A Son’s Love for his Mother – Part IV The next morning Brian’s mother woke at about four o’clock. She lay there in bed thinking about the previous three mornings and what she and her son had done. How she has tried not to give into temptation but has failed miserably. As she lay there waiting for the alarm to go off so her husband will get up, get ready for work, and again leave the two of them alone. As she thinks about her son’s naked body and his cock and how it feels to be fucked by him, again tears well up in her eyes. The alarm finally goes off and her husband rolls out of bed. She pretends to be asleep and wait for him to leave…a wait that seems to be an eternity. But, her mind keeps telling her to jump up and beg him to stay, to be with her so she won’t have to face another morning of forbidden temptation. However, she feels a soft peck on her check and then hears the bedroom door gently closing. Across the hall, Brian hears his father’s footsteps in the hall and then down the stairs. He lays there listening for the car to leave their driveway. As soon as he hears the engine disappear down the street his cock becomes fully erect and he moves to his bedroom door. He knows in the back of his mind that this is wrong, that sons don’t fuck their mothers, that this is incest. He knows that his mother is Gölbaşı escort bayan fighting within herself to not give in to her sexual desires. But, he can’t help himself he loves his mother and he loves her body. He opens his door and creeps across the hall, pauses at his mother and father’s bedroom door then softly knocks, as before he doesn’t wait for an answer before opening the door. Mostly because he is afraid his mother will tell him to go away. He opens the door and looks to the bed; he is astonished at what he sees. The bed is fully made with the silky, light blue bedspread with the gold thread running through it. The pillow shams are pushed up against the head board and there in the middle of the bed on her back with one leg bent at the knee and the other leg spread slightly exposing herself to anyone coming through the door is his mother…stark naked. She smiles at him, stretches out her arms and say, “Come to mother.” Brian, moves to the bed, crawls up onto it and enters his mother’s arms. They kiss…at first a rather platonic, loving kiss then as the thought of his mother’s naked body fills his mind and the sexual arousal of the feel of his skin against her skin stimulates him, the kiss becomes more passionate, more forceful, more erotic, as he forces…a force Escort Keçiören finding little resistance…his tongue into her mouth. Surprising both of them she eagerly sucks his tongue in and lets her own tongue twirl and dance with the welcomed invader, and the tips of their tongues touch as if the tongues were kissing one another. Brian’s moved his hand up to fondle his mother’s breast, caressing it, kneading it, running his finger around the nipple feeling the goose bumps rise on her areola. They were locked in passion with the kiss going on and on with first one tongue in the other’s mouth then switching as the defending tongue became the aggressor and moved to the other’s mouth. Mouths wide open, kissing hard and long, lips against lips, heads moving ever so slightly to add the sensation friction between lips. It was a kiss even her husband had not bestowed on her in many years. Then when Brian pinched her hard nipple she came as close as she had ever come to an orgasm with out any pussy stimulation. Brian broke the kiss and moved to his mother’s neck, licking it, kissing it. She moved her head up and to the side allowing him access. She loved to have her neck kissed it was one of her sensitive erogenous zones. He sucked in on her neck giving her hickie. But, she didn’t Kızılay escort care she was being made love to by someone who truly loved her. He moved from her neck down to her breasts finding the one he had been playing with. The nipple was hard, protruding, waiting. He looked at it; it was so beautiful with its tan areola and ever so slightly darker nipple. Brian became a child again lowering his head to the nipple and sucking it into his mouth. He sucked on it as if expecting the worm, nourishing milk he received as a baby. She loved the hard suction on her nipple, the force with which he was pulling it into his mouth. She reached down and supported her breast, pushing it into his mouth. Then as if it had gone dry, Brian moved to the other breast and started milking it with lips and mouth. Brian’s mother was so caught up in the fervor of the moment and her loins ached so from the near orgasm and the leaking of her lubrication fluids that she instinctively pushed his head from her breasts, pushing him down her body, down as far as her bellybutton, where he lingered momentarily to let the tip of his tongue feel the small hole before intuitively moving down farther and farther until his kissing lips entered the forest of her pubic hair. Her legs were already spread wide and waiting for the invasion of his lushes lips, the lips that so captivated her own lips only a few moments ago. Now so close the aroma emanating from her filled his nostrils with a desire more intense than ever before. Without hesitation, he continued down and with hormones at full throttle he vigorously ate at the trough of his mother’s pussy.