Mommy knows best

Chapter 23

In response, Alex drove his tongue deep into the crevice of her cunt. His tongue marauded through her, like an evil snake searching for something, hunting for something to devour, or to torture. For herself, Angela responded by driving her cunt back into his face and onto his tongue. She could move a lot, despite the bonds, and she took advantage of that bit of freedom, grinding her ass and her cunt against her son's face with utterly wicked, sinful abandon.

And then he was gone.

Angela grabbed the edges of the table more tightly. She continued to rotate her ass, searching for him. Half of her wanted his talented tongue back on her aching c******s. She was so close to orgasm, she felt that one more touch from him would send her mind spinning into space, never to return. Yet another part of her thought that now he would finally, gratefully, and perfectly enter her. Now he was going to f**k her.

She listened in frightful disappointment as he walked around the table. Angela opened her eyes to admire his hard muscled, athletic body as he moved. He slipped along with the grace of a lion, and with the same obvious, strong rippling movements of his sinews. She admired the folds between his abdominal muscles, and the dramatic, powerful "v" shape of his frame where it spread up from his strong thighs and hips to broad, rounded shoulders and arms above a chest accented with more taught muscles.

Then he stood before her. Right before her eyes, just inches from her extended arms and hands, his c**k hovered, her son's c**k, the c**k she'd longed for and dreamed of for months now. It was right there, just out of reach.

* * *

"Is this what you want, Mom?" he asked her.

Alex stared at her face, almost immobilized by the look of total, unrestrained lust in his mother's eyes. She stared at his c**k the same way, unable to take her eyes off of it.

"Answer me. Is this what you want?" he demanded.

She glanced up at him then, briefly, only to quickly bring her smoldering gaze back down to his c**k.

"Yes," she whispered. She looked up at him again, a little frightened, like a child looking to a teacher for praise, to see if she'd answered correctly.

"Yes," she repeated, more firmly. "That's what I want. My son's sweet cock."

Alex eased himself forward, guiding his c**k into her bound, waiting hands. Her fingers quickly enveloped it, gently Alexcing over its taught skin with feather touches, just as he'd tormented her with his lips when she had been bound to the door.

Alex closed his eyes as he rocked back and forth, sliding his c**k gracefully through her fingertips, f*****g her hand much like he soon intended to f**k his mother's sweet cunt. Her touch was painfully delicate, as ghostly as the kisses he'd once bathed her in. Despite that, or maybe because of it, he felt the c*m quickly building in his balls and his c**k. The unexpected sensation made him snap his eyes open, as he began the tormenting struggle of fighting it back, of making himself last, both for her and for him.

She was looking up at him, a hungry, submissive angel, looking for acceptance and praise. He continued to gently slide his c**k back and forth in her loving hands as they held each other's gaze. She was so beautiful, a perfect, cover girl face, with a wide, full, perfect mouth, now seductively parted in a posture of unconscious lust. Her sea green eyes were expressively showing her longing for him. Her straight blonde hair fell on her shoulders, with a few locks scattered helter-skelter across her face, across her eyes and the side of her nose.

For a moment, Alex let his imagination fly. He watched his c**k slipping through her hands, then imagined it slipping into his gorgeous mother's precious mouth, or better yet coming then, showering her face and lips with a beautiful rain that would mark her as his forever.

The image brought Alex so close to losing control that he jerked himself away, out of her grip. Still, he relished the look of fear and panic it immediately brought to his mother's face, as her eyes darted from his c**k to his eyes and back again, showing him what she wanted.

"Please, Alex, just a little more. Please?" she pleaded. Her voice had raised a few octaves above normal, exposing her excitement to him. Every word was said in a cute little girl soprano, the voice of a wanton slut.

"Please, Alex, put it in my hands. Put your hot c**k in your mother's loving hands."

* * *

Alex grinned at her, ignoring her pleas, and for maybe the first time in her entire life, Alex's smile didn't make Angela melt. Instead she grew angry, frustrated that he'd taken his c**k away, like a child grown suddenly vicious when a parent takes away a favorite toy, but now she was the child, and he both the parent and the toy. She let her anger show in her voice. She strained against the black bonds that cruelly held her hands in check.

"Give it back, Alex. Give it back to me."

He laughed at her then, as he glided around the table and disappeared from sight. Angela rested her cheek on the table, knowing, hoping, what was coming next, suddenly grateful that he had ignored her. She unthinkingly, at least at first, arched her back, pressing her t**s firmly into the table as she raised her ass in open, unmistakable invitation to her sweet, adorable son's c**k.

* * *

Alex stood behind Angela again, letting his eyes caress her ass this time, instead of his c**k. He stayed there a long while, trying to calm himself down, trying to keep himself from coming the moment he entered her, or even just by thinking about entering her. His mother wasn't making it any easier with the sound of her exquisite voice.

"Where are you, Alex? Don't leave me here, Alex. Don't leave without f*****g me. I'll f**k you good, I promise I will. I'll be a good little f**k for my little boy."

Alex squinted his eyes tightly shut, trying to think of other things. When he opened them, he focused on her back. He admired how the wide, curving swell of her ass and hips narrowed dramatically to a petite waist, and then spread again into the pleasing expanse of her back and shoulders. She was so much more beautiful than all of the other girls he'd put in this position, lying beneath him, begging for his c**k.

He really didn't know why he'd ever wasted his time with them.

His gaze immediately fell to the rounded edge of her breast, where it lay squashed against the table. This position was wrong for his voluptuous mother, he thought. He wanted to f**k her with her t**s facing him, where he could kiss her and see her and taste her and hold her. He wanted to make love to his mother as thoroughly and passionately and attentively as he could.

His c**k twitched reflexively at his thoughts, then surged when she squealed again.

"Please, Alex. f**k me right now. I need it now. Please. f**k Mommy now."

He'd hardly regained control, but he couldn't wait any more. It was time.

* * *

Angela tugged on the bonds around her wrists, pulling, stretching, trying feverishly to work her way backwards, back to where Alex was standing. She strained and twisted fruitlessly, searching for a way, a key, a trick to get free, to corral Alex and throw herself onto him. She pushed her ass up and back, lifting it to him, guiltlessly offering her drenched, burning, incestuous cunt to him.

Without warning the head of his c**k pressed it's way into Angela's searching cunt. She felt it spread her cunt lips, gently and smoothly, but meaningfully. There was no doubt that she had his c**k in her. It was thick and hard and hot and alive inside of her. The elation spread through her like the waves of a storm, washing everything else away. Her son's c**k was inside her.

He didn't push it in far. She felt no more than an inch or two before he abruptly withdrew it. He slipped it in again, two times, but no farther than the first, and then left her completely empty.

"No, Alex! f**k me, don't stop, f**k me right. You did it, you already did it. You put your c**k in your mother's cunt, in Mommy's cunt. Don't stop now. f**k me."

Angela lay there for an eternity, again fiercely grabbing the edge of the table in frustration, again wiggling her ass, searching for and inviting Alex's c**k to find and fill her.

Then his c**k was in her again, deeper this time, but not much more than another inch. Three inches of c**k, that was all he gave her. Three inches in, out, in, out, and then it was gone.

"Alex! Alex!" she screamed. "Stop it, Alex. Stop teasing and f**k me. Enough f*****g teasing already. f**k me, f**k me hard!"

Alex entered her again. Maybe another inch. Angela squealed as he slowly, gently slipped into her. She was so wet, she could barely feel any friction, but his c**k was thankfully thick, pressing against the walls of her cunt, leaving no doubt that she had a glorious c**k inside her. Her son's wicked, forbidden, magnificent c**k was inside her.

He f****d her slowly and easily, but still tormented her by holding the full length of his shaft out, giving her only a few inches, only a taste of what he had given other women. The depths of her cunt pleaded with her, screamed at her for more, and she passed the pleas on to Alex.

"God, Alex, Please. I'm begging, please, please f**k me hard. Give it all to me, Alex, give your mommy all of her baby's c**k. Please."

The last words stuttered their way out of her mouth. She was almost crying. In fact, she felt a single tear welling up in her right eye. The agony and pleasure and temptation and torment was that exquisite, that overpowering, that unbearable.

* * *

Alex felt a wave of guilt at the sound of her voice. If he didn't know better, if he didn't understand or see, if he only heard her voice from around the corner and didn't understand the words, he'd think she was being tortured. She sounded that pained and distressed.

He spitefully pulled his c**k completely out of her again. He almost had to. He did love tormenting her, and it took a tremendous act of will to resist simply plunging completely into his mother and f*****g her as hard and fast and violently as he could. But if he did, he knew, he'd come instantly, and it would be over.

Alex needed this f**k, this one, tremendous, incestuous f**k, to last forever. It was like losing his virginity to his mother, and taking hers at the same time. It was as if all of the other lovers he'd had in his life had only been imaginary. They were nothing, not even memories, just phantom fantasies that didn't count.

That thought struck him as funny. Once, he and his mother had talked about how their first encounter together, when they teased and played and came, but never actually touched each other, didn't count as incest. They hadn't really broken any taboos, they told themselves, and each other.

But now, Alex felt as if it was all of the other s*x in his life that didn't count. This was the only one that did, making love to his absolutely beautiful, sweet, loving mother. This was real s*x. This was real love. This was the only lover that mattered to him, or ever mattered, or ever would matter.

His darling, gorgeous mother was everything to him.