Melissa got up early the following morning, putting on a bathrobe she found in the closet. She looked out the window and saw that the snow was coming down as hard as it had the day before. She was beginning to wonder if they would be stranded there all winter. While under normal circumstances that might be an exciting thought, deeper down, she was worried about what was going to happen between her and Eric after the incident in the bathroom. They were trapped together in the small cabin with little to do and nowhere to go.
She went into the bathroom and put on a sweater and a pair of jeans. As she glanced in the mirror, she saw that both items fit her rather snugly. In fact, the jeans were quite tight in the crotch. It was funny that she hadn’t noticed that previously. The seam rubbed on her strangely swollen clit. It seemed to be that way all the time now.
When she came out of the bathroom, she saw that Eric was still sleeping soundly. The covers were down to his waist exposing his strong upper body. A shiver went through her and it felt like the crotch of her jeans had grown tighter. With a shake of her head she went to the kitchen to fix a cup of coffee.
It was two hours later when Eric came into the kitchen, wearing underwear and a tee shirt.
“Good morning, sleepy head,” Melissa said.
“Hi, Mom. What’s for breakfast?”
“So you’re hungry again?”
“That’s a good sign. I’ll get things going. How do you feel?”
“Still sore, like a train ran over me, but otherwise much better,” he replied looking at his mother and smiling weakly. As he walked over to the table to sit down, he had a strange look on his face … as if he was wondering if what happened yesterday was just a dream.
Melissa’s face turned red at her son’s stare and the room fell silent.
“I’ll go get dressed,” he said to break the silence.
“Need help?” Melissa asked before thinking. She turned away from Eric to hide her still red face.
“Uh … no … maybe. Let me try.”
A few minutes later Eric returned with a shirt unbuttoned down the front and a pair of jeans with the top open and zipper down.
“Can you help?” he said with an embarrassed smile.
He looked like the little boy she pictured in her mind. Melissa suddenly felt silly over all her worries. There was no reason they couldn’t live together a few days without getting crazy. “Sure,” she answered with a smile. She turned to him and began to button his shirt. When she finished the last button, she sat down on a kitchen chair to button and zip his pants. Suddenly she realized this was almost the position she was in last night when Eric shot cum in her face. Her face felt hot and her fingers suddenly began to tremble. It took her twice as long as normal to get the zipper in place and close the top button.
“Want to play chess after breakfast?” Melissa asked.
“Sure, what’s the bet?”
“Don’t you think betting has gotten us into enough trouble?” she said.
“How much trouble can we get into cooped up in this cabin? We’re not racing down the slopes. Come on, it will break the monotony.”
“I guess you’re right.”
“So what’s the bet?” Eric asked.
“Let’s see. If you lose, you do the dishes everyday and clean the house when we get home for two months.”
“Wow!” he said in surprise. “Don’t you think that’s a heavy bet?” Then he smiled at her cockiness. “Pretty sure you’re going to win, huh?”
“Certain,” she returned with a smile.
“All right, two can play that game. If you’re so certain, here is what I win, you have to wear whatever clothes I pick out for you, for the rest of the vacation.”
Melissa looked at her son strangely. Wear whatever he wants? she thought. “What do you mean?” she asked. “Why do you want to chose what I wear … I didn’t bring that much stuff.”
“It’s what I want,” Eric responded with a grin.
Melissa shrugged and said, “All right if that’s what you want.”
“That includes to bed,” Eric added.
Suddenly it dawned on Melissa. He could tell her to wear anything, even his shirt with nothing underneath, or nothing at all. A tremor suddenly rushed through her. “Wait a minute, I’m not so sure about this now.”
“Okay, the bet’s off. Obviously you’re afraid you’re going to lose.”
“Fine, the bet’s off. But I’m not afraid to lose,” she said in a huff.
“Really? Then why don’t you take the bet?”
Melissa’s competitive nature was challenged and she was more than a little irritated. She thought for a moment and then her eyes narrowed. While she still didn’t know entirely what he was up to, she knew it had to be devious. Her competitive nature kicked in. “Okay, but its three months of dishes and cleaning the house and you have to wash my car every week.”
“Three months! No way!” he almost screamed.
“What? Are you afraid to lose?”
Eric’s face showed his anger. He paused, pursing his lips. “Okay, you’re on. Let’s play.”
The bravado suddenly drained from Melissa. She swallowed hard and was about to call it all off when Eric turned and left the room. She went to the stove and began to fix breakfast. Her hands were shaking as she began to scramble eggs in a bowl.
A few minutes later, when Eric returned to the kitchen, Melissa’s was ready to reason with him. “Eric, I think we have cabin fever already. Let’s forget this bet.”
“Bet’s a bet,” he returned, sitting down at the table.
She sat a plate of food in front of him and then sat down. They ate breakfast in silence. By the time breakfast was over, Melissa’s confidence had returned. “Do you want to start your chores early and do the breakfast dishes?” She smiled smugly.
“Can’t with the bandages on,” he said holding up his arms. “Besides, I’m going to win,” he returned with his own smug smile.
“Right!” Melissa returned. Then she got up, cleaned up the table and put the dishes in the sink. She could feel her son’s eyes on her almost every second. It was a strange, but not entirely an unpleasant feeling. Again she felt the crotch of her jeans tighten. Each movement sent a shock wave through her. She moved as if she was in a trance. A few minutes later she was worried that there would be a dark stain on the crotch of her jeans.
“Come on Mom,” said Eric. He had found a chess set in a closet and set it up. “You can’t delay it any longer.”
Melissa finally came to the table and sat down. Her heart was beating rapidly. Suddenly Melissa wondered what she was worried about. First of all, she would probably win, and secondly, so she had to wear some scanty clothes around the house. What would that hurt?
The two played for a solid hour with the advantage going back and forth many times. The tension in the room grew with each move until it was thick enough to cut with a knife.
Finally Eric made a critical move and sat back. “Check and Checkmate!” he exclaimed with undisguised pleasure. His face was beaming while Melissa’s face was very serious. “Okay, I think I’d like you to put on those skin tight leggings and top you use under your ski suit. But no underwear.”
Melissa thought her heart was going to pound out of her chest. Those clothes were meant to be worn with something over top. Most of her breasts would be visible and the bottoms were so tight that every curve would be on display. She could just tell him no and that would be that. Yet, they had bet for years and always paid off, no matter what.
Eric stared at her, his gaze never flinching. He had a smug look on his face.
She had no way out and she knew it. It was nuts, but there was nothing she could do. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity she got up and went to the bedroom. There she dug the top and bottom leggings out of the dresser. She stripped off her clothes and put on the top. It hugged her breasts like a second skin, her nipples plainly poking through. The undersides of her breasts were also visible. Slowly she pulled on the bottoms. Her body was now squeezed into the tight elastic material. She could feel the seam of the bottoms pulling between her pussy lips and upward between her ass cheeks. The first step she took almost brought her to her knees. As she walked down the steps, she felt her pussy begin to moisten.
Melissa heard Eric gasp when she walked into the kitchen. She knew he was shocked that she had actually gone through with it. She was shocked herself. As her breasts bounced with her movements, she could feel his eyes watching her. The nipples were poking out and as big as pencil erasers and there were goose bumps up and down her arms.
She looked at him and saw his eyes run up and down her torso until they centered on her crotch. She took a deep breath because she knew that he could see her pussy lips … and she was getting wet.
There was a look of defiance on Melissa’s face as she turned and walked to the sink to do the breakfast dishes. As she stood at the sink she could still feel her son’s eyes on her. That sent ripples of unwanted excitement through her. Within a few minutes she felt her juices begin to soak the crotch of her leggings. She squeezed her thighs tighter. However, that only made her excitement worse as she placed pressure on her already swollen clit. She was near climax when she finally finished the dishes.
A moment later, when she turned around, Eric was still staring at her. “I’m going to catch up on some reading,” she said as she strode past him feeling her engorged clit pulse with each step. She knew that this was way over the top for a mother/son relationship, but she couldn’t help herself. The fact that they were confined to the house, with no way to get away, seemed to create a sexual tension that bordered on uncontrollable. It was crazy, almost surreal.
Suddenly, a strange feeling came over her. Like everything was going to be fine. After all, it was only she and her son here and no one else would ever know. She began to think that whatever happened would be confined to this cabin in the middle of a blizzard in a foreign country. She could control it
Throughout the day the sexual tension within the cabin grew. Melissa tried to act as if it were perfectly normal for her to be walking around in the skintight outfit with her breasts and pussy almost showing. Yet the throbbing in her pussy was anything but normal.
It was after dinner when Eric said, “Well, I guess it’s time for my bath. Before we do, I want you to put on what I laid out on the bed for you. Oh, and by the way, I want you to sleep naked tonight.”
“What?” Melissa said like she didn’t hear what he said. But he was already gone. Melissa rose and went upstairs; almost glad to be getting out of the tight clothes she had been wearing all day. However, what she saw on the bed was even worse; it was nothing but a thong. When she picked it up she was even more shocked. Eric had cut the crotch out, leaving only the two seams on the outside. And there was no top to be found anywhere. This was far worse than the leggings and top. For a moment she thought about refusing. After all she was the mother and she could simply say no. She threw the panties on the bed and crossed her arms as if in defiance. But then a strange feeling came over her. It was almost as if she was helpless and had to do what her son said. Then her heart started to beat faster and she began to tremble. With trembling hands she undressed and slipped the tiny pair of panties up her thighs. When she looked down she saw that her entire pussy was exposed … and, incredibly, she was already sopping wet, with strings of her juice sticking to her thighs.
She grabbed a towel and wiped herself. She paused a few moments to collect herself before she went back downstairs. When she did, she found Eric waiting in the bathroom. Steeling herself, she strode into the room ignoring his wide-eyed stare at her near nudity. She could feel her bare breasts bounce with each stride and her juices were bubbling out of her pussy again.
Ignoring her son’s wide-eyed stare, and without a word she began to undress him. As she helped him pull the tee shirt over his head, she glanced down. It wasn’t a surprise to see that he was already erect. There had been a bulge in his pants since breakfast.
Melissa went to her knees and pulled his pants down. His hard cock sprang out, making her gasp. With now trembling hands she found the soap, and allowed Eric to step into the tub. Like the night before, she washed him carefully. The soap nearly fell from her hands several times as she worked it over his strong body. She couldn’t, however, take her eyes off of his pulsing cock. Gently, she began to wash it, avoiding any stroking in fear that he would cum again.
When she was done, she rinsed him thoroughly, removing the soap from his penis and balls before using a bath towel to dry him. When that was done both of them remained in position, almost frozen.
The sexual tension in the small bathroom was palpable as Melissa stared at her son’s now dripping cock. A bubble of juice formed at the slit and she watched it slip lower, leaving a clear spidery string of juice attached to the slit. Then her hands moved toward his cock as if she couldn’t control them. Her mouth was open and her tongue came out to lick her suddenly parched lips.
Her heart was pounding in her chest and her head was spinning as her hand grasped his cock again … this time they both knew it wasn’t to wash him. What am I doing? She thought. She closed her eyes for a second; almost as if this was just a weird dream … something from a wild fantasy, never to be thought of in the light of day. She almost hoped it was a fantasy. However, when she opened her eyes her son’s cock was still staring her in the face.
It’s so big, she thought. The girth and length of it simply amazed her. Her fingertips could barely touch. Suddenly she gave a start when she felt Eric’s hand on her head.
She looked up and saw that his eyes were closed and his mouth was open. Then she felt pressure on the back of her head, drawing her face closer to him. This was crazy, insane … this was her son, she thought. Yet, she put up only a moment of resistance before allowing him to draw her lips closer and closer to his swollen cock. A second later her lips were touching the dripping head. With a flick of his hips, she felt his cock part her lips and enter her mouth.
“Ohhhhh, Mom!” Eric moaned.
“Mmmmphhh,” Melissa answered, making a weak attempt to pull her head back. She felt Eric’s fingers entwine in her hair, holding her gently, but firmly, in place. A moment later she could taste the juice dripping from the head. “Mmmmm,” she moaned as the sweetness reached her taste buds. It was the first time she had ever had a cock in her mouth. She began to suck.
“Yes, suck me, Mom,” Eric hissed.
The room quickly filled with the sucking sounds coming from Melissa’s lips.
“Oh God, Mom,” Eric gasped, his hips beginning to move slowly back and forth in a fucking motion.
Melissa grasped the back of Eric’s thighs, her nails unintentionally digging into his soft flesh. Her head followed the movement of his hips. There was no longer any hesitating. She had longed to do this to Eric’s father, but he would never allow it. Never in her wildest imagination would she have believed that she would be doing it to her son. Her mind could not process the enormity of that. Instead, she allowed illicit pleasure to rush through her like an uncontrolled demon. It blocked all rational or moral thought from her mind. The feel, the smell, and the taste of her son’s cock were like aphrodisiacs, overcoming any shred of resistance she had left. She was floating on a wave of sensuality like she had never felt before. There was a ringing sound in her ears. Suddenly, she felt Eric’s legs trembling and heard him moaning something. It sounded far away.
“Mom, Mom, Mom,” Eric gasped. “I’m … I’m … going … to … cum,” he warned.
She heard the words, but it took seconds to register. When she realized that he was close to climaxing, instead of pulling away, she sucked harder. Then she felt Eric’s body tense. In the back of her mind she knew what was happening. But now instead of reluctance, she wanted him to cum. It was crazy, perverted, but she wanted it … wanted her son’s sperm in her mouth … wanted to swallow his cum. She moaned deep in her throat.
“Ahhhhheeeeeeehhhh!!!” Eric cried.
Melissa felt the head of his cock grow in her mouth. Then suddenly she felt a blast hit the back of her throat. “Mmmppppphhhh!!!” she mumbled as her mouth began to fill with his warm and sticky sperm. Her overheated pussy began to spasm. As she swallowed the first load, she began to climax. “Mmmmmm,” she moaned when she tasted sperm for the first time in her life. It was strong, salty, and slightly bitter but not unpleasant. The fact that it was coming from her son’s balls overcame any hesitation she might have had.
Although she had anticipated his cum, the quantity surprised her. Her mouth filled and her cheeks bulged. Some of the precious liquid slipped out from the side of her lips and dripped to her chest. With each squirt of Eric’s cock, her pussy throbbed and sent another blast of pleasure through her.
She kept the rest of his cum in her mouth, refusing to let any more escape. Her mouth filled. She swallowed a second time. Her pussy pulsed as her climax continued unabated. Each squirt brought another throb of her pussy and another wave of pleasure.
She sucked Eric for a long time after the last drop was pumped into her mouth and eagerly swallowed. She pulled away when she felt Eric pushing on her head. When she looked up she saw him staring at her. It took her a moment to focus. It was almost as if she was waking from a dream. When the realization of what she had done dawned on her, her face turned red with shame. She closed her eyes, hoping it wasn’t real. But when she opened them again she was still on her knees in the bathroom, her son was still staring at her, and the salty taste of sperm was in her mouth.
Eric’s face was filled with what could only be described as amazement and shock.
Without a word, she stood up and rushed from the bathroom.
Melissa was in bed when she felt Eric crawl in next to her. She had gotten into bed naked, as Eric had requested. Now she lay on her side, facing away from him with her eyes closed but still wide-awake. She glanced over and saw that his eyes were closed. Assuming he was asleep, she slipped her hand between her legs. She paused for a second when her fingers reached the top of her pubic mound. She knew what she was about to do was wrong … masturbating in the bed next to her son … but her body was still on fire and her pussy throbbing. With a tiny whimper she slipped a finger between the lips and then into her very wet hole. She began to move her fingers slowly in and out, trying to keep her movements to a minimum.
“Mom,” Eric whispered as he quick rolled over next to her and placed a hand on her thigh.
Melissa jumped at the sound of Eric’s voice and the touch of his hand. She quickly pulled her fingers from her pussy. When she tried to answer him, she couldn’t find her voice. She froze when she felt Eric’s fingers begin to move down her thigh.
When she realized where Eric’s hand was heading she screeched, “Eric, no!” But by the time she reached for his hand, it was too late … his fingers had found her pussy.
“Ohhhhh, please, Eric,” she gasped, unable to pull his hand from between her legs.
“God, you’re wet,” Eric said as his finger began to rub across her swollen clit.
“You … you … we … shouldn’t … be … doing … this,” she managed to gasp. Yet, even as she protested, her legs slipped apart, giving him unrestricted access to her most intimate parts. “Eric, Eric, Eric,” she pleaded as his fingers began to move back and forth.
“Cum for me,” Eric whispered. “You know you need to cum again. Your pussy is literally dripping juice.” Eric began to move his hand faster, now pushing two fingers into her receptive hole.
Melissa moaned and lifted her hips to the now rapidly moving fingers. “Oh, oh, oh,” she gasped as tremors began to vibrate up and down her body. She felt a finger searching for her clit again. A second later it found her swollen nub. “Ahhhhhh,” she screamed and began to convulse in climax. Her hips moved up and down as she grasped the sheets with her hands. As waves of pleasure continued to course through her, the dim light of the room began to fade. She passed out.
When Melissa awoke the following morning, she sat up in bed wondering where she was. When she turned and saw Eric lying in bed next to her, it all came rushing back. Her face suddenly flushed white-hot. Quickly she swung out of bed. When she stood up she noticed a note on her night table. Her fingers were trembling as she opened it and read: “Your clothes for the day are on the dresser. Love, Eric.”
She quickly looked over at the dresser and moaned. The outfit, if you could call it that, was only the bottom half of a tiny pink nightly. Her breasts would be totally bare again. It was obvious that her son had a fascination with her breasts. A chill ran down her spine at the thought of him nursing at her motherly breasts not so many years ago. She shook her head to clear the image.
It was an hour or so later when Eric came downstairs. The snow had let up and the sky was blue, but the weather report was for more snow. In the kitchen Melissa was at the stove cooking breakfast.
“Good morning, Mom,” he said cheerfully as he sat down at the table.
“Good morning,” Melissa returned without turning around. She could feel his eyes on her and she knew that the cheeks of her ass were exposed below the elastic of the tiny panties.
When she turned around with a plate of pancakes, her face was scarlet. Now he had a clear view of her naked breasts. She took some solace in the fact that at least her pussy lips were covered … but just barely.
Her son stared at her naked breasts. In spite of her embarrassment she felt excitement at the look in his eyes. Strangely, his stare made her proud that she had kept her figure and that her breasts could still compete with those of much younger women. She felt her pussy lips begin to moisten as she walked slowly to the table. She sat the plate down and joined him. Almost immediately she felt her nipples becoming erect.
Unable to look at her son, she turned toward the window and said, “It’s clear now but it’s supposed to start snowing again.”
“I heard that on the radio,” Eric responded as he stuck a fork into a stack of pancakes and pulled them to his plate.
Melissa picked at her food, her rising excitement taking away her appetite. Every so often she would glance up at Eric and find him staring at her breasts. Once she opened her mouth to speak but stopped. She had no idea what to say. She had no excuses for what had happened last night. Plus, she couldn’t deny that she enjoyed it and it was obvious that Eric knew it. There was nothing to be said.
Eric spoke, “You want the last pancake?”
Melissa shook her head and watched him finish the last pancake. Then he stood up and silently walked past her. She heard him place his plate in the sink and then felt his presence behind her. Over the smell of her cup of coffee, she could detect something else … something earthier. She trembled.
A moment later she turned her head and her eyes opened wide as she saw his hard cock inches from her face.
Her breath caught in her throat when she saw her son’s pulsing cock. The coffee cup slipped from her fingers and crashed to the table. “Eri …” she started to say, but her words were cut off as he forced his cock into her mouth. “Mmmmpppphhh,” she grunted, but only struggled for a moment.
Just like last night, she stopped protesting when she tasted his sweet cock. This time a moan of surrender escaped her lips, which were now wrapped tightly around his cock.
“That’s it Mom, suck me. You did a great job sucking my cock last night.”
Melissa’s face flushed at his words, but she continued to suck. Her heart was throbbing in her chest as she nursed on the swollen head. She could taste his sweet pre-cum juice as it poured into her mouth. She had to admit that she loved the taste.
“That’s it, suck me,” Eric whispered as he gently grasped his mother’s head. His hips began a slow dance back and forth. “Yes, yes, yes,” he whispered.
Melissa pulled her head back until the cock head was out of her mouth. She looked at the swollen plum with amazement. At the tip was a clear bubble of juice. She watched as it grew and finally began to drip. With a little moan, she stuck out her tongue and let the drop land on her tongue.
When she pulled her tongue back into her mouth and swallowed the sweet bubble of pre-cum she nearly climaxed. The taste sent her floating on a wave of pleasure. Eric pulling on her head brought her back to the present. She resisted his attempt to have her take his cock back into her mouth. Instead she began to lick the head, moving the tip of her tongue up and down, smearing a steady stream of juice across the now shimmering head. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she sucked the head back inside.
“Ahhhhh!!!” Eric moaned loudly. His hips began to move back and forth as he pulled on his mother’s head.
Melissa sucked her son for a long time. She wanted to draw it out, make him wait for the ultimate pleasure. Incredibly, she was enjoying teasing him. She realized that she enjoyed sucking him more than she ever imagined. Maybe it was because it was her son, and it so wrong. However, this time it didn’t seem as wrong as it had last night. While there was still pangs of moral regret flashing in her mind the excitement of giving her son pleasure washed them away.
Eric’s moans of frustration finally made Melissa relent. She began to suck harder and pump his shaft at the same time. Her other hand slipped into his underwear and pulled his balls into the open. Now with her mouth on his cock and her hand on his shaft she caressed his balls. They felt warm and alive. Slowly, ever so slowly, she took more and more of his cock into her mouth. Inch by inch it disappeared until the head breached her throat and slipped deeper. She fought the urge to gag.
“Jesus, Mom,” Eric hissed as he felt his mom take his cock into her throat.
Even Melissa was amazed that she was able to take most of his cock. Needing to breath, she allowed the long shaft to slip back out until only the head was in her mouth. Then she took him deep several more times, slowly forcing the head into her throat until she had it all. When she pulled it finally, the shaft was now covered with saliva. She used the saliva to coat her hand. Slowly she began to stroke him until she was pumping her hand up and down with just the head in her mouth. A little whimper escaped her lips … now she wanted his sperm.
“Mom, oh God, I’m going to cummmmmm!” Eric moaned. “Ahhhhh!!!” he screamed.
Melissa felt his balls tighten … she could feel them moving in her hand like they were alive. She knew another blast was coming and relaxed her throat. She felt the slick and warm cream squirt deep into her mouth. She pulled her head back slightly so she could taste him. His sperm came out in great quantity. Again the amount surprised her. And again some began to escape.
She closed her lips tightly. As her mouth filled she squeezed her legs together. “Ahhhhh!!!” she gasped as she swallowed, and her own climax began. Her mouth filled over and over with her son’s hot sperm. Each swallow spurred the pulses of her climax.
When the last drops of Eric’s cum were sucked from him, Melissa stood up on unsteady legs. Then she turned and walked to the sink. An irrational exuberance rushed through her as she began to wash the dishes. For some reason she had no feelings of regret this time. It almost seemed natural. She loved her son, so why not give him pleasure? She shook her head to try to bring her senses back but the taste of her son’s cum in her mouth made that impossible. The strong taste of semen sent a strange kind of warmth throughout her body … like the tiny seeds of life were suddenly in her blood stream. No negative thought could penetrate the feeling.
Eric placed his hand on the table, still gasping for breath, his head turned to his mother. When he could move, he slowly walked up behind her. He stood there for a moment.
Melissa could feel him behind her. She could feel his breath on her neck. Then his lips touched her bare shoulder. She felt herself being turned around until she was in his strong arms. A second later her lips were covered by his.
With a moan, she melted into his embrace. The feeling of warmth inside her grew. She pressed her body to her son as the kiss grew ever more passionate. Their tongues dueled as their saliva mixed. When she felt his cock begin to stiffen between her legs, she pushed him away. She wasn’t sure why. She said, “I have to get the dishes done.” She turned around and began to wash the dishes again, but there was a smile on her face.
Eric sighed and moved away.
Melissa cleaned up the house and then sat down to read again. Eric finally joined her, picking up a novel he had been reading. While they both appeared calm, there was still an incredible air of sexual tension … after all Melissa was still half-naked.
It was after lunch when Melissa told Eric they needed to talk. She sat him down at the table, taking his hands gently into hers. She looked at the injured wrists, rubbing her fingers across the backs of his hand. “Eric … Eric, Hon,” she started and stopped.
“Mom … he started to say something but Melissa put her fingers to his lips.
“Let me try to get his out,” she said, her eyes suddenly misty as she searched his. “Eric, what we have done is wrong … very, very wrong.”
It was obvious from the look on her son’s face that he thought she was going to admonish him. She looked at her son’s hands clutched gently in hers as she continued. “I don’t know if it’s the setting or being locked up in this cabin, but I have obviously lost all reason. I am having an incredibly difficult time thinking straight … especially … especially when I am close to you.” She glanced up into Eric’s eyes before she continued. “I can’t change what has happened. In fact, I don’t know if I would want to … I mean … damn, it’s all so confusing.”
“Mom, I love you,” Eric blurted.
“I love you too, Eric.”
“No, not like a mother. I love you like … you know, like a woman,” Eric said.
Melissa sighed and wondered if she should tell him that she thought she felt the same way about him. She decided not to say anything now. Instead, in response she squeezed his hands gently. “As I said, I don’t know if I would change what has happened. But I can try and control what happens until we leave here.”
A pained expression came to Eric’s face and his eyes began to tear.
“Unfortunately, I don’t think I can resist you while we are closed up in this cabin.”
Now Eric’s face brightened.
A tiny smile curled at the corners of Melissa’s lips. “But we have to control ourselves. What I mean is that we can’t let this go any further than it already has. I am your mother, not a lover.”
Eric face showed his distress. “You mean we can’t do … do … you know, what we did this morning?”
“No …” Melissa said and paused. She saw Eric wince. “What I mean is we cannot go any further.”
Eric looked confused. “Huh?”
Melissa smiled at his confusion. “We can still … I mean … I can still suc … you know, do what I did in the bathroom and this morning, but we can’t do anything else.”
Eric’s face broke into a broad smile.
“And that lasts only while we are here in this cabin, not when we go home.”
It was obvious that Eric had barely heard the last comment. “Wow, Mom,” he gasped.
“I mean it, Eric. We cannot take what we do here back home,” she admonished him. She knew he wasn’t listening. “Okay, since we both have cabin fever, let’s get our ski suits on and go for a little walk. The fresh air will clear our heads.”
That evening Melissa washed Eric as usual, but she didn’t do anything sexual with him. Eric was obviously disappointed. Melissa gave him a smile and went to the bedroom to wait for him.
When Eric came upstairs Melissa saw that he was only wearing a towel. She smiled and patted the bed next to her.
He dropped the towel and quickly he crawled onto the bed and lay down.
Without a word Melissa bend over him and began to kiss his stomach. With little licks, she worked her way across his lower abdomen toward his already hard cock. She grasped his cock with one hand as she continued to kiss around his erection. For quite some time she avoided touching his cock, until finally, when she felt his hand on her head, she allowed him to lead her mouth to his cock. With a moan from both of them she engulfed him.
“Oh, God, Mom,” he moaned. His hands directed her head up and down as his hips began to move.
Melissa’s head began to move faster and her hand began to pump his cock. Within minutes she was gasping for breath as she worked to make him cum. She suddenly needed his cum … needed it desperately. A moment later she got what she wanted.
“Ohhhh,” Eric groaned as his balls pulled tight to his groin. Then he screamed, “Ahhhhhheeee,” as his cum rushed up the shaft and into his mother’s sucking mouth.
Melissa’s pussy began to throb when she felt the first blast of cum spew into her mouth. She swallowed and trembled. The cum kept coming until it began to slip from her lips and down her fist to pool on his stomach.
When Melissa had all the cum cleaned from his cock she bent her head and began to lick up the juice that had spilled on his stomach.
Eric watched his mother with total amazement on his face.
When she finally pulled away, there wasn’t a speck of cum to be found. She had it all in her stomach. It now felt strangely comforting to have swallowed her son’s sperm. It made her feel warm inside. Then her heart began to swell with something … a strange feeling … something she hadn’t felt in years. With shock she realized that she loved her son … but not like a son … like a man … like a lover. The realization made her head spin and her heart pound.
Suddenly the room grew very quiet. Melissa pulled away and moved up to lie on the bed next to Eric, who had his eyes closed, but he was still breathing heavily.
A moment later Eric opened his eyes and smiled at his mother. She returned the smile. “God, you’re beautiful, Mom.”
Melissa blushed. She closed her eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered.
Eric found he couldn’t resist touching her. Slowly his hand reached out and rested on her breast.
Melissa’s eyes flew open. “Eric,” she gasped, yet she did nothing to remove his hand.
“You have the prettiest breasts I have ever seen,” he said, almost in a trance.
When Melissa felt his hand began to knead her flesh, she knew she should stop him. Yet, she couldn’t move. She closed her eyes and groaned quietly. She allowed Eric to place his mouth on hers and their tongues began to duel. Eric’s cock grew hard again.
Eric began to squeeze her breast more firmly. Soon he was massaging and pinching the nipple. His hand moved to the other breast.
Melissa was breathing through her mouth and she kept her eyes closed tightly. She knew what was about to happen but couldn’t stop it.
Eric slowly bent his head and took the hard nipple into his mouth.
“Errrrriiiiccc, nooooo!!!” Melissa gasped. She reached for his head, but his hand caught hers and their fingers entwined. Her hips began to squirm.
He sucked one nipple and then the other, nursing on them as he had done when he was but an infant.
A few moments Melissa felt Eric begin to move. His mouth moved down her breasts to her stomach. “Eric, no,” she whispered. “This is so wrong.” Her hands remained on his head as it moved lower and lower.
Swiftly, before another protest, Eric moved between his mother’s legs onto his knees. He stared down at her pussy.
He had never looked at one so close before, but he knew his mother’s was beautiful. It was hard to believe that he had come out of that hole eighteen years ago. He could never have imaged that he would someday lick it. His eyes ran up and down the swollen lips watching them quiver with anticipation. The lips were open and ready for his mouth. He could see a stream of juice coming from deep inside and his mouth began to water. He had to eat her.
He lifted her legs and gently placed them on his shoulder.
“Eric, what are you doing?” Melissa asked as if she had no idea.
“I know Dad never did this for you, but I want to.”
“What … oh, Eric … you … we can’t.”
“Yes we can. I want to eat your pussy. I want to make you feel good like you’ve done for me.”
“It’s wrong,” Melissa whimpered without opening her eyes.
“No, it’s right. You’re going to love it. Just relax.”
“Ohhhh, Eric,” Melissa whispered in surrender as she grasped the back of her thighs and pulled them to chest. There was no attempt to push him away now.
Melissa could feel the juice dripping from her hole and running to the sheet below. For a moment it embarrassed her. But then she felt Eric’s mouth on her pussy.
“Ohhhhh, mmmmhhhhhh,” she screamed. She had never felt so excited in her life. This was something she had fantasized about for years … fantasized about a man eating her … but certainly not her own son. “Eric,” she gasped when she felt his tongue split her swollen lips. “Oh, God!”
Eric moaned as he moved his tongue up and down her wet slit. He tickled the inner lips, then drawing the juice coating his tongue into his mouth. He pushed her hips back further and opened his mouth wide. His head moved down with his tongue out. He plunged it into her.
“Ahhhhhheeeee … oh God, oh God!!!” Melissa screamed. She froze with her hips raised. She could feel her son’s tongue swirling deep inside her, then plunging in and out. Her mouth opened as she gasped for breath, trying desperately to draw oxygen into her depleted lungs. “Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh!!!” she moaned.
Eric tongued her for a long time. Then he pulled back and opened his mouth again. This time it came down on her swollen clit. He sucked the almost penis shaped clit into his mouth.
That was more than Melissa could take. “Ahhhh, I’m cummmmmiiiiinnngggg!!! she screamed. Her hips lifted from the bed and then froze. Fireworks exploded inside her head. Waves of incredible pleasure washed over her, bringing her pleasure like she had never known. The pleasure grew with each wave until she could no longer think … she could only feel … feel pleasure in every cell of her body. It no longer mattered that it was her son eating her. In fact, it made it sweeter … it was forbidden, against every moral code she had been brought up to believe and that made it so wrong, but yet, it was so, so exciting.
Eric sucked her hard, then softly, then hard again. He pulled her clit into his mouth and gently nibbled it. His tongue worried the smooth crown, gently flicking it. The drool from his mouth mixed with his mother’s copious juices and ran down the crack of her ass and onto the bed.
Melissa’s climax went on and on until exhaustion took over and she collapsed onto the bed unconscious.
Melissa was humming to herself as she fixed breakfast the following morning. She was naked since Eric had not laid out any clothes for her. She felt Eric behind her before she heard him. She smiled and turned her head to the side as he gently kissed her neck. His hands slipped under her arms and grasped her bare breasts.
“Good morning,” he whispered.
She leaned back into son and said, “Good morning.” Suddenly she gasped when she felt Eric’s hard cock touch her ass. “Go sit down so I can fix you breakfast.”
“I’d rather have you for breakfast,” he joked.
“Later,” she said.
With a moan, Eric turned and went to the table and sat down. His cock was already hard.
When she turned and looked at him, he spread his legs, letting her see his hard cock. “Come here,” he said … it was almost a command.
Melissa paused for a moment. Then she moved the frying pan to a cold burner and turned. With slow, almost hypnotic steps, she came over to her son. Without a word she went to her knees. She knelt in front of him, staring in his eyes as she gently caressed his cock.
Then she bent and took his cock into her warm and wet mouth.
Eric moaned and dropped his head and closed his eyes. His hands went to her head as he gently held her in place.
It didn’t take him long to cum. He threw his head back and gasped.
Melissa was ready for his sperm. She swallowed the first blast and waited for the second. The pleasure rushing through her body made her forget for a moment that sperm was pouring into her mouth. A large glob escaped her lips and ran down Eric’s cock.
She quickly closed her mouth tightly around the head to stop any more precious fluid from escaping.
When Eric’s cock finally went limp Melissa pulled back and gently licked the cum from his cock and balls. When she was done she quietly got up and went back to the stove to finish breakfast. They ate in silence. When they were done Melissa got up and left the table. Eric followed.
When she got to the stairs she turned and smiled at her son. Her eyes were burning hot as she stared at him with her most lustful smile. She could feel her pussy throbbing and juice was starting to trickle down her thighs. She turned and slowly walked up the steps toward the bedroom.
A few moments later he walked into the bedroom. With a lustful smile he joined his mother on the bed, crawling between her legs.
However instead of letting him eat her, she pushed him over until he was on his back. Then she squatted over his mouth and lowered her pussy to his lips. It was something she had read in a Cosmo magazine and always wanted to try. Her husband would have none of it. Now she had a willing partner.
“Ohhhh!!! she gasped as she began to squirm her pussy across his tongue.
Eric moaned, as he tasted her sweet juices. Soon he was eating her like a starved man, filling the room with loud sucking sounds.
Melissa added her screams of pleasure to the sucking sounds. She began to climax almost immediately. Waves of pleasure rushed over her like an incoming tide. Electricity shot through her body, making her tremble with total abandon.
When her climax ended, she relaxed, almost sitting on her son’s face. She thought it was over.
However, Eric had other ideas. He kept sucking her, using his tongue like a miniature cock to push in and out of her sopping hole. Melissa moaned in renewed pleasure. She lost her balance and was suddenly sitting on her son’s face. If he minded, he didn’t show it. She moved back so that he could find her clit. “Ahhhhh,” she screamed as he sucked it into his mouth.
Melissa began to climax again. Her legs shook and threatened to collapse under her. She placed her hands on the bed on either side of his head, letting the pleasure take her again. Her mouth was open as she gasped for precious air. Her head spun as the climax intensified bringing grunts of pleasure. “Oh, Eric, oh, Eric,” she gasped. The pleasure seemed to go on and on. Her juice was bubbling out of her like a river, only to be swallowed by her new lover. She was afraid she was going to drown him, but when she tried to lift up, he pulled her back down. She didn’t have the strength to fight him so she let him continue to suck her until her pussy became too sensitive. She fell onto the bed in exhaustion.