Mommy’s Forbidden Boy

Published by Sinful Lust Publishing

 

Mommy’s Forbidden Boy

 

As Vivian Ashford recalled the events of the previous two weeks, she closed her eyes and slid her hands over her stomach to cup her full breasts in her sun-soaked bed. As she relaxed and took in the sensation of her own luscious body, she only wore a short silk dressing gown. Her slim waist and wide hips and bottom were supported by full, round breasts with dark areolas and thick, rubbery, wine-colored nipples. Even though she wasn't a very pretty model, just looking at her made it clear that she was built for sex. As he did frequently on Saturday mornings, her husband had left early to play golf. She found ways to keep herself occupied when he wasn't around, so she didn't feel bad about him having free time. Vivian was a sexual being, and despite having sex on a regular basis with her husband and any other partners he wanted to share her with, she found that she needed time to herself to be happy. The wife's two adult children's mother had always been willing to participate in any sexual activity. Swinging with potential business partners had been an excellent way to break the ice and make inroads where others found stone walls. Vivian cherished the variety of lovers and took pleasure in each one's taste and touch. She was certain that Garrett liked the sensation of holding a new woman and having a new pussy to sink his tool into. They had spent the evening with a young, attractive couple two weeks prior. Garrett had met them through work. He had invited Lucas and his wife Brooke out to dinner after giving his pitch. That had ended up at the Ashford home, and that's where things really took off.

Brooke was a cute little minx who liked to flirt. She had a small body and small breasts, which she showed off by not wearing a bra underneath her silk blouse. The girl's attraction was evident after another round of drinks at home due to the firm nipples that everyone in the room could see. By slipping her hand behind Brooke's neck and drawing her in for a passionate soul kiss, Vivian had shattered the ice. "Oh god, I've got to get fucked," Brooke had said breathlessly. Expecting to see her husband, she turned to find Garrett with a savage grin and an obvious cut in his pants. "Oh, this is just too crazy!" She said with joy. Vivian had slipped up alongside the handsome young man and placed her hand on the lump in his trousers before Lucas could raise any objections to Garrett touching his wife. She couldn't stop thinking about her son Ethan, who was probably the same age as her. For a brief moment she felt nervous, afraid that he might not find her attractive. After all, she was old enough to be his mother. Any worries she had quickly evaporated as Lucas reached up and cupped her heavy tit before lowering his face to hers, and they kissed deeply. The two were undressing in a blur, their hands examining the exposed skin as it came into view. Vivian's mouth and pussy watered at the feel of his thick cock, always keeping hold of it as she got his pants undone and his shorts pushed down.

Lucas, on the other hand, was infatuated with her motherly breasts. Vivian thought he must have been in heaven looking at her enormous cans because Brooke's puffy cupcakes were such a stark contrast to her large, round orbs. He squeezed and licked them until she gasped, perfectly pinching her nipples to soak her pantyhose. As she recalled lovingly sucking Lucas's rigid prick with her thick nipples, they stiffened. His deep sighs as she worked her magic with her lips and tongue made her beam with pride. Vivian loved to suck cock, a fact that her husband appreciated greatly. Lucas's cock filled her mouth, and she had to work to take all of him, but eventually she swallowed all of him.

Lucas had moved her to the couch and raised her to her feet before she could make him cum. As she straddled him, Vivian was once again struck by the thought that this could be her son, Ethan. He looked up at her with such lust and desire that she felt giddy at the thought of fucking him. Her pussy dripped with excitement, and the fact that he was her son's age added to the excitement. They turned to watch Garrett pound Brooke's small, tight body from behind as she rode Lucas, causing her to shake and jiggle with each powerful thrust. The little minx was a loud and ecstatic little fucker who almost continuously cried out. It was a special thrill to watch your spouse have sex with another person, and she could see the love in Lucas's eyes as he gazed at his sexpot of a wife.

The mother had many sessions of masturbation fueled by the memory of that night. Each time, she had dramatic climaxes that kept getting stronger. She started imagining her own son more and more each time. It was a harmless fantasy, but it made her so hot. She had never given much thought to the taboo of incest prior to that night, but she couldn't get it out of her head now. It was then that Vivian heard a loud clamor from the kitchen, as if pots and pans were being thrown on the floor. She pulled her silk robe tightly around her body and sprang from the bed, grumbling in frustration. Garrett was out golfing and no one was home. Who could be in the kitchen? And why were they making such a racket? She rushed toward the noise in an effort to resolve the issue as soon as possible so that she could resume her time alone. Vivian saw Ethan at the stove, stabbing at something in a pan with a wooden spatula, as she turned the corner. The refrigerator door was wide open, and he had a carton of eggs on the counter. On the tile next to the package, broken eggshells were spewing yolk. The unexpected sight of her son threw her into turmoil. Her motherly instinct was to comfort her obviously upset child, but her body still remembered the comparison to Lucas, and here he was in the flesh. She yearned to mold her body into his, to feel him respond to her womanly charms and needs.

"What is going on here?" she said. Vivian had intended for it to come out strongly, just as she had when he was a teenager, but her voice was soft and almost hypnotic. She suddenly started to worry about how she looked when Ethan turned to look at her. She hadn't bothered to put on any makeup yet, as she hadn't expected company. Her hair must have been a disheveled mess as she'd been lounging in bed playing with herself. She hoped she didn't look scared as she raised her wavy, sandy-blond hair to cover her ears. She needn't have worried as her son's face softened immediately at the sight of her. Vivian felt that flutter in her tummy, the one she experienced when she was looking at a new lover. A distant alarm went off from somewhere deep in the back of her mind, a faint echo of something she should be worried about, but she could barely make it out. Brushing the hint of worry aside, she moved to his side, filled with the need to be close to him.

"Darling, is everything okay?" she asked and saw the redness in his eyes. "Have you consumed alcohol?" Ethan gave her a head shake and embraced her tightly as she got closer. Because his life depended on it, he clung to her. She soothed him, enjoying the closeness and the heat of his body. The smell of his cologne and sweat was heady, and she might have become dizzy if she wasn't enveloped in his arms. She felt herself drifting, a whisper urging her to let go and let this man take care of her needs.

Vivian became aware that her son was quietly sobbing. She took him away and held him at a safe distance before realizing that the redness she had mistaken for drunkenness was actually evidence of him crying. She led him to the breakfast table and urged him to sit down. She went back to the stove and started cooking the eggs that he had started. She brought him a large glass of milk and a plate of food a few minutes later. Ethan ate a lot and seemed ready to talk when he finally slowed down. "What is happening? Where are you going with this?" "I've been fighting with Claire." Vivian said, "All couples fight, baby," hoping to calm his concerns. "Not this way, Mom. It's like she's a whole other person since we got married. We haven't had sex since we got back from our honeymoon."

"Was there a mishap on your honeymoon?" "I don't know!" Ethan said loudly, clearly upset. "Nothing that would explain her suddenly becoming the ice queen."

Vivian's heart was breaking seeing her baby so upset. He had been so excited to get married, and Claire had seemed like the sweetest thing; they were a picture-perfect couple. But she knew that looks could be deceiving. Only a husband and wife knew what went on behind closed doors, no matter the brave face they may put on in public.

"She says I'm nothing but a freak, that all I want from her is sex."

"Are you just demanding sex?" Vivian knew younger women could be sensitive about such things, that they wanted to be more than just a sex object. She herself had been that way many years ago. Now in her early fifties, being wanted only for sex had its own appeal.

"Mom, I've been trying everything. I bring home flowers, I take her out to fancy restaurants, I've bought her jewelry. Nothing! It's like now that we are married, her legs are closed for good."

Ethan had gotten up from the table and was pacing in the kitchen like a caged animal. It was then she realized he was wearing nothing but a tank top and a pair of basketball shorts. He hadn't shaved in days, guessing by the look of his scruff.

"Where have you been sleeping?" she asked.

"My car. I haven't been home in three days."

"You look a mess. You need a bath."

"A bath?" Ethan asked, suddenly lifting his head up to look at her.

"Yes. A bath. Come with me."

Vivian took her baby by the hand and led him through the master bedroom and into the ensuite bathroom. She pulled at his shirt, indicating he should take it off. Turning the faucet, she began to fill the tub with hot water.

"Now, get undressed and climb in. I'll be right back."

Once again there was a murmur of doubt in the back of her mind, a twinge of conscience that said something wasn't right, but Vivian ignored it. Her youngest child was in pain and in need of comfort. She was going to give it to him.

After retrieving a bottle from the cupboard, she returned and poured bath oil into the water. The scent of chamomile filled the air, and she could see it calm Ethan immediately.

"Oh, Mom," Ethan sighed, "you always know how to take care of me."

She watched as the stress and worry began to soften his knotted muscles as he relaxed into the steaming water. Taking a washcloth, she began to dip it into the water and then wash his arm and neck. His eyes closed, and she watched as the young boy from years ago seemed to return before her very eyes.

As she bathed him, paying no mind to the splashes of water that were wetting her robe, or that her robe itself was starting to pull open, she let her eyes roam over his body. Through the smattering of suds, she could make out his lean form. Vivian couldn't help but look between his parted legs and the piece of meat hanging between his thighs.

Her chest became tight in an instant, and her nipples stiffened. She knew he was built like his father, a fat cock long enough to touch all the sensitive spots inside a woman. Why Claire was refusing to let him between her supple thighs, she didn't know, but she thought the woman was an idiot.

"Feeling better?" Vivian asked, moving the washcloth over his chest.

"Yes," he said dreamily. "Thank you, Mom."

"No problem, dear. It's what mothers are for."

"I don't know what I'm doing wrong with Claire. We never had this problem before."

"Maybe you are trying too hard," she offered. Her hand was moving lower. Her own needs were beginning to take over, as if she was no longer in control of what her body was doing.

"Do you think so? I don't know what I'm doing anymore."

"Wel