H Tales Of A Reincarnated Elf

by Stayrr

I was a good looking prince when I was reborn, and because I could do indecent things as much as I like, I decided to make a harem while traveling with a beautiful female elf Formerly an otaku, the hero who was just reincarnated became a handsome elf prince of another world. In his previous life he was just a plain-faced man, so in this world he uses his high position as a prin

134. Different Sex Story (488-497)

Different Sex Story Chapter 496 - Fertility Temple, Impregnating Mom

488 Deepthroat Mother~Wedding Host

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The whole disaster began when Rebecca woke up and felt a lump in her throat. She had arrived in Malaysia the day before and was scheduled to perform at a wedding later that morning. The hot shower she hoped would make her feel better, didn't. She was definitely sick!

Private singing gigs were never really her thing. But in the twilight of her career as a pop singer, lucrative opportunities were few and far between. The heiress to a wealthy Malaysian banking family had offered her big bucks and she gladly accepted.

Now, the whole event was in jeopardy and she was panic-stricken. The extravagant wedding would lose much of its luster without her performance. It would truly be disastrous if she pulled out now.

It was 6:43 a.m. and she was pacing back and forth in the suite's generous living area, dressed only in a thin silk robe.

"Something wrong?" James asked.

Her son had just woken up, and immediately noticed her agitation when he entered the living area. He was on spring break from college and accompanied her on the trip.

"I think I'm sick." Rebecca was horrified when she heard the rasp in her voice.

"Oh God, what are you going to do?"

Rebecca pursed her lips. "I'll have to let them know I might not be able to perform. The sooner the better, so other arrangements can still be made for the entertainment."

"That's probably the best way forward."

Her heart filled with dread as she called the wedding planner, who was staying in the same hotel. This was the first time Rebecca had ever canceled a performance. Not only did it deeply wound her pride, it would also be a huge financial loss.

Ling, the fierce young wedding planner, rushed over to Rebecca's suite, already dressed and ready for the busy day ahead. James waited in his room while Rebecca explained everything to Ling.

"I apologize profusely," Rebecca croaked, as they sat together on the couch. "I'm sure there are plenty of quality singers in Malaysia who could still be booked, even at this late stage."

Ling sternly shook her head. "Please understand, this family wants you because you are famous, Caucasian, American and western. In our society, western performers are held in high regard. Although this is a traditional Malaysian wedding, there are still many western influences. Your appearance is the ultimate status symbol."

She understood Ling's frustration. The importance of her performing at the wedding was emphasized during the negotiations that took place before she agreed to take the gig. Why else would a wealthy Malaysian family pay so much for her appearance? It was heartbreaking that she'd probably have to let them down, especially since the bride was a longtime fan.

Rebecca was at a loss. "Maybe if I drink enough tea with honey, my vocal cords will relax enough for me to be able to perform"

"My mother is a herbalist. I'll give her a call."

Ling reached for her phone.

"Could she help with a sore throat and hoarse voice?"

"My mother can help with anything," Ling replied confidently. "But her methods are highly traditional. They have been passed down through many generations. Some are quite unorthodox by your western standards."

Rebecca squawked. "I'm open to anything."

"Please wait, I will call her now."

Ling hurriedly made the emergency call. Unlike her super-efficient daughter, Ling's mother was still sleeping, but was glad for the wake-up call from her beloved daughter. They spoke for a few minutes in Malay, and it appeared as though the herbal healer was giving detailed advice.

Ling used her fingers to touch Rebecca's throat, apparently at her mother's direction.

"Any lumps?" Ling asked. "Soreness? Do your tonsils feel swollen?"

Rebecca gulped. "All of the above."

Ling relayed the message to her mother. They spoke for a few more minutes. It appeared several recommendations would be forthcoming.

"We have a solution," Ling said solemnly, after she had ended the call. "But you may not like it. As I've stated, my mother is a traditional herbalist. Her treatment may seem unusual to westerners."

Rebecca sat upright and cleared her throat. "I've always kept an open mind regarding health and healing practices. It doesn't scare me."

"Ingesting something with balanced nutritional properties can be used to improve your condition. As western research has recently confirmed, a sample of male semen has the right blend of nutrients and protein needed to alleviate your symptoms ."

Rebecca raised an eyebrow. "I'm sorry, something must have been lost in translation. Did you just say..."

"Yes, semen. Or 'cum' as you call it in the west."

She was serious! The fact that Ling made her suggestion with a straight face made it even more comical. The only thing Rebecca could do was try and maintain her composure. After all, Ling was well known in the industry and could recommend Rebecca for more lucrative job opportunities in Asia.

"How about I first try some medicine?" Rebecca asked, then coughed. "Surely an assistant could grab something over-the-counter for me?"

"Rebecca, I would like for you to host and perform at the wedding. Giving you medicine might make you drowsy and diminish the intensity of your performance."

"So my only option is... semen?"

Rebecca tried her best to sound serious even though she found the idea to be ludicrous. It was utterly insane but she didn't want to offend her employer. Semen, as a cure for laryngitis? Nonsense!

"Yes, and that's not all," Ling said. "My mother also recommended a method to minimize the swelling of your vocal cords. It involves easing an object with a cylindrical shape down your throat."

"What kind of object?" Rebecca was completely confused.

"If you do decide on the semen treatment, my mother suggests a penis. Your saliva should provide more than enough lubrication. The semen's healing properties will produce amazing results."

Rebecca was still shocked that Ling would suggest such a thing with a straight face. Were customs really so different around the world? Or was Ling's uninhibited style a product of being raised by a herbalist mother.

"You realize this 'cure' is actually oral sex, right?" Rebecca asked as nicely as possible.

Ling was unfazed. "American women perform this act all the time. Are you saying you've never done it?"

Mild hostility radiated off Ling, as if annoyed by this conversation.

Rebecca sighed softly. "Of course I have, but..."

"Is there a problem? We are paying you a lot of money, which I'm sure you appreciate. It's not easy for us to bring a western woman of your stature here. If you do well, we will hire you for future jobs, and the fact that you performed at this high-profile wedding will allow you to command an even higher fee. Think about that before you reject my proposal."

Those were all important points. But equally as important, Rebecca thought about how much this meant to the bride, whom she had met in the U.S. a few weeks earlier. The bride, a self-confessed superfan, was thrilled about having her perform at the wedding.

And there's no denying it, the money was more than generous too. Deep down, Rebecca was a realist. Her days of producing hit songs and going on tour were over. Being a mainstream pop star is a young person's game. It may not be fair, but very few women who were in their forties can survive.

Regardless, taking a man's penis into her throat and swallowing his cum was not her idea of a cure for a sore throat. Sure, she enjoyed sucking cock in her personal life and only with treasured partners. But to deepthroat a stranger in a foreign country? Inconceivable.

Rebecca smiled politely. "I'm sure you can understand why this remedy would be embarrassing for me. If you want me to sing, I'm sure some hot tea and honey will allow me to perform a few of my biggest hits. Maybe I can share singing duties with a local singer. I can still host the rest of the event."

For a moment, Rebecca's attempt at reason appeared to be working, but Ling ultimately refused to budge on the matter. The impasse was reflective of Ling's type-A personality.

"You must be the only singer," Ling said firmly. "The family hired you because they want you. I understand your need for discretion and privacy. Perhaps we can come up with a compromise."

Finally! They were getting somewhere and Rebecca felt mildly relieved.

"Yes?"

Ling continued in a detached and professional manner. "Your son is in his bedroom. He is a handsome young man. At his age, he is virile and potent. My mother often recommends finding men his age to donate their time and fluids. Please ask him and do it. The staff can provide you with tea and honey after."

This suggestion was even more shocking than the first! Rebecca was simply stunned that Ling would have the audacity to suggest such a thing. Her own son?! Was this a joke?

"You can't be serious," Rebecca whispered. "How is that a compromise?"

"It's more discreet this way. Why? You don't think your son is handsome? Women in this country would pay a small fortune to marry someone like him."

Rebecca shook her head and cleared her throat. "That's not the point. He's my..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Ling's phone rang. It was the father of the bride and Ling excused herself to take the call.

Ling spoke for a few moments before returning her attention to Rebecca.

"This is the bride's father," Ling whispered, covering the phone's receiver for a moment. "He insists on having you perform and will double the price because the bride idolizes you. Please, go ask James. I will be here making a few more calls."

And just like that, Ling returned to her phone to discuss some last minute arrangements.

While Ling was still on the phone in the living room, Rebecca gingerly knocked on the door to her son's room.

When the door opened, she immediately realized that he'd heard everything. He was clearly amused.

"I'm assuming you heard all that," she said.

He could hardly hide his amusement. "Mostly. I guess this means we'll have to pack our bags and sneak out of this country."

Rebecca slipped into the room and closed the door. They had to decide their next move.

"Did you hear what Ling said about money just now?" Rebecca asked, coughing quietly to clear her throat.

"No."

"The bride's father will double my fee for the wedding. That's a lot of money."

"You'll get half a million dollars?" James whispered incredulously.

"That's the offer. This country is prosperous and it seems there are many other wealthy families who want to hire me for private events."

"I'd love to come back to Malaysia again. This place is amazing."

Rebecca shrugged. "I agree, it's gorgeous here and the offer is fantastic. But there's a pretty hefty caveat."

"I know," he blushed.

"What on earth is Ling thinking?" Rebecca complained in a loud whisper. "She wants me to deepthroat you! My own son. And swallow? I'm open-minded to herbal remedies, but this is taking it too far."

Just then she noticed James shift slightly while he stood. Was the horny young man actually considering this?!

"It's totally crazy," he said, almost blushing.

"I'll have to decline. It sounds like an incredible career opportunity, but the emotional cost is too much. Our relationship is much too important to ruin it with such an unthinkable act."

James was silent for a long while. It made Rebecca even more convinced that he was giving this idea some serious consideration.

"Well..."

"Well, what?" Rebecca said, shooting a death glare. "Got something to say?"

"Well, technically it's not a sex act. You heard the lady, there are health benefits to... you know... and the other act could help open your vocal canal. And half a million dollars is still half a million dollars. In a country this rich, there's plenty more where that came from."

Rebecca reached out and slapped James's chest hard with an open palm. The sound echoed in the large bedroom. He got the message.

"There's your answer," she said firmly.

They quieted down when they heard footsteps approaching. As they turned to the doorway, they saw Ling standing there with her phone in hand after the phone call had ended.

"I'm glad you two have worked this out," Ling said in a tone that was rather conclusory. "Please come to the living room. I have already informed the bride's father that you will sing. He's spreading the message to everyone that this will be the finest wedding of all. Of course, we have some work to do first."

Rebecca and James looked at each other. They were stunned, almost shell-shocked. Ling took each of them by the hand and gently pulled them into the open spaced living room. They had a beautiful view of the gorgeous morning sunlight streaming in through the window. Ling positioned them so that they faced each other.

Suddenly, and with no warning whatsoever, Ling dropped to her knees in front of James and yanked down his shorts and underwear. This woman was a no-nonsense machine! Clearly she does whatever it takes to get the job done.

And now James's cock was right there. Exposed to her.

Rebecca had not seen her son naked in years. Why would she have? He is an adult. Now, here she was, confronted by his complete and utter nakedness. Why was he semi-erect!? Has he wanted his dick sucked by his mother all along? To her surprise and humiliation, Rebecca could not drag his eyes from her son's cock. She was utterly confused by her own reaction.

Her panic rose when she saw Ling taking James's penis in her hand.

"What are you doing?!" Rebecca asked flabbergasted.

Ling looked up but continued to rub James's penis.

"My instructions are to prepare you for the wedding, both physically and orally. In order to sing, you must follow the advice of my mother. I will get your son hard for you."

Rebecca watched as this fierce and dedicated young woman took her son's penis into her mouth without any hesitation whatsoever. James didn't say a word. In fact, James made no effort to resist any of it. Why would he? He was getting sucked off by an attractive young woman.

Rebecca was still frozen in shock. She was watching James getting sucked off right before her very eyes.

Frankly, the fact that anyone has the audacity to do this in front of her nearly sent her into an enraged state of mind. The situation was unacceptable. She was his mother! She couldn't allow her son to be violated like this.

Rebecca dropped to her knees. "He's my son! I'll do it."

She pressed the palm of her hand on Ling's shoulder and Ling backed off, letting the cock slide out from between her lips. A trail of saliva dangled from James's growing erection, connecting to Ling's lips.

Rebecca now found herself trapped in the most awkward position imaginable for a mother. Kneeling, with her son's hard dick inches from her face. She could still see Ling's saliva glistening on James's cock. It bothered her. Could she be jealous? How would her son feel if she took his penis into her mouth?

Glancing up, she was shocked to see a combination of embarrassment and lust in her son's eyes. Could it be that he desired his own mother? Deep down in a recess of her psyche, the thought of sucking him off was quite enticing. He was handsome, smart and funny. Knowing he treated women well, it was possible that he would be the perfect sexual partner.

Should she really take the ultimate plunge?

Rebecca coughed twice and Ling became impatient.

"Is something wrong?" Ling asked, annoyed that this was taking so long. "You must suck your son until he is hard enough to take down your throat. James appears to be a virile young man."

Rebecca wanted to scream, 'A mother isn't supposed to give her son a blowjob! Not for any reason!'

Instead, she looked on passively as Ling caressed her son's balls, as if measuring the amount of potential cum contained within each hefty sac. Ling approached this as purely a business transaction. Her composure was admirable.

Rebecca, on the other hand, felt her own heart racing away at the idea of sucking her son's cock. Would this make her a 'bad' mother?

"Is there another way?" Rebecca asked, meekly. "He's my son."

Ling raised an eyebrow. "You don't want his cum? Or you don't want his cock to open your vocal cords?"

"I don't want any of those things. It's... it's still a blowjob. That's very awkward for me."

"Tilt your head forward," Ling said in the most loving voice imaginable, holding out her soft hand and slender fingers.

It was such a soothing sound that Rebecca obliged and leaned forward. In a flash, Ling wrapped her fingers in Rebecca's long hair. She gave a pull.

Rebecca was brought even closer to her son's sex organ. She could smell his arousal and Ling's saliva!

"Open your mouth," Ling said softly. "The blowjob is necessary for healing to begin. It helps loosen your jaw, so that your throat can accommodate his entire penis. What do you call that in America? Deepthroating?"

Rebecca sighed. "Yes."

"Very good. Deepthroating. You are a lucky woman to have a son like this. Look. His cock is perfectly cylindrical with an impressive length. As a singer, you should be thankful he can accompany you in case illness strikes. I'm surprised you've never heard of this technique in America."

"I... I can't suck off my own son."

Rebecca's stomach clenched, and her hands formed two tight fists in her lap. This was a frightening situation. Even scarier, she was being pulled ever closer to her son's dick. Her eyes never left her son's impressive erection.

She was about to take it into her mouth!

"Do you enjoy giving blowjobs?" Ling asked, her face only inches from Rebecca's.

"Yes, I do."

"Say it."

Rebecca gulped. "I love giving blowjobs."

It was humiliating that James had to hear this illicit confession extracted from her. The entire situation was completely surreal. Being dominated into giving her son a blowjob was shockingly arousing. This young, professional Asian woman had a powerful countenance that was almost mesmerizing.

"Think of your son's penis," Ling said, brushing her cool lips against Rebecca's warm cheek. "He wants this. He's hard and ready. We are all counting on you to do this. Go on, suck it for me. Do it for the wedding."

Tightening her grip on Rebecca's hair, Ling firmly guided Rebecca's mouth to her son's hard cock. With open lips, Rebecca took her son into her mouth. When his cock rested on her tongue, she closed her lips around the shaft and started sucking on it gently.

"Good mother," Ling said proudly. "Now suck. I need to make a few calls. Keep going. I'll help you with this part but it looks like you are the expert. Most American women are, I've noticed."

Rebecca closed her eyes as she sucked her son's cock, listening while James breathed deeply. Her lips felt him throb. Under other circumstances, that sensation would have made her proud. But since it was her son's cock she was sucking, she wasn't sure how she should feel. Feeling embarrassed, she wondered if he would still respect her when this ordeal was finally over.

Ling rubbed the back of Rebecca's neck to monitor the progress, and used her free hand to nonchalantly make a phone call.

It was the most unusual sexual moment Rebecca had ever experienced. While sucking off her own son, she listened to Ling speak softly in Malay. Ling was unfazed.

After a moment, Ling placed her phone on the table nearby. "It looks like James is ready to stretch your throat. I'll help with this because we really have to hurry. They'll be here soon."

"Hmmphhh..." was the only reply Rebecca could manage with her son filling her mouth.

Who would 'be here soon?' Rebecca wondered as Ling pressed down on the back of her neck, making her son's cock go further into her mouth. As it touched the base of her tongue, she nearly gagged. Ling eased up, allowing Rebecca to take a breath.

"Slowly, slowly," Ling said, in a hushed tone. "This is the critical moment."

Ling pushed slowly so that Rebecca's throat would get used to the length of her son's cock without gagging. Without missing a beat, Ling picked her phone to make another call. Being a professional, she used one hand for the phone and kept the other wrapped around Rebecca's neck.

While Rebecca focused on the career-saving deepthroat, she was startled when she heard a knock on the door.

"Keep going," Ling said firmly. "I'll answer that."

When Ling got up to answer the door, Rebecca let her son's saliva-covered erection plop out of her mouth. What on earth was going on?!

Rebecca remained on her knees, dumbfounded, while two young Asian women entered with a make-up kit and garment bag. They were the stylists for the wedding party and were ready for action. Rebecca cringed in embarrassment.

Worse, Ling had propped the door open so anyone in the hallway could watch the show or even enter the room!

Ling led the two women into the living room and immediately noticed that the deepthroat action had paused.

"Why have you stopped?" Ling asked sharply, getting down on her knees next to Rebecca. "This must be done immediately."

"Will they be watching?" Rebecca asked as she moved closer to James's groin to take his cock into her mouth again, with a trail of saliva connecting her son's dick to her lips.

"Of course, we're all adults here. And we all have jobs to complete to make sure the wedding is a success. I need you to get on with it."

Rebecca felt like a sex doll as Ling guided her head, with both hands, back to her son's erect cock. She obediently returned to sucking. With Ling's hands pressed against her ears, Rebecca was carefully guided forward, past the point of resistance, until her son's penis was lodged securely in her throat.

This time, Rebecca gagged as she was being made to deepthroat. Her eyes watered as her head was repeatedly pulled back and shoved onto his cock.

After a few minutes, Rebecca felt the pushing and pulling halt. Ling seemed perplexed and irritated by the gagging.

"I need to loosen your vocal cords," Ling said. "That's the only way to open your throat."

Ling spoke to the two women in Malay and they immediately sprang into action.

Rebecca was too shocked to resist as her robe was brusquely removed. She was now clearly at the mercy of three efficient Asian women. These women worked in the fashion world, where undressing other women was an everyday occurrence.

Rebecca was completely exposed! Was James looking at her naked body? Surely, he wouldn't! Unable to summon the courage to check, she closed her eyes instead.

"We will make you cum," Ling said, in a matter-of-fact way. "When you vocalize your orgasm, I will insert James in your throat fully. Okay?"

Rebecca was wide-eyed at the thought of her body being violated by the three Asian women. But with her son's hard penis lodged at the top of her throat, any attempt at a response was futile.

She felt soft and delicate fingers touching her pussy. At first, she stiffened at the unexpected contact. Unable to determine who was doing what, she succumbed as her labia and clitoris were rubbed in an extremely sensual way. It was her first time being touched by a woman, let alone two, and it felt sensational!

Maybe she had been missing out on great sex because she passed up offers by various women in the past. Judging by the finesse of these two women, it would seem so. Their slender fingers moved in unison, gently spreading her labia to reveal her opening. Unsure of whether to be mortified or thankful, Rebecca knew her pussy was responding appropriately.

She felt two fingers, one from each woman, gently prodding at her moist pussy. When a small moan escaped Rebecca's mouth, the cock was pushed an extra inch down her throat, making her eyes widen at her first real deepthroat.

"See," whispered Ling, her hands still on Rebecca's head. "You are a natural. I'm not surprised at all. A few more minutes and we should be done."

With such experienced fingers exploring her pussy, Rebecca doubted it would even take that long. She actually wondered which was more pleasurable, the sensations in her pussy, or the taboo rush she got from blowing her own son and taking him down her throat.

With her son's pubic hair tickling her face, Rebecca felt Ling place a hand at the base of her son's shaft. This was actually happening. She heard James moan but still couldn't believe that she was actually about to swallow her son's load.

Sucking off and deep-throating her son was one thing, but to actually swallow his cum was over-the-top on the taboo scale. Accepting James's cum into her body would be something that would forever link them in the most intense sexual way possible. His DNA had sprung from her body and would now return, in a completely perverted and taboo way.

The fingers of the two diligent women slowly made their way deeper into Rebecca's pussy. Working together as one unit, they plumbed her depth, causing one after the other desperate moans. With each moan, Ling guided the cock ever deeper into her throat.

Rebecca suddenly heard footsteps just as she neared a powerful orgasm. She turned her head to see the bride's father enter the suite.

Taking charge, Ling spoke to the man in Malay, while the stylists kept up their sensual work. The conversation went back and forth, while Rebecca's cheeks turned beet red in embarrassment.

If anything, the tone of the conversation was quite business-like. The bride's father surely must have wondered if he'd get his money's worth, or whether he would have to hire a local singer at the last minute.

"He's pleased this is going well," Ling said stepping back into the scene of the action. "I told him your throat is open and that your son's cum would soon be ready."

Rebecca's cheeks turned even redder at the reminder that the bride's father and two stylists were keenly aware of the incestuous blowjob taking place. Would any of these people report this to the tabloids? There's no way in hell that anyone would ever believe such a thing had occurred.

Ling continued facilitating the deepthroat with her hands. "Once the semen remedy is down your throat, we'll prepare you for the day's events. I can feel your son throbbing. I'm sure you can, too."

The wedding planner spoke in Malay, prompting the two stylists to plow Rebecca's pussy with more enthusiasm. Rebecca now felt several fingers circling her stiff clitoris, in addition to those claiming her pussy.

The assault of so many sensations finally triggered the spark and Rebecca exploded. Rebecca screamed with her son's cock buried deep inside of her throat. She vaguely heard her son moan, while her own body convulsed in a powerful orgasm. Suddenly, her son's cock pulsed and swelled in her throat, causing her to choke.

"Hmmmphfff!!!!" Rebecca gurgled.

"That's it, that's it," Ling said. "James, be a good boy and cum for your mother. You want her to be healthy for the wedding, don't you?"

For the first time in her life, Rebecca squirted, making a mess and soaking the relentless fingers that were still working her pussy. Her orgasm was long and powerful. It was surprisingly thrilling to have everyone watch while she behaved so shamelessly.

While she was screaming onto her son's cock, Ling made her move. She pushed Rebecca and James towards each other at the same time to achieve maximum oral penetration. Rebecca had her son's cock all the way down her throat now. She imagined that the bulge at the top of her neck must have been visible to the spectators.

"Mom!" James hollered. "Sorry!"

Her son was apologizing for the mess he was about to make. Sure enough, James shot load after load of fresh cum down his mom's throat. Wide-eyed, Rebecca struggled to remain upright. She was still reeling from her intense orgasm. The proud recipient of her son's orgasmic fluids, she reveled in the sensation as it splashed down her throat.

"You have a good son," Ling said proudly, stroking Rebecca's long hair. "His healthy semen will be of great use to you. Now we must fix your hair and get you dressed."

Rebecca was immensely relieved as her son's cock dwindled and became flaccid. She pulled away from her son and was confronted with his cum and saliva coated penis.

"Give it a quick lick," Ling said. "Don't waste any of his precious medicine."

Rebecca looked up and saw her son blushing. Was it because he had just cum down his mother's throat, or because he wanted more licks and sucks? Rebecca decided it didn't really matter and followed Ling's instructions. Quickly, she cleaned off the rest of his cum, ingesting the remnants of their shared moment of passion.

As Rebecca stood up, still completely nude, the two stylists descended upon her like busy bees. Now, it was James that stared wide-eyed as he laid eyes on his mother's hardened brown nipples perched on her generously sized breasts.

"There's a small drop there," Ling said, pointing to the corner of Rebecca's mouth. "Allow me."

Rebecca remained motionless as Ling leaned forward and licked a dollop of cum from the side of her mouth. Had they become this close already? Was she really comfortable with Ling licking her face without permission? Clearly, Rebecca had a previously undiscovered submissive streak that responded positively to Ling's natural dominance.

"Don't try to talk," Ling said, massaging Rebecca's throat. "Allow the semen to work its magic in your throat and mouth. Your vocal cords are now loose enough to allow the natural healing."

Ling went over to talk with the bride's father, as the two stylists approached Rebecca with an exquisite pair of bra and panties.

"Sorry mom," James said, still blushing furiously. "I know that was a lot. I don't usually cum that much, but you really triggered a massive cum dump."

If Rebecca had been permitted to speak, she would have told her son that they needed to have a long conversation about how what had just happened was completely inappropriate. But she didn't want to disobey Ling. More importantly, she didn't want to disturb the healing properties of her son's cum as it worked its magic in her throat. She had already gone this far, why screw it up?

After the stylists had wiped the squirt from her legs, they put on a new pair of panties for her that hugged her hips perfectly, and a bra that enclosed her voluptuous breasts snugly. Just before her breasts and nipples were tucked away, room service arrived with breakfast and a cup of hot tea. The room service attendant made sure he got a good look at Rebecca in her naked glory, before slowly made his way out the door.

The bride appeared just as the attendant left. She was eager for an update. Like her father and the two stylists, she too seemed unbothered by Rebecca's state of undress.

"Will she be able to perform today?" the bride asked Ling, with great concern.

"Yes, yes," Ling answer. "Her son's healing semen is inside her mouth and throat. She should be ready soon."

All eyes turned to Rebecca once again, who had now become used to the humiliation of having given an incestuous blowjob.

Rebecca turned to her son and gulped.

She coughed into the back of her hand and instead of seeing mucus, she saw a few tiny globs of her son's fresh white cum. Already, she felt her throat improving. If this worked, James might need to travel with her more often, for big jobs, just in case of an emergency. She didn't think he'd object.

The End

489 Doctor's Exam with Mom

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Catherine's morning took an interesting turn when she checked her phone during her coffee break between patients. As usual, Ryan only texted her whenever he needed a favor.

Mom! Need help. Can I swing by the clinic? Swim team starts tomorrow. I want to join now. Coach said ok, but need medical form completed. Thx!!!

Reading the text immediately made Catherine cringe. Did Ryan expect her to rubber-stamp his form? Ethics are vitally important in the medical profession and over the course of her career as a physician, she had never bent rules.

And what was his deal wanting to join the swim team at the last minute? He was attending a religious university, following their Irish roots, and academics was supposed to be his top priority.

Sipping her coffee, Catherine texted a reply to her son.

I'll squeeze you in at 11:45. We can have lunch after. Fair warning, you're getting a FULL EXAM just like any other patient. x love, mom : )

Catherine giggled. If only she could have seen the look on her son's face, knowing he'd be treated like everyone else. Frankly, she wouldn't have been surprised if he canceled.

After all, what kind of son would want a physical examination from his own mother? She thought to herself, amused.

It was approximately 11:39 and Catherine finished seeing her last morning patient. Sure enough, when she went to the waiting room, still wearing her white coat, there he sat, like a perfect angel. In his hands were a packet of forms.

"You're actually here," she said, holding open the door to the clinical area. "I'm kind of impressed."

"Of course I'm here," he replied, confused by the assertion. "I need these forms filled out."

"Then right this way, Mr. McMilton."

Into the maze of hallways they went, towards Catherine's exam room. She noticed that her son looked way too relaxed for something like this. Ryan hated doctor appointments. Obviously, he expected to get his medical forms signed without a thorough exam.

Sure enough, Ryan reached into his folder and produced a stack of papers held together with a metal clip.

"You'll need to check the boxes, fill in some notes, then sign it."

Catherine took the stack of medical forms and inspected them. "Why the sudden change of heart? I thought you decided not to join the team."

"It's a long story."

"Well, we're alone here," she said, her eyes still scanning the pages.

"Okay, here it goes. Mom, I'm in love."

Her eyes darted upward in surprise. "You're what?"

"I'm in love with a girl from campus."

"Wait, I didn't know you were dating someone."

"Well, we're not officially dating yet, but we have a 'thing' going on," he replied.

"A thing? What does that mean? Does she know you're in love with her? Does she love you back?"

"It's a long story," he tried to explain. "She majors in sports science and is super busy. She works a lot with the sports teams."

"And this is your way of spending more time with her?"

"When you say it like that, it sounds bad. But yeah, we'll have more time together."

Catherine sighed. "Ryan, the swim team is a huge commitment. What about your school work?"

"Don't worry, mom. My grades are great and I love swimming. I workout all the time anyway, so I might as well do something that will look good on my grad school applications."

"But still, joining for a woman you barely know? Are you turning into a stalker or something?"

"We know each other... um... really well..." he tried to explain delicately, while squinting and nodding his head. "This whole thing isn't as crazy as it sounds. She wants to spend more time with me, too. We agreed that if I join the swim team, we'll see each other more often."

"This seems crazy. Your campus is filled with hotties. What's so special about her?"

"She's smart and beautiful, like you, mom," Ryan said, playing to Catherine's love of flattery. "And we have a real connection."

The tone in Ryan's voice was completely sincere, and Catherine could definitely relate. As a proud Irish family, they had big hearts that were filled with love. Maybe this was the real deal. Catherine certainly knew the feeling, since she met her husband in a religious college, too.

Why deny her son the same chance at love?

"Are you positive about this girl?" she asked.

"Yes, it's an intense connection."

She nodded in acceptance. "The swim team is pretty intense, too. It will require a great deal of dedication."

"I know that. You watched me compete on the high school swim team. I was one of the strongest members. Don't worry, I won't let you and dad down."

"Fine, I'll sign the note" she sighed. "But first, strip down to your underwear and hop on the exam table."

"Huh!?!"

As expected, Ryan was utterly shocked. But Catherine had switched from a concerned mom to professional medical practitioner in the blink of an eye. She put the forms down and prepared to work.

"Is there a problem?"

"All I need is the note," he reminded.

"Yes. And?"

"Why do I have to strip?"

Catherine rubbed foam sanitizer into her hands. "Why do you think? Do you want me to do these forms, or not?"

"Are you serious?"

Her patience was running thin. She raised an eyebrow, making clear her expectation.

"Do you want the note signed, or not?" she asked yet again.

"Yeah, that's why I'm here, but..."

"If I do these forms, you need a full exam. Period. It would be negligent of me to sign them without checking you over."

"Okay, this is going to be awkward," he muttered.

"It'll be even more awkward if you can't join the swim team because you don't have a doctor's note. Now strip."

Catherine started to fill in her son's past medical history on the forms, while listening to him undress. Ryan had been a swimmer for years, so seeing him nearly nude was nothing unusual.

When she heard him settle on the paper covered exam table, Catherine turned. The scowl on Ryan's face made it clear that he was miffed.

"Don't be such a grouch," she said, walking over to the table. "It'll be over soon, then I'll buy you a burger. You look like you could use one."

She playfully tickled her son's abdominal muscles, which were incredibly toned from exercise.

"I'm on a strict diet," he said, stifling his laughter.

The tickling and promise of food seemed to have turned Ryan's mood around and he appeared more relaxed. Sure, she had given her son plenty of health checks at home over the years, but this was the first complete physical she had ever performed on him in an exam room.

Catherine treated him like a normal patient and started at the top. She checked his ears, eyes and mouth with the wall mounted otoscope/ophthalmoscope unit. Then she moved down and felt for enlarged lymph nodes below his chin and under his arms.

After putting on her stethoscope, she listened to his lungs and heart; there was nothing abnormal. Then she pulled out the table extension.

"Go ahead and lay back," she instructed.

Hesitating for a moment, her son shrugged and laid down, with his hands resting peacefully over his abdomen. He seemed unusually quiet and uncomfortable while lying flat on the table. At home, her son had no issue walking around in a speedo after swimming in their backyard pool. Maybe he was squeamish now about being touched by his mother.

"Almost done, okay?" she said, rubbing her son's skin. "Put your hands down so I can check your liver and spleen."

Her son complied and she pressed into his abdomen. She was satisfied with everything so far as her fingers dug into his flesh. Before moving on, she noticed a growing bulge in his underwear. Surely he wasn't getting aroused during a medical exam from his own mother!

It was normal for men to get erections while being examined; as an attractive woman, Catherine was used to accidentally making men hard (and she was convinced many men did that on purpose). She was just surprised about getting this reaction from her son.

"Is that for your girlfriend?" Catherine teased.

Ryan's body tensed. "Very funny."

He crossed his legs in a failed attempt to hide the evidence. Coincidentally, only one organ remained unchecked and she knew it would make her son even more embarrassed. She had no problem discussing sexual topics with patients and did so every day. But this was her son, so she braced herself.

"Are you sexually active?" she finally asked, conforming to protocol.

"Is this necessary for a sports physical?"

"Yes. I need to know that you're disease free, since you'll be sharing facilities with other athletes."

He sucked in a breath. "Kind of."

"I'm assuming that means oral-only."

He blushed and nodded. "Yes."

"Do you use protection?"

"No, but she's clean."

"I'm assuming it's only with this girl that you really like," she immediately inquired.

Catherine mentally chided herself for asking such an unnecessary question. Obviously, she was abusing her professional status to find out about her son's personal life.

"Kind of, basically, yes," he said shyly.

Once again, Catherine regretted asking the question, because she immediately pictured a sweet young college student sucking her son's dick. Feeling disgusted, she rallied to finish the exam. Yes, she was his mother, but they both needed to shake off the unusual circumstance and forge ahead.

She patted his chest lightly. "We're almost done. Now stand up and pull down your underwear. It'll be over before you know it."

"Are you serious?" he asked, wide-eyed. "You're really doing... that?"

"Yes, we're doing that.. It's a testicular exam, so we're clear."

"But... but... you're..."

"No more excuses," she said firmly. "I do this every day. It's part of my job, even if you have an erection."

A smile almost appeared as she spoke, but by pursing her lips, she maintained a professional amount of control. They both knew this was mildly amusing to her.

Ryan fumed and sat upright before rising to his feet. He was highly annoyed with this turn of events. Catherine understood the humiliation he felt, but it really was for the best.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked in an almost threatening way, his fingers hooked in the waistband of his underwear. "Last chance. I'm going to yank this down and you'll see everything. I don't care anymore."

Catherine laughed. "Oh please! Who changed your diapers when you were crapping your pants? Am I supposed to be traumatized from giving my own son a scrotal exam?"

"That's a real possibility. It could be disturbing for you."

"Nice try at reverse-psychology. Now drop your undies. I've seen hundreds of erections over my career. You're no different."

"Whatever you say, mom," he sighed, with bright red cheeks.

True to his word, Ryan yanked down his underwear and out flopped a very hard cock. Catherine's eyes were transfixed. Sure, she had seen plenty of erections in her lifetime, but this was her son's erection!

Momentarily stunned, Catherine felt inner turmoil unlike any she had previously faced as a mother. It felt unnatural to be looking at her son's healthy-sized penis, completely hard and pointed forward.

At the same time, and as wrong as it seemed, there was something arousing about this particular erection. In a way, she was a bit flattered. She wondered what caused this reaction in her son. Did he have a common medical examination fetish? Or was Ryan actually aroused by her?

Catherine pushed away those dirty thoughts, being a decent mother and medical professional. Both of those roles gave her a great deal of pride.

There was only one other logical explanation; Ryan was aroused from talking about getting oral sex from that college girl. Yes, that's it, Catherine told herself over and over again. This is for the girlfriend, not me.

"My goodness," she gasped. "You must really like this girl. I pray it's mutual."

He blushed and smiled, "Trust me, it is."

"I bet."

"I'm super embarrassed," he said, grimacing. "Can you please hurry? Are you just going to look at my sack, or touch it, too?"

Catherine gulped, still staring at his cock. "I'm going to have to touch it. Since this is a sensitive situation, I'll probably bend my rules a little and keep this brief-- no pun intended."

"Of course," he nervously smiled.

"Let me grab my stool. I'll make this quick."

Catherine pulled the rolling stool, sat down and maneuvered until she was directly in front of her son's erect penis. At this height, it was at the level of her nose. Trying her best, she ignored the extreme awkwardness and began the last portion of this exam.

The moment she touched her son's scrotum, Catherine immediately realized she was so shaken by the turn of events that she forgot to put on gloves!

"Darn it!" she exclaimed, hands still on her son's private parts.

"What's wrong?! Do you feel something abnormal?!"

"No, no, it's not you. I forgot to wear gloves."

While complaining about the lack of gloves, her fingers remained on her son's balls. As gently as possible, she held his right testicle between her fingers and rolled it around, feeling for masses. When his cock danced a bit, right in front of her nose, she nearly licked her lips.

After taking a deep breath, she looked at his face and saw the strain in his jawline. As his mom, she knew it was a sign of tension.

"It's okay," he said, evenly.

"I might as well finish since my hands are already contaminated."

He smiled, "I'm perfectly clean, don't worry."

She nodded and smiled. "Looks and smells like it."

"Smell?" he asked.

Catherine's fingertips let go of his right testicle and went for the left. Though typically a quick exam, her discomfort led to indecisive lingering. She didn't want to rush through just because it had become embarrassing for them. What if she missed a testicular issue?

She allowed herself to stare, once again, at his penis. "Yes, you smell nice. You'd be surprised how many men have poor hygiene. It looks clean, too. Your girlfriend is a lucky girl."

Risking another look at her son's face, she saw him become even more self-conscious. His body followed suit and every muscle seemed to tense, while his lips pressed together in a hard line.

Catherine sympathized with his situation. Holding onto her son's testicle was embarrassing for her, too! For better or worse, she knew this was something neither of them would ever forget.

"We're not exactly dating yet," Ryan explained. "It's really complicated, but we really are very close."

"You're in love, but you're not dating," Catherine said slowly. "Yet, she gives you oral sex. This generation is hard to understand."

"It's a Catholic university, what do you expect?" he joked, nervously.

"That's a fair point. Remember, your father and I also met at a Catholic university. The rules on dating are strict and clearly outlined. They can make things tricky for lovebirds."

Letting go of his testicle, she knew it was time to manually confront the elephant in the room. Using her thumb and first two fingers on her right hand, she grasped the stiff shaft and lifted it, to get a better look at the skin between his penis and scrotum. Her son's skin was so soft, yet his erection was so hard. It really was a marvel.

While holding her son's shaft, his cock twitched, nearly jerking out of her hand. It was normal for an erect penis to react this way when touched by a female physician. But Catherine couldn't help but wonder once again, was she making Ryan more aroused than usual because she was his mother?

"What's her name?" Catherine asked, finishing up the final part of the inspection.

"Emma."

She remained focused on his rock hard penis. "Pretty name. You sound like you're crazy about her. I hope I get to meet her someday."

"You will. She's amazing."

As Catherine's eyes analyzed her son's erect penis, her fingers remained on the soft skin of his private area. She could hear the desire in her son's voice. Knowing his voice so well, it was obvious to her that he was madly in love.

More lewd images swirled in her mind. She pictured 'Emma' stroking and licking her beloved son's dick. So many questions remained unanswered. What else were they doing? Where would this lead? Would his heart be broken?

These questions plague many mothers when their sons fall in love.

Wrapping her fingers around his shaft, she looked up. "Are you two having intercourse? Or is it really just oral?"

Being a strong Catholic family, she and her husband raised their son to remain a virgin until marriage. His college promoted the same values. But these days, you never really know.

"Just oral," he blushed. "I swear."

"Is she any good?"

Catherine was shocked when she felt her son's cock twitch. Though difficult to believe, it actually surged to an even bigger size.

"What difference does that make?" Ryan asked, puzzled.

"If she can satisfy your desires with oral sex, maybe you won't jump into intercourse. Does that make sense?"

He gave a shy shrug. "She's amazing. Don't tell her that when you meet her."

Catherine's maternal instinct flared again at the thought of a religious college girl sucking her son's erect penis. Did Emma make him moan and have mind-blowing orgasms? She tried shaking off the thought and wondered about meeting this girl. Would she stare at Emma's lips the whole time?

"Almost done, big boy," she said.

Holding his dick over to the side with her left hand, she probed her right middle finger deep into the left side of her son's scrotum, found the inguinal canal and checked for hernias by having him cough. She then repeated the exam on the other side.

Catherine added, "You're lucky to have a girl who can take care of you to the fullest extent."

"I am. But... nevermind..."

Alarm bells went off in Catherine's mind. With her fingers still on her son's cock, she looked up at him and saw his thoughtful expression. There was something else he wanted to say, but refrained.

"Go on, tell me," she said. "Think of me as your doctor, because today I am your doctor."

"It's crude so I don't want to say it."

She playfully squeezed one of his balls. "Tell me. I now hold all the cards in my hands, literally, and I can make things quite painful."

They both knew the threat was a joke, as Catherine used her hand to fully cup her son's balls, almost tickling it with the tips of her fingers.

"It's just..." he started. "Well, she's amazing at it. But it's not 100% perfect."

"What's the problem?"

"Swear you won't tell her?"

"Do you think I'm going to ask Emma about her blowjobs?" she questioned incredulous.

"She doesn't like to swallow. I mean, it's not only that. She actually winces, like she hates it."

"The act of sucking. Or your cum?"

"My cum," he blushed. "She loves doing the rest. It's the orgasm part that really freaks her out. And it totally kills the mood when she makes a face as I finish. I don't know, it seems gross to her."

As a woman, Catherine understood what this was all about. She had only been with one man during her life, but even she knew that men vary in taste. It's an ego thing for a lot of men, as well as a lot of women. No one wants their partner to be grossed out by the taste of their sexual fluids.

As a mother, Catherine wanted her son to be happy. She hoped he would find the right woman and get married soon after college, instead of sleeping around with several partners. That was her cultural and religious expectation.

Surely there was something she could do.

For the first time in her medical career, she broke protocol and softly rested the palm of her hand on top of her son's erect shaft. The cock bent down a little and she held the shaft lovingly.

"Here's the situation," she said, "I'm ready to sign off on your forms. But I think you could benefit from a more involved test."

"How involved?"

She rubbed his penis in a subtle manner. "Well, I'm concerned about the taste of your semen. Not all women love the taste of cum, mind you. But the fact that she winces could indicate a health issue."

"Jeez. Nothing serious, I hope."

She shook her head. "It's usually diet related. Worst case scenario, it could be issues with the glands that produce your seminal fluid."

"God. Really?"

"Like I said, it's probably diet related. You eat far too much red meat, and you don't get enough fruit."

"I've read that diet can affect the taste, but I didn't think it was true. Wait, why are we even talking about this? It's weird."

"Do you want my help or not?" she asked, with a hand still resting on her son's dick.

She recognized conflict on Ryan's face. Her son was always health-conscious, almost to the point of being obsessive. At the same time, she knew he was distressed about the taste of his semen. After all, what guy doesn't want his cum to be swallowed?

He took a deep breath. "Ok, let's do this. So are you going to make me cum in a test tube or something?"

"Ryan!" she howled, slapping his cock hard enough that it hurt.

"Ouch! Sorry mom. I don't understand what you want."

Catherine stood up, walked to the counter, and grabbed a small plastic jar from the drawer. Then she returned to her son.

"We're in a clinic," she said in a motherly tone. "I'm sure you know what to do with this."

Ryan awkwardly took the container and studied it. It dawned on him that he was expected to deposit his semen sample inside.

"What are you going to do with this?" he asked. "Take it to the lab?"

"I'll give it the old fashioned smell test. That should explain everything."

He gulped. "Can you leave the room, at least?"

"Sure, let me know when you're done."

Catherine made her way to the door. Upon opening it slightly, she heard chatter from her female support staff walking around before lunch. The last thing she wanted was to open the door and have one of them spot her naked son. That would be difficult to explain and would tarnish her otherwise spotless reputation.

"On second thought," she said, closing the door. "You finish up here while I fill out the forms. Ignore me, okay? I promise I won't look."

Catherine purposefully ignored her naked son, but heard him groan in disapproval as she sat down to fill out of the forms at the desk.

While completing the work, she heard her son stroking his cock as he faced the wall. Oddly, the lewd sounds touched something deep inside Catherine. Much to her dismay, she felt a familiar tingle in her pussy. It couldn't possibly be that she was turned on by her son masturbating! Rather, it was probably the expected response to that particular sound. At least she hoped...

Feeling somewhat settled by her logic, she tried ignoring the sloppy sounds as she filled out most of the paperwork. However, the room was small and the noise of her son's masturbation seemed to echo. Grimacing, she noted her pussy had become even more drenched.

She couldn't help but look up to see her son's naked backside and right arm jerking. She checked her watch and noted that she had more patients to see after lunch.

"Nervous?" she asked. "You seem to be taking a long time."

"Well, excuse me, I've never done anything like this before."

He repeatedly stroked, while breathing deeply.

Poor guy. She felt so sorry for him. Unfortunately, she also knew her panties were saturated with her own arousal. Maybe she could solve all of these problems in one-go? Licking her lips, she realized this was totally inappropriate, both as a mother and as a physician. But as a woman with sexual desires, she decided to make an exception for her hard working son who needed help.

As if on auto-pilot, Catherine got up and approached her naked son. She pulled the chair over again and sat down.

"Turn around," she said. "Face me."

He only turned his head. "That's a bad idea. For obvious reasons."

"You're rock hard?"

He nodded. "I am. I'm almost there."

"Don't forget, I've already touched your penis and scrotum. I'll give you a hand with this. Or a mouth, if you prefer."

His eyes widened. "Really?"

"It's... part of the test," she said, voice shaking from the intensity of her own dirty desire.

"Uhhh, whatever you say. You're the medical professional."

Centering herself, Catherine tried to approach his dick with the eyes of a physician. Her son turned and faced her, putting the erect penis inches away from her face. Suddenly, that hard cock seemed ready to burst. She leaned forward, ever closer to the head, where pre-cum formed at the tip. Sticking out her tongue ever so slightly, she decided to take things slowly. Slipping the tip of her tongue under the head of his cock, she proceeded to engulf the head in her mouth.

Her mind was filled with conflict with her lips around her son's penis. She clearly knew this was wrong, but seemed unable to halt the momentum. Searching desperately, she tried to think of a way to justify this highly taboo act. Perhaps it was best to shift back in to clinician mode. Yes, this was really just a way to better examine her son's cock.

She rubbed her tongue along his frenulum, which was beneath the head on the underside. Yes, it felt healthy. Pulling back for a moment, she twisted her head several times around the corona, her lips feeling for abnormalities. That too, felt normal. She slid her lips along the glans and was relieved to find that is was within normal limits, as well.

Satisfied, she moved her head forward to examine the shaft. Back and forth she went, taking in more and more with each pass. The entire penis seemed to be very healthy.

"Feel good?" she asked, already knowing the answer, then putting the cock back into her mouth.

"Amazing," he hummed.

Ryan whimpered and her attention shifted back to his face in an attempt to determine his state. She released her son's penis from her mouth to address him.

"What's the matter?" she asked, stroking her son's wet erection. "Is it uncomfortable that your mother is doing this to you? Focus on the fact that it's for a medical issue. The pleasure you're feeling is merely a byproduct."

"It's super awkward," he gushed, enjoying the sexual sensation. "But it's not only that."

"Then?"

"I... I feel like I'm cheating on Emma. We're almost an official couple. I can see myself marrying her someday."

Catherine giggled. "I love that you're such a gentleman. But it's certainly not cheating because I'm your mother, and your doctor. I'm almost morally obligated to do this for you."

"That's a good point," he moaned. "Can you please keep going then? I'm kind of close."

"Whatever you say, boss."

She went back to sucking him off and took him even deeper than before. She swirled her tongue around the tip and even prodded his urethral opening.

"Do you want me to stop?" she asked after plopping it out of her mouth, while stroking the saliva covered shaft. "This is purely elective. Your call."

"I... umm... keep going, mom. I know she'd appreciate it if I tasted better."

She grinned and stroked harder. "Emma will be demanding your cum for breakfast."

Could her son tell that she was deeply aroused from doing this? As Catherine kept sucking, she wondered if Ryan sensed her intense and deep desire over this deviant interaction.

Nonetheless, time was of the essence. Her staff was certainly eager for their lunch break and she needed to finish this up.

Feeling pressure to quickly induce an orgasm from her son, she decided to make every effort to impress. With her white coat open, she pulled up her shirt to expose her black lace push up bra. Carefully, she removed both of her breasts and held them in her hands, while she looked her son in the eye.

"Maybe this will help," she said, cupping the undersides of her boobs, fueling her own crazy arousal.

"God, they're amazing. They're even nicer than Emma's."

She smiled and pinched her pink nipples. "Thank you. That's a very sweet compliment."

Ryan's eyes turned into saucers and Catherine knew this was almost done. She convinced herself that she was pinching and pulling her generously sized pink nipples in order to help her son. Was it really the truth? Maybe she wasn't ready to acknowledge the extent of her own pleasure in this act.

Returning to fellatio, she kept one hand on her breast and used the other to hold her son's dick. She caressed the hard cock lovingly with everything at her disposal: hand, lips, tongue and even her teeth with some light nibbling.

"Jesus, I'm going to cum," he gasped for air.

Catherine gently bit the tip of his head. "Watch your language. You know how I feel when you use that name. Now, hold still. I'm going to extract all of your cum into my mouth."

As expected, Ryan quickly reached his climax as she stroked him furiously. Her lips remained tightly clamped around his cock head. A tremendous eruption of cum splashed the back of her throat and filled her mouth, pooling on top of her tongue. When she heard her son stifle a moan, an involuntary groan escaped her.

Once every drop of cum had pooled on her tongue, Catherine closed her lips tightly. She didn't swallow, nor gag.

Like a true professional, she savored the taste and recalled all of the things she read about semen quality over the years. It helped to some extent.

As a wine connoisseur, she had traveled to Napa, California several times with friends for exclusive wine tastings. That's where she had truly honed her sensory skills.

Only now, she had her son's fresh cum in her mouth. She approached her son's warm cum with the same tenacity and seriousness as she would with a $200 dollar bottle of wine.

Catherine tilted her head back and opened her mouth to gurgle. She didn't care that her son lewdly stared at her. All that mattered were results and her professional recommendations.

"Oh shit," Ryan softly muttered to himself, watching this unholy medical examination.

Ignoring her son, she extracted data out of this cum taste test. Now, she needed to dispose of it, feeling uncomfortable with so much cum in her mouth for such a long period.

The most appropriate thing to do was to spit the cum in the sink and rinse her mouth. But she remembered how hurtful this was to her son. As a loving mother, her son meant everything to her. She had always done her best to boost his morale. This was no exception.

Looking Ryan directly in the eyes, Catherine gave one loud gulp, and just like that, most of the cum went down her throat. She gulped again to swallow the rest. Then she licked her lips for good measure.

"Exactly as I suspected," Catherine said, pulling down her bra and tucking her big pink nipples in place. "Your diet is too rich, from red meat. It can create a slightly bitter taste."

His was utterly bewildered. "Oh... is there... anything I can do?"

Catherine stood up and pulled down her shirt. "You're lucky because I remembered something important. Eat bananas. Lots of them. I've heard they make cum taste better. And I've read pineapples do the same."

"Oh, thanks," he blushed.

"I'll sign what you need," she said, switching back to doctor-mode. "If the coach has any further questions, my phone number is on the form. The same goes for your girlfriend. I'm available any time."

Catherine went to the desk while straightening out her clothing, picked up a pen and signed the forms. After giving her son a clean bill of health, Ryan thanked her profusely.

She handed him the packet. "Tomorrow I'll take you grocery shopping for fresh fruit, my treat. I'll make your cum delicious by the end of the week."

"We'll need another taste test to be sure," he smiled.

"As long as it's reasonable. A physician's duty never ends. But to be perfectly honest, I love the fact that I can give a better blowjob than Emma."

Without washing her hands or mouth, Catherine playfully patted her son on the butt as they left the examination room. She greeted her staff as they all prepared to leave for lunch, completely unaware of what had orally transpired between a mother and son.

490 Doctor's Orders, Mom Helps

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Laura was in a state of panic. Absolute horror. To make matters worse, this had all been her fault. She was the one who had rented a tiny two-bedroom vacation home in a small European town, during her son's winter break from college, knowing that the weather would be icy.

She had good reason though. This had been her ancestor's homeland for many generations. She had heard about this place from her grandparents and seen pictures of it in family photo albums. Who could blame her for wanting to explore her distant roots?

Unfortunately, her son Ben had fallen through a sheet of ice, plunging his body into freezing water. He was shivering and shaking when he made it out, showing all sorts of critical signs, but later insisted that he'd be okay.

Now, as Ben rested comfortably in his room, Laura spoke with a local doctor, a short elderly woman, who was nice enough to make the trip to their place. The conversation was rushed, however, since the doctor was in a hurry to leave because of an incoming snow storm.

"He is very, very lucky," the doctor said with a heavy accent. "It was good he made it out of the water immediately and no serious harm was done."

The doctor had an ultra friendly demeanor and seemed jovial about things. Even in her old age, her passion for helping people in times of distress had not faded.

"Thank you so much," Laura exhaled. "I was afraid we couldn't get a doctor here with the weather outside. You're an angel."

Once again, the doctor beamed, which highlighted every wrinkle on her face as her eyes lit up.

"It is my job."

Laura reached for her purse and dug through it. "Thanks again. You deserve an extra tip, on top of whatever I already owe you."

"No, no," the doctor said, shaking her head, waving away the money. "Not yet. Not yet."

"Why?"

"I don't take money until patient is fully healed. I am honorable doctor."

Laura was slightly confused by this. "Are you saying that Ben is not fully recovered yet?"

"We still need more check-up," the doctor explained with a heavy accent. "People suffering from hypothermia often do not realize it, so he needs to be monitored for next few days. We need to make sure his sensitive organs have no damage."

Laura nodded. "Okay, that makes perfect sense. You can stop by anytime."

"I am quite busy - personal reasons."

Laura resisted the urge to panic and tried to be calm about this. "What should I do then? Take him to the nearest hospital when the snow storm ends?"

"No, no. Not necessary. It is simple process and you can handle yourself. Okay?"

The doctor went over to her supply bag and put a notepad on the table. For the next few moments, she quickly jotted down some notes and instructions, then handed the paper to Laura, who quickly read it.

"Do you understand?" the doctor asked while Laura scanned the note.

Laura's eyes were glued to the paper. "Is all of this really necessary?"

"Lasting effects of hypothermia may not be fully known. It is important to keep monitoring him."

The doctor flashed another big smile and then gathered her things. She seemed hurried to leave, completely oblivious that the American values which Laura held were far more modest than those in this insular town.

Laura tried holding up the paper, pointing to specific instructions. "How about this part? Are you sure?"

"Yes, yes. Very sure."

There was no sense of shame whatsoever on the doctor's part. She clearly didn't understand why this would be a problem for a woman like Laura. Once the doctor had gathered all of her things, she made her way to the door and left, giving a final bright smile and wishing Ben a speedy recovery.

"I will be back in two days to check," the doctor said happily. "Please follow instructions. They are easy. When you do first exam today, call me and let me know! I'm eager to hear how Ben is doing. I suspect he will be fine, but we mustn't take any chances."

When the doctor left, Laura closed the door and sighed. This was going to be a long day.

A few moments later she entered Ben's bedroom. He was resting comfortably, dressed in fresh clothes, tucked under the blanket with a remote control in hand to switch channels on the old television set he was watching. It was like nothing had happened.

"Feeling better?" she asked.

Ben nodded, taking his eyes away from the television. "I'm fine. A little cold still, but I'm okay."

She pulled up a chair and sat next to his bed. Her motherly instincts kicked in and she fussed over her son - touching his forehead and checking up on his general condition to the best of her ability.

So far, Ben looked good overall, but looking in his eyes, Laura could tell that he was still slightly disoriented, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. It seemed like nothing to worry about, since he was recovering, but Laura was a worrier.

Laura examined him even closer. "You look a lot better than before, but I'm still concerned."

"Don't be," he reassured. "I'm fine, seriously."

"There's still a small risk of some lingering effects of hypothermia, or worse, some of your vulnerable organs could be damaged."

His eyebrow rose. "It's that serious? All I did was fall into ice water."

"Yes, but you were in there for too long and it took you a while to get out. Plus, we're in a remote area and getting medical help during the snow storm is a big problem. This is my fault."

There was genuine remorse in Laura's voice, a slight trembling. She had always been overprotective of her son, who was the center of her universe.

He reached out and held her hand. "Don't blame yourself, Mom. I was the one goofing around on the ice."

"But I was the one who wanted to come to such an isolated area, in a country we've never been to. I should have planned this better."

"It's not a big deal. Like I said, I feel fine. Plus we've had plenty of cool experiences here, right?

Ben always knew how to cheer her up, and Laura felt better. He was right, too; the trip wasn't all bad. At least they got to bond, have a nice vacation, and visit places new to them but familiar to their ancestors.

"You'll understand my protectiveness when you become a parent someday," she managed to smile. "Until then, I'll start preparing lunch, hot soup, of course. Then later, we'll begin the checkups."

"Really? Come on. If there's anything wrong with me, I'll let you know."

"I can't take your word for it. According to the doctor, people who suffer from hypothermia don't even realize it. So, since the doctor won't be available, I'll have to act in her place for the next few days."

Ben gave a playfully frustrated look. "Fine, I guess so. Just make it quick."

"Why? Afraid of your mother touching your body?"

His eyes slightly widened. "You'll be touching my body?"

"I forgot to mention that part," she smiled uncomfortably. "Yes, I'll be touching you. Big deal, you came from my body, remember?"

"The next couple of days are going to be weird."

Laura stood. "You have no idea."

After making sure he was resting comfortably, she went to prepare lunch.

As an office manager, Laura was proficient in following specific directions. Her career success was based on the fact that she always followed instructions, was smart about her approach, and was persistent in getting tasks done.

Now, as she read the doctor's note again, she may have finally met her match. She read the note countless times during the afternoon, wondering if she could actually do some of this stuff. But this was her son, and she was the only person who could do this at the moment. Ben's well-being was of the utmost importance. Especially since she still felt guilty for even bringing him to the remote location.

A few hours after lunch, she told him to lay on his bed. He was dressed casually in loose fitting clothes. The room was warm from the heat of the fireplace in the living room.

She looked at him, knowing that this would be awkward. But she sucked it up, and, taking a deep breath, she sat on the bed next to where her son was laying.

"Okay, dude," she said jokingly to lighten the mood. "Are you ready to be examined?"

"Yes, mom," he joked back.

She wagged her finger. "That's Dr. Mom to you."

"Okay Doc, what's on the schedule today?"

"Your health. First, I'll need to check your pulse. Relax. Don't move. And don't say anything."

Laura made first contact by reaching over to touch his throat. Checking his pulse was easy; this was something she'd learned in her youth. She was raised near a lake and all of her family and friends were trained in CPR and basic emergency procedures, just in case.

So far, things looked good. His skin was warm and his pulse was beating normally - much healthier than after the incident.

"Did I pass?" he joked when his mother moved her hand away.

"Easiest test of your life, right?"

He nodded, "Right."

"Now onto the weirder parts. I'll need to check your stomach."

"I'm full from lunch. Thanks for asking."

She flashed a playfully stern look. "Don't be a smart ass, or else I'll be forced to probe your bottom."

"It was only a joke."

Ben pulled his sweater up to reveal his bare stomach and Laura pressed her palm flat onto the bare skin, exactly as the doctor had instructed. As she had explained to Ben, this was to make sure that his body temperature was equally warm - that it wasn't dropping in the areas that were most affected during the accident.

It was also to ensure that his skin wasn't sensitive and his muscles weren't aching. She rubbed and pressed her palm on different places of his stomach, then held it, to make sure she gave a thorough examination.

What a strange feeling for Laura to touch him like this. Ben didn't seem to mind though. They both remained professional about it. Ben kept his eyes up at the ceiling, trying to keep his mind off of the awkwardness, and Laura was focused on her job as being Dr. Mom.

"Nice and warm," she said, pleased. "Next I'll have to check your legs and feet. Just lay still. I'll do all the work."

"Can I have a massage too?"

Laura playfully slapped his bare stomach, causing a loud smacking sound to echo around the room. Ben yelped from the sharp feeling.

"There's your massage," she smiled. "Enjoy it?"

He tried to relish the feeling. "I'll take what I can get."

At least the mood was light, Laura thought. She went to work on Ben's lower extremities, pressing her hands on his feet and calves. Everything appeared to be okay, but, in her opinion, his feet were a little cold. She couldn't be entirely sure because she had no formal medical training and she had certainly never done this before. Plus, it was hard to get an accurate measure since she had made the fireplace hotter to heat the place.

She didn't want to take any chances though, not with her son. She had to do the thing she dreaded, she realized. There was little choice but to carry out the doctor's orders for this part.

"I'm still concerned," she said, moving her hands away. "Your lower body feels slightly cold."

"Really? It feels okay to me."

"Well, you have suffered trauma. Your senses may be dulled, apparently. So your opinion wouldn't exactly be accurate."

Ben paid closer attention, taking this more seriously. "Okay, what next? I can just get underneath the blanket and that should solve it."

"You'll definitely need the blanket and more warm layers. But the doctor gave specific orders for this situation."

"Sure."

Laura gulped. "I'll have to check your thighs. Is that okay?"

"You're just going to press my skin again, right?"

"Correct. I'll feel your skin to check the temperature, along with any sensitivity in the area."

Now it was Ben's turn to gulp loudly. "Okay. Sure."

"Lay back. Look at the ceiling again. It'll be over before you know it."

As Ben fixed his eyes on the ceiling again, trying to distract himself from the awkwardness, Laura used both hands to pull down the elastic band of his sweatpants. His underwear was partially exposed. Thank goodness his penis was soft, she thought, as if the situation could get any more uncomfortable.

She bent over and put both hands underneath his sweats. She couldn't bring herself to look as she slid her hands inside his pants to feel his legs. She was acutely aware of the fact that her face was only inches away from his penis. She tried doing this as quickly as possible - pressing her hands tightly against his thighs, rubbing and feeling every inch.

"Does any of this hurt at all?" she asked, holding her hands still. "Feel anything numb? Pain? Sensitivity? Anything that I should know about?"

"Trust me, mom, you don't want to know what I'm feeling."

Laura turned her head and looked Ben in the face. He was still looking away, and she wondered if he meant it as a sexual innuendo. With any other man, she could be sure it was a sexual reference, but her own son making such a comment? It couldn't be, surely?

"I'm serious," she said, focusing on his skin again. "Anything at all? You should tell me, no matter how minor it is."

"Mom, I'm 100% sure that I feel okay."

There was pure certainty in his voice, but there was still a lingering feeling that more needed to be done. Laura thought of the conversation with the doctor, along with the doctor's very explicit note. Although the chance that Ben was still suffering from a very mild case of hypothermia was slight, Laura wasn't willing to take that chance, no matter how small.

She pulled her hands out of his pants and sat upright on the bed. She looked at him, and he looked back at his mother. There was a serious expression on her face.

"Now here's where things get interesting," she said as calmly as possible.

"Things weren't interesting a moment ago?"

Laura cleared her throat. "I'll have to check your penis."

"What?" Ben noticeably tensed up.

"You took a nasty spill. It was really scary for me to watch. We both know how bad it was and how difficult it was getting you out of that icy lake."

"But my privates?" he questioned. "You're actually going to do that?"

"According to the doctor, your vulnerable areas are most at risk. That includes your fingers, toes, limbs, and you know where..."

"Oh..."

She raised her eyebrow after getting his attention. "And you certainly don't want to lose the function in your penis, do you?"

"No, no," he quickly replied, shaking his head fast.

"Look, I'm only doing this because I love you. I want to make sure that you remain a healthy young man."

From that moment, there was a sense of understanding between them. Sure, it would be extremely awkward and pretty humiliating, but there was a good purpose behind it. Ben certainly didn't want to put his cock in any danger.

"Let's be quick about this," he answered. "It's not like I have anything to hide, anyway."

"Yes, we wouldn't want anything to happen to that magnificent cock of yours," Laura said with a wink, which only caused Ben to tense up further.

"Jeez, Mom..."

"I'm only trying to lighten the mood," she smiled. "Let's begin."

When she reached to pull his sweatpants further down, exposing his underwear completely, Ben instinctively jerked away, before ultimately relaxing.

"Sorry," he blushed. "This is pretty bizarre."

"Tell me about it. I'm the one doing all the work, while you can just close your eyes or whatever."

He took a deep breath. "Actually, do you think we can skip this part? I'm starting to, you know...down there...sorry..."

"Oh," she gasped, getting the hint. "Well, that's okay. It's not like I've never seen one of those before."

Having said that, Laura glanced down at his underwear. By the looks of things, he was halfway erect with his cock pointing to the side.

"Looks healthy so far," she quipped.

He blushed, "Jeez..."

"Sorry about the jokes. I think it helps to ease things."

"You don't have to touch it. Obviously my function works."

"Let's compromise," she offered. "I'll do the exam over your underwear. That way I'll just be touching the cotton fabric. And I won't have to see or touch your penis directly. Sound fair?'

He nodded. "I guess that's the best option so...let's get this over with."

Here goes nothing, she thought to herself. She put her hand on top of her son's erection and felt his manhood through the thin fabric. She immediately felt his cock twitch in response, which caused her to reflexively move her hand.

Next she placed two fingers further down, where Ben's scrotum was, and pressed down on it, causing her son to moan audibly. Laura wasn't surprised by this, after all, boys are boys. Men are men. Of course they'd react like this from being touched by a woman, mom or not.

All she could do was continue as his impromptu 'doctor' for the day. Her fingers rubbed his swollen balls and then moved onto his shaft, which had become fully erect and jerked under her touch.

She looked at her son, who had his eyes closed. The poor guy couldn't stand to watch his mother do this to him, but his body had a far different reaction. Laura kept her eyes on Ben's face as she stroked his shaft through the underwear. If she was honest with herself, this was totally arousing for her too. Ben wasn't the only person getting pleasure from this.

The hardest part of this was knowing when to stop. From the feel of things, Ben's cock was working fine. In fact, his cock seemed better than fine, it was throbbing. Pulsing. Laura wondered if he always got this hard, or if it was because of her? Did she have something to do with this?

No. It couldn't have been her fault, she thought. Surely?

"That's enough," she said, pulling her hand away. "I think we've established that your parts are working just fine."

Ben opened his eyes, his mouth slightly open from his labored breathing, a flustered look of sexual frustration on his face, as if he had just been cruelly teased.

"Well...ummm...thanks for that...I mean glad we're done with this."

She nodded. "We're not done quite yet. I need to call her and let her know if I need to follow up on anything. Don't move a muscle, okay?"

When he agreed, she turned on the tv for him and went to her bedroom, where she closed the door and picked up the phone.

Laura wasted no time in telling the doctor everything. She told the doctor about all of Ben's improvements, the way his limbs felt, her concerns, and even about the examination of his crotch, which she was embarrassed to admit.

"Tell me more about his lower extremities," the doctor inquired with that trademark heavy accent.

"Some parts felt a little...out-of-proportion at first. I thought some of his toes felt kind of cold, but that's normal, isn't it? I examined further, just like you instructed, and his skin wasn't sensitive in any way. I think he'll be okay, but I'll check again later to be sure."

There was a long pause on the line. "This concerns me. Uneven temperature could mean damage to nerves, which is hard to detect."

"Oh my," Laura gasped.

"How carefully did you examine skin?"

"I felt him with my bare hands."

The doctor gave another long pause. "How closely did you check penis and scrotum?"

"What about it?" Laura gulped.

"How was reaction?"

Laura cleared her throat. "Fully erect."

"Very good. Did you examine skin? Did you touch it?"

"No, but..."

"There are no buts in medical training," the doctor replied forcefully, being stern for the first time. "Real doctor would not accept these excuses. The skin around penis and scrotum are uniquely sensitive. It must be checked for signs of frostbite or redness. Immediately."

Laura wanted to reply, 'But that's my son we're talking about!' but arguing with this old doctor was pointless. The doctor was someone from a different culture and generation. This was nothing to her, and she had no idea how bizarre it would be for a city woman like Laura.

The doctor went into a brief explanation of all the potential effects of hypothermia that may still linger. Of course, the doctor was an expert on this since she lived in this cold climate. All Laura could do was listen and learn, and pretend that she understood what all those medical terms meant.

"I'll get to it," Laura replied.

"Yes, yes, right away. Call me back with results after."

Before the doctor ended the call, she gave a new set of instructions which left Laura with a dumbfounded expression, along with an elevated heart rate.

Laura returned to her son's room, who was still watching tv. This time, he had covered himself with a blanket, fully expecting the 'exam' to be over.

"Everything okay?" he asked with a jovial attitude to show that he was perfectly fine.

Laura took the remote control and turned the tv off. "Not quite. The doctor wants to add a bit more to your exam. She's afraid of hidden nerve damage, and she wants us to take things a little further."

"Further than what we've already done? Please don't tell me you're going to stick a finger up my ass."

"Actually, just the opposite."

Ben looked puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"She wants me to conduct a more thorough examination of your penis and scrotum. It's to ensure that none of your nerves have been damaged."

"But you already saw...you know...my hard-on."

Laura took a short breath. "I know, but I didn't check your skin. And, well, I haven't checked your ability to ejaculate."

There was a brief moment of silence between them and neither of them knew how to react. Who would?

"So you're going to do it?" he asked uncomfortably. "You're going to make me, you know, ejaculate?"

"It's for the best. I'm the only person who can check it here."

"I can check myself," he insisted.

"With all due respect, you were disoriented a few hours ago. Your opinion doesn't count. I promise to make this easy. It'll be over before you know it."

He nodded. "I guess so."

"Please, relax. The sooner we finish, the better."

Laura moved closer to him as he laid there. She gently pulled the blanket away and tossed it aside. Then she pulled his sweatpants down to reveal his underwear. His bulge was smaller, but still very much present.

Trying to summon courage with a deep breath, she pulled his underwear down too. Ben wiggled his hips so it could be slid down easily.

There it was: his exposed, half-flaccid cock. At a glance, it looked perfectly healthy and warm-blooded. The sight of it made Laura flutter with different feelings, none of which were appropriate. It was odd that she'd see her son like this, so up close, to the point where she could see every inch so clearly.

"Relax," she said. "Tell me if you feel any pain, unusual sensations, or anything out of the ordinary."

"Okay."

Laura touched his warm cock with both hands and it instantly twitched. It seemed healthy all right. Zero signs of any nerve damage. Overall, it was the cock of a healthy young college student, and it instantly grew rock hard while Laura caressed it.

"So far, so good," she smiled at him.

This made him blush. "This is humiliating."

"You certainly don't seem humiliated," she countered while stroking him, up and down.

"I know but...it's just weird."

Laura's hands continued their motherly duty. This was for Ben's own good, whether he appreciated it or not.

"I know it's weird, believe me, I know how you feel. I'm the one holding you in my hands, stroking you like this."

Ben closed his eyes and breathed heavier. He was embarrassed beyond belief. He was also completely aroused.

"Thanks, mom," he said softly with his eyes closed.

It was mortifying to Laura that her son was enjoying this so much. But then again, it was supposed to be like that. He was supposed to become erect to show his health. And it was at her insistence that she make him cum. As a mother, it was her responsibility to ensure his good health at a time like this.

"Are you close?" she asked, praying that he'd cum soon.

He opened his eyes and looked at her. "Kind of. This feels nice. Your hands are great."

"Not something you ever should have known."

"I'm just saying. You're good at this."

This time, it was Laura's turn to blush. As Ben became more relaxed, Laura became more unnerved by the fact that she was giving her son a handjob, albeit for medical purposes. She needed to put an end to this.

"Cum for me," she said flatly. "Once I see that you can ejaculate normally, we'll be done."

"Will you check on me later? I mean, that's the doctor's orders, right? Doesn't she want you to do this regularly?"

Laura tried stroking faster. "We'll see how it goes. First, I need you to cum."

"It might be messy."

She was taken aback by the comment. "Why?"

"I haven't cum since we started on this trip. There isn't any porn and it's been too cold to jerk off-- I mean, handle it. I'm just giving you fair warning."

"And I appreciate that."

A minute had passed, which felt like an eternity for Laura. Stroking her son's rock-hard cock to make him cum was something she never could have imagined when she birthed him 19 years ago. She could tell he was seriously enjoying this.

"At least you're getting some welcomed relief from this," she joked to break the unusual tension of an incestuous handjob.

"God yes...I mean...anything for good health."

She smiled, "Don't act like a girl hasn't played with your penis before."

"This is about as far as it's gone."

"Really?" she asked with surprise.

He nodded. "Nothing beyond touching or licking. So, not to be weird or anything, but this feels amazing."

Although Ben didn't intend to make things weirder, Laura felt a huge rush from this. Stroking her son was one thing, but her virgin son? She was giving him pleasure he'd never felt before. She was sure that her handjobs were better than anything his past girlfriends had ever done for him.

Maternal guilt came over her for enjoying it this much. Her pulse raced and her pussy clenched. God, she needed to end this, and soon.

"My hands are getting tired," she said as a false excuse. "Anything I can do to speed things up?"

He thought quickly. "Can I see your tits?"

"Ben!"

"What? You asked."

The guy had a point. Laura sighed and removed her hands so that she could unbutton the top of her blouse. Just the top part. Then she opened the left side of her blouse to reveal her bra, which she pulled down to expose a bare tit. It was round and slightly sagging, with a large brown nipple that was stiff from arousal.

When Laura looked down at the tit she had just exposed, she realized that she had accidentally shown off her own arousal too. Ben must have realized that she was horny as hell.

"That should help," she said, returning to stroke his cock.

He expressed his agreement and it was clear that this only made him hotter. Laura had become amused by this. Her son probably watched tons of porn at this age, yet he was still left dazed by mom's breast.

"Can I touch your nipple?" he asked as he began to thrust into her hand.

"Only if you promise to cum. What we're doing is completely inappropriate and wrong, but necessary nonetheless."

"Promise."

Ben smiled and reached out to touch his mother's brown nipple. He pinched, and this time it was Laura's turn to receive physical pleasure. She inadvertently released a yelp and moan. Her nipples had always been a huge erogenous zone for her, and she instantly regretted letting Ben touch her there.

"Stop it," she said, swatting his hand away, then continuing to jerk him off.

"I won't be able to cum as fast without that sort of stimulation."

"Do you normally take a long time?"

He nodded. "Especially when it aches this hard. It takes me longer to cum when I'm this stiff."

"Looks like you're fully recovered after all."

"Does this mean you're going to stop?"

"Not a chance. I set a goal, and I have to follow through."

"I have an idea," he said.

She continued stroking him. "What is it?"

"Do you think we could...you know...have sex? I mean, isn't that the best way to prove that my penis and reproductive organs are working properly? We need to know if my penis can still handle a woman. Isn't that the point of this whole thing?"

Laura was stunned by the request. Absolutely stunned. The audacity that Ben had, she thought. Yet, Ben did have a point. Laura had been pushing this all day. She was adamant that his health needed to be monitored, and she was persistent in checking that his sexual organs were fully functional.

"You're too smart for your own good," she said bluntly.

That was when she released his cock from her hands and stood up. Ben had a sadness in his eyes, figuring that he had just ruined this amazing feeling of sexual pleasure.

Instead, Laura pulled her bottoms down, removing her pants and panties, standing completely naked from the waist down, with her nipple still exposed. Ben's jaw dropped at the very sight of his semi-nude mother, along with the realization that his virginity would soon be taken in a special way.

"You owe me for this," she said, hands on her hips.

He quickly nodded. "Yes, anything."

"Promise you'll never tell anyone, right?"

He nodded even faster. "No one will ever know."

Laura climbed on the bed and positioned herself over Ben's cock. She lowered herself, just over his erection. She reached down to direct his cock upward.

"Swear it?"

Ben's eyes widened. "Our secret! I swear! Our secret!"

"Good boy."

She kept a firm grip on his cock, holding him upright. She lowered herself slowly, guiding herself onto his throbbing erection. His tip pressed against her swollen labia first, and then, inch by inch, it penetrated her.

All the while, Laura kept her eyes locked on Ben's face. He was in heaven over this. His eyes were wide and his tongue hung out like a puppy. It was all too good to be true, at least for him. He was finally losing his virginity to a beautiful older woman, who just happened to be his mother.

"Oh fuck," he groaned. "You pussy feels unbelievable."

She clenched herself. "Watch your language young man."

"Yes mom," he mumbled.

Being called 'mom' while sitting on his cock was a unique taboo. An incredibly thrilling taboo. It lit a fire under her, and she became even more aroused than she already was. A button had been pushed in her brain which unleashed a sexual fetish she never knew she had.

With every thrust, every gyration of her hips, Ben's virginity fell further into the past. She loved fucking him. She loved giving her son this intense pleasure. Most of all, she loved seeing that crazed look on his face from his first sex session.

All the while, Laura never lost sight of things. She knew full well what this was about. As much as she enjoyed fucking him, she had to remember her motherly responsibilities as well.

She reached behind and cupped his scrotum, which made him gasp from the touch.

"Everything appears to be working fine," she breathed heavily, riding him.

He groaned, "You got that right."

"For the moment, at least. We still need a proper test drive, so to speak."

Laura thrust her hips faster. It had been a while since she last had sex - far too long for a woman at her age. Feeling a young cock like this was a much welcomed form of sexual relief, even if that cock belonged to her son. Or maybe because that cock belonged to her son?

"Any aches?" she panted. "Pains...oh god...anything sensitive that hurts?"

The bed started shaking as they fucked harder. Laura justified the intense fuck session by telling herself that this was all part of pushing Ben to the max, to make sure there was no nerve damage.

"No mom. Everything -- oh shit -- is fine. Except for... oh fuck!"

As Laura continued riding him, her eyes widened with concern. She should have stopped, but it felt far too good, and she could tell that Ben was still enjoying this as well. So she continued this medical exam by riding him even faster.

"What's wrong?" she asked with concern, pumping her hips.

"Fuck! I'm going to cum if you don't stop!"

The thought of him cumming inside her was a shock. Sex was one thing. Flooding her pussy with cum was something else entirely. Plus, she wouldn't be able to conduct a proper exam of his ejaculation with that cock buried deep in her pussy.

So she quickly hopped off his erection and got on her knees. She bent down to that wet, throbbing cock. Then she stuffed the cock in her mouth and sucked. Her hands stroked feverishly.

Laura sucked that cock with everything she had. Among the men she had slept with in her life, she was always known for having a mouth with powerful suction. She'd only been with a small group of men - less than ten - and each of them had showered her with praise over her cock sucking abilities. She was a woman who was blessed with tight suction. Her mouth had a nice feminine softness to it too. Combined, it was a potent combination that could turn any man weak.

When she worked her hands even harder, that was it. Ben cried out loud.

"Oh fuck!!! Mom!!!"

Again, being called 'mom' during sex was powerful to her. It was really hot. She sucked harder, took him deeper, and stroked faster. She took his cock down to her throat while she sucked and stroked.

When the first shot of cum arrived, Laura moved her head back so that the cum would shoot directly onto her tongue. Per the doctor's orders, she didn't swallow just yet. She needed to taste it, she needed to feel it, and she certainly got a mouthful. It was warm and shot with a high pressure. As she continued stroking him, she could hear the sounds of him whimpering. She continued this until she felt Ben's body relax, and the cum stopped shooting into her mouth.

After it was done, Laura sat upright and looked over to a nearby mirror. She stuck out her tongue and looked at her reflection to see her mouth full of cum. Not to be lewd. This wasn't a submissive gesture, but a way to check the color and consistency of her son's cum. She even chewed on it to make sure it felt right. This wasn't about perversions; it was about making sure his health was fine. It just so happened that she got a crazy adrenaline rush of pleasure out of it.

When she got the answers she wanted, and was satisfied with the results, Laura took a big gulp and swallowed the pool of cum in her mouth, taking it down her throat where it would be digested in her stomach.

"I think you get a clean bill of health," she smiled after licking her lips. "Your erection was strong, your skin felt smooth, and your cum was...well...delicious."

There was a naughty grin on her face as she said that, while licking her lips once more, which clearly delighted her son.

Ben breathed hard. "Oh Jesus, mom. That was amazing."

She patted his thigh. "Relax there. Just enjoy your first sex session. I'm going to call the doctor."

"Are you going to tell her about this?"

"Definitely."

"Why?"

Laura smiled, "For your health, of course. And to see if she has any other medical recommendations we can use."

They both smiled at each other, and Laura bent down to swirl her tongue around the tip of Ben's softening cock. Then she walked over to the next room, bare-assed with a single breast still exposed. Going on this trip was the best thing that's ever happened to them. They both could agree on that.

The End

491 Every Midnight to Dawn

HeyAll

My mother called me a month after we had both moved to live on our own. I had rented a small apartment for myself, which was my first time living alone. And mom had bought herself an old Victorian home nearby in San Francisco.

"How are you enjoying life as a single bachelor?" she asked playfully over the phone.

"It's great. I've got hot babes all over the place."

"Of course you do, that's why you're on the phone talking to your mother on a Friday night."

"Is that why you called?" I laughed. "You wanted to rub that in?"

"A little bit. But honestly, I miss hearing your voice after I come home from work. You're all grown up now."

"Thanks mom."

"Basically what you're saying is, you miss me too," she replied lovingly.

"You bet."

"So how's your new apartment treating you?" she asked. "Everything good I hope."

"I've got no complaints here. Great view, parking is easy, and there are a lot of really cool people who live in this building. I've made some new friends already."

"That's so wonderful to hear. I'm very happy for you."

"What about the place you're living in?" I asked. "Is it everything you thought it would be?"

"...It's...great. Everything is going well."

I knew my mother all too well. She was like an open book too. She was naturally an expressive person, and it was obvious that something was there, a hint of discomfort that she tried to keep to herself.

"Did I hear a pause?" I asked, trying to gently get her to talk.

"It's nothing," she said defensively. "I love this home and it was worth every penny."

"Come on, just tell me. If there's anything wrong I can come fix it for you. Or I could call a repairman for you."

"I won't be needing a repairman, but thanks for the offer."

"Do you want to move back to the old apartment?" I asked.

"Not really," she replied. "I've lived in that apartment for so long that I need the change of location. Besides, that apartment has already been sold and people are living there already."

"Then what is it?"

"You'll think I'm crazy if I told you."

"If I thought you were crazy, I wouldn't tell you. I'd just keep that information to myself."

"How sweet of you," she tried to joke back. "It's almost my bedtime here. It was good to hear your voice again."

She sounded like her feelings were hurt from being teased.

"It was only a joke mom. Come on, you've made me curious. Tell me."

She paused for a moment. "I think this place is haunted."

Then we both paused from her seemingly random revelation. Could it be? Did she really just say that?

"Haunted?"

"Yes, you heard me; I think this house is haunted."

"And why would you think that?" I asked.

"Because I hear noises at night. Strange noises. They would happen randomly."

"It's probably leaky pipes or rats between the walls. I mean, that place is old. What do you expect?"

"This place has been inspected for everything, plumbing, pests, you name it. I can't tell you how many times I've gotten up in the middle of the night to make sure all the windows are locked or if something was crawling around. I've spent hours during the day trying to figure out what the noises are. And... nothing."

I thought for a few seconds. "There's gotta be a reasonable explanation. I really don't know what to say mom. Maybe you're just overreacting because of how scary your house looks at night. Honestly, that place gave me the creeps when I helped you move there."

"I'm completely serious. The daytime is so quiet I can hear a pin drop. There's no sound except for the cars outside and neighbors. But every midnight to dawn... there are these strange noises."

I thought to myself once again. My mother is very smart woman, so maybe she's right? Maybe her home is haunted. She's not someone to exaggerate or embellish. She's as rational and level-headed as a person can be.

"Have you thought about selling the house and moving someplace else?" I asked.

"It's crossed my mind," she replied. "But a lot of my money is invested here now and I'll probably take a huge financial loss if I try to sell it right away. And I really do love this home. There's something about it that I find comforting, except for what happens at night, obviously."

"Hmmm... tough situation. I'm all out of ideas. But I'm still not fully convinced your house is haunted. Give it a few more days and the noises might go away. Don't forget that no one had lived in that house for months. So the wooden structure is probably just settling in, if that even makes sense."

"I want you to stay with me for a while," she said bluntly and randomly.

"What?"

"It's the weekend. Pack your bags and sleep here on Saturday night. You can leave on Sunday or Monday."

"I don't know, mom," I replied honestly. "That place is creepy."

"But if it's not haunted, then what do you have to worry about? I've already contacted a local psychic who wants $300 dollars for a spiritual cleansing next week. I'm willing to pay, unless of course you can prove that everything is okay."

"Don't do that mom. $300 dollars? That's insane. It's clearly a scam."

"Then come stay with me and prove otherwise," she replied.

"Fine, I'll be there tomorrow and I'll stay for the night. You owe me for this."

"I'll be your personal chef like always," she replied playfully. "Maybe I'll even do your laundry like old times. Will that be enough?"

Saturday night. It was the first time in a month that my mother and I had dinner together. After some talking and late night television, we both went to bed. She was going to sleep in the master bedroom, and I was going to stay in the guest room.

"Let me know if you need anything," she said, standing barefoot in the doorway wearing her nightgown.

"You're making me feel like I'm in a hotel," I joked. "A pretty old hotel."

"Think of it as an old hotel, but with charm and character to it. Who knows, maybe if you stay here long enough you'll finally see why I love it."

"No offense, but I doubt that."

She smiled. "Young people these days have no appreciation for art. But anyway, it's nice having you around again. I always feel safe with you down the hall."

"Thanks. I just hope there aren't any ghosts around to ruin our night."

"Did I just detect a hint of sarcasm?" she asked skeptically.

"Maybe. I'll be half asleep tonight listening for any strange noises. That's what you want isn't it?"

She flashed me a stern, yet playful expression. "You do that. Goodnight."

"Night mom."

The clock read 1:30 am. A loud banging noise downstairs woke me up. The footsteps coming from my mother's room let me know that she had woken up as well. I got out of bed to see that my mother had turned the lights on.

"Did you hear that?" my mother asked in a low whisper, with a jilted look on her face.

"Yeah, what was it?"

"I don't know. But I've heard it before. It usually happens around this time, in the same way. I'm scared. Are you?"

"Kind of," I replied without shame. "Let's go check it out I guess."

We went down the stairs together as my mother turned on more lights. A few minutes later, she turned on all the lights and I had triple checked everything. All the doors were locked, all the windows were closed, and there weren't any stray animals roaming around. The house was empty and nothing had been moved.

"Got any ideas of what that banging noise was?" she asked.

"None. That was so weird."

"Still think your mother is crazy?"

"I never said you were. I just said that there's a rational explanation to these noises."

"Then what is it?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.

"As soon as I find out, I'll let you know. But there's no point in us standing around. It's late and I'm tired. Let's go back to sleep."

"Would you mind sleeping in bed with me?"

"You really want me to?"

"I wouldn't have offered otherwise. I'm scared, and you've always comforted me."

"Sure," I replied dutifully. "Whatever makes you feel better."

My mother turned off the lights and we went to her room. I laid down on my mother's bed and she turned off the bedroom lights, leaving us in the dark except for the faint moonlight shining through the window. I stayed on my side of the bed. To my complete surprise, my mother rested her head on my chest. It was awkward for a moment, but I did the gentlemanly thing and wrapped my arm around her.

"I hope I'm not making you uncomfortable," she said as she got cozy under the blanket.

"Not really. This feels nice."

"I'm glad. Lots of boys feel uneasy about being affectionate with their mothers. I'm very lucky that I still get to hold you."

I gave her a kiss on top of her head. "Anytime. I've never passed up the opportunity to hold a beautiful woman in my arms."

"You know, I never properly thanked you."

"For what?"

"For being the man of the house when your father wasn't around anymore," she replied sincerely. "I expected to have to work my butt off to take care of you. But to my surprise, it wasn't long before you started taking care of me instead."

"What else was I supposed to do?" I asked. "Every night you seemed really upset. I don't know, I guess I didn't want you to be so sad all the time, so I tried the best I could to make you happy."

"You're sweet."

"Do you still think about dad?"

"Once and a while," she replied. "I think about him sometimes when I'm lonely. But let's not go there. That's not a conversation for you."

"Why not? You've never had a problem asking that kind of stuff about me," I teased.

"Oh stop it," she playfully said. "I'm your parent. One day you'll have adult children of your own and you're going to feel pretty disturbed if any of them ask about what you do with your penis."

"Great point, but until that day comes, I'll still be interested in how you think of dad. Hearing you so passive about it makes me even more curious."

She sighed, "You really want to know what goes on in my head? I sometimes imagine your father going down on me, and afterwards he grabs me forcefully and ravishes me until we're both completely satisfied. Happy now?"

A sudden arousal came over me. I was only joking with my mother, but hearing her talk about her sexual fantasies got my blood flowing.

"That was...interesting..."

"You asked..." she replied. "And now you know."

"Yeah, I do."

She put her finger on my lips to silence me. "Not another word. We're going to sleep now. Thank you for staying in my room tonight, and for watching over me."

With that said, my mother leaned over and gave me a kiss on the lips. Of all the kisses she had ever given me, none of them had ever been on a place so intimate. She rested her head on my chest again, and my cock became hard. A part of me wondered if she knew that I had become sexually aroused by her.

The next morning. I was in the kitchen eating a hot breakfast that my mother made for me, while mom was on the phone in the living room. She was talking to a local psychic, but I didn't care, or believe in it. The only thing on my mind was mom's cooking (and kind of what happened in bed last night).

After the call ended, she came to the kitchen and sat down so we could talk.

"So what did your psychic friend say?" I asked.

"Well I've got some bad news, good news, and some strange news. Where do you want to start?"

"What's the bad news?" I asked.

"There's definitely an entity in our home," she replied seriously. "The psychic noticed it when he was here a few days ago. He said the entity gave him messages in his dream last night, and when he woke up, it was 2 am, which was right after we heard those noises."

I was taken aback by what my mother said. The chances of that being a coincidence seemed slim. And mom was completely serious about that phone conversation.

"Jeez, if that's the bad news, then what's the good news?"

"The good news is that there's a way to deal with this entity once and for all. It's willing to leave this house and move on."

"Great, so what do we have to do?"

She paused for a moment. "Well, that brings me to the strange news. Are you ready to hear it? It's a little unconventional, but the psychic thinks it's going to work."

"At this point, I'm open to anything."

"According to the psychic, the entity which lives in this house is an elderly woman. She's grief stricken and is ready to leave the physical world behind. But before she does, there's something she needs to feel before she goes. It's unusual, at least by our standards."

"You're being really coy," I noted. "Just say it already."

Mom took a deep breath. "The entity is lonely. She's been that way for over a decade living here. Last night when we were in bed together, the entity felt something powerful in this house. It felt love. Real love. It was the kind of love she experienced with her own adult son a very long time ago. She misses that feeling and she's longing for it."

"Are you saying the entity was aroused or something? I've never heard of anything like that before, ever."

"I don't know. But the psychic says that the entity will depart from this realm once it finally gets to experience that feeling one last time. It's been waiting for something like this."

"This is just plain weird," I replied. "I mean, this is starting to really freak me out. I came here thinking there was some logical explanation to everything, and now I don't know what to think anymore."

"Imagine how I feel. Believe me, I'm trying my best to keep myself together."

"So what does your psychic friend want us to do?"

Mom took another deep breath. "Well, he says the entity is ready to leave once it gets to feel maternal love for the last time. So the psychic thinks we should continue what we did last night. He thinks we should be even closer with each other. Maybe that'll work."

Feelings of excitement came over me, but I didn't let it show. I didn't want my mom to think that I was overly-enthusiastic about spending the night in bed with her once again.

"If he thinks it'll work, then I'm okay with it," I replied.

"So are you finally coming around to the idea that this home is haunted?" she asked with an eyebrow raised. "I know that you've never been a big believer in the paranormal or the spiritual."

"All I know is that there were creepy noises in this house last night and I don't have an explanation for them. Whatever your friend suggests we do, I'm open to it."

She smiled. "I'm glad to see you're finally coming around."

"Whatever it takes. I guess this means I'll have to go back to my apartment to pick up more clothes since I'll be staying here longer."

"Thank you. I really appreciate you doing this for me. I know you have work on Monday and this is a real burden for you."

"You're never a burden for me," I replied.

She winked. "Thanks."

With my breakfast finished, I was ready to leave and prepare for more days at my mother's house.

"Well, I better go now. How many days should I pack for?"

"Three or four maybe. Are you okay with that?"

"No problem," I replied, picking up my plate to leave.

"Wait," she said, stopping me. "The psychic mentioned how the entity felt something 'powerful' in this house last night when we were in bed together. Did you have any strong feelings then? It couldn't have been just me."

I suddenly became coy. "We were having a pretty deep conversation. So I guess that was it. You know, it was some deep stuff we were talking about. That's probably what your psychic friend was mentioning. I'm sure that was it."

"Is there anything else you want to tell me? You can be honest. I want us to be open with each other."

My mother wanted honesty, but I was sure that she wasn't ready to hear that I had a massive erection when I was in bed with her. She was the cause of it, and I had a tough time sleeping because of how much it ached.

"Maybe we can finish this conversation later," I replied. "I've gotta get back to my apartment to pick up clothes and I need to prepare things for work tomorrow."

She nodded. "Okay. You're a grown man and I don't want to get in the way of your business. But remember what I said, you can tell me anything that's on your mind. I won't judge."

A few hours later. I came back to my mother's house and things were unusually quiet during the day, because she always liked to do a million things at once.

I carried my things up the stairs to the main bedroom, and then I saw it: My mother was sitting on the floor with her back against the bed. She was wearing a towel and nothing else. Her hair and body were soaking wet, and it was obvious she had just gotten out of the shower. I dropped my things and headed over to her.

"What's wrong?" I asked urgently. "Are you okay?"

My mother had a bewildered look on her face and she continued looking forward.

"I'm not sure."

"What happened? You look like you just saw a ghost." I paused, "Did you... see something..."

She turned her head and looked at me. "Not exactly. But I felt something."

"What was it?" I asked.

"I was in the shower and I felt my hand move on its own. It moved to my private area and I started touching myself. It made me pleasure myself. My mind was somewhere else. The entity reminded me of intimate feelings I used to have, but repressed a long time ago."

"Dad?"

"Not exactly," she replied. "It's much more intimate than that. I shouldn't be telling you this."

"You can tell me anything. Just this morning you were saying how we should be honest with each other. This sounds serious and I need to know."

"This is different," she said defensively. "This is humiliating. You wouldn't understand."

I gave her a reassuring look. "Don't forget that we'll be sleeping in the same bed again. We've got plenty of time to talk about whatever you want."

She turned her body to face me, and when she did, her towel opened up slightly. I had an intimate look of her dripping wet legs and feet, and up her thighs too.

"I used to fantasize about you. Like I said, it's humiliating for me to talk about."

The feeling in the room suddenly became tense after her revelation.

"You did?" I asked. "Are you sure it wasn't the entity getting inside your head? Your psychic friend mentioned that the spirit was longing for something maternal."

She reluctantly nodded. "I'm sure. It happened after you turned 18, when you started going to college. I noticed how much you resembled your father. Late at night when I was lonely, I found myself thinking of you instead of your father. I felt guilty about it every time, but I'm only human. I was eventually able to suppress it. And now it's returned because of the entity..."

"I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything about it. I would have preferred if you hadn't known about that at all. That was the most personal thing I've ever told anyone."

"I'm glad you told me," I replied, unsure of what else to say.

There was an awkward silence in the room. She clearly hated telling me her intimate secret, and I was at a complete loss for words.

"Well..." she said with her eyebrow raised.

"Well what?"

"Have you ever thought about me before, in an intimate way?"

I suddenly became defensive. "Of course not. I mean, not that there's anything wrong with that. All I'm saying is that it's not normal for a son to think that way about his own mother. You gave birth to me after all. I would never think inappropriate thoughts about you. It's not right."

"That was quite a ramble," she said with a motherly look on her face, and a slight formation of a smile. "I can tell when you're being passive with something to hide, so start talking mister. After what I just told you, I expect a little honesty in return

"Fine. I may have had a few inappropriate thoughts here and there," I reluctantly admitted.

"Oh really?" she smiled. "And how frequent were these inappropriate thoughts?"

"Do we really have to do this?"

"No. I just wanted to show you how hard it was for me to talk about this. We lived in the same house for so many years, fantasies are inevitable. It's shameful to talk about, but it's normal I think. It's part of being human."

"So now what?" I asked.

She thought for a moment. "Now, I better dry myself and get dressed."

We stood up at the same time, and I caught a perfect glimpse inside of her towel as her legs moved. Her vagina was nearly exposed and I saw strands of her pubic hair, along with the bottom end of her pussy. When she stood upright, she closed her towel and looked at me like I was busted.

"Sorry about that," I said after being caught.

"Don't be. It's normal. Now do you mind turning around while I get dressed?"

With that, I smiled back at her and left her room.

The rest of the day went by casually. We acted like nothing was out of the ordinary, but knowing each other's secrets lingered over our heads. We knew each other better now. We became closer.

I helped her cook dinner and things were more playful than usual between us. It was as if there were no more inhibitions, but of course, none of us brought up the fact that we had fantasized about each other. It was too weird to talk about over dinner, and instead we used the time to catch up with each other and our lives.

Later that night. I was watching tv in the living room when my mother came down the stairs. She looked serious and I turned off the tv when she sat down next to me.

"I just got off the phone with the psychic," she said.

"What did he say?"

"He thinks he knows what the entity wants before it leaves," she said reluctantly. "Were you, by any chance, aroused last night?"

"Does it matter?" I replied passively.

"Answer truthfully. We're past the point of embarrassment, remember?"

This time, I was the one who was reluctant. "We were talking about some pretty serious stuff and it got me excited. Okay? Why do you ask?"

"Apparently that's what the entity wants. There's no other way to say this, but the woman who used to live in this house had a special relationship with her son. It was more than just maternal love. I'm sure you can figure out what that means."

"They were..."

She nodded. "Yes."

"They were having sex together?" I replied. "It all makes sense. The entity had a romantic relationship with her son, they were in love. Everything happened in that bedroom, and she couldn't move on once she passed away. She was too attached to everything that went on in this house."

My mother nodded again. "It had been going on for many many years according to the psychic. The woman and her son were secret lovers."

"So what does that mean for us?" I asked.

"Do you really need me to explain it to you?"

I froze for a moment. If I didn't know any better, my mom had just implied that we do something intimate with each other to appease whatever was in the home. The serious expression on her face showed that she was considering it.

"What do you want to do?"

"I don't know," she replied. "I honestly don't know. But what I do know is that the entity isn't leaving this home unless it feels that passion once again. She knows that I've had feelings about you, and that you've had feelings for me. She wants us to do something about it. That's probably why it took control of me in the shower this afternoon."

"Do you think we should... you know... actually go through with it?" I asked hesitantly.

A stunned expression came over her. "How could you even ask me something like that? I'm your mother! Of course I'm not going to sleep with you. It isn't right."

I was taken aback. "Okay, sorry for even mentioning it. I thought that was what you were trying to tell me. This whole thing isn't easy for me to deal with either."

"I'm the one who should be sorry," she replied after calming herself down. "You're right. I was trying to tell you that, and that's what the psychic suggested we do. It's a frightening thought. We can never take it back."

"I know. It's a tough situation."

"So how do you feel about it?" she asked.

"How do I feel about what?"

"The suggestion," she replied, looking me straight in the eyes. "How do you feel about the psychic's suggestion? Is it something you would actually consider doing? I don't like asking you about this, but there are no other options."

I could tell how conflicted my mother was. The look in her eyes and the tone in her voice said it all. She was absolutely torn. So was I, but a part of me was also becoming excited at the new possibility.

"Do you promise not to be upset at my answer?" I asked.

"At this point, I'm about ready to hear anything."

"I would do it."

The look on her face showed how totally unprepared she was for my blunt answer. She looked scared, but also understanding.

"I wasn't expecting such a direct answer to that question," she replied. "Has this always been a part of your fantasy? Have you thought about actually having sex with me before?"

"You're the one who asked. I'm trying to help you."

"I understand, but please, answer my question. I need to know before I make a final decision."

I thought for a moment. "I've thought about what it would be like to get inside your panties before."

"Is that why you're agreeing to do this? Do you just want to have sex with me? Or are you actually interested in helping to resolve the situation?"

"What kind of question is that?" I replied. "Of course I want to help you. The only reason I came here yesterday is became I want help you. I didn't have ulterior motives if that's what you were wondering about."

"Sounds convincing enough."

"What about you?" I asked. "You've admitted to fantasizing about me this afternoon. What were those fantasies like?"

The tables were turned and my mother looked uncomfortable.

"That's not something you should ever know. I appreciate your honesty, but this is different."

"No it isn't. I admitted my feelings to you when you asked."

She sighed. "Fine. I thought of you the same way I've thought of your father. I imagined you going down on me, kissing my womanhood. I've also imaged myself on top of you, with us looking each other in the eyes. Each time was romantic, and I always felt guilty after. Now do you regret asking that question?"

I started becoming sexually aroused hearing my mother's personal confession, but I didn't let it show.

"I'm glad you told me."

"I've made up my mind," she said with authority. "Wait 10 minutes, then I want you to come upstairs to my bedroom. I need time to prepare for this."

Without another word, she stood up and walked to her bedroom. My mind was swirling with emotions: Was she serious? Was this actually about to happen? Were we going to make love?

Time had never passed slower. It was almost torturous. When the 10 minutes passed, I headed up the stairs to see mom's bedroom door halfway open. I gently pushed the door open and she stood up when she saw me.

Her hair was down and it was neatly combed. She wore a long nightgown which showed her elegance class. Simply put, she looked as beautiful as ever.

"I think you have some idea about what's going to happen," she said nervously.

"I do," was all I could reply.

"Are you sure you want this? There's still time to change your mind. Things will never be the same between us if we cross this point. There's no taking it back. Once it's done, it would be in our minds forever."

"Mom, you've invested a lot of money in this house and we have to get rid of whatever is haunting it."

She laughed. "Not a bad reason."

Within moments, her face turned expressionless as she lifted the bottom of her nightgown. Her feet were exposed first, then her calves, then her curvaceous white thighs. She lifted her nightgown until her crotch was completely exposed. It was covered by a small patch of pubic hairs.

"Do you like my legs?" she asked. "Is this how you imagined they would look?"

"Even better."

Once she got the confidence she needed, she pulled the gown over her head and stood completely nude. Her body had curves which reflected her age, and her average sized breasts were slightly sagging. Her nipples were large and brown. They quickly hardened, either from being exposed or aroused.

She took a deep breath. "For the past two days, you've asked me a few times what I think we should do. Now I'm reversing the roles. You can do whatever you want to me. I'm yours tonight. Own me. If this is the only way to cleanse my home, then so be it. I'm ready. I want it."

Compulsion took control of me and I confidently walked over to my mother and dropped to my knees. I planted big kisses all over her midsection. I held her legs tight and kissed her crotch. Her dark pubic hairs were touching my face, and I liked it. She liked it also. She put her hands on my head as I kissed her hair and my lips touched her labia.

"You're a good kisser," she said softly. "I just never thought you'd be kissing me there."

"Do you like it?" I asked in between kisses.

"Obviously."

I lifted her off her feet and put her on the bed. My mother knew exactly what I wanted to do, and she wanted me to do it, so she opened her legs wide for me. Underneath the pubic hair, I saw her brown labia with its pink vaginal canal behind it. Years of fantasizing was about to become a reality, and I urgently pressed my mouth against it.

"Oh god..." she gasped. "That feels so good."

Her hands held firmly onto my head as I continued. My tongue swirled around her labia and clitoris. I could hear her moan, and feel her body begin to tremble. I held her curvaceous thighs tightly while I continued licking her pussy. Once I stuck my tongue inside of her, my mother's body began to move. She squirmed when I tasted her pussy. Fluids were gushing out and her moans became louder.

I've always loved performing oral sex on women, but to actually do it to my own mother was absolutely surreal. But of course, I wanted more...

I stood up and pulled my tshirt off. My mother's eyes were on me as I reached down to remove the rest of my clothes, standing completely naked in front of her.

"You've grown," she noted while looking at me. "You're every bit the man your father was."

"But I'm not my father. I'm your son. Isn't that what you prefer?" I asked with a mischievous smile.

She smiled back. "Oh stop that. You're making this so much harder for me."

"The wetness between your legs says you're enjoying this."

She looked down. "And that major erection you have says the same about you. So what's next, mister?"

"I want you on top of me. I want you in control now. That's what you want, isn't it? I want this to be as fulfilling for you as it for me."

The look on her face showed that she appreciated the gesture. I laid on my back and I watched my mother climb over me. Every second became slower. We were actually about to have sex, and I'm not sure that either of us were truly ready for it.

My mother did all of the work while I watched. She spread her legs as she hovered over me, and she held my stiff erection upwards so she could lower her body down. Her pussy felt amazing against the head of my cock. I could tell that she had become even wetter, and that her vagina became hotter.

She lowered herself even more and my cock slid all the way inside. I felt the full weight of her body on top of me. A gasp escaped her lips. Her body started moving, and we were actually making love.

"You feel so good inside of me," she moaned gently. "I can't believe we're doing this. It feels so wrong. Yet it feels so...so..."

"Right?"

She nodded. "Yes."

Her hips started to thrust as she came to terms with what we were doing with our naked bodies and sexuality. Her hands rubbed my chest. She looked at me with a curious expression. My heart was beating uncontrollably as we shared an extremely intimate sexual moment. Her mouth opened as she breathed heavily as well.

Having sex with my mother and seeing her naked on top of me was one thing. But what made the sight of my mom even more erotic was seeing her sagging breasts swaying back and forth as she rode me. Her large brown nipples were hard. Its swaying almost had a hypnotic effect on me. I reached up and grabbed both of them in the palms of my hands. Her breasts were soft and I squeezed them tightly. My mother reacted to it by riding me harder.

"Looks like you've found something else you like," she said lustfully. "You can squeeze my breasts harder. I don't mind. I like having my nipples played with during sex."

"You're fucking amazing."

So I squeezed her breasts harder. I even pinched those stiff brown nipples of hers, which only made her hornier. She moaned some more. As she kept on riding my cock, her moans became screams.

Both of us were reaching our sexual climax. My heart was pounding. My cock was absolutely throbbing inside of my mother's pussy. All of my senses were on overdrive.

My mother was feeling the same thing. Her pretty face was starting to form beads of sweat on her forehead. She moaned loudly and made different facial expressions, which showed all of her different wrinkles.

"I'm almost there," she whispered, while her pussy remained relentless.

"Me too."

She clenched her pussy. "Your cum..."

"Where do you want me to do it? Do you want me to pull out?"

She looked me straight in the eyes. "Cum all the way inside me. I want it there. It's for the best."

Mom had an orgasm first. I could feel the warmth of her vagina and how much vaginal fluids she was gushing. Her hands squeezed my body and she rode me harder.

She let out a loud scream and her back violently arched. An intense orgasm flowed through her body. Fluids rushed out from her vagina, making a big mess on me, and all over her bed. Every muscle in her body tightened. It was surreal to watch my prim proper mother become overwhelmed with intense sexual pleasure.

"Oh God," she shivered. "God..."

I couldn't handle it either. I could barely breathe the way my heart was pounding. My aching cock suddenly erupted loads of cum deep inside of her vaginal canal, and up her womb. The moment was perfect. A smile formed on her lips as her pussy was flooded with her son's cum. Had this been something she had long desired? My cum in her womb?

She laid on top of me. My flaccid penis was still inside of her, and our once dry bodies were covered in sweat. We could feel each other breath and the warmth of our bodies. Her breasts were mashed against my chest while her nipples were still hard.

"As crazy as this is, I'm glad we did it," my mother said after catching her breath. "That was unbelievable. Just incredible."

"You have no idea how badly I needed that. I love you, mom."

She looked me in the eyes, and we were only centimeters apart. "I love you too."

We kissed each other on the lips. It was a soft kiss at first, then it became passionate. We kissed each other hard with our wet tongues wrestling in each others mouth.

Suddenly there was a loud banging noise from downstairs. Both of us became terrified and we quickly stood up. I got dressed as fast as I could and ran down the stairs after turning on the lights.

The front door was wide open and the living room was filled with a strong gust of wind.

"What was that?!" my mother asked frantically.

She was wearing a silk robe which she grasped tightly together because of the strong wind.

I shut the door and locked it.

"Whatever was in this house must have left," I said.

"Let's hope so," she replied.

She let her hands down and her robe fell opened because of the lingering wind. The middle of her chest was exposed and her vagina and pubic hairs were showing. Nudity was no longer an issue between us, and I couldn't help but admire how beautiful she looked like that.

"And what about us? Where do we go from here?"

She smiled cautiously. "Anywhere we want. Now come back to bed."

Mom no longer needed the robe. She removed it and laid it down on the wooden handrail going up the stairs, which was meant to symbolize her newfound freedom. As she walked up the stairs, I watched her naked backside, with each of her luscious butt cheeks moving with each step towards the bedroom.

The End

492 Family Gathering

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It was a big family gathering.

Each year, our extended family would meet at a ski resort for rest and relaxation. There were always laughs and cheers since most of us lived far apart and we rarely got to see each other except for the holidays.

I still lived with my mom while I went to college. We went to the retreat together, along with my mom's fiance (she was about to get married for the second time).

As always, I had a hard time keeping my eyes off my Aunt Jackie as she was an extremely sexy 48 year old woman. She has this outgoing and fun personality that everyone enjoys being around. But what really catches peoples attention is how voluptuous her body is. Her breasts are just massive along with a nice curvy round ass. She doesn't even try to hide it either since she always wears tightly fit clothing. Her long sassy brown hair only adds to her attractiveness.

Just as the conversation at the table finished, we all headed off to do our own things. My mom headed back to her room for a quick nap. And the other guys decided they wanted to hit the ski slopes early.

To my surprise, as I neared my room to change my clothes, Aunt Jackie caught up with me and asked if we could have a brief private conversation.

When we went to my bedroom for privacy, I couldn't stop wondering what exactly she wanted. We rarely ever talked in private. Maybe she was planning a surprise for my mother, who was getting remarried soon, I figured.

Inside my room, we both sat on my bed and got comfortable. We were facing each other and there was a look on her face which showed that she had a lot on her mind.

"I'm so glad you and I can finally have some alone time together. I've been meaning to speak with you about something for quite a while now" Aunt Jackie said.

"Sure, what is it?"

"Well, I know about you and your mother. What you two did in the past. She told me everything that happened," she said with a huge grin.

I wasn't sure what she implying that she knew about our special relationship or something else.

"What do you mean?"

"She told me that you used to spy on her. Then it escalated from there. She told me all of it. Frankly, I think the whole thing is so romantic, you know, two people in a forbidden relationship."

The big secret was finally out. I shouldn't have been that surprised since my mother and Aunt Jackie have always been extremely close. In some weird way, it was super arousing that Aunt Jackie knew, and that she approved of the past incestuous relationship.

"I'm surprised she would even mention a word of this to anyone since she was so uptight about making sure it only remained between us."

"I'm sure that was her intention, but I know my sister very well. I knew she was getting laid after the divorce. But she kept telling me she was single. But I was persistent, and believe me, I was able to pry ever little juicy detail I could" she said with a smile.

"Yeah, well it's definitely not something you hear about everyday," I told her.

"So are there any updates? Do you think there's any chance of you and your mother doing something again? I can't tell you how much I've enjoyed the thought of the relationship continuing. I find this whole thing so arousing."

There was a look on her face. Her body slightly squirmed when she admitted that it was arousing. It was painfully obvious that she enjoyed talking about my mother's sex life with me.

"No updates. I doubt anything would ever happen again. She's really happy with her new fiance."

"Well that's too bad" she said, looking disappointed.

"For me anyway, but I'm really happy for her."

"You're right."

"What about you and your son Ronnie?" I asked. "Mom told me how you showed him your naked body to get him to stop spying on you. Is that still going on? And what did he see anyways? I've been dying to find out but my mom would never tell me."

"Ah, that. So we're discussing me now eh?" she replied with a sense of excitement. "But fair is fair I suppose. He walked in on his father screwing me from behind. Since then he kept trying to peep on me getting dressed or look down my shirt. It had gotten to the point where I figured I'd be better off just showing him the goods and getting it over with. And it worked, I don't have to look over my shoulder worrying if someone is spying on me. But I still like to keep him satisfied from time to time. I find it kind of enjoyable actually."

"Really? Is that what I think it means?"

"No, we've never gone that far. I still show him my breasts sometimes and...to be blunt...let him masturbate in front of me if I'm in a generous mood or if he's really pestering me about it. I'll admit I get a nice thrill from watching him stroke himself to me."

"Jeez, that sounds like a pretty damn good deal. I wish my mom was like that. And Ronnie's a lucky guy too since you've obviously got a lot to show" I said, looking down at my aunt's large breasts.

"Why thank you," she said as she blushed a little. "I'll tell you what, I know how much you miss being with your mother, and I could really sympathize with what you're going through, especially since you'll be seeing her a lot of with her fiancee these next few days. So if you want, I wouldn't mind helping you out a little with your needs. I've seen you checking out my boobs over the years, so maybe they could help get your mind off your mom while we're all at this resort together."

I was surprised by what she had just offered. By the look on her face, she was completely serious. The obvious signs of arousal were all over her facial expressions.

"Are you sure?"

"Only if you're interested of course," she said. "And you look very interested."

She didn't wait for me to respond as she already knew what the answer was. That's when she stood up from her chair and pulled her thick wool sweater over her head, leaving her standing in her bra and jean pants. Her heavy set breasts were amazing to look at up close. It looked as if her bra was ready to burst at any moment because of how heavy her tits were.

She reached back and unclasped her bra letting it fall to the floor. The moment her bra was undone, the weight of her breasts suddenly dropped down revealing her bare set of tits, which were easily d-cups.

I was floored by the sight of her large sagging perfectly shaped round globes. She must have had some of the largest areolas I had ever seen on a woman, which were light brown- not to mention her large brown nipples to top it all off.

"42 DD's. Do you like them?" she asked as she modeled them for me.

"I LOVE them...Jeez, I can't believe what I'm seeing. I've never seen a pair of tits like these in my life" I proclaimed to her.

"I'm glad you enjoy them...You don't have to be shy around me. You can take care of yourself now if you want to. I don't mind" she said looking down at the erection protruding through my pants.

I didn't reply. Instead, I just unzipped my jeans and pulled them down around my ankles along with my underwear, leaving me completely exposed. I slowly started masturbating looking directly at my aunt's chest.

She sat down and continued watching me. "So there's the cock that's made my sister so happy. It looks really nice."

We continued this for the next few minutes where we each put on a show for each other; I jerked off my throbbing cock for her, and she squeezed and massaged her large breasts and nipples for me. The look on face showed how much of a thrill she was getting out of all this.

We both got what we wanted. I got to finally see her large hanging breasts after years of fantasizing about them, and she got to be admired by another younger man besides her own son. We both had a thing for incest as well.

"I'm about to cum," I panted.

"Keep going...I want to see it," she replied as she continued to fondle her chest for me.

A large stream of my cum shot into the air as I climaxed- then another, and then another. Her eyes widened as I came. It looked as if she lusted for more, but restrained herself to keep things from escalating. I kept stroking until there was nothing left. And after I finished, I collapsed on the bed for a moment, letting the feeling sink it for what I had just done with my aunt.

She wasted no time as she got up and began putting on her bra after my orgasm.

"That was quite a show," she said as she grabbed a few pieces of tissue paper from the nearby counter and threw them on top of my flaccid penis.

"I could say the same about you," I said as I started cleaning myself. "This was really a lot of fun. Do you think we can do it again?"

To my surprise, she had a look on her face as if she was giving it a serious thought. It was surprising because of how willing she was to take her top off for me and have me jerk off to her.

"I'll think about it I guess. And just so you know, I didn't come here with the intention of this happening. I obviously got a little carried away."

She bent down and gave me a kiss on the forehead after she put on her sweater and picked up her purse.

"Thanks" she told me and then left my room.

The rest of that day was spent doing what families normally do at big gatherings. We all had a great time together going skiing, eating, and just spending quality time together as a large family. It was nice being around all my other relatives and uncles and cousins which I hadn't seen in ages.

But despite all that, I couldn't stop thinking about Aunt Jackie. We both acted normally afterwards, in fact, we barely spoke to each aside from saying 'hello' or other simple pleasantries. I fantasized about her breasts that night and how erotic our encounter was. One thing was for sure, she was right about her ability to get my mind away from my sexual feelings for my mother.

We had all finished breakfast in the dining room area and everyone was planning their next activity for the day. But for me, all I could think about was my aunt's breasts (still). I needed to see them again. I needed to experience what we shared again, even though I knew it was wrong. But the biggest hurdle was the 'when and where' since there wasn't much space for privacy with all our relatives around.

That changed when our family members started getting up to leave, and my Aunt Jackie and I were coincidentally still at the counter to refill our drinks.

She leaned forward next to me. "Having a good time? I can't wait for another round of skiing today."

"I can't stop thinking about you," I suggestively whispered in her ear, not knowing how she would react.

Her eyes widened and she immediately looked around to make sure no one had heard me say that.

"You ought to be a little more careful with this. If anyone ever found out what we did yesterday, both of us would be in a world of trouble."

"Don't worry," I teased. "I made sure no one was around."

"So what are you doing after this? Up for anything fun?"

I was surprised that she offered. There was a playful little smile on her face and a gleam in her eyes.

"Always."

Her smile slightly widened. "I promised myself that we wouldn't do anything naughty again...but since you're asking...is there anything you had in mind?"

"I don't know. I hadn't thought about."

"There's a bathroom down the hall- why don't we do it there? It's a lot quicker than going back to my room. We'll figure out what happens next."

"Sounds like a plan," I replied.

We both casually snuck off together. It was tricky going to the bathroom together, but we managed to pull it off. Aunt Jackie began to undress and neatly placed her clothes on the bathroom countertop.

"I've been dying to see your breasts again since our last meeting ended," I told her as she stood in her bra.

"I've been thinking about you as well. And I hope I'm not the only one who's getting undressed here..." she replied looking down at my crotch.

"Of course not."

As I began unzipping my pants, she reached back and unclasped her bra and put it on the counter, letting her giant sagging globes go free. She wasted little time as she looked me in the eyes and massaged her thick breasts for my viewing pleasure. She even pinched her thick brown nipples and rolled them around with her fingers.

I fulfilled my end of the bargain by taking out my fully erect penis and stroked it for her. She had something more exciting in mind as she got down on her knees right in front of me.

"I have a better idea..." she said on her knees, as she lifted her big tits and used them to smother my cock.

It was the first time we had ever physically touched each other in a sexual way- my cock in between her cleavage as she used all of her strength to press her boobs tightly together. She then started pushing and pulling her breasts back forth in forceful motions. Her soft fleshy breasts felt amazing. The pace of her hands and jiggling breasts against my throbbing cock increased since we were short on time.

If that wasn't enough to get me off as quickly as possible, she then released my penis from the grip of her breasts and started licking the tip of my cock like a lollipop. She wasn't licking it gently either as if she just wanted to taste it, she was licking me using the full force of her tongue- from the bottom of my scrotum all the way to the head of my cock.

When she figured there was enough foreplay, she inserted my entire cock into her mouth. Before I had time to even comprehend what my aunt had just done, she began sucking my cock so hard that I nearly fell over because of the pleasure. The suction from her mouth was like a vacuum, but with a warm tongue and plenty of saliva to keep everything wet.

She looked me straight in the eyes as she started moving her head back forth, all the while maintaining her tight grip on me using only her mouth. The bathroom was filled with just the sound of my aunt sucking and slurping on my cock. Before long, the pleasure became too much and I felt like I was going to explode.

"I'm going to cum...I'm going to cum," I moaned to her.

A loud plop sound came out of her mouth as she pulled her head away from my penis. She immediately grabbed my wet cock and began furiously pumping it. At that point, her saliva, which was all over my cock, started dripping onto her breasts and on the floor.

"That's it...cum for me...cum for your Aunt," she said in a sexy voice which I had never heard from her before.

She got what she wanted as I shot a huge load of cum onto her. She greeted it with a wide open mouth that was ready to catch any stream of cum headed towards its direction. The cum that didn't make it to her mouth landed right on her breasts. She kept jerking me off until every last drop of sperm was out of my body and onto hers.

It was a beautiful sight. My aunt's mouth, chin, and voluptuous breasts had been covered in my cum. She took a big gulp and swallowed everything in her mouth. Then she stuck her tongue out and ran it through the opening of my penis, consuming whatever was left over.

"Your cum taste good," she said as she used her index finger to scoop the sperm off her chin and breasts before putting it inside her mouth to eat. "I really like your cock as well. Your mother is very lucky."

"I should be the one complimenting you. That was fucking incredible. I haven't felt anything that good since I was with mom last year."

She gave me a big smile, "I'm glad you liked it, but we better hurry. We wouldn't want anyone to get any ideas about us, would we?"

"Of course not."

"Maybe we can continue this later," she winked. "If your mother doesn't want to take care of you anymore, then I will. Somebody has to keep your cock satisfied, it might as well be me."

She proceeded to wet some tissue paper in the sink and she used it to clean off any evidence of a sexual encounter. She even rinsed her mouth. My final erotic look at her breasts came as she put on her bra. She literally had to lift each sagging breast and place them inside each individual bra cup. And then when she reached behind to clasp her bra, it lifted her breasts back in a more presentable fashion.

"You look like you have a lot of experience doing this type of stuff in a public bathroom," I joked, referring to her cleaning efficiency.

"No comment," she said, flashing another smile.

We all had fun on the last day of our family vacation. Our entire family hit the ski slopes in the morning and we all had a great time hanging out and playing in the snow. But once again, all I could think about was being with Aunt Jackie again. I felt nervous being around her, but she had no problem acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary with me.

A few of us had plans to meet in the pool later that afternoon. As I headed down there in my swimming trunks and t-shirt, I coincidentally ran into my favorite aunt who was headed in the opposite direction. She looked really sexy wearing a thin sweater and sweat pants.

"Hey Aunt Jackie," I said, waving at her. "Where are you going?"

She grabbed me by the hand, "Come with me. We're headed to my room."

I didn't have a choice in the matter. I didn't want a choice either. She was determined to have her way, and I went along with it.

We started walking down the hall and up the stairs and she spoke low enough so only I could hear her.

"I told my husband that I didn't feel comfortable prancing my big boobs around the pool with our family and kids around, so I told him it would be best if I headed back to my room for a quick nap" she said with a grin. "They'll be in the sauna afterwards, so we should have enough time without getting caught..."

"I like the sound of that"

She gave me a big kiss as soon as the door shut. It was the first time our mouths had ever touched and it felt amazing. It was wonderful feeling her warm wet tongue in my mouth.

"Come on, over to the bed," she said as we walked to the bed and she took off her sweater revealing her small bikini which looked like it could barely contain her heavy breasts.

Aunt Jackie did a seductive little dance as she called me over. It was an instant turn-on and I was spell bound.

"I don't think I've ever met a woman as wild as you."

She laughed. "Care to do the honors this time?" she asked as she lifted her hair and turned her back towards me so I could undo her top.

All it took was one pull of a string for me to uncover her big tits. While her back was still facing me, I reached around her body and grabbed them for the very first time while I planted kisses on her neck and face. Her breasts were soft and dense at the same time, and my penis immediately started to become erect as my fingers rolled through her large brown nipples.

She turned around to face me and we began kissing on the mouth again. But it wasn't long before I bent down to bury my face in her irresistible breasts. She helped pull my head down with one hand, and used her other forearm to lift both of her breasts, smothering my face in her giant tits.

I stuck my tongue out and greedily licked as much of her as I could while still being smothered. She let go of the back of my head and used both of her free hands to lift up both tits, inviting me to suck on her hardened nipples. And I did just that, rolling each one of her nipples in my mouth causing her to moan in pleasure.

She freed both of her hands to take her bottom off, and I lifted her breasts to continue sucking her nipples. She took a step back revealing her fully nude body to me for the first time. She was incredibly voluptuous, not just with her large breasts, but with her wide hips as well.

I got a nice view of her large rear end as she walked over to sit on the bed, which jiggled heavily each time her legs moved.

"It's time for you to return the favor from yesterday..." she said with a naughty look on her face as she sat on the bed with her legs spread wide open for me.

"Anything for my favorite aunt," I replied as I pulled my t-shirt off and got down on my knees.

I took a quick look at her vagina which was right in front of my face. Her pubic hairs were dark and neatly trimmed. And her vagina looked the way I imagined it to look for such a busty woman, as it had a long labia and a large clitoris.

I planted kisses on her crotch before making my way down to her vagina. After a few more kisses, I stuck my tongue out and ran it across her labia before sticking my tongue inside her. She moaned right away. Her moans became more intense as I started sucking and licking the insides of her soaking wet pussy, causing her to lay back on the bed while I continued performing oral sex for a few more moments.

She put her hand on my head to get me to stop, "Lay on the bed now, I want to fuck you. We better hurry."

I pulled my swimming trunks off, leaving us both fully naked in her room, and laid on the bed. She positioned herself on top of me and grabbed a hold of my hard cock and slowly lowered herself. She held her vaginal lips open to allow the head of my cock to enter her. As soon as I went in, she lowered herself all the way down, allowing me to fully penetrate her warm vagina.

She started fucking me by slowly gyrating her hips. Then she started increasing her tempo, which had her tits swaying back and forth. The motion became more intense with our uncontrollable lust for each other. Before long, her giant sagging breasts were wildly bouncing in all directions. Seeing that and feeling the warmth of her hot pussy as we fucked had me in a state of sexual ecstasy.

She pressed both of her hands onto my chest, leaning on me, and started fucking me even harder.

There was a sex filled look on her face as she rode my cock. She was clearly an experienced woman. She was a perfect milf who knew exactly what she wanted in bed. The lust filled look in her eyes never went away, and neither did the slight smile on her face as she gyrated back and forth.

Her breasts swinging around was hypnotic. It was every man's dream.

Throughout the sexual encounter, she kept telling me how much she loved my cock. Her hands roamed my body. It was like she knew exactly what every man wanted to hear in bed. And she knew exactly how my body felt during sex. She was the perfect pro with the sexual skills of a porn star.

When she sensed that I was on the verge of an orgasm, she clenched her vaginal muscles tightly and she had a teasing look on her face.

"That's it...cum for me...cum inside your favorite aunt..." she said as her big tits were now swaying just above my head.

The tightness of her squeezing vaginal muscles was more then enough to send me over the edge to cum inside her. Streams of cum were now flowing deep into her womb. She reached down with one hand and began furiously rubbing her clit, which was now covered in my sperm. It was obvious she was having an orgasm of her own as she moaned loudly and squeezed her eyes shut.

Then she collapsed on top of me after we both came. It was nice feeling her heavy breasts on me while we were both trying to catch our breaths over what we had just experienced together.

She rolled over to the side and finally spoke with a heavy breath. "So how do I compare to your mother in bed?"

I smiled at her and leaned over to kiss her cheek. "You're both incredible women who I love very much, and have had amazing sex with, which I'll remember for the rest of my life. And we'll just leave it at that."

"You're such a sweetheart. My sister is crazy for giving you up. You're a really good fuck."

"So what's next?" I asked her. "I mean after all this, when we all head back home to our normal lives, would you still be interested in keeping this up? I can understand if you don't."

"I would absolutely love to continue this with you," she said with a mischievous smile. "But there's something you should know first."

"What is it?"

"I've been doing more with my son than I've admitted. I've done more than just showing him my breasts and allowing him to masturbate in front of me."

"I kind of figured that," I replied, unsurprised by her admission. "There's no way anyone could resist your body."

"True. I usually use my mouth on him, like what we did the other day. My husband knows about the whole thing and he loves hearing about it. I've also told him about everything I've done with you."

"Really?"

She nodded. "He loves hearing about it. He thinks it's so hot. Maybe someday soon, I'll tell your mother. I'm sure she'll be so happy for us."

"I hope so."

"Until then, we should enjoy our time together."

With that said, she smiled and gave me a kiss on the lips. Then she moved down and took my cum covered cock into her mouth. She worked her magic. It wasn't long before I became hard again.

The End

493 Fantasies of a Good Mother

HeyAll

Laura stood on the small dock overlooking the lake.

She was standing next to a real estate agent, deciding whether to buy the property or not. The house was large and spacious. The area was quiet and serene. It was Laura's second time visiting the property with the realtor, and everything seemed perfect to her.

"Beautiful view isn't it?" the realtor asked. "I never get tired of coming here."

Laura nodded. "Neither do I. A place like this is exactly what I'm looking for."

"Based on the things you want, I'd have to agree. Here you have a large property all to yourself, which is perfect for writing books. And there are plenty of outdoor activities, including swimming and hiking. The views on this property are amazing."

"I'm sure my son would love that," Laura added.

"Your son will be living here as well?"

"That's part of the reason why I want to move to this area," she replied. "It's a great place to write a book, and it's close my son's college. He can live with me instead of a dorm, and I would have a nice place to work."

The realtor smiled, "I think that's wonderful. You two would be so happy here."

"I think I agree," Laura smiled back. "Let the seller know that I'm interested in buying this property. I'd like to move in as soon as possible."

Fantasies of a Good Mother

Several months later. Laura sat in the office room of her new home early in the morning. There was a computer on her desk, along with family pictures and papers. Boxes were laying around the room, some opened, some remained closed. Everything had the look of someone still in the process of moving in.

She leaned back on the chair after receiving a call from Janet, her manager. The two became close friends after Laura hired her over a decade ago.

"How are things in your new house?" Janet asked. "Is your writing coming along well?"

"I'm still getting settled in. I love it here. But I'm a little scattered on the writing. I'm working on a few different things at the moment, little by little. Nothing solid, unfortunately."

"I know how that goes," the manager replied. "Anyway, it's fair to say that you're not deeply involved in writing any new stories at the moment right?"

"Pretty much. I have a few ideas for more crime novels. The usual stuff."

"Good," Janet replied. "Because there might be a way for you to take your career to new heights."

"Which is?"

"Erotica."

Laura was taken aback. "Erotica? You mean erotic stories?"

"Precisely," Janet replied. "Erotica is highly in demand right now, and the market is craving for new and exciting authors. Someone like you could easily write a big hit in that genre."

"I'd hardly consider myself 'new' given how long I've been doing this line of work."

"But you would still be considered a new author in the world of erotica."

Laura thought for a moment. "Erotic stories aren't my thing. You know that."

"I know. But I also know that your recent books have seen a steady decline in sales. You're not drawing an audience the way that you used to."

"Every author goes through a slump at some point. It's natural. As my manager, I expect you to understand that. Besides, the stuff I'm working on right now has plenty of potential to become bestsellers some day. So please, spare me the advice."

"Well as your manager, it's my job to give you advice which could help your career."

"Changing genres isn't exactly the kind of advice that I pay you for," Laura quipped.

"Listen, I've already spoken with the people at the publisher's office and they think it's a great idea. With your name recognition and writing credentials, it's almost certain that your erotic novel debut will be a big hit with readers."

"You think so?"

"I've been in this business longer than you have," Janet replied. "So take my advice. The publishers agree with me, and they said they'll give your first erotic novel a large promotional push."

There was a long pause on the phone.

"Let's say that I decide to write an erotic story. Frankly, I can't guarantee that it would be any good. I've never done it before."

"Not a problem," Janet said without care. "I can send you some short erotic stories that I've recently helped get published for another client of mine. Obviously I don't want you to copy them, but you can use them for inspiration."

"Do you think the original author will mind?"

"No way. She's actually a big fan of yours. She speaks very highly of you."

"Your client who writes erotic stories is a woman?" Laura asked.

"Not all erotic stories are written by horny old men. Women write them too, smart ones. And women also read a lot of erotic stories. Welcome to the new world."

"Thanks for the warm welcome," she sarcastically replied. "Email them to me and I'll take a look. No promises. I'll see if I can come up with something worth writing."

"It shouldn't be much different than writing a crime novel. Story, suspense, characters, build-up, and then the grand finale. In this case, just end it with hot steamy sex. It's that simple."

"Easy for you to say," Laura replied.

"Like I said, I've been in this business for a long time. If you're short on ideas, I hear that using real life inspiration works."

"Great. I'll bang the mailman when he comes around so I can sit in front of the computer and write about it."

"That'll work," Janet replied. "I hope you have a sexy mailman."

"You're making me excited now."

"Good, maybe that'll help you get started. Have fun."

Laura playfully sighed. "This is going to be an interesting couple of months if I actually decide to do this."

"Interesting, tantalizing, and exciting. Get used to it. I'll email you some erotic material for you to read. Hopefully that'll get your juices flowing."

"I hope you mean my creative juices."

"That too," the manager joked.

STORIES OF SEX PERVERSION *

Laura spent the next two hour sitting in front of her computer reading erotic short stories. It was her first time ever viewing pornographic themed stories, and they impressed her. None of them were overly vulgar as she had anticipated them to be. They were subtle, with slow build-ups, character development, and satisfying conclusions of sexual encounters.

The first story she read focused on a female office manager who was too busy to date. The main character noticed that her female co-worker was coming to work with lines on her arm and back. Eventually, she asked the co-worker what those lines were, and after a lengthy conversation, the co-worker admitted she was visiting a BDSM club. The co-worker gave her boss a card and explained the benefits of visiting such a place. The female office manager eventually decided to have a look and it changed her life forever.

The second story involved a male college professor who had recently been divorced. After mid-terms, one of his students approached him with an offer. She was a sexy cheerleader from a wealthy family. She bluntly offered him sexual favors in exchange for good grades. The professor strongly refused and threatened to report her to the Dean. His morals and integrity as a professor were more important. The student, however, was persistent and never gave up. The professor reluctantly accepted the agreement and was sexually satisfied in his office by the college girl. It was a cliche story, but enjoyable nonetheless, she thought.

The third story featured two adult women who were childhood friends. They both recently went through painful divorces and sought each others company. They became closer than ever before. They understood each other and found the true value in each other. It was a lesbian story.

'This might not be so difficult after all,' Laura thought.

She acknowledged to herself that the stories were titillating at the very least. At that point, she understood the appeal of erotic stories, and why they were finding mainstream success. If her mind wasn't so focused on work, she would have been much more aroused.

There was a faint splashing noise coming from the lake. She heard it through her open window and stood up to look outside. Tom, her son, was outside swimming. It was beautiful outside, and it would have been a travesty for her to be trapped inside the house working all day, she thought.

'I really need a break.'

Laura undressed in her bedroom. After getting naked, she put on a one-piece bathing suit and covered it with a large tshirt. She grabbed a large towel and headed outside.

The distance from the house to the lake was short. Laura and Tom made eye contact as she walked towards him on the wooden dock. Tom looked comfortable and relaxed while treading in the water.

"Mind if I join?" she asked.

"Sure," he smiled. "The water is great."

After she put her towel down on the dock, Laura pulled her tshirt overhead and stood in her bathing suit. She noticed that Tom was watching her, but she didn't mind. It was normal for people who swam. She dove in the lake and swam underwater for a while, enjoying the blissful feeling of nature's water against her skin. Once she needed air, she came back to the surface and treaded on the water alongside her son.

"You must have done a lot of writing," he said.

"What makes you say that?"

"You've been crammed in your office all morning."

"I was reading a couple of short stories," she replied. "Janet wants me to write Erotica."

"You mean erotic stories?"

Laura nodded. "Yeah. Janet thinks it'll be a good career move since erotic stories are so popular nowadays. Apparently the publishers are willing to give me extra promotion if I write my first adult novel."

"Really?" he laughed. "Mom, no offense, but you should stick to crime stories."

Laura reached in the lake and splashed water on Tom's face.

"Very funny. You don't think I can do it?"

"It's just that I have a hard time imagining you sitting in front of the computer to write a sex story," he playfully replied. "That's all I'm saying."

"I'm glad to see that you have so much faith in me. I hope you remember that my career as an author pays for this expensive home and your college tuition."

He smiled, "Don't worry, I didn't forget. And I think you'll do a great job writing an erotic story. I'd love to read, even though it would be kind of awkward knowing you wrote it."

"Believe me, I considered that part already. My parents, family, and all my friends would probably be reading it too. But I'm not interested in making anything overly raunchy or explicit. I'll probably go with something more on the romantic side, you know, a reflection of the human condition. That's usually where I do my best work."

"Does this mean you're going to write it?"

"Seems like it," she replied. "Maybe Janet is right. It'll be great for my career, and a great way to add variety to my work."

"Awesome. I'm sure it'll be a fun read."

Laura flung her arm and splashed water on Tom's face again, and they laughed.

"Come on," she said. "I'm getting tired. Let's go back inside and I'll make lunch."

That night. After spending the day coming up with ideas that led nowhere, Laura furiously typed away on her computer. She thought of something which could work. Writing an erotic story had never crossed her mind before, but it was becoming a reality.

~~ The beginning of the story revolved around a middle aged woman who recently moved to a secluded home near the forest. It was to be her place of solitude. While out hiking, she meets a handsome young man who was also exploring nature. They started a small conversation and become friendly. Their conversation ended and they continued on their separate ways, but the older woman was smitten by the chance encounter. The woman knew they would eventually cross paths again. It excited her, even though she knew it was taboo because of their age difference. ~~

Once Laura finished typing the opening to her first erotic story, she emailed it to Janet to get her feedback. It was 11:35 pm by the time she finished typing. She brushed her teeth, washed her face, and then went to sleep.

THE PLACE OF SOLITUDE DEPRAVITY *

Early Sunday morning. It was 8:14 am when she checked the clock. Laura slid her right hand between her legs and began to rub. It was a common practice for whenever she awoke with a sense of arousal. Her fingers rubbed her clitoris for a few moments before entering her vagina. Morning masturbation was her favorite way to start the day.

Her mind wandered to unusual places. Like most people, she had her favorite fantasies. She usually fantasized about classy men her age, sweeping her away in a moment of romance. But this time, she thought about the scenario in her story with an older woman meeting a much younger man. She imagined that she was that older woman.

Then, for reasons unknown, she imagined that Tom was the younger man. It was the first time that he was ever the star of her masturbation fantasies. She had always thought of him as a handsome young man, but those thoughts never became sexual. She imagined herself kissing him while swimming in the lake together. Then she imagined herself naked with him on the hiking trail, holding each other tight. Then came the long sex session.

Her eyes were shut and her toes started to curl while she masturbated. Before long, she had an orgasm. She checked the clock to see that it had become 8: 49 am. She had been masturbating for over half an hour, then she rested her head back onto the pillow. A feeling of bliss flowed through her body from the orgasm, and it was all thanks to an unusual fantasy over her son.

'Where did that come from?' she asked herself, surprised by her own thoughts. 'My little secret.'

Laura got out of bed and washed herself in the bathroom. Afterwards she undressed in her bedroom and wore a casual tshirt and sweatpants.

The phone rang. It was 9:16. She checked the caller ID to see that it was her manager.

"Well good morning Janet," she happily answered.

"Aren't you in a good mood today," Janet replied.

"What do you mean? I'm always in a good mood."

"Not like this," her manager replied, knowing something was different. "Anyway, I saw your email late last night and I immediately forwarded it to the Publisher's office."

Laura's mind suddenly became alert. "Did he call you back? What did he say?"

"As it turns out, the Publisher loves what you've written so far. He says if the rest of the book is that good, he's going to give you a huge promotional push."

"That's great. I certainly wasn't expecting that."

"I knew you could do it," Janet replied. "The timing is perfect since your contract is set to expire soon. If your first erotic novel turns out to be a big hit, then I would have an easier time renegotiating another contract for more money."

"That never hurts," Laura smiled to herself.

"So I assume the story is in full swing?"

"No pun intended, but it seems like it."

"Good. How long do you think before it's finished?" the manager asked.

"The usual. It should probably be a few months before it's done. Maybe less since I think I can do it fast. The story is fairly simple, so it shouldn't be hard."

"Wonderful," Janet said happily. "The publisher wants to put this story out for the holiday season, so I told him that you'd be done before the end of summer. So it looks like you'll have a busy next few months of writing."

"What would I do without you?" she replied sarcastically.

"You'd still be a writer, but you'd be making much less money with a different agent. That's for sure."

Laura laughed. "Good point. Now I better get to work before I miss that strict deadline you've placed on me."

She went downstairs for breakfast. Once she was in the kitchen preparing her morning coffee and fruits, Tom came to the sink after finishing his breakfast cereal, which he ate in front of the tv. To him, it was just another lazy weekend, in contrast to his mother, who was still gleeful from the powerful orgasm she gave herself.

"Hey there," she winked.

"You're in a good mood this morning," he replied.

"Why does everyone keep saying that?"

"Everyone?"

"I just got off the phone with Janet and she said the same thing."

"Oh. Because it's true. You don't seem so grumpy."

"I guess I woke up on the right side of the bed," she replied, knowing what the real reason was.

Tom quickly washed his bowl in the sink while Laura prepared her food.

"So you talked to Janet this morning huh?" he said. "Does this mean you're officially making that story?"

"I am."

"That's great. At least you've got something to focus on right? You seemed kind of bored these past few months."

"I did?"

"Yeah, trust me. I notice these things. You look bored whenever you aren't writing a novel. I can always tell whether you're working or not. When you don't write, you look completely unmotivated. But when you're writing a novel, you seem much more energetic and motivated to do things."

She smiled. "Maybe that's why I look so happy this morning."

"That makes sense."

Tom placed the bowl in the dish rack and was about to leave.

"Do you have any plans today?" she asked.

"Not really. I've got a paper to write for class, but it's easy. I'll probably go swimming again today. This place is awesome. I'm glad you bought it."

"I'm glad you like it," she replied. "How about we spend some time together before lunch?"

"Sounds good."

Hours later. Laura and Tom were both outside on the lake again. This time, instead of swimming, they were floating on small individual rafts. They wore their bathing suits and enjoyed the bliss of floating on water, along with the rays of the sun while they tanned.

"This is heavenly," she said.

"You've got that right."

"I'm glad we moved here. I missed you when you were away at college. So it's nice for us to be together again."

"This beats living in a tiny dorm. That's for sure."

Laura splashed water on him.

"Is that all this place is good for?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Of course not. Your food and cable tv are pretty good too."

"You won't be laughing once I start charging you rent."

"I'm only kidding," he replied. "You're the best mom in the world. Happy now?"

"Much better."

They continued lounging around in the sun. Laura extended her limbs and dipped her hands feet into the water, which was slightly cooler than the day before. Time slowly passed as they enjoyed being alone together.

SEARCHING FOR EROTIC INSPIRATION *

Several weeks later. It was an early Friday afternoon, and the day already felt long. Laura was home alone and was busy writing. Tom was still in one of his college classes so Laura had a few more hours to herself. She found herself staring at the computer screen with nothing else to write.

'What happens next?' she asked herself.

It was like the characters were frozen in time on her computer. The older woman and younger man were interacting, but it stopped there. Venturing towards an erotic storyline was a new process for Laura, and she couldn't figure it out. Laura put her hands behind her head and leaned back on the comfortable chair. Then she stood up and paced the room back forth. Her pacing moved to the hallway.

Her eyes darted to her son's room. The door was slightly open and she could see his messy bed. Her eyebrow raised and she had a dirty thought.

'Why not,' she thought. 'It's not like he's ever going to find out.'

Laura undressed and tossed her clothes onto the floor. It wasn't long before she was completely naked. She casually walked towards Tom's bedroom, unabashed by her own nudity. When she was in his room, a dirty feeling came over her. The taboo gave her a surreal feeling. She walked around his room and looked at his things before stopping to look at pictures on the wall. There were pictures of Tom with his friends, and with family. Her eyes focused on the pictures of her with Tom.

She brought both hands down to her vagina and rubbed. Her eyes never left the pictures of her son. The dirty feelings continued to overcome her. It was depraved, and she knew it, but it was for the sake of her erotic novel. That was her rationalization.

When her legs started to become weak, she looked for a decent place to sit. She decided on his bed. Before she laid down, her eyes turned to the tiny flashlight near the bed. It was waterproof and smooth. It was less than 6 inches in height. Perfect, she thought.

Laura picked up Tom's small flashlight and laid down on his bed. She spread her legs wide open. Her eyes were open, looking at the ceiling, and she inserted the backside of the small flashlight inside of her vagina. She pushed it in, using it exactly like a sex toy.

'Oh,' she gasped.

Images of her own son passed through her mind. None of them were proper. All of the thoughts were depraved and filled with debauchery. Her eyes closed and shifted around. Her lips quivered. Her toes curled. The rate she used the small object increased in speed, and she rubbed her clitoris. She knew she would have to wash it with soap later.

She came.

After dinner that night, Laura went back to writing her story:

~~ The older woman continued her daily walks through the hiking paths and occasional swimming in a nearby lake. The solitude was what she wanted. She was a wealthy woman who retired early after years of hustling in a major city as a corporate executive. She enjoyed the quiet and slow pace for a change. But deep down, she longed to see the young man again.

The older woman younger man eventually met. They talked, and they become even more friendly than their previous encounter. They agree to meet again at the same place the next day.

When the next day came, they had a picnic together and ate lunch by the lake. She built up the courage to ask him about his dating life. When he said he was single, a part of her was delighted. When he told her that she was beautiful, her heart raced. They shared a tender kiss. ~~

Laura turned off the computer when it became late and she was tired. Her writing process had always been visual. She would imagine the story in her mind, then she would type it onto the screen. With her erotic story, she imagined herself as the older woman, and Tom as the younger man.

She washed herself in the bathroom. Then she turned off the lights and went to bed.

It was mid-Sunday morning. Laura and Tom went on a long hike on the nature trail. They reached a point where they were overlooking a forest area and a nearby river. They stood in silence for a moment and their eyes gazed at the beautiful scenery.

"I still can't believe how gorgeous this area is," she said, looking at the view. "We're extremely lucky to live here."

"Yeah. You're right."

"This place does wonders for my writings."

"I can tell."

She raised an eyebrow. "Can you?"

"Yep," he said with a smile, as he turned towards his mother. "You seem so much happier here, like you're more relaxed. In our old house, I could always tell whenever you were short of ideas because of that annoyed look on your face. I never mentioned it because I knew you would be offended, but I thought it was kind of funny."

Laura shrugged. "Maybe you're right. I can be in a mood sometimes if my work isn't going well."

"So I guess that means your erotic story is pretty good so far. You seem happy."

She looked at him skeptically, wondering if he was being sarcastic or not.

"It is. It's going really well. It's entitled, The Place of Solitude Depravity. I really like it so far."

He smiled, "Sounds like a classy story."

"What were you expecting me to write? Two people randomly meeting on a train somewhere and deciding to have sex for no apparent reason?"

"That doesn't sound like a bad idea mom."

She playfully slapped his arm. "I'm sure that's standard reading material for someone like you."

"I prefer pictures and videos," he joked. "But seriously, I can't wait to read it. I love reading your work."

"Thanks. This is obviously much different than what I normally write. But you might find it interesting."

"Well, what's it about?" he asked.

Laura suddenly felt slightly uncomfortable. "Love and romance mainly. It's about a female corporate executive who decides to change the pace of her once busy life. She has enough money to retire and finds solace in nature. She meets a younger man. I'll just leave it at that."

There was a slight awkwardness in the moment, and Laura wondered if her son could make the connection between the story idea, and her real life sexual fantasies. But in her mind, Tom didn't think anything of it. Why would he?

THE ULTIMATE SEXUAL TABOO *

A few weeks later. Janet poured two cups of coffee and served one to Laura. They were in her downtown office having a private meeting. Janet sat behind her desk and Laura sat across from her.

"Great news," Janet said. "The Publisher is thrilled with what you've written so far. You'll be getting a big promotional push before the release. In terms of business, we'll wait and see how sales go before we renegotiate. I think we're in a great spot."

"Perfect."

"I couldn't have said it better. Maybe you've finally found your calling as an author."

"You mean as an erotic author?" Laura smiled.

"Exactly. It seems to suit you."

"The funny thing is, if you had told me a few months ago that I would write an erotic story, and actually enjoy it, I would have laughed it off."

"Frankly, I don't blame you for thinking that," Janet said casually. "I wasn't sure how this was going to turn out. But you did it. Your latest work is some of the best I've ever seen."

"Well it's not done yet. All it needs now is more build-up and the dreaded sex scenes."

"I have faith that you can work your magic and make something sexy for people to read."

"Hopefully," Laura replied.

"How did you come up with those characters anyway? This story is more detailed and realistic than any of your best crime novels."

"It's more or less the same process," Laura said. "I think of the story I want, and who the characters are. Then I think about what makes sense for them to do, or say. I visualize it to the best of my abilities, and then I write it down. It's as simple as that."

Janet nodded. "That makes sense. But still, were there any inspirations this time around?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Because you always use real life people as inspiration for your characters. So there has to be someone in mind. I'm curious who it is."

Laura paused for a moment. "There's someone in mind. You're right."

"Is he handsome?" the manager asked with an eyebrow raised.

Laura smiled. "Yes, he's handsome."

"Aren't you going to tell me who he is?"

"I'd rather not. But I'll admit that it's a fairly unusual source. The sex scenes are going to be provocative to say the least."

"I like the sound of that."

"You're the agent of several erotic story authors right?" Laura asked.

"Correct."

"Do you have any advice for making a satisfying conclusion? You've read a lot more erotic stories than I have, and you certainly know what readers want."

Janet thought for a few seconds. "In your case, since you're using someone in particular, I'd say to push his buttons in real life. Tease him. Make him want you. From there, you can fill in the rest with your own active imagination. The conclusion writes itself after the main climax."

"Do you really think that's going to work?"

"I know it will," Janet replied with complete confidence.

"Easier said than done."

"So is life. But that's the process. You've written a spectacular story so far, and it needs a spectacular ending. Who knows, you might even enjoy it."

Laura's heart rate started to pick up. She felt herself becoming aroused at the thought of doing something perverted with Tom.

"Maybe you're right," Laura replied.

"How long have we known each other?"

"Longer than I care to count."

"Exactly. And when have I ever been wrong?" Janet asked.

"I don't recall."

"Exactly. Now let's go have lunch. My treat."

Later that night. Laura sat in front of her computer and continued her story to the point where it almost reached its first sex scene.

~~ The older woman struggled with her feelings when she was alone. The younger man was constantly on her mind. She found herself thinking about him during odd times, no matter what she was doing. She masturbated thinking of him. She waited patiently to find him outdoors during the weekends. Whenever they met, they would spend time together. Sometimes they would kiss if no one was around.

Before long, the older woman made an offer she could never take back. She bluntly offered the younger man a chance to make love in her home. He was invited to come to her home at a later date when he had the proper time. ~~

Laura slid her hand down her panties. The more she wrote, the more real the story became.

She rubbed her clitoris in a circular motion with her index finger. Her eyes were still open, and she looked at a picture of her son which was on the table. It was the ultimate taboo.

Lewd thoughts filled her lustful mind. She imagined herself kissing her son. He kissed her back. They caressed and fondled each other in her fantasy. Soon they were naked. She got on her knees and took his manhood in her mouth until completion. Tom graciously returned the favor.

Laura came.

She laid blissfully in her chair for a while. Then she went to the bathroom to wash her hands with soap. Afterwards she removed her panties and used a paper towel to dry her vaginal area.

When she got back to her computer, she opened her email account. The cursor on the screen hovered over her files, and she thought for a moment. Laura took a deep breath and attached the entire story to an email, and sent it to her son.

Once the email was sent, she went to bed, unsure of what would happen next.

The next day. It was a Saturday morning and Laura was in the kitchen pouring herself coffee. She wore a simple robe with a blouse underneath. After she took a sip of the hot drink, Tom came down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Morning," she said, taking another sip of her drink.

"Hey mom," he replied as he headed straight for the food. "I saw your email."

Her eyebrow raised. "Did you read it? What did you think?"

"Seriously? That thing is over a hundred pages long and I just woke up."

"Reading is a great way to start a morning. Remember that."

"Maybe for you it is."

Laura gave him a frustrated look. "The reason I sent it to you is because I wanted your opinion. You seemed curious about it, so I gave you a copy of what I have so far."

"I know. I know. I'm still busy with school work and exams are coming up. I'll read your story eventually, and I'll let you know what I think about it."

"Great," she smiled. "Your school work is a lot more important obviously. But read my story when you have extra time."

"I glanced at the first few paragraphs and it looked nice. Seriously, I can't wait to read the whole thing."

"Just wait until you get close to the ending," she winked before taking another sip of her coffee.

DIRTY FANTASIES OF A PROPER WOMAN *

One week later. Laura and Tom laid on their separate rafts, just a few feet apart, and enjoyed floating on the lake. Sunbathing on the water had become their favorite weekend activity together. She wore the same one-piece bathing suit, and Tom was shirtless wearing only his swimming trunks. Their feet were in the water. There was a long stretch of silence between them.

"I finally got around to reading your story," he said randomly, breaking the silence. "I finished it last night."

Her eyebrow raised. "Well what did you think about it?"

"I thought it was really good," he smiled. "I don't normally read that sort of stuff, but it was good."

"I'm glad you think so. It's my first time venturing towards that territory, so I'm interested in what people have to say."

"What did Janet say about it?"

"She loves what I have so far. So do the people at the publisher's office."

"Good," he replied.

"What did you think of the characters and their interaction so far?"

"Very realistic. When I was reading it, the scenes were easy to visualize. Those are the kinds of stories I like to read. It was like watching a movie."

"That's what I always try to achieve," Laura replied. "I try to make all my stories feel seamless, exactly like you said."

"You did a great job on that."

"Any preferences for the ending?" she asked. "I'm still undecided on that part."

Tom thought for a moment and then smiled. "Not really. I'll leave that up to you."

"Why are you smiling?" she asked skeptically.

"No reason."

"I know that look on your face Tom. Just tell me. I want your honest opinion."

"The main character in that book is based on you isn't it?"

Her eyebrows raised. "What makes you say that?"

"The personality is just like yours. Similar backstory too. I can imagine you saying those words whenever I read the main character talking. It sounds exactly like you."

Laura felt her heart rate gradually beginning to increase for reasons she couldn't understand.

"Does that make you uncomfortable reading it?" she asked.

"Why would it?"

"Because I'm your mother."

"But you're also human," he replied. "So you have a thing for younger men. Big deal. That's common for women your age. No offense."

Laura looked at him with an 'If you only knew...' type of expression on her face.

"That's a reasonable opinion," she stated. "I'm glad you're being mature about this. That's one of the reasons why I wanted your thoughts. You're always honest with me."

"I'm a mature guy. What can I say?"

She gave him a motherly smile, "You can answer my question and give me your opinion on the ending. We can talk like adults here. I want the perspective of someone your age, since the male character in the book is also a college student."

Tom thought for a moment. "I think the characters going inside the house to have sex is way too bland. It's too expected. You need to spice things up a little. I think the book would be more erotic if they had sex outside. That way, there would be elements of exhibitionism voyeurism to it."

"Is that something you enjoy?"

"It's just my opinion. You asked, and there's my answer."

"I like that idea," she replied. "That kind of ending floated in my mind for a while, but I wasn't sure about using it since the older woman is more reserved when it comes to sex. She's struggling with her feelings for the younger man, but she also wants to take things further. That's the appeal of an erotic story in my opinion."

"How are you going to decide?"

"I do what I think feels right. I think of it like hacking a combination lock; I keep turning my thoughts until something clicks. I don't write until it feels perfect. That's the way I work."

"So if the main character is based on you, then you'll probably go with a safe ending," he said playfully.

"Oh really? And why is that?" she asked curiously.

"Because you're so reserved," he said as a matter-of-fact. "I can't imagine you writing about people having sex outdoors. So you'll probably go the more traditional route and keep them indoors."

She raised an eyebrow. "You sound so sure of yourself."

"I'm usually right when it comes to women."

Laura felt her heart rate continue to rise. Talking about her sexuality with her own son of all people was a secret thrill.

"You're still young," she replied. "And you still have a lot to learn about women. Even the most reserved woman can still have dirty fantasies."

"True. But I still predict you're going the safe route with your story. You don't seem like someone who would write a raunchy sex scene."

"Why? Because I'm afraid of outdoor sex and nudity?" she asked, as if it were a challenge.

"Basically."

Laura pulled the side of her bathing suit down and completely exposed a bare breast. It was entirely impulsive. Her face was expressionless and she watched her son's reaction. Tom's jaw dropped and his eyes widened. His eyes were locked onto his mother's brown nipple as if it were hypnosis.

After a few brief seconds, Laura placed her top back in its rightful position, covering her breast once again. A burning feeling was between her legs, and she was fully aroused, but she didn't show it.

"What were you saying about me being a prude?" she smiled, watching him squirm.

"I...I...uh..."

"Like I said, you still have a long way to go when it comes to learning about women," she replied.

"I...guess so..."

"I'm glad we finally understand each other. It's a beautiful day, so let's enjoy it rather than argue."

Laura leaned back on her raft and looked up at the sky. One impulsive move sent a sexual charge through her body. She smiled to herself over what she had just done. It amused her that Tom had suddenly become so flustered after seeing her breast as if he had never seen one before. It was like he had a school boy innocence again, even though he was a young man who was experienced in sex.

An hour later, Laura was in her bedroom furiously typing away on her computer. Inspiration came to her, but it was mostly from what had happened with Tom earlier.

~~ The older woman saw the younger man at a distance. She walked towards him with a purpose. She had originally planned on inviting him to her house where they would have coffee, talk, and eventually make love. That was how she originally envisioned their first romantic encounter.

Instead, she carried a picnic basket with her. Once they came face to face, she told him they should find a quiet spot to have lunch. And they did.

They finished their food under the shade of a tree. Her eyes constantly looked around to make sure they were alone, and they were.

Without a hint of warning, she looked him in the eyes and began to undo the top of her thin sundress. He didn't say a word, he just watched. Then she exposed both of her bare breasts to him. They kissed. They made love. ~~

By the time Laura finished her first sex scene, it was 5:48 pm. 'Darn it,' she thought. Her mind kept working, and her fingers wanted to keep typing. But she prided herself on always preparing a nice dinner for her son in a timely manner, so she had to stop.

That was the kind of loving mother she was.

UNDERNEATH THE SMALL COVERS *

Laura was in her home office early the next morning, looking through her window. Her eyes were on the lake and the trees. She was on the phone with her manager.

"I'm impressed with what you've been writing so far. I didn't think you were capable of getting this explicit," Janet said over the phone.

"Neither did I," Laura replied. "But let's just say that I took your advice, and the results were better than I anticipated."

"Hmmm. Aren't you full of surprises lately."

"I know. I've been surprising myself ever since I started writing this book."

"Is there anything else I should know about?" Janet asked with a gossiping tone. "It sounds like you've had an enjoyable experience."

"It's complicated. Trust me."

"Whatever you're doing, keep it up. Whoever this guy is has brought out a completely different side to you."

"That's what I'm afraid of," Laura replied with a faint sigh.

"Don't tell me you're starting to fall for your inspiration."

"Like I said, it's complicated."

"What exactly did you do with him anyway? Can you at least tell me that much? You've peaked my interest."

Laura playfully sighed. "I flashed one of my bare breasts to him while we were in the lake together."

"No way. You didn't? Did you?"

"I'm afraid so."

"God, the lake next to your house?"

"Yes."

"Gosh, that's so bad," Janet replied in disbelief. "Weren't you afraid that your son might have seen it?"

"You have no idea."

"This new version of you is really something. It's like you're possessed."

"That about sums it up," Laura agreed. "Since I started writing this book, I found something which struck a chord deep inside of me. I can't explain it. I don't think I ever could. But it makes me feel alive."

"I think I know what you're going through."

"You do?" Laura asked, wondering if her secret had been discovered.

"Yes, I do. You've discovered your secret fetish. It's okay. Everyone has one. You happen to like younger men."

"Oh, right."

"I was with a much younger guy recently," Janet admitted. "I never told anyone about it because I was afraid of being judged. But I'm telling you because apparently we understand each other now. Obviously you have the same fetish, so we can trust each other with this."

Laura smiled to herself. "I'm lucky to have a friend like you. And I'm glad you introduced me to the world of erotica."

A few hours later. Laura and Tom walked down their backyard dock towards the lake. Tom was shirtless, wearing only his swimming trunks. Laura's body had a towel wrapped around it, and she carried more towels in her arm.

Once Tom dove into the lake, Laura placed the towels onto the wooden dock, and then she removed the towel wrapped around her body. She was wearing a two-piece bikini which showed off her bare midsection, and Tom's eyes immediately took notice. What surprised her the most was that Tom made no effort to conceal that he was staring at her.

"Nice body mom," he said playfully, while treading in the water.

"Thanks."

Laura slowly made her way into the water, feet first, before going all the way in. She dove beneath the surface and swam underwater before eventually making her way back up. They treaded the water together and enjoyed the beautiful day.

"You seem different lately," Tom noted.

"Really?"

"I don't know. You just seem looser, more relaxed. You used to be embarrassed showing off your body. And of course that moment we had yesterday."

She smiled, "You mean showing off my breast? I don't regret that. It was worth seeing your priceless reaction to it."

"That's what I mean. You never would have done something like that before we moved here."

"I know. Believe me, I feel like a woman on the verge of a sexual rebirth."

His eyes widened. "Did you just say..."

"I did," she replied, cutting him off. "Writing this novel has really opened my eyes to new things, sexually speaking."

"Oh," he nodded.

"Does that bother you?"

"Why would it? Everyone goes through fazes like this at some point."

"Well, does it make a difference if you were the person I had been fantasizing about to write the story?" she asked, curious of his reaction.

"I kind of already knew," he replied.

Her eyebrow raised. "You did?"

"I had an idea when I figured out the main character was based on you. But I wasn't sure until yesterday, when you flashed your boob. I could tell how aroused you look, even though you tried to hide it. Your face said it all."

"You're too smart for your own good. You know that?"

"You never seemed to mind," he smiled.

"I like that you're being so mature about this," she replied. "I'm actually impressed. I think you deserve a reward of some kind."

"Like what?"

Laura reached behind herself and untied her bikini top. She removed it while continuing to tread the water. Then she lifted the loose bikini overhead and dangled it, before tossing it to the open water. Once again, it amused her that Tom was so dumbfounded by her nudity. She thought it was cute that Tom tried to gaze at her breasts through the water.

"Now you're just torturing me," he said, with his eyes on his mother's body.

"Maybe I am. Take off your swimming trunks."

"Are you sure?"

She nodded. "I haven't done anything this crazy since college. I'm feeling nostalgic."

Tom smiled and quickly reached down to pull off his trunks. For a moment, he sank underwater while removing his bottom, but then he quickly reappeared to the surface. His hand held up his swimming trunk overhead just like his mother did. Then he tossed it to the water, just like his mother did.

Laura reached down and did the same, tossing her bikini bottom to the lake. They both swam naked.

"Feels nice," he said.

"I know. I'm glad we're sharing this moment together."

"I agree," Tom said with a strange expression.

"You look like you have something to say to me."

"Nothing. It's just, I like this mom. It's nice."

Laura swam closer to her son until they were both face-to-face. They looked each other in the eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Their lips met. The kiss was soft at first. Tender. Once they became comfortable kissing, they started to make out. Their tongues met and their embrace became passionate.

She ended the kiss, released her arms, and swam backwards towards the dock.

"You can keep swimming here for a while longer," she said. "I'm headed inside to prepare lunch."

All Tom could think about was that they were naked and in a completely open area.

"Aren't you afraid someone might see you like that?" he asked.

Laura smiled, "If I was worried about being seen, I wouldn't have gotten naked and thrown away my bikini in the first place."

Once she reached the dock, Laura climbed out of the lake, naked. She was deeply aroused knowing that Tom was staring at her naked ass and backside. She then proceeded to walk naked back to her house, out in the open, without a towel covering her body.

CONFESSIONS OF A LOVING MOTHER *

The next day. It was a Monday morning, and Tom's class was canceled at the last minute because the professor was sick. As much as she wanted her son in school, Laura was happy at the fact that she got to spend another day with Tom.

She was in the kitchen making sandwiches and preparing other snacks. Everything was placed inside of a picnic basket, which also contained a small blanket so they could sit outside and have lunch together. It was the final act of her secret fantasy for Tom.

Hours later. Both of them were taking a casual walk through the forest. It was a beautiful day and they took comfort in the shade of the trees. They passed by other hikers, their neighbors, and they exchanged greetings before continuing on their separate ways.

"Have you decided what you're going to do after college yet?" she asked as they continued walking.

"I've thought about it," he replied. "I might apply to a grad school and see what happens. Maybe I'll try law school like we've always talked about."

"Whatever makes you happy. I'll support your decision one-hundred percent."

"You're the best," he smiled.

Laura looked around and saw a flat surface on the ground. No one was around, and the area felt serine. Everything felt right.

"This looks like a perfect spot," she said. "Let's have our picnic here."

They unfolded the blanket and placed it neatly on the ground. They removed their shoes and were barefoot. Once they sat down comfortably, Laura opened the picnic basket and neatly took out the wrapped food. They ate in silence, with only the sounds of nature in the background. They looked at each other, and she knew Tom was thinking of something to say.

"You have that look on your face again," she said in a motherly voice.

"I'm just relaxing."

"But you have to be thinking something. I can always tell whenever you have something on your mind."

"I can't stop thinking about yesterday," he replied. "I've thought about it a lot."

"I assumed you would."

"Do you regret doing it?"

Laura thought for a moment. "A part of me does. The other part doesn't. I had fun, and obviously you did too."

"Sure I did."

"Did you masturbate thinking about me afterwards?"

"Okay, this is starting to get embarrassing mom."

"It's a simple question," she smiled.

"Fine, I did. Did you?"

Laura nodded. "I did. Would you be offended if I told you that I had been fantasizing about you for the past several weeks?"

He looked at her skeptically. "You can't be serious. Are you?"

"Why would I lie about that?"

"I'm not sure."

"It's the truth," she replied. "It started happening when I began writing the book. I wrote it with you as the main inspiration, and things escalated from there. I'm not sure how, or why it started. I'm not proud of it, but that's the truth."

"Oh," he gasped.

Tom looked at her with another dumbfounded expression on his face. He was completely and utterly speechless from his mother's revelation.

"Is that all you have to say for yourself?" she asked with an eyebrow raised. "Say something. Tell me what's on your mind. I want us to be open and honest with each other."

"Yesterday wasn't the first time that I had ever thought about you in that way before. I've done it a few times. Seeing you naked for the first time was pretty exciting."

She smiled, "Actually, you didn't get to see me entirely naked. My breasts were underwater, and so was my private area. You only got to see my naked backside."

"True."

Laura put her food down, and she reached to her chest and began to unbutton the top of her sundress. It was like a scene from her story. She nervously unbuttoned her top. Her face was stoic, and she wanted to see his reaction.

By the time the last button was undone, she opened her top and revealed her breasts. Her breasts were average sized, slightly sagging. Her large brown nipples quickly hardened from the exposure to the breezy air, and from her own sexual arousal.

"Like it?" she asked.

"I love it," he replied, slightly nervous. "You're beautiful, mom."

"Do you want to see the rest?"

A sly grin appeared on Tom's face. "I thought you'd never ask."

Laura adjusted the way she sat, and she spread her legs apart. Once she lifted the bottom of her dress and her vagina was exposed. It was covered by a small patch of dark pubic hairs.

"There," she said. "Now you've seen everything."

"Technically, you mentioned something about being entirely naked. I've only seen your lady parts. Not the rest," he smiled.

She gave him a motherly look. "Smart ass."

Laura got up, standing on her feet, and took a deep breath. With one swift move, she pulled the thin sundress overhead and tossed it to the grass. She stood completely nude in front of her son. Her body reflected her age, which is what Tom preferred.

"That's more like it," he replied. "I think you're flawless."

"I'd say the same about you, if I knew what you looked like underneath those clothes."

"You want me to get naked? Here?"

She nodded. "Where else?"

"Someone might walk by and see me."

"So it's okay for me to be naked out here, but not you?" she asked sternly.

"Good point."

Tom stood up and quickly removed his clothes. Laura loved how completely unabashed he was about his own nudity. She loved his eagerness and sense of self-confidence. Seeing his naked body made her wet between the legs. Being naked with him made things hotter. The moment he removed his underwear, she saw his fully erect cock.

"Not bad," she said, looking him over. "About what I expected."

"Thanks I guess."

They both gazed at each others nudity. Laura smiled and walked closer to her son until they were nearly face-to-face, standing on the picnic blanket. Their nudity was on full display for the world to see, but no one was around. It was their private moment.

"When you had dirty thoughts of me, what did you think about?" she asked. "What did you want to do to me?"

"Dirty things. Just about everything."

Her eyebrow raised. "Is that so?"

"Yep. And you? What did you think about?"

"Mind if I show you? There's been something I've been wanting to do for a while now."

"By all means," he smiled.

Laura got down on her knees and immediately began to admire her son's erection. She gazed at it like a woman seeing a man's sex organ for the very first time. It was special to her. It was her son's.

She rubbed his legs with both of her hands. Then she rubbed the back of this thighs. Every touch made him grow harder. That's when she rubbed his penis with her hands, continuing to admire it. She liked the way it felt in her hands. It was soft, yet rock hard.

The first kiss she gave to the head of his penis made him twitch. She continued kissing it, the head and the shaft. Then came her tongue and she licked his penis like it was dessert.

Her lips opened, and then she finally did it. She bent down and inserted the tip of the hard cock inside of her mouth. She closed her lips around the head and sucked. Hearing Tom moan in pleasure gave her pleasure as well. She sucked harder. Then she moved her head down so that she sucked the rest of the throbbing shaft. It wasn't long until she formed a rhythm, bobbing her head up and down on her son's cock.

The more pleasure Tom received, the more pleasure she had as well. Sucking his cock gave her an overwhelming feeling which flowed down her spine and inside her vagina. Feeling his hard cock in her mouth made her come to life sexually like nothing she had ever felt before.

She slowed her rhythm, then came to a stop. She took it out of her mouth and held it in her hands once again. It was wet from her sucking. She gave it another kiss.

"I think that's enough for now," she said playfully, holding his wet cock in her hands.

Tom looked like he was in pain. "You can't stop yet. It aches really bad."

"That's the idea. But I need you to do something first. Are you good at pleasing women?"

Tom's eyes lit up. "You bet I am."

"Good. Hopefully I don't have to give you any lessons."

Laura let go of his penis and laid down on the blanket. She laid flat on her back, and she spread her legs open while looking at Tom.

She loved the fact that Tom had a boyish wonder about her body. She watched him lay on the ground with her, and his eyes were glued to her open vagina. He marveled at it, staring up close.

"You're soaking wet," he said. "I've never seen anything like that before."

"Then you have some idea what I've been going through lately."

"I bet."

"Do me a favor. Start licking."

Laura watched Tom give her a sly grin before bringing his face down between her legs. She watched him press his lips against her vagina. She felt his mouth against her labia, and she felt his tongue on the inside of her pussy. Laura closed her eyes in bliss and enjoyed the oral favor. Tom's tongue moved up and roamed her clitoris. He aggressively licked up and down, side to side. It darted in and out of her soaking wet pussy. He didn't care how wet she was, he slurped everything inside of his mouth and swallowed it. He loved doing it as much as his mother loved receiving.

"Oh god..." she gasped, squeezing the blanket with her hands.

When she looked down again, she saw that Tom was looking at her while continuing to eat her pussy. It was at that moment that she realized just how much Tom had been lusting after her for all these years. The burning sensation between her legs only became worse, and it was an insatiable lust which could no longer be satisfied with just oral sex.

"Take me now," she groaned. "I want you to have me. My body is yours."

"Are you sure you aren't going to regret this later?"

"I'm only saying what my heart wants. My body needs this. I won't regret it later."

The smile on Tom's face showed that he agreed. Laura watched her son get on his hands knees and crawl over her body. He planted kisses on his way up, starting with her stomach, then her breasts nipples, and then he positioned himself over her. They were face-to-face, with Tom on top, and Laura underneath. Their eyes were locked, and they felt each others breath. Their skin was pressed tightly together. They could feel each others heart pounding.

"Your body feels so soft," he said in a moment of candor.

She reached down and grabbed his throbbing erection. "And you're extremely hard right now. I want it inside of me."

Laura used her hands to guide his erection towards her entrance. He lowered his body and positioned himself so that his cock would slide right in to her vagina. Given how wet and hot her pussy was, entering was easy for him.

Both of them gasped after his throbbing hard cock went inside of her womanhood. They crossed a line that no mother/son ever should, and ventured towards becoming an unholy coupling. They looked at each other realizing that it was something they could never take back- ever. Her response to that was to wrap her legs tightly around her son.

"Do it," she said forcefully. "Fuck me."

Tom was taken aback by his mother's words. She rarely ever cursed, and she always used proper language. He expected that she wanted to make love, but she had other plans. In the mood she was in, she wanted sex, and she wanted it hard.

After the first thrust, Laura's eyes widened and her face started to change. What started out as an innocent fantasy had become a reality. She looked Tom in the eyes as he continued to thrust. Her heart pounded fast. Her blood was flowing. Her sex drive was reaching its peak. She wrapped her arms around Tom's neck and tightened her legs around him, then she enjoyed the deeply intimate moment.

Moans escaped her lips. They became louder and louder. The harder Tom fucked her, the louder she became. The more Tom thrusted, the more her face changed and contorted. She couldn't hide the pleasure she was feeling. She didn't want to either. She was bare and vulnerable to her son. She wanted him to see her pleasure.

"Fuck me!" she yelled in a moment of raw passion. "Fuck me!"

Her eyes opened and closed. Each time she told Tom to 'fuck' her, he obliged and went harder. She could tell that he liked hearing those words. It was obvious that her son liked the dirty talk from his highly educated and respectable mother.

Her strength soon faded from the pounding her son was giving her, and she released her arms and legs from gripping Tom's body. Her body became limp, and the only energy she had was released in her moans and cries. Her legs remained spread, and her feet were planted on the blanket.

When her hands were on the blanket, she felt Tom grab a hold of them. They held hands, looked each other in the eyes, and enjoyed their sexual moment. He continued pounding away and they became even more intimate than ever. Beads of sweat were forming around their faces. Their minds and bodies were consumed with lust for each other. Their hearts were pounding, and they had both reached the absolute height of sexual arousal.

Nearly every muscle in Laura's body contracted, and it was almost scary to her. Her body had never felt that way before. Her arms and legs contorted, and her toes curled. Her lower back arched violently. Fluids gushed from her vagina and made a terrible mess on the picnic blanket.

Her body soon became unresponsive after an intense orgasm, and Tom continued pounding away.

"Mom...I'm going to cum," he groaned in her ear.

"Inside me. Inside me."

Tom grunted out loud and Laura felt his body stiffen, and soon he flooded her womb with spurt after spurt of his fresh cum.

Minutes passed and they laid side-by-side, naked. Their bodies cooled down and their sweat dried. Their breathing returned to normal. Neither of them said a word. And neither of them cared that someone might walk by and see them.

"I'm at a loss for words," Laura said, looking up at the blue sky.

"That's a first."

She playfully slapped his chest. "I better wash myself before your cum dries on my legs."

"Most of that cum is yours, mom."

"I know. But female cum is easy to wash off. Once your cum dries, it would feel crusty and thick. That would make the walk home rather unpleasant."

Laura stood up, naked, and she walked towards the forest area. She didn't bother to put her dress on.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"I'm going to wash myself in the river."

Tom followed his mother. They both got in the small river stream and cleaned their sexual organs from their cum stains. They splashed each other with the cold water. They laughed, and they had fun. Then they kissed.

Weeks later. A wave of inspiration came over Laura at night. She was dressed in her nightgown, sitting in her bedroom, typing furiously. The conclusion to The Place of Solitude Depravity was nearly finished:

~~ The older woman and the younger man continued their sexual rendezvous in the forest. She continued wearing a thin sundress whenever she would meet him, with nothing underneath. The weeks passed and every meeting felt like a new adventure. They would always find someplace outdoors where no one was around, and they would have sex. Being naked in the outdoors was a thrill, but being intimate with each other was a sensation she never could have imagined.

After a few more weeks, the younger man broke the news that he was leaving. He had been accepted to a grad school on the other side of the country, and they wouldn't have a chance to see each other anymore. It was painful to her, heartbreaking, but she came to terms with it. On their last meeting, they made love in her bedroom, on her bed, for the very first time. It was the last time they ever saw each other.

The End ~~

Laura took a long and deep breath. Finishing a novel was always a powerful feeling. She felt relief. It was like a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. What amazed her the most was how fast she wrote the entire thing, but that was mainly due to her love for the story, and the inspiration she got from her son.

After turning off the computer, she stood up and stretched. Her arms were held high, and her legs were spread apart. A smile crept across her face.

EPILOGUE: ONE YEAR LATER *

It was an early morning. Laura sat naked in front of her computer screen in the bedroom. She was working on a new story, and she was on the phone with her friend Janet.

"I'm almost finished with the new one," Laura stated over the phone. "It should be ready for another holiday release."

"Excellent. The people at the publishing office are going to be thrilled. Especially if it's anything like the last one."

"I'm positive it will meet expectations."

"You know, you never did tell me about the guy who was your inspiration for the last book," Janet said in a gossiping manner.

"Maybe one day I will. I hope you understand."

"Sure. We all have our little secrets."

"I agree," Laura replied. "But I confess that the guy who was my inspiration for my last book, is also my inspiration for the new book."

"I love the sound of that. You're such a bad girl Laura."

"And it's all your fault."

"I know. I take full credit for that," Janet said playfully.

Laura laughed. "I should get back to work. It was great chatting with you again this morning."

"Of course. Send me a copy of your first draft when it's done. I can't wait to read it."

"It's a steamy one. You'll love it."

"I always do. Bye."

"Bye."

They both hung up the phone, and Laura went back to work, furiously typing away at a new story.

Before her mind could fully commit to what she was writing, her bathroom door opened. Tom had just finished brushing his teeth and washing his face in her bathroom. He was completely naked, and he walked behind his naked mother to give her a big hug, and to squeeze her breasts from behind while giving her kisses on the cheek.

"Busy again?" he asked in between kisses.

She kept her eyes on the screen. "I like staying busy."

Tom's hands squeezed his mother's breasts. His fingers played with her hardening brown nipples, and he continued kissing her face. Laura's eyes were still reviewing the computer screen.

"Are you too busy for me?"

"Of course not. Where else would I get my story ideas from? You're my inspiration."

"Is that all I am to you?" he replied jokingly. "Just your inspiration?"

Laura's eyes were still busy on the computer screen. "Of course not honey. I love you very much."

"If you're going to keep working and ignoring me, then I think you should at least have breakfast first. It's the most important meal of the day, and you need your energy to write."

She turned her chair around and looked Tom in the eyes. "Oh really? Is it that time already?"

"I believe so."

"Good, because I'm starving."

Laura casually bent her head down and took her son's erect penis inside of her mouth and began to suck. She bobbed her head fast with her lips wrapped tightly around his throbbing cock. Tom closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure. It wasn't long before he came inside of his mother's mouth.

The End

494 Feeding on Mom's Breast Milk

HeyAll

Andrea searched through the crowd of the fancy event, looking for her son. It was an Art Gala for high society, where everyone wore their best suits, dresses, and gowns. Now, more than ever, she was thankful she had dragged her son to this sort of event.

She finally spotted him standing in front of a large sculpture, which would soon be auctioned off for charity.

"There you are," Andrea said. "Something's come up."

His eyes perked. "Are we leaving?"

"Just the opposite. I need your help."

For a split second, Andrea noticed her son's gaze briefly going up and down, admiring her beauty. She had dressed up for the occasion and she knew she looked dazzling. She wore extra makeup, her hair was done, her earrings sparkled, and she wore a gorgeous blue dress which showed off her full chest.

She was used to this. The combination was potent; her son was a young man, and she had a great set of voluptuous tits. The truth was, very few men could resist the sight of her breasts whenever they were put on such an elegant display.

Normally she'd feel slightly dirty from her son's wondrous gaze, but on a night like this, those desires could be useful.

"What is it?" Tyler asked.

"Remember when I introduced you to Zara?" she asked, referencing her dear friend, whom her son had just met. "She's the Persian woman. You shook her hand earlier."

Tyler smiled. "She's the one making a big donation tonight, right? Yeah, of course I remember her."

So it seemed her son had the hots for Zara, too. She ignored it and forged ahead.

"Well, she was breastfeeding in a private area and a security guard told her to cover herself because of an idiotic and sexist policy. It's ridiculous."

Andrea was officially miffed and she didn't care if anyone at the gala overheard this conversation. There were far more important things on her mind, like making sure this never happened to another breastfeeding mother here again.

"That's a bummer," he said. "Knowing you, I'm assuming you're going to do something about it."

She huffed. "We're planning to show our defiance. It's 2019 and it's not okay for women to be treated like this. Breastfeeding isn't indecent, and neither are our bodies. So we're going to..."

Her voice trailed off when the gravity of the situation sunk in, but her heart was strong and her resolve was unshaken. Yes, this would be a daunting task, but it was necessary to make social progress.

"You were saying?" he asked, wondering why his mother had just frozen.

She snapped out of it. "This is a private matter. Follow me."

Andrea softly grabbed her son by the wrist and pulled him away. She guided him out of the event, towards the outer hallway. She looked around for a quiet place and made a turn down the hall.

They were near an emergency exit which had total privacy. But they were close enough to the gala where they could still hear the lively conversations happening.

Finally, Andrea continued her point. "We're going to show our defiance by making a picture collage of our breasts and lactation. No names or faces. But it'll be something meaningful to show that a woman's breasts and her milk are powerful and marvelous. Hopefully it'll change some of the discriminatory policies against women here."

Tyler seemed breathless for a moment, before giving a short, awkward nod of approval.

"I need your help," she said, this time with more confidence. "I can still produce milk, but I need a partner. I need the right stimulation."

"You still have... milk?" he almost stammered, nervous to speak of this towards his own mother.

Andrea paused, then nodded. "I'll just be honest. Contrary to popular belief amongst men, breast milk never really goes away, as long as the glands are routinely stimulated. My glands have remained stimulated after all these years because... well... they just have. I need your help, okay?"

On a night like this, Andrea was more than willing to forgo the traditional norms of any mother/son relationship. It was worth the sacrifice of crossing boundaries with her son. Fighting for women's rights meant everything. It was her life's calling.

In a simple motion, she pulled aside the left side of her dress to expose her large, pendulous breast. It was shaped like a globe with a large brown nipple pointing forward. She felt her big nipple growing hard from the exposure.

As expected, her son's eyes were glued to her tit. Tyler's eyes widened and his jaw nearly dropped.

"Let's be adults about this," she calmly stated, holding her breast out. "I need you to nurse from me. Get my milk flowing. Then after I take a picture of it, we'll head back to the party. Sound okay?"

"Are you sure? I mean, you want me... to do that?"

"My milk flows best when there's suction and stimulation. And I certainly don't want to ruin my lipstick."

He gulped deeply. "I should have mentioned before... but, ummm... I'm actually a big supporter of women's rights, too. I'm a male feminist... ummm... in every way. I think you're 100% right about breastfeeding. It's a blessing for humanity."

Andrea wanted to laugh at her son's finesse. During all these years, whenever she went on a rant about equality, her son's eyes would glaze over. Now, her son's eyes were lusting after her exposed nipple. Tyler only had one thing in mind.

"Go ahead," she said, jiggling her breast. "You have permission to suck on my big nipple. Enjoy it while you can."

He nervously nodded. "I'll try my best and hopefully you'll have the best picture."

There were a few seconds of awkwardness as she watched Tyler freeze. Under normal circumstances, when a woman like Andrea had a breast exposed and offered it for a man to suck, it would be devoured in an instant.

But she recognized that this was far from normal. In fact, it was extremely unusual. This was her adult son! She understood Tyler's reluctance. She was reluctant with this situation too, but it had to be done, nonetheless.

Offering a guiding hand, she cupped the back of her son's head and gave a gentle pull, letting Tyler know that it was okay to proceed. That this was all for the sake of a good cause. Tyler finally gave in.

In a flash, her son's mouth covered her nipple, engulfing it. Looking down at her chest, she could hardly believe what she was seeing. She saw her son's lips wrapped fittingly at the tip of her breast.

When the first hard suckling occurred, she nearly lost her breath and her mind felt like it was in a frenzy.

"God that feels nice," Andrea sighed, before catching herself. "I mean, you're doing a terrific job so far."

"Mmm Hmmm..."

Her son's humming approval sent vibrations through her nipple and chest. There was no denying it, her pussy had turned wet. She was very aroused. As she was being nursed by her son, her worst fear came true.

Andrea's pair of big nipples had been an incredible erogenous zone all her life. They were the most sensitive parts of her body aside from her clitoris. Pinching, pulling, and sucking on her big nipples sometimes turned her into a borderline nymphomaniac. If done correctly, it could even give her an orgasm or two.

Having this done by her son? She hadn't anticipated that the added taboo of Tyler sucking on her tit would have a serious reaction on her senses. She watched her son's lips sucking and pulling on her nipple. Her nipple stretched. She savored the feeling of her milk flowing into her son's mouth. She watched her son gulp down every drop of milk. Did he like the taste? She wondered.

At this point, she knew she should have stopped this. Her milk was flowing and she could take the picture she needed. However, women's rights had been pushed to the back of her mind. At the forefront of her thoughts was the intense feeling on her nipple and the ravenous sensation between her legs.

It was almost like hypnosis, watching her son suckling and nursing. She couldn't peel her eyes away. If this continued for a few more minutes, she'd surely cum in her panties. And she was a loud cummer.

"This feels so natural, doesn't it?" she asked inappropriately, but she did her best to make it sound like it was part of the process.

Tyler looked up, spit the nipple out, and massaged the breast. "It does feel natural. I'm glad we're doing something for such a great cause. You're delicious, mom."

Her son's eyes were so innocent and pure. Her son's lips were laced in her white milk. She was so happy that her son enjoyed the taste. But her maternal side wanted to stop this. Her son was an 18 year old adult!

"Tyler, I think we have enough... ohh!!"

While trying to stop her son, Tyler went back to work and continued sucking on her nipples, stopping her in her tracks. Her body froze and all she could do was watch helplessly and her son sucked even harder, stretching her big nipple with powerful sucks.

Tyler spit the nipple out. "We have to do the other nipple also. I know that breasts can feel uneven if one is drained and the other isn't."

"Oh, Tyler..." she paused, mystified by what was happening.

Her son pulled on the right side of her dress, exposing her fresh breast, and he sucked on it. The same feelings of naughty pleasure returned to Andrea as milk flowed out of her right breast, and into her son's mouth.

She tried to rationalise this in her mind. This was her son. The milk produced by her body was solely intended him. If not for Tyler, then who else? This was nature's gift. It was how nature worked, after all.

At the same time, she knew that this had turned completely sexual. Looking down, passed her son's suckling mouth, she saw a bulge in his pants.

Andrea reached below and squeezed the front of Tyler's pants, feeling a healthy-sized erection, which was full and hard. Tyler didn't flinch from the squeeze, surely he was enjoying it.

"You're hard," she moaned.

He looked up and nodded, spitting the nipple out. "This is for a good cause. Breastfeeding is delicious... I mean, umm... it's the most natural thing in the world. That's why I'm helping you."

She gasped as her son went back to work. This time, Tyler squeezed both breasts hard, cupping them from the bottom curve as he sucked on each nipple, one after the other.

"There's another way you can help me," she whispered, struggling with her emotions as her body pressed against the wall.

He spit the nipple out again. "Yes? Anything."

The sight of her son's eager eyes and milk-covered lips was almost too much to bear. This had never been a fantasy of Andrea's, but now it was the ultimate rush. The ultimate taboo that complimented the beauty of her breasts.

"Will you fuck me?" she whispered, looking Tyler in the eyes. "Lift my dress and I'll wrap a leg around you. You have no idea what you just did to my nipples. I'm an emotional wreck."

His eyes revealed his shock. "You really need it that badly from breastfeeding?"

"I'll explain everything later, but I can't go back to the gala like this. Not when I'm standing on wobbly legs. You have to make me cum after the way you've mauled my tits."

Andrea saw the perplexed emotions in her son's eyes. She could understand Tyler's confusion over her need for an immediate fucking at the moment. This was unusual by any standard. But then again, men have no idea what it's like to have nipples as sensitive as hers. Especially in their milky, swollen state.

Tyler slowly nodded, licking his wet lips. "Okay... ummm... how do you want me to start? I'll only do it if it's an emergency or something."

In a weird way, Andrea loved that her son was still so shy about this, and that he was such a gentleman about it. She would have been disappointed if her son just rammed his cock up her pussy. It would have meant that Tyler was a world-class pervert, instead of a young man willing to help his mother in an hour of need.

Andrea reached down and pulled her panties off so that it fell to her ankles. She stepped out of them, picked them up, and put it inside her son's pocket as a souvenir and 'thank you' for all this.

She did the rest of the work, using one hand to hold Tyler in place, and her other hand to reach down to unzip his pants (the new pants that she had bought for him for this very event). Their eyes were locked, just inches apart, and she dug her fingers inside of her son's open zipper and fished out his dick.

Having a cock in her hand was always a pleasant feeling. She loved feeling a man's penis, whether it be hard or soft. It never mattered, just as long as she got to hold it.

But to hold Tyler's? It made her pussy ache and her clitoris throb. It made her nipples sore and turn even stiffer, if that was even possible.

"You're so hard," she said, using her thumb to rub her son's smooth head. "We have to make this quick, okay? Then I'll take a picture of my milky nipples and we'll go back to the gala."

He smiled. "Sounds like a plan. It's all for a great cause, and honestly, this is a dream come true."

Those words should have stopped any mother in her tracks, but in her current state, it was only an added stimulation. They'd need to have a long, long talk later, she thought.

She wrapped a leg around her son's lower backside. Years of advanced yoga classes had paid off. Reaching down, she guided Tyler's hard penis to her wet, needy pussy. She gasped when she rubbed her son's tip in between her labia, then pressing it into her flesh.

Tyler did the rest, giving a short thrust, which took her breath away. Her eyes widened as Tyler thrust again, entering her pussy with relative ease thanks to her arousal and natural wetness.

They breathed heavily as they started to fuck. Andrea wondered what she must have looked like at this very moment. She wondered what a neutral observer would think upon seeing this.

With the top of her expensive dress opened to bare her breasts and her dolled up appearance, she was certain she looked like a thousand dollar escort in this compromising pose. Not to mention her leg wrapped around a young man who was half her age, thrusting into her pussy.

This was also her first foray into public sex and being caught would destroy her hard-earned public reputation. She wondered how many people in the gala knew that Tyler was her son. She wondered how fast the news would spread if she was caught. Would anyone even believe that she was capable of public sex at the side a gala? Would anyone believe that she fucks her son?

For better or worse, those thoughts made her even hornier.

"Suck on my tits while you fuck me," she whispered in a low voice. "I'll... I'll tell you everything... oh god..."

She looked into her son's hungry eyes as he thrust deep. She watched Tyler's lips wrap around her left nipple to suck more milk out of it, then she watched her son repeat the process with her other breast. It felt even more overwhelming when her son squeezed each breast hard, as if to drain every last drop out of her. Back and forth. Back and forth.

Fucking while getting her tits drained was Andrea's emotional and physical weakness. She was a sexual train wreck while pressed against the wall.

Andrea moaned, "I never stopped producing milk. I never wanted to stop. Oh god... I kept my glands going. Yes, fuck me, Tyler... like that... Yes, I kept my milk going. I sucked on my own breasts late at night while I masturbated. I sucked on each nipple and fingered myself. It was my stress reliever... oh god... while you were in your room. You had no idea... that... oh god... my nipples were inside my mouth."

She looked down and saw the surreal lust in his eyes. She definitely struck a chord with her son. It seemed that her son had shared the same fetish for lactating breasts along with the sweet flavor of a woman's milk. She should have known, since her son had an obvious interest in large breasted women (including her own pair).

The thrusts came harder and faster. Tyler sucked each tit so hard that her nipples were pulled far into his mouth. Her breasts were feeling drained. Her pussy had never been so hot.

Andrea continued, "I never intended for us to fuck. I should have known this would happen. I let my past lovers suck on my tits before sex... or during... oh god... and it would always make me squirt so hard."

Her son's eyes lit up and he spit the nipple out.

"You can squirt?" he asked quickly, before going back to thrusting his cock and mauling each of mom's breasts with his hands and mouth.

"Oh yes, I can squirt. I can milk and I can squirt. If you keep this up... oh god, fuck... I'll fucking cum all over this floor."

That was it. Her son went into a frenzy and absolutely ravished her pussy. At the same time, he mauled her tits even harder and more ferociously.

On perfect cue, Tyler covered her mouth as she screamed, muffling the sound. Andrea cried to heaven as she came, and thanks to her son's hand, no one at the gala would hear it. Her eyes rolled back and her toes curled into her heels. Thankfully her son held her upright by fucking her forcefully against the wall.

The sound of her squirt pouring onto the tile floor seemed to echo down the hall. It was a beautiful sound in its own erotic way.

Her son held onto her for about a minute while she recovered from her zombie-like daze. Then he pulled out, with his cock flaccid.

Andrea looked down. Her son's penis was soft, hanging, and wet. Tyler's pants were stained with fluids. Her pussy had their warm cum mixture leaking from it. As for the floor? The janitor had extra work that night.

"Hold on," she said in a low voice.

She reached in her purse to grab her phone. Then she took a selfie shot of her left breast, then right breast, then both breasts together. Nothing with her face. She reviewed the pictures to see saliva covered hard nipples with milk still leaking from the tips.

An internal debate raged as to whether she should still participate in this picture collage or not. Her wet nipples looked bigger than ever in their current state and the images were downright pornographic.

But as a devoted feminist, she had a duty to uphold. Fighting for women's rights was her main goal, not fucking her son (though they both felt equally satisfying). She sent the pictures to her friend who was organizing this protest and she put her phone away.

"The bathrooms are down the hall," she said, wiping the milk from her tits and pulling her dress up. "Let's get cleaned up and meet at the gala."

Tyler zipped his pants. "I have a huge wet stain. People will think I pissed my pants."

"Too bad," she giggled, walking off. "It was worth having my milk and pussy, wasn't it?"

Andrea walked briskly to the ladies room, with cum and squirt running down her legs. Each step she took caused her dress to brush tightly against her chest. Her nipples felt like heaven. Her pussy felt gaping. She hoped her friends would appreciate the sacrifices she had to make.

495 Feel Your Skin

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Dr. Amanda Ledgard stood in the lab with her notepad and pen. She observed the patient, a naked male, who was her test subject for the afternoon.

A small cylindrical device was placed over his fully erect penis. Buttons were pushed, and within moments, he began to moan. A few more moments passed and he withered in pain and pleasure. It wasn't long before his knees buckled and he nearly collapsed. His orgasm was hard and he looked like he was in agony, but once he recovered, it was clear that he more than enjoyed it.

"Looks like we have another success on our hands," the assistant stated.

"It appears so," Dr. Ledgard replied.

The doctor took notes as the male subject regained his composure. The test was a success and something revolutionary was created.

"So how do you feel about creating the most realistic sex toy ever made?" the young female reporter asked during the sit-down interview.

Dr. Ledgard smiled, "It's a flattering comment. The study of human sexuality has always been of particular interest to me throughout medical school. My main passion in life has always been helping others. That's always been my drive. I never thought I'd ever find myself at the forefront of the sex industry, but here I am. It's my own way of making a difference in life."

"You're well known amongst your peers for having a keen intellect. So how would you address the critics who say that you're wasting your talents with the sex industry, as opposed to doing something that benefits society?"

"It's understandable that some would feel that way," Dr. Ledgard noted with stride. "But in the end, I feel that I am making a difference for the betterment of society. I've always been a firm believer of the health benefits of sex. So by creating a product which can simulate the feelings of an actual sexual encounter, I believe that we'll have a population that's much more stress-free in their everyday lives."

The reporter's eyebrow rose while holding up the cylindrically shaped device in her hand.

"You've got no disagreements with me there, Doctor," she smiled. "So how exactly does this thing work? It certainly looks interesting."

"Well, this particular version is for men. It's easy to use and it's shaped like a penis pump obviously. The male subject would simply place his erect penis inside, and all he would have to do is switch it to whatever setting he wants, and enjoy. The results have been spectacular."

"Any update on a female version?" the reporter asked, holding back a playful grin.

Dr. Ledgard winked. "Coming to a store near you. We plan on rolling out a variety of different models of these devices within the next year for men- hopefully for women soon after."

"I can't wait. With all the buzz this device is getting, no pun intended, it's sure to be a hit. It certainly must be exciting for you to be the person who single handedly brought sexual pleasure to the forefront of mainstream news."

"Well frankly, sexuality is somewhat of a complex notion. It's something that's essential for human life, yet as a society, we like to run away from it. So to answer your question, yes, I find it exciting that sex is in the news for a positive reason."

"And what about the rumors swirling around about an even more advanced product that you're working on?" the reporter asked. "Care to shed any light on that?"

Amanda flashed a sly grin. "That one is still in an early phase. But I can tell you that it's VERY advanced and we're hoping that it would stimulate all of the senses to create the feeling of actually having physical sexual contact. It uses pheromones, a scentless chemical which humans naturally produce in order to induce a sexual response. I'm very excited about it."

The reporter smiled, "We're very much looking forward to it once it's ready. Thank you for the interview, Dr. Ledgard. I know you're extremely busy these days so I'll let you go."

"It was my pleasure. Thank you for stopping by."

It was late at night. Almost everyone in the building had left, and Dr. Ledgard put the final touches on the new chemical compound she was working on.

"You're still here?" Dr. Marisa Cruz asked.

The two were best friends since medical school, and Marisa served as a close advisor ever since.

"I'm fixing the minor issue with the new pheromone," Dr. Ledgard replied, with her eyes still on the computer screen.

"Minor issue? Our last patient had a raging hard-on which lasted for several hours. Thankfully our lawyers have crafted airtight wavers or else we might be sued out of business."

"He wasn't going to sue. The trail of fluids he left behind suggested that he enjoyed the experience more than he regretted it."

"Touche," Marisa shrugged. "But he complained of severe aches while it happened. I can't imagine being that aroused for several hours and having to take a non-stop pounding to relieve myself. The point is, it would be a good idea for us to be 100% the next time we test this thing."

Amanda turned to look at her friend. "I was hasty last time. This time I'm positive. We're on the verge of another big scientific breakthrough."

"Well, you've already set a high bar. Your last creation has sold over a million units worldwide by the latest estimates. The people at the sales division say that the number will grow to two million in a matter of months. Everyone is waiting to see what you do next."

"Which is all the more reason I need to make sure our new product even more special," Amanda said with a wink.

"Knowing you, I'm sure it will be fantastic. You've always been an overachiever. As for me, I'm tired and exhausted. I'm going home to enjoy the weekend in bed. Good night doctor. Don't work yourself too hard."

"One more thing," Dr. Ledgard added. "I know we have enough people working in the marketing department, but I'd like to bring in someone else as an added consultant. My son. He recently graduated with a degree in marketing, and he's already developed some nifty ideas which we could use. He'll be working closely with us. I wanted to give you a heads up about that."

Marisa's eyebrow rose. "Robert will be working here with us?"

"You seem surprised."

"A bit. I mean, he's your son. I know that we envisioned these products to be open to society, but it does seem sort of awkward in a way."

Dr. Ledgard sighed, "I've been struggling with that myself. But he's very persistent in what he wants and I refuse to be a hypocrite."

"Well that part isn't a surprise. He has all your best qualities; your brains, feistiness, and the desire to be at the forefront of society's advancements. I really like him."

She smiled. "Now you're just being a tease."

"I wouldn't dare," Marisa smiled back. "So, I'm assuming he uses your device?"

"He has, if you must know. I was apprehensive about giving him one, but I knew he was curious about it. Besides, I'm not a hypocrite. I've always been an advocate of a healthy sex life as part of healthy living, so it wouldn't be right for me to deny that to my own son."

"You're right. I've never told you this, but I've given these devices to my sons when they went off to college. God forbid they get someone pregnant. That's how I see it."

"That's a great attitude for a mother to have," Amanda replied. "It's the trend of the future it seems."

"It certainly is. And it's all thanks to you."

It was early Saturday morning, which was one of the rare days that Amanda Ledgard gave herself permission to lounge around the house in her pajamas and relax. She sat at the breakfast table reading the newspaper when her son came down to eat.

"Morning," he said happily. "This looks great mom. Thanks."

Robert helped himself to the freshly prepared juice, along with some toast and raw honey.

"You're in a good mood this morning," she replied.

"Why not? There's a lot to be happy about these days."

"I've got more good news for you then. I'm letting you work with me in the lab as a marketing advisor. I've already told Marissa and the others, and they're fine with it."

He got up and gave his mother a big kiss on the cheek before sitting back down. "You're the best! I promise I won't let you down."

"You better not," Amanda replied sternly, but playfully. "A lot of people in the marketing division are jealous that a young college grad like you is able to make the big decisions because I'm your mother."

"I understand. But at the same time, being your son makes me a heck of a lot more motivated to help you market something that you've worked so hard on creating."

"That's sweet of you to say. But I'm sure some of that motivation has to do with us living in the same household right? The more money I make, the richer you'll be as well," she joked.

"Maybe there's a little of that as well," he shrugged. "So what are we going to be doing? I've never been to your lab during work hours."

"That's the issue," Amanda sighed. "You're an adult now. I'm sure you've seen plenty of naked women before, but this is different. The nature of work I do involves naked men and women. Sometimes it's clinical, but sometimes it gets more explicit."

"You mean they have orgasms, right?"

"Exactly. That's the nature of my job. I know you're smart and mature for your age, but I really don't want this to be awkward for us. We're going to be around people who are vulnerable and experiencing different states of intense climaxes. Everything must be done professionally."

"You don't have to worry about me," Robert assured. "I'm not going to start giggling in the background or ogling at every pretty girl I see. Believe it or not, I know how to act professionally."

She smiled. "Marisa was right about you. You'll fit right in with us."

"Thanks. So what's the first order of business on Monday? Anything new going on?"

"There is actually. That's part of the reason I wanted to bring you on board as soon as possible, to capitalize on some of the marketing ideas you've already given me. We're working on a new device which gives the user an enhanced feeling of sex. It's much more realistic than anything we've ever done in the past."

"Did you say more realistic?" he replied with his eyes wide open. "Your last device was already realistic as far as I'm concerned."

Amanda nodded. "You'll get see it for yourself tomorrow. The prototype is already completed and I've worked out the minor kinks we've had with it."

"I can't wait. Any teasers about what I'll be seeing? I've heard you on the phone a few times talking about how advanced this thing is. Sorry for being so nosy and spying on your conversations by the way."

"Don't worry about it, I'm used to being spied on," she joked. "It's a fairly advanced little machine. It's essentially the same penis pump device as before, but with a few upgrades. This time it's connected to other features. The user wears a mask and breathes in pheromones which I've created in the lab. You'll have to see the results to believe it."

Monday morning. Dr. Ledgard, her son, and her small team of researchers watched the male test subject wither and moan while he was testing the new prototype. He was completely naked with a device around his penis which gave him the sensation of sex. The subject also wore a breathing mask which fed him a gas containing female pheromones, sending his sexual arousal through the roof.

It wasn't long before every muscle in his body contracted and he had a violent orgasm. His whole body shook and he suddenly went limp.

"Perfect so far," Marisa stated. She took notes on her findings and smiled to her colleagues in the room.

"We're getting there," Dr. Ledgard replied with a stone face. "We need to schedule a few more tests, but we're on the right track."

The fellow researchers removed the mask and pump from the test subject's body, and he was covered in sweat. They helped carry him out of the room, but before he left, he thanked the doctors for the best orgasm of his life and he volunteered himself for future experiments.

"Time for a lunch break," Amanda said to the group. "Before you go, wonderful job everyone. Once again we find ourselves on the cutting edge. I can't thank you all enough. Have a nice long break, and come back in 3 hours so we can discuss how to proceed."

Everyone applauded the successful test before eventually leaving the lab.

"That was absolutely incredible to watch, mom," Robert said to his mother, with just the two of them alone.

"I agree. I've never seen that type of physical reaction on a male subject before. We're really onto something amazing here."

"I've never seen a reaction like that either, from a man or a woman. It must feel unbelievable."

"Have you thought of any new marketing ideas for it?" Amanda asked.

"A few," he replied. "I haven't settled on anything yet, but I've got some ideas floating around in my head which could help make this thing even more popular."

She smiled. "Well, let me know once you've thought of something concrete. Now let's go eat. I've really worked up an appetite and I'm sure you have as well."

"Actually...this is the only time I've ever seen the lab empty. It's just us here. Do you think maybe I could try it out?" Robert asked hesitantly.

"Try it out? You mean you want to strap yourself to a prototype and use it?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I mean, I don't think it's that big of a deal. You said the other day that you've seen plenty of naked men and you stay professional about it."

"I think you know what the difference is," she replied like it was so obvious. "You're my son."

"Is it that big of a deal? You've said countless times that sex is the most natural thing in the world, and how everyone would be better off exploring their sexual feelings. So why not me? Besides, you know I'm going to use it eventually."

Dr. Ledgard paused and gave her son a stern look. "Marisa was right about you having the same feistiness as I do. We'll do this on one condition."

"What's that?"

"This stays a secret between us. I don't want anyone finding out that I saw my own son naked and that I got him off sexually. The last thing I need is for my critics to have something like this to use against me."

He smiled. "You don't have to worry about that mom. I know how to keep a secret."

Amanda unwrapped a new prototype from its packaging and activated it. She could hear the sound of her son undressing, and it was the first time she had felt butterflies in her stomach while working in her own laboratory. Seeing her son naked and giving him an orgasm was more nerve wracking than anything she had ever done in her career.

She turned around with the device in hand and finally saw it; her son was completely naked and lying down on the lounge chair. She took a deep breath and tried to be as professional as she could.

"You look so relaxed," Amanda said.

"I'm excited more than anything. I don't mind being naked. It never bothered me. After all, this is for science right?"

"Right. It's for science. Now don't mind me, but I'm going to insert your penis inside this tube."

Dr. Ledgard reached down and touched his penis using her fingertips. His penis instantly grew and she had no trouble inserting it inside of the cylindrical tube.

"That was easy," she joked.

"Sorry, you've got a nice touch," he replied with a hint of embarrassment that his own mother got him hard. "You've got a nice touch."

"No need to apologize. Sex is what this is all about right?"

"Right."

"Good," she smiled. "Now close your eyes and enjoy. I'm going to put the mask on and activate this machine. If you start to feel uncomfortable, or if you want to stop, just give me a signal and this will end."

"I know I'm in good hands."

His eyes closed and Dr. Ledgard put the mask over his face and activated it, along with the penis pump. It wasn't long before she heard his moans and watched his naked body start to twitch. He was enjoying himself. And secretly, she was becoming aroused watching her son in such pleasure. It was the ultimate taboo.

Suddenly, a small whistling sound filled the room. Her eyes immediately located the source of the noise. One of the tubes was leaking the pheromones into the air and she immediately tried to close it.

'Damn this thing,' she muttered to herself.

It was the first defective product she had to deal with and it proved to be a real pain in the ass. Normally one of her assistance would handle this situation. She reconnected the tube properly, but not before a new problem arose.

The top of the penis pump opened and she looked down and saw a clear view of her son's raging hard cock being satisfied in the machine. Her eyes were transfixed by it, but as his mother, she knew it was wrong to watch. She couldn't help herself and she felt hypnotized by it. Robert's body started to shiver and gave all the telltale signs of an impending orgasm.

Without thinking, Amanda bent down and wrapped her lips around the tip of his erection, swirling her tongue around it. All she cared about was sex at that point. Robert just kept on enjoying his sexual ecstasy, oblivious to the fact that his own mother was now sucking him off.

"Oh god!!!!" he yelled. "Oh fuck!!!"

His cock erupted and he shot a large load of cum inside of Amanda's mouth, and she slurped everything up with her tongue and swallowed. She then used the back of her hand to wipe away the extra sperm from her lips.

When it was over, she closed the top of the pump, turned off the machine, and removed the mask from Robert's sweaty face.

"You obviously enjoyed it," Amanda said, trying to act natural.

"That was absolutely incredible! I've never felt anything like that before. Those pheromones really make a huge difference. God, that last part felt so real. It was like I was actually with a woman."

She suddenly acted coy. "The device did its job then. Now let's get you cleaned up and dressed before anyone gets back."

He looked down at his naked self. "Great idea. And where the hell did all my sperm go? I could have sworn I made a big mess. At least that's what it felt like."

"You must have shot it to the top of the pump. Don't worry, I'll throw it away."

Just then, she looked up and saw Marisa through the window in the other office. Her back was turned, and Amanda immediately became nervous at the thought of being caught.

"I'll be right back," she said to her son.

Dr. Ledgard entered the next room to talk to her friend.

"I thought you went out to lunch?" Amanda asked.

"The rest of the group wanted to get some drinks. So I stayed behind and grabbed a quick sandwich instead."

"How much of that did you see?"

Marisa held back a smile. "Enough to see you suck Robert's cock. But don't worry, as your best friend, I won't tell a soul."

"God, I don't know what came over me," Dr. Ledgard sighed. "I wasn't thinking right. The pheromones leaked and they somehow had an effect on me, even though they were designed to appeal only to men."

"Maybe so. But a few days ago you tweaked the formula right? Could that have been the source of the problem?"

She thought for a moment. "You're right. I may have overdone it and made the formula applicable to both men and women."

"There's the answer," Marisa replied. "Now you don't have to feel so bad about giving your son a partial blowjob."

Dr. Ledgard flashed her friend a serious look. "Very funny. That could easily have been you with either of your sons if you were in that position."

"Don't worry, I'm not judging you. It wasn't your fault. Biological needs can trump human reasoning and emotions. You simply reacted to what your body wanted."

"You're right."

"Can you at least tell me if you enjoyed it?" Marisa asked hesitantly. "What was it like?"

"You really want to know?"

Marisa nodded with a mischievous look on her face.

"It was the best sexual thrill I've experienced in many years," Dr. Ledgard admitted.

Amanda drove home late that afternoon while her son was still beaming.

"I still can't believe what happened today," he said. "That thing felt so real. Especially the last part. I don't know how you made this, but it actually felt like a real person instead of a machine. The whole thing was so intense."

"Then I've done my job," she replied, wishing the subject would change.

"Seriously, this is going to be huge. I'm so excited."

"Look, I know how much it means for you to help me, but I think it's best if we ended this. You were great today, but I just don't think it's right for us to be working on something that revolves around sex."

"What?!" he replied in shock. "I don't get it. I did everything you asked and I thought it was going smoothly."

Amanda pulled over on the side of the road and turned off the car.

"I'm going to be brutally honest with you," she said after a deep breath. "There was a leak in the tube and I ended up breathing some of the pheromones. The top of the pump accidentally opened and I couldn't control myself. It was me that you felt at the end."

"You mean when I came?"

She nodded. "My mouth was around you when you had your orgasm. Marisa saw it and we agreed that the issue stemmed from the adjustments I've made to the gas. It wasn't supposed to be potent towards women, just men."

"Now I know why you seemed so uncomfortable all afternoon."

"Like I said, you were great today. And I'm sure you'll be a big success in the marketing field, but I don't think we should work together on these sexual devices anymore."

Robert looked his mother straight in the eyes. "Mom, I honestly don't care about how you reacted earlier. It's not your fault. I'm an adult now and I think you should start treating me like one. So if you want to fire me, then it better be for good reason."

"You remind me of myself when I was young," she replied with a hint of sincerity. "I was determined and driven just like you. I never took 'no' for an answer."

"So I'm still part of your team?"

"I was absolutely sure I was going to kick you off no matter what. But now, how could I refuse? I wouldn't be where I am today if I wasn't persistent. Let's go home and rest. We've got another busy day tomorrow."

That night. Amanda sat down to eat dinner with her son after a short phone conversation with Marisa.

"Great news," Amanda said. "I just got off the phone with Marisa a few minutes ago and we've got another exciting experiment to look forward to in a few days."

"Oh yeah? What's happening then?"

"We have a female test subject coming to our lab to try a different prototype. She'll be the first to use our brand new female version. I'm sure you'll enjoy this a lot more than seeing a male subject."

A smile grew on his face. "Hey, you're the boss. I just follow orders."

"I thought that might peak your interest," she teased back. "I hear she's attractive, not that it matters."

"It definitely doesn't hurt. That's for sure."

"Listen," she said in a more serious tone. "I want to apologize again for what happened earlier. It was extremely inappropriate of me and I hope there's no hard feelings between us."

"Apologize? Hard feelings? You're really starting to overreact about that whole thing. Science is science, and like you said before, you acted on impulse. Besides, you aren't going to hear me complain about that any time soon."

She tried holding in a smile. "You liked it."

"Isn't that the whole point of your work?" he replied innocently.

"You know exactly what I mean. Frankly, I'm a little surprised that this doesn't bother you."

"Why should it?" he shrugged. "I felt like a new man afterwards. That's all that matters right?"

"Not when your mother's mouth is involved. I'm starting to feel slightly disturbed by how indifferent you are to the fact that my lips touched your penis."

"Well you got to see me naked along with countless of other people you work with, and you have to touch their sexual parts and watch them orgasm. So I don't see what the big deal is."

"Sexually pleasuring my son isn't what I had in mind when I decided to become a doctor."

He laughed. "That's one way to see things."

"Oh, and how do you see it."

Robert gave his mother a smooth look. "I see it as two people exploring the bounds of human sexuality. We're doing what needs to be done for the sake of science. Honestly, the fact that you're my mother makes no difference to me. We're two people with an important duty."

"That's easily the most romantic way I've heard my job being phrased," Amanda replied with a feeling of being impressed.

"Thanks. Plus you're really hot. So that helps a lot."

"Now there's the Robert I know. Welcome back to Earth. I missed talking to you."

He smiled. "I meant every word I said."

It was 8 am when Dr. Ledgard arrived at the laboratory with her son. Testing on the first female version of the sex toy was about to begin in an hour, and she couldn't have been more excited.

"I've got some terrible news," Marisa said.

"Please don't tell me it has to do with today's project," Dr. Ledgard replied.

"I'm afraid so. She bailed on us at the last minute because she's having second thoughts about her willingness to participate."

"She should have realized this beforehand. Did you try persuading her with more money?"

Marisa nodded. "That didn't work either. I've been on the phone with her for the past 30 minutes and she won't budge. Apparently she's afraid of potential side effects from the experimental gas, and she's scared of having violent sexual reactions in front of everyone."

"Do you think we can find a quick replacement?" Dr. Ledgard sighed.

"I'm afraid not. With all of the legal procedures involved with a waiver for something like this, it's going to take a while. I'm sorry. I know how much this meant to you."

"Looks like we'll have to cancel. Call the team and let them know they won't be needed today."

"Wait a minute," Robert injected. "Can either of you be the subject for today? Or maybe someone from the staff can do it? There's no point in wasting an entire day just because one person didn't show up."

"I don't think that's a good idea," Amanda replied. "It's very important for each doctor to monitor everything so that we can get proper results."

"But it might be useful for someone with medical training to experience it. You know, so one of you could explain the results in better detail or something."

"He's right," Marisa added. "Neither of us would truly know what the problems or benefits are with this prototype if we haven't experienced it for ourselves. We'll otherwise be relying on testimony from subjects who are untrained in medical science."

Dr. Ledgard paused and gave it a thought. "Fine. You've persuaded me, Marisa. And I'm assuming that you have volunteered yourself as today's test subject, right?"

"Ummm...well actually, I'm on my period. I'm positive that neither of you would be interested in seeing me squirt something that looks like..."

"Please don't finish that sentence," Amanda said, cutting off her friend.

"So I guess we're left with you, mom," Robert stated.

"Me? This is the first time this product is being used. I need to be the one monitoring it, otherwise I won't know what adjustments need to be made."

"He's got a point," Marisa added. "You're the only one here who can do it. I'll take notes and make the observations for you. You can trust me with this. I'll send the rest of the team home and we'll do this in private."

"I find it a little unsettling that you two are ganging up on me," Dr. Ledgard joked, but in a serious way.

"It's only for the best," Robert said. "We've all agreed that the experiment must go on, and you have been selected to be today's participants. Sorry, but that's the majority opinion."

She reluctantly smiled, "I'm never going to forgive you for this. You've always been too smart for your own good. But you're right."

Several minutes passed and Dr. Ledgard entered the lab barefoot wearing a medical gown. Robert and Marisa both looked at her and tried to hold back their laughter.

"Are you getting ready for surgery, mom?" Robert joked.

"Don't be cute," she replied back. "But on a serious note, I'm going to have to ask that you stay in the other room for this test. You'll have to watch through the window."

"What? Why? This is an important event and you'll need all the help you can get. Besides, you got to see me naked a few days ago and it wasn't a big deal."

Amanda gave her son a stern motherly look. "That's different. You're my son and it isn't right for you to see me in an orgasmic state. I'm also keeping my gown on to cover my body."

"Your son has an excellent point," Marisa added. "Something could go wrong in here and it's safer to have Robert in the room with us. I also think it's best for you to disrobe completely. We won't be able to get a clear analysis of this device unless I'm able to read your entire body language."

"So you want me to get naked and have an orgasm in front of my son?" Dr. Ledgard asked her colleague with a peeved expression.

Marisa nodded. "That's correct. It's for the best."

"Whose side are you on anyway?" Dr. Ledgard inquired.

Marisa smiled. "I'm on the side of scientific understanding. Now are we going to stand around and chat all day, or are you finally going to get naked so that we can begin?"

"You're outnumbered again, mom," Robert added.

Amanda let out a loud sigh. She paused to think, but she knew she was trapped in an awkward situation which there was no way out of.

"Fine. It's two against one here. But you two shouldn't expect to ever see this again."

With that said, the world renowned Dr. Ledgard reached behind her medical gown to untie it, letting it fall to the floor. She stood naked in front of her best friend and her very own son as they stared at her body. It was especially awkward for her to see Robert admiring her bare figure.

"Having a good look?" she asked sarcastically.

"Uhh... sorry mom."

"Don't be so hard on him," Marisa said playfully to the doctor. "Can you blame him for admiring his beautiful mother?"

"Let's get this over with."

Amanda laid down on the lounge chair and got comfortable. She knew the procedure and exactly what to expect.

"Just relax," Marisa said. "I'm going to put on your breathing mask now. Robert, I want you to insert the object inside of her vagina."

"You couldn't have done that part for me?" Dr. Ledgard asked Marisa.

"Don't be so picky. Your son is a grown man and I'm sure he'll be delicate with you."

Dr. Ledgard couldn't take her eyes away from Robert. She watched how nervous her son looked. She noted how he was staring straight inside of her vagina. She observed his facial expressions change as he slowly and gently inserted the vibrator shaped device inside of her body.

Various thoughts swirled through her mind: Was he getting aroused? Was he enjoying this? Was he going to masturbate to the thought of her vagina and naked body later?

"Relax," Marisa said again. "We're all set and I'm going to turn on the device. I'm going to take a step back to observe your bodily reactions. If you need any help, or if anything goes wrong, just signal Robert and he will take care of it."

Marisa pushed the activation button and took several steps back with her clipboard to take notes.

The pheromones started pumping and Amanda's heart raced with nervousness. It was her second time in a week breathing the gas, but this time it was much more potent because she was breathing it directly. The object inside her vagina began to vibrate and stimulated her vaginal muscles.

It was only a matter of seconds before Amanda felt herself becoming extremely aroused. A few more seconds and she became hypersexual. The pheromones drove her wild and the vibrating device inside of her vagina pushed her over the edge. She no longer cared that she was naked and aroused in front of her best friend and her son, the only thing on her mind was her insatiable sexual appetite.

Several minutes had passed and Amanda was on her way to a powerful orgasm.

Without warning, the prototype device inside of her vagina suddenly stopped working, leaving her in a state of complete sexual frustration.

"Oh god!!!" she yelled, pulling off the breathing mask. "This useless thing broke."

Her legs closed and clenched tightly as if in pain.

"What are you feeling?" Marisa inquired. "Are you okay?"

Dr. Ledgard continued squirming on the chair. "It aches between my legs and I don't think it's going away."

She pulled the useless object out of her vagina, not caring that her vagina had become completely gaping and exposed. After tossing it to the floor, she clenched her legs together and curled her toes.

"It's starting to hurt."

"Robert, I think you should help your mother," Marisa said. "She's in desperate need of help."

For the first time since entering the lab, Robert stood dumbfounded at the request, and so did Dr. Ledgard.

"What!?" Amanda yelled. "That most certainly will not happen. I'll be fine."

She tried to act normal, but it didn't work.

"Don't be such a proud woman," Marisa shot back. "Those pheromones you've created are highly potent and you've witnessed first hand the effects they've had on our patients. It's important that I monitor your physical reactions, and the only person here who can help is Robert."

Amanda tried to stand up and object to her colleague's advice, but she found herself weak in the knees and burning between the legs. In a frustrating turn of events, she fell back onto the chair as an intoxicating level of sexual arousal flowed through her body.

"She might be right, mom," Robert hesitantly added. "You're obviously suffering and we can't just leave you like this."

"And how do you suppose you're going to help me?" Amanda asked skeptically.

"Just lay back. It's going to be awkward at first, but I know what to do."

Dr. Ledgard continued giving her son a skeptical look, but she didn't have a choice. The pheromones wreaked havoc on her sexual drive and she was far more aroused than she was willing to show. She knew she had no other alternative.

As Dr. Ledgard laid back onto the lounge chair, she watched as her own son made his way towards her.

She laid there helplessly as Robert's hand moved down between her legs. Her maternal instinct as a mother was to close it and cover herself, but she was far too aroused. She was naked and vulnerable from the pheromones, and she needed sexual relief at all costs. She allowed his hand to approach her vagina and his fingers felt like magic once they touched her womanhood.

"Oh god..." she gasped. "That feels so...I shouldn't...Ohhh..."

As shameful and embarrassed as she felt being pleased by her son, her lust was far more important. She looked him straight in the eyes as he started to finger her. His strong fingers rubbed her painfully swollen clit in a circular motion. Amanda's mouth opened and she tried her best to suppress any kind of moaning to show how much pleasure she was in.

After playing with her clit for a few moments, Robert's fingers entered his mother's vagina causing her to release another gasp. His fingers entered in and out of her soaking wet vagina. Minutes passed and his intensity increased.

Before long, he was fingering his mother as fast and as hard as he could, bringing her to a powerful orgasm. She panted and screamed. Her toes curled and her back arched. A sudden rush of fluids sprayed from her vagina and she squirted for the very first time in her life. The once clean chair was now covered in fluids, and Dr. Ledgard struggled to keep her breath.

"I'd say we have another success on our hands," Marisa smiled, taking notes. "Your hypothesis is correct, and the pheromones are equally as effective for women as they are for men."

"I'm glad you were able to figure that out," Dr. Ledgard sarcastically replied while still breathing heavily.

Marisa then teased her boss. "Any time a mother allows her son to bring her to an orgasm like that, and then squirt, has a serious case of sexual arousal. But I'm sure you didn't need me to tell you that."

"I thought I needed you for everything?" she quipped.

With that said, Amanda was finally able to stand back on her feet, and she looked down at her body. She was completely naked, sweaty, and her legs were covered in her own fluids.

"That must have felt amazing, mom," Robert said while still staring at her body. "I've never seen a woman squirt like that before."

"That was the first time I've ever squirted. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get dressed."

She slowly walked a few steps to put on her medical gown.

"What's next?" Marisa asked.

"I'd say we've done more than enough research for the day. Take the rest of the day off and let's regroup tomorrow with the rest of the team. We still have a lot more work to do before this product is perfected, but we're on the right track."

The three of them took a sigh of relief over the provocative and lively morning they shared.

After several more minutes of small talk, Marisa was the first to leave. Amanda and her son were left alone in the empty lab while she was still wearing the medical gown.

"What an experience," Robert said. "I can't believe I was part of a scientific breakthrough."

"It was certainly a scientific breakthrough all right. I just wish it hadn't been me who was the test subject, and you on the other end touching me."

He smiled. "It wasn't that bad."

"Maybe for you it wasn't," she replied in a stern tone of voice. "Like I said before, it isn't right for you to see me like this, let alone touch me the way you did."

"You're right, but it was for your own good. You looked like you were suffering badly before I helped out. Besides, it's not like anyone is going to find out. None of us are going to tell anyone, and Marisa is practically a member of the family. She's not going to tell anyone either."

Dr. Ledgard ignored his comment and picked up her bra and panties. "Turn around for a moment. I need to get dressed."

"I can't watch you get dressed even after seeing you naked?" he teased.

"That was science," she said bluntly. "You don't have an excuse to see me naked anymore, is that understood?"

"Okay, I was just joking mom. I hope you aren't mad."

Dr. Ledgard paused for a moment so she could calm down. "No, I'm not mad. It's just...I'm still a little...the effects of the pheromones haven't completely worn off yet. So I'm feeling a little frustrated if you know what I mean."

"You're still aroused," he replied, stating the obvious.

"Yes, I'm still aroused. The only thing on my mind right now is driving straight home, getting in the shower, and, well, you don't need to hear the rest of that. That's only for me to know."

"I'll probably be doing the same thing," he said without thinking. "I mean... uh... I'm pretty tired and I want to go home as well."

She put her hands on her hips in a motherly fashion. "You're going to masturbate thinking about this, aren't you?"

"I guess there's no point in denying it."

Without saying another word, Dr. Ledgard let the medical gown fall to the floor and she stood naked in front of her son once again. His eyes marveled at her body and she was completely unabashed.

"Consider this a freebie for being such a helpful hand today. Enjoy it before I put my clothes back on."

"Wait," he said, as she attempted to put on a bra. "We've already seen each other in extremely intimate situations, and we're both going to go home and do the same thing. So do you think we can have one more moment between us?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you think maybe we can help each other with our needs? I know it's crazy, but the lab is empty and no one is going to find out."

She paused and gave it a serious thought. "You know, when the vibrator broke and you had to use your hand on me, I actually preferred your touch over the machine. With all of this technology, I've realized that I've lost sight of certain things. These sex toys can do a lot, but they can't replace a human touch."

"I agree. When I tried out your sex toy, feeling your tongue was the best part."

"So we're in agreement," she said with an eyebrow raised. "I feel your skin, you feel mine. We'll get these crazy feelings out of our system. Agreed?"

"Do you even need to ask? I think you should already know the answer."

Dr. Ledgard smiled and tossed her bra to the floor. She walked over to her son, and without giving him any directions, she started to undress him. It wasn't long before the both of them were standing completely naked before each other.

"What next?" he asked.

"Lean back on the lounge chair. It's my turn to do all the work. You deserve it."

Robert obediently did as he was told and leaned back on the seat where his mother had recently orgasmed. His throbbing hard cock was pointed straight up in the air and was desperately waiting to be satisfied. He watched as his highly educated and respectable mother opened her legs and positioned herself over his cock.

She slowly lowered herself, and Robert used one hand to hold his erection straight up so that it would enter his mother's body. A feeling of warmth came over his body as the tip of his penis touched her moist vaginal opening. Her vagina provided more than enough natural lubrication for an easy entry. She continued lowering herself and his cock slid all the way in. Her entire body weight was rested on his lap.

"God that feels so good," he moaned.

"You've earned it. Now let's see if I can finally get rid of what those pheromones have done to me."

Dr. Ledgard wrapped her arms around her son's neck and she slowly started to gyrate her hips. They were face-to-face and looked each other straight in the eyes. Once her vaginal muscles became accustomed to having a hard cock inside, she began to pick up speed. Before long she found herself riding her son's raging hard cock. She bounced up and down in a way she had never done before. It was the most depraved and lust-filled sexual encounter she had ever had in her life, and with her own son at that.

Her newfound sexual cravings made for her forget about the taboos she was violating, and how prim and proper she was supposed to be. She didn't care about anything except for their sexual lust. She rode him so hard that the expensive and highly advanced laboratory was filled with lewd sounds of them fucking. Rhythmic slappings echoed, and so did the noises of her wet vagina being fucked.

"I need to cum!!" Amanda cried, almost in a hypnotic state. "I need to cum so bad!!!"

Fluids once again flowed out of her vagina and onto the floor. Her nipples were harder than they've ever been before, and every muscle in her vagina began to contract. Robert came at the exact same time, shooting load after load of his cum inside of his mother's body. They both breathed uncontrollably as they satisfied their newfound lust for each other.

When it was over, they both collapsed for several minutes with their sweat and orgasmic fluids everywhere.

"Are you okay, mom?" he asked.

"Never been better. I don't think I'll ever be the same again," she replied jokingly.

She playfully slapped him on the chest and stood up as he stared at her naked body. She loved the fact that he never got tired of admiring her figure. It made her feel special in a weird way.

"What are you doing? I'm too weak to go anywhere."

She smiled. "I'm going to get more pheromones so that we can continue experimenting. We also need a mop and some paper towels to clean up afterwards."

For the first time in Dr. Ledgard's medical career, she opted to work in her lab while completely naked, with cum flowing down her legs.

496 Fertility Temple, Impregnating Mom

HeyAll

Ancient temples are a favorite tourist spot in South America. It's a place where tourists get to see lifestyles and religions of early civilization. It also became a place which led Laura to become impregnated by her son.

It all started when Laura took her son, an anthropology major, on a trip to Chile for a firsthand look at some of the temples he had been studying in college. The trip was meant to be educational and a fun way to spend their summer together.

Things took a drastic turn when Bobby wanted to stay behind the tour group so he could take extra pictures and savor the experience. He was considering going for a doctorate, and having this kind of firsthand experience could be useful in the future.

The weather was hot and humid, and they both wore tshirt and shorts. Laura wiped a bead of sweat from her eyebrow as she waited alongside her son.

"And we're officially alone," Laura pointed out, watching the rest of the tourist group move ahead. "It's a little chilling in a fun way."

She looked around at the jungle and the ancient temple which they stood next to, while Bobby took pictures and touched the carvings. That particular temple had a flight of stairs, about 50 in all, before reaching the entrance.

"Are you scared?" Bobby joked.

"There could be dangerous animals in the jungle. You never know."

"I mean the temple. Weren't you listening to the tour guide?"

"I've never been a superstitious person," Laura replied, turning her attention towards the temple. "I'll admit that this place has eerie vibes though."

A mischievous expression crept over Bobby's face. "If you're not superstitious, let's go inside."

"The tour guide told us not to go in there," Laura said, switching to her more motherly tone of voice.

"But he's not here, is he?"

"If he didn't show the group this temple, then it's for a reason."

Bobby shook his head. "Mom, the guide doesn't have time to show each temple. Besides, everyone would be exhausted going up and down each entrance, with all these stairs to climb."

"Fair point."

Laura checked the time. They still had an hour before the tour group was set to depart from the area. And she could still hear them from afar, so they weren't totally alone and they wouldn't be lost.

"What do you think?" Bobby asked. "Up for a little adventure?"

"In all likelihood, I doubt I'll be coming here again. I'm not a jungle person. So we might as well get the most out of this."

He smiled, "Follow me."

They hiked up the stairs, and in the hot weather of Chile's jungle, they both sweated a little more and had to wipe their foreheads by the time they made it to the entrance.

Inside the temple was everything you'd expect from an ancient structure. It was hard-surfaced, mostly plain looking, small plants were growing between cracks, and the place was lit by sunlight coming from openings in the sides and on top.

They walked slowly and explored while Bobby took more pictures. Each step took them closer to a small altar in the center of a ceremonial room, with sunlight shining down on it from an opening above.

"That looks incredible," Laura noted. "What is it?"

Bobby snapped more pictures. "It looks like a fertility statue."

The small sculpted statue was placed on a stand about five feet tall, so that worshipers could have easy access to it. It was a carving of a large breasted woman with swollen nipples and a round belly; the universal symbol of maternity.

"I can't believe the tour guide isn't showing this to the group. It's gorgeous and I think it's the most interesting sculpture in this area."

Bobby turned to her and smiled, "Well, the tour guide did warn everyone. This place could be hauunnntteeedd."

He exaggerated the last word with his trademark humor, and his mother couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm serious," she said after. "If the guide didn't bring the group here, then maybe it's a precious artifact."

"Or maybe we're really sweaty right now because of all those stairs we had to walk. He probably didn't want to exhaust the group."

Laura had to agree. "That's also a possibility. But still, we weren't invited to be here, so we should wrap this up and rejoin everyone. Who knows what else we're missing."

"More interesting than this?"

Bobby reached out and touched the fertility sculpture, feeling the smoothness of the rounded stomach.

"Bobby!"

"What? It's a rock."

"It's an artifact," she said. "You're the anthropology student, not me. I shouldn't have to explain this to you."

"Mom, there's nothing wrong with touching it. I think it's a unique experience touching something that was made nearly a thousand years ago. It's like being connected to early civilization. Besides, this thing is as sturdy as it comes. It's a rock. It won't break if you touch it."

Laura gazed at the intricate carving. "I suppose you're right."

"Want to touch?"

She shrugged. "At this point, why not?"

As fate should have it, a small cloud above the temple had moved, causing sunlight to shine directly down upon the altar of the fertility statue. Suddenly the old, dirt-covered rock carving looked anew. The direct sunlight shining over the statue made it glowing and lively.

"Incredible," she said softly, while her hand was still out.

"Are you still going to touch it?"

With a cautious hand, Laura reached forward and touched the fertility statue on the altar as the sun shone directly upon it. She put the palm of her hand directly onto the impregnated belly, while her thin, slender fingers touched the breasts and nipples of the carving. She almost felt a strange connection to it, especially as the sunlight seemed to amplify its beauty.

"What do you think?" Bobby asked. "Amazing, right?"

Laura's eyes were transfixed and her hand remained. "I can understand your fascination with ancient civilizations. It's unbelievable."

She removed her hand and they were in awe over the sculpture, which still glowed under the direct sunlight. As soon as her hand left, a cloud above had seemingly returned, taking away the direct shine on the altar.

When the glow left, Laura slightly hunched over. Her mind felt disoriented and there was a tingly sensation around her chest.

"Are you okay, mom?" he asked, noticing her discomfort.

She tried to shake it off. "I suddenly became a little light-headed, that's all. It's so weird."

"Hmmm... It might have been the strong reflection or the overwhelming experience of touching something like this. I'm sure it'll pass."

"I'm fine now," she said, trying to regain her wits.

He gave her a closer look. "We should get back to the rest of the group now. They have more medical knowledge than me, in case you need it. Can you walk okay?"

"I should be fine. Let's go."

His eyes suddenly shifted downwards. "Umm, mom?"

"Yes?"

"You're sweating."

"I know," she said. "It's really humid."

"I mean... your chest. You seem to be sweating in an unusual area, if you catch my drift."

Laura looked down and noticed that there were faint wet spots on her tshirt, on the tip of each breast. She pulled at her tshirt to get a better look, wondering if this was really sweat. She had never sweated so much in that area before, and she faulted herself for not wearing a better bra.

"It's..." She was flabbergasted for a moment. "It's just sweat. Give me a second to dry it and I hope no one notices."

She reached in her pocket for a packet of tissue and turned around to pat the wet spots. As she touched herself, she realized that the source of the wetness came directly from within her bra. How could this be? Had her breasts really released this much sweat all of a sudden? She had never been in an area this humid before, and plus she had been walking and climbing stairs all morning, so that might explain things.

"Can you look away for a moment?" she said to her son. "I might need to do a little extra cleaning."

Bobby made sure not to look in his mother's direction. Then Laura slipped a hand underneath her tshirt with a dry tissue and wiped around her bra. After wiping each breast, she looked at the tissue, and she could have sworn that the color had a white consistency. But she tried to push those thoughts away, wondering if the humidity could possibly be making her hallucinate. Besides, the thought of breasts producing so much milk at this moment was crazy.

She stuffed the wet tissues into her pocket. Although she had a feeling something was wrong, she didn't want to make a fuss.

"Okay, I'm ready now," she said. "Let's go."

He turned to her. "You look kind of pale."

"I'm fine," she said with a forced smile. "Let's go."

They walked side by side as they left the fertility temple.

Nearly a week later. It was 5 pm when Laura arrived home from the office, where she worked as a loan officer for a large bank. It was also her first day back in the office since returning from the trip.

She went straight to her bedroom, undressed her suit, and had to wipe her chest dry before putting on her home clothes.

Then she went to Bobby's room, where as usual, he was on his computer surfing the internet.

"Can we talk?" she asked.

"Yeah, sure. What's up?"

Laura sat on his bed and Bobby turned to face her as he remained sitting by his desk. They were a mere two feet apart.

"What I'm about to say may sound strange to you," she said. "In fact, I can hardly believe it myself. But I'm not crazy."

He seemed slightly taken aback. "What do you mean?"

"The fertility temple," she said after a deep breath. "How much do you... What I'm trying to say is... How much are you a believer in that sort of thing?"

He looked confused. "What thing? Ancient civilizations?"

"I mean... A little more specific than that."

"Mom, what are you talking about?"

Laura took an even deeper breath. "The tour guide gave a passive warning about the fertility temple we visited, making some vague inference. Do you believe, or know anything in your research, that suggests that some of the stories of the temple may be... true."

"True? As in, supernatural?"

"Yes, do you think any of those stories have merit?"

He thought for a moment. "Who knows, there are a lot of supernatural things in the world. I know I believe in ghosts and that sort of thing. So it might be possible."

"I've never been a superstitious person, or a believer in the supernatural. But I'm starting to reconsider."

His eyes sharpened. "Really? Why?"

"I need you to be mature about this," she said. "What I'm about to say is kind of explicit."

"Of course. Just tell me."

Laura composed herself. "When we were inside the temple and you saw sweat on my chest, well, it wasn't sweat. I knew it was milk, but at the same time I thought it was impossible. I thought my mind was playing tricks on me."

"Did it? Was that your imagination?"

"That's the thing. Since then, I've noticed a few trickles of milk coming out of my nipples. I called my doctor and she said I shouldn't worry about it, but she didn't know the cause. When I went to work today, I had to take a break from a meeting because my breasts felt so full and my nipples ached. It's the most unbelievable thing. And it's only happening because of our trip."

They looked each other in the eyes for a long moment. Laura wasn't one to joke. And Bobby never had a reason to doubt his mother. It was a strange conundrum they were in.

"There has to be a reasonable explanation," he eventually said. "Maybe you accidentally touched a plant which produces drug-like chemicals. There are plenty of those in South America."

"So you're saying I'm hallucinating this?"

"Maybe."

"But you saw the wet spots on my chest."

He paused. "Good point. But still, it could have been sweat. It was hot that day."

"Bobby, milk squirts out of my nipples if I pinch them."

He raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

"Do you want me to show you?" she asked as a last resort. "I really don't want to. But for my own sanity, and to find a solution to this, I feel like it's the only option I have left."

His eyes widened a little, and Laura had no idea what was going through her son's mind. She wondered if he was grossed out by the possibility of seeing his mother's nipple squirting milk. Or maybe... he was excited by it. She pushed both of those thoughts out of her mind.

"I can't deny it if I actually see it," he said, then gulping.

She gave him a slightly skeptical look, trying to figure out his motives, which still seemed unclear to her. All she knew was that Bobby was always there when she needed help, and she hoped he would be mature and well-mannered if her breasts were to come out.

"This is only for medical necessity," she said, lifting up her top to expose her bra. "Can you grab some tissue from your counter, please?"

Bobby reached over and pulled four sheets of tissue from a kleenex box, then handed them to her. She placed them on her lap.

After a deep breath, Laura pulled the underside of her bra to reveal both of her matured breasts, with pink nipples that already seemed to be hard. She wondered how Bobby would react to this, and she got her answer. She noticed that his eyes instantly became glued to her tits, and even widened at the sight of them. She couldn't blame him for acting like this, mom or not.

Men will always be attracted to tits, even their own mothers, she thought.

"I'll keep this brief," she said, trying to be composed. "You can determine if I'm crazy based on what happens next, okay?"

Laura picked up two sheets of tissue and placed them in the palm of her left hand. With her free hand, she grabbed the underside of her tit and squeezed. Then she milked herself, squeezing at the curved breast towards the nipple, then giving the nipple a light pinch.

As a result, a gush of milk squirted from the pores of her nipple. It was white, thick, and creamy. It gushed onto the tissue with a giant squirt. She repeated this process three times in quick succession. With each squeeze, more milk shot onto the tissue in her hand.

When she felt she had shown enough, she used the dry tissue to wipe her nipple clean, then she pulled her bra down to cover her breasts. Finally, she fixed her top so she was presentable again.

When she looked at Bobby, she noticed how flabbergasted he was, both by seeing her breasts so up close, and the fact that she squirted milk.

"Well?" she asked.

"I... I can't believe what I just saw."

"I don't want to go to the doctor's office just yet. They'll think I'm insane for even mentioning the temple experience."

"Any ideas for what you'll do?" he asked. "This is pretty weird."

"I was hoping to ask you. There must be something in your books, anything in your research, or professors you could make inquiries to."

He nodded. "I'll do that, right away. Jeez, I can't believe this is happening."

There was a brief pause as Laura prepared to drop the other big shocker. For a moment, she decided on how much she actually wanted to reveal.

"And another thing," she said.

"Yes?"

"I've been having the most bizarre dreams the last two days."

"Like what?" he asked hesitantly.

She paused for a moment. "I'd rather not go into all the details. But they were all rather explicit. Forget I said anything about that. Please, find out what you can and keep me updated."

"I will. God, I hope this is nothing. I mean, it could have been a reaction to something. Maybe you brushed up against an exotic plant which had this effect on your body. It could be gone soon."

She forced a smile. "I hope so. You could be right. It could be going away soon. You know that I have a tendency to overreact sometimes."

"I know you do," he replied with a genuine smile.

"Try to find out what you can for me, okay? In the meantime, I'll get started on dinner for us."

Laura stood up and gave him a kiss on the forehead. All the while, there was a creeping feeling within her that this was only the beginning.

Just before bedtime, Laura was in her bedroom wiping her breasts before she went to sleep. She had just finished squeezing several squirts of milk from her nipples into a glass cup to alleviate the pressure. It had been many many years since she had last expressed milk, and as bizarre as it was doing it at this age, she had to admit to herself that it felt nice. Her nipples had always been sensitive and the fullness of her breasts made the feeling even more intense.

She stopped when there was a knock on her door. She finished drying her nipples and pulled her top back down.

"Come in," she said.

Bobby opened the door and saw the wet paper towels alongside the glass cup of milk.

"Did I come at a bad time?"

She shook her head. "No, it's fine. Did you find anything?"

"Actually, I did," he said, holding up some printouts. "I looked through a textbook and that lead me to the right internet searches. I printed these papers for you to read."

He brought them to her and they sat on the bed together. He pointed out parts of the article which he had highlighted.

"I found out why the tour guide wanted to avoid that temple," Bobby began to explain. "Do you want to read it yourself, or do you want me to explain it to you?"

"I think it's better if you just explained it to me. After all, you're the expert in this field, not me."

He agreed. "Apparently the temple had been used for about a century to facilitate breeding. It's believed that the altar has special powers to induce fertility because of a spirit within it. According to this article, a few years ago, locals still believe that the altar has powers, and that many local women with fertility issues go to touch the statue for blessings."

"Has that been researched at all?"

"No. No one has bothered to see if those powers are true. What scientist would devote their resources to that? The whole thing is insane by modern and scientific standards."

Laura gestured to her cup of breast milk. "Except for this, right?"

"Oh... yeah... " he replied, a bit uncomfortably.

Her eyes lingered on him for a moment. At this point, she was keen enough to figure out that Bobby wasn't grossed out at all when he saw her tits earlier, nor was he disgusted looking at her milk now.

In fact, she had now become certain that it's the other way around.

Boys will be boys. And men will be men. Laura understood that.

"You act like you've never seen milk before," she said.

"Not yours, anyway."

"I'm sorry for showing you my breasts earlier. It was the only way to convince you that I haven't lost my mind."

"You're kind of right," he admitted. "It's not something you hear about everyday, and I honestly didn't know what to think."

Despite her better judgment, Laura felt compelled to push this along further. She knew she wasn't in her right state of mind with all the hormonal changes going on inside her body, but what else was a desperate woman to do?

"A first-hand learning experience, wouldn't you say?" she asked, almost suggestively.

"That's one way of looking at it."

"So it seems like we're both benefiting from this," she pointed out. "You're learning more about ancient magic than most could ever understand."

"And you? What's your benefit?"

Laura picked up the glass of milk and gently twirled it, so that the milk would sway side-to-side without spilling, in a perfectly circular motion. It was a hypnotic sight for Bobby, which is exactly what Laura had expected.

"The truth is, Bobby, lactating is a unique feeling for women," she explained. "It can be intense. My nipples have always been sensitive, and when my breasts are filled with milk that needs to be squeezed out... well... there's nothing like it. And it also plays to my maternal side. Oddly, I feel complete as a woman when I lactate. It makes me feel like I'm nourishing life from my nipples. Your father used to nurse from my lactating breasts and it was one of the most erotic things we had ever done as a couple."

She noticed him instantly becoming uncomfortable (in a good way), and that made her smile.

"Oh..."

"It's getting late," she said. "And I've had a long day."

He paused, then forced himself to speak. "What are you going to do with that milk?"

Laura thought for a moment and smiled. She lifted the glass and brought it to her lips and took a sip, which instantly made Bobby tense. She drank it slow and savored the creamy taste.

"Would you like some?" she asked, licking her lips after taking a sip.

"No... Umm... I can't."

"Nonsense. It's perfectly healthy and safe."

She brought the cup of her milk to her son's lips. Bobby sat frozen and clearly didn't know what to do. As she had expected, he opened his lips, and she brought the cup to his mouth and poured a little bit for him to drink.

When she moved the cup away, she watched with a perverted sense of delight as he closed his mouth and gulped it down.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" she asked.

He shook his head. "No. I... I should go no. Goodnight."

She said parting words as well, thanking him once again. Before he left, walking out of the doorway, a question came to her mind.

"In any of your research, was there a cure?" she asked before he left.

"From what I've read, there doesn't seem to be a cure. It ends when the woman is finally impregnated."

A moment lingered between them, wondering if that was actually the case, before they both said goodnight again.

It was 2 am when she awoke, her body covered in sweat. Her nipples ached and her breasts needed to be milked again. In all her life, she had never produced this much milk so rapidly. Most striking of all, her pussy was soaking wet and her clit felt stiff.

She just had the most intense, vivid erotic dream of her life, and with her heart pounding so fast, and her pussy still aching, she knew she couldn't get back to sleep. There was only one thing she could do and her body compelled her to do it.

While she was still dressed in a nightgown with nothing underneath, she got out of bed and walked down the hall. It was a full moon night, which shone through the windows and allowed her to see.

She entered her son's bedroom. He was still in a deep sleep. He awoke the moment she turned on his bedside lamp, which shined on his face.

"Mom?" he groaned, struggling to open his eyes.

She sat beside him. "I'm sorry to wake you. But it's all so clear to me now. I had a dream."

"About what?"

"Everything," she said with clarity. "I understand it all. How it works. What it is. What I'm supposed to do."

He gulped at his mother's suggestive nature. "And what's that?"

"Can I show you? There's no other way. I have to."

He nodded and softly replied, "Okay."

"Don't be startled. I know what I'm doing. And I know this may seem completely out of character for me, but this is my decision. If you don't agree, at any point, then we can stop."

Laura gently and casually lifted his blanket and pulled it down to his legs. Her fingers hooked underneath the waistband of his shorts, then she pulled it down so that his flaccid penis was exposed.

"Mom..." he said as his body flinched and he tried to cover himself.

She used her hands to touch his body, putting him at ease. She saw that his eyes were wide and that he was in complete disbelief over what was happening.

"Shhh..." she whispered. "It's okay. You have nothing to be ashamed of. I know what I'm doing."

Laura reached down and touched his flaccid penis, and within seconds, it came to life and grew in her hand. A man's growth always amazed her. It went from something soft and delicate, to something hard and menacing. And it was her own son's.

"Why are you doing this?" he asked nervously.

She continued caressing him. "I've been having dreams the last few nights. Vivid dreams, and I've had the most vivid dream yet before I came here."

"About what?"

"What I'm doing right now," she said, rubbing his stiff shaft. "Whatever happened in that temple, it's too late to fix. Things will only get worse for me unless..."

Her voice trailed off and she used two hands to work the hard cock.

"Unless what?" he asked. "Mom, there has to be another way."

"So you don't want this?"

"Mom... I... We can't..."

She squeezed him tighter. "If you don't want this, you would have stopped me the second I pulled your shorts down. Don't deny it. I'm not stupid."

"What do you mean?" he asked, offering no resistance to the continuous stroking his mother gave.

"Your eyes were glued to my nipples. And you liked tasting my milk. I could tell you were really aroused. There may be good news."

He gulped. "What?"

"I may have plenty more milk on the way. Relax. Don't be startled."

Much to Bobby's sudden disappointment, Laura released her grip on his cock. She stood and lifted the bottom of her nightgown, which exposed her pubic hairs under the strong lamp light. Bobby's eyes were glued. But that wasn't the intent of this.

Laura put a knee on the bed and climbed over her son's stiff cock. She lowered herself, using one hand to hold the cock upright. When she lowered herself further, the tip of his cock touched her labia, causing him to squirm. When she lowered herself further, the cock slid inside of her pussy. Entry was easy because of how aroused her pussy was. She was naturally dripping wet and arousal always makes for easy entries.

His eyes widened as his cock went all the way inside of her pussy. Laura sat down on his crotch and they looked each other in the eyes.

"This is how it's going to work," she said, gently rocking her hips. "If at any point, you want me to stop, I'll stop immediately. All you have to do is tell me to stop. If you refuse to answer, I'll consider that an acceptance."

Both of them breathed heavier and she gyrated her lips a little more. She put her hands on his chest for support.

"Why are you doing this?" he breathed deeply. "Are you under some sort of..."

She cut him off, rocking her hips some more. "I know exactly what I'm doing. I have to do this. I just have to."

Showing his lust, Bobby used both hands and held onto his mother's hips underneath her nightgown.

"What did you dream about?" he asked, his mother riding him faster now. "Was it about the temple?"

Laura's breathing became more labored. "For the past few nights, I've dreamt about you getting me pregnant. They were random dreams. Different places. Us having sex and I knew I was pregnant after we finished. But an hour ago I dreamt... Oh... Just like that..."

Her mouth widened and her eyes briefly closed. Bobby had taken charge and pulled her hips closer, and he squeezed her hips tighter too. The erotic motions had found its way to her elusive g-spot.

"Tell me."

She mustered her breath. "I had an orgasm as I slept. I dreamt of this happening, us having sex, me on top of you. Everything you've said just now, it happened in my dream. It was like I saw the future."

More passion grew between them. She squeezed his chest tightly and thrust her hips even harder, making her son gasp for air. She was in complete control now. Her pussy clenched tight with every thrust she gave.

She continued, "Oh... Uhh... I've felt it... That's why I'm doing this."

"What else did you see?"

The question caused Laura to have a moment of reflection. She slowed her thrusting until it came to a halt, and instantly she could tell that Bobby was disappointed that their fuck session had stopped.

"Months from now," she said, sitting on his raging hard cock. "I saw myself pregnant. I was in the kitchen, naked, cooking for you. And when you went to the kitchen, you were already used to seeing me pregnant and naked, cooking for you. It was like our new life. You took a moment to admire my belly and swollen breasts."

"I did?"

"Don't act surprised. I know you were aroused by seeing my breasts today. And I especially know that you almost became hard drinking my milk when I fed it to you."

He gulped. "What else happened in the dream?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yes, of course."

She rubbed his chest. "You hugged me from behind. I turned to face you. Then you kissed my chest, my belly, then you drank from my nipples. After you had your appetizer of fresh milk, I sucked your cock. Then we ate our meal."

"Oh god."

"These are the kinds of things I had been dreaming about. They all felt so real. The common thing was, you got me pregnant. Ever since I touched that statue on the altar, I was never the same. And your research was right; this won't stop until..."

"Until what?" he asked, knowing.

"You get me pregnant."

He sighed, "So what do we do?"

"Are you willing to go all the way?"

Bobby was too stunned to answer. And like Laura had said earlier, silence would be treated as a form of acceptance. With her pussy raging the way it was from all her drastic hormonal changes, she needed this. She needed this so badly. Her body craved it immeasurably.

As she stared into his eyes, she clenched her pussy as tight as she could. Then she rocked her hips. Her pussy felt right with Bobby's cock inside it. Her son's cock. Her pussy had never felt so complete in her entire life. And that confirmed that she had made the right decision.

Laura pulled her nightgown over her head to be completely naked. Her breasts were stiff from arousal and fullness from the milk inside. She loved the fact that Bobby gazed so lovingly at her tits.

She rocked her hips fast. Faster than she ever had before. The bed squeaked and she rocked so hard that her tits swayed in the air. Both of them moaned. Laura nearly screamed as her g-spot was being struck.

"Mom! I'm going to..."

Magical words to her ears.

"Cum inside me," she whispered as the bed kept on creaking. "I want this to happen. Make me complete."

It felt like something supernatural was happening when they both inexplicably reached an insanely powerful orgasm at the exact same time. As her pussy squirted and clenched, shooting a flood of her juice down, making a mess all over Bobby and his bed, Bobby came as well.

His cum was equally as powerful. His cum shot straight into her fertile womb. For the first time in Laura's life, she was able to feel cum inside her womanly parts. It was like she could sense it somehow.

In their throws of orgasm, they both breathed deeply, heart rates out of control, and her eyes nearly rolled back.

Then she collapsed on top of his chest, pressing her tits and nipples on top of him. Both of their sexual organs ached from the immense pleasure they gave each other.

"What did we do?" he asked after a minute of silence and recovery.

She caressed his cheek, then kissed it. "We did what we had to. We did what was best for us."

The next morning was a haze. Laura woke up first, as she always did. She put on her nightgown and left her son's room, where he was still sleeping.

After she washed up and went downstairs for coffee, she heard Bobby in the upstairs bathroom washing up as well.

She got started making breakfast on the stove. She also realized that she still smelled like cum, which was dried all over her inner thighs. With what had happened in her womb, she knew she was in for a new reality. A new life entirely.

This was the first step in her new life. So she embraced it, pulling off her nightgown and tossing it on the chair. She cooked while she was completely naked.

Minutes later, Bobby came down and was treated to the stunning sight of his naked mother, stirring the stove top, with her nipples so hard.

"Breakfast will be ready soon," she said, trying to be casual about this.

"I'm starving."

"For eggs?" she asked, knowing that wasn't it.

Her body tensed when he approached her from behind and gave her a big hug, feeling her naked body. He cupped each of her full tits, then rubbed down to her stomach.

"Are you really..." his voice trailed off for a moment. "You know... "

"Yes, I am. I know I am. And no, I don't regret it. Do you?"

He spun her around and bent down to suck her nipples. He took each nipple in his mouth and sucked, sending the creamy white goodness down his throat. More came out when Laura squeezed the underside of each breast as she was being suckled. He drank heartily.

"The eggs will become overcooked," she said, milking her tits for him.

He briefly spit a nipple out, with milk all over his lips. "I think I'm on a new diet now."

"Good," she said, turning the stove off. "Because with all the milk I'm producing, I can't possibly drink it by myself. I need a helper."

Bobby went back to work on each nipple, sucking them so hard that Laura almost told him to slow down because it hurt a little. But as much as it hurt, it also made her pussy so very wet.

He spat a milky nipple out. "You aren't the only one who's producing a lot of protein."

"Is that so?" she smiled.

"Why don't you find out for yourself?"

So she did. After her milk had been adequately drained that morning, it was her turn to find out what her son had to offer. She got on her knees and pulled his shorts down. Unlike the night before, he offered zero resistance and let his cock hang free. It was already hard.

Laura looked up at her son, who now had a more dominant and confident attitude when it came to sexual relations with his own mother. It was something she could get used to.

She bent forward to suck his dick. He gasped immediately, which she was glad to hear. She wanted to make a good first impression the first time sucking his cock, so she took it deeper, towards her throat. She wanted to show that she was more than just a professional woman, housekeeper, and mother. She wanted to show that she could suck a good cock, that she was a sexual human being like any other woman.

"Oh, fuck mom, you're the best," he moaned.

Her sucking was relentless. "Mmm Hmmm..."

As she focused her sucking on the tip of his head, her hands stroked him at a furious pace. She looked up at him while he came, and she swallowed every last drop of cum which ejaculated into her mouth.

She was certain she had succeeded in convincing Bobby that she could handle all of his sexual needs as a young man. After all, this would be their new life together. Thanks to the fertility temple.

The End

497 Fertility Temple, Lactating Sister

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After getting her nursing license two years ago, Rebecca's parents thought she was crazy for accepting a job at the American-led excavation site in central Mexico.

She was part of the medical team responsible for monitoring the health of all the workers involved in the digging and research. She lived on-site with the team and they were lucky to each have their own private tent.

A few weeks into the excavation, the project made worldwide headlines. They appeared to have discovered an ancient underground temple. The temple lay in ruins as a result of several earthquakes which occurred over several centuries.

Rebecca's parents finally understood why she was so eager to accept the job when it came her way. To show their support, they decided to pay her visit and take her brother, Dylan, along on the trip. They would stay at a small hotel just a few miles away from the excavation site.

Rebecca was still in her blue nursing uniform when her family arrived to the outskirts of the digging site. They greeted each other warmly. She was super excited to show them the few parts of the sites that were open to the public.

"Can you believe this?" Mom said as she looked over at the places where many experts and archaeology students were touring.

Dad chimed in, "It's like watching National Geographic or the Science Channel. Amazing."

"Or a movie set," Dylan added to the conversation.

Rebecca smiled, "They've been digging up all sorts of precious artifacts. Obviously, it's all under lock and key. So that's off limits. But at least you can see the digging from here."

Her family agreed and marveled at the site.

That evening, Rebecca did her routine checkups of the crew. Her main focus was to ensure that the digging and research teams stayed in good health.

Her last patient for the day was a woman named Maria, who was part of a catering group.

They made small talk in English while Rebecca did the physical check-up and wrote down notes for the on-site doctor to review later. After examining the woman's eyes, ears, and tonsils, Rebecca reached for her stethoscope to examine the woman's breathing.

"I have milk," Maria said randomly in broken English, before the stethoscope could touch her chest.

"What do you mean?" Rebecca asked, abandoning her attempt to assess her patient's breathing.

"My breasts. I have milk, Ms. Thomas."

"You mean breastmilk?"

"Yes, yes, that is what I mean."

Rebecca checked her files. "Are you pregnant? That's not listed on your profile. For health reasons, pregnant women aren't allowed on this site. It's a risk, Ms. Sanchez."

"No, no, I'm not pregnant," Maria said, shaking her head.

"Then you were pregnant? That's not listed either. I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to report this. It's for your own safety. I hope you understand. The fumes on this site may be a health danger to a woman in your condition."

"No, no, it's the temple, Ms. Thomas."

Rebecca raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"Your researchers from America do not understand. It's a local history that some stones cause fertility. They give a strong energy."

"I don't think I understand."

"I want to keep working here," Maria explained. "I need the money and care for everyone working here. Please make sure my health is okay. Please do that for me."

It was all very odd. This woman genuinely seemed to believe that the site was causing her to lactate.

"Ms. Sanchez, if you're pregnant, or were pregnant in the past, then you have to disclose that. I have an ethical obligation to the medical team and to you, to report things accurately."

Maria was determined. "Look, I'll show you."

Maria lifted her shirt to reveal her stomach, so that Rebecca could see for herself that she didn't have any of the stretch marks that a recently pregnant woman would have had. Rebecca understood this.

Being a medical professional who prided herself on being better able to assist women, Rebecca sat stoically as Maria lifted her bra to expose her breasts. Whatever this was, it must have been important, since Maria was certainly a dignified woman who worked hard every single day.

Maria's nipples appeared dark and swollen. She pinched each of her nipples and milk squirted from them. It was clear that she was indeed lactating. For good measure, Maria gave her nipples another squeeze and more milk shot onto the floor.

They had been on the site for a month already, and Rebecca had not seen any evidence of lactation from Maria or any of the other workers before. This was definitely something new.

"Please don't tell doctor," Maria said calmly in broken English.

"It would be in your best interest to declare this to the doctors, Ms. Sanchez. I'm trying to do what's best for you."

"The doctors will think I'm crazy," Maria pleaded. "I may lose my job. I may even be studied like a lab animal. Soon, you may have same issue."

"Why would I have the same issue?" Rebecca asked, shocked.

"The altar was found yesterday. It was described in local history, which only a few know about. Me and the other women have experienced changes too. Soon, you will also."

Rebecca was dismayed at the thought any woman being treated like a lab animal for simply having milk. But she also knew that women didn't simply start lactating out of the blue. There had to have been a plausible medical explanation somewhere.

"There are other women who are experiencing this?" Rebecca asked.

"Yes, yes, so far I hear from my cooking partners. They have the same experience today. A day after the discovery of the altar. The carved rocks."

"Do they wish to consult Dr. Ford about this? I can arrange a meeting tomorrow. I promise the matter will be discussed in total confidence. There must be a reasonable explanation."

Maria looked skeptical. "This is the Fertility Temple. It is only temporary, while we're here. Please, monitor our health while we are under its spell. And please, don't be alarmed when you start experiencing the same changes. I don't want to discuss this with Dr. Ford. This should stay between us women. Western men don't understand. "

There was complete sincerity from Maria, and that sent a shiver down Rebecca's spine.

The next morning. Her parents were back on site to happily observe as much of the excavation as they could. Her brother was enjoying the free, freshly squeezed fruit drinks which were being provided to everyone. And she was on a break from her medical duties.

When she found her brother, she gave him the most serious expression she could possibly muster.

"I need to talk to you," she said. "In my private tent."

Dylan had never seen her look quite so serious. She looked almost scared.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"There's something I need to show you."

They walked for several minutes to her tent where they would have some privacy. It was a small tent, just big enough to accommodate a standard camping cot and a wooden chest for her personal belongings.

"What's up?" he asked, as they sat on the cot.

"You're the only person I can trust," she replied. "As a psychology major, do you believe that thoughts can influence the human body?"

Naturally, he looked puzzled for a moment. "Sure they can. It happens all the time."

"I mean, biologically speaking."

"Yes, sure. Why? You're the medical profession, not me."

"But you're the only person I can talk to at the moment."

"Not the doctors here?" he asked, somewhat surprised, and a little curious.

"No, not yet."

"Why?"

"You'll think I'm crazy," she said.

"Just tell me. You're really freaking me out. I've never seen you like this before. You're... panic-stricken."

"That's because I'm panicking!"

His eyes widened. "Is your life in danger?"

"No."

"Then tell me already," he said.

Rebecca told him everything Maria had told her, taking care not to divulge her patient's identity. She left nothing out. She told him about Maria's 'condition,' her claims regarding the local legends, and most importantly, that the effects of the fertility temple are felt by all women who come into direct contact with the site.

When it was all laid out there, the siblings sat quietly for a moment, looking each other in the eyes. Dylan was as dumbfounded as his sister.

"And you believe it?" he asked.

"What do you think?" Rebecca asked with a nervous laugh. And then, more carefully, "Would you think I'm crazy if I did believe it?"

"I watch Ancient Aliens all the time. Sure, I believe it's possible."

"And you believe the stuff about my patient's milk?"

He shrugged. "You saw the milk, right? You saw it with your own eyes? You saw it coming directly from her body?"

"Yes, I saw all of it."

"Then I believe it. But the big question is, was she pregnant before? Are you sure she isn't now?"

"I went through her medical file this morning," Rebecca said. "She has never been pregnant, and she isn't now."

"What about her female colleagues? Have you interviewed them?"

"Not yet. They haven't mentioned anything, and I haven't asked."

"What's the big deal, anyway?" he asked. "If she has milk, big deal? Good for her."

"The big deal is that..." she hesitated mid-sentence. "I think it's better if I show you."

Dylan immediately caught on and began to understand why she was in the state she was. "You mean, you think it's happening to you, whatever this is?"

"Yes. Could you handle it if I showed you?"

Under normal circumstances, Rebecca would obviously never ever show her breasts to her brother. They were close, but this went far beyond what is acceptable between a brother and sister.

Sure, they liked to tease each other and be competitive sometimes, but they would never ever try to humiliate each other, or get each other into trouble. But they had always helped each other. It was a code they shared.

This was certainly a situation in which Rebecca needed her brother's help.

"I mean, if you're okay with it," Dylan said awkwardly, knowing he was in a tough spot as a brother.

"I think I am. I've seen lots of body parts for this job. If I expect others to endure my examinations, then I should be okay with being examined myself, especially for my own urgent needs."

"Really, you don't have to do this. I believe you. I really do, unless this is some sort of elaborate joke to mess with my mind."

She smiled then shook her head. "I'm totally serious. And I really need someone's help on this."

"Then why don't you talk to one of the doctors?" he asked.

"They'll put me in a lab or something. Worse case scenario, I'll be featured on the national news in America. Even worse than that, I'll make international headlines. It'll be a sensational news story because... you know... I'm a white girl from California who became possessed, or whatever, by spirits in an ancient fertility temple."

"That makes sense," he acknowledged. "Do you really think you're possessed?"

Rebecca sighed. "Well, I did have a weird dream last night."

"About?"

"It might be better if you didn't know."

"That's not fair," Dylan said. "You're telling me all this stuff, and now you're keeping secrets? You've got to be kidding!"

She sighed again. "It was a wet dream. I mean, vivid. Insanely vivid."

"What do you mean?"

"Remember that classic horror movie where a woman dreamt that a bunch of naked people groped her body and impregnated her?"

He nodded, "That was a great movie."

"Well, I dreamt of something similar."

"Who were the naked people impregnating you? Or doing whatever."

"You really, really don't want to know," she said, somewhat on the defensive now.

"Come on, I want to know."

Rebecca gathered her strength. "Dad, Mom, and you. Lots of oral, lots of sex. It was very lewd and obscene."

"Jesus."

"I know. It was the craziest thing ever. It all felt so real, so intimate, like it actually happened."

"That's weird."

"When I woke up, my breasts felt full," she said. "They felt swollen. When I went to the bathroom and had some privacy in the shower, I gave my nipples a squeeze, thinking of what I'd been told. I thought it was all in my mind. That what she told me had triggered strange dreams somehow, like watching a scary movie."

"But then milk came out?"

She nodded. "I've always had sensitive nipples. I love playing with them and pinching them. When I squeezed them in the shower this morning, for the first time in my life, they spurted milk. I was like a cow."

"How many times did you do it? It could have been a freak coincidence."

"I did it once to check. A second time to make sure I wasn't crazy. I didn't do it again. I was too afraid."

Dylan paused for a moment. "Show me. I have to see this... that is... if you're okay with showing me."

"Sure I am. I was the one that brought you here."

Rebecca lifted her blue nursing top to reveal her tummy, before lifting it higher to reveal a white cotton bra encapsulating her ample breasts.

She unfastened the clip at the front and her breasts fell free, exposing her areolas and swollen nipples. Her nipples were hard and Dylan had never quite seen areolas that large. To be honest, he'd never have imagined that his sister's would be as dark as they were either.

Dylan stared at them. "Are they always that... big? And that color?"

"They're much more swollen than usual. My nipples look bigger and they're much pokier, if you get what I mean by that. My areolas are usually very light pink. They're definitely a few shades darker now."

"I see what you mean," he said, still unable to drag his eyes away from his sister's swollen breasts.

"For once in your life, you have my permission to stare at them. I'm going to squeeze. Hopefully nothing will come out and it was all a strange coincidence. Here it goes."

Rebecca positioned her fingers around her breasts and squeezed the area around her nipples gently.

Sure enough, white milk started squirting from her chest. It shot far, much like Maria's did the previous day. She did it again. Then again. It left stains on her pants and a little puddle on the floor in front of her.

When she stopped after the fifth squeeze, two drops of milk sat on the tips of her nipples. They looked like two little white dots. She just left them there, not thinking about what the image was doing to her bewildered brother.

"It looks like it's still happening," she said. "It's a lot more than this morning. That means it's only gotten worse."

Dylan's eyes were transfixed. "Oh wow."

"You can look at my eyes now," Rebecca said, a little too sharply.

He blushed a little. "Sorry."

"Any ideas?" she asked, her tits still out.

"None whatsoever."

"Please, do something for me. Get on the computer and search for anything you can find about what could have caused the women to lactate like this. It could be something in the food."

"Got it."

"And please don't tell Mom or Dad."

"Never," he replied. "They'll think I'm a creep for ogling at your nipples."

"You were ogling at my nipples?"

He shook his head. "You know what I meant."

"I have to get back to work soon. Things are busy today. Can we meet again this time tomorrow?"

"Sure, that'll work. Dad really loves the excavation stuff, and Mom loves seeing the artifacts from afar. So they'll still be busy; I'll sneak off."

"Thanks so much," she said graciously. "You're the best. Hopefully we can figure out what the hell is going on."

"Yeah, I hope so."

"You should go now. I need to clean myself and get back to work."

He took another glance at her nipples. "You'll be okay. I promise."

When he left, Rebecca sat quietly for a moment. Sure, she should have tucked her breasts back into her bra the moment the demonstration ended, but she didn't want to for some reason. She liked having them out. Something had made her want to keep her tits exposed.

She considered using a tissue to wipe the milk off her nipples. Instead, she pulled each nipple towards her mouth, bending her head down, and gave each one a suck.

It tasted sweeter than she had imagined. Satisfied, she fastened her bra and pulled down her shirt. It was time to get back to work. But what she really wanted to do was play with her tits and masturbate all day.

That evening, Maria purposefully waited to be the last to be seen by Rebecca. She didn't need the checkup, really. She had a clean bill of health. What she really wanted, which was obvious to Rebecca, was to have a private conversation while no one else was around.

"Are you okay?" Maria asked as soon as they were in the privacy of the examination room. "Your breasts? Any signs?"

Rebecca came clean, "I've been lactating all day."

She had planned to keep it a secret, but it felt so good to speak to another woman about it, someone who'd understand what she was experiencing.

Maria was unphased. "I can tell, Ms. Thomas. Your face seems bright and your breasts look fuller than the last time we spoke."

It was a comment which made Rebecca feel very self-conscious. Was it really that obvious? Maybe to another woman, it would be?

"How are the other women doing?"

"We can handle this," Maria said calmly. "We milk ourselves during the break. No one knows. The fertility temple will lose its power over us when the structure has been taken apart. Until then, no one must know. It must be a secret."

Rebecca nodded. "I've only told my brother. He's good at keeping secrets."

"You are a lucky woman, Ms. Thomas."

"Why?"

"You have someone to help you."

"What do you mean?" Rebecca asked.

Maria put her hand above her own crotch. "These feelings. They are very intense for us. We have to work all day preparing and serving food. At night, we must prepare for the next day. We have no one to help us with the needs the temple is awakening in us. No time for it either."

It was clear what Maria meant. Apparently these strong sexual feelings were shared amongst the women at the site.

"He's my brother," Rebecca softly restated, shocked that Maria could even think such a thing.

"Yes, but he is available for you. He can keep a secret for you. He can please you. He can cure you. Yes, he can cure you. Spare you from this."

At first, Rebecca wondered if, due to their cultural and linguistic differences, she had misunderstood what Maria was implying. But the suggestive look that Maria was giving her made everything clear.

"We don't do that in America," Rebecca said as politely as possible. "Is that allowed here?"

"No, no, it's not. But who knows what one will do in times of emergency."

Rebecca smiled uncomfortably. "I'm not that desperate. Thanks for the suggestion though."

"Can you help me, please?" Maria asked shyly, and somewhat desperately.

"Absolutely, I'm here for you."

Maria slowly lifted her shirt. "Help me, please, Ms. Thomas. I need you to help me, here. In this part."

There was pure desperation in Maria's eyes and voice and she exposed her breasts and dark nipples. Today, her breasts seemed to be fuller and the nipples larger.

Maria sat there with puppy dog eyes while holding her breasts in the palms of her hands.

As a nurse, Rebecca had a duty of care and a duty to the people she was caring for. She was used to seeing bare body parts. But for some reason, she was unusually drawn to what she was seeing. She felt hypnotized. She felt compelled.

Giving into temptation, Rebecca looked around, as if to make doubly sure that no one had snuck into the room to observe them, and when it was clear that no one would see them, she bent down and took one of Maria's engorged nipples into her mouth.

It was the first time she had ever done this to another woman. She had never even kissed a girl before, let alone this. It was easier than expected. She gave it a good suck, pulling lightly at the nipple with her lips, and making Maria moan.

She felt the milk shooting into her mouth. It was the most delicious thing Rebecca had ever tasted. Then she turned her attention to the other nipple.

'Te amo,' Maria whispered in Spanish.

As she lapped up the sweet milk, Rebecca could have sworn that Maria was in the midst of having an orgasm. Was this from having her nipples sucked? Rebecca kept on sucking and groping each breast, letting the milk shoot into her mouth

With the way Maria was moaning, there was no doubt that she was having an orgasm, and that aroused Rebecca too. Rebecca loved giving this pleasure to her patient, and yes, she knew that performing this sexual act was very unethical. She nevertheless felt herself becoming decidedly turned-on.

After having paid each nipple proper attention, Rebecca returned to her senses and pulled her mouth away. But she couldn't resist one final lick to each of Maria's nipples. Sitting back up, she wiped the milk from her lips using the back of her hand.

"I shouldn't have done that," Rebecca said, still licking her lips.

"Thank you. Thank you so much, Ms. Thomas. You are a saint for keeping these secrets and helping me."

Maria tucked her breasts back into her clothes, stood up, and gave Rebecca a kiss on the forehead.

"This was purely professional," Rebecca explained, still flushed. "I did it to help you."

Maria gave her another kiss on the forehead. "Yes, Ms. Thomas. You are very kind. I will return tomorrow night for another check-up. Is that okay?"

"It's my job."

"Would you like me to help you?" Maria asked softly.

"I... I have to draw the line there."

"Then your brother should help you."

Rebecca froze at the comment.

When they went their separate ways for the night, Rebecca felt a burning sensation between her legs. She rushed towards her tent. It would be a long night.

Dylan was a little busier than expected the next morning because their parents were in a talkative mood. When their parents finally decided to take a long walk around the perimeter of the excavation site, he was able to focus on his brotherly duties.

Rebecca, still dressed in her blue nursing outfit, spotted him around the tents. They met up and a wave of relief washed over her. Unlike their normal get-togethers, she felt the need to give him a big hug and held it for a while.

"What's gotten into you?" he asked, patting her back to show affection.

"Just felt like having some human contact."

They took a casual walk around the campsite. There were plenty of workers taking a break, sitting around, but none of them understood much English so the siblings could speak freely.

"I did something with Maria last night," Rebecca said. "Something I shouldn't have done. Something I would never have done, if not for the effects of... whatever this is."

"What happened?"

Rebecca looked around, then whispered as they walked, "I nursed from her breasts."

"You what?" Dylan's eyes widened.

"That's right. You heard correctly. She was desperate. She was in the same flustered mood I was. When she exposed them to me, it was like I had no control over myself. Well, barely any control, anyway. I felt consumed by something. So I gave in. I suckled from them."

"Jesus, that's wild. You're sure this isn't a prank, right? This isn't some elaborate ruse of some kind?"

She flashed a wry smile. "I love pranks, but I would never, and I repeat, I would never show you my nipples as part of any prank. I don't care how good the payoff is. My nipples are off limits."

"Good point," he replied. "I needed some extra clarity on that."

"Did you find anything interesting? You know, research."

"I did, actually."

She seemed taken aback. "Really? I'm surprised."

"So am I, after an hour of searching online. It's from an old and outdated source, but apparently this temple... well... do you want the academic version, or plain English?"

"Plain English works best. With all the stress I've been going through, I don't have the intellectual stamina to decipher all this at the moment."

"Okay, then," he said. "The statues in the altar make women horny, fertile, and all the rest. Basically all the stuff you were talking about."

"Yikes. What was the source?"

"Some old website that hasn't been updated in forever. Its original source was from hundreds of years ago. A European explorer stumbled across this place and the locals shared the folklore with him. That's it. There was nothing else besides that passing reference."

"Just that one sentence?"

"Some other stuff too," he said. "But it won't help for you to dwell on it."

She gave him a sharp look. "Okay, that's some bullshit if you don't tell me the rest. Come on, spit it out."

"Your call," he shrugged. "Apparently, women in close proximity to the altar become sex-crazed, to use modern day language. The only cure for it, besides avoiding the altars, is to have your cravings satisfied."

It all made sense. The dreams. The feelings in her mind and body. The feeling inside of her womanly parts. It was all because of the temple.

She remembered what Maria had told her. It sounded crazy before, but with her hormones raging as they were, it now seemed highly likely that she has indeed been possessed!

This job was set to last another two months, which was the best assessment. The pay was great, and she was gaining valuable experience. The work was also rewarding emotionally. In addition, the doctors were highly respected. They would be excellent references should she seek employment elsewhere. Hell, they may even hire her again someday! But she couldn't continue like this.

It was a difficult decision, but her mind was made up.

"Dylan, I'm going to be here for several more weeks," she said with firmly.

"I know. I think you could make it. Just... I don't know... pump your breasts? I know that sounds like worthless advice, but I would't suggest it if I didn't believe that you were tough enough to handle it."

"No I'm not. Don't you remember what I said yesterday? This 'situation' is consuming my mind and my body."

He looked stunned for a moment. "Did you have those dreams again?"

"I did," she said nodding. "It was much more vivid."

"Shit. You're better off quitting and coming back home."

"No, I won't do that. I love this job too much to quit."

"Then what are you going to do?"

Rebecca took her brother's hand. "Let's go to my tent. Let's end this once and for all."

In her tent, Rebecca kicked off her shoes and unceremoniously pulled down her pants.

"What the hell?" Dylan exclaimed with wide-eyes.

"I desperately need your help with my breast milk." Rebecca was almost pleading now.

She was frantic as she kicked off her pants and bent down to remove her socks so that she was barefoot. Soon she straightened up, now wearing only her blue nurse's top and white panties.

"Dressed like that?" he asked, with his eyes roaming over her legs.

"You know that I'm desperate. And you know this is the only way to stop this curse, or whatever it is that's happening to the women at this site! I'm losing my mind, Dylan."

Dylan gulped and eventually nodded. "What do you need from me?"

Despite her resolve, Rebecca hesitated before slipping her hand inside her panties and gently inserting two fingers between her labia. All her fingers needed to do was give a quick rub to gather the evidence.

She pulled her hand out and showed the tips of her fingers to her brother. They glistened with her juices.

"I've felt like this all morning," she said, still holding her hand out. "As a woman, I know that my hormones change, but this is different. This feels unnatural."

"You should really consider informing the doctors you work for. Seriously, they're in the best position to help you."

She flashed him a you-must-be-kidding look. "Would you tell your employers that you're suffering from permanent erections as the result of the mystical powers of your workplace? They'll think you're a sex pervert."

"Good point," he conceded, barely able to hide his nervousness. "So you want me to..."

There was no way he could finish that sentence. He was her brother for Christ's sake!

Rebecca gave a curt nod. "Let's try it. My patient suggested that it was the only way to cure this condition. We'll try it once, and if it works, it will have been worth it."

"And if it doesn't?" he asked.

"Well, I've been told repeatedly that I have a world-class pussy. And I do sometimes get the impression that you want to fuck me."

His jaw dropped. "Now, you must be crazy if you think that."

"Now isn't the time for shame. I've seen all the glances and peeks you've given me over the years. Just yesterday the sight of my nipples basically put you in a trance."

"That's because they're tits, nice ones at that. Of course I'm going to be entranced."

She raised an eyebrow. "So the sight of my pussy won't give you an instant erection?"

To prove her point, she wrapped her fingers around the waistband of her panties.

"It probably would," he admitted, his eyes glued to her crotch.

"Will you do it, or not?"

""Tell me exactly what you want," he said. "And I mean clearly."

She took a deep breath. "I want you to fuck me. Make it hard and good, like you're spending your life savings to pay for it."

"Just like that?"

"It's that simple. No games. No foreplay. No bullshit. Just pure unadulterated fucking. Straight to the point. And, Dylan, please don't let Mom and Dad ever find out about this."

He was still fixated on her panties. "That would be for the best, I think."

"Can we get this over with?" she asked. "I need to get back to work soon. Can you start first?"

"It's better if you lead the way. You might slap me if you suddenly change your mind."

"You're right. I totally would, if I changed my mind."

Rebecca quickly removed her panties, tossing them on her camping cot. It was that simple. Now she was completely exposed from the waist down. At home in America, she kept her pussy clean shaven. Because those conveniences weren't really accessible here, there was a small patch of pubic hair on her crotch.

"Wow, you're actually serious," he said, eyes glued to his sister's pussy.

"Do you like it?" Rebecca asked, almost suggestively

"I do, but your bush is covering all the good parts, and of course, I haven't felt it in action yet."

"You're a tough crowd," she said. "How do you want to fuck me? Are you hard yet?"

"Kind of. Normally I'd be rock hard by now, but you're you. It's weird getting hard for you."

"Fair enough. I'll take the lead. We'll think of this as a medical procedure. For once, I get to be the doctor instead of the nurse."

"It'll work best that way, Doc," he said, getting into it.

They both grinned now. He would finally get to fuck her. And she would finally get to play doctor, relieve this spell, and have some great sex along the way (with her brother of people.)

She stepped towards her brother and yanked his shorts and underwear down in one quick move. As was to be expected, he flinched and took a step backward when his cock was exposed. He was about to fuck his sister after all!

Rebecca understood his hesitance. He wasn't the one being turned into a lactating, sex-crazed mess by the fertility temple.

It didn't take long for Dylan to become as hard as the rocks all around the excavation site. At first, he tried to cover his erection with his hands. Of course, this was a futile exercise, so he manned up and moved his hands away.

"Should we do it on the bed?" he asked.

Rebecca considered her needs for a moment. "No, I have a better idea."

She pushed her brother by the shoulders to a nearby crate and pushed him down so he sat on the lid.

"Do you want me to lay back?" he asked.

"No, sit up. I want to show you something."

She used her fingers to part her labia, exposing her pink opening to her brother. Her clit was swollen and glistening. Her pink hole was tight and drenched. She really was a perfect hot mess.

"Jeez," he whispered, not having seen anything like that before. "Does it always get like that?"

"By itself? No. The temple has had me looking and feeling like a waterfall lately."

"It could be some psychological thing, you know. Maybe your mind is commanding your body or something?"

Rebecca touched her chest. "And the milk?"

"Maybe. It's possible."

"It is," she replied. "But you're leaving soon. If you leave, I won't have anyone to fuck this spell out of me."

He gulped, nerves almost getting the better of him. "Are you sure this is the only way?"

"What do you think?" she asked, pushing her crotch out a little.

She grabbed her brother's wrist to bring his hand to her pussy. She wondered if she'd have to coax him some more. But just as she had suspected he would, Dylan quickly slipped his index and middle fingers into her wet hole. She couldn't stop herself, she gasped in pleasure. And relief. She stood above him, her hips thrust forward so he had unfettered access to her tight hole.

"Shit," he said, working his fingers in his sister's pussy. "I've never felt anything this hot and moist. Your juices are so sticky."

Rebecca had to keep her eyes from rolling back. "God. I could cum just from what you're doing with those fingers of yours, Dylan."

"Does fingering normally get you this close?" he asked, his fingers continuing their assault on her pussy, and his eyes glued to her crotch.

"Fuck no... Oh goodness... It usually takes me a good 15-20 minutes to cum from fingering. But this... oh god..."

Rebecca kept her eyes closed, head tilted back, as her brother kept on fingering her ultra-sensitive pussy. She moaned and seemed very relaxed. She realized that with this she has reached a level of depravity in her sex life. She reminded herself that she was forced to take this step.

"I could make you cum like this," he said, his fingers moving faster now. "We'll treat it as a test. After, we'll decide whether there's a need to continue."

She nodded, eyes still closed. "Hmm...Sounds good."

Rebecca was writhing on his hand ever so slightly now, clenching her pussy around his fingers.

They could hear some of the workers outside, chatting as they enjoyed their break. Rebecca was enjoying her break too. She was getting her pussy fingered and letting go of all the tension she had been feeling since learning about the spell of the fertility temple. She attempted to forget that it was her brother who had his fingers deep inside her wet pussy, and was shocked that the thought of her brother doing this to her was actually turning her on even more.

She started to breathe harder. Dylan was definitely a pro at fingering a woman's pussy. She savored the feeling of those penetrating fingers stroking her and hitting all her dirty little pleasure spots. She wondered if she would ever ask him again someday to do this again someday.

Maybe. Perhaps. If she was desperate enough in the future.

"Shit," she moaned, wetting her lips with her tongue. "I think I'm close."

"Good."

His fingers sped up. Soon, Rebecca's lips curled and she leaned forward to hold onto his shoulders as she convulsed around his fingers. She gave a soft little gasp as she came. She didn't want to be loud, knowing there were people all around her tent. God forbid anybody nearby rush into her tent, thinking there was an emergency, only to find them like this.

After she came, she looked down at her shocked brother, who still had his fingers inside of her pussy. Poor Dylan, he still had a raging hard-on.

"Did it work?" he asked, not knowing what else to say.

"I certainly came alright," she whispered in a much calmer voice. "But we need to be sure. Positively sure, or else all of this is a waste. By the looks of things, I'd say you're up for the task."

He blushed as he looked down at his erection. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy, which had stopped throbbing, and held them up so they could have a look.

"Jeez," he said, looking at his own fingers. "Thick, white, hot."

It was Rebecca's turn to blush. "It's not usually like that, you know. Not that it's any of your business."

"I totally get it. It's the temple's fault you're a horny mess," he said with a grin.

She smacked his shoulder playfully. "Very funny. Now make me cum again."

Rebecca positioned herself over her brother and his massive erection. She lowered herself onto him slowly. With the right sibling's teamwork, they made it a smooth process.

Her brother's cock slipped past her labia and smoothly went inside of her pussy. Since her legs were spread and her pussy was ready for action, the penetration was easy. Rebecca's pussy was ready for a lot more. It was as if she hadn't just cum.

When she rested her body weight on him, they were face to face, with him buried deep inside of her.

"I'll do the work," she said. "I know how I like it when I'm on top. I prefer riding. I hope you don't mind."

She thrust her hips backward and forwards as she rode her brother. She looked into his eyes. Yes, Dylan was loving this too. He loved fucking his sister, the little pervert. Rebecca smiled as the truth was revealed. She had suspected it all along. She received further confirmation when he reached out and grabbed her hips as they fucked.

"I think we need to do a little more," he grunted, as his cock was buried all the way up her pussy.

She slowed down. "Oh really?"

"Your, umm, milk... That's a big part of the spell cast by the altar, right? Now we're focusing on your mind and sexual parts, but what about your lactation? I think we have to attend to that too. Otherwise our efforts may be worthless."

She stopped riding completely and looked into his eyes. "What should we do?"

"I think it would be best if... nevermind..."

"Say it. Don't chicken out now. We're already having sex and you already made me cum once."

"Can I play with your nipples?" he asked shyly. "I mean, your sexual energy needs to be channeled there too, if that makes sense."

"All you had to do was ask," said with a wink.

Rebecca lifted her blue nursing top to expose her white bra. Dylan was transfixed and slipped his hands behind her back to undo her bra. Her stiff pink nipples were revealed as the bra fell away. Her breasts were much firmer and fuller than they were the day before. She hadn't had the opportunity to milk them as much as she wanted. Her nipples were also harder than before. They also appear to have grown in length.

Noticing the effect the sight of her breasts were having on her brother, she returned to grinding her hips, continuing to fuck her brother. She was looking forward to Dylan tweaking her nipples to stimulate them and hopefully releasing some of the tension.

She was taken by surprise when he leaned in and took one of her engorged nipples into his mouth. She was about to give him a piece of her mind, but Dylan was too masterful at what he was doing. He sucked on her right nipple, making her gasp loudly. Milk shot out and into his mouth. Her nipples had never felt so stimulated in her entire life.

Dylan let go of her nipple and her swollen breast, and reached up to cover her mouth with his hand. "Shhh... that was too loud."

She could see her milk -- her milk! -- around her brother's upper lip. Rebecca got even more turned on. It was amusing too. A breast milk, incesutous mustache.

"That felt insane," she whispered against his hand.

"Even more than my cock in your pussy?" he asked, removing his hand from her mouth

"It's a different feeling. Goodness, I think I'll explode if you keep that up."

He grabbed hold of her hips again. "Well, try to keep the volume down. We have work to do. Now get back to riding me. You need to cum again."

"Like I'm the only one who wants an orgasm here," she said sarcastically, clenching around his rock hard cock.

Out of spite, she started riding him more ferociously, almost using her pussy to attack her brother. Naturally, it backfired. He was enjoying this way too much!

When Rebecca couldn't keep up her 'assault,' she returned to her slow and steady riding of her brother. Dylan couldn't wait to start sucking on her nipples again, alternating between the right and the left one. She was somewhat shocked that her brother was so inclined to suck on her nipples as hard as he was, squeezing them with his hands, pulling at them with his mouth, devouring her milk.

Could he be possessed too? Or was he just a horny pervert who gets off on fucking his sister?

Rebecca wondered. It all felt so good, but Rebecca knew she would have to analyze this further at another time, when she wasn't so preoccupied with her pussy and her tits. She loved that they were fucking and that he was suckling at her breasts. She knew that the situation they were in now wasn't entirely due to the curse. This was her doing as well. How were they enjoying such a dark and dirty taboo as much as they were!?

"I think I'm going to cum again," she gasped.

Dylan's response was to squeeze her ass with both hands so that she'd fuck him faster and harder. It was such a turn-on watching her brother's lips around her nipples, going from one to the other, and seeing him suckling them until her milk was trickling down his chin.

"You are such a freak," she whispered. "A breastmilk-suckling freak."

He spat the nipple out. "Oh yeah? You're the one lactating and fantasizing about your family."

Those words had a devilish effect on Rebecca. She grinned like she was truly possessed.

"Oh yes," she replied, riding faster. "My nipples feel so good. Keep on doing what you're doing, my naughty brother."

She pulled her brother's head towards her chest, and he obliged, continuing to drink at his sister's breasts.

Rebecca continued riding. "Do you want to hear something really dirty? I dreamt that I sucked Dad's cock last night. That I ate all of his cum. I ate Mom's pussy afterwards. They watched as I took turns with each of them, giving them unholy pleasure."

She held Dylan's head in place so he couldn't move, so he had no choice but to keep on sucking.

She continued, "I dreamt about you too. I dreamt about us in this very position. You suckling my milky tits. You cumming inside me. You know what's fucked up? That you're literally going to cum inside me. I'm going to let you. Do you like that? Do you like being a sister-fucker? Do you like sucking on your sister's milk?"

Dylan looked up at her while nursing. Yes, he did like it. She was too good at reading him.

She grinned back. Then she clenched her pussy. While her brother was milking her tits, she was going to milk him of his cum. When Dylan started to cum and tried to remove his mouth, she held his head in place so that he couldn't let go of her nipples. Sure, this had to be done because she couldn't risk him growling out loud, but mainly, she couldn't stand the idea of his suckling coming to a temporary end. She was addicted to the feeling of her tits being nursed.

She was thrusting slowly now, but her pussy's grip on his cock remained incredibly tight. It felt like she was fucking her brother within an inch of his life. Dylan's eyes lost focus and his body relaxed.

She could feel her brother's cum floating inside of her, unlike any other time in her life. It felt most unusual, like she was hypersensitive. It made her feel like she had superpowers. This felt like a gift, not a curse, given to her by the almighty fertility temple.

"Oh fuck," he gasped, letting go of her breasts and licking the milk from his lips. "I've never cum that hard before in my life."

"I know."

Rebecca reached down to finish herself off. She was already on the brink from all this fucking and all these taboo sex acts, so it took her no time. She rubbed her painfully swollen clit in fast, circular motions.

As her brother's face was resting on her breast, she had a perfect view of a framed family picture next to her bed. It was a picture taken last year, all of them smiling. She was standing next to Dylan in the photo. The picture was a reminder of how taboo this current moment was.

It only made her orgasm more intense.

She squirted all over her brother's lap. He enjoyed hearing her breathless gasps in his ear. She writhed on his lap as her orgasm caused small tremors all throughout her pussy. Her eyes rolled back. It was the best orgasm of her entire life. When she was finally done, she rested her head against her brother's, leaning her bare chest against his.

"That was surreal," he said after a while, still waiting for her to recover.

Rebecca lifted her head and looked at him. "I know. I've never cum like that before."

Then she kissed him on the lips. She never thought they'd do that! Eventually she stood up, smiling at the trail of cum that was leaking from her pussy. She grabbed a tissue from the box beside her camping cot and proceeded to clean between her legs. After what they had just done, she was no longer shy about being exposed in front of her brother. Dylan gestured to her to hand him some paper too and proceeded to wipe her cum off his cock.

"Do you think that worked?" he asked as he wore his underwear and shorts.

Rebecca, who was now drying her milky nipples, stopped to think. Her nipples were still sensitive and she was careful not to apply too much pressure, for fear of making a milky mess again. When her tits were dried of her milk and her brother's saliva, she tucked them back into her bra, then she fixed her nursing outfit.

"I hope so," she said eventually, smoothing her clothes. "It was an interesting experience, whatever the outcome. Now if you'll excuse me, I owe my patient a special favor. An oral one to be precise. It's the least I can do. I'll tell you all about it tomorrow.

She gave a final wink.

They both made their way towards the tent's opening. They stood face to face and shared another kiss. And then another. Before long, their tongues were in each other's mouths, swapping the taste of fresh lactation. After what they had done to each other, a sloppy milky tongue kiss seemed rather appropriate.

After a while, they separated and stepped out of the tent and into the warm sunlight. Rebecca returned to her daily nursing duties and Dylan went in search of their parents.

The End