The Long Tease Incest/Taboo 12 page Story by Salty Vixen

"I don't fucking care," I hissed. "I don't Tommy, I don't give a fuck about it, about anything but you," I told him. He smiled and raised one of my feet to his lips. He slipped the heel from it and tossed it to the floor.

"Me neither Mom. I took your panties," he confessed. "From the costume shoot. The ivory ones. They were filthy as fuck Mom with your juices. I creamed them for you Mom, made them even dirtier, thinking about this. About these." He said and kissed my feet for the first time. He breathed them in, pressing the sole against his nose, feeling their creased texture against him, breathing in the heady scent of sweat, nail polish and new shoe. He kissed them and then kissed them again and again as I wriggled and writhed beneath him. No one had ever done this to me before and it felt amazing, a direct current of lust running right through me as the touch of his lips, inspired by his obvious desire and emotion.

"Oh Tommy," I groaned. "Don't stop, suck them, kiss them," I urged him. He did. He took each toe into his mouth, his tongue swirling between them, his teeth nibbling gently. I'd never expected it to feel this good, having my feet worshipped, but it did, I felt so helpless beneath him but also incredibly feminine and desirable. I had utterly surrendered to him and his desire for me. I gripped and un-gripped the sheets in time with the movements of his tongue and his lips. My reverie was broken by Tom's voice.

"Mom," he said simply. I opened my eyes and looked at him.

"Yes baby?" I asked.

"Mom, I'm going to cum on your feet. I've wanted to do that for so fucking long. They're just so beautiful and I've never done it before. I don't think you have either, have you?" I shook my head. "Good. I want the first time I cum with you to be something special, something different - a first for us both. You understand?" I nodded. He was so wise, so confident for his tender years. Why had I never seen it before? He tossed my other shoe to the floor and pressed both soles against his cock. "That's it Mom," he instructed, just as he had when taking photos. "Place my cock between your soles, like that, yes. Oh yes, just like that," he groaned as I cupped his cock between my delicate, creased soles.

The ribbed texture seemed to stimulate him even further and he throw his head back and gave a long, low, "Fuuuuuck!" telling the ceiling just how good it felt to have his cock between his Mommy's feet. It didn't take me long to get the hang of what I needed to do, gently rolling his cock between my soles, mimicking my best hand job, taking it slowly but rhythmically. He was rocking back and forth, is gaze flitting from my cute little feet with their sky blue polish to my green eyes that looked up at him adoringly and lustfully.

I could sense when he was going to cum. Call it a mother's instinct, but I knew it before he did. I smiled at him. "You're gonna cum aren't you baby?" He groaned and nodded. "Good, I want that baby, I need that cum. Give it to Mommy. Cum all over Mommy's pretty little feet," I moaned. His eyes grew wild and his thrusts stronger.

"Gonna cum Mom, all over your painted whoreish feet. You've been teasing me with them for years and now they're going to get what they deserve," he hissed which turned into a roar and then he was cumming. He gripped his cock as the first spurt shot right down between my thighs, splashing my inner thigh with its creamy warmth. Then he aimed it at my instep, my ankles, covering the anklet with it, and then each of my toes. They were a slimy, gummy mess of cum by the time he finally finished but I didn't care. In fact, I loved the feeling. Tom stepped back but, before I could move, commanded me to stay still. He returned a moment later with his camera.

"I can't tell you how long I've wanted to do this," he said and stated photographing my feet. I could have objected, should have perhaps, knowing what he'd do with it, but I didn't. It was his dream, his desire and what mother should deny that to her son. When he was done, he put it down. I wondered for a moment if, post-orgasm, he might feel a twinge of guilt, regret, fear, but there was none of that in his eyes as he sat next to me. He kissed me, a gentle, loving kiss, part filial, part lover. "Thank you Mom," he said simply. I reached up and touched his cheek.

"You're welcome darling," I replied. Then he grinned and reached out to scoop the cum from between my toes. "I think you need some sustenance Mom," he said wickedly. I started. Could I really eat my own son's cum from my toes? How sick, how fucked up was that? I smiled. Exactly fucked up enough. I bowed my head and took his fingers into my mouth, sucking them clean, my free hand closing around his cock.

"I do hope I don't have to wait long for this to be ready to go again," I murmured, my mouth full of fingers and cum. He chuckled.

"The advantages of having a teenaged lover, Mom, is that I'll be ready again in no time."

I loved his confidence. He made me feel so sexy, so feminine as I hadn't in bed with Bob for such a long time. I felt so free with him, that I could be what I wanted with him and what I wanted to be his, utterly, and to show him that I was willing to do anything for him. He was standing by the side of the bed, my small hand closed around his member. I stroked it loving with my other hand as I held it by the root, watching wide-eyed with curiosity as it began to harden again. I felt in one sense like a virgin girl again. Tom was 18-years-old, I was 46 and had been married for 22 years. I'd been with Bob for a year and a half before we got married, so the last cock I had seen and held before Bob's was when I was only a few years old than Tom was now.

I had become so used to Bob's cock and then used to basically no cock at all, that having a real live one in front of me felt strange and filled me with a sense of awe as I touched it and sensed its raw power and virility. This was how a cock was supposed to feel, the way I dimly recalled they did feel when I was young. I looked up at him adoringly and smiled.

"Would you like Mommy to help speed up the process?" I asked and lowered my head to kiss the tip, tasting the remnants of cum from his orgasm there. I dipped my tongue into his piss-hole and heard him gasp, sensing the cock growing in my hand in response.

"I think you were doing a great job already Mom, but I'm not gonna stop you," he replied, reaching out to stroke my copper-red hair from my face. I smiled wickedly, holding his cock lovingly between my two hands, my azure nails a bright contrast to the rich purple of his Vader-shaped cock head. I bent my head to my task, smothering his head with kisses, slow, lingering kisses that never let up. He groaned his appreciation and, as I then took his head into my mouth, my glossy red lips forming a perfect tight ring around just the head, I heard him his through his teeth and sensed the shaft reaching full rigidity in my delicate grip.

I sucked him with avidity, my cheeks collapsing to create as tight a sensation as possible and Tom clearly appreciated my efforts. His fingers curled around my copper tendrils and tugged tightly as he tried to force his cock deeper. I grinned and shook my head. Patience love, my eyes told him and he glared back but acquiesced. I knew what I was doing, he understood, far better than Katie or any other girl he'd been with could. Not only was I an older, more experienced lover but I was his mother and mothers have an instinct about what their boys need.

My tongue flickered all over his head even while it remained the only part of his cock in my mouth and he began to groan his appreciation even while tightening his grip of his mother's hair. It hurt a little but I didn't mind. It reminded me that this was real, that it was actually happening at last and nothing could be better to feel than that. Also, my body was reminding me that I quite liked pain. My inner slut was reawakening, an inner sub who had been sublimated for years to the other personas I'd been forced to adopt - businesswoman, respectable wife, doting mother. Now she was being released and she emerged blinking into the light, immediately joining herself with the doting mother to become even more of a slut to this boy, even more submissive than I had been back in college.

I could sense that Tom wanted to take control, the right grip on my hair and the look in his eyes told me that. He just needed a little nudge, that's all. A mother's nudge to embrace who he really was and who I wanted, no needed, him to be. And so I nipped at his cock. Not enough to hurt but enough to surprise. He looked down in shock and anger, it was a glorious look.

"Why, you little B...," he stopped himself just in time and I grinned lasciviously and nodded him head.

"Go on Tommy, you can say it. Mommy wants to hear you say it, to treat her like that. It's ok, I promise." He stared at me for a moment and then I saw his expression slowly change. I can't quite describe it but it included joy, lust, confidence, power and a hint of coldness that both thrilled and frightened me.

"You Bitch," he said with feeling, emphasizing the plosive at the start of Bitch. "You tease me like a harlot for days, weeks Mom," he said steadily, staring down at me as I continued to nuzzle his cock. "And then you bite me. You are gonna pay for all that Mommy, you know that, right?" He groaned as I flickered my tongue teasingly over his head once more, my eyes dancing with anticipation.

"Yes baby," I mumbled, finding it hard to talk with a mouth full of cock. "I know. Mommy's been such a bad girl, I know. I'll do anything to make it up to you, just don't hurt Mommy," I pleaded with my mouth, though my eyes and my body told a very different story as I positively trembled at my own words.

He took my face in his hands, his cock just inches from my shiny red lips and stared into my eyes. The intensity of his gaze made me wetter still.

"I'll do exactly what you deserve Nancy," he whispered softly. I closed my eyes and gasped, the promise of his words almost enough to give me a mini-orgasm on their own. I smiled.

"Whatever you say my darling," I replied, bowing my head in submission. There was a pause and then his fingertips lifted my chin. I kept my eyes closed but I felt his cock against my forehead and then slowly dragged down over my eye and down the side of my long nose until it rested against my lips.

"For now, whore, get back to your task," he said and I opened my eyes wide, blinked and then obeyed, opening my mouth and receiving his cock lovingly back into my mouth. I took him deeper this time, taking as much of his long, smooth member as I could manage.

I took my time, careful not to rush, to ensure that neither of us wasted a single sensation. I covered his cock generously with my saliva and began to make appreciative noises as he thrust harder into my mouth, his fingers gently controlling my movements but without forcing me. He knew that, for now, he was happy to let me treat his cock the way I thought best for his pleasure.

He was so big in my mouth and I wondered how long it would take me to bring him off again. My own fingers were now reached down to touch my clit and I gave a little groan as I did. The vibrations from this hummed through his cock and he gave an answering moan of his own, his fingers digging into the back of my skull, puling me deeper onto his cock. I pulled back and grinned up at him from the bed.

"Is my baby gonna cum for Mommy like that?" I pouted, stroking his cock with my nails. "Gonna cum in Mommy's mouth?" Tom shook his head.

"No Mom. I mean, I would, but I'm not going to. There's only one place I'm going to cum next," he said firmly and I felt my insides go to jelly again. I looked up at his questingly.

"Oh? And where's that?" I asked in a whisper. Tom dropped to his knees, so his face was on a level with mine. He took my cheeks in his hands again and kissed me.

"Deep in your cunt Mom," he said. "Are you on contraception still, or do I need to get something?"

"I'm fixed hunny," I promised. By pure dint of habit, I was still on the pill despite it not exactly being necessary given the infrequency with which Bob and I had sex. I gave silent thanks for it now though. "So you can spill your seed in the cunt that made you Tommy."

Tom rolled me onto my back and I opened my legs to him, giving him his first uninterrupted view of my shaved pussy, glinting with anticipation. He bent down to kiss it and breathe deeply.

"Fuck, you smell good Mom. Like a bitch in heat, Mom. Is that what you are?" I moaned in reply. "I said," he repeated. "Is that what you are?"

"Yes," I whimpered. "Your bitch in heat for you my boy. Fuck Tommy," I groaned, "please fuck me now. I can't wait any long, please, please," I pleaded with him.

"I intend to have my way with every inch of your body Mom," he said and I whimpered again, half in joy at the prospect and half in frustration as I needed him in me now. "But that can wait," he admitted, his own voice trembling slightly from the excitement. "Cos I'm going to fuck you now, Nancy." He climbed onto the bed and between my legs. His held his cock steady as he loomed over me and then I felt it press against my pussy lips.

I suddenly felt panicked. What if I was too loose for him after Katie? What if I didn't feel as good. Then I couldn't think anymore as all that existed for me was the sensation of his hot, hard cock pushing through my lips and past the folds of my pussy, deep, deep into my cunt. I don't know what words, if any, poured out of my mouth or if it was just guttural sounds but I expressed my pleasure as much as I could and gripped his shaft as tightly as I could, not ever wanting to let him go. He was mine now and I was his, his alone. No other man mattered, no other thing mattered in that moment but his cock and the feeling of it invading and possessing its homeland. My pussy, my cunt, his cunt, his first home.

I held him to me, my long duck-egg blue nails digging into his back and his ass, not wanting him to leave me. My confidence returned as I heard him hiss. "Fuuuuck Mom, you're so fuuucking tight, it feels amazing. How do you do it?" He whispered. I chuckled.

"Experience baby," I replied. "Plus, your Dad hasn't exactly been stretching me out recently...or ever. You're so much more than him baby, in every way," I told him as I kissed him.

"I don't care about him Nancy," he replied and I nodded. "He doesn't matter. Only you and I, only this." He was right, of course. Only we mattered now and his cock in me and his hands over me felt sensational. He began to rock in and out of me, building up a steady rhythm. I was so wet and he was already slick from my blowjob so the friction was a little less than we might have wanted but it produced marvellous feelings nonetheless and filthy sloppy sounds that heightened both our arousal.

He felt so powerful above me, his arms either side of my body, his back arched athletically, his body and stance so different from the way Bob lay all over me. I stared up at him in love and lust as his cock drove me into the mattress again and again. I pulled him down, though, I wanted to feel his weight on me and I also wanted to hook my legs around him, letting him feel my feet on his thighs, his ass and his back.

"How's that baby?" I breathed, "You like Mommy's feet there, caressing you?"

"Mmmm," he groaned, "so fucking good Mom. You've such beautiful feet, so hot, so sexy. That's it fuck me like a whore Mom," he cried and then suddenly, "God I love you Mom," he said simply and my heart melted again for him just as my pussy's fire grew ever hotter.

"I love you too Tommy, oh God, so, so much. I want you to cum for me baby, cum in your Mom, your naughty Mommy."

"In my Bitch? Is that what you want? Your own son's cum in your whore cunt? You know that's what people would say Mom? If they knew? That you were fucking your son?"

"Yes," I screamed, "Yesss, I know. I know, give it me anyway baby, now, please, please, oh fuck, cummmming!" My own orgasm ripped through me, the thought of him cumming in me and everyone knowing. His little friends on the internet knowing, as they would after tonight, that I was indeed my son's whore was too much for my body to cope with. My orgasm exploded in every fibre of my body and I shook beneath him on the bed, my eyes rolling back into my head, my hair plastered to my forehead, my cunt squeezing him, demanding its tribute, its payment for being his whore. He paid. He paid me in spades.

I was surprised he still had as much cum in him, but young men are young men. He splashed my insides with cum. More than the cum, though, it was the loss of his own control that told me how deeply he felt this. His body too was wracked with spasms as he shot himself into me, groaning and calling out my name.

For a moment we were spent, lying in each other's incestuous embrace, both of us twitching slightly as or orgasms died away. We kissed gently, lovingly, confirming our passion and love and I felt like weeping for joy. Sex had never been better. Not with any man. Sure, some may have had better technique, but none felt more real, more visceral than this, nothing touched me in the way that my son could. I lay there luxuriating in the blissful sensation of calm, joy and satiation that can only come from being fucked by your son.

He recovered before me and leaned up on his elbow, looking down at me, gently stroking my hair. His eyes were full of wonder and love. This boy that I had created was now looking at me with the eyes of a lover. He smiled and bent to kiss my forehead, tasting as he did the salty sheen of sweat that had gathered there.

"Mmmm," he hummed in pleasure and I could feel the vibrations in my head. "You taste divine Mom," he told me and you smell even better. "I can't believe we've finally done it. I've loved you for so long Mom, wanted you, wanted this." I smiled back and reached up to touch his cheek with my fingers, as if to prove somehow that he and this was all real.

"I hope it didn't disappoint you angel, that I wasn't a disappointment," I whispered, my fears returning for a moment. He shook his head simply and that melted my doubts once more.

"Disappoint me? No, Mom," he said firmly and with such conviction that I knew he was telling the truth.

"I didn't shock you, though? Asking you to call me names?" I blushed slightly. This time a sly grin came over his handsome face and he ran a hand down my side and then slapped my bottom once. I gave a little cry of surprise and looked into his eyes.

"No Mom. I guessed you'd like it and when I slapped your ass the other day and you didn't protest, I was almost sure. It doesn't shock me Mom," he went on, "it excites me. And it excites you too, doesn't it?" I paused, bit my lip and then nodded.

"Yes," I whispered. "I had forgotten how much. I don't want that feeling to stop. We don't have to stop, do we Tommy?" I asked, a slight pleading note entering my tone. Tom leant down and kissed me on the lips, passionately, our tongue touching, dancing together. He pulled back and stared down into my eyes.

"We're not going to stop Mom," he said. "Why would I stop? You're mine now. You understand?"

"Yes Tommy," I replied. "I'm yours," I repeated and a warm feeling spread though me. Tom reached out for the camera. He was going to photograph me. I looked down at my naked, fucked body, saw his cum dribbling out of my bald pussy. I looked up again at him. This was my last chance for propriety, to try to return to a normal life. If he photographed me now, all his internet forum would see me, see my cunt, the evidence of my incestuous submission to my son and know what a slut I was for him. I let those thought percolate through my brain for a moment then I smiled happily. "Is this the best angle for you Tommy?" I asked and spread my lips apart with my fingers, a sexy smile on my face.

The End