Taking the Edge Off – Part 2

‘I want you back in my womb, Michael,’ she whispered, ‘bare-naked as the day you were born. Now!’

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The moment the head of his solid erection kissed her wet pussy and then plunged forth slowly, they both hissed with pleasure and braced each other for the long slide. He kissed her like a dutiful son and it seemed to make more sense now than ever.

He still was Karen’s son and he always would be, but now he had a new duty as her lover too.

‘Now you can really feel how wet I am,’ she observed, then her head hitting the pillow weightily, ‘oh god you feel delicious.’

Her shorts were already hung from the headboard. Now enraptured in their mutually incestuous lust, she scrambled to be free of her vest top, allowing her son full access to her naked body. It only seemed fair since here he was, the perfect body, as naked as the day she gave birth to him and re-entering her in such a loving way.

‘Jesus, look at you disappearing into me with that thing. I’m in love,’ she cried.

‘I’m in love with you, mom, stupidly, hopelessly, helplessly,’ he confessed, and then Michael brought his mother to the first mind-bending orgasm.