16-09-2020, 04:51 PM
As she lay looking up at Eddie with her big, sad eyes, she saw him toss her towel down on the foot of the bed. Then running his hungry eyes over her naked body one last time, he reluctantly reached down and slowly pulled the bed sheet up over her body and tucked it under her chin.
“There . . . all safe and sound . . .” he whispered, leaning down and giving her a soft, lingering kiss on the cheek just below her bruise before standing back up.
“Thank you . . .” she murmured for the umpteenth time during the afternoon.
“Is there anything else you want me to do for you?” he asked, looking down at her with love pouring out of his steel-blue eyes.
“Don’t leave . . .” she softly whimpered. “Could you just hold me for a little while? It would make me feel so much better . . .”
“Of course,” Eddie whispered, toeing his loafers off.
Crawling up on the bed beside her, Eddie eased one arm under her neck as she lifted her head to let him slide it under it. Then with her head resting on one arm, she snuggled up against him as Eddie dbangd his other arm across her chest just below the rounded undersides of her flattened breasts and gently curled his hand around her side. Then he tenderly pulled her against him as he buried his nose in her damp hair.
It was then that Eddie realized that his rock-hard cock was resting against his mother’s forearm as it lay pressed against her side under the sheet. She would know, he frantically thought. She would know that he had an erection. Know that her son had an erection. And she would also know that there could be only one reason for it. And that reason was her!
Basking in the warm glow of the intimacy flowing between them, it took Anne and her drugged mind several long moments to become aware of the rigid hardness pressed against her arm. He has an erection, her numbed brain shouted! Eddie has a hard on! What was happening, she frantically thought to herself? How could he be aroused by her? She was his mother for God’s sake, and boys weren’t supposed to be aroused that way.
What should she do? Tell him to leave and embarrass him to death? Let him stay and just ignore it? Yes, that was what she would do. After all, it was just an erection, wasn’t it? Wasn’t it just a man’s natural reaction? A normal response to lying in bed with a woman? Lying in bed with a naked woman with the only thing between him and her being a paper-thin sheet? What did she expect?
As those strange, new thoughts flowed through her head, she felt her sensitive, tingling nipples begin to swell and harden as they jutted out against the thin sheet proclaiming her excitement. He’ll see, she woozily thought. He’ll see that I’m, I’m what? Aroused? I’m aroused. Why am I aroused, she asked herself? I can’t be. Not Eddie. No, it couldn’t be happening. The one man in the world she loved the most, but never could have and now she was letting herself—No—No, she couldn’t let that happen. But if she moved, he would know that she knew. She couldn’t think straight as she lay in the bed next to her son afraid to even move.
It was the pills, she told herself. That was it. They were making her feel this way. It had to be the pills. There was no way this could happen on its own. It was the pills making her do things she would never do without them, she feverishly thought. Letting Eddie see her in the nude, lying in bed naked with him lying next to her, letting him hold her and comfort her. But she was and it was taking its toll on both of them.
Just then she felt Eddie’s lips softly brush against her cheek. It was a tender, loving kiss as he kept his soft lips pressed against her cheek. The kiss of a lover, not the kiss of a son, she dizzily thought. What was going on? This couldn’t be happening, she told herself. Not between her and, and Eddie!
The air around them was hissing and sparking with tension as she fearfully felt Eddie’s arm move ever so slightly. She could feel it brushing against the rounded underside of her breasts as he lazily uncurled his hand from around her side and slowly pull it toward him.
No! No! No, please, she pleaded, but it didn’t stop the slow, inexorable movement of Eddie’s hand as it crawled up over the rounded curve of her ribcage. At last, Eddie’s hand was resting on her ribcage just under the flattened underside of her breast.
He’s going to touch it! He’s going to touch my breast, she hysterically thought. Stop him—Stop him, her drugged brain screamed at her. You can’t let him touch you there. Then through the thin sheet, she felt his fingers slowly crawl up the bottom of her breast and move directly toward her hard, throbbing nipple as it thrust itself out against the sheet.
Anne couldn’t breathe. She thought her heart was going to stop beating as she anxiously waited for the touch of his fingers on her nipple. Then she felt it as she involuntarily flinched and sucked in a breath of air. But his fingers slowly moved away from her trembling nipple and made their way up the slope of her breast toward her neck. What was he doing, she woozily asked herself?
His hot, soft lips were still pressed against her cheek gently kissing her feverish skin as his fingers slowly stole up her long, slender neck. Then his fingers were on her chin. Gently, but forcibly, he pushed on her chin, turning her face toward him. She could feel Eddie’s lips moving across her cheek leaving a faint trail of saliva while they drew closer and closer to her own trembling lips.
Then, as her eyes instinctively fluttered shut, she felt his hot lips on hers. His fingers continued to press against her cheek holding her face turned toward him as he kissed her in a way no son had a right to kiss his mother. The passion, the fury of the kiss took her breath away as she felt Eddie’s tongue gently force its way down between her quivering lips. Her heart was fluttering, threatening to stop at any second as she felt Eddie’s long, sinuous tongue softly probe the insides of her mouth until it found her cringing tongue.
What was she to do, she frantically asked herself? What could she do? Was this somehow the answer to all her past failures? Her son? The one man who would never hurt her! Never forsake her. Could it be? Then, almost on its own volition, her tongue slowly, sinuously wrapped itself around Eddie’s slippery, probing tongue.
“Unnnhhhhhnnn . . .” Anne groaned out into Eddie’s mouth as she felt his hand leave her cheek and make its way back down to her quivering breast. But this time, his hand dipped down under the sheet and moved over her smooth skin as it sought out her throbbing nipple.
Anne had never felt such excitement, such anticipation as she breathlessly returned her son’s fevered kiss. Then his inquisitive fingers found her sensitive nipple. Sparks of excitement and arousal were sparking from her nipple and crashing into her reeling brain as Eddie drew out the impassioned kiss. Tongues twisting, warring, dueling inside, their open mouths clashed together on the outside as their spit intermingled and mixed together.
Anne had never felt such passion and exhilaration as she turned her hand and tried to find Eddie’s erection through the sheet and his pants.
Frantic with desire, Eddie scooted back away from his mother and ran his hand down to his pants. Blindly searching for the tab on his zipper, he finally found it and quickly unzipped his pants.
Anne heard the rasping sound of the zipper and knew what would be coming next.
Digging his hand down inside his open fly, Eddie roughly jerked his big, hard penis back out through the opening. Then, reaching back up, Eddie grabbed hold of the bed sheet and tugged it down. Down off his mother’s flattened, quivering breasts, down off her stomach and down to the middle of her thighs before stopping.
Now with her hand free of the sheet, Anne blindly groped for Eddie’s cock. Then she found the jutting malignancy and wrapped her hot, little hand around it. It felt so big, she feverishly thought as her fingers explored its thick, round shaft and bulbous head. She had never thought about the size of her son’s penis before, but now, now that she had it in her hand, she was somewhat frightened by its weighty mass.
Then, with an impatient whimper, Eddie broke their lip lock and scooted down the bed to give his mother easier access to his hard, throbbing cock. And as he did, he pleasantly found that his lips were almost touching her hard, erect nipple.
As his mother’s hand continued to clutch and grope at his cock, Eddie gently pursed his lips around her fat, rubbery nipple. Everything was working out perfectly, he deliriously thought as he gently nibbled and teased her nipple with his lips, tongue and teeth. This had always been the one thing he had dreamed of. His mother! To have and hold his mother like this was mind-boggling.
“Mmmmmmmm . . .” Anne murmured out as she felt Eddie’s lips on her achingly sensitive nipple. How had she let all this happen, she dizzily thought to herself? In a strange, demented way, it almost seemed as if it had been pre-destined to happen. Were the gods playing with them? Using them as pawns in some sick, twisted game of incestuous chess? Using mother and son to amuse themselves?
She knew that she would regret it if she didn’t stop it, but now she didn’t want to stop it. She wanted the whole thing to play out to the end. Then she would worry about the consequences of their incestuous communion. Then, but not now. Not when they were so close. So close . . .
Anne could feel the warm liquor oozing out of her womanhood as it readied itself for him. And the head of Eddie’s over-sized penis was covered by the slippery goo that was seeping out it as it too readied itself to enter the sanctity of her secrecy.
“There . . . all safe and sound . . .” he whispered, leaning down and giving her a soft, lingering kiss on the cheek just below her bruise before standing back up.
“Thank you . . .” she murmured for the umpteenth time during the afternoon.
“Is there anything else you want me to do for you?” he asked, looking down at her with love pouring out of his steel-blue eyes.
“Don’t leave . . .” she softly whimpered. “Could you just hold me for a little while? It would make me feel so much better . . .”
“Of course,” Eddie whispered, toeing his loafers off.
Crawling up on the bed beside her, Eddie eased one arm under her neck as she lifted her head to let him slide it under it. Then with her head resting on one arm, she snuggled up against him as Eddie dbangd his other arm across her chest just below the rounded undersides of her flattened breasts and gently curled his hand around her side. Then he tenderly pulled her against him as he buried his nose in her damp hair.
It was then that Eddie realized that his rock-hard cock was resting against his mother’s forearm as it lay pressed against her side under the sheet. She would know, he frantically thought. She would know that he had an erection. Know that her son had an erection. And she would also know that there could be only one reason for it. And that reason was her!
Basking in the warm glow of the intimacy flowing between them, it took Anne and her drugged mind several long moments to become aware of the rigid hardness pressed against her arm. He has an erection, her numbed brain shouted! Eddie has a hard on! What was happening, she frantically thought to herself? How could he be aroused by her? She was his mother for God’s sake, and boys weren’t supposed to be aroused that way.
What should she do? Tell him to leave and embarrass him to death? Let him stay and just ignore it? Yes, that was what she would do. After all, it was just an erection, wasn’t it? Wasn’t it just a man’s natural reaction? A normal response to lying in bed with a woman? Lying in bed with a naked woman with the only thing between him and her being a paper-thin sheet? What did she expect?
As those strange, new thoughts flowed through her head, she felt her sensitive, tingling nipples begin to swell and harden as they jutted out against the thin sheet proclaiming her excitement. He’ll see, she woozily thought. He’ll see that I’m, I’m what? Aroused? I’m aroused. Why am I aroused, she asked herself? I can’t be. Not Eddie. No, it couldn’t be happening. The one man in the world she loved the most, but never could have and now she was letting herself—No—No, she couldn’t let that happen. But if she moved, he would know that she knew. She couldn’t think straight as she lay in the bed next to her son afraid to even move.
It was the pills, she told herself. That was it. They were making her feel this way. It had to be the pills. There was no way this could happen on its own. It was the pills making her do things she would never do without them, she feverishly thought. Letting Eddie see her in the nude, lying in bed naked with him lying next to her, letting him hold her and comfort her. But she was and it was taking its toll on both of them.
Just then she felt Eddie’s lips softly brush against her cheek. It was a tender, loving kiss as he kept his soft lips pressed against her cheek. The kiss of a lover, not the kiss of a son, she dizzily thought. What was going on? This couldn’t be happening, she told herself. Not between her and, and Eddie!
The air around them was hissing and sparking with tension as she fearfully felt Eddie’s arm move ever so slightly. She could feel it brushing against the rounded underside of her breasts as he lazily uncurled his hand from around her side and slowly pull it toward him.
No! No! No, please, she pleaded, but it didn’t stop the slow, inexorable movement of Eddie’s hand as it crawled up over the rounded curve of her ribcage. At last, Eddie’s hand was resting on her ribcage just under the flattened underside of her breast.
He’s going to touch it! He’s going to touch my breast, she hysterically thought. Stop him—Stop him, her drugged brain screamed at her. You can’t let him touch you there. Then through the thin sheet, she felt his fingers slowly crawl up the bottom of her breast and move directly toward her hard, throbbing nipple as it thrust itself out against the sheet.
Anne couldn’t breathe. She thought her heart was going to stop beating as she anxiously waited for the touch of his fingers on her nipple. Then she felt it as she involuntarily flinched and sucked in a breath of air. But his fingers slowly moved away from her trembling nipple and made their way up the slope of her breast toward her neck. What was he doing, she woozily asked herself?
His hot, soft lips were still pressed against her cheek gently kissing her feverish skin as his fingers slowly stole up her long, slender neck. Then his fingers were on her chin. Gently, but forcibly, he pushed on her chin, turning her face toward him. She could feel Eddie’s lips moving across her cheek leaving a faint trail of saliva while they drew closer and closer to her own trembling lips.
Then, as her eyes instinctively fluttered shut, she felt his hot lips on hers. His fingers continued to press against her cheek holding her face turned toward him as he kissed her in a way no son had a right to kiss his mother. The passion, the fury of the kiss took her breath away as she felt Eddie’s tongue gently force its way down between her quivering lips. Her heart was fluttering, threatening to stop at any second as she felt Eddie’s long, sinuous tongue softly probe the insides of her mouth until it found her cringing tongue.
What was she to do, she frantically asked herself? What could she do? Was this somehow the answer to all her past failures? Her son? The one man who would never hurt her! Never forsake her. Could it be? Then, almost on its own volition, her tongue slowly, sinuously wrapped itself around Eddie’s slippery, probing tongue.
“Unnnhhhhhnnn . . .” Anne groaned out into Eddie’s mouth as she felt his hand leave her cheek and make its way back down to her quivering breast. But this time, his hand dipped down under the sheet and moved over her smooth skin as it sought out her throbbing nipple.
Anne had never felt such excitement, such anticipation as she breathlessly returned her son’s fevered kiss. Then his inquisitive fingers found her sensitive nipple. Sparks of excitement and arousal were sparking from her nipple and crashing into her reeling brain as Eddie drew out the impassioned kiss. Tongues twisting, warring, dueling inside, their open mouths clashed together on the outside as their spit intermingled and mixed together.
Anne had never felt such passion and exhilaration as she turned her hand and tried to find Eddie’s erection through the sheet and his pants.
Frantic with desire, Eddie scooted back away from his mother and ran his hand down to his pants. Blindly searching for the tab on his zipper, he finally found it and quickly unzipped his pants.
Anne heard the rasping sound of the zipper and knew what would be coming next.
Digging his hand down inside his open fly, Eddie roughly jerked his big, hard penis back out through the opening. Then, reaching back up, Eddie grabbed hold of the bed sheet and tugged it down. Down off his mother’s flattened, quivering breasts, down off her stomach and down to the middle of her thighs before stopping.
Now with her hand free of the sheet, Anne blindly groped for Eddie’s cock. Then she found the jutting malignancy and wrapped her hot, little hand around it. It felt so big, she feverishly thought as her fingers explored its thick, round shaft and bulbous head. She had never thought about the size of her son’s penis before, but now, now that she had it in her hand, she was somewhat frightened by its weighty mass.
Then, with an impatient whimper, Eddie broke their lip lock and scooted down the bed to give his mother easier access to his hard, throbbing cock. And as he did, he pleasantly found that his lips were almost touching her hard, erect nipple.
As his mother’s hand continued to clutch and grope at his cock, Eddie gently pursed his lips around her fat, rubbery nipple. Everything was working out perfectly, he deliriously thought as he gently nibbled and teased her nipple with his lips, tongue and teeth. This had always been the one thing he had dreamed of. His mother! To have and hold his mother like this was mind-boggling.
“Mmmmmmmm . . .” Anne murmured out as she felt Eddie’s lips on her achingly sensitive nipple. How had she let all this happen, she dizzily thought to herself? In a strange, demented way, it almost seemed as if it had been pre-destined to happen. Were the gods playing with them? Using them as pawns in some sick, twisted game of incestuous chess? Using mother and son to amuse themselves?
She knew that she would regret it if she didn’t stop it, but now she didn’t want to stop it. She wanted the whole thing to play out to the end. Then she would worry about the consequences of their incestuous communion. Then, but not now. Not when they were so close. So close . . .
Anne could feel the warm liquor oozing out of her womanhood as it readied itself for him. And the head of Eddie’s over-sized penis was covered by the slippery goo that was seeping out it as it too readied itself to enter the sanctity of her secrecy.
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