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Needs must, Mrs Jackson. A mother's intuition. It always comes to the fore in times of adversity.
His hand was now spread across his mother's warm crotch. His heart beat like a tom-tom. She made no attempt to stop him. She just sort of moaned inwardly and lolled heavily against him.
She breathed into his ear: "I'd like you to be really naughty with Mummy, Jay."
"In what way?"
"I'd like you to... I'd like you to lick me off, you bad, rude boy." She giggled. "Would you like to please Mummy that way? You can have a nice sniff of my panties first to get you in the mood."
Jason's heart almost skipped a beat in astonishment. Had his mother actually said what he thought he'd heard her say?
Her skirt had risen enough to show a flash of her pure white cotton knickers, erotic in their simplicity, provocative in their cleanliness and beckoning from the darkness within like a temptress in the shadows. He pressed the light material against her, feeling the springiness of her lush bush beneath. Here was his mistress, his nemesis, the thing that brought him into the world and would now humble him into submission, consume him and quite possibly consign him forever to hell.
Carol positioned herself so that her legs were astride him and she was lying back on the arm of the sofa. Jason continued to run his fingers across her warm pantied crotch, probing gently into the soft folds and crevices, familiarising himself with the geography and physiology of his mother's sacred domain. Her skirt was now up around her waist, the dark shadowed 'V' of her pubis visible through the brilliant white cotton. Her crotch was damp, humid like the atmosphere of a glasshouse. A strong scent wafted from her, a reek of expectation and excitement that signalled her desire, the desire to be possessed by her own flesh and blood.
Jason felt his mother's hands on the back of his head, urging him towards her. For a moment the scent of her reminded him of those days when he'd held her soiled panties to his nose and devoured his mother's essence. But this scent was now, today, it was real, alive and cloying, drawing him down so that now his nose rested on her cunt. He breathed her in deeply, allowing her odour to permeate his being. He nuzzled her with the tip of his nose and felt her legs flex in response. He noticed that depending on where he touched her, there was a variation in responses that acted like a road map for him. Her smell was warm and divine, a musky, talcy, vaguely fishy essence that made his cock like throbbing rock.
Between his mouth and nose and his mother's cunt, there was only a millimetre of cotton fabric. It would only now be a matter of sliding them down. It was easy because she raised her legs into the air so that he could slide them off. He sniffed the panties before tossing them onto the floor. His mother made herself convenient and available for the attentions of her son's mouth, his lips and his tongue. She remained with her legs elevated, her hands behind her knees, supporting the weight. This had the effect of displaying all her naked charms in a lewd and provocative way. Her cunt and even her arsehole were presented to him in a way that was at the same time shameless and shameful. The cocktail of scents, woman odours, emanated from her twin orifices and imbued him with lust and passion.
He used his fingers to open her, parting her lips like the petals of a beautiful pink rose and marvelled at the glistening flesh within. There was a faint odour of drying pee on her pubes. It was irresistible and soon his tongue was gliding along her lush pink gash, running up and down the full length while his mother made little sighs and inward moaning sounds.
As he ran his lips and tongue up and down the length of his mother's slit, sucking her here and there, he heard her breathless voice imploring him: "Do my bottom as well, darling."
And Jason obeyed without question, his libido and lust was cranked right up. His tongue located his mother's smaller hole. It had a dry feel and taste, quite tart. But he slicked it up, using his hands to part her buttocks and expose more of it. Soon his tongue slithered inside the tight hole and he worked it round, opening and relaxing her. The taste of her arsehole was in stark contrast to her cunt. This little orifice was dry and bitter, yet somehow so naughty and exciting - the forbidden hole. Whatever it was, his mother left him in no doubt of the pleasure she was receiving from it.
"Now do my clitty, darling." And he watched as her forefinger traced along her slit and located it for him somewhere near the top of her vagina, releasing it from the protective shroud of flesh. It stood out, exposed like an embarrassed, inflamed morsel of flesh. When he attended it with soft lips and swirling tongue, his mother's body moved in harmony, guiding him into giving her the luscious, almost electric sensations. Her breathing became rapid, almost ragged, and her soft sighs more frequent and urgent. Her syrup and honey slicked his tongue, surrounded his mouth. He drank the intoxicating liquid from his mother's furry cup. Each stab of the tongue was met by a corresponding flexing of the legs, an arching of the back, or a mournful sigh. But suddenly she was tearing at his hair.
"No, no!" He heard her voice saying. And she was pulling his head away by a handful of hair with one hand, and at his shorts with the other, ripping them down as if there was an urgency that had to be addressed immediately. "I need your cock in me now, darling. Please be quick. You must fuck me now and we will cum together."
And then he was inside her. It just seemed to happen. So perfectly naturally. No fuss or fumbling. It was unbelievable. Like a lovely all-consuming dream. His cock moved inside her, through the slick and the viscous, his pubis bumping with hers. He tore her top off, and worked his hands feverishly at the breasts still protected inside the Janet Raeger bra. But he would not be denied and this too he pushed up and away without any unfastening. Her breasts tumbled out like jellies from the mould, popping and flopping in front of him. Jason immersed himself in his mother's tits, sucking the pointing nipples and smothering himself in their womanhood and maternal comfort while his prick drove hard into her sopping cunt with a ferocity that made Carol grunt at the summit of each lancing thrust. He was very good. She was even better.
And then the clawing of his back by the long red-varnished nails signalled that the moment was upon her. Her legs wrapped around his waist clamping her body to him, ensuring that there would be no escape from her intended goal. She piercing shriek hurt his ear, but any painful side effect was numbed by the intense orgasm that wracked his body. His sperm jetted into her womb with a force that threatened to leave his balls on the floor. His cum flowed from him in a seemingly never-ending molten gush. His mother's legs squeezed him, as did her vaginal muscles which held and constricted his cock, as if wringing from him every last drop of cum.
And then it was done. They melted into one another, becoming whole. They lay wordless, breathing heavily for a few moments while they floated back to earth on beds of feathers where they fell asleep in each other's arms. Their love had been consummated, but was it with the blessing of God, or the Devil?
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