Mommy knows best

Chapter 25

Angela waited impatiently, pleading and begging, and loving every moment of agonizing anticipation.

"Please, please," she begged again. Her voice had by now faded to a mere whisper, a phantom scream. Inside, she had surrendered to the fact that he was in control. She was bound to the table, and bound to him, and he would do whatever he wanted. And Angela liked it that way.

"Please," she whispered powerlessly. "Please f**k me deeper, Alex."

His c**k was part way in her, just a few inches, then suddenly it filled her completely. She felt his hips slam into her ass, pressing hard against it, even driving her forward across the table, as he plunged thoroughly into her, every delightful inch of him. Her bonds tightened at her ankles, squeezing them tightly. The edge of the table dug into her thighs, both painfully and painlessly. She pressed her cheek harder against the cold, smooth, unyielding surface of the table, the only thing she could do, the only movement she could make.

But all of these sensations were nothing, all of them were meaningless background noise compared to the deep, hot, spearing feel of Alex's c**k buried far inside her cunt. It felt as if he'd reached a spot inside her that had never been touched, a virgin part of her that longed for his c**k, and only his c**k, to touch it and press it and pleasure it.

His c**k left her momentarily, but it returned as quickly. He moved it now, rapidly, brutishly, in and out and into her again, forcing her into the table, and forcing words out of her mouth.

"Oh, God, Alex, yes! Yes, like that, f**k me like that, fill my f*****g cunt just like that."

She felt her own cunt grabbing at his c**k, tightening, trying to hold him inside her. She knew it was useless, but she tried, she tried dearly, to grab his c**k with her cunt and hold inside of her forever as she begged him to continue.

"Yes, my sweet baby, like that, f**k me hard like that."

Her words devolved into moans and grunts, spewing from her mouth in time with her son's thrusts, as he hammered her relentlessly, and skillfully, and eagerly. Above all, he f****d her eagerly.

* * *

She was everything he'd ever wanted in a woman, Alex thought. He felt no guilt as he f****d his mother. None. He felt no guilt as he savored the feel of the tight, strong walls of her cunt clenching at his c**k, pumping him relentlessly, drawing the c*m up into his shaft.

"Your cunt is so f*****g tight, Mom. I can't believe your hot, sweet cunt is so damn f*****g tight."

This was right, he thought, more right than f*****g any of the other useless, distant women he'd been with. He had never really been there. He was never really with them. He didn't make love to them. Not like this. Not like he was with his mother.

The sudden realization was liberating. Alex tipped his head back in unexpected joy as he lost all restraint, ready to f**k his mother as long and hard as he could, and to come inside her with a force that he'd never felt. He felt no guilt, no limits, no boundaries, only racing lust and unequalled pleasure. His only limit, his only bond, was the thought that his mother had to love it to. He had to make his mother feel the way he felt, to come as hard as he knew that he was going to come.

"Tell me you love my c**k, Mom. Tell me you love it."

"I do, Alex, I love your c**k. I love the wicked feel of your cock."

"I love you, Mom. Your son loves you more than any other man ever will."

Alex waited for a reply, but all he got in response were squeals and screams. His thrusts were wild, now, fast and deep and barbaric. He felt and heard his hips slamming against his mother's hot ass, slapping against her soft, wonderful flesh. His hands cruised over her ass cheeks, and up across her body. He leaned on her, trying to reach around to grab her t**s. She was able to lift her body just enough, letting him find her n*****s, then crushed his hands beneath her, between the table and her t**s as he crudely squeezed them.

"You're so f*****g beautiful, Mom, so God damn f*****g gorgeous."

She screamed more loudly then. Alex tried to slow some, to give her room to think and speak and tell him that she loved him. And then he would kiss her.

Alex spied the long knife, conveniently left on the table, just within his reach. He pulled his hands from beneath his mother as she wailed in frustration at him. It took only a moment to grab the knife and lean forward to cut the bonds holding her arms down, first the right, then the left, though they remained tightly bound together.

Instantly she lifted herself on her elbows, and his hands found her t**s easily. He explored and squeezed and caressed them frantically, as her screams died in her throat and she grew suddenly silent.

* * *

Now that she was partially free, with Alex's strong arms and hands embracing her, supporting her, and relentlessly groping and squeezing her lonely t**s and n*****s, Angela twisted around to find Alex's mouth with hers.

There was no restraint this time, no tenderness. This wasn't a shy lover's first kiss. Her tongue leapt from her mouth, searching for his, only to be instantly met by her son's, even more eager and hungry and powerful. Their mouths and tongues worked and battled unstoppably, each f*****g the other's mouth in a violent frenzy.

Now, too, Angela could move her hips more, forcing herself onto Alex's stiff prick, getting every last inch of penetration from him, and holding him inside her longer. Now she could move with him, show him the rhythm she wanted, get his strokes to match the needs of her own body. He fell in tune with her instantly, finding her beat, finding her needs, finding the heart of her lust.

Angela screamed into his mouth as the first orgasm took control of her. She felt herself shuddering against him, then was stunned as a second orgasm hit her just moments after the first. That had never happened to her before, she thought momentarily, before a third, more thunderous orgasm pummeled her body, making her twist and wrench herself within Alex's strong grip.

A loud, piercing moan from Alex brought a torrent of further climaxes on her, until she became lost in the sensations, no longer remembering who or what or where she was.

* * *

The c*m filled Alex's c**k this time in a sudden, uncontrollable rush. He had no chance or hope of holding it back, even if he'd had the will. It shot through his c**k and into his mother with a force he'd never imagined, pouring c*m into her hot, wet, twitching cunt repeatedly, each time his c**k stiffened and grew with another orgasmic wave.

She was coming, too, he was sure. Her wails and gyrations, the uncontrollable quivering of her cunt over his c**k, the way her mouth stopped moving against his as he kissed her, and the way she screamed her pleasure straight into his mouth, all left him no doubt that they were sharing an unbelievable, incomparable climax together.

He let his hands wander down her belly, making her jerk back, over sensitized to his touches. One hand found the button of her clit, making her shrink back further, pressing her ass harder against his hips, and his c**k deliciously deeper into her cunt.

"Please, Alex, no, for real, no, it's too much," she panted. She laughed then, before continuing. "It's too f*****g much, baby, it's too much, it's too much."

She grabbed his hands then, guiding them away up to her breasts before releasing them, to lean forward to rest her elbows on the table. She continued to grind her ass and cunt against him, onto his c**k, as she panted and recovered. For himself, Alex continued to slip his c**k in and out of her sweet cunt, relishing the feel of it, as he blindly explored her incomparable t**s with his hands.

Alex let his lips find his mother's ear lobe, then rubbed his cheek against her pale blonde hair. He inhaled deeply, savoring his mother's uniquely satisfying scent.

* * *

Alex kept magically f*****g her as she tried to find her bearings, as she clutched desperately at random thoughts, trying to recover who and what and where she was. The only name that came into her mind was Alex.

In moments the confusion passed, and she laughed softly to herself.

"s**t, Alex. Oh my God, Alex. Oh my f*****g God, that was good. You're amazing."

Alex was silent, but his hands continued to move tenderly over her body, and his c**k stayed buried deep inside her, still moving gently. Angela thought about his c*m deep inside her, too. She imagined feeling it, feeling her son's hot c*m spreading through her p***y. Her only regret was that she couldn't taste it again.

Their first night together, she'd patiently waited for him to fall fast asleep, then had furtively stolen drops of it from his belly with the tip of her tongue, her first wicked taste of her son's sweet c*m. Their second night together, she waited for him to leave, then smeared his c*m over her t**s and licked it from her fingers, belatedly wishing she'd let him watch her do it. The third night, she let him see her taste that one small drop, but she had to have the rest of it in her cunt. She pushed it all into her hungry, lonely cunt. But now it was all there, where it belonged, out of her reach.

Tomorrow morning would be different. Tomorrow, after a night sleeping in each other's arms, it would be Alex's turn to awaken, only to find himself tightly bound to the bed, spread-eagled for her, teased and tormented by her. She'd use her breath, and her hair, and her lips and her tongue on his c**k, but only his c**k, nothing else. And when he came, he would squirm and twist and fight against his bonds, but he wouldn't be free until he had watched his mother take every drop of her son's c*m into her greedy mouth.

Angela pushed herself back up and into his strong arms again, where she held them against her with hers. His mouth found her neck, where he covered her with warm, wet breaths and kisses. Angela smiled as his hands continued to gently massage and explore her breasts. She held his hands there, urging him on, making sure that he didn't stop. She wanted him to hold her like this forever.

"I love you so much, Alex," she said.

She felt him stop, raise his head and look at her. She looked over at him, smiling.

"I love you more than anything, my baby. I want to be your perfect woman."

He kissed her quickly. It was soft at first, soft and exploring, but it quickly grew frantic, then wild and uncontrollable. Angela fought him when he eventually tried to pull away, so he had to grab her head in his hands to hold her back to get his own words out.

"I love you, too, Mom. You are the most amazing woman ever, and I want to be your lover for as long as I can, whenever I can."

Then he kissed her again, with a deep, wicked, incestuous kiss, shared by a loving mother and son, after an act of shameless, unrestrained, and incomparable lovemaking.