoughts. Especially not while breast-feeding."
I grinned at her. "But without it, how would I have gown up to be so big and strong?" I asked, emphasising my words with two staccato thrusts. She started to reply, but her hips twitched, and her vagina tightened on me.
"Oh, god, baby. You're going to make me come again. And I can tell that you're getting close, as well."
There was no denying that truth.
"Ladies first......" I insisted, desperately holding myself back. I kissed her, exploring her curves, and felt through her tangled pubes for the nub of her clitoris, stroking it with my thumb even as I slid in and out of her.
"Baby, please.....come with mommy. I want to feel you coming inside mommy's pussy."
"Are you sure?" I whispered, needing to be certain before I committed to it.
"Because I'm fertile? Please, son. Mommy needs you to give her a baby. I want your baby." She bit her lip, still holding back from her impending orgasm. "Oh, god, you have no idea how much mommy wants to have your baby."
Her words were too much. I pressed my tip against the hard pebble of her cervix, and spurred on by her words, I began to spurt, rope after rope of pearly come spilling into her lush, wet cunt. She cried out in orgasm, writhing against me. "Oh, god, baby....fill me up. Fill your mother's pussy with baby-making cum!"
We kissed, tongues twining as we came together, whispering our love for each other, however forbidden it might be.
I continued to move within her spasming vagina, still rock hard despite having come so copiously. Her legs came up again, drawing me deeply inside of her, quelling my motion at last. "Oh, baby. That was amazing. I can't stop shaking."
"No, mom...you were amazing."
Her eyes glinted at my praise. "We'll just have to say that we were amazing together, then."
I fondled her loose breasts as her legs parted enough to let me move again. "Destined to be, do you think, mommy? That you made me, here on this bed where we are fucking even now?"
"Mmmmmm....absolutely! It must have been meant to be. I just wish I'd seen it sooner, had you before now. God, you're still hard for me. Do I turn you on that much?"
"Even more. Mom, I want you to be on top. I want to see your breasts bounce, I want to see you staring down at me when you come." She smiled, her hands returning to my hips. I gazed, fascinated as my penis slid free of her sheath, glistening with our shared juices, watching as a trickle of my come oozed free of her gash. I flipped over onto my back, wrapping my arms around my mother as she straddled me.
I watched in rapt attention as she slid back down onto my shaft, the thick pole spreading her meaty lips as inch after inch was engulfed in her volcanic depths.
"Oh, God...." she moaned, waxing poetic. "Your hard manhood fills me with each piercing movement. Oh, baby, fuck me....fuck mommy. Oh, baby...it's like I was made to fit you. Your cock in me, it's ... it's perfect."
I grinned wolfishly at her, showing my teeth. "No, mommy. I was made for you, remember? You made me....to be your perfect lover. And I'll learn....everything, anything you can teach me." Hypnotised by the jiggle of her soft breasts, I reached up, undoing the clasp at her cleavage, freeing her at last. Finally, my mother was naked. "Oh, mommy....they're huge."
My heart raced. "Do you want me to talk dirty to you, mom?" I asked suddenly, eager to live up to my promise.
Her pussy seemed to spasm at the prospect, clamping down around me. "I would love that, baby, but not unless you're ready. I need to be wanton for my own little boy, to bring him all the pleasure he desires."
"A wanton woman, are you mommy? What kind of woman does this? This is wrong....incest?"
Her face fell. "Is it really, baby? Does it really feel so wrong to be inside mommy's pussy?"
"No!" I exclaimed, realising I had taken the wrong tack. "I was just trying to talk dirty to you. I'm sorry I'm not very good at it."
She merely chuckled, leaning in to kiss me deeply. As she withdrew, her breasts hung enticingly in front of me, jiggling slightly as I thrust into her and she ground into me. I seized one in my mouth, suckling at her teat again.
"Baby....." she said softly, gasping as I bit her lightly "you'd better get used to the idea. Your mommy is a cock-sucking whore for you. I'll do anything you want, anything you can imagine. Just say the word." She peered at me, taking her delicious breast away. "Does that scare you?"
"No, mommy.....I love you. I could never hurt you, I know that. But while we're here, in this room, while we live out our fantasies together, I will do as you desire."
She smiled tenderly, the motherly expression juxtaposed against the hideous taboo of our sweaty union. "Mommy knows, baby. She knows you could never hurt her. That's why.....I can give myself to you this way."
I nodded, understanding slowly dawning. "But I want you, mommy...." I said searching her face. "Not some common street whore-" and at that her pussy spasmed "even if I call you names like that. I'll never think of you that way.....I love you."
She moaned, impaling herself on my shaft. "I know, baby," she gasped. "But this must be our little secret. You can never tell anyone what we do together."
I nodded. My hands idly traced across her belly.
"But what happens, mom, when you start to show? We can't very well say, 'oh, my son fucked my brains out and now I'm carrying his own child, his own sibling, ' can we?"
She shivered at the thought. "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it baby," she murmured.
Spurred on, I increased the pace of my thrusts, and she ground herself against me.
"But come what may, know that I love you more than life itself."
I nodded. "And for your love, I would fight thousands. Nothing could keep me from your bed, your body. Nothing, not even death."
"Oh, baby...you excite mommy so. I need you baby. I need you to come in me again. Come in mommy's fertile womb," she gasped.
I sat up, surprising her with my strength, locking her in a savage kiss.
I broke apart, eyes meeting as we watched each other's faces move into varying configurations of near-orgasmic pleasure.
"Is that what you want?" I demanded, my voice thick with lust.
"You whore....you gutter-born trash. You want your son to come in you? You want him to get you pregnant? Is that what you want, hmm?"
My hands clasped her heaving breasts, gripping them tightly, crushing them almost, but not quite, to the point of pain.
"Yesssss," she hissed. "I want my son to come in me. I am a whore.... it's true.... it's all true."
"Harlot!" I snarled, though my eyes held only love. Her eyelids fluttered, and she tightened on me.
"Yes, baby. Mommy's your whore! Your good little whore.
And she needs her son..... Mommy needs her son to fuck her.....
she needs him to come deep in her cunt..... to give her a baby.”
"I'll try...." I grunted, thrusting for all I was worth.
We kissed again, and she moaned into my mouth as her third orgasm swept through her, igniting every nerve in her body with need, with incestuous desire.
As I began to spurt within her, she reared back, crying out loudly as she shook on top of me.
"Yes, baby! Come in mommy! Make her pregnant!"
And with that, it was over.
This time, I could not maintain my hardness, and I slipped out of her.
We lay down on her bed, tangled in each other's limbs, damp with sweat and secretions.
I gave her a chaste kiss, cuddling up against my mother.
"Oh, baby.....Mommy loves you."
"And I love you, mommy," I returned.
My hand was seeking out her flooded sex, rubbing her idly.
"And just think, this is only the beginning... I plan to learn more of how to please you... to provide you with the enjoyment and pleasure of us not just fucking...but making love!
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Posted on : Jan 28, 2025
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