Motherly Love Ch. 04

By Amanda Williams (aka mandywilluk2000) in collaboration with James Edwards (aka jamesinlondon2001).

A series of accounts examining the taboo subject of mother and son sex.

All characters in these accounts are over the age of eighteen and are completely fictional having been created from the authors, imaginations.

Part 4 The Final Boundary

Grant went off to see the ruins of Herculaneum the next afternoon. Kate had been several times and decided that she'd work on her tan on the terrace. They had a late breakfast and again said nothing about the previous night's quite incredible lovemaking. In fact since Kate had first touched her son sexually not one word had been spoken about it. It was just as if once they got out of the bed it hadn't happened. As if they weren't doing anything that any other mother and son would do. The pair of them reserved their taboo acts for the bedroom at night. Their incestuous lovemaking had become an essential but segregated compartment in their lives. A compartment they opened up when they went to bed together but which they securely locked when awake and in the cold light of day. From a discussion point of view the topic was as taboo between them as it was forbidden and reviled by most people.

As he left Grant said. "Be back around five I guess what we doing tonight?"

Kate looked at him a quizzical expression on her face for ironically she'd been thinking the same thing. He went on clearly a little embarrassed, "for dinner I meant."

"Of course darling," she replied standing on tiptoe and kissing him on the cheek. "Tell you what, as it's our last night we'll have a nice dinner at home, I'll cook something for us. OK?

"Mmm yes that sounds nice."

"As she cleared up and got ready for an afternoon in the sun Kate's thoughts kept straying onto the unusual relationship that had developed between her and her son on this holiday. She knew that from most points of view and by most standards it was wrong. What they were doing was outside conventional morals and could have no lasting merit. It wasn't sustainable nor could it lead anywhere. It was temporary, transitory, a period of learning for him and discovery for both of them. That there was something powerful happening there could be no doubt. That the attraction they felt for each other, though maybe wrong, was there and was very strong. She knew that it had happened partly because of her concern about him worrying about being gay and not being successful with girls and that she was helping him overcome that. She equally knew, though, that there was something more than that and she couldn't work out just what that was.

As the house was very secluded and their sun terrace was tucked into the cliffs away from prying eyes Kate decided to sunbathe nude. Tying a wrap round her and carrying a large towel and her creams she went out on the terrace. The view over the cobalt blue sea out towards Capri really was magnificent and she stood looking at it as her thoughts focused more and more on her sexual relationship with her son.

But now her thinking wasn't about the morality of it. She wasn't thinking whether it was right or wrong and whether they should stop or not. No her thoughts were on what they'd done so far and what that was surely leading towards.

They'd performed many sexual acts together but not the final one. And that was occupying her thoughts as she lay down on the soft lounger and undid the wrap. She laid back her eyes closed luxuriating in the warmth of the sun on her bare skin.

Kate had a good body. A very womanly body. Yes a little excess on the stomach where there was a slight bulge due to her laziness with the pre-natal exercises after having Grant. Yes a little more on her hips and bum than she'd like and far more on her boobs than most. And yes their size and the ravages of child birth made them sag a little. But overall her full curves and the proportions of her hips, waist and bust made for a very feminine figure indeed.

She poured some sun oil onto her chest and started rubbing into her skin. As she did that she couldn't shake the images of her naked son from her mind. As her hands ran over her breasts she could feel his fingers and his hands there. As she smoothed the oil into her nipples making them immediately go hard it was Grant's teeth and tongue she felt there. As she rubbed the lovely feeling warm oil into her tummy so she felt his caresses and so her body began to respond to her vivid thoughts. She was becoming aroused. Her eyes were closed her mouth opening and shutting as she started to breathe heavily.

She knew that she didn't need to apply oil to her pubic mound. The thin covering of tawny hair was sufficient against the spring sun. Nevertheless she found her hands going there and smoothing the hairs into one mass as they soaked up the oil. She did, though, need oil on her thighs and that gave her the opportunity to ease the oil into that sensitive inner part of them, the place she recalled where Grant had first touched her in a sexual manner. And once her thighs were glistening with the oil so her hands had only one other place to go.

Slithering up her now opened legs they were soon there and she was already soaked and open. She rubbed herself. Rubbed in little circles right alongside and around her clitoris that immediately responded by sending orgasm inducing signals through her body. Her fingers straightened and they slid into her. But in her mind they were not her fingers. They were not part of her hands. In her imaginings it wasn't her that was between her spreaded legs penetrating her. No in her mind it was Grant. It wasn't her fingers it was his cock. And as she orgasmed it wasn't her doing any of this for in her mind it was her son's cock that was in her. Yes as she climaxed in the sun naked beside the small pool she visualised herself being fucked by her own son

Kate had been down to the small market and was preparing the meal when Grant got back. She'd showered and done her hair and was wearing a thin, white dress. It was fairly tight with a skirt that ended just above her knee and had buttons up the front.

"You look nice mum," he said helping himself to a glass of wine.

"Thanks darling I just got a bit fed up with trousers and tees. Why don't you have a shower and then dinner'll be ready when you've finished?"

He came back into the kitchen-diner twenty or so minutes later wearing a smart, dark blue shirt and beige, linen trousers. His blonde hair was still slightly damp. "God he looks ravishing," Kate thought as she started serving the simple pasta starter.

Her dress was cut fairly low at the front and Grant had glanced several times at her deep cleavage and the flesh on the top of her breasts that were now nicely tanned. He'd also stolen looks at her bare legs as she'd bent over getting the meal from the oven. He could see the outline of her thong under the thin tight material of her dress. Her bra straps where they slid along her shoulders, the outline of each of the cups through the cheesecloth dress and, he thought, the darker shadow of her nipples.

As Kate had busied herself he'd perched himself on a bar stool his legs spread before him as he watched an Italian football match. She kept taking surreptitious glances at him. At his handsome, youthful face, His long blonde hair, the hairs on his chest poking between the sides of his shirt. His long, slender legs and the bulge in his crotch. He was simply so gorgeous. So attractive and she felt guiltily so "fucking sexy."

Thinking about what was sure to happen later between them she almost dropped the crockery as she set the table.

That they would be intimate she had no doubt.

That she would be naked with him she was sure

That his hands would caress her breasts and that hers would stroke his penis she knew for certain.

"But would they make full love? Would they have penetrative sex? Would her son fuck her," were the questions buzzing though her mind as she excused herself and went into her bedroom.

As Grant waited for her to return he was wondering the same thing. He so badly wanted to lose his virginity. All his friends had and he'd come near several times, once even cumming on a girl's panties to his abject embarrassment. He'd tried with a hooker but couldn't get hard and on two other occasions he'd also got the droop when he got near.

"Could it be that his mother would let him fuck her?" he wondered

Sitting across from each other eating the pasta followed by baby lamb chops and rocket salad they were unusually quiet. Conversation didn't flow as it usually did. They found topics to talk about hard to find. Both were aware it was their last night. Both were full of questions as to what would happen when they returned to the UK. And both were consumed by what might happen tonight.

As Grant had wandered around the Roman ruins his mind had also been on them. On what they'd done and what they might do in the future. As he'd looked at the old houses beautifully preserved by the dust several times he'd got hard ons. As he thought of the first night. As his mind had recalled her hands on him, his hands on her big tits, his mouth sucking her nipples. He'd tried to shake the thoughts from his mind but how could a young man dispel the memory of his mother's mouth closing around his cock. The thoughts of her sucking him and of his cum splattering into her mouth. His friends at school had boasted of girl that not only sucked them off but also swallowed but he'd never been quite sure whether to believe them. And now he'd had a woman do that to him but he could never tell anyone who'd done that for him.

On the train home and since he'd been with her seeing her dressed so beautifully he too had been wondering about them having full sex. Should he start or hint at it or even ask her? After all she'd said she wanted to teach him hadn't she? Or was that up to her? Should they indeed do that at all? Was it just too far, going outside the boundary, if one existed that was? Maybe she didn't want to, he'd thought as he'd showered, his cock rock hard all the time he'd been getting ready choosing his smartest clothes for some reason? After all she'd led the way so perhaps that was just too much. Perhaps that really was taboo. Maybe, he thought, looking across the table at her, seeing the tanned flesh of her breasts and cleavage, my mum doesn't want her son to fuck her?

"Is everything ok darling?" she asked. "You seem very quiet."

"I was going to ask you the same," he replied getting up to fetch another bottle of wine.

"Why? Am I quiet?" she stammered knowing full well she was.

"I thought so," Grant replied as he stood right next to her pouring wine into her glass.

He was so close she could feel the warmth from his body, smell his aftershave and see the bulge in his thin trousers just inches from her face. She leaned back and took his hand in hers.

Looking up she smiled at him as she said softly, "I guess I feel a little sad that it's our last night. It's been a wonderful break."

He stared back at her still holding her hand and not moving away. "It's been amazing K, absolutely incredible, thank you so much."

They were both almost whispering as they stared at each other so intently.

"I don't know what to say darling," she sighed, "I didn't mean this to happen, you know?" she added as she pressed the back of his hand against her breast.

She watched as he slowly bent forward his lips leaving no doubt whatsoever as to their destination. Kate bent her head backward her lips opening just as his met hers.

For the first time they kissed deeply. Up until now the kisses had been soft and gentle and just on the lips that had, mostly, been closed. This time, though, it wasn't soft for both pairs of lips were squirming and moving against each other firmly. This time they were tightly pressed together. This time both mouths were wide open and this time both tongues were delving deep into the others throat. Most differently though this time there was no hesitation between them, no inhibitions, no fumbling and wondering whether it was ok. No this time directly they started to kiss sex was inevitable, was needed and was demanded. There was no hesitation or waiting From where he was towering over her it seemed so natural to run both his hands over her breasts. From where she was it was natural to run her hands over his bulge that seemed to explode as his erection shook the restraints of his shirt free and leaped upright. With her sitting and him standing the logical actions were for him to undo her top and caress her breasts inside the white, net, totally transparent bra and for her to slide his zip down. For him to push the top of her dress away from her chest and for her to pull his trousers down. For the son to squeeze the mother breasts and pinch her already swollen nipples and for the mother to stoke her son's erection that pulsated in her hands.

She struggled up and fell into his arms her breasts squashing his chest his erection pushing strongly into her belly as their mouths ground together.

"Oh Jesus Grant, oh my God," she moaned.

"K, oh K yes, yes , this is amazing."

They wiggled themselves towards the large sofa and collapsed onto it, their mouths still clamped together, their bodies writhing and grinding against each other..

His shirt came off with his boxers so that he was naked in her arms. He pulled her dress down her legs and dropped that on the floor. Looking at his mother his heart pounded when he saw the very sexy lace and silk thong. The front barely contained her pubic mound and the ridiculously, flimsy strand of lace that dissected her rounded cheeks and vanished so wonderfully mysteriously between them excited him so much.

"Bloody hell that looks so sexy," he whispered into her ear.

She smiled, "I'm pleased you like it," feeling more relaxed with him now than she had before as she added, "But don't you think I'm a little overdressed?"

Grant surprisingly also felt more confident and at ease with her and replied. "I think you are, yes."

"Then, darling," she breathed, "why don't you take it off? Why don't you take my panties off so I'm naked as you are?"

He shuddered with excitement and anticipation as he rolled the delicate garment down her hips and legs to then drop it on the floor with the rest of their clothes.

Kissing and stroking each other they simply enjoyed their mutual nakedness and the others body for some time. Kate stroked his erection, cupped his balls, chewed his nipples and ran her soft fingers all over his body and particularly his firm, pert arse. Grant cupped her breasts, pinched and chewed her nipples and rubbed her clit and her lips.

Together they squirmed their bare bodies together loving the feeling of the others flesh on theirs. He was laying half on top of her with his legs hanging off the edge of the sofa. Her arms were around his neck her breasts squashed by his firm body. She took his face in her hands and lifting it up stared deep into his eyes. They looked at each other for a moment or two before Kate, slowly and softly whispered.

"Darling, take me to bed and make love to me. Take me to bed Grant and fuck me."

They were the most exciting words Grant had ever heard. They sent such a thrill through him and it all became too much for the young man. "Oh no, oh no," he moaned as Kate felt his body shudder.

"What darling?" she asked realising the problem before he replied as she felt the warm wetness on her belly.

"I'm cumming, I'm only bloodywell cumming," he whined as his cock continued pumping his seed all over her tummy.

"Yes cum for me Grant," she whispered thrusting herself against him. "Cum for your mother baby, cum on me, cum all over me darling." She went on reassuring him. "It doesn't matter it'll just make the next time so much better."

"I am sorry K," Grant said sitting up on the side of the sofa.

"Don't be silly, it's a compliment really and as I say when we get to bed you'll be more relaxed. I loved it."

"You're so understanding, thanks K."

Laughing as she stood up Kate replied. "Well that's what mums are for isn't darling? Understanding and teaching their children."

He also laughed at that. "Yes I suppose so but not usually when they cum on her belly."

"Stay right there," she said walking to her bedroom. She returned with some wet wipes and cleaned both of them up taking time carefully wiping every last bit of cum from her son's softening penis.

"And of course," she said brightly, "cleaning them and washing them."

"Hmmm not this though do they? Well most don't?"

Leaning over as she wiped him clean her heavy breasts were dangling just inches from his face. In that position they looked even bigger and were an obvious temptation for him. One that was too strong and as Kate finished wiping his penis so Grant cupped both of them in his hands.

"You really have got gorgeous breasts K."

"Thanks darling, you like them do you? You like my breasts do you?"

"Mmmm," he replied kissing them and pinching one of her nipples. "I love them."

"Good I'm pleased you like them Grant. Pleased that you like your mother's tits and do such lovely things to them for me."

She stood there a few moments enjoying his caresses and oral attention to her dangling tits. She ran her fingers through his hair and sent shudders of sheer want through her body by running her hands up and down his slender, muscular back. He was sucking greedily on them, using his teeth, lips and tongue on her nipples and the soft flesh of her breasts.

Kate couldn't help thinking how much better he now was at this and smiled to herself thinking how well she'd taught him. Keeping her breast against his mouth she sat on the sofa alongside him her hand slithering down his chest and onto his prick that was already half erect.

"Come on darling," she whispered, "let's go to bed now and make love."

"Oh yes. Yes please, let's do that K," he mumbled through the flesh of her tits that were in his mouth.

They stood up and kissed pressing their bodies together as they stumbled their way towards his room. He reached behind him to open the door.

"No not tonight darling," Kate said pulling on his arm. "Tonight is special." She went on leading him towards her room. "Tonight is extra special my love," she whispered as she opened her door.

"Oh wow," Grant burst out as he looked in and saw what his mother had done when she'd gone to her room just before dinner. There were candles everywhere casting such an intimate and erotic glow over the room and filling it with thick, aromatic smells.

"I wanted it to be extra special for you darling," she said pushing him into the room towards the bed.

"You're so kind K," he breathed kissing her on the top of her head and squeezing one of her breasts affectionately.

"I wanted everything to be so perfect dear. So perfect for you on this special occasion."

"And it is mum, er K, its perfection."

"That's what I wanted darling. Wanted for you when you lose your virginity tonight."

"And what a way to lose it K? What a lucky man I am to lose it like this."

"Are you love? Do you really mean that? Are you happy?"

"Yes there could be nothing better than for me to make love for the first time like this and with you."

"Oh Grant that's so nice."

"I mean it. It's the most fantastic thing in the world for a son to make love for his first time and to do that with his mother."

"God Grant I do so hope you'll think that later when we're back home."

"I will mum, I will I promise you."

They sunk onto the bed in each others arms their mouths clamped together. They kissed and caressed grinding their bodies hard against the other her breasts being deliciously squashed against his firm youthful chest. Kate could feel that he was now erect again and rolling onto her back she pulled him on top of her.