Unnatural Desires Ch. 01

Foreword: The following story was inspired by conversations I had with someone I met online. It's my first story about mother son incest. I hope you enjoy the read.

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You have unexpectedly worked your way into my mind. You have broadened my taboo sexual horizons. When I imagine us being together, it has everything to do with obsession, lust, and desire.

You come home from work. I stop whatever it is I'm doing because I know we are going to have sex because when you are near me, that's what we do. And not just ordinary sex. What we share is beyond anything known to man. You walk over to me. There are no words because we don't need them. You wrap your arms around me and hold my head in your hands. You pull me to within an inch of your face. You stare deeply into my eyes. I can feel you breathing in, as if you are inhaling the essence that is me. With your eyes still open, you lick my lips with your tongue and then take my bottom lip between your teeth and lightly bite. We are both breathing heavy with want. You start quietly growling as your need for me increases. The words coming from your mouth are almost unintelligible. It's as if you are no longer human, but rather an animal. I hear you murmur, "I need you. I have to be inside you. You are mine. You are mine. Mine."

Your grasp on my head becomes tighter and a small whimper brushes my lips as you kiss me fully with passion and greed. Like a beast being kept from his prey, you tear through the only barrier preventing our coupling. As our clothes land carelessly on the floor, your need for me intensifies and is unlike any you have ever known and my eagerness to please you surpasses all understanding. I know this is wrong. This bond that we have, it's more than a mother and son relationship. It's closer than a husband and wife union. What we have is a primal obsession. It goes beyond want. It even goes beyond need. This is something we have to have, like the oxygen a fire needs to live. You're hungry. I am your meal.

Without any obstacles in the way, you pull me as close to you as I can possible be. Our skin meshes together. Having me this near seems to calm you. Knowing that you will soon be inside me , claiming me once again. Effortlessly, you pick me up into your arms and hold me tightly, soothed by the closeness. Carrying me, you walk to the bed, holding me next to you as you lay us down. On top of me, looking at me. I know your soul. I know what you want. Sweetly you kiss my lips, as though for an instant, you have regained your senses. You are back in the moment, with me, remembering that you love me. I can feel your hardness between my legs, searching for its home.

My desperation for you is agonizing. I know I shouldn't have the feelings I have for you. It's wrong, forbidden, and indecent. Yet somehow, that accelerates our emotions for one another.

"I love you, son."

Hearing me say those four words are hypnotizing to you. Again, you focus on your burning desire to unite our bodies. You've waited long enough. I gasp loudly as I feel you thrust deeply into me. We are now connected. You are touching the very core of me. We both relish in that feeling, lost in our sick desires. You don't move, you allow our bodies to be one, the way it was meant to be, the way it once was, so many years ago when you were nourished from inside my womb. You are still. The only sound is our heartbeats. My legs are wrapped around your back, my arms around your neck and hands gripping your face, our eyes lost in each other.

"Why do we do this? It's so wrong. Why can't I say no?" I say these words out loud as I anguish over my actions. I'm torn between knowing the difference between right and wrong and not caring because deep down, I know that this is where you belong. This is what my boy needs and it's my job to take care of your needs. That's what moms do.

"You can't deny my needs. You created me and now you have to take care of me. You're the only one who can. No one else can satisfy my cravings. Only you, mom."

And then you slowly pull out of me only to thrust hard and deep again. I feel you growing harder with each thrust and very soon I will drench your cock with my motherly juices.

You show great discipline, knowing you are providing your mom with wave after wave of pleasure, but keeping a slow and steady pace, thrust after slow methodical thrust, which only intensifies my orgasm. My body is trembling as it is overtaken with spasms. My eyes roll back in my head and my moans are uncontrollable.

When the waves subside and I'm able to calm down, you stop thrusting but remain buried deep inside me. Caressing my face and staring into my eyes, you lovingly kiss me.

"How does it feel knowing that your son's cock game you an orgasm? You allowed your boy to fuck you and fill your entire body with spasms like no man ever has. Only your son can do that for you. I'm going to do it again and again. You are mine. You belong to me, mom. Mmmmm... even now I can still sense your yearning for me. You say it's wrong, but your body betrays you. It belongs to me, just like the rest of you. Give me your mind, your soul."

Your words are like an aphrodisiac running through my blood. My body is betraying what my mind knows. It's wrong, but I can't stop my pelvis from grinding with yours. The head of your cock is touching the entrance to my womb, as if it's trying to get back inside to the place that once housed your body, the place you were nurtured, fed, and loved. As these thoughts race through my mind, I feel the walls of my pussy clinging and squeezing your cock and I realize that I need this as much as you do. Knowing our love is wrong, makes me love you more. It makes my desire for you more than I can tolerate and I begin mumbling, "Yes, son, I'm yours. I need you. Crawl inside me, where you belong."

Hearing my words makes your cock swell. It aches with desperation to explode, but you're not ready yet. You still need to feel the comfort of your mom surrounding you. The need to claim me is overwhelming. You pull out of me, roll me over onto my stomach, then mount me from behind. Every inch of our bodies glued together, your face buried in my neck, your hands holding my hands over my head, our legs entwined, knotted together as you move your hips. We are panting, moaning, drooling. You're fucking me with so much force now that it begins to hurt me and though I yell out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, you are unable to stop. It's as if you have become angry about the feelings that you have for me. You are filled with lust. Moans have turned to growling as you repeat over and over, "You're mine, tell me, say it mom, tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours, son. I belong to you. I need you, only you. Please don't stop. Fuck me deeper, hurt me more, I'm yours, mhmmm...yesss, son...give me what I need." Your relentless assault on my pussy causes another build up of pleasurable waves jolting throughout my body. Again, you show incredible discipline as you are able to abstain from emptying yourself into me. You haven't yet had your fill, and neither have I. My body is physically shaking and although it has been fed more pleasure than its ever known, it still requires more. "I need more of you." My voice is gruff, our combined sweat is pouring off of me, the smell of sex fills the room.

You get up on your knees and pull me up to you. Face to face again. I wrap my arms around your neck and straddle my legs around your back as I slowly slide onto your cock. You're deeper than ever. Your cock touching the space inside me that is familiar, warm, and inviting. The space where only you have ever been. You take my face into your hands and say, "I need to look into your eyes as I fill your womb with my seed. I want you to see your son's face as your tightening pussy causes me to spray my hot cum inside you and I want to see your complete and total submission to your boy. Give into this, mom. Allow it to happen."

Something takes over me. I'm possessed with longing to feel my son's sperm filling me. I bounce on your cock, squeezing my pussy, gripping onto your erect rock hard dick, pulling you into me, deeper and deeper.

"Look at me, mom."

"I'm looking, son."

Moaning.

"You're mine."

"Yes, I'm yours, son."

"Tell me you want this."

Panting.

"I want this so much, baby."

Desperation

"I'm going to fill you with my seed. Tell me you want it."

Whimpering.

"Yes, fuck. I want it. Please son. Mmmmm..."

Needing, wanting, craving, desiring.

"I'm going to cum, mom. Look at me"

Faster, deeper, harder.

"I'm looking. I see you, honey. Me too, baby, I feel it. I feel your cock filling me, oh my god, yesss baby...mmmm."

Twitching, trembling, shaking, growling, grunting.

Pounding.

"FUCK, mom. Fucckkkk. Yessssssss."

Together we both float high above the clouds. Clinging to each other. Seeing each other - in each other. Out of breath. Collapsing onto the bed, but staying connected. Slowly floating down from an orgasmic high. Our cravings temporarily satisfied.

Still holding each other, still connected, you say, "Do you see now, mom? Your boy needs you. Do you understand now?"

"Yes, I do. I understand. You need your mom to feel complete. I nourish your body now as I did when you were growing inside me. You need nourishment from me. You need me to belong to you, and I do, son. I am yours, whenever you need me."

"Only mine, mom. No one else can have you. No one else can complete you. No one else understands you."

"No one else. I am yours, son. Only yours, as long as you need me."

We fell asleep, our bodies connected. I would be woken several hours from now to you sliding your hungry cock in and out of my dripping wet pussy. Your cravings for me never completely satisfied. But where could this desire you have for me possible lead as your obsessive behavior grows?