Mother and son anal is like forbidden fruit
Mother and son anal sex is like the forbidden fruit in a garden of full of forbidden fruits. So, as the sun set on another sweltering day in the suburbs, I closed the curtains in my bedroom, casting a warm glow over the room. My son, George, (not his real name) was enjoying his summer living with me before heading off for another year of college. Little did he know that tonight would be the night when our lives would take a dramatic turn, as we were about to engage in a taboo sex act that would change him as a lover.
I slipped out of my clothes and into a sheer negligee, feeling a sudden urge to seduce George. I knew society tells me it’s wrong, but I can’t help myself. We’re both incestsexuals and our sexual desire for each other had grown over the past few months, and tonight, I decided to kick things up a few notches.
George lay on his bed, scrolling through his phone, when I stood in the doorway of his room. He looked up, and our eyes met. The atmosphere was thick with tension as we stared at each other, both aware of the forbidden desires that were bubbling to the surface.
“George, I need to talk to you about something,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. I stepped into his room, closing the door behind me.
He put down his phone and sat up in bed, his heart pounding. “What is it, Mom?”
I hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, “I’ve been having these… cravings… and I can’t control them anymore.”
George felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized we were both wanting the same thing. He couldn’t believe this was happening, but he didn’t want to stop it either. “What kind of feelings, Mom?” he asked, his voice barely audible.
I took another deep breath and said, “I… I want you, George.” I paused before adding, “In a way that I haven’t had you before. Something even more sexual than usual.”
George felt a surge of excitement mixed with apprehension. He had fantasized for years, but the thought of actually acting on those desires was both thrilling and terrifying. But as he looked at me standing there in my negligee, he knew he couldn’t resist. “I’ve had those cravings too, Mom,” he confessed.
I walked over to the bed and sat down next to him. We stared at each other for a moment before I leaned in and kissed him. The forbidden nature of incest only heightened the intensity of our passion as we explored each other’s mouths with growing urgency.
As our tongues danced, George slipped his hand underneath my negligee, caressing my breast. I moaned softly, my body responding to his touch despite my mind’s protests. He unhooked my bra, freeing my breasts, and began to suckle on my nipples, causing me to arch my back in pleasure.
Suddenly, I pulled away from him. “We can’t do this,” I said, my voice raspy from desire. “It’s wrong.” Of course, I was being playful, we’ve had sex before and never felt any guilt.
George could see the desire burning in my eyes, and he knew we wouldn’t stop now. He stood up and began to undress, revealing his young physique and his erection, which was already throbbing with anticipation. My resolve crumbled as I took in the sight of my son’s naked body, and I decided that I wanted to feel him inside me, regardless of the taboo.
I stood up and let my negligee drop to the floor, exposing my bare flesh to his hungry gaze. We embraced once more, our bodies pressed together as we kissed with growing fervor. George’s hands roamed over my backside, squeezing and caressing my soft skin.
I wanted to experience every inch of my son, to feel him inside me in a place where only his dad had been. I bent over the bed, presenting my ass to him. “You want it; I want you in it,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “Please fuck me in my ass.”
George hesitated for a moment, unsure if he could go through with it. But the sight my backside was too much to resist. He positioned himself behind me and slowly began to push his erection into my tight hole.
I gasped as I felt him enter me, the sensation both painful and pleasurable at the same time. Mother and son anal sex is an exquisite pleasure and as he thrust deeper, I moaned loudly, my body adapting to the invasion. George’s heart raced with excitement as he felt my tightness surrounding his cock. He began to move faster, pounding into me with growing intensity.
With each thrust, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me, and I knew we were both lost in the moment. The taboo of incest and anal sex combined only heightened our arousal as we pushed each other further into this dark, forbidden realm.
As George continued to pound my ass, he felt himself approaching climax. “I can’t hold back any longer,” he gasped. “I’m going to come.”
My own orgasm was building as well, my body shaking with pleasure. I cried out as I felt him release his load deep within me, our shared ecstasy overwhelming us both. The hot seminal fluid filled my forbidden cavity, coating me on the inside with a soothing warmth beyond compare. As we collapsed onto the bed, spent and breathless, we knew that our lives had changed forever.
The forbidden fruit had been tasted, and there was no going back.
