Noah had struggled all of his life with
issues of abandonment. That was a pretty
standard condition for people who had been adopted but he had made sincere
efforts to address his concerns and unpack his baggage. He hadn’t managed to establish a healthy, long
term relationship in his 30 years of life but he was ever hopeful.
The first and most important step in that
journey toward wholeness was finding his birth mother. It was a relatively easy process; she only
lived less than two hours away for his entire life. She had been looking for him just as he had
been looking for her so it was a matter of signing the appropriate papers and
waiting for the red tape to be cut by adoption agency personnel. Their reunion had been awkward and rather
uneventful. They decided it would be
best if they chose to meet their first time at her home to avoid any emotional
outbursts at Olive Garden or some such place.
Noah’s heart was in his chest as he made his way to her front door. There were still lots of unanswered questions
and unresolved issues when the initial meeting was all said and done but Noah
and Andrea were well on their way to establishing a healthy relationship and a
good friendship. Certainly, the rapport
was there without much effort. The age
difference was minimal and Noah was awed at how at ease he felt with his birth
mother and that their similarities.
Finding her had been one of the best things he’d ever done in his adult
life, a step that would lead to closure for a lot of emotional triggers in his
life that left him distancing himself from women.
As is the case with most busy singles, Noah
had resorted to the internet to aid in finding love. It was a viable option as any other in the
day and age and he opted to use paid sites to week out the insincere and the
fake. There were very few sites like
that that catered specifically to African Americans so he’d search to the top
three dating sites to cast a wide net.
The $100 or so investment was well worth it if he could find his dream
lady. He was pretty aggressive in his
search He had a list of criteria that was pretty extensive and there wasn’t
much room for deviation. She had to be a
woman of color, intelligent, articulate, spiritual, affectionate, and exude sex
appeal. The other things were intangibles
that would amount to chemistry and connection upon meeting.
Within 100 miles of San Francisco was a
decent distance to travel to find his one true love. As with many search options on dating sites,
he had to expand some of his criteria in order to get a fair sampling of
profiles returned. Always having an
attraction for older women and having exhausted profiles that were in his
distance range, he expanded his age range to get a better selection of profiles. Satisfied that 80 profiles would be enough to
explore for the evening, he settled in to go over them with a fine tooth
comb. He had limited his search to
profiles with pictures to prevent any time spent getting to know someone that
he wasn’t physically attracted to and to save time for all involved.
He hadn’t clicked on more than three or four
profiles when fate would alter his reality forever. “Degreed Blk Fem sks intimacy, communication,
and passion,” read the headline. Noah
shook his head in disbelief and stared at the screen for a few minutes in a
daze. There was no mistake about it, no
way to misconstrue that the profile belonged to Andrea, his birth mother. He felt like he was invading her privacy and
he closed the profile and moved on.
Distracted and shaken, he returned to her profile again, this time to
explore every detail.
First, he looked at all the photos. The album held five photos, all tasteful, all
showing facets of a very beautiful woman.
Noah told himself that the man that got his mother as a partner would be
a damn lucky man because there was not way to deny, even at 46, she was a
breathtaking beauty that looked more than 10 years younger than her age. Her delicious honey colored complexion was
flawless and Noah marveled at the pictures, seeing his own complexion reflected
in the womanly curves lady that gave birth to him. He made note of the fact that none of the
photos were vulgar but yet they all oozed sensuality. She showed subtle flashes of leg, a rounded
bare shoulder, even a sweet, casual shot that wasn’t glamorous at all but still
showed off her natural beauty. He
wondered to himself what his reaction would have been had she had a nude photo
of herself among her collection. Noah
rated her photos an A plus and went on to explore her profile more.
There was something a little uneasy for Noah
to deal with and it was the activity in his pants. He shook his head and made a conscious effort
to focus on the computer screen and deny the fact that he had an erection had to
do with a taboo that was almost too unthinkable to comprehend. He adjusted himself and kept on, obsessed
with finding out anything and everything he could about this mysterious woman
to whom he was more connected than any other person on the planet but he knew
so little about. Even as he scrolled
down the profile, he rationalized that there was probably some genetic DNA
predisposition that was responsible for the fact that all the traits he sought
in a woman, his mother possessed.
When he got to the essay portion of the
profile he swallowed hard and began reading.
She articulatey described herself and exactly what she was looking for
in a man in detail. She wrote, “I’m an
accomplished, successful woman who is at a crossroads. I need companionship and friendship with a
partner that can allow me to explore my new found sexual liberation. Understand that I’m not looking for someone
to romance me and sweet me off my feet with little or no substance. I need a man that can be open, a good
listener, honest, available and accountable.
Once you’ve shown me that you are worthy of my heart, I’m looking to
share my body with you in ways you probably can’t imagine. There aren’t many men that meet my standards
and this is a once in a lifetime opportunity to share a side of me that needs
more exploration and expression. Younger
men are more than welcome to apply because I need a man that can keep up with
my rather insatiable appetites.”
By the time he finished reading, his dick was
in his hand and he was stroking it furiously.
Her unapologetic yet sophisticated call for a lover to rock her world
yet be more than a fuck toy, to actually be a man committed to the person not
just the just package it came in, was arousing on so many levels he could
barely control himself. He jerked his
hardness, reading the words over and over again. He tried to imagine the unimaginable promises
of pleasure Andrea had alluded to. He
called her name as he envisioned her satisfying herself in the absence of a man
on the very couch they had shared tea when they met. He imagined her sexy breasts glistening with
sweat as he pounded her while she dug her nails into his back and screamed for
more. His cum erupted as he thought
about it being deposited in the very womb that nurtured him for nine
months.
He awoke in the morning, hoping it had all
been a nightmare. Before his eyes were
completely open, he sat in front of his computer screen and pulled the
bookmarked profile up again. He noticed
that her last visit to the site was within the last 24 hours and he panicked. What if she were to find his profile in the
same way? He immediately made his
profile invisible to other viewers and went back to her profile again. He pulled his semi erect dick out and picked
up the phone. He placed the call without
even having a game plan in mind. All he
knew was he had to see her and soon.
They chatted and caught up in the
uncomfortable way that only adoptive mother and son are prone to do. “Listen, I don’t know if you are into this
sort of thing but I was hoping you might want to join me next Saturday and go
to the Crocker Art Museum. I’ve
exhausted all the museums in the Bay area and I couldn’t think of coming to
Sacramento without seeing if you would like to join me . . . If you are into
that sort of thing,” he said, knowing full well that she was. He played on her emotions by adding, “It
would make me so happy to be able to share what I love the most with the most
special woman in the world to me,” his comment had many more layers and
implications than Andrea could comprehend.
Andrea, wanting to be open to any hand of
civility her son extended to her, accepted before he could finish his little
speech but Noah hadn’t heard her. She
let him finish and repeated her answer, adding that she was flattered that he
would ask her and how grateful she was that he didn’t hate her. There was a long moment of silence on the
phone as the two dealt with their own adoptive demons.
They made plans for him to come there and
pick her up next weekend and she even invited him to spend the night in her
spare bedroom if it got too late to drive back.
Noah hung up the phone and shot off another load within seconds of doing
so. What had he just done? More importantly, what was he going to
do? He hadn’t even planned it out
thoroughly; he was going on pure adrenaline and lust.
Over the course of the next few days, Noah
tried desperately to purge himself of sexual thoughts of Andrea. He rationalized that most teenage boys had at
least a masturbatory fantasy or two about their mothers. It had to be some sort on rite of passage or
some natural occurrence in nature, he was just going through his later in life,
and it would certainly pass. All week
long he would read her profile over and over again, at work, at home; he had
even printed it out and memorized every detail, justifying it as a way to get
to know this very intimate stranger.
The drive to Sacramento seemed to take
forever. He turned up his music loudly
and he and Tupac lamented over the trials and tribulations of being a black man
in a society that wanted to keep them oppressed. He tried to ignore the constant dull ache in
his nuts and half hard dick he would get occasionally but the closer he got to
her house, the more he let himself fantasize about being the man Andrea called
her man. Hell, except for that pesky
little fact that she had given birth to him; he was exactly what she was
looking for and vice versa. They shared
the same likes and dislikes, predilections and preferences, and they were both
in need of the same type of relationship.
He knocked on the door but he hadn’t prepared
for what he saw when it opened. Andrea
was dressed in a sexy black dress with thin spaghetti straps and a low cut
v-neck that showed off just the right amount of cleavage. The dress hugged her toned, athletic body
perfectly. She wore a pair of sexy,
stiletto heels that showed off the blood red nail polish that accentuated her
perfectly pedicured toes.
Noah stood speechless for a moment unable to
speak. Andrea, sensing some tension,
panicked and said, “Oh, I’m overdressed aren’t I? I have been trying to figure out what to wear
for an hour. I’ll go change.” With that, she turned towards her
bedroom. Noah grabbed her hand and
stopped her.
“No, what you are wearing is fine, you look
beautiful.” The heat of her hand in his
burned his flesh as he felt himself becoming completely erect
“I really do appreciate you offering to take
an old woman like me to the museum today.
I’m appreciative of any time I can get to spend with my favorite boy,”
as she patted his cheek gently. Noah’s heart did a back flip, hearing words
that gave him more comfort than he’d ever known before. “Well, let me go get my wrap and we’ll be
off. Does that sound okay?” Noah nodded in silence and tried to adjust
himself so that his throbbing erection couldn’t be seen as she walked
away.
The two made a striking couple. There was no way in hell anyone could tell
that they were mother and son, Andrea only looking four or five years older
than Noah at the most. Granted she was
just barely 16 years older but Noah had dated women that had looked and been
older than she in his lifetime. He held
the door for her as she got in and out of his truck held her by the small of
her back as they strolled among the artwork.
They started to let their guards down and they seemed more at ease with
each other than one would imagine. Their
tastes in artwork were similar and they shared more information about each
other in an effort to catch up on lost time.
They both liked the same movies, they both had a love of travel and had
been to some of the same places and had even stayed in the same hotel in Paris,
twenty years apart. Noah could not stop
looking at Andrea and he was more and more curious about the sexual beast that
lurked inside her that she alluded to in her profile.
They had stopped strolling around and sat on
the bench and were deep in conversation.
Noah had placed his arm around her shoulder and Andrea had responded by
turning her body completely towards him and resting her hand on his thigh. Another black couple, obviously deeply in
love, strolled by hand in hand. The
woman made eye contact with Andrea and gave the universal sista look of, “Go
ahead, Stella, do your thing.” The
couple stopped and the woman turned back and said, “Isn’t love wonderful? You two look beautiful together.”
Both Andrea and Noah panicked and pulled away
from each other. They both mumbled thank
you and awkwardly stood to leave. The
couple apologized for interrupting, aware that they had caused some sort of
disruption in the flow of things and went on about their business.
“I think it’s time to go, we’ve seen all we
can see here.” Andrea held her eyes to
the floor and had lost some of the joy in her voice.
Noah, not ready to end the evening, tried his
best to salvage the chemistry that had been interrupted. “Andrea, you are a vibrant and beautiful
lady. I’m sure that’s not the last time
someone will mistake you for my date.
Listen, it’s still early, what do you say that I take my favorite lady
out for dinner?” They both smiled and
got a little teary and took a deep breath at the same time.
Andrea smiled and sunk back into the level of
comfort and ease that they had shared before the interruption. The place she chose for dinner was a small,
intimate restaurant that was perfect for lovers. For a brief second, Noah allowed himself to
contemplate that the sexual attraction he felt for Andrea might be
reciprocal. He held her chair out and
took her wrap. He “accidentally”
caressed her smooth shoulders, or at least he hoped that it had seemed
accidental. Once seated he quickly
placed the napkin in his lap to hide the protruding appendage that threatened
to betray his deepest desires.
Noah ordered a bottle of wine rather than a
glass, hoping that the beverage would loosen both their inhibitions and lead to
a more intimate connection. The waiter,
also assuming they were lovers, or soon to be lovers, poured on the charm and
suggested the most romantic dining suggestions, finger foods for appetizers
that could be fed to one another, entrées that could be shared, and decadent
desserts. After the first glass of wine,
Andrea had relaxed sufficiently to let her guard down and she was becoming
openly flirtatious with Noah. Noah
didn’t miss a beat and started going into full mack mode. He was versed in how to make a woman feel
like the center of the universe and he was pulling out all the stops. They conversed freely about music and art and
politics and eventually the conversation got around to dating. Andrea listened intently as Noah confessed
with bitter honesty his adulterous, playboy past and his longing and desire to
connect to “the one” and how she had remained so elusive in his life. Andrea was tortured with guilt at being the
reason Noah felt so alone in his life and she reached out to embrace him in her
arms.
Noah felt her touch and sunk gently into it
from an emotional level. He had craved
that sensation, that feeling of safety and comfort that only a mother’s loving
embrace could provide. If only the woman
providing that sensation wasn’t biologically linked to him he would be in
heaven. Andrea, feeling the need to open
up, shared the secrets of her emotional past as well. She spoke about looking for love and how she
had come up short time and time again.
She revealed that she was looking for a person to stimulate her mind and
spirit first and that would be the impetus to transcendental love making. The wine had loosened her inhibitions and she
was having a conversation that she normally would have thought was a tad
inappropriate. She placed her hand on
Noah’s lap, dangerously close to his dick and kept on with her revelations,
perhaps oblivious because of the slight buzz she was feeling. Andrea could no longer deny the attraction
and she downed another glass of wine and relegated herself to the fact that she
was involved in a dance of seduction that had horrific implications. Her body was betraying her mind. Her nipples protruded brazenly from her dress
and her clit was throbbing to the point of distraction. She excused herself to go to the ladies room
and wipe away some of the moisture that had collected between her legs lest he
smell her arousal at the table.
When she returned, Noah had paid the bill and
was holding her wrap for her. They made
the trip back to her home in virtual silence, not daring to speak, both afraid
of what was happening. He pulled into
the driveway of her home and came around to open the door for her. She gently placed her hand in his as she
stepped down and they both stood inches apart from one another, the electricity
between them could light up a stadium it was so strong. She tried to say something about, “thank you
for a wonderful day,” and her words were cut off with a passionate kiss that
took her breath away. Noah had lost his
resolve to keep his fantasy to himself and he kissed the woman that was the
focus of all of his desire. He pulled
her body to his tightly and ran his hands over her ass. He thrust his dick against her body and
started grinding on her. She responded
in kind, holding his face in her soft hands and sucking his tongue sensuously,
wrapping her arms around his neck. He
picked her up and placed her back on the seat of his truck and she wrapped her
legs around him as he began to slide his hands up the smooth skin of her
thigh. They kissed more passionately
this time.
“No, stop, we can’t do this!” Andrea grabbed his hand and stopped him.
Feeling profound shame, Noah backed off and
started to hyperventilate. Had he
destroyed the relationship he had only just started with his birth mother? He started to mumble an apology when Andrea
stopped him. “We can’t do this here. Let’s go inside.”
She grabbed him by the hand and tilted his
face to hers. She looked him in the eyes
as they kissed again. She climbed down
from the truck and held his hand as they made their way to the front door. Once inside, she kept the lights off and felt
Noah’s presence behind her. He pulled
her wrap from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He caressed her bare shoulder and kissed it
softly. She leaned back into him and
rubbed her ass sensuously against his dick.
Gentle moans escaped her lips as his hands roamed freely over her sides,
gripping her hips tightly.
“God, I want this, I want you.” Noah was in a fog of lust. Everything about the woman before him was
what he had been searching for. He felt
driven to experience all that she had to offer, not just sexually but
emotionally as well. He wanted his Mommy
to love him, in every way possible.
Andrea turned to face Noah and she kissed him
with more passion than she had thought possible just a few hours earlier. She was driven by this insane lust of the
taboo and the fact that she had an attraction to a man that she had carried
inside her for nine months. She reached
for his crotch and felt the evidence of his lust for her. She kissed and nibbled on his neck and
whispered in his ear that they should make it to the bedroom to get more
comfortable.
For a brief second, things were awkward
again. Andrea made her way around the
bedroom and lit candles while Noah stood and watched. He wondered if he shouldn’t just stop things
where they were and go home; perhaps they could pretend that none of this ever
happened. Ignorance is bliss so they
say. The precum dripping from the head
of his dick was motivation enough for him to erase all those sorts of thoughts
from his mind.
Andrea stood before him and lowered the
straps to her dress. She stood in her
high heels and a pair of black satin panties and Noah had to swallow hard to
keep from slamming her hard on the bed and taking her without any foreplay at
all. He wanted her to exploit his
fantasies; to highlight his fantasies of being a little boy that Mommy was
teaching how to be naughty. He had
engaged in role-play like that many times before with other women in similar
ways but this was about to take on whole new dimensions. He wondered if pushing the issue would cause
her to panic and back out of the situation so he kept his silence.
There was little reason to do so. Andrea was like a woman possessed, loving
every aspect of the mother/son incest and she was tipsy enough to let go of
whatever inhibitions she might have had.
She lay back on the bed and spread her legs. She rubbed her pussy through the thin
material and slid her hands inside to put on a show for Noah. She told him to get undressed and she
fingered herself while he revealed the perfect sculpted body of a man half her
age. He stepped out of his boxer briefs
and she started fucking herself that much harder, sliding her panties down to
get better access and to show off her aroused and shaved cunt to her sweet baby
boy.
Without saying a word, Noah climbed on top of
Andrea and started kissing her passionately.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him and explored his mouth with
passion. She could feel his erection
sliding between her legs as his mouth explored her neck and she was moaning
very loudly. Noah could feel the
softness of her breasts crushed against him and the hardness of her nipples
pressed against his chest. There was no
mistaking the fact that his dick was rubbing the wet slit of her pussy and he
could feel her aroused clit rubbing on the length of his hardness. The heat emanating from her core was like a
furnace and she was becoming more and more vocal as things got more and more
heated.
“Oh, your dick is so big,” she moaned and she
reached for it to put her delicate hands around it and stroke it.
Noah almost came right then and right
there. It felt so good that he needed to
think about Stock Market futures in order to keep from losing his nut. He began kissing his way down her body to the
place that was the single focus of his desire, her breasts. He looked Andrea deeply in her eyes as he
lowered his mouth to her hardened nipple.
There was a soundtrack of ooohh’s, and ahhhh’s and mmmm’s as he began
sucking her titties. The softness of her
boobs was pleasure untold for Noah and when she grabbed his head and said, “Oh
you make Mommy feel so good,” he almost lost it.
In a voice that didn’t sound like his own and
was decidedly adolescent, Noah said, “Does Mommy like when I suck on her
titties like that?”
Andrea, fully into the forbidden lovemaking,
responded knowing full well where this was going to go. “Yes, sweetie, Mommy loves when you suck on
my hard titties like that. Drink Mommy’s milk baby, my titties are so swollen
and full. Do you like when Mommy feeds
you like that?”
Noah was outside of himself. He was in a realm of arousal he’d never
experienced before. “Yes, Mommy, I love
sucking your titties. I love doing
anything that makes you feel good Mommy.
I just want to make you happy.”
Andrea cradled Noah’s head and reinforced
that Noah was a very good boy for making his Mommy feel good. His mouth went from nipple to nipple and
Andrea’s moans got louder and louder.
She was chanting, “Oh yeah, suck my titties baby, drink mama’s milk, oh,
fuck that feels so good.”
“Mama, you said a bad word!” Noah could barely believe how easily his role
as pubescent boy came in the arms of the woman that gave birth to him.
“Yes, sweetie, it’s okay. Grownups are allowed to say bad words when
they have their clothes off like this.
It makes it feel better.”
“Mommy, can I say those words too? Am I a big boy Mama?”
“What words do you know, sweetie? Who taught you those naughty words?”
“At school, some of the boys say, you know,
stuff. And one time I. . .” His voice trailed off.
“What is it dear? You can tell Mommy, I promise I won’t be
mad.” Andrea stroked his hair and
soothed his pretend fears.
“One time I watched you and Daddy playing
when you were naked and lying down. He
said a lot of naughty words.” His eyes
got big like he was telling a secret, fully aware that they hadn’t even
discussed who his biological father had been up until that point.
By this time, Andrea was holding her breasts
up for Noah and making him suck them harder and harder, thrashing around on the
bed and consumed with the fantasy of sexing up her adolescent son when it was
in fact her thirty something son. It was
the fulfillment of her dirtiest desires, desires she hadn’t really contemplated
as real because she never thought of finding her son, she had assumed she would
go her entire life with no knowledge of what happened to him, how he turned
out. Until that day in her life, she
felt relatively safe that her mother/son fantasies were harmless fun between
her and her very adult lovers.
“Mommy, I feel funny . . . down there.” Noah pointed to the erection that was leaking
and he grabbed its full length like only he knew how to do and forced out more
precum. There was no way his enormous
prick could be mistaken for a child’s.
“It’s okay, sweetie, you can use the grown up
word for it. Mommy likes when you use
the dirty words.” Andrea was so turned
on, more than she had ever been before in her life and it scared her a little
to think of how far she would go in her lust.
Noah said, “Oh Mama, my dick is sooo
hard. Do you like my big dick?”
Andrea reached between his legs and felt the
hefty organ that was engorged with blood.
“By all means, Mommy loves your big, hard dick. It makes Mommy’s pussy really wet. Mommy wants to suck that big, fat dick. Come here and let me put it in my mouth.”
“Oh Mommy! Are you sure?”
Noah rolled over and lay back on the
bed. Andrea wasted no time in getting
between his legs and giving him head like he’d literally never had before in
his life. She grabbed his erection and
started stroking it, making it leak more precum. She licked the salty treat and told him how
good he tasted. She took the head in her
mouth and swirled her tongue around it and Noah could barely control
himself. She went down on it slowly,
licking and sucking with painstaking precision.
She was getting every inch wet with her mouth and tongue and sucking it
expertly with her lips. She swallowed
the entire shaft and Noah made a sound that he’d never heard before. Andrea was moaning and slobbering all over
his dick like a cock craved whore and fingering her pussy at the same
time. Noah, with the awareness of a
grown man, grabbed her and made her stop because he knew all too well that a
few more minutes of exceptional head like that would make him shoot his load
and he definitely wanted to wait.
Andrea wanted more. She wanted to taste her son’s cum and she
wasn’t ready to stop. She was looking
him in his eyes and asking him if he liked it.
Noah was out of his mind, it was sensory overload. She focused on sucking the engorged vein on
the underside of his dick and it allowed him to calm down enough to regain
normal control of his breathing. The
room was spinning and it felt like it was 100 degrees in there. She started humming on his dick, sending
vibrations up his spine and talking dirty.
It was the wanton slut of his dreams, intelligent, sophisticated,
beautiful, sexy and desperate for cum.
“You like Mommy’s mouth on your hard
cock? Use those nasty words you know,
treat Mommy like a filthy whore, it makes mommy feel good when you say nasty
things to her like a big boy.”
Noah was ready to explode and they went past
the stage of pretending, it was mother who got off on giving her son nasty
pleasure and a son who desperately wanted to fuck his mother. He grabbed her head and started moving it up
and down on his dick, fucking her throat.
Andrea didn’t miss a beat and she gagged a little but it only seemed to
inspire her to be that much nastier. It
seemed she couldn’t get it wicked enough, she was in a zone where she wanted to
be debased and used like a cheap whore, with her flesh and blood baby boy. She was deep throating him and stroking him
and licking his balls. The raunchier she
got, the more she needed verbal stimulation.
“Come on you fucking cunt, suck my fat
dick. Show me what a slut you are for
that fuck meat in your slutty mouth.
Choke on your son’s hard dick bitch.
Look at you, you fucking filthy cocksucker. Suck my god damn cum out of my big hairy
balls. Lick that fuck tool real good and
get it nice and wet so I can ram it in your wet pussy. Yeah, your little boy is going to fuck you
senseless. Is that what you want? You want your son to ram his big hard dick in
you so hard you scream like it’s going to rip you apart? What sort of nasty whore gets off on sucking
her sons big hard dick? Am I going to
have to leave money by the bed you fucking nasty hooker? Maybe I’ll bring all my friends by and let
them take turns using your body and they can pay me for the chance to ram their
big black dicks in every hole in your body.
You like that you dirty slut?”
Andrea wasn’t satisfied, she wanted more and
she wasn’t afraid to go for it. She was
inspired by the fact that she had crossed a line that was so forbidden, so
taboo, that she had never been so turned on in her life. She was in a sexual fog, a lust inspired by
this incredibly sexy man that she was with and knowing that she had birthed him
through the pussy that was now soaking wet and screaming for him to fuck
her. “No, I want more. I want to show you how REALLY nasty mommies
behave.” She got between his legs and
lifted them up. Noah held them open,
knowing what was going to happen but not sure he could believe it. He knew that the long drive to Sacramento
made his crack ripe with fragrance and Andrea seemed to not notice or care one
little bit. She seemed to delight in
looking at the brown hole and Noah was pushing out, making it open and close
for her. “Oooooh, talk really, really
dirty to Mommy, make me feel like a nasty whore.”
Noah didn’t hesitate for a second. “Oh yeah, eat my dirty shithole. Stick your
tongue in there and lick it out good, Get it nice and clean like a good mommy
should. Taste that hole where you little
boy takes hot smelly shits and lick it good and deep.”
She didn’t waste a second and started licking
and kissing and sucking his brown hole.
There weren’t many things Noah loved more than a tongue in his ass and
he was grinding his ass on her face and pulling his cheeks apart so she could
get deep. Andrea looked up at him and
stared straight in his eyes as she said, “Mmmm, I love the way your shithole
tastes. I’m licking the tip of your sexy
turd with my tongue. It makes my pussy
so wet to know that I’m being such a dirty mommy for my baby. You won’t tell anyone, will you, that Mommy
likes licking your poop hole? Mommy
could get in big trouble if anyone found out that we do naughty things
together. You have to promise to keep it
a secret.” Then she went back to her
feast, sucking Noah’s asshole like a woman possessed. Noah had never been hornier in his entire
life. The filthy nature of her words and
actions, he thought, was the way sex was supposed to be: primal and raw, animalistic
and dirty. He was in sexual
nirvana. He held his legs wider as he
enjoyed the sensation of his sexy mother making a feast of his shitpipe.
Andrea loved every second of it and she
wanted more. This was the treatment
she’d been craving, being treated like a depraved and perverted whore and who
better to do that than her own child?
She held his asscheeks apart and blew air directly up his ass. Noah moaned in pleasure at the nastiness of
it all and in return he farted foul smelling air back in his mother’s
mouth. Andrea breathed in the stench
like it was a dozen long stemmed roses and went back to trying to suck the shit
out of Noah’s asshole, figuratively of course.
Noah had to stop for a minute and wonder exactly what sort of limits his
mother had if any and the idea of how filthy could get almost made him work a load
up from his nuts.
Andrea worked a finger up Noah’s asshole and
he screamed out in pleasure and begged her to do it harder. “Mmmm, my little boy has the makings of a
faggot I see. You like having things
shoved up your slutty boy pussy? Maybe
you are Mommy’s nasty little girl?” Noah
was fucking her fingers back, trying to get them deeper, inspired by her
implications.
Truth was, he loved getting a hard dick
shoved in his ass by a real man every once in a while. He loved the fact that his mother was calling
him a dirty faggot and he was inspired to give back to her the level of arousal
he felt. “You fucking shit whore,
finger and suck my dirty trench and maybe I’ll give you what you are digging
for.” The sexiness and the foul words
had his dick harder than Chinese Calculus and leaking precum like a
faucet. The smell of his mother’s wet
pussy in the air was making him crazed.
“Is my Mommy a nasty toilet mouth?
Does my Mommy want her baby boy to go potty in her raunchy mouth?”
This was going too far for both of them. It was unexplored territory and they were
both on a sex high that was like no place they had ever gone; only dreamt
about. It was pure, unbridled, uninhibited
sex with someone that you trust completely.
Granted, there’s was a trust that defied rational thought. They were linked genetically but they hadn’t
known each other more than 12 hours total.
Noah sat up and forcefully flipped Andrea on her back. He climbed on top of her and kissed her
deeply, tasting the ass slime on her tongue, sharing a kiss with his butt
juices. “Now, it’s my turn. I’m going to make you cum so hard you piss on
yourself, got it?”
“Don’t threaten me little boy. Mommy just might piss in your mouth to teach
you a lesson.”
He got between her legs and stared at the
place he came from. He knew he had to
squeeze off a load before he fucked her or else he would nut too damn quickly
when he finally rammed himself in her. He
started eating her pussy and stroking his dick.
Andrea was giving direction, inspiring him, telling him how much she
loved his mouth on her wet pussy. He
returned the favor and licked and sucked her asshole with equal enthusiasm and
they sunk to new depths of depravity and filth.
He shot his load on her feet and licked it off before going back to
sucking her clit to orgasm. Andrea was
grabbing the sheets and screaming bloody murder, her inhibitions had
disappeared like David Blaine on a HBO special.
Noah hadn’t even gotten soft, he was so aroused and so out of
control.
Andrea reached her first orgasm of the night
and she planned on having a few more before it was all over. She turned over and got up on her hands and
knees and looked back over her shoulder.
“Fuck me!”
There was no need for the mother/son
reference because she was a woman that needed to get fucked by a man. She was desperate to feel every inch of that
hard meet rammed in her cunt walls and she needed him to do it hard and fast
and rough. He grabbed her hair and
pulled it like reigns on a philly. She
responded by chanting, “Fuck me, fuck me, NOW!”
Noah took careful aim. He lined up the fat head of his dick with her
hole. He grabbed her hips and with one
fluid, fast motion, he rammed the entire length of his dick deep in her
uterus. She screamed out in pain, but
only the sort of pain that ushers in the greatest of pleasure. For a brief moment, they slipped into a zone
of familiarity and peace. Neither of
them had ever experienced such profound love before. Noah was experiencing maternal love and Andrea
had found the peace she’d given up 30 years ago. Their union was symbolic of the truly
forbidden and the transcendent.
Noah began fucking Andrea with the force and
the stamina that he would fuck a man and she took it all and begged for
more. He worked his thumb up her ass and
she started using her muscles to coax out another load of cum. If he hadn’t busted off one earlier, that
would have been the end of him but he held on tight. He started smacking that ass and reached
around to her breasts. He pulled her
tits and twisted them in his fingers and she encouraged him to do it
harder. “Pull my fucking nipples you
dirty mother fucker. Make them hurt. Slap them. Ohhh, it feels so good.”
Andrea was fucking him back extraordinarily
hard, grunting and snorting like a crazed animal. “Baby, Mama needs what every filthy slut
can’t get enough of. Mama needs you to
fuck her in her nasty asshole. Please?”
Noah almost came again. It was a journey to heaven and he was still
on earth. He pulled out of her pussy and
saw her juices all over his erection.
She had taken his finger with no problem so he spit on her asshole and
started to work more fingers in. “Damn
you Noah, ram it in there and make it hurt.
I don’t want you to give a damn about me, use my asshole, rip it
apart. Shoot your cum deep in my
bowels. Make me cum from dicking my
shithole and then make me lick your dirty dick clean.”
“You fucking bitch, you asked for it. I don’t want you to complain one little bit
that it hurts either. You better beg for
more. I want you screaming and begging me to fuck the shit out of you, for me
to never stop, you hear?”
“What are you waiting for? Slam it up my ass. Fuck your whore mother in her backdoor. What’s the matter? Afraid my tight little ass will make you nut
too fast in my horny anus? Yeah, it
takes a real man to handle a hot, sexy hole like this, not a little boy.”
The head of Noah’s dick didn’t even look like
it could fit in such a small space. He
held his dick still as he pushed the tip in.
Andrea gasped for air and gripped the sheets tightly, sweat was forming
on her body and she was in agony and ecstasy.
The sensation of Andrea’s tight ass ring on the shaft of his member was
so intense, he was sweating trying to work all 9 inches in and he didn’t
understand who she could even take it all.
She reached for lube on the nightstand and tossed it back to him. He flipped the top open and poured half the
bottle on her asshole and it dripped on his balls, her pussy, the bed,
everywhere. Andrea took control and
started fucking him back. “Oh Daddy,
fuck my naughty asshole, make me a bad girl Daddy.” Obviously roles were irrelevant at that
point. All that really mattered was
pleasure.
Noah grabbed her hips and started
pounding. Andrea lowered her head and
stuck her ass up in the air so the last few inches could get the right angle
and sink deep in her colon. Noah could
smell the earthy, strong aroma of ass fucking and it was intoxicating. Brown streaks were coating his dick and
Andrea was moaning loader, begging for it harder. Ass fucking was supposed to be dirty and
primal and filthy in every way and Andrea and Noah were two untamed wild
animals that were lost in debauchery and pleasure. Andrea had craved the sensation of losing
herself to a man completely and it was in that moment, when the head of his
dick was pounding into the tip of her butt sludge and she was craving more
degradation and humiliation that she started to cum. It was a mental orgasm, a freedom from
society and rules and inhibitions.
“Oh baby, Mommy is going to cum. You are fucking the shit out of me and I
don’t care. Look at how disgusting I am.
I’m not even telling you to stop.
Shoot your cum deep in me. Empty
your nuts in my heiney precious. Make me
shit out your baby juice all night long.”
Noah grabbed her hip and started ramming
himself deeper and harder, practically ramming Andrea’s head in the wall. “OHHHH FUCK!
Take it whore, take my load.” He
collapsed on top of her and drifted in and out of consciousness for a few
moments. Andrea cradled and comforted
him as they fell asleep from exhaustion.
Noah awoke in the early morning hours,
shaking his head for clarity and trying to recollect what had happened, hoping
it had all been a dream. Andrea was there,
awake as well, this time to comfort him and reassure him that everything would
be okay. They’d gone places mother and
son shouldn’t go. They had explored
depths from which there was no turning back.
“Mom . . . I . . . “
Andrea held her fingers to his lips. “Son, we have the entire rest of our lives to
figure out how to make sense of all this.
I promise, I’m not going to leave you again, even if things are
difficult.”
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