Echoes of Incest: A Mother's Longing

 

 

 

Echoes of Incest: A Mother's Longing

It was just after midnight when Joy Johnson got home from her job as the evening manager of the Glass City Plaza Hotel. She came into the house quietly, as she usually did. Although on many nights, one or more of her children would be awake and either studying or watching TV, tonight all was dark and quiet.

She made her way down the hall to the master bedroom, where she slept alone. Her husband had been killed in a vehicle accident 10 years earlier, and she had never remarried. As a newly widowed mother of three young children, grieving the loss of their father, she didn't want to get involved with anyone else. She just wanted to raise her children and get on with life.

She missed Jim, her husband, terribly even now. They had what she considered an excellent marriage. They were well-matched physically, mentally, intellectually, and sexually, with that all-important other ingredient. Joy and Jim had been swingers. They had been an unabashed, unapologetic, fun-loving, sucking, fucking, licking, sex-enjoying, and sharing couple. They did it all; well, Joy did. Jim was purely hetero, but Joy was an enthusiastic bisexual. She loved watching Jim fucking other women. He enjoyed watching her enjoying another man, or two, or three, as well as other women, with him quite often being in the mix when he wasn't otherwise occupied fucking some other man's wife or girlfriend.

Joy was one of those women who loved anal almost as much as vaginal sex and could often orgasm that way. She also loved sucking hard cock and swallowing cum as well as licking wet pussy and even licking cum out of another woman's well-fucked pussy and having it done to her. And, unlike many other men, Jim would enthusiastically lick his own cum from Joy's vagina after fucking her, giving her another orgasm in the process.

It was a year and a half before Joy contacted some of her swinging friends and got back into that scene. She enjoyed it well enough and was still somewhat active, but it just wasn't the same without Jim by her side, and after his death, she hadn't been interested in finding another partner, although many men had tried. Joy was quite an attractive woman, both in face and body, with rich auburn-colored hair, cut short and stylish, and green eyes and a winning smile. Plus she had that certain something that shouted out to men: FEMALE!

Of course, just because she didn't allow any man too close didn't mean Joy was any less interested in sex. She watched a lot of porn and masturbated regularly and had a variety of dildos and vibrators. It was just that, while raising her kids, she didn't feel like she wanted or needed the companionship of another man, or the complications that might bring to her family. And then there was the fact that ever since she was eighteen, and now she was 43, she had a rather perverse but secret interest in incest, and that included her own children as they became adults.

As Joy went by her youngest son's bedroom, she saw that his door was ajar. She decided to peek in on him. When she opened the door, she saw Itan lying, uncovered, with the moonlight streaming in through his bedroom window onto his gorgeous young man's fit and trim, muscular body...and his erect penis sticking straight up out of his boxers, the only clothes he had on. A twitch of desire shot through her. She knew society would condemn her for her thoughts, but there it was. Joy had a feeling of sexual desire for all three of her children, two sons and a daughter.

She knew it came from the fact that when she was 18, she had been at a party with her father, a rather wild party. Joy's girlfriend had confided in her that she was her own father's lover and truly loved being so. She suggested that Joy should become the lover of her own father, too, who her girlfriend thought was quite "yummy." Joy wasn't totally adverse to that suggestion, having had her own thoughts about her handsome and sexy father. Now, at the party, her girlfriend had made a rendezvous with Joy's father to meet in a small, dark room, a closet really, where the girlfriend would give him a blow job.

Then, the girlfriend convinced Joy to get to the room before her father and take the girlfriend's place without letting Joy's father know. Joy, thrilled, excited, somewhat confused about her emotions but willing, agreed. When her father came into the room and closed the door behind him, the darkness was complete.

"Where are you?" he asked.

"Shhh," Joy shushed him.

She took hold of his hand and pulled him up against her body. They kissed and kissed and kissed again. Not a word spoken. Then Joy, trembling but determined, went to her knees and began fumbling with her father's belt buckle.

"Damn, Mary," her father said, you're in a hurry, eh?"

He helped get his pants undone and down, and Joy could smell his cologne and his natural sexual musk and loved what she was smelling. She took his cock in hand. It was nearly fully hard. With a delightful naughty thrill, she slipped her mouth over her father's cock and began sucking it while stroking it with her hand.

"Oh God, Mary," Joy's father groaned quietly. "This is so exciting I don't know if I can last too long."

"Mmm-hmm," Joy mumbled, realizing she was about to get a mouthful of her father's hot, thick cum. Since the very first blowjobshe'd ever given, Joy, unlike her girlfriends, or most of them anyway, didn't mind the taste or texture of semen and willingly swallowed it down. She had loved sex from the first time she fucked, all kinds of sex, and considered sucking dick and swallowing cum just a normal part of the process. Now she was about to do that with her father, and it excited her more than she could ever have imagined. It was going to be so naughty and so much fun.

And then her father was coming, groaning, gasping, trying to be quiet. Joy felt the first big splash of his hot, viscous essence on her tongue and immediately had her own small but ever so pleasant orgasm as she continued to suck her father's cock and swallow every bit of his semen down to the last oozing drop when she milked him out by hand. When he was finished, surprisingly, he pulled Joy to her feet and gave her a long and loving kiss, something none of her lovers had ever done after she sucked them off and swallowed. It endeared her to her father even more.

He buckled up his pants and said, "We'll have to do this again, but in a more open and lighted place."

She mumbled, "Yes, we will," trying to disguise her voice.

Her father kissed her again, sweetly, then said, "See you later, Mary." Then he was gone.

That night, in bed, Joy was tormented by the feeling of her father's strong arms embracing her, his kisses, and the thrill she had gotten, along with an orgasm, from sucking his cock, finally falling asleep in the wee hours of the morning. She woke late and found her father in the kitchen drinking coffee and checking the news on his smartphone.

"Good morning, darling," he said cheerfully as she came into the kitchen.

"So, where's Mom?" Joy asked.

"She's off to the outlet stores with her friend Alice," he replied.

The outlet stores were at least an hour away. Her mother wouldn't be home for a while.

The fact that her father was willing to "cheat" on her mother with his daughter's best friend but had unwittingly "cheated" with his own daughter didn't bother Joy in the least. And what she hoped they might do going forward, pondering the possibilities before she'd fallen asleep, filled her with excitement. She knew that it wasn't a normal way for a daughter to think about her father, but she did, and that was that. Joy didn't care about what was and was not normal when it came to loving her father. She already loved him for himself, as her father. Now she was ready to love him as a woman loves a man.

Joy also knew the relationship between her father and mother was strained at best, and she assumed that was because her father was an attractive and flirting type of man and her mother, while attractive enough, wasn't very sexy at all.

With all of that churning through her mind and without conscious thought, Joy blurted out how much she enjoyed sucking his cock the night before.

Confused, all her father could do was stare at her, so she explained to him exactly what had happened and that it was her, not Mary, who had gone down on him in that dark little room.

"Oh! "My! God!" was all her father said, and Joy was afraid that he might suddenly get upset and angry.

Then he smiled. "Damn, darling, you're one hell of a good cocksucker," he said and stood up from the table.

Joy heaved a sigh of relief and walked into her father's outstretched arms. They embraced, they kissed, and they went back to the master bedroom and made sweet, delightful love. That started a six-month affair, with the best sex Joy had ever had and would ever have until she met her husband.

And then one day, Joy's mother caught them in the act. She went hysterical but luckily didn't call the police. She told Joy's father to pack up and get out and never come back or try to contact either her or Joy again.

That had been 25 years ago, and Joy never heard from her father again, didn't know where he was, and didn't know what happened to him, but she never did regret that six months of being his lover.

Now, as she stepped into Itan's bedroom, her eyes were focused on her son's hard cock. Then she flicked her eyes up to his face, dimly illuminated in the moonlight. His eyes were closed. She could hear the sound of his easy, deep breathing as he slept.

I wonder if he will wake up if I do what I'm thinking of, she thought as she stepped close to his bed to kneel down. A thrill shot through her like the one she had when she first sucked her father's cock. Itan's body was close to the edge of the bed, like he'd been on his stomach and then rolled over onto his back in his sleep. His cock was close to her face. She could, if she wanted to, if she was going to, gently brace her hands on the edge of his bed and lean down to slip her mouth over his beautiful erection.

During her marriage, there had been a few occasions where she had awakened in the night and saw her husband's cock erect like this. She had successfully sucked him off without him waking, except for once, and that, she was sure, was because it was close to the time he usually woke up.

God! How she wanted to suck her son's cock. She wanted him to come in her mouth and remember it as a very vivid dream when he awoke in the morning. What would he do if she attempted it and he woke up? She'd be mortified. She'd be so embarrassed. How could she explain it to him? That she was just extra horny and his dick looked too good in the moonlight to pass up. He was a young man. Maybe, just maybe, he would not get upset. Maybe he might think it was okay, like she thought it was okay to be her father's lover. Who knew?

"Oh God," she was thinking. She knew she was going to do it. The thrill, the unbelievably wicked but exciting thrill of sucking her son's cock, was just too much to resist now that she was down on her knees next to his bed and his lovely hard cock was right there before her eyes.

Joy gently braced her hands on the side of Itan's bed and leaned forward. She glanced up at her son's face once again. His eyes were closed. He definitely was still sleeping.

Joy, almost drooling, lowered her mouth down over the erect penis of her son. It was so warm. She could smell his genital musk mixed with the soap he'd used when he took his shower. With her heart beating hard and arrows of excitement shooting from her stomach to her pussy, Joy began gently, slowly, sucking Itan's cock.

She felt it twitch. Her heart skipped a beat. She stopped. Nothing more. She continues sucking, going a little further down on his cock, sucking in firm, smooth strokes. Joy listens for a breathing change, for any slight movement by her son. She kept going, sucking, enjoying the thrill and the feeling of her son's hard cock as her gently sucking mouth slid up and down on it.

It didn't take long. Maybe he was already dreaming of sex, of getting a blow job. That was probably why his cock was already erect. Her son's breathing tightened and strengthened, but nothing more. And then the first spurt of his tasty, heavy cum shot into her mouth. He moaned. She kept her eyes cut to the right to see his face. His eyes were still closed.

Joy was near to orgasm herself, sneaking into her son's bedroom while he was asleep and sucking him off. It was amazing.

His cock shot out his man cream six, seven, or eight times, and Joy lovingly, willingly, and delightfully swallowed it all. And then he was done. She heard him sigh, but his eyes were still closed. His cock began to soften. Joy sucked up the last drops of semen oozing from the tip of her son's cock and then got up carefully and quietly and left his room.

She hurried to her bedroom, ripped off her clothes, and threw herself down on her bed. She masturbated, almost frantically, reliving what she'd just done with her youngest son. And when she came, which also didn't take long, it was an amazingly intense one, and she struggled to not make any noise.

As his mother left his room, Itan opened his eyes. He was in shock. He was totally and unbelievably amazed at what had just happened. He'd been thinking about his mother, as he did from time to time, stroking his cock and thinking about incest. Not seriously, but in a fantasy kind of way where one can make everything work out however one wants it to be, and in that fantasy his mother definitely wanted to fuck him.

She was an attractive woman with a very pretty face and a very shapely, firm, and toned body. She looked great in a bikini or short skirts or tight jeans. He was a young man with raging hormones and an open mind. Besides which, he, like most young men and women today, surfed the web for porn. He'd seen fake incest porn and, supposedly, real incest porn. He didn't have any feelings of revulsion about fucking his mother, which he knew was supposed to be a natural reaction but which he assumed somehow didn't apply to him.

So, he'd been stroking his cock when he heard his mother come home and start down the hall. He released his cock and pretended to be asleep, hoping his mother would look in and see his erect penis. Why? He didn't know. He really didn't think that his mother would be happy or excited to see his hard cock. It was just that the thought of his mother seeing his erection was, well, exciting to him in a very naughty but harmless sort of way.

Itan never expected her to come into his room, kneel down beside his bed, and suck his cock. He'd had a very hard time pretending he was asleep, but somehow he'd pulled it off. And then, my God, to have his mother suck him to completion, to come in her mouth and have her swallow it without hesitating, as though that's what she'd come into his bedroom for in the first place. Well, maybe it was. Maybe his mother was a pervert like himself. Well, duh! She obviously had to be.

Oh, this was going to be great. This wasn't going to be just one secret blowjobin the middle of the night, not if he could help it. He would say something to her tomorrow, something not too direct, but just to let her know that he had been awake when she had sucked his cock. Awake and enjoying every second of it. He'd have to think about it. For now, he had something else he had to do.

Itan began fantasizing about his mother for real now. He took hold of his cock, still damp from her saliva, with a bit of his semen at the tip, and began stroking himself. He was hard quickly. He thought of holding his mother's head in his hands and fucking her mouth, of licking her pussy and making her come, of fucking her pussy, of sticking his cock inside his mother's vagina, the vagina through which he had been born, and fucking it, and, yes, fucking her in the ass, too, if she liked that.

Itan was now fully hard again and fully excited and into his fantasizing. It took just a few minutes, and he was coming again, imagining that he was fucking his mother in her tight little asshole and dumping a big load of cum in it to their mutual pleasure and satisfaction.

In her room, Ivy, Joy's daughter and middle child between Ian, her oldest, and Itan, her youngest, was aghast. She had just watched her mother sucking the cock of her younger brother and, obviously, swallowing his cum. And then she stifled a giggle.

"Fuck," she whispered to herself, "I guess I'm not the only pervert in this house." Then she giggles again.

Ivy was the computer nerd of the family. She was studying computer science and information technology at Glass City U. Ian, her older brother, was working towards an MIT, and Itan was in his first semester at the university and hadn't declared a major yet. Ivy also had a strong libido, with several lovers under her belt, boys and girls, and a sexually curious mind.

Secretly, she had bugged her brother's and mother's bedrooms with miniature wifi cameras that had very low light capabilities and audio. She often watched her brother masturbating and grunting and coming. Strangely, it totally turned her on, and she found herself masturbating along with them as she spied on them. The same was true for her mother, too. Ivy had seen her mother masturbating on many nights, using her hands or a dildo. She'd even seen her using a dildo in her ass and having an orgasm.

"What the fuck?" Ivy said quietly as she saw movement on her computer screen. She saw her brother place his hand on his cock and begin stroking it. She could see that his eyes were open. Had he been awake all the time, only pretending to be asleep? Why, that little pervert. Ivy giggles again. Itan had let their mother suck him off and never let on that he was awake the whole time.

Wow, Ivy thought, are we a family of sexual deviants where incest doesn't mean a thing? How cool would that be?

From watching her brothers masturbating and then masturbating while watching them masturbate, Ivy had come to realize that she would be willing to fuck either one of her brothers. Hell, she'd fuck both of them at the same time if they would go for it. She'd had a couple of threesomes with two boys and double penetrations and loved it, so why not with Ian and Itan? Would they want to, she wondered?

And, as to her mother, well, Ivy had had sex with several girls her age and truly enjoyed it. Why not with an attractive older woman? And her mother was just such an attractive older woman. Ivy wondered if her mother was bisexual. That would be totally cool, she thought, if Mom was bi and if she would be willing to have sex with her daughter.

Ivy could hear Itan whispering but couldn't make out what he was saying. She increased the volume up a bit.

"Oh God, Mom, yes. Your ass is so tight," and then he was coming again.

"Yes!" Ivy whispered to herself. Her brother Itan was totally into incest with their mother, even fantasizing about fucking her in the ass. Soon, Ivy told herself, I will confront Itan about what just happened, and then I'll have my chance to see if having sex with him is as good as my sick fantasies about it are. She was sure that the thrill factor about committing incest with him would be more than worth it.

Ivy shut down her laptop and set it on the nightstand. Then she slumped down into her bed and slipped her hand under her panties and began rubbing herself. She was already just a bit wet. She began fantasizing about getting fucked by both Ian and Itan, with Itan doing to her what he'd just imagined doing with their mother: fucking her in the ass. Soon, Ivy, too, was coming, then licking the wetness from her fingers before slipping off to sleep with a big smile on her face. The last thought she had before falling asleep was, what would tomorrow, or the next day, bring in the way of sex with her brother Itan?

The next morning Itan came into the kitchen all smiles and cheerful. His brother, Ian, and sister, Ivy, were sitting at the table eating cold cereal. Ian was reading the sports section of the newspaper. His sister was going through the Fashion and Living section, but she cut her eyes to her younger brother as he came in and gave him a look. Itan didn't know what to make of that, so he ignored it and focused on his mother.

Joy was at the counter pouring herself a cup of coffee. Her face was washed clean of makeup, and Itan thought she looked fresh and younger than her real age, as well as drop-dead beautiful. The short, rose-colored satin robe she had on only added to her attractiveness this morning, showing off her tanned and well-shaped legs from mid-thigh to her trim ankles and elegant feet, with red-painted toenails.

Itan grabbed his insulated to-go mug off the counter and poured himself a cup of coffee. His mother, now leaning back against the counter holding her cup, looked over at him.

"How are you feeling this morning?" she asked, wondering if he even had a clue as to what happened last night. She was feeling smug at having pulled off the most excitingly perverse thing in her life, including when she gave her father the first blow job without him knowing it was his daughter sucking his dick.

"Wonderful!" Itan said, giving his mother a bright smile.

Joy looked at the mug in her son's hand. "Not having breakfast?"

"Got an early class. Got to go. I'll grab something later."

Itan leaned forward to give his mother a goodbye kiss on the cheek. "Great blow job last night, Mom," he whispered in her ear. "We'll talk later."

And with that, he was gone, leaving his mother standing there open-mouthed and wide-eyed.

"Mom, are you all right?" Ivy asked. "You look like you've seen a ghost." But Ivy was pretty sure what had just happened. Itan had told their mother that he'd been awake when she'd sucked his cock. She smiled to herself. This is going to get very interesting, she was thinking.

"Yeah, I kind of did," Joy said, thinking back to when she told her father the next morning what had really happened the night before. "Yeah, sweetie, I'm fine." She turned to smile at her daughter.

This was going to be an interesting day, and a tremor of thrill shot through her stomach, and her pussy gave a delightful little clench. Itan had been awake last night, pretending to be asleep, secretly watching his mother sucking his cock and swallowing his cum. That little rascal. It seemed that the apple really didn't fall too far from the tree.

Itan's dick was semi-erect all morning in his classes. Thinking about what his mother had done last night and what he wanted to do with her, if she was willing, occupied his mind. But then, why wouldn't she be willing? If she was willing to sneak into his bedroom and suck his cock, how could she protest when he told her he wanted to fuck her and to go down on her and "eat" her pussy?

Itan felt confident that he could pull this off, that his life was about to change in a major way. His cock got even harder, to the point that it was becoming obvious. Strike while the iron is hot, he told himself, before she leaves for work. He skipped his last two classes of the day, knowing that his siblings would be in classes until at least 3 pm, which was when his mother was due to be on duty at the hotel. He knew she usually left for work by 2:30 pm.

Itan pulled up in front of the family home just after noon and hurried up the walk. He was excited, a little nervous, and oh so ready to see if confronting his mother directly would lead to them becoming lovers. He knew that was a totally amoral thing to want, except he really didn't think that his desire to fuck his mother, or actually doing it, was all that wrong. After all, he didn't want to get her pregnant; that would be weird. It would also risk them having a baby with some sort of genetic damage.

When Itan began seriously fantasizing about having sex with his mother...or his sister, too, he did quite a bit of research. He knew the chances of getting his mother pregnant from one fuck were extremely small but that the chances of producing a baby with some sort of problem, mentally or physically, or both, approached fifty percent. That was too big a chance to take with the life of another human being, a helpless baby. Besides, he had no desire at present to be a father, and he was sure his mother, with three grown children, wouldn't want to have another baby. His mother did date some, he was sure, although she never brought any man home, so he was sure that she was on some kind of birth control plan.

But still, his mother was a really hot mom, a woman who, if she hadn't been his mother, he definitely would have jumped into bed with. So, why not his mom? He loved her. She loved him. They got along famously, with no major problems between mother and son. This would just be, Itan rationalized, a bit more love and affection of the physical kind. He was sure the nearly universal taboo on incest was due to the deleterious effects of inbreeding. With his mother and him, there would be no breeding at all, just physical-sexual pleasure between two people who already loved each other. Why should that be considered wrong?

Still, his stomach was jumping as he unlocked the front door and quietly entered the house. After re-locking the door, Itan made his way down the hallway to his mother's bedroom. The door was open, and he entered. He could hear the shower going in the master bath. The door to which was also open.

Itan grinned and began stripping out of his clothes. A shower with his mother, lathering up, rinsing off, clean bodies and genitals—what a wonderful idea. By the time he was naked, his cock was achingly hard, standing proudly at attention. He felt his heart pounding away and realized that he was trembling. He took three deep breaths, letting them out slowly, and then he entered the bathroom.

The shower was a large glassed-in affair with two showerheads, only one of which was running right now. The glass was steamed up some, but he could see his mother in there, humming to herself as she washed her body. Itan opened the door to the shower and stepped in.

"Hi, Mom," he said.

Joy shrieked and shrank back against the wall, then saw who it was.

"Goddamn you, Itan! You scared the living daylights out of me!

"Sorry, Mom. Really. I wasn't thinking."

Then Joy looked at her son. She noticed his very erect penis and his balls and the fact that, like her, he was totally shaved. She noticed his firm muscular body and thought about what this all meant. She swallowed, and her knees felt weak. Were her secret desires, her aberrant incest fantasies, really coming true?

She swallowed again. "You... You said this morning that we'd talk later...."

"Mom, unless you really want to talk right now, I really don't want to. We can talk later, okay?"

Joy took a deep calming breath. She was nervous but didn't know why. This is what she'd desired, right, what she had already fantasized about.

She bit her lower lip and looked into her son's warm brown eyes. "Are you sure, baby?"

"Yes, if you are," he replied with a gentle smile.

She nodded. "Okay then," she said, her heart beating hard in her chest.

Itan embraced his mother. The swollen head of his cock poking firmly into her upper abdomen. Joy reached down and pulled his iron-hard man flesh flat against her stomach and put her arms around her son's delightful body. She was trembling with excitement. This was really going to happen. Her son and she were going to become lovers, just like her father and she had been lovers.

The water was splashing on her back, spraying over her shoulders and beading up on her son's face and hair. He ignored it. He brought his mouth down to hers.

"Oh, Itan," Joy sighed.

And then they were kissing, lips molded together, mouths open, tongues exploring and tasting and twisting around each other.

"Oh, Itan," Joy sighed again, with more force, when they broke off the kiss.

"Oh, Mom! God, I loved that," he said. Then he kissed his mother again, longer and with more passion.

When they broke this kiss off, Itan looked deep into his mother's beautiful green eyes. "I loved that you sucked my cock last night," he said. "Now I want to return the favor."

"Wait," Joy said, then turned to shut off the water.

When she turned back around, her son gently pushed her into the corner and went down on his knees. He began kissing her lower abdomen, his hands upon her hips. He bit and nibbled and kissed. Joy moaned with pleasure, her stomach muscles jumping from the exciting sexual stimulation.

Spread your legs, Mom," Itan said in a lust-choked voice. This, the reality of what he was about to do, was more exciting than he had ever imagined, and he had imagined doing just this to his mother many times.

Joy spread her legs for her son.

Itan hunched down, and Joy rotated her hips to give her son better access to her naked vulva and labia.

"Ahhhhh yesssss," Joy softly hissed as her son's warm tongue slipped through her sexual slit, now wet with her vaginal lubrication. He began licking her slowly from bottom to top.

"Oh, Itan," Joy moaned. She was living a fantasy. Her son was actually performing oral sex upon her. She knew this was supposed to be wrong, very wrong, evil, and disgusting. But she couldn't bring herself to believe that. Her brief affair with her father had shown her that two close relatives could physically love each other without bringing disruption to the social order.

Joy loved her son, and she loved what he was doing to her vulva now with his mouth, his lips and tongue, and his teeth. She thought back on last night and how exciting it had been to secretly, she had thought at the time, suck his cock and to feel his hot semen gushing into her mouth. Joy loved sex, all kinds of sex, for the pure carnal pleasure of it, but sex with a dear, close loved one, like her father or her husband, and now her son, just made it seem so much better.

Joy put her hands on her son's curly dark brown hair as he continued giving her delightful oral pleasure.

"I love you, Itan," she said quietly.

Itan pulled his mouth from his mother's pussy, which he was enjoying like no other pussy he'd ever gone down on. He looked up at his mother affectionately. "And I love you too, Mom," he said. Then he went back to licking and sucking and nibbling on her pussy.

It only took a few moments after that, and, with pounding heart and thrilling stomach and her fingers clenching her son's curly hair, Joy came to orgasm, pressing her pussy hard into her son's loving mouth. It was an intense, body-shaking, convulsive orgasm, and her knees gave out on her as she was coming. Itan, grinning from ear to ear at bringing his mother to orgasm with his mouth, helped her as she slid down the wall and ended up on his thighs.

After a few seconds, Joy lifted her head. "Oh, Tommy! Tommy! Tommy!" she said, then kissed him hard and long and lovingly on the mouth.

"I take it you liked it," Itan said with a smirk.

Joy laughed. "You could tell?"

"God, Mom, I love you," Itan said. "I mean, I loved you before...before...well, us becoming lovers, but now, well, wow! I mean, I love you even more." He frowned. "You know what I mean?"

"Uh-huh, baby, I do," Joy said, and then she kissed her loving son again.

A few minutes later, all clean and dried off, Joy and Itan were cuddled up on her bed together, kissing and caressing. His cock was throbbing and super erect, his cockhead full and enlarged. Joy's labia was parted and thick with blood. She had that wonderful, warm aching feeling in her groin, and her pussy was wet with desire.