As Fate Would Have It
Romance, destiny, & marriage for mother & her son.
A man's categorical quest is to prove his quality to the woman who gave rise to his existence. His instinctive awareness to avow his merit, to cajole the bearer of life, confident in his might to propagate and bestow his hand upon his mothers in sacred matrimony...

An instinct no man can neglect...

~~Author unknown

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Christopher Armstrong was beginning his senior year at Indiana University, yet was on the verge of flunking out. In his three years at college, his GPA had ebbed from a 4.1 to an unbelievable 2.3. And at 22 years old, Chris was on the cusp of determining his ultimate fate. Already 10K in credit card debt, he had just received a year's probation for willful destruction of private property. Anger and an oppressive lack of fulfillment plagued his thoughts. This had to be the year for a drastic turnaround, and he knew it.

His inner circle would agree that Chris had it all. A strikingly handsome face with deep dark eyes and thick dark hair adorned his strapping, young muscular flesh typical to a man of his years. He prided himself on vigorous workouts at the gym, crafting a taut muscular frame that became the jealous whispers amongst his peers. Blessed with a genetic disposition for good looks, Chris inadvertently eluded the attention of his female classmates, and he could never understand why. He absolutely loved women for all their remarkably healthy curves and inspiring splendor, but he never could make a relationship last more than two months. Sex to him was something extraordinary, and held the mere act as one of the most marvelous experiences any man could ever hope to endure.

His dilemma was something far more serious than he could acknowledge... at least for now.

49 miles to the north in Indianapolis, Cheryl Hearn had just celebrated her 38th birthday at a lavish party thrown in her honor by her lithe, sexy co-worker of five years, Beth Monroe. Beth had reserved a banquet hall at one of the city's most prestigious country clubs, and meshed the event into a company wide affair for staff appreciation. It took Beth two weeks of preparation to set the lights, streamers, and tables, order the catering, and hire an edgy jazz ensemble. It was out of respect, admiration, and perhaps something more...

Cheryl had been Beth's Manager since hiring her to the local marketing firm five years prior. The two worked side by side on several award-winning projects that elevated the firm to one of the Midwest's premiere marketing groups. The duo was considered inseparable, and feared by vying companies. Once a week, the two would spend an hour comparing all the various job offers from other corporations, mostly laughing them off as silly and impossible. Their commitment to their company, and to each other was unspoken, but well known.

Beth was only 26 when Cheryl hired her. Now at 31, Beth was making a healthy six-figure salary and was the city's most envied single woman. Her stunning golden features could hardly go unnoticed... a lengthy mane of naturally blonde hair fell just above the peak of her rounded, charming backside. She was a woman who, in society's terms, was perfectly fit. Having spent every other day of her life at the gym, Beth had sculpted a lean and muscular body for herself. Not manly or brawny, but certainly sculpted and quite athletic. Yet in her constant pursuit of a lean body, Beth retained her size 3 body, packing all the right curves where a woman had them. Her sought after body was crested by a statuesque face... bright, lustrous blue eyes that lured one's gaze in (and was underhandedly credited for sealing many multi-million dollar deals), and a soft voluminous face that bore no blemish, nor flaw. She dressed immaculate, often in sharp stylish suits with short skirts. She was confident in herself and her body, and knew how to use it at the most opportune times to get exactly what she wanted.

But in countless subdued chats at the water cooler, many co-workers wondered why Beth had never married or dated much. It was odd that such a desirable woman (who had even graced the front cover of the city's leading women's magazine two times) lived alone, and never mentioned dating or a personal life.

The simple explanation was two words... Cheryl Hearn.

Cheryl had helped launch the marketing firm in 1991 with her (then) ex-husband, Hank. The two had met while Cheryl was a sophomore in High School, after he had just graduated college. The untimely discovery that Cheryl was pregnant destroyed her home life and caused her to drop out of school at the tender young age of 16. The event left Cheryl emotionally scared, but strengthened her resolve to be a good mother. Hank meanwhile used his business prowess to ensure that Cheryl and his son were taken care of... at least, up until tragedy struck. The venture Hank and Cheryl launched in 1991 proved disastrous when only two months into their gamble, she found Hank fucking their 19 year-old secretary on his desk. At 23, Cheryl sued him for divorce, took back her maiden name, and gained exclusive custody of their seven-year-old son, Christopher. The divorce dragged on for months, but finally concluded, as Cheryl was able to gain control of the marketing firm and more than half of Hank's vast fortune. Needless to say, Cheryl was well off.

After the divorce, Cheryl devoted herself to building her company and put together a decent social life she had denied herself when she married. Her career blossomed, as she was able to obtain her GED, complete her college degree and eventual master's degree in business and marketing. Cheryl shrewdly balanced all elements of her life with seemingly little effort. But in truth, Cheryl was tragically spending less and less time with her baby boy, who now was spending more time at Natalie's home, his babysitter. With no communication with his real father, Christopher was sadly becoming a son without a mother... a ship without an anchor... no moral or loving compass to guide him along the way.

Cheryl had also begun to find the magnificence of her inner self. She was a naturally curvaceous woman who was quickly becoming quite comfortable in her 42-34-38 measurements. Her heritage was mostly Indian with some German (which she credited for her curvy frame), but her bronzed skin, unforgettable smile, and dirty blonde hair were her most exquisite traits. Keeping in step with the ever-changing fashions and styles, Cheryl had retained her lengthy tresses, styled with a seductive touch that beguiled both men and women. For the first time in her life, Cheryl felt sexy... she felt wanted, and desired. And it was then that she began her journey into the voraciousness that sex and salaciousness offered her.

Cheryl exuded an undeniably strong aura of lust and eroticism. It was simply something she was born with, and now played as her strongest quality. Her curiosities were embellished with several men, and inevitably encompassed the grace and splendor of a woman. Cheryl was 30 years old when she first made love to a woman, who happened to be a dancer at a local strip club. She had visited the establishment with an ex boyfriend at the time, and became aroused by a buxom brunette who caught her eye. After sharing countless lap dances with the stripper (plus dropping over a thousand dollars on just her), Cheryl offered the voluptuous dancer another $2000 to spend the night with her... it was a night that would perpetually change Cheryl's body and soul forever...

The insatiable lifestyle Cheryl had chosen came with tragic consequences. Through the years, her son Chris spent more and more time away from home. After he was old enough to move on from babysitters, he would bond with the families of his friends. Yet the seeds of neglect were planted within Chris' soul, and as he grew into a teenager, he eventually came to detest his mother's very existence. The very cause of their alienation was no one's fault... Cheryl was simply denied a chance to grow up, and she willfully took advantage of what wealth and prosperity gave her.

As Christopher was finishing up his senior year in High School, he encountered his first taste of sensual indulgence, from deep inside another woman's heart. Not a girl his age, or someone younger... but from a woman who was 11 years his senior... his gorgeous babysitter, Natalie. He deeply loved her, and admired her as a person and a woman. Their relationship flourished during his last year of high school, and college. She was his true first love in all aspects. He came to consider her as his "real" mother, and often called her 'mom' as a term of endearment before the both of them realized they were in love with one another. And it was the night of Chris' 18th birthday that Natalie decided to cross the threshold, and dare herself to breach their maternal attachment. Their initial kiss was frivolous and confusing, but as the moments passed, Christopher grew more assured, and daring. It was as if someone had turned on a switch from within his soul, causing him to enter the rights of passage... That night, Natalie carried Christopher from the shores of adolescence, and into the warm waters of manhood... she graced his body with her buxom warmth and love... the ecstasy of feeling his cock surrounded by the soft, velvety flesh of her womb thrust him into the mystical salacious realm of maturity. Both of them breathlessly confessed their undying love for one another during their romantic act of meaningful intercourse... Natalie openly wept with tears of joy as Christopher languidly "sawed" his manhood in and out of her fertile womb, atop her tan body...

"I've always... loved you." panted Christopher against Natalie's smooth bare neck.

Natalie's body unintentionally crumpled hearing his words of devotion. The man who was blessing her with his tender mercies, who was once a young boy under her care, was now fulfilling his destiny.

"Call me 'mother', Christopher." She somehow gasped into his ear. "Tell me I'm yours."

Slowly pulling his eight-inch cock out from yet another moist plunge, he gazed into Natalie's misty eyes, as if to ask her 'Are you sure?'

They both glowed from their intense act of coupling... He watched Natalie's eyelids flutter, trying to come to terms with the spiritual and physical meaning of their glorious act of intercourse. Her eyebrows crinkled in hopes to hear her lover call her his 'mother'... but an eruption of images and thought swept through Christopher's mind... the term 'mother' brought with itself an entirely different connotation.

"I... I can't." he breathlessly whispered.

A winded gasp of rejection fell from her lungs...

"No, no... please don't be mad at me. I just... can't say it." He said in his best reassuring tone.

Natalie nodded yes, realizing she may have gone a bit far in her taboo, instinctive request. Readjusting her plentiful ass, Natalie enshrouded her legs about Christopher's lower back, lunging up at him for an absorbing kiss. Both of them met with such zest and strength, hungrily chewing the others' face off as he carried on his slow, yet demanding plunges into his lover. The openly candid display of raw need inspired Christopher, abruptly picking up his rhythm. Natalie fed from his energy, clawing her nails into his lovely supple ass.

"Yeah, baby. That's it." She panted alongside his ear.

Natalie smiled with her eyes closed as Christopher brought himself atop her, clutching her juicy thick thighs. She began to see millions of tiny blasts of stars within her mind... the realization that she was about to make Christopher cumm was a tidal wave of emotion and need. Suddenly, her hands violently thrashes against her bed, clinging to the sheets as if grasping reality... she began to hear the lewd, yet symphonic noise of their bodies smacking together... Christopher's body glowed with sweat as he began confessing his need to cumm in boisterous, unintelligible moans and cries.

The vitality of orgasm and happiness took control of both lovers, leaving them helpless in the delirious wake of undiminished astonishment. Each and every muscle within the 18 year-olds body compressed simultaneously as his chest rocked upward... Natalie glanced at him to see his eyes rolled behind his head... veins bulging and throbbing... sweat drizzling from his neck and face... but the most vital vein that was throbbing was tucked safely inside her precious womb, intimately sanctifying her with wave upon wave of warm fertile seed. The sensation of his warmth cause her body to shudder, knowing that he could be in fact, making her pregnant. At 29, Natalie knew she was eager to become a mother to the right man... she craved this so... she needed it...

"Ooooooooooooh Gaaawwd yes, Chris." Bellowed Natalie as he tried to jam himself as deep inside her as humanly possible.

He too wanted an outcome of their act of love, although his naivete held him back from acknowledging it verbally or emotionally. In his mind, he would forever link Natalie to him by impregnating her... A living, breathing testament to their unconditional love.

"Oooh, I love you soooooooo much, Christopher." She powerfully avowed.

The strapping, gracious young man felt the exodus of sperm... his potent aftershocks endured with no fear or uneasiness in his actions.

"I love... love you too." He managed to utter between the marvelous pulses of his potent orgasm.

That night, Christopher's seed found it's way to Natalie's willing egg.

One month later, Natalie and Christopher were setting plans in motion that would have them together while he attended his first year of college. With Natalie carrying his child, the two happily moved in together at school, all the while not telling his mother Cheryl of what was happening. He desperately didn't want her to know of Natalie's pregnancy no matter what the cost was. Mother and son barely spoke, and only did so when they absolutely had to. Christopher was determined to rid his self of all remnants and memory of Cheryl, and embrace the only woman who was more a mother to him than his own... the future mother of his child, Natalie.

Seven months passed as Natalie was glowing with maternal pride and love. The couple was genuinely happy as his grades ascended above all expectations. Christopher was determined to be the provider and caretaker of his lovely wife to be. But school was the first step in ensuring that his family's future was safe and secure.

At the same time as her son was building his future, Cheryl's life continued to delve further and further into a broadminded lifestyle. With her business secure and her fortune guaranteed she reached a point in her life where nothing was forbidden, and no act too shocking. She had found herself, and was comfortable in her identity. She was a natural flirt, and often found herself in many libidinous escapades. Threesomes, group sex, lesbian lovemaking, analingus... double penetration... she loved it all, and was confident with her nymphomaniac outlook. She became a creature that craved sex... sought it out, and rigorously wanted it.

But just as both mother and sons lives seemed infallible, tragedy struck its reckless hammer upon their lives. Police were not sure at the time, but a drunk driver, killed Natalie and the baby instantly while on her way home from the mall. The news left Christopher devastated, and it was only when Cheryl read Natalie's obituary in the newspaper did she call him to see if he knew his onetime babysitter had died. On the phone, Christopher answered his mother's questions with "Uh-hums" or "yeahs"... nothing more.

It wasn't until Natalie's funeral that Cheryl discovered her son had carried on a romantic relationship with Natalie, and that she was expecting.

The winter of discontent had frozen over Christopher's soul... everything he had hoped for and struggled for was now gone.

Three years later...

"So what do ya think?" asked Beth, eagerly gnawing on the pencil tip, gazing at her boss across the conference table.

Behind her was the PowerPoint presentation she had just spent the last two days on. That combined with her work on Cheryl's birthday bash left Beth utterly exhausted. Beth lowered her chic, wire-rimmed glasses to watch Cheryl's reaction. As Cheryl looked over the preliminary budget, all Beth could do was repeat the same question over and over in her mind...

"Ask her. Just do it."

"Well, I think it's awesome." Cheryl said, leaning back in her executive chair.

Beth took the glasses from her flushed face, sauntering over to Cheryl with a coy smile.

"You always say that." Replied Beth, sitting her savory left thigh upon the desk.

Cheryl liked thighs, and Beth knew it. But Cheryl always knew that sleeping with someone from the office spelled trouble. A wearisome lesson she learned from her ex. She wasn't sure if Beth was an all out Lesbian, but she certainly had her assurances. From time to time, the two would share a quick glance, or one would accidentally brush up against each other in the hallway. But work always came first, yet both women found that a difficult principle to stand by... especially since the two found each other so damn sexy.

Cheryl looked down, then back up again with a self-assured smile. "I always say that because you're always so damn good."

Cheryl stood to leave as Beth watched her leave.

"Thanks." Beth answered as Cheryl shut the door.

"Damnit." Thought Beth. "I just fucking blew it."

Meanwhile...

Tonight was going to be a well deserved night of relaxation and rest for Christopher. After working all week at the Pizza Parlor, he finally had a night off and the apartment all to himself. His roommate was out of town, and Christopher luckily had the computer all to himself. Sitting down to peruse his list of favored web sites, he had carefully planned this night all week. Next to him were a fresh jar of Vaseline and a clean towel to clean up his spilt seed... it wasn't often that Christopher could do all this, and he was really looking forward to watching some serious porn. His fondness was consistently plus sized women... shapely hourglass figures and curvy busts and big wide asses... and if he was lucky enough to find a video clip or a photo series of two busty women together, all the more better.

He had become a porn addict in the years since Natalie's death, and allowed his codependency to isolate him from any prospect in meeting any other women. On his porn sites, he could control and manage his every desire... and at 22 years old, he was hitting his prime.

Turning the heat up to 75 degrees, he shed his sweat pants and T-shirt. Still quite muscular and very lean, Christopher pulled up his chair to the screen as his thick eight-inch cock was already showing hints that he was well prepared for the sight of some buxom sirens. Opening up his bookmarked favorites, he began to see countless images of abundant breasts and delicious asses. Where did this young man develop his fascination for thick women? The answer was as far away as he could ever imagine.

Feeling the familiar stirrings in his libido, Chris set out to make this evening last as long as he could. He didn't want to just jerk off quickly, rather he wanted to take this act of indulgence as far as he could... toiling hard for his climax, to relish the victory of volleying his boiling broth high into the air as orgasm rang its sweet chord of triumph. And as site after site were displayed, he slowly took the top from the jar of lubricant, cupping a generous amount of gel into his sweaty right palm.

"Oh fuck." He breathlessly professed, feeling the gentle warmth of his palm sliding downward to the base of his mammoth shaft.

A link displaying a deeply tan blonde on her knees came into view as he quickly clicked her captivating image. The racy contrast of her blonde hair against that brownish skin sent a sequence of quivers through his beefy flesh. The pop up blocker was already blocking some 30 pop-ups, yet one managed to slip by his state of the art pop up program... slipping by the restraints of conformity and submission...
His left hand quickly reacted, moving the pointer to close the irritating ad so the photo spread of his bronzed blonde could be seen. Slowing the slippery cadence of cock stroking, his eyes fortuitously saw a word that stopped his massage and arrested his respiratory system...

"Mother."

Freeing his breath, his brow crinkled in disgust... but with an ever so small inkling of a thrill. Beside the word 'Mother' was an image that blazoned itself into Christopher's mind... there, atop a young hopeful man was a titillating, full figured older woman with two oily butterball breasts that routed the young man's face... the expression on the mother's face was pure ecstasy. Mouth agape in the shocking thrill of fucking her young stud... eyes sealed with the foreboding intuition that he was so close to cumming... and the mother was fully tan, too...

Christopher was immobile... traumatized and thrilled at the same moment. Usually, when he would see sex ads that he had no care for, his cock would slightly deflate until he could safely recover. Yet this time, his cock remained true... possibly even thickening more... as if a spell had been cast upon him from the outermost lands of paradise. His focal point came down the woman's arched back, to her well rounded backside where her son's hands were splayed across each ripe check; gripping her ass flesh as if there was no tomorrow. A hastened series of strokes blessed Christopher's solid cock as he recalled Natalie's wish for him to call her 'mother'... his eye lids striving to remain open, an image of him clutching her ass and thighs raced through his mind at first, but then a flurry of other potential women flooded his thoughts as he picked up the tempo. A persisting medley of tan skin, plentiful breasts and savory asses filled his mind as his seed was summoned from the deepest regions of his being.

"Mother." He gasped, suffering from vehement body shocks.

Instantly, he stopped his strokes, delaying his orgasm. And with a deep breath of anxiety, he clicked the link... opening up an entire new realm of discovery and bliss.

The top banner ad read; "The only site dedicated to the sexy truth of mothers who love their sons. Not as wrong as you think."

He immediately thought of Cheryl, yet quickly disregarded the notion as below the banner were a variety of couples engaged in lovely acts of lovemaking. Yet the idea of his mother hadn't fully been erased... it was favorably kept in the back of his mind as the piercing sword of truth stabbed his youthful heart. The shroud of memory and time were abruptly swept away, as if someone had lifted a two decade old veil of hatred and disgust from his eyes... now, he couldn't click fast enough to join the site so he could witness this taboo act. Successfully billing his home phone number with a 900 number, Christopher was granted full access to the video vault... hunting for just the right video clip, he clicked a tab that announced "Romantic Seductions". That's all he needed to see.

The video player slowly began the series of a stacked brunette with a muscular young man standing on a secluded beach at sunset. With his breath rapid with greed, Christopher watched in teetering expectation as to what would happen...

The middle aged mother, shapely and robust, was dressed in a lovely white mini dress as she stood at the ocean, staring into the beautiful orange hue of the setting sun. Slowly, a pair of strong eager hands came from behind her, grasping her waist, bringing her to a full embrace from behind. The twenty-something son nuzzled his mother's neck with supple tranquillity, kissing her bare neck amidst the lengthy flowing tresses of her hair that the wind delicately fluttered. Christopher jolted, arrested by the romanticism as he intentionally slowed his strokes... the mother looked so smitten as she fell back into the arms of her son, allowing him full access to whatever part of her body he wished for. His palms crawled up and down her shapely sides, grazing the promising width of her fertile hips... crawling up to her abdomen, nuzzling her stomach with his hold. She gasped aloud as their bodies began a slow rhythmic sway, locked together in each others arms... his right hand floated up, clasping at her large nourishing breast before running a finger through the inviting dark cleavage... her head lunged back against his shoulder as their mouths tediously meshed together for a kiss.

"Oh fuck." Gasped Christopher, tightening his hold on his cock, which was now throbbing with fierce necessity.

Their kiss was unhurried as the two's hands couldn't get enough of the other. Then, the son cleverly leaned over to sweep his mother off her feet in one fluid motion. With their eyes fixed on each other, he lovingly carried her off the beach... the scene faded to black as the couple faded away on the horizon...

A isolated candle was seen next as our viewpoint showed the mother standing alone, completely nude with only the illumination of the candle to see her son before her... next, a close up of their mouths fluttering together for a kiss as soft, romantic piano played a haunting love theme. Their actions were fluid and passive, yet replete with raw unbridled eroticism. The hotel room was dark, yet sheltered and secure from the outside world... we follow the couple gradually leaning back upon the bed with her frenzied son atop her, hungrily chewing the nape of her delicious neck... the harmonious sound of slurping kisses and heightened moans, blending perfectly with the music that seemed to embody their obvious passion.

"Oh my beautiful son." Gasped the submissive mother.

His reply was a guttural cry of hope as he traversed down her sweaty neck to the mounting fullness of her life giving breasts.

"Mother." He confidently exhaled before filling his mouth with her areola.

As when he was an infant, she cradled his head, feeding from the breast that gave him life years before. Now she provided him with a much more distinct form of life... the life that only two lovers could ever know.

Sitting in an absorbed trance, and feeling his heart almost explode from his chest, Christopher watched in open-mouthed wonder. Could this really be happening? Was this as guiltless and fantastic as this video displayed? All he knew was the sheer magnitude of his cock was at its prominence... burning with grueling joy as his palm stepped up its unwavering pace. His heartfelt inquisitiveness was about to pay off, but before his seed would be spilt, his subconscious would inject a hated and neglected woman from his life...

Christopher's body glistened with a luster of perspiration, glowing in the dark from the light of the monitor. His stylish hair marinated in sweat as the son lovingly slipped his penis inside the woman who bore him. A stalwart river of sperm floated in Christopher's vein as he legs trembled in impending rhapsody as the couple before him experienced what came so naturally to them... At that moment, Christopher envisioned a woman that could grant his appeal for such sanctity... Cheryl...

His strokes ceased as he cursed himself for thinking such an appalling thought. Yet he had never known such excitement before in his entire life. As his flaming masturbation continued, the doubt and apprehension gave way to pleasure and euphoria. He now envisioned himself atop Cheryl, sliding his daring, hungry cock in and out of the woman whom he'd hated for so long. In a split instant, he embraced love and forgiveness... in his resolve; his entire being came into a point of convergence. He cried out an incoherent plea for Cheryl as he gazed down to see his colorful cock being vigorously fondled. The emollient acted as a Cheryl's warm pussy, receiving the piercing luxury of her child's solid stalk... all Christopher could envision was her golden hued skin and thick mahogany hair, entangled and twisted by the frantic lust and thirst for hot sex. He felt the tickle of his seed bubble... yet he shook it off, wanting this deliriously excitable fantasy to remain. Closing his eyes, all the helpless young man could hear were the promising moans and sighs from the video... Christopher leaned his head upon his left hand, fatigued from the forbidden lavishness.

"Oh mother." Christopher quietly declared. "I love you... so much."

With that, his grip compressed about the base of his stem, simulating Cheryl's vagina muscles enfolding his cock.

"Come inside me." Panted the mother in the video as Christopher looked up in shock.

"Oh mother, I will... I will." Replied the hopeful child.

So much for holding his cumm.

As the son began building his momentum, so did Christopher. The son wildly thrashed atop his lover, clawing and mangling her ass and thighs. Countless droplets of sweat poured from Christopher's brow, feeling the rupturing pulses on his aching cock... he struggled for air with loud gasps, really getting into it. His neck arched back as his back bowed... his legs and ass, all contracting together as his chair violently teetered... sweat saturated his seat, obeying the inborn command for orgasm... he felt like this was his first time all over again...

"Mother! Oh fuck... muuu....." Christopher bellowed out at the top of his lungs.

His right arm bashed against the table as a series of four vicious jolts shredded his flesh. A fiery depiction of him embedded deep inside Cheryl bowed his back... his tone ass, towering from the humid chair as his body took on an entirely new configuration. This orgasm was unlike any he had ever experienced. The again, he had never thought of his mother in such a way either... regardless, this young man was had dangerously swam on the outer shores of the ultimate taboo. And when the first flood of his scalding sperm burst from his stem, every muscle and vein in his body was besieged. His neck, strained and bloodthirsty for more...

"Mom... I'm cuuuum... sweet muuuu...." He cried out once more, hoping that somehow... in some unfeasible way, that Cheryl would hear his cries.

Steam after steam of thick, syrupy cumm bombarded the desk, keyboard, and floor... yet the last thing on this hopeful son's mind was where his seed fell. All that mattered to him was somehow accomplishing every young man's perfect dream of landing his mother in bed. Fast and frenzied images shattered his mind's eye, seeing Cheryl on her knees with her slippery beige ass high in the air... millions upon millions of tiny bursts of light crippled Christopher as a steady river of hot elixir poured from his cock...

He gasped, he bowed...

Cheryl deep throttling his shaft with a savage mouth, inhaling his entire length... her nose mashed to his pubic hair...

A thick rope of white seed doused his chest, and his mother was atop him, riding him for all he was worth...

He collapsed, dropping to his knees while maintaining quick, brave strokes. The forbidden curse every son is born with abducted Christopher, leaving him panting and utterly exhausted... he fell to his side as the aftershocks of his orgasm spilled smaller amounts of sperm upon the carpet...

He had done it. Masturbated to the most unlawful fantasy known to man... reality soon crept back into his thoughts, as he couldn't believe what he had just done. Christopher lied there; catching his breath as his heart hammered in his chest.

"Oh God." He murmured, rolling over on his back.

Staring at the ceiling, the brutal reality sank in that he desired his own mother. The very reason for his existence... did he just really do this? Did he just imagine what he think he did? And if that was so terribly wrong, why was his cock still erect with full resolve?

At that moment, Christopher thought of what his mother was doing and where she was at the exact moment he came... his heart was plagued with unrelenting guilt, yet fully aware of his ultimate hope and destiny.

"Mother." He quietly gasped, sluggishly massaging his softening stalk.

Five months later...

The clock read 6:36pm, and it was well past an acceptable time to go home. The plush offices of Cheryl's marketing company were faintly dark, as the nightly cleaning crew hurriedly made their way through the area. And sitting inside her luxurious office, Cheryl lamented over a recent account that was lost. Cheryl laid her head in her hands with a long sigh. With her fingers combing through her tasseled hair, she began to contemplate what she could do to relieve the tension. Sure, sex was always an option, but she was honestly getting bored with the usual routine of one-night stands and meaningless rolls in bed. Despite all of her sexually charged adventures, Cheryl was actually considering meeting someone to explore a real relationship... man or woman.

Two slight knocks fell upon her door...

"Hey, I'm heading home. Just wanted to say g'night." Said Beth, now dressed in a black mini dress that looked like she was poured into.

Cheryl caught her breath upon noticing Beth's tight, brawny figure... yet her hips flared out just perfectly. Cheryl had found herself quite fond of a muscular woman, and often indulged her curiosities on the Internet countless times. In fact, her explorations made her want a woman that was utterly huge... Herculean in size.

"Wow, look whose all dolled up! Go get em', hot stuff!" Cheryl continued with a taunting tone, standing up with her purse in tow.

Cheryl made her way to the door, stopping two feet from Beth's position. The two stood in the unlit office... the spry fragrance of Cheryl's suite and dimness created a subtle mood of attraction. Both women shared an uncomfortable silence before Beth glanced away in subtle fear.

"Beth. Look at me." Commanded Cheryl.

Beth could not do as asked.

"Beth, I said look at me. Please?" asked Cheryl in a much kinder tone.

Slowly, Beth brought her cloudy blue eyes to Cheryl's. She knew Beth was hurting, and she had a good hunch as to why.

"Look, sweetheart... I know that you... well, that you've been dropping hints for over a year now. And I really have to admit that I've seriously thought about..." Cheryl inexplicably stopped.

Beth took the cue, and followed up with hope in her voice...

"About us?" she asked.

"Yea." Admitted Cheryl, trying to compose herself after catching a glimpse of Beth's swelling cleavage.

"I found you so beautiful the day I hired you." Said Cheryl as Beth detected a hint of empathy in her tone. "You were... so young and just... amazingly beautiful. I really struggled for a long time not wanting to... well, you know."

"I did too." Responded Beth, who found herself acting like a teenager with her very first crush.

"It's just... I can't mix business with pleasure. I've been burned before, and..." continued Cheryl, who kept envisioning her busty flesh matched against Beth's athletic form.

"I haven't asked you for anything." Replied Beth in a familiar and soothing tone that Cheryl had grown to revere.

Cheryl smiled, realizing she was right.

"Except that, I was going to ask you if you wanted to have a drink with me tonight." Continued Beth.

"Come on, it's almost summer and so warm out. A great night to stay out." said Beth.

Considering all the hard work and sacrifice Beth gave for her birthday party five months prior, Cheryl told herself that she at least owed Beth this much... a simple drink. What harm would there be in sharing a drink with a beautiful co-worker? Cheryl chuckled to herself as Beth smiled as well. Cheryl looked down, somewhat bashful in assuming that she was wanted by every one of her employees. "How presumptuous of me." She told herself before looking up through her eyebrows to see that sweet intimate smile Beth so naturally had. God, she really did love the way Beth's smile seemed to come so naturally... the way her lips aimlessly cradled her perfectly straight and snow-white teeth... those perfectly aligned lips... and how her cheeks molded into such luscious dimples... "God, she is beautiful." Cheryl told herself as she leaned against the doorframe in a fanciful manner.

"What if we're seen out together?" asked Cheryl, tipping her head back with a hint of deftness.

"What if?" replied the flaxen woman, smitten by her Boss's vivid charm. "My treat."

With that, Cheryl hoisted herself from the doorframe and grabbed her purse and coat. As she turned, Beth bit her lower lip in restrained joy. She had gotten this far, and she wasn't about to change a thing.

"Just don't blow it or say something stupid." Beth reassured herself as she watched Cheryl's full figure swathed in that gorgeous form fitting skirt and jacket make its way to her.

15 minutes later...

It was a busy night at the Rathskeller, a local watering hole for the late 20--early 30 preppy and wanna be preppies. There were all walks of the city's best looking men and women inside... an old English style restaurant with an outdoor pavilion that often featured live local acts. Beth found the place to be quite charming... the alcohol was quick and tasty, and the female wait staff always made her feel welcome.

Beth led Cheryl all the way into the back after paying off the manager to save her a table the night before. Cheryl loved it... this place reminded her of her youth when she too frequented this place to land someone to share her bed with. She had honestly given it up having made a decision to at least try and make a serious go at some type of relationship. Yet it had not been determined if that person were a man or a woman.

The lovely young waitress got Cheryl's chair for her with a genuine smile and a lingering touch on her shoulder. Flattered, Cheryl raised her eyebrows as if to say, "wow, did that young chick just hit on me?" look. The two women laughed as Beth lit a cigarette, prompting Cheryl to ask for one as well.

"I thought you quit?" Beth said, having to raise her voice over the surrounding crowd.

"I do every time I'm with you." Replied Cheryl, blowing a gray cloud upward.

"God, even when she purses her lips, she's so fuckable." Beth thought to herself, flicking off her ashes into the ashtray.

A lone candle sat at the table, casting just the right amount of a whitish glow on both women's enchanting faces as they looked into the other's eyes for a brief moment. At that moment, the cover band began their next set, ironically covering a somber song... Heart's 'Alone'. This paradoxical incident was however, not planned by Beth.

I hear the ticking of the clock I'm lying here, the room's pitch dark I wonder where you are tonight No answer on the telephone And the night goes by so very slow Oh I hope that it won't end though Alone

Not wanting to give away her ultimate plan, Beth quickly changed the topic. But not before the song's mood cast an aching shadow of need in the hearts of both women.

"So how did we lose the Gregory account?" asked Beth, taking a drag as the waitress set down their drinks.

"Oh." Cheryl started to explain, haunted by the lyrics. "Vince just wasn't happy with how we were doing things."

Beth could clearly see Cheryl's mind was nowhere near the topic at hand. The song had dug in its claws. But Cheryl resisted, taking a swig of her Manhattan she ordered.

'Til now I always got by on my own I never really cared until I met you And now it tears me to the bone How do I get you alone How do I get you alone

You don't know how long I have wanted to touch your lips and hold you tight You don't know how long I have waited and I was going to tell you tonight But the secret is still my own and my love for you is still unknown Alone

'Til now I always got by on my own I never really cared until I met you And now it chills me to the bone How do I get you alone How do I get you alone Alone

The song had clearly unnerved Cheryl, yet she sat and listened with a needful heart. Each word rang so true within... one of those classic songs that can make any woman cry. As the song came to a close, Cheryl and Beth applauded as Cheryl sighed heavily.
"Want some air?" asked Beth.

Cheryl nodded yes as the two stood, and walked out the door onto the open patio where the mood was much more light. The night was quickly turning into a disaster and Beth simply ran out of options. It was going to take a miracle to salvage this night out, and she was praying for just one chance...

Across the bar, a pair of male eyes silently observed the women make their way outside. From the shadows he stepped, obviously not wanting to be seen. The look on the man's face was astute, and ever watchful. Taking a drink of his beer, the man stepped out across the room to give chase to the two beautiful women.

Outside, an upbeat salsa band was playing as dozens of people danced and swayed to the music. Both Cheryl and Beth's eyes lit up seeing the energetic atmosphere... much more electrifying and stimulating. The two stood near a tall table, ordering another round of drinks as Beth silently thanked herself that the mood made such a drastic change for the better.

"Sorry for the shitty song in there." Beth said smiling at Cheryl.

"Oh, it's alright. Just wasn't the type of song I needed to hear right now." Replied Cheryl.

When the new batch of drinks came, Beth began to loosen up. Standing across the table from her boss, she slipped into flirt mode, casting just the right hints and gestures reflective of her five year long obsession. Beth was beside herself, finally able to have he right where she wanted her. She glowed with truthful warmth as the two they struck up a more natural conversation this time, clinging to every word Cheryl uttered. Everything was ultimately coming together, finally! Cheryl downed two more Manhattans, and then ordered a Long Island Iced Tea, which was for sure the kiss of death for her... but she felt like drinking, and having a good time. An aura of magic fell upon the scene, and Beth could swear that Cheryl was finally becoming herself. She undid the top button of her blouse and took off her suit coat, fanning herself off.

"Hot?" asked Beth, lighting a cigarette for her fetching boss.

Cheryl inhaled, leaning back to blow out a long puff of smoke, nodding yes. Beth lowered her face, smiling to herself... so happy to be here with her, the woman she had thought so highly of for so many years. Running her fingertip along the length of her beer bottle, Beth swam in the dreamy state of the realization that she may stand a chance with Cheryl... but before she could plan her next move, Beth sensed her inching closer to her...

"You know what I wanna do?" purred a seductive Cheryl, purposely keeping her mouth wide open... her brown eyes intensely centering on Beth's.

Beth's heart skipped...

"No, what?" she stammered.

"I wanna dance." Cheryl replied, quickly taking Beth by the hand, rushing out to the packed dance floor.

All about were other people, intent on performing their dance rituals that would hopefully lead them to bed with their prospective partners. Cheryl and Beth were no different, and Cheryl was beginning to accept the fact that Beth would be her lover for the night. The alcohol had stripped Cheryl of all previous claims of professionalism and virtue. And once the two reached the dance floor, Cheryl made it well known that she wanted Beth in every way imaginable.

Amidst the youthful crowd were two middle aged women, parading about like their peers. Most of the crowd accepted the two women, but some jeered and mocked the two... but the last thing on Beth and Cheryl's mind was not the crowd, but each other. Their dance technique was in full swing to the Latino beat... Beth spun around and swayed her eager hips as Cheryl matched her moves with fiery gusto. Still in her tight, form fitting black mini dress, Beth bit her lower lip in sly seduction, smiling at Cheryl as she started the "wash machine"... oscillating and twirling her taut hips about, much like a belly dancer would... yet this dance was for Cheryl, and Cheryl alone. And all Cheryl could do was watch this enticing act... reaching back, untying her long blonde hair from its hair clips, Cheryl's smile slowly vanished as before her, Beth was transforming into a wanton harlot eager for sex. Beth's golden locks were tasseled about, yet so alluring to take in.

"Wow." Cheryl said to herself as Beth twisted about, arching her back out to thrust her full ass against Cheryl's groin.

The crowd now paid full attention, but Beth simply didn't care... nor did Cheryl. All she could do was place her hands on each side of Beth's spawning hips, making an "O" shape with her mouth in amazement. Beth flung her neck around, swinging all of her hair around as she gave Cheryl a quick glance of salacious desire before shuffling back out to continue her dance. But Cheryl got greedy and rushed out to dance beside her, flinging Beth into her open arms. Cheryl spun her about, "dipping" Beth down as Fred Astaire did Ginger Rogers years ago... Beth raised her thigh to wrap around Cheryl's leg as Cheryl gripped that thigh with every ounce of her desire, leaving Beth stunned by her signal.

"Just like a man." Beth sheepishly thought to herself. "I wish she were my man."

Most of the crowd stood back to watch the women parade as Cheryl glared down at Beth, now sweaty and panting heavily. Their gaze coupled before Beth lifted herself back out to strut her stuff... Cheryl faithfully followed as they fell into a dirty dance, groping and clawing one another's shapely bodies. Beth raised her mini skirt and began humping herself against Cheryl's willing leg. Her arms raised high, Beth leaned as far back as she could, letting Cheryl run her right hand down her ample chest and tight flat stomach... the crowd cheered in boisterous approval before Cheryl matched Beth's exotic grinding. Beth's lengthy tresses swept through the air as bystanders got a whiff of her fragrant perfume. It was a spectacle that both men and woman could admire with reverence.

Their hands entwined, Cheryl raised Beth upward, as if to bring her in for a well deserved kiss... Beth kept her balance, one knee bent and back fully arched as Cheryl dragged Beth backward as their lips hovered close... Beth's mouth, agape as she felt Cheryl's hot breath cascade upon her face, letting out a moan of sordid lust. This was truly becoming the dance of pure seduction between these two women, and no one could stand in their way... once Cheryl stopped, Beth brought her hands about, clutching Cheryl's sides as she languidly fell to the floor, spreading her legs apart as her palms felt the full shape of Cheryl's incredibly curvaceous body. With the salsa music continuing, Cheryl stooped forward, cupping Beth's face in her hands as if for another kiss, but it wouldn't come just yet. Beth twirled about with her legs doing the splits, reaching out to claw her way along the dance floor... Cheryl gyrated her hips in chase as Beth flung her right leg across the other, reaching out with her arm to entice Cheryl to follow with a "come to me" gesture of her ever graceful hand... Cheryl spun about in thrill as Beth coiled around, lying on her stomach and arching her back, up and down... up and down like a heavenly sapphire wave lapping upon a beach... her ass, so round and flawless... the cheers were silenced as most could only watch in amazement. It was almost borderline stripper-like, but Beth managed to keep it to mostly "dirty-dancing" style.

Both women danced as if attuned to the other... anticipating each move, impatient for the next. They were remarkable... and everyone could tell they obviously wanted each other. It was so apparent in how they touched and groped each other. Cheryl finally was able to get Beth on her feet again, and violently clasp Beth's rigid backside, angrily digging her fingernails in to the fleshy pumpkins... Beth nearly passed out from the rush of her touch... but before she could, the song came to a stop as they stood... arm and arm... lips barely an inch from each others...

A thundering round of applause met the couple as they both gushed while gazing into each other's eyes.

"You're amazing." Panted Cheryl, still holding Beth by her lower back.

"No, it's you." Beth replied. "It's always been you."

Cheryl caught her breath, letting go of Beth as she took her hand and led her from the dance floor. Everyone knew what was going to happen as most of the guys screamed in shock. The two quickly made their way from the outside pavilion, bolting through a metal door that led into an empty stairway. Once inside the dingy stairwell, Cheryl wound around to meet Beth's crushing mouth to hers in a powerful, magical kiss of all kisses. Beth slammed Cheryl against the wall, hungrily sucking, inhaling the lips and tongue of her boss. The passion was equal between the two women... there was no denying that this couple wanted the other.

In the parking lot... moments later...

Cheryl fumbled through her purse, frantic to find her key to unlock the door beneath the yellowish security light of the quiet parking lot. Behind her, Beth's tongue lapped her salty neck and collar in dire hunger. All Cheryl could do was whimper in joy as she finally located the car key-- pressing the "unlock" button as her SUV beeped. Hugging each other in another eloquent embrace, Cheryl motioned Beth back until she hopped up, her coveted ass flopping down on the driver's seat. Inflamed, Beth split her supple legs, tempting Cheryl for another scalding kiss. The two were on fire for the other, and they could not keep their hands off of their ripe bodies... Beth locked her ankles together around her lover as Cheryl's frantic hands clutched her comely thighs, feeling their softness and plump texture. Their lips tightly meshed, Cheryl moaned in ardor because she loved those damn thighs so much... two tiny slivers of saliva dripped down both women's' chins, unaware of their uncivilized appearance. Yet who really cared? The delicious saliva was just one of the numerous examples how Beth and Cheryl desperately wanted to make love to the other... it just couldn't happen quick enough.

It was then that the realization hit Cheryl... she couldn't go through with this. And Beth knew it the moment the thought ran through her Boss' mind.

"No, please don't do this." Beth cried in her mind.

"I... I can't do this, Beth." Whispered a tormented Cheryl.

It left Beth crushed. Absolutely devastated.

At Christopher's...

Following the marvelous orgasm five months prior, Christopher's existence had completely transformed. Unraveling the shameful layers of age and hatred, the young man spent the next four weeks doubting his longing; questioning his motivations with shame and embarrassment. He thought of himself as a freak... a monstrosity of a man who yearned for the touch of his dear mother. A depressing chaos ensued, marred by society's curse of such a union. His only escape from the self imposed madness was concealing himself at the incest web site he found... diving into the cherished ocean of ecstasy and love, almost on a nightly basis. His journey led him to countless chat rooms, acting out his deepest cravings for making love to his mother Cheryl.

After about a month of nerve-racking skepticism, Christopher lie nude in bed one night, bordering on the threshold of sleep and consciousness. As he drifted off to sleep, an unforeseen truth violently jarred him from his slumber. Jolted from his sleep, he shot up from the covers, gasping in terror from a crystal-clear truth... an epiphany, if you will.

"I love her." Was all he heard.

Getting out of bed, he wiped his sweaty forehead, bewildered by the dangerous reality.

"I really do." He softly voiced.

With s deep sigh, he went to his closet, taking out a shabby cardboard box of his belongings. Numerous keepsakes and mementos cluttered the box as he took out a collection of old photographs from his youth. Sitting back on the bed as he switched on his bedside lamp, he pored over every image with tender affection. He saw several pictures of he and Cheryl as a young boy... now fully aware of her glowing beauty.

His heart soared in unequivocal acceptance that he did love his mother... as if a gloomy weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Gone were the years of loathing and discontent... for now he realized why he had come to hate her so... because he had always sought her love and affection, as all young boys so desperately want from their mothers. He no longer hated her for being so busy with her life for now he understood how hard it must have been for a young woman to be burdened with so much responsibility after a divorce.

Christopher smiled, recalling a specific memory that he had forced himself to forget... it was when he was very young, and had listened to his mother cry herself to sleep late one night. A warm smile came over his face as he reminisced... going to her bedside to see why she was crying. He couldn't recall all the details, but clearly remembered telling her that he would "marry her" one day, and make her happy. He sighed, reflecting on how she held him tightly after he said that...

A naive boy's dream... now a grown man's everlasting hope.

Inattentive to what society thought, Christopher, much like his mother, had always been a nonconformist. He simply didn't care what others would think of a son deeply in love with the woman who gave him life. To him, it made perfect sense that he would end up in love with his mother. After all, every young man privately wished for it as well... he would, in fact, act upon it and make it reality. But how he would remained a mystery.

He started by sending Cheryl four dozen red roses at the beginning of April, signed anonymously by a secret admirer. He loved doing that because he was spending his dad's money for college... "What a sexy reversal." thought Chris, knowing he was using his dad's money to seduce his ex wife... However, this was just the beginning of his drawn out plan for luring her... he forged a fake e-mail address, and began sending Cheryl a small number of romantic e-mails... he never did receive a reply, but that didn't surprise him, nor hinder his persistence.

Three weeks prior to Cheryl and Beth's tempestuous night out, Chris happened to stop by unexpectedly at Cheryl's office. Taken off guard, Cheryl was thrilled to see her son as she cleared off the next few hours for them to share a long lunch. This visit would clearly be different for the hopeful son, as he looked upon her with a different set of eyes... the eye of an optimistic young man.

She wore a classic black business suit, tailored to squeeze every rippling curve she acquired through the years. And when Christopher sauntered in her office, he noticed the six-button jacket, and the Triacetate/polyester fabric that cradled those wide hourglass hips he couldn't help but stare at. "She must have bought that in New York." He thought to himself as she opened his arms to him for a meaningful hug. He fondly remembered how she used to love to go to New York all the time to shop.

And Cheryl was tan... so perfectly browned by the sun. Baked like a cherished loaf of the most desirable bread, accentuated by two bronzed knolls of breast flesh that sat nestled between her jacket and white blouse, dipping low enough for Christopher to admire the roundness of their nurturing, ample form. An image raced past his mind's eye, seeing his face smothered deep between that yummy cleavage.

As they embraced, he held her for a much longer time that usual. Careful not to give away his taboo secret, he adored feeling his mother's shapely figure in his athletic arms. He glowed with fondness as he heard her moan in the embrace... the typical "It's so good to see you" moan that most moms give their children when they see them. He wrapped his arms entirely around her narrow waist... possibly a test to see how she would feel beneath him when he would lovingly ease his manhood back inside her hearth of life... the very essence of who he was, and where he was meant to return. Cheryl held her son with joy, basking in the obviously prolonged embrace. She didn't care one bit... she liked being held by a man anyway.

On their way out the door, Cheryl took Chris into Beth's office to reintroduce the two. Beth, still reeling from the failure at the Rathskeller, somberly glanced up to her gorgeous boss.

"Hey Beth, wanna say hi to Chris?" she said as Chris walked in, giving Beth a friendly hug.

Of course she knew him. In the five years she had worked there, she had come to know him from a distance. But there was something different about Chris today... he looked genuinely happy. He looked peaceful, and yes... very handsome.

"Hey Chris... wow, you just keep getting better lookin' every time I see you." Said Beth with a telling smile.

He blushed, looking down.

"So do you, Beth." He gently replied with a sly grin.

"Geez, get a room you two!" pried Cheryl as she took her son from her office. "We're taking a long lunch. Don't call me."

Both Chris and Beth giggled to themselves as Cheryl tried her best to act offended.

"Bye, Chris." Beth said, sitting back down at her desk.

"Adios." Chris replied.

At the restaurant...

Arriving at the popular, high scale restaurant, Cheryl handed over her key to the valet driver as Chris watched his mother get out of the Cadillac Escalade. Not wearing any panty hose, Cheryl's thick thighs shined in the mid afternoon sun. As he got out, all he could contemplate was opening his mouth to kiss just one of those smooth, tan thighs. He absolutely loved his mother's thighs ever since he came of age. They were not fat or battered by time. No "cottage cheese" effect as he and his friends called it. No... these were mahogany hued... jelled... syrupy... and he wanted to graze his tongue across every glorious inch of them.

The waiter had just taken their plates, and left Cheryl and Chris alone. The restaurant was very high scale, and Chris felt out of place in his cargo shorts and tight IU T-shirt. She had to reassure him twice that he was fine, and that she didn't care one thing about what others thought. The struggle inside the young man's heart was savage... he kept swaying from "son" mode to "man" mode with every passing moment. The fight was intolerable, and only aggravated when Cheryl took off her jacket, leaving a lovely white blouse to contrast her tawny skin.

God, she was beautiful.

He balked...

"Mom, I need to tell you something." He said, setting down the crystal glass with a serious expression.

It was now or never. He had to do it. Risk everything and just confess it. Damn the consequences.

"Oh shit, what's wrong?" She replied, sitting up.

"No, nothin'. Really. I just..." He stumbled, wanting to give his confession right there.

"I'm just..." he sighed in frustration. "I came up here today to... make things right between us."

His wide brown eyes met hers on cue... Cheryl glowed, admiring how handsome he had become, but with motherly vanity.

"Oh sweetheart, you don't... " She replied, melting with fondness.

"No, no-- I really need to say this, Mom." He fired back, interrupting her. "I hate it that all we do is hate each other."

Her soft hand slowly rested atop his...

"Oh god... just her touch." Chris told himself, tortured by the affection. In a subtle way, she detected his apprehension by her hand on his.

"Sorry about that." Cheryl replied, bringing her hand back to her side of the table.

Without shame, nor guilt... Christopher abruptly grasped her hand, pulling it back to where it was... where it belonged.

"No, Mom. See, this is exactly what I'm talking about." He continued.

"I don't understand, honey." Replied Cheryl, observant of his mature expressions.

"I don't want us to hate each other any more." He continued. "I want us to be friends, like most of my buddies are with their moms."
Of course, that was a blatant lie... but was necessary in order not to fracture this delicate relationship.

He continued with the utmost conviction and certainty in his eyes. Something was so different about him... "I just... am tired of always trying to hate you, or blame you for everything."

The couple sat, still holding to the other's hands in glowing love. Christopher admission that he wanted to know his mother again set the stage for a wonderful reunion of sorts. Cheryl admitted to making countless mistakes during his youth, and openly wept in grief, and love for her only child. The walls of malevolence were coming down, and all she could do was cling to her son's hand. He could tell she was becoming very emotional, and fondly caressed her hand with his. Yet he thought to himself; "Wow, we look like a real couple in here holding hands and her crying. So romantic."

"Let's go home so we can talk." Cheryl quietly spoke.

"Don't you need to go back to work?" he replied.

"No. My son is more important." She said, paying the bill and grabbing her coat.

At Cheryl's house...

They sat on the couch together, carrying on their "heart to heart". Both mother and son felt as if they had broken down the walls of hate altogether. Now, they were both laughing and catching up on recent events in their lives. Cheryl had kicked off her heels and shed her jacket again as Chris took off his tennis shoes to get comfy. As they talked, she would repeatedly lay her hand on his leg or arm as he brought her up to date on his life.

"We need a drink." Cheryl said, going to the kitchen for two glasses of red wine.

Once more, his eyes naturally drifted to her resplendent hips and ass, all tucked safely beneath that tight black skirt he desperately wanted to rip off her. As she sauntered to the kitchen, he sat, mesmerized by the flowing sway of those ass cheeks and legs. He immediately fell in love with how those big moons of her backside bobbed and twitched with each proud step... and before he knew it, another image of him knelt behind Cheryl in a scalding doggy style position raced through his mind.

She glanced over her shoulder, catching her son checking her out.

"Oh Fuck." He thought to himself, quickly looking off.

Looking back as she walked into the kitchen, a wry grin came over her face. Not in a sexual way, but exhilarated that she could still make young men look at her. The thought never crossed her mind that he could actually be fantasizing about her in an erotic, forbidden way. Admittedly, she enjoyed being looked at though... At that moment, the reality of his gaze struck her.

"Oh shit!! Was he really looking at me like a man would?" she asked herself, taking out the large bottle of chilled red wine.

Her heart accidentally missed a beat, unsettled by the notion. She glanced back into the living room, plagued with guilt... and fascination. His back to her, she gazed at her son with astonishment. A thousand voices shouted inside... the majority admittedly being of lust and craving.

"He is handsome." She told herself as she pulled two glasses from the glass holder.

But skepticism abruptly squelched the sexy idea of fucking her beefy young son. She had always been a champion of freedom and the expression of desire and lust. A liberal in every sense. No idea or fantasy was too hazardous for her.

Christopher sighed, begging his libido to control itself. "I'm so busted." He cursed himself as Cheryl came back to the couch with two ornate wineglasses. Tucking her left leg beneath her ass, she sat down... closer than before. Pouring two full glasses, his mother handed him his as they clinked their glasses together...

"Here's to a new day." Chris said in a hopeful tone, tinged with a handsome smile.

"To us." She replied in a more intimate manner.

She sat at full attention, her eyes acutely centered on her son. Just hearing her toast melted Chris in a way he didn't see coming.

"You seeing anyone?" she inquired.

"Nah." He said, taking a sip. "Too busy really."

"Beth kinda likes you." She replied, lowering her glass. "I could see if she wanted to go out with you-- you know, if you're into older women."

They both giggled, sharing a quick glance of innocence mixed with intrigue.

"Well maybe not. I think she's got the hots for me." Admitted his mother.

"Really?" Chris shot back with interest.

"Yea. She's dropped all the hints and stuff." Cheryl added.

"Well, you should. I mean, if that's your bag, you know." Chris responded.

"You guys and your lesbians. All you guys can think about is two chicks, isn't it?" She chuckled, sitting back in the feathery couch.

"Better than two guys, right?" Chris added.

"Oh stop it." Cheryl said, playfully slapping Chris on the wrist.

"Well no, I mean... if Beth really likes you, then I think you guys should give it a try." Chris said in an attempt to keep their conversation on track.

Cheryl went on... "I don't know. I may not want a woman these days. It's just that I've really been doing a lot of soul searching lately."

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Yeah, I don't know... I've really been thinking about getting married again and... Maybe having another baby." Cheryl answered with a heartfelt tone of hope. "You just reach a point in your life when you've done all you can, and start to look at things differently. Plus its getting way to lonely in this big ass house for just me."

"Hmmm." Christopher moaned as he took a long sip of the appetizing wine.

Two hours later...

The wine had been polished off, and both mother and son had their guards completely down. She was becoming more affectionate with Christopher as the alcohol took control of both mother and son. Asking if she could lay her head in his lap, Chris happily agreed as he debated to himself if he should stroke her hair or not.

"I'll just lay it here." He told himself as his fingers less than an inch away from her luscious tresses.

They both spoke openly and freely about their lives and what was going on in their lives. She asked him several questions about he and Natalie, and how he dealt with her sudden death. The mood shifted to genuine concern as she moved to her side, laying her hand upon his bare leg. This position gave him a splendid view of the seductive dip in her waist, and how her ripened ass ascended high above the couch. Her hand opened, slowly beginning to caress her son's leg with long, soothing strokes as he spoke of his love for Natalie. And when he touched on her pregnancy, countless hopes and fantasies flooded his mother's mind... jealousy being the primary thought.

Yet through the painful discourse about losing Natalie, Chris found himself lovingly caressing his mother's long cinnamon locks. He couldn't recall making that decision though. Would he stop now? No way.

Their words fell silent... nothing was being said except for the soundless language of physical affection both mother and son guiltlessly did to one another. She stroked his brawny leg and knee; he on the other hand was running his fingers through her hair. And just an inch away from her head, her son's cock epitomized it's ultimate longing... erect and full... blood warmly coursing through it's hefty shaft in surreal hope.

She finally spoke.

"Is it wrong we're laying here like this?" she asked peacefully.

"Like what?" he replied.

"Like... well, you know." She answered.

"No, I don't." her son shot back.

He knew exactly what she meant, but wanted to hear her say it. He heard her grunt in frustration over his lack of cooperation.

"Oh, you mean the way we're so close like this?" he said.

"Yeah." Cheryl cautiously said, unsure as to the morality of their intimate affection.

"I don't have a problem with it." He softly whispered, now taking longer, more loving strokes through her hair.

He loved touching his mother... above all else, he loved her.

"Do you?" he followed.

This was the moment of truth. All that he could hope for and ever aspire to have. He held his breath in extreme expectancy. "Please say no... please just say no. Oh God, just say no, mother."

"No." she admitted with a soft confident tone.

He sighed heavily, relishing her justifiable confession... both knowing they had just crossed the line. And his affection grew brave, delicately tracing the contour of her right earlobe, gently dragging the locks behind her ear... over and over again...

"We could go to jail for this." She murmured, snuggling her head deeper into his lap.

He felt her head nudge against his solid cock. She did too. And the actuality hit her that her son's cock had gotten hard because of her... Because of her.

"Well, I don't plan on going to the police because I'm sitting here with a beautiful woman. Do you?" he uttered in a comforting manner.

"Of course not, sweetie."

The situation captured Cheryl's senses, dangerously arousing her need for affection. Cheryl needed to be wanted... and wanted to be needed by a man. And the fact that he just said she was beautiful melted her soul. She had desperately missed the touch of someone who genuinely loved her. And the taboo nature of this visit especially turned her on. She had some doubt, but knew as well as Christopher did that any man and woman would naturally be drawn into such an obviously loving predicament.

"Can I tell you something, mother?" Christopher politely asked.

She nodded yes, inadvertently rubbing across the base of his cock.

"I'm... in love with you. And I don't mean that as your son... but as a man to a woman." He voiced in complete sincerity.

The conviction in his voice melted any lingering doubt. And just by him calling her 'mother' was so thoughtful. He had never done that before, and she was smitten by his regard. There was no need to question his disclosure, or shout or yell at him... she somehow knew he had came to this conclusion with a mature and rational heart.

"I've... always known that." She replied, her voice quivering in ecstasy. "I don't know how or why, but... I just always knew you would tell me that someday."

A million ton weight suddenly arose from his heart so relieved to hear Cheryl say that. She seductively sat up; turning to lie on her stomach, propped up on her elbows as mother and son gazed into each other's eyes. The beauty of his mother's face burned itself in his mind... her wide eyes, those elegant lips that graced her supple face... her astonished expression and the lustrous texture of her cheeks... and how her hair cascaded across her face captivated the young son. His hands drifted to her face, benevolently stroking her cheeks with both thumbs. Mother and son could not utter a word... nothing could really be said since their language of love was now being spoken through actions and movements. Cheryl sighed, welcoming his affection as her eyelids fluttered to a close, as if wings of a sacred dove.

Her response was placing her hands atop his, clutching them with self-assurance. Her mouth fell open, as her breath grew shallow, feeling her son's chest rise and fall with each languid breath.

"I'm being touched by my son." Cheryl told herself, keeping her eyes closed. "Oh God, I can't do this. Maybe just a kiss, and I'll end it."

She then thought of a poem that she had heard years ago...

Touch, but do not kiss Kiss, but do not taste Taste, but do not swallow Swallow, but do not relish Relish, but do not love Love, but do not wed

That verse had always stuck to her for some reason, and now it was repeating itself throughout her heart as Christopher's forefinger traced the outline of her lips. A shivering gasp was exhaled from her mouth, tinged with a sordid moan of complete hunger. Cheryl imagined her son's lips graciously meshing with hers, sealing this forbidden coupling both of them so sincerely wished for. This was the ultimate taboo... a mother kissing her son... kissing like mother and son never meant to kiss. But a kiss that would feel so right... so pure.

Christopher's back lifted slowly forward, as all he could hear was Cheryl's low guttural breaths echoing in his ears... like a celestial symphony performing its most sacred melody. His face now inches from hers as he felt her hot breath douse his face. Her breath grew shallow and feeble when his hands cupped her face.

"I can't." she helplessly uttered, grasping at any remaining slivers of doubt.

Honestly, it was just her testing her son's resolve. She wanted to hear him clearly vocalize why he wanted this to happen... why he wanted her from all the other women as his lover. She didn't want to hear the typical 'because you're hot' replies either. For her entire life, she yearned for hearing a man pronounce his unconditional passion for her. No man she had ever known could ever make his case in a convincing fashion. If he could sway her with the truth, she would be his forever.

"No. We can't." she replied, feeling his warm palms stroking her face. "I'm your mother."

"That's exactly why I need you." Was his reply with a steady, determined tone.

"I hated you for so long." He whispered so exquisitely while kneading her glowing face.

His brow crimped, recalling all the years of suffering. "Blamed you for everything... but up until recently, I never knew it was all because I deep down, truly loved you." He said as she opened her eyes.

Emotion seized the couple as she saw his eyes well up... yet hers did too.

"Oh baby." She breathlessly replied, knowing she had denied his need.

She reached out, taking his face in her hand, lovingly fondling it as he did hers. A tear rolled down her face.

"I'm so sorry I was a horrible mom." She tried to express despite the oppressing guilt she felt.

"No, no. Please." He replied, rejecting her blame. "You did what you thought was best. As a man, I know that now. You were too young to know how to raise a kid all by yourself."

Cheryl openly wept, hearing these soothing words of understanding and comfort. It made perfect sense that they come from her son.

"Oh mom, please don't cry." He tried to reassure her. "We should be so happy right now."

His slight smile of encouragement lifted her spirits.

"You're so handsome." She said, sucking back her tears.

Once again the symphony of truth played its haunting love theme to the young man. He was truly taken by this woman... nothing else mattered to him. He wanted to show her just how much he was devoted to her, and her alone.

"I've always known... you were the one." He managed to say. "When I was with Natalie, I imagined it was you I was making love to. When she was pregnant, I secretly wished it was you."

Cheryl smiled in spite of the steady river of tears pouring down her face.

"I love you so much, Christopher." She confessed. "Kiss me. Please kiss me." There was no more need for encouragement. He thrust for her mouth, sealing his manly lips to hers in a zestful kiss. Not violently or demanding, but dynamic... replete with finesse. And she was swept away by their encountering. So shocking, yet so emotional. The flaming texture of his mouth abruptly bound by so many years of urgency. Their heads twisting and writhing for a deeper kiss. Her muffled whimpers of surrender roused his hands to feel the sweet goodness of his mother's plentiful body. The sweaty palms left her face, straggling about her back and shoulders, pulling her closer. Resounding slurps of their tongues and lips resonated in the living room, heightening their forbidden state of erotic delirium. Cheryl loved hearing the sounds of kissing... the dripping blend of saliva and tongue... hungry and bold. Her palms clutched his chiseled face, restraining his face so that he couldn't break their kiss. Yet she didn't have to worry about her son doing that... both of them surged in the ethereal moment of a first kiss with the one you love. Love, lust, need, craving... everything came together so harmoniously. As if mother and son held the key to the other's subsistence... equivalent to a puzzle finally solved. An ailment ultimately cured... her belonged to her, and she knew it. Her maternal bond to him unexpectedly justified their coupling... it somehow made sense to her that she give her life to his. That she grant him life once more... the way any man and woman should.

"Our first kiss." Cheryl said with a hushed tone following a swift parting of their mouths.

Their misty eyes gazed into each other's... their expressions swirling in astonishment... in awe of the magical moment. Cheryl loved seeing the unimaginable look in his eyes... amazement, wonderment, love, desire... all behind the gateways to his soul... staring into his very core.

"I love you, mother." He said, crippled with raw emotion. "I always will."

"Oh baby." Cheryl responded in awe.

With that, their lips shared a delicate kiss the second time. Soft and sure... drawing out their time in savoring the other's mutual flavor. Christopher loved how his mother's milky lips felt touching his. He loved her womanly fragrance, the scent of the only woman he wished for. Their tongues brushed across the other as he slid his inside her mouth. A libidinous moan from Cheryl's lungs matched his gesture, delicately sealing her lips around his tongue, caressing its warm and wet smoothness. His chest buckled; shocked that he was kissing his mother in such a lewd manner. Cheryl twirled her head, bobbing her head back and forth on the tongue, similar to sucking a cock... saliva oozed from their mouths as mother and son held each others head lovingly. He loved the feathery texture of his mother's mahogany tresses, repeatedly trying to reassure himself that this was not a dream...

Cheryl suckled his tongue deep inside, sealing her lips to his as she shrouded her arms about his virile chest. In a strong embrace, she felt the blistering hardness of his cock as they fell back into the couch. Fully stop him, his hands inherently sailed down her arced back, finding her faultless wide ass waiting for his rightful capture. Her elbows huddled beside his head; their kiss exceeding everything a mother and son should share. But it felt so right. It just came so naturally to them. Together, the couple would overthrow every social and moral law known to man. Their commitment demanded it... denying it would only cause more heartache and misery. Both mother and son knew what had to be done, realizing that through each other lied the key to the most heavenly relationship known.

Her mouth chewed Christopher's jaw, feeling his fingers dig into her ass flesh. More importantly for her was the bastion of sexuality that jammed itself against her groin, wanting to unite with the very womb that created him. She was the reason he existed... yet now, she would be the reason he wanted to live... to love... and grow.

Her knees straddled him as he clawed at her skirt. Immediately, Chris returned the eagerness and bit at her neck. Wailing in awe, Cheryl jostled her dripping pussy so that he could stab her with his pulsating stem. Angrily tearing at the skirt, Chris lifted it so that his hands could feel the full goodness of his mother's ass and thighs. Once he grazed her fleshy backside, his entire body lifted them both up in a splintering wave of irresistible lust.

"Oh Chris!" She called out with his teeth anchored to her neck.

His hands skillfully pulled apart her ass globes, tugging... pulling... blending. Their bodies began a slow, rhythmic grind against each other's... mother atop son in the grandest of acts. Without warning, Chris hoisted her up, motioning her to stand before him. Confused in the midst of sexual haze, she did so but clearly bewildered.

"I want to take your clothes off. Piece by piece, mother." He intimately commanded.

God, she loved it when he called her 'mother'. It added such an erotic edge to the moment. And he could tell she was visibly moved by it.
"What?" He asked, climbing off the couch to kneel before her.

"I just love it when you call me that." She breathlessly confessed.

A wry smile came across his face, clutching the backs of her bare legs.

"I love calling you that. Its respectful... loving." He said, trying to catch his breath.

"So sexy." She replied, unbuttoning her wrinkled blouse.

"Yea?" he inquired as his palms reached the beloved thickness of her thighs.

"Oh, fuck yea baby." She purred, loving the feel of her child's hands on her skin.

He flung his hands down, anxiously reaching up to grasp the waistband of her skirt. Cheryl stood with her hands running through her hair... her eyes closed, wavering in the intensity of this forbidden act of excitement. She felt the skirt being peeled downward, descending parallel to her fertile hips. And her son was captivated seeing the black cloth slivering down, unveiling smooth tan flesh. The skirt reached her knees, then pooled at her ankles as now, at long last, Christopher could feel his mother's golden honeyed skin. Instantaneously, his eyes viewed the mysterious center of his mother's being. Obscured by countless dark hairs, his hands centered on his birthplace... the very core of who he was. He came from there... she bore him... How could any man refuse to return once more to reclaim that what is rightfully his?

"Oh mother." He sighed in amazement.

Looking up, he saw that she had shed her blouse and was releasing her large life giving breasts. Carelessly tossing the material aside, Christopher looked up... as if a slave to it's honored idol. He couldn't believe the radiant fullness of her breasts... how shapely, free of age or any sign of decline. As if the choirs of Heaven sing their loveliest hymn... seeing this was all he could have ever hoped for in his life. If she shunned him right now, he would live the rest of his days fulfilled and content.

Yet this was far from over. Cheryl had other plans.

She watched as her son's fingers crept up along her flattened stomach. They looked like a spider crawling up to catch its prey... and god, he was so slow. She loved it when someone took their time... but this wasn't just anyone. He was her son... the child she carried for nine months... that she gave birth to, and raised... he had come full circle, back to the woman who ultimately loved him in no way any other woman could. Their bond was unquestionable... their destiny... erotically irrefutable.

When he felt the heaviness of his mother's golden breasts in his palms, he whined like a helpless child. Their eyes met... and Cheryl quickly committed to memory the look of her son's foggy eyes below her succulent chest. Every passing moment, there would be another moment to remember... a sacred memory that both could hardly forget, even if they tried. She had never felt this way with anyone else... how could she? This was her son... and he would forever be the man of her dreams. He would never cheat... lie... or intentionally jeopardize their love. The same blood flowed in his veins as did hers... this erotic truth by far would far surpass any other man or woman she had bedded before. There is something to be said of a son's love for his mother. It doesn't fade away... it does not decline, nor will it be forfeited for another. It is eternal... everlasting. Both mother and son knew this to be true.

She watched as her son rose to his feet, holding her hands with his... both gazing into the others eyes without doubt or fear. Letting go, Christopher gripped his T-shirt, lifting it off his brawny chest. Cheryl looked at it... amazed at how smooth and hairless it was. Every muscle he had was chiseled to perfection.

"I love how you look at me." He softly admitted, now lowering his cargo shorts...

"Oh my Gawd." Cheryl responded as the cloth fell to the floor.

She went to him, but he politely stopped her.

"No, no. Let's just look at each other. I think it's sexy to just look." He said, giving her a quick kiss.

Cheryl smiled, aware of his candor. But when her eyes fell to the sight of his magnificent pink phallus, she lost it. Her eyebrows creased as her mouth slightly fell... he was cut... fully erect. It had been years since she had seen his manhood, and what a magnificent sight it was to behold. It was so eager, boiling with blood... pulsing with titillation. The mammoth head, thick and firm. It's contour gracefully topping off the breadth of his magical eight-inch span. She noticed the savory veins, wrapped about his stem like a piece of artwork. Her view became obscured when his right hand slowly surrounded the base of his hot shaft. She could literally feel the throb of its blistering potency as it quietly pulsated in his hand. Never before had Cheryl felt such profound magnetism. As if a spell was being cast over her from the beautiful pillar of reddish hot flesh.

"See this, mother?" he calmly said in his intoxicating tone. "You did this to me."

Cheryl shuddered in the surreal flawlessness of his statement. He was right. She had done this to him... now she had to do something about it. As if on a silent suggestion, both mother and son came together. Her son's brave arms reached behind her, lifting her up into his arms. The look on his face was of utmost determination. Yet the act slightly amused her.

"What?" he asked.

"Oh nothing. Just... it's cute." She replied, running her curious finger along his taut neck. "Like a bride on her wedding night."

"Maybe you will be my bride?" he bravely admitted, carrying his mother from the den, and to the staircase a few feet away.

"Oh, baby. You're so sweet." Cooed Cheryl, resting her head upon his mighty shoulder.

She really shouldn't have said anything about wanting to remarry or have another baby. But subconsciously, she did want to tell her son that. Just one of a thousand pieces of the puzzle surrounded in the hazy mist of erotic divulgence... a puzzle that only Christopher and Cheryl could solve together as man and woman... not as mother and son. For the first time in countless years, she felt alive in a man's arms. Sloppily kissing his chest as he carried her up the staircase, she reveled in the devotion he was bestowing her with. And in turn, Christopher silently thanked the Gods of love for being able to carry his mother's exquisite body up to her king size bed. Who would have ever thought that twenty two years after giving him life, that he would return to his mother like this? To be carrying her to a bed to re-join with her? To journey back to his source of his life and nourishment... to cross the final gateway from adolescence to adulthood.

As he effortlessly walked inside Cheryl's grand master bedroom, the two stared into their eyes, sensing the forbidding impact of what they were about to do. The room was brightly lit from the late afternoon sun, setting an impeccable vista to their first time. They kissed afresh to silence any feasible doubt, and fortunately there was none whatsoever. Their hearts somehow recognized that this moment was destined from day one... their kiss ripened as Cheryl felt the coolness of her satin bedspread grace her back. The muscular chest of her son effortlessly set her down as she reached for his face, smiling lovingly up at him. That smile was all he needed to see, and his eager look in his eyes was all the convincing she had to have. Christopher stood back to soak in the sight of her shapely tan body, matched against the snowy white bedspread. She too retained the sight of his Herculean body, illuminated by the sunlight... making him gleam like a mighty Greek God... a sculpture of complete perfection... a God of maternal love.

Extending both of her hands towards her child, he joyfully clenched them and crept over the bed, slowly coming down upon her ample flesh. The initial sensation of their skin timidly grazing together slowed Chris, allowing his chest and cock to lightly brush his mother's goose bumped flesh. Looking down, he watched his sculpted chest barely graze his mother's bosom... just the touch alone heightened the moment. Christopher sighed with absolute reverence, seeing his skin atop his mothers.

He floated down upon her as their arms enveloped the other... their faces lingering within an inch of the other... staring... wondering... hoping. Both emancipated by the feeling of warm soft skin... It was like an image from the most erotic film ever made... Christopher lifted his finger, tracing the outline of her lips before taming her lips with his. Their bodies entangled as her hands fondled the rivulets of sweeping muscle along his shoulders and back. Encouraged, Christopher's tongue slipped forth, suckling her chin, down along the nape of her neck... going back to the large breasts that had called to him since birth... behind his tongue was a river of saliva, coating her skin... Cheryl tilted her neck back upon the soft material, amazed by the sheer eroticism of her son burrowing his face among her bosom. His adept palms kneaded the fleshy mass that formerly gave him life... now they would provide a much more distinct form of life... and he knew this. His fingers splayed across the width of the each swell, lifting it... urging them together and apart in slow, fluid movements. She was beside herself; her mind body and soul all connected to this one moment. His gentle moans resonating in her head as she felt her right nipple fall into his famished mouth. She looked down, seeing his cheeks caved in-suckling in as much breast flesh as his mouth could retain. And the way he sipped her breast made her cringe... he swayed his head crosswise, pulling the plentiful breast up, then down once more. His fingers wrapped the breast, gently and faithfully. The tongue slithered lengthwise across her areola, slurping the nipple between his teeth. The brave suction of his mouth lifted her delicate nipple up and down, twirling his tongue above it like a starving beast. Her astonished reactions only encouraged her son even more... a loud pop sounded as he stormed her left breast, just as much in need of his mouth as the other... Cheryl ran her fingers through her boy's hair as she quivered in absolute trauma.

"My baby... my son-- sucking my breasts." She bellowed out. "My son."

It was as if she doused his bonfire with a gallon of gasoline hearing her say that. His tongue plunged down, trying to taste more breast. His entire body arched, flattening his heroic cock against her glossy leg. She cracked a smile, knowing she had struck a nerve within her son.

"My baby likes to hear mommy talk, doesn't he?" she cooed while cradling his head.

His eyes shot open to look at her. And the view of his mouth engulfed with her heavy tit was yet another remarkable victory for the couple.

"Ooooh, look at that." Cheryl whispered. "Feeding from me again."

That was it. He couldn't take it. He released her breast, lunging for her mouth in a fierce charge. Her verbal hex had worked, now wedging his cock beside her fertile hearth. Their mouths crushed together as the stub of his manhood nuzzled the outer lips of her pussy. It wanted to come home... he wanted to be back inside his mother...

"Please, mother." He uttered before taking her tongue deep into his mouth.

Cheryl relaxed; knowing her fate was sealed. She too needed his cock back inside her, and willingly eased apart her legs. Feeling her relax, he reached below to guide the steamy cock to the entrance he had dreamed of for so long. All they could do was gaze into each other's eyes as Chris steered his spawning penis inward... and when he felt the scalding warmth of his mother's pussy crown his head, both mother and son locked up, still looking at one another... as if two scared children on some wild roller coaster... Her luscious dampness girdled the wide helmet of anxious cock, cautiously slipping beyond the outward folds. He balked; drawing in a violent breath... his eyes bulged from his skull... Cheryl held her breath, enduring the loving penetration... a deep breath before the plunge... the excitement of the unknown... Christopher's eyes clamped shut, his fists clenching the sheets trying to hold onto some sense of reality... but it was pointless.

"Go." He told himself, opening his eyes back up to see a hopeful gesture on his mother's face.

All the years of wonder and curiosity swept over him as he nudged ahead, slowly but steady. As he sank into her, Cheryl loudly inhaled a long, open-mouthed intake of air. He saw the shock all across her face, looking at her as if to say, "Are you okay?" And she was... but the shattering emotions and fabulous stimulation of her son's penis coming inside was all too much for the 38-year-old. He forged ahead with conviction... she couldn't believe has far he was going inside her. Chris couldn't believe how good his mother's pussy felt as her broiling womb welcomed her son's entire eight-inch cylinder, safely inside the place where it sprang forth. Her entire body tensed, her neck straining back into the pillow as his cock burrowed further and further inside. The veins along her neck swelled as she held her breath again, digging her fingernails into her son's arms. She gasped, shouting out her astonishment. It felt sooooooooo good to feel his massive girth pierce her... she wondered how much farther he could go. Any more and his cock would slide out her throat, it felt that deep.

Her fingers fanned out, pushing her son back. Confused, he looked to her and saw a sexy smile on her face. He looked to see her eyes waver and glaze slightly as he felt the hot softness of her cunt slowly settle around the head of his protruding manhood. Without warning, her eyes dilated and her lids shivered to tiny slits as her burning cunt melted his swelling monster. Her buttery, soft vagina slowly slid down his throbbing, tingling cock as she absorbed him into her body once again.

"All the way." She said in that breathless tone he was becoming so fond of. "So deep... so fucking deep."

"Yea." He replied, tightening his ass and abdomen with at least three more inches to go.

Cheryl ground her teeth together like a savage, wrapping her legs around her boy's torso. Grasping his neck, she began shouting out her appetite for cock.

"Do it, you stud. Stab me with that big ass cock." Cheryl demanded.

He loved hearing her like this, and happily complied. Bowing his back, he took one final lunge, before plowing his stalk all the way inside his mother. She cried out, lifting herself to him as they were finally joined in a way no mother and son should ever be. Both adjusted to this primal act of intercourse... all she could do was shudder beneath him.

Now with her head upon his shoulder, she helplessly cried out "You're inside me. Inside me... oh baby. I can't believe it."

"I know, mom." He answered with such hope.

"So big... so deep." She responded, hungrily licking the lobe of his reddened ear.

He just sat there; adjusting to the seething intensity his cock was in. His triumph blew him away. From just fantasizing about it, to actually having intercourse with his sweet mother was beyond his wildest imagination, especially having just admitted to being in love with his own mother. Now for the sweet rhythm he franticly searched for... easing back his marinated cock, Cheryl whimpered, feeling the huge void of nothingness behind. His taut ass drew back and just as his bulbous head slithered out of his lover's pussy, he plunged back in. Cheryl let go as her legs spread wide, wanting to get her body in a position that gave her child the best and deepest penetration imaginable. He stooped, resting his sweaty groin to hers as their pubis hairs meshed. He glanced down to see his whole length swallowed inside her, a sight he prayed he would someday see. Cheryl was soundly panting, massaging Chris' neck. Tears swelled in her eyes from the magic of this moment... never before had any man or woman made her feel so complete... so full. She saw the love radiate from her son's eyes and studly body, soothing her heart and soul. How could something as profound as this is be so wrong in the eyes of society?

He picked up on her eagerness, and began sawing in and out of her moist pussy. Swift and confidant in his tempo, he united with his mother's pace as together, they discovered yet another priceless gem in the crown of their love. Cheryl knew her boy had come full circle, and met his thrusts with equal hunger. Anticipation was twisting its way into her soul as the sounds of their bodies slapping together blared throughout her bedroom. Looking down, she noticed how long and thick he was, and how the skin of his penis was coated with her womanly juices. He saw her looking, and followed... both of them watched his cock briskly submerging, and withdrawing in quick, rapid strokes.

"Can't believe this." He gasped in shock.

She glanced up at him to see his chest and face covered in perspiration. "God, he looks so fucking sexy." She told herself, feeling the constant stabbing of his welcomed intrusion. And the glorious agony on his face spoke volumes of pure truth. Each lustful push drove Cheryl further and further into the depths of incestuous enchantment. Christopher pounded his mother with every ounce of stamina and strength he could muster... it was all he could do from passing out. The barriers of morality and sin ebbed away with each powerful thrust. Deeper and deeper into the sacred depths of her cunt went the gigantic penis. Spreading and forcing its way through the clinging wet silk of the tight sheath. She could feel it stretching her womanhood to embrace its mammoth bulk as it slipped deeper. He had his entire penis buried to the hilt of her hot, aching pussy. Her son was inside of her once again, but this time, as a man... not a child. A man who had always been there to fill the void in her life and make her complete. Thrashing his ass back and forth savagely, he drove himself into the hot, seductive core of her self. Harder and harder, he slashed, thrusting himself deeper and deeper into the glowing hearth of her femininity. Then she consumed him. Totally and absolutely. He was being pulled into the forbidden depths of her marvelous essence. Then his body fractured into a million tiny pieces and their essences melted into a coalescence of purity. They righteously became one.

He collapsed atop her, grabbing the encouraging width of her ass with the flawlessness of an expert lover. Cheryl loved how her son moved and fucked like a pro. She wished there was a way she could watch their bodies writhe together in their newfound glory. But she saw more than enough... enough to quench her thirst for this forbidden act of fornication. Christopher began pistoning in and out of her with short rapid strokes, disregarding his hope to hold off orgasm. She sensed his urgency...

"Yea, baby. That's it. That's it!" shouted Cheryl, ardently encouraging her son to fulfill his destiny.

He could feel the sting of orgasm embark on its journey, swarming inside the deepest regions of his testicles. He couldn't deny it's right of passage any longer. Droplets of his sweat trickled on Cheryl's heaving chest before sharing a fierce soulful kiss. He sank into her with such vigor, like a beast unleashed from his cage.

"Don't pull out." She demanded. "Don't you dare pull out."

He glared at her in astonishment, faithful to his powerful cadence. Although he couldn't say it, his face asked 'Really?' And like a good mother, she knew her son's most private expressions. She was eagerly fucking her son with all the confidence and conviction a woman could invoke. His chest lifted, upheld by his tight fists and assurance. Clamping his eyes shut, the charm of climax rocked his entire body in a series of violent jolts. All Cheryl could do was continue her verbal urging... something she absolutely loved to do, especially to her son.
"Gonna cumm, aren't you, baby? Huh? Mommy's making you cumm, isn't she?" she cooed, seeing him buckle in shock.

"Mother." He breathlessly chanted over and over again.

The shock of actually fucking her... the scandalous, yet instinctive desire to mate with his very own mother... her buxom tan flesh below, receiving his welcomed intrusion so lovingly... her hair, damp with perspiration and lust... the sight of her plentiful breasts swaying in unison with his plunges... all of it felt soooooooooooo good. So right. Every thought, every act and word they shared arose from the depths... it was happening.

He was cumming. Christopher was cumming inside his dear sweet mother. Yet only twenty-two years prior, the very same womb had bore him and given him incomparable life. Now... he would faithfully return the pristine essence of his being-- his soul, if you would. The circle of life... completing it's forbidden destiny.

Cheryl put her feet down, lifting her lower body as high as she could, wanting to receive the rich reward of his semen. His flesh was ripped apart in furious jolts... pulled and tugged as his muscles pulled together. Looking up towards the ceiling, Christopher summoned every ounce of fertile sperm he could bless her with... one word rang in his head as the first rope of hot cumm ruptured through.... "Mother."

His glossy saturated cock blistered in orgasm, carrying a tidal surge of boiling seed... the bouillon of life Cheryl instinctively craved. She clawed at his back, feeling the soothing warmth relieve the starved and thrashed cradle of life. When she felt his seed, nature gripped her mind, body, and soul, arrested by orgasm. Feeling his sudden explosion of potent seed swell inside sent her into delirium. Both mother and son were sharing a replete, cherished climax... locked together by a fiery cock and willing pussy. Cheryl's eyes rolled back in her head, suffering from the mind shattering impact. Her flesh went limp as her boy held her promising thighs and ass, pulling her into him for a deeper plunge... perhaps an automatic, instinctive step to ensure his seed took root?

"I have you." He whispered hoarsely. "You're mine."

"Yes." She huskily moaned back as she gazed at his handsome face, which at that moment, was a masquerade of the purest of lifelong expectation.

Cheryl shouted out a vague cry, clinging her mouth to Christopher's packed, muscular neck. Screaming like a tortured beast, she wailed and cried for more as all he could do was pound her even harder. He twisted and lunged, she thrashed and turned... both fully aware that they were now bound together by not only blood, but of seed.... Whatever the outcome, Cheryl would now have her son's seed swimming throughout her body. Seed that was once enriched in her own womb, now returning to plant itself back inside the familiar garden of promising ebullience. He would look at her in days, or weeks from now, knowing that his sperm was somewhere inside that voluptuous flesh... Her son's seed would forever mark his mother.

With each passing second, his darkest realizations hit him again and again. He was really fucking his mother. The reality of it washed over him, carrying his soul into the deepest recesses of their sea of forbidden love.

He forcefully brought his mouth to hers, violently kissing his woman with newfound authority. One commanding sentence kept echoing in his mind... "You're mine... you're mine." Was all he could hear. His youthful manliness kept inundating her womb with even more cumm as the hungry couple kept humping each other. Her glossy honeyed legs wrapped him tight to make sure he wouldn't pull away... but how could he? Especially not now... not after sharing the most beautiful accomplishment known to mankind, regardless of how two people were related. Who could ever resist such a beautiful woman as Christopher' mother? Why curse the very essence of what every man on earth silently hopes for... to forever claim his mother as his own.

Minutes passed by, as his cock stayed true, inevitably tapering off in orgasm. What remained now were two lovers who shared the most extraordinary act any man and woman could ever hope to experience together. He brought his face up to look at her, all tasseled and fatigued from vigorous, intense sex. Both caught their breaths as he nuzzled her face with his palms, still skeptical of what they had just suffered through. Their eyes examined each other's, scrutinizing their expressions for something... Cheryl then had a terrible fear... that as most men do, they would quickly regret it, and run away in fear. Her son saw this, and quickly acted.

"I love you, mother... More than life itself." He avowed, mesmerized by her intoxicating beauty.

The fear was quelled as tears stung her eyes.

"I love you too." She panted in relief. "I thought that you'd want to get away from me as quickly as you could."

"Not at all." He said with a confident tone. "Why would I ever do that? I've dreamt of loving you for so long. I'm not like all the other men, mother. I'm your son."

She vigorously held her son close, weeping in joy and happiness... his cock still lodged deeply (and safely) inside her saturated womb. The emotional union they shared filled Cheryl's heart as tears trickled down her angelic face.

"You're my first love." He blurted out, crippling Cheryl with tender emotion.

"Oh sweetheart. You're so gentle. So perfect." She replied, swallowing her dissipating fear of rejection. "Any woman would just die for something like this."

He sat up, intent on laying it all out to her. The love in his mother's eyes encouraged him even more.

"I'm serious. I mean, when other kids my age wanted to date other chicks in school, I just wanted to date you." He said, motioning to pull out. "I wanted to take you as my date to my junior prom. I always imagined what our prom picture would've looked like hanging in my locker."

"Oh baby." Cheryl uttered despite her tears from his heartfelt divulgence.

She tightened her legs, motioning for him to remain inside her. With a soft kiss, he lovingly complied. He honestly didn't want to leave either.

Together in bed lied two lovers who had fulfilled an inevitable triumph, basking in the afterglow of making love to the one you love so dearly. The sun came to set illuminating the master bedroom in a rich orange glow. As they continued their soft whispers and tender kisses, Christopher's love swelled upon seeing the orange sunlight shine upon his mother's golden face. There was no doubt or question... no regret or sorrow for what they had done. Only joy... and love.

Later...

Cheryl and Chris shared a long talk about everything, still together in bed, but now under the covers. They brought to light all the years of forgotten stares and hopeful fantasies... they laughed and cried together. Cheryl begged her son for forgiveness for the years of neglect she imposed on him, as he too sought the same for not coming forward sooner with his feelings. They talked about all their other failures in relationships, and how it all became so clear why those relationships failed... They lay arm in arm, Christopher behind his mother in the romantic spoon position, as they came to understand the profound depths of their forbidden love.

Chris was tenderly kissing her bare shoulder when she asked, "When did you first know? I mean, about me?"

Keeping his lips to his mother's soft skin, he answered "When I saw a porn site about romantic mothers and sons. They had testimonials from real mother & son couples, and... just reading them made me realize... like it was all so clear for the first time."

She turned around to watch him...

"It just made sense. I started remembering back to all those years where I would look at you, or try finding girls at school who looked like you."

Cheryl recalled how Natalie was almost identical to her in shape and size. "Wow, he's right." She thought to herself, leaning in to share another truthful kiss.

The evening faded into the early hours of the night as mother and son carried on their intimate conversation. The subject naturally came back to sex as Christopher's thickening cock made it quite apparent he was ready. But Cheryl had another plan as she crawled down her son's chest. She was in a zone, staring at her fingernails grazing his skin with a thousand-yard stare. She wanted to look at his flesh, learn by heart the finer details... but more importantly, to feel the fleshy bulk of his girth resting atop her wet tongue. Now on her knees, her son looked at her voluptuous wide ass, mounting high above the bed as her fingers began trickling over his quivering stalk. A crushing silence swept across the room as he admired the lovely sight of her arched back... the intriguing valley of her spine, and how her beige skin glowed in the darkness of the night. And that ripe, supple ass... wide and round... ready for his mouth, or even better, his rigid penis.

But Cheryl was transfixed on the sight of Christopher's fully erect organ. Her forefinger carefully traced the solid vein running beneath the massive cadre, thinking about the mouth-watering sperm that raced through it an hour before. She was completely lost in the moment. Never before had she taken the time to really scrutinize a man's cock, much less touch it like this. Christopher knew the sight bewildered her, and laid his head back upon the pillow in exultation. She stared at it, studied its movements... noticed how it twitched with every heartbeat. "This is my son's cock." She told herself. "This was made in my womb 22 years ago... I made this. I really made this."

Gazing at the wide bulb-shaped head, she imagined seeing it spew thick turrets of cumm. Her mouth parted as her tongue slid forth... delicately skimming the head's underbelly. He jolted, feeling the scalding breath and moist flesh touch him... and Cheryl slightly grinned, knowing how her simple touch could render a man helpless. A sense of power came over Cheryl as she realized just what she could do to her son. She began to oscillate her body in the air, deeply aroused and unfettered by doubt... "Let's see what my tits will do to him." She told herself, dragging her heavy tan breasts along his hairy thighs... her nipples carefully brushing the skin... Christopher drew in a long, shocking breath as he trembled in staggering anticipation. As the plentiful breasts sluggishly enshrouding his engorged shaft, Cheryl was cooing in shrewd seductiveness. She was a vamp, and she knew it. It was time for her son to see this side to her.

Her hands reached up to squash her luscious cleavage together, swallowing his cock within the inviting basin of his mother's breasts. Like her, he too called upon that 'zone' of complete sexual awareness, staring at the lush sight with a thousand-yard stare. Gradually, his slab of beef disappeared, all but his round head, but that too was quickly vanishing as Cheryl pushed her tits together. All that remained was that lofty cleavage he so loved. She peered at her son through her eyebrows with a crude look of lust.

His body quivered in fantastic ecstasy.

"You like that, huh?" Cheryl said in a hoarse, coy tone. "Your cock between mommy's breasts... buried."

He yelped in alluring shock, hearing her vocalize his libidinous predicament. She cracked a thin smile, knowing her boy loved being verbally charmed. Dozens of waves washed across his flesh as she hoisted her chest up, then slowly back down. His neck fell back upon the silk pillow, trying to make sense of the vehement tactility of breast flesh touching solid cock. Staring at the ceiling, questions swirled in the young man's mind. "Is my mother really doing this to me?" "How can I be so lucky?" He bellowed out a long sigh of utter acceptance as Cheryl stooped her head down to allow a steady stream of saliva flow from her lower lip... pooling between the dark buxom fissure. His cock rose from the warm confines of breast as Cheryl's boiling saliva slithered down the enmeshed skin, generously greasing her son's rigid reproductive organ so he could titty fuck his beauty queen.

"Oh mother." He breathlessly confessed. "My dear sweet mother."

"Yeah, baby. I am your mother." Cheryl replied in that now familiar sexy deep tone her son had grown to love. "You're gonna titty fuck me until you cumm, aren't you?"

It was all he could do to hold it together. He was helpless amid the lust and desire for her. And like a helpless child, he could only whimper in high-pitched groans. "Yeah. Oh yeah." He barely replied as he watched his cock sink below the heap of golden cleavage, and quickly reappear, all shiny and glossy with his mother's saliva. His focus swept over her body... her breasts, her ass drifting in mid air... and her hair, still tasseled enough to make her look like a complete slut. And Cheryl loved every short-lived moment.

He had never done this to a woman before. And thankfully, he had waited to experience it with the right woman. The wondrous feel of soft, polished breast trapped with rock solid cock... all mixed with Cheryl's spicy saliva, slithering down to the very base of his stalk, and quickly back up so the slippery breasts could nourish the bulbous head... hoping it would spew forth a river of rich seed upon her golden spheres.

"Get on your knees, sweetie." Ordered Cheryl, realizing this position was not suited for full consequence.

He swiftly complied as she spread her legs apart to lower her breasts atop his. A second time, he watched her drip spittle atop his cock and her bronzed orbs.

"Hold mother's tits." She invited as he cupped both supple spheres. "That way you can squeeze them yourself."

Once re-adjusted, she looked up along his beefy chest to see his body master a steady rhythm. He fell into it without hesitancy, steadily sliding his throbbing stalk through his lover's humid meadow of forbidden indulgence. Just twenty-two years prior, these breasts fed the young child who would return to reclaim them as his own. Christopher focused on that notion as Cheryl placed her hands on his flexing ass cheeks, seeing a much different side to her son. The look on his face was staggering. He was solely transfixed on fucking his mother's tits, and the look on his face was worth its weight in gold. He knew she was watching his facial expressions and grew shy.

"Please, mother." Whispered Chris. "Don't look at me like that."

"I want to see your face as you cumm, love." She retorted.

Resisting, he looked away as his stride waned. Cheryl would have none of it. If she would willingly and faithfully make love to her son, there would be no fear or timid behavior. It was all or nothing for the 38-year-old siren. She dug her nails into his taut ass, demanding his focus.

"Look at me, Christopher." She ordered, as if to correct her son as she did years before.

Gulping down his anxiety, he did so.

"If you can fuck me like a stallion and really want me, you'll look at me when I ask. We are NOT gonna be shy with each other anymore-- understand?" she explained in a more loving tone. "Now think about what you're doing. Really think about it, sweetheart. Yeeeaaahh... Think about how long you wanted me like this."

He whimpered again, seeing his cock protrude from her heaving cleavage. "Oh mother, I've always wanted this... wanted you."

"Then let go, baby. Let it go, and have me as your woman... your woman." Cheryl panted, feeling him rediscover his assured rhythm.

Attentive to her boy's burgeoning hope, she cooed in euphoria. "Yeeeeah." She voiced in a more sexy tone, gazing directly into his deep brown eyes. "Yeah, that's my baby boy. Fucking mommy's tits like a pro. So fucking good, baby."

Clinging to her breasts with every ounce of strength he had, he squashed together her spheres so that his cock couldn't leave the warmth of her flesh. His stamina arose, quickly rising to a strong momentum that left her powerless in his wake. Not only was he fucking his mother again, but also in a more inherent way, he was proclaiming her as his woman for all to know and see. He was proud to love her in this fashion, and grew bold in his laborious efforts. All she could do was watch in awe of the man she had created. She had unlocked the final rivet that unleashed the man inside the child. His lunges were confident and unequivocal, pushing his with more potency than ever before. Sweat glazed his vigorous chest as Cheryl kneaded his luscious ass cheeks, reminding herself that she wanted to tongue his asshole before the night was through.

But the task at hand lay before the son once more. Those ripe, luscious breasts of his mothers were going to make him cumm, and just the mere sight of them was more than enough encouragement to ensure his seed would indeed be spilled. His right leg began spasming as the uncontrollable surge of cumm swirled in his testicles. He knew it was unstoppable, and furiously bucked against her as he looked in her intoxicating eyes.

"I'm cumming muh... muh... ooohh, mother." Cried the helpless young man yet again.

His words were like a harmony of the sweetest gratification. Diving back, Cheryl quickly bent down, taking in Christopher's eight-inch cock into her famished mouth. He swayed like a hapless drunk, yet this elixir was far more potent than any other drink could offer. His body hurled, slamming his frenzied hands upon his mother's head, clawing her lengthy tresses as his arms and legs violently jolted. He heaved forward, then back again as Cheryl's tongue settled below the base of his shaft. She could feel his thick vain pulse on her tongue, hungrily slurping on his dick like a wanton slut. All that mattered to her was tasting her child's bountiful reward, wanting to gag on a mouth full of hot swarthy cumm. She thrashed her tongue side to side at the very base of his stem, and that was all it took. The scalding mouth upon his thick piston sent him over all reasonable boundaries and reason. This was too much... she was sucking his cock, and with true voracity.

He screamed "Muuuuthhhuuur!" at the same time as the first powerful ropes of syrupy sperm expel itself into his mother's awaiting mouth. He fell over in a violent seizure, grasping the small of her waist in a sightless effort to prop himself up. Blinded by the sting of orgasm, Christopher ground his teeth like an untamed brute as surge upon surges saturated Cheryl's mouth. Savoring the ambrosial zest of cumm, Cheryl took her first gulp, moaning in ecstasy as her baby's sperm trickled down into her empty stomach. His seed would be her flawless sustenance... another tangy mouthful, and down it went while slithering his penis with her tongue. Her lips breached the tender seal about his shaft as two rivulets of spicy sperm cascaded down her chin. All in attempt to slide his weighty cock all the way down her throat. And gradually, not one inch of his cock could be seen... just pubic hair and her lips... her nose pressed into his trembling belly, engorging the entire length of his cock, lacking gag or reflex. Her cheeks caved in, and her jaw contorted as far as it could possibly go without fracturing. Yet if he had been 12 more inches, she would have gladly devoured that too... she loved her son that much. No hurdle or mountain was high enough for her to burden.

Cheryl lost count of how many times Christopher's cock hurled its beloved seed down her throat. It didn't really matter at any rate. The most important task was ensuring his seed was not squandered. It belonged inside her no matter what hole it ended up being deposited in. His lungs heaved as if hit by a two ton train, still seizing the small of her waist as the waves of orgasm still washed upon his shore of taboo ecstasy. He was taken by her sudden boldness. And even more incredible was the fact that she actually swallowed his cumm, and was still doing so as the last frail droplets fell upon her tongue. Natalie never did this to him. Wow.
Christopher ran his fingers down along her spine, lazily kissing her back again and again. He felt her motion to crawl out from beneath his fatigued body, hearing a sticky 'pop' of her mouth as his girth skimmed out beyond the lips... leaving a thick thread of semen attaching their flesh. Cheryl saw the erotically charged sight, and whisked it in her mouth like a string of the tastiest spaghetti. The love for his mother swelled about in his heart, taking her head in his palms to see her aroused expression. Messy, sweaty, and lips glazed with semen, he brought his mouth to hers without neither fear nor trepidation. Most guys never wanted to kiss their girlfriends after such a heartfelt blowjob... not so with Christopher. This risqué act proved once and for all to Cheryl that there were no boundaries between the two. With a gentle sigh, she lovingly fell into her son's arms, letting herself be immersed in the sanctity of their emotional union. He had sought out the woman deep inside her, lovingly bringing to light the necessity for romance and pure, raw need. As his lips softened hers, she let go of the wanton slut inside her, embracing the gentle passionate side. As a good son, he picked up on her need for romanticism and swirled his tongue inside her mouth. With her body in his mighty arms, he laid her upon the bed ever so slowly, cradling her as if a sacred Queen of the highest royalty.

As she came to rest, his penetrating brown eyes searched hers for the very soul of her existence.

"I love you, mother." He peacefully whispered with assurance.

All she could do was touch his jaw with her feeble fingers in complete wonder. Was this real? This was too good to be true.

"I love you too, Christopher." Cheryl lovingly replied as the emotional confession stabbed her heart.

"We made love, didn't we?" Chris asked, blessing her lips and jaw with habitual kisses.

He saw his mother's eyes well up, safely embracing her in assurance. "Yes we did." She said, choking back the swell of passion. He was touched by her tenderness, yet he too felt his heart and soul succumb to the stirring emotion. With her head against his neck, the two lovers fell victim to the enchanting magic of unconditional, true love. There, in the middle of the bed mother and son remained... bound by blood, compelled by nature, united in sheer absolution.

"I've waited my entire life for this." Cheryl confessed to her son right before they fell to sleep.

The Next Morning...

The doorbell rang. And again. Cheryl opened her eyes, feeling Christopher's strong arms holding her against him in a spoon position. Wiping her eyes, she heard the doorbell make its annoying demand once more as she tried to see the clock on the nightstand.

1:21pm

"Shit." Cheryl uttered, getting out of bed.

She jumped out of bed up at first, then carefully took her son's arms, thoughtfully set them down so as to not disturb his peaceful slumber. Taking a quick glance at his magnificently naked body, she rushed to the bathroom to put on her full length white bathrobe.

She flung the door open to see Beth standing there in a pearl colored classic suit, topped with her sassy sunglasses. She was obviously pissed off.

"What?" Cheryl asked.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Beth demanded.

"I slept in. Being the owner, I can do that." Cheryl shot back.

"We had a 10am with Shuster and now he's pissed." Beth went on.

"Would you shutup and get your ass in here?" Cheryl ordered as Beth strutted inside.

She slammed the door, wiping her eyes in exhaustion. Reality came crashing back in as she did her best to put aside the events of the past 24 hours.

"Just calm down and breath." Cheryl said in a calm voice as they walked into the kitchen.

"Well, I busted my ass for over a year on this deal, and you just decide to sleep in on the day we were supposed to seal the deal! Fuck Cheryl, you completely screwed this up and made me look like a fucking idiot!" Beth yelled as Cheryl stammered about, trying to fix a pot of coffee. "All that for probably some stupid piece of ass too."

"Would you shut your mouth and quit yelling like you're white trash??" Cheryl shouted back. "Chris is asleep, and I don't want all the fucking neighborhood hearing you whine like some teenage diva. Now shutup!"

Beth glanced down in furry. Honestly, she was much more upset that she had probably spent the night with someone else instead of her. But her failure at the Rathskeller still yielded a powerful sting to her heart, tapping her foot in rage. Beth's cell phone rang, and gave her a chance to step out into the dining room to take the call. It was then that Chris walked into the kitchen, wearing nothing but his boxers and a warm smile. He quickly grabbed Cheryl, kissing her with Beth's back to them.

"Honey put some clothes on!" hissed Cheryl, trying to kiss and push him back.

Just then, Beth ended her call and turned back around. As she did, she caught a flash of Cheryl and Chris pretending like nothing happened. The sight of Cheryl's son, all buff and proud in his boxers... then Cheryl in her robe. What was this? "Did they.... No way." Beth thought to herself as she retracted that immoral notion.

"Hey Beth." Chris said with a smile as he went to the refrigerator, taking out a gallon of water to drink.

"Hi." She replied with a perplexed manner.

Cheryl was obviously apprehensive about the odd predicament.

"So can we reschedule with Shuster?" Asked Cheryl, crossing her arms as she held her breath.

"Yea, tomorrow." Replied Beth with a derisive tone.

Cheryl took a deep breath. "Good."

With that, Beth flung her purse over her shoulder and marched toward the door, unmistakably provoked. "I'll see you tomorrow." She seethed as she slammed the door shut.

Cheryl rolled her eyes, burying her face in her hand in dread. This was the last thing she needed. Her business partner knowing that she had spent the night with her own son.

Getting inside her Mercedes, Beth slammed the steering wheel in fury. Starting the car, she tore out of the driveway, barely speeding by the main gate that opened just in time. How could Cheryl do this to her? How could she spend the night with her own son, to actually have sex with him?! Was it true, or just giving in to her most dreaded suspicions? Why would she blatantly flaunt Chris in front of her like that, especially since she had to know of her feelings for her. "I should just tell her." Beth said to herself, racing through the neighborhood and back out to the interstate.

The rest of her day was ruined. It was all Beth could do to keep it together. Over and over, she kept focusing on whether Cheryl and Chris actually had sex and her blunder at the Rathskeller. If she just had confessed her love to Cheryl at the club, maybe she wouldn't have spent the night with her own son? One moment, Beth denied the ridiculous allegation because of society's strict moral laws... yet the next, she felt herself aroused by such a scenario. She began speculating if the two positively enjoyed having sex... "This is silly." Thought Beth as she drove into her private parking space downtown.

Later...

"Flynn's." answered the man on the other end of the phone.

"Hi, I'm calling about your services." Said Beth, swiftly tapping her pencil on her desk.

"Yes." Replied the eager gentleman.

"Well, I was referred to you from a good friend who said you were the best in town." Beth explained.

"Well thank you. We pride ourselves on being discrete and providing trustworthy information." He went on to add. "Can I get just some basic information about who you want surveillance on?"

"Sure. Her name is Cheryl Hearn, and she lives at 145 Bellwood Estates." Beth said, turning around in her chair and lowering her voice.

"Okay." Answered the polite man. "And if I may ask, what is your relationship to Cheryl?"

"I... I'm her coworker, but..." she stammered, trying to clarify the nature of her relationship. "I guess I'm in love with her too, and want..." she sighed in frustration. "I just want to know if she's having an affair with someone."

"I can certainly help give you that piece of mind, ma'am. You did the right thing by calling us." He added, trying to soothe her doubts.

"What kind of stuff do you guys do, like what exactly? James Bond stuff or CIA?" she asked.

The private investigator went on to detail his services, offering a wide variety of surveillance from pictures, video, audio, and electronic monitoring. Beth ended up purchasing the best overall package for $15,000. She wanted it all, and had to see firsthand just what her relationship was with Christopher. And after hanging up, Beth wired her deposit and 20% down payment to the courteous gentleman to immediately start the intensive surveillance.

After hanging up, Beth hung her head in her hands, fearful of what she had just done. She had just hired a PI to watch her boss. But her rational was that she needed to know what she was up against. And if Cheryl was actually sleeping with her son, Beth had to know what she was up against to win the heart of her employer once and for all. She knew full well that she had set something in motion... a course of action that would change the rest of her life. But considering her five year long obsession with Cheryl, it was worth every dime of that $15,000.

Two Weeks Later...

Walking inside the plush conference room, Beth nervously folded her wire-framed glasses as she sat down in a soft leather chair. Today was the day she would see first hand the extent of the exhaustive surveillance. Mr. Flynn, a polished and amiable man, walked in to shake Beth's hand with a sincere smile of gratitude and appreciation.

After the formalities, Mr. Flynn laid it all out for Beth to see. He painted a detailed account of just what Cheryl and Christopher were doing with their time. Cheryl hadn't been in the office much for the past two weeks, giving the investigators plenty of incriminating evidence. The 15-minute video Mr. Flynn played showed Cheryl and Christopher in a variety of daily routines, but it was how they acted that begged for more scrutiny. Going to the grocery, the couple would casually share quick, loving kisses in the aisles when no one was thought to be looking. Holding hands on the way to the car, eating out at restaurants that were far away from Cheryl's circle of friends. The two seemed to be very much in love, and so genuinely happy. Beth couldn't believe what she was seeing. A mother and her son sharing what any man and woman would naturally experience as lovers.

The video followed the lovers to Christopher's college, where they both moved his belongings out of his apartment, and back to her mansion. But then, Mr. Flynn interrupted by pausing the DVD.

"Our video technicians were able to match our audio to the video surveillance from this point on." Explained Mr. Flynn.

The cameras were based outside the residence, capturing a unique moment in Christopher and Cheryl's romance. The video showed the lovers unpacking his boxes through the guest bedroom window.

"Awwh, you kept this picture of us in Florida, baby." Cheryl said, showing him a picture.

"Yea, that's one of my favorites of you." Chris said, leaning over to kiss her.

"I just love how romantic you are, honey." Cheryl said after the long kiss.

"Well, you made me that way!" Chris happily replied. "You raised me right."

The two smiled as Cheryl's smile faded away.

"Sweetheart, I've been thinking." She said in a more compelling tone.

"What's that?" he replied.

"I want you to move all of your things into my bedroom." She said as Chris stopped unpacking to look at her in shock.

"If we're going to be a couple, then I want us to live as a couple." Cheryl said, taking his hand with hers, kissing his palm lovingly.

From there, the angle showed them starting to make out passionately. Then, Beth watched in horror... and in awe as he carried his mother to her master bedroom.

"This is our bedroom from now on, my love." She whispered as they kissed once more.

"You're the love of my life, mother." Christopher confessed as they made their way beyond the doorway, and out of view of the camera.

Mr. Flynn stopped the DVD, and then began the audio portion of the consultation. The segment was a phone call between the lovers.

Cheryl answered: "Hey honey!"

Christopher: "Hi mom. How are ya?"

Cheryl: "Good (Sighs) Just waiting for you to come back home."

Audible moans from a tender kiss were heard.

Christopher: "I missed you so much."

Cheryl: "I missed you too, baby. It's been hell without you today."

Christopher: "I know, but I really had to wrap all this shit up here at school so the transfer could go through."

"Transfer? What transfer?" Beth asked herself.

The conversation continued on as they discussed Christopher's plan to transfer to a collage closer to home. But then the topic took a much more serious tone.

Cheryl: "You know when you get here, we'll still have to keep it secret."

Chris: (upset) "Yea, don't remind me."

A lengthy period of awkward silence was heard. It was obvious both could not cope with keeping their relationship a secret.

Cheryl: "You okay, baby?"

Christopher: "I guess. I just... I don't know."

Cheryl: "What, honey? Tell me."

Christopher: "Well, I just don't wanna live like we're criminals or shit like that. Like the other night at dinner, I couldn't hold your hand because that client of yours was there."

Cheryl: " I know, honey. I know."

Christopher: "I don't want to hide our relationship anymore. I want to be able to kiss you in public just like any guy would do to their girl. I mean, we're a real couple like you said, you know? Forever."

Cheryl: "Always."

Christopher: "I just love you so much, and want to show you off to the entire world."

Cheryl: "Awwh, baby. I love you too. You're so good to me."

Their conversation ended with a loving exchange.

Beth's consultation with Mr. Flynn was over. Beth sat, stone faced and cold as she stared at the floor.

"Ms. Hamilton." Flynn started. "For what its worth, this isn't the first time we've monitored a mother and son doing this."

"What"? Beth shot back in amazement.

"In this business, I've seen a lot of things that would make your jaw drop. This situation, whatever people think of it, is actually quite common. More than people would think." He said.

Continuing, Mr. Flynn said "I'm not going to tell you this is right or wrong, but I've monitored mothers with their sons, daughters with their mothers... aunts and nephews. I mean, this isn't all that shocking to me in the least bit. I'm telling you that because its clear you're troubled by what you've seen and heard, and it's obvious you care very much for Ms. Hearn."

"Aren't you... I mean, aren't you disgusted by all that?" Beth argued.

"Not at all." He answered. "To me, Ms. Hamilton, its just two people having sex, doing only what comes natural."

Beth looked down, taking it all in. He was right; it was just two people having sex... or making love would be a phrase better suited. Hearing him say that took away a lot of the taboo element to it. And honestly, once the shock of it all wore off, it started making slightly more sense to her.

Beth wrote out her final check, and gathered all the materials from the surveillance. One of the clauses in the agreement was that Beth would keep all the raw, unedited materials. The PI kept nothing as part of their confidentiality agreement. With a sincere handshake, Beth left the high rise office, and decided to take the rest of the day off. Obviously it didn't matter because Cheryl was off work too.

Later that night...

Back at her opulent condominium, Beth sat on the leather couch in the den, brushing out her long golden hair after her shower. A fresh white towel barely covered her beige agile flesh as it glistened from the water. Aimlessly watching the 11pm news, she worked out the knots in her lengthy mane. As she performed this mindless task, her eyes began drifting across the room to where the three-foot high stack of surveillance material atop her "throw-all" table by the door. Each stroke of her brush gradually slowed as the calm, soothing voices of curiosity spoke to her. Beth felt her chest tighten as she played back all the images and voices in her mind. Oddly enough, she was beginning to feel thoroughly aroused. But doubt soon stopped those marvelous thoughts as she set out to finish watching the news... but it was like trying to ignore the huge pink elephant in the middle of the room. It just couldn't be done.

Slowly standing up, Beth sauntered over to the wall side table, as her breath grew deeper. Her fingers pried open one of four large manila envelopes, taking out a stack of photographs of the couple taken during the stakeout. Bringing the photos closer, the images showed the mother and son laughing, kissing, and most of all, enjoying each other's company. Take away the element of their maternal union, and it looked like the sweetest scene from a romantic saga. Beth cautiously flipped through the numerous images, documenting a bright sunny day in one of the city's most beautiful parks. The couple was photographed holding hands, snuggling atop a small wooden bridge above a creek... they were soooooo into each other. The smiles, the intimate expressions... the apparent love. Jealousy soon gave way to arousal, and soon Beth was shutting all the shades inside her condo.

Taking out one of the audio surveillance CD's, she placed it in her compact CD player, putting on headphones to listen to one particular night Cheryl and Chris shared. Since the audio was unedited, Beth had to fast forward through a lot of empty spaces before reaching any substantive dialogue. The two were fucking, and fucking hard on a bed. Beth's heart pounded in her chest as she listened to their winded gasps for air, then the sound of their bodies slapping together in exquisite rhythm. Whatever doubt or anxiety Beth had was washed away by the enchanting sounds of two people making love to one another. It was so apparent that they were in love with each other. Every other phrase uttered was an "I love you" or other meaningful utterance of absolute devotion. Standing like a zombie, Beth was transfixed on what was happening. And almost as if some invisible hand grasped hers, it lifted to the top of her towel, tugging it away as the fabric pooled about her ankles on the floor. Her athletic, tone body cringed as the cool air graced her flesh as her left hand brushed her neck, slithering down her ample cleavage. The soft warm light of the den, accentuating the tone, yet curvy backside of Beth. She looked as if a graceful athlete in the Olympics... so muscularly defined while retaining all the desirable contours a woman so naturally has. Women jeered in jealousy how easily she fit into those narrow, form-fitting business suits... men wanted the treasure beneath the fortunate material.

Beth was feeling sexy... somewhat liberated from the conventional doctrine of what was true love. She missed not being in love, or making love to someone you love so dearly. And hearing the woman she had been in love with since the first day she met her, crying out in sheer ecstasy, was unequivocally intoxicating. Beth hovered across the den like a radiant sparrow, instinctively bent on bringing herself to the shores of incestuous paradise. She took along a DVD as well, wanting to see firsthand the magic of a mother and son making love. As she placed the DVD in her television in her bedroom, Beth's mind wandered back to her teenage years when she had a silent crush on her Aunt. It was as if Cheryl and Christopher's romance opened Beth's mind to the unknown... the intimate and forbidden thoughts of her entire repertoire of sexual expectation.
Crawling upon her opulent king sized bed, Beth settled back to begin watching the surveillance DVD that was edited down to include all angles from hidden cameras outside Cheryl's home. The quality was surprisingly good considering the guerilla style tactics used to shoot their lovemaking. Sitting on her left hip, Beth forwarded through the scenes as she came to a romantic sit down dinner Chris had prepared for his lover. Dressed in low cut, skimpy lingerie, Cheryl glowed as her son set down her plate from behind, kissing her soft bare shoulder with utter commitment. Cheryl's eyes closed as she basked in the affection, snuggling her son with a sincere 'thank you'. Beth was transfixed... how could this relationship be so ideal... this exquisite? This was exactly what every woman could ever hope to have.

Beth thought back to her long summers spent with her Aunt and Uncle in Florida growing up. Her mind drifted back to all those hot days spent at the beach with Aunt Debbie, a beautiful and quite voluptuous woman who glowed with affection and elegance. Suddenly, Beth recalled the first time she became aware of her homosexual compulsions. On the beach, Beth lied on her stomach, fondly recalling her Aunt rubbing suntan oil upon her back and thighs. Not the typical hurried rush job of applying the oil, but nearly a loving ritual of sorts. Beth leaned back upon her bed, basking in the sweet memory of that bright sunny day... the boiling feel of the hot sun, the tempting fragrance of the Coppertone oil... and both Aunt and Niece wearing the thinnest of bikinis. It was the perfect recipe for the ultimate seduction.

Beth's left hand floated across her flat, smooth stomach with her eyes closed. In the background, Cheryl and Christopher's intimate dinner played out as countless thoughts of their sex and her unseen lust for her Aunt burgeoned. With only the glow of her television in the room, Beth's fingers danced across her lower abdomen, tickling her most sensitive erogenous zone. She cooed in the fanciful imagination of making love to her awesome Aunt there on the beach that day. "If I would've just turned around," thought Beth as she turned those events around in her mind, wandering what she would have said. What was Aunt Debbie thinking about as she ran her open palms across Beth's fleshy young thighs? Was she as aroused as Beth was?

An image of Aunt Debbie in her high cut bikini soon came into mind. Beth absolutely loved how the material clung to her bronzed backside and hips. The fabric accentuated the full flair of those spawning hips so flawlessly. It was at this moment that Beth realized where her love for curvy women came from... her very own Aunt.

By now, the DVD had reached Cheryl's bedroom as Chris stood behind Cheryl, running his strong manly arm all over her stomach while his left palm clung to her healthy breast. The couple languidly grinding their bodies together as Christopher lathered her neck with a grateful tongue... Beth couldn't believe what she was witnessing. In her mind, Beth intentionally fed her fantasy for her Aunt Debbie with the flames of Cheryl and Christopher's romance. "If these two could do this, we can too." Thought Beth as she slowly turned her sweaty athletic body into a shattered pile of pulp in the throes of orgasm. Her radiant body writhed and twisted as she found her engorged clit, desperately waiting for just the right touch to render her useless. It is so amazing how something so small could impose so much power over her entire body... she was hungry for both mother and son, and her own Aunt. As her fingers furiously caressed her clit, Beth worked out a detailed plan as to how she would seduce her Aunt, who by now was divorced and living alone. That thought along shoved Beth over the edge, into the warm cherished waters of eroticism.

Beth's night gradually evolved into the early hours of the dark morning, masturbating as she swam in the sacred dream of making love to her beloved Aunt. The pure shock of such a concept was galvanizing, adding a layer of remarkable eroticism to Beth's countless orgasms that night. She envisioned their day at the beach where both of them made sweet love beneath the sun, covered in perspiration and suntan oil. Beth never before realized the full extent of her own lewd imagination; acting out a fantasy long suppressed. And as the early rays of sun began creeping up in the east, Beth strolled out onto her balcony in her fluffy thick robe to welcome the new day. A day of realization and acceptance. She was content... happy... yet determined to get what she wanted. But her plan would have to wait... she called in sick, completely exhausted.

The next day...

"Beth?" Cheryl said over the phone intercom.

In the middle of preparing her budget for the next quarter, Beth's heart thudded in her chest hearing the voice that only hours before was screaming and crying out for her son's seed. If Cheryl only knew...

"Yea?" Beth replied, catching her breath.

"Would you come here when you get a sec, please?" asked Cheryl in a very sweet tone.

"Sure, hon." Replied Beth as she shut off the intercom.

She took a deep breath, gathering her nerve. She was going to let it all out to her boss, finally admit to her that she had been in love with her for over five years, and that she knew it all about her new found relationship with her own son. She reached into her locked top drawer in her desk, taking out the manila folder that contained two pictures of Cheryl and Chris from that day in the park.

Leverage.

Walking in, Cheryl greeted Beth with a sincere smile. Beth could tell she was so much more relaxed and stress free. Plus, she looked sexier, which was great for Beth.

As Beth sat down, Cheryl stood up to walk around to lean against her desk in front of her.

"Sweetie, I've been wanting to talk to you." Started Cheryl as she propped up her left thigh.

"That thigh was grabbed by her own son's hands during their fuck." Thought Beth, taking notice of Cheryl's lovely skirt that gave her a splendid view of that brownish, buxom thigh.

"I wanted to apologize for the other day." Cheryl started.

"No, really. That was all my fault." Interrupted Beth as she sat up.

"No, baby listen." Cheryl shot back.

"Baby? Since when did she start calling me that?" thought Beth as she knew her boss had really changed... and for the better!

"I just felt bad about you walking in... and... well." Cheryl started to stammer.

Beth knew she was getting nervous.

"Seeing... you know, me all sleepy and tired. Then Chris coming in the kitchen practically naked." Cheryl said.

"What's to apologize about?" asked Beth, knowing this was going to get good... real good.

"Well, just how it all looked. I mean, we just... slept in and..." Cheryl explained before Beth bravely placed her hand on Cheryl's bare thigh.

It was so smooth, seeming to glow in the office light...

"Cheryl," Beth started with an assuring tone. "Its okay. Really, I don't have a problem with whatever you do."

Cheryl sighed, sensing Beth's acceptance, but knew the bomb hadn't yet been dropped.

"I know it looked like we were... well, I don't want you to think I'm a pervert or anything because I'm not." Cheryl anxiously clarified.

"You know what?" Beth said as she lovingly stroked her boss' smooth thigh.

"I'm not here to judge you at all." Beth continued as she took off her glasses.

It was now or never for the 31-year-old. Damn the consequences.

"But if you and Chris have found something together, then I think its absolutely wonderful, Cheryl." Beth said, staring deep into Cheryl's eyes.

Cheryl gasped as she choked back the tears. Was she just admitting that her relationship with her own son was okay with her? Surely not.

"No, no-- we're just..." Cheryl fumbled, trying to denounce it.

Beth let go of Cheryl's luscious thigh, lifting up the manila envelope to pry it open as she took out its contents. With a confident look, Beth handed Cheryl the two romantic images of her and her son from their day at the park. Cheryl gasped in shock, aghast by what she saw. Proof of their love.

"You can fire me if you want, I don't care. But when I was at your house, I knew-- I just knew something was up." Beth said, standing up.

Cheryl looked at her employee in dismay... betrayed.

"So I hired a private investigator to tail you two. I wanted to know if my hunch was right." She explained, sauntering away from Cheryl towards her office window.

Cheryl knew she was trapped in a corner, and that Beth held the high ground in this case.

"Why Beth? Why would you do this?" Cheryl begged, on the verge of tears.

Beth looked down, summoning her courage.

"You really don't know?"

"No, I don't." Cheryl shot back, now standing closely behind Beth.

With that, Beth circled about as Cheryl saw two rivers of tears rolling down her face. The emotional impact hit Beth hard. How could Cheryl never figure this out?

"Oh baby." Cheryl whispered, going to her for a hug.

Beth held her back, wanting to confess it all.

"Because, I love you. More than you'll ever know." Beth uttered, choking on her tears.

"I've loved you since the day you hired me. And when I walked in and saw you and Chris, I hated you for betraying me." Snarled Beth, emphasizing her hurt.

Swallowing, Beth tried to compose herself. But it was starting to feel so much better now, liberated from the agonizing burden of unrequited love for so long.

"I know, sweetie... I know." Cheryl replied in a knowing tone. "And believe me, I've been thinking the same about you."

Beth hesitated. Did Cheryl just say what she think she said? But before Beth could say anything, Cheryl gradually sealed the space between the two as her hands cradled her tear soaked face. Just the touch alone melted away all of Beth's anxiety.

"Betsy, hold my calls and make sure no one interrupts." Cheryl spoke into the intercom, briefly separating their touch.

"Okay." Her secretary replied.

Cheryl's hand quickly went back to Beth's supple face, wiping away the river of tears away in a gentle stroke.

"Oh Cheryl." Beth whispered as Cheryl pressed her lips to Beth's in a gentle motion.

This was it. The moment Beth had longed for over five long years. And it was with the most graceful finesse that their lips and mouths merged together for their very first kiss. Beth raised a clinched fist to Cheryl's face, slowly opening it in reverence to cradle her boss' face. Cheryl was assertive in her desire, smothering the mouth and chin of her fetching underling. Luckily, the shades were closed so no one could see into Cheryl's office. A deliberate ploy considering her office was used for more than just business many times before.

Beth couldn't believe how soft her lips were, and where they might have been on her son prior to this kiss. Their arms entangled together as Beth luxuriated in the feel of Cheryl's buxom body... her plentiful breasts squashed against hers... she held Cheryl by her shoulders to guide her mouth deeper into hers. Low muffled moans were heard as their audible slurps echoed throughout the office. Both women desperately dramatized their neglected lust for one another. Cheryl was anxious, running her hands down Beth's arched spine, abruptly clutching her taut round ass. Beth wanted to voice her staggering eagerness, but didn't want to break the kiss.

Spinning Beth around, Cheryl pushed her back upon the mahogany desk, slamming against it in blinding lust. All Beth could do was cling to her conqueror, sliding her tongue deep inside Cheryl's dripping mouth as Cheryl easily overpowered her employee. Beth hoisted up; sitting on the desk as Cheryl hungrily suckled Beth's tongue. Papers, files, and her laptop were trampled over as both women grew frantic for flesh... wanting to feel the others body close to theirs. Still nourishing her tongue, Cheryl violently thrashed away the items on her desk as Beth surrounded Cheryl's back with her brawny legs. With a loud pop of their saliva and lips, their kiss broke off as Cheryl clasped Beth's jacket and blouse, trying to shred it away from that sculpted body she wanted so badly. Beth quickly helped her.

"I've wanted you for so long." Beth exclaimed as Cheryl stripped her clothing away.

All Cheryl could do was nod, quickly kissing her once more before tossing the clothing away. As they kissed, Cheryl's furious hands gripped the straps of Beth's bra, pulling them down her shoulders to free her smaller, yet generous breasts. Once that was out of the way, Cheryl's palms ran back up the entire length of Beth's arms and shoulders... appreciating the brawny texture before rushing to shed her own business suit off. With her legs, Beth pulled Cheryl closer as both lovers aggressively shed Cheryl's top off. And when the blouse was ripped away, Beth finally saw the most luscious sight a woman could ever hope to see. Two wonderfully large, bountiful breasts. She gasped upon seeing it as Cheryl reached back to unclasp its hook. Beth lunged for her, stopping the removal.

"Let me take it off." Beth asked in a hushed voice.

With an agreeing nod, Cheryl let Beth slowly peel off the white-laced bra from her heavy, life giving breasts. The dazzling contract between the tan skin and white material made Beth faint with passion.

"Oh my gawd, so beautiful. So big, so perfect." Beth cooed as both hands cupped the fleshy pulp in her palms.

And as Beth caressed each of Cheryl's wondrous orbs, she slipped out of her skirt and panty hose, leaving only her slender black thong on. Cheryl was feeling like an angel, lifting her arms above her head, combing her fingers through her long tresses. As she did, she suddenly felt Beth's sizzling breath cascade across her right breast. Cheryl cried out Beth's name as her nipple slipped inside Beth's voracious mouth. Looking down, Cheryl saw Beth's cheeks caved in, much like her sons was the night before... sucking, tasting, and chewing the life-giving breast. Beth's hands kneaded the sweet heaviness of her tits, pushing them together as she dragged her mouth away from the wet nipple to bury her face between the warm deep canyon of breast flesh. Lost among the buried warmth, Beth kept her mouth parted as wide as her jaw would go to taste as much as possible. Cheryl cradled her as if her own child, fostering age-old intuitions to feed from a mother's breast. And Cheryl knew all about feeding a child...

Their eyes converged with Beth still embed in her cleavage. Now, she was running her desperate palms all across the plentiful width of Cheryl's backside, cleaving at the fleshy mass rolling beneath her fingers. Beth mumbled an unintelligible craving for her ass as she twisted her hands around, running the backs of her hands up and down the rolling length of ass. Cheryl nearly lost her footing-- it felt that good. Beth was absolutely and unmistakably a tits and ass girl. Nothing made her happier than to taste either set of the mounting knolls of delicious cuisine. But before any of that would transpire, Beth craved the very source of what she truly needed.

Both of Cheryl's heaving breasts were left in ruin, completely drenched in saliva as Beth kissed, suckled, and tasted her way down Cheryl's billowing abdomen. Her left hand was beside her face, grazing and feeling the amazing flesh she was kissing. She pressed her cheek against Cheryl's smooth, tan stomach, letting out a winded gasp of harmonious esteem. It was all Cheryl could do to remain standing as her legs teetered in anticipation of what was to come.

"So beautiful." Whispered Beth, turning to admire how tan Cheryl's skin was. "I'm gonna have this... gonna have it."

Cheryl couldn't hear the encouraging prose, but felt the wonderment in each tender gesture Beth blessed her fertile body with. Beth watched as her stomach caved in, and swelled with each desperate breath. "Am I really doing this to her?" Beth questioned herself as she splayed her tongue flat across Cheryl's lower stomach, slowly dragging it along lengthwise. A wide trail of scalding saliva was left in the tongue's wake as Cheryl's fingertips danced all over Beth's head. Closing her eyes, Cheryl clutched her lover's head in desperate need to cling to any semblance of reality. It was useless.

Each of Beth's hands was now fixed on Cheryl's thighs at the very apex of her motherly width. Taking one last look at her boss high above her, Beth twined her fingers beneath the thong, curling it as she hurled it down. Beth sighed in ecstasy, seeing the luscious garden right before her eyes.

"Oh my God." Beth whispered as the sigh enthralled her.

Thousands of forbidden thoughts swarmed Beth's mind, glaring at Cheryl's enticing pussy. Mostly, Beth focused on what she would do to the tasty pussy, but then a random thought of what taboo behavior Christopher must have done to it crossed her mind. That thought alone sent shivers down Beth's spine as she lunged for the delicious warmth with her open mouth, smothering her lips upon Cheryl's lower stomach... and as if everything were suddenly thrust into slow motion, Beth sloppily tasted the flesh, gradually descending to the outer wet folds of her marvelous pussy. Cheryl leaned back, propping herself back against the desk. Her stomach and buxom chest billowed and twisted as she felt every ounce of courage in Beth's lips, swirling amidst the outward folds of her cunt. For Beth, no other place on earth was more divine than with her face enmeshed in a woman's pussy. She loved how Cheryl's pubic hairs tickled her nose... how the folded portions of her vagina gently rested upon her mouth. Magnificent.

Cheryl's chest heaved as if lifting a two ton barbell... her entire body expanded as each and every muscle fell victim to the loving regard Beth bestowed upon her. For Beth, this was divinity in its most sacred form. The succulent nectar coating her lips enraptured the 31-year-old, inspiring and encouraging her every move. This was the woman she had for so long craved... desired, and needed. Beth was determined to prove her undying love to her... Beth's clammy palms glided up Cheryl's chest, kneading the large mounds of perfection, down her ribcage, flowing over her stomach then back again as her entire mouth made a perfect seal over Cheryl's savory feast. Cheryl yelped as her body violently jolted... Beth held her steady.

"Oh fuck, baby. Eat me." Cried Cheryl, clutching Beth's mass of hair in panic.

Cheryl's mouth made an "O" shape as she felt Beth's guttural moans vibrate all through her womanhood.

"So Good... so good... yea, yeeaaaaahh." muttered Cheryl as her words helplessly fell into a string of incoherent gibberish.

Waves of pleasure bathed Cheryl's body as she felt Beth's tongue pour itself across her clit. It was all Beth could do to maintain oxygen so she could swab that pussy with her tongue. Dizzy with lust and hunger, Beth felt Cheryl's tangy thighs press the sides of her head. She couldn't hear what nonsense Cheryl was trying to verbalize, but it sounded so sexy amidst the gasps and cries. Just knowing she was able to bring her boss to the brink of homosexual rapture was all the reward she could possibly hope for.

Disregarding all hindrances, Cheryl felt the familiar stirrings of orgasm begin its instinctive rise to redemption. Beth was gonna make her cumm, and when she felt her two fingers glide inside her fertile domain, she screamed in sheer hysteria. Short but vicious jolts of orgasm restored Cheryl's awareness, but when Beth's fingertips flattened themselves against her g-spot, it was all over.

"Oooooooooooh jesus Beth... yyyeeaaaaaah!" Cried Cheryl as the first blast of orgasm shredded her flesh into pieces.

Beth's mouth then tasted a strong tangy flood of orgasm. Beth had no clue Cheryl was a squirter, and happily savored a mouthful of her most virtuous essence before lovingly swallowing the warm elixir. The broth of life inspired her even more, plunging deeper into her pussy, locking in her clit between her steadfast teeth. Beth furiously thrashed the hardened flesh between her teeth, smothering it with tongue and saliva, all the while massaging her boss' g-spot... it was a dazzling mixture of lesbian indulgence. There, in the middle of this corporate setting lie two women bent on uniting their bodies and souls... discovering what comes so natural to a woman and all her grandeur. It was the gift of unending passion that only two women could ever hope to understand.
Later...

Lying together on the plush leather couch, Beth cradled Cheryl in her strong arms, kissing each other in the soft afterglow of making love. Both were fully nude, arm in arm, drawn into the others' nearness and blissful warmth. The couch was typically reserved for clients, but tonight it would serve a much better purpose.

It was almost 8pm as the last rays of the summer sunlight filled the office. Cheryl was cascading her left palm across Beth's athletic arm, admiring the tone features as Beth lazily kissed her forehead. "God, she's so beautiful and muscular." Thought Cheryl.

"I love you." Whispered Beth between kisses.

Cheryl looked up at her, placing her forefinger on Beth's charming face. Their eyes submerged deep into the other's soul as the loving disclosure sealed their fates.

"I love you too." She replied as Beth let out a relieved sigh before hungrily kissing her once more.

Easing back, Beth glowed with love as she smiled at Cheryl in confidence.

"Why all of a sudden," Cheryl began. "... did everyone start falling in love with me? I'm really nothing special."

Beth saw a slight grin in her boss's eyes, but knew she was serious.

"Well, your affair with Chris got me to step up and do something about it." Beth replied, now kissing the back of Cheryl's hand.

Now what to do? How would Cheryl balance both her son and her subordinate? Oh, what a mess this could potentially become. A more reasonable solution seemed perfect.

"How would you like to meet Chris? I mean, really get to know him?" Cheryl inquired.

"Anything." Beth replied, running the tip of her tongue around Cheryl's wrist.

"So that doesn't bother you-- I mean that I'm in love with my own son?" asked Cheryl.

With assurance, Beth replied; "I think it's great you two came to realize it, and did something about it. As long as it's grounded in true love, and not harmful... besides, a son's true first love is always his mother."

"Oh baby." Cheryl whispered in amazement.

Cheryl glowed in delight hearing Beth give her such a blessing. The first verbal acknowledgment of their taboo romance. It was empowering, and Cheryl needed to hear someone tell her it was okay to love her only child as his rightful woman.

"Its beautiful I think." Continued Beth. "I mean, you carried him in your womb for nine months and gave him what no other woman could... life. And for Chris to come back to you as your man is awesome. In fact, while I was listening to the surveillance, I secretly hoped you two would marry each other someday."

"Marry Chris?" Cheryl responded, slightly startled.

"Why not?" answered Beth, cuddling even closer. "He's the perfect man for you. What stronger bond is there than a mother and her son?"

The prospect struck a nerve deep within Cheryl's heart, and Beth could see the wheels turning in her boss's eyes.

"Yea, you like that idea, don't you?" Beth said in a low encouraging tone.

Cheryl scantily nodded yes as she retorted "But we can't really marry, it's against the law."

"You two don't need the stupid law to recognize what you have." Beth shot back. "If you guys were serious, hell-- I'll perform the ceremony myself. It'd be just for the sake of saying your vows."

Cheryl gazed into Beth's lustrous eyes, so in awe of hearing someone encourage her to consummate her love for her son. To really take this all the way... to make it what it so rightfully deserves. And as Cheryl's mouth fell victim to another one of Beth's devoted kisses, Cheryl envisioned herself in a flowing bridal gown, standing beside her son at the altar. Yet Cheryl could also foresee someone else in the marriage... the very woman she had just made love to.

The Next Night...

His rigid cock sawed into her pussy so effortlessly. The way his hands gripped the brim of her big wide ass made Cheryl swoon in dizziness. On his knees, Christopher aggressively pounded his dear sweet mother in a hot doggy style that left both lovers feeble. The bedroom was lit with a dozen candles, casting a loving mood upon the setting. Christopher summoned his manly courage to carry on, and all it took for him to find renewed vigor was looking down to see his mother's healthy upturned ass receiving his lengthy stalk. He growled, loving the erotic look and feel of his mother's fleshy ass meat he desperately clung to... loved seeing the surging waves of her ass every time he slammed against it... seeing his cock simply disappear inside her was more than enough to send him over the edge.

"Love your ass, mother." Cried Christopher, burying himself to the hilt.

"It's all yours... forever." She replied, trying to stress 'forever'.

"Always." He whimpered like a lost child.

"Tell her you'll never leave her, Chris." Bellowed out a strange female voice.

Chris swung about in horror, seeing Beth stroll inside their bedroom holding a video camera, covered in a skimpy towel.

"What the fuck?" he yelled out, scrambling about to cover he and his mother up with the down comforter.

Cheryl held her lover close: "Its okay baby, its okay."

"What?" he answered, still stunned that someone else was with them.

"Beth knows all about us, and she's cool with it. Really." Cheryl answered, trying to soothe her child's fears.

"It's okay, Chris. I'm here for the both of you." Beth said.

Caught like a wild animal in the headlights of a car, Chris did his best to catch his breath and come back down to earth. He was so close to orgasm too.

"I don't understand." He gasped.

"Beth loves that we're together, honey." Cheryl explained, putting her hand on her son's flaccid cock. "We made love too, and she wants to help us."

His eyes shot open in astonishment. "You two... really?" he asked.

Cheryl grinned, nodding yes as she kissed him. Shutting off her video camera, Beth sat on the bed beside Cheryl, setting her arm around Cheryl lovingly.

"I'm not here to make you jealous." Beth said, placing her other hand on Christopher's leg. "But like you, I've been in love with your mother for so long. And when I found out about you two being lovers, I wanted to be in on it... to be a part of something fantastic."

"Its okay, sweetie." Cheryl whispered in her son's ear.

Chris caught his breath, and relaxed.

"What you both have is so beautiful." Beth explained. "You're doing what every son wants to do to his mother."

"So... you don't think we're sick or weird?" Christopher asked as his mother slowly began stroking his cock that began showing signs of life once more.

"Not at all." Beth answered. "In fact, when I found out about the both of you, it made me remember how much I loved my own Aunt."

With that, Beth leaned over, crawling to Christopher on her knees like a primitive beast in the wild.

"In fact, I don't think there's anything sexier than seeing a hot young stud fuck his sexy mother the way you do." Beth hissed in an enticing tone.

Her mouth hovered closely to his as her face said it all... her eyes glowed with wanton eagerness, ablaze with the purest form of sexual urgency known. Beth wanted to kiss the man who had come full circle after 22 years, to say she had the pleasure of kissing both mother and son. And all Chris could do was sit helplessly as Beth's lips batten atop his. His eyelids shut as Beth brought her full weight into him, groaning in utter victory. But Cheryl was nowhere near left out... feeling her son's cock reach it's boiling point, she crawled on her knees to point the wide bulbous head to her lower lip, languidly sipping on his life giving organ. Both women were stooped over on their knees now as the importance of this moment hit the young man hard... he was in bed with two of the hottest women he knew, and the fact that Beth had lovingly accepted his love for his mother overwhelmed his senses.

Christopher gasped as he felt the boiling vigor of his mother's mouth envelope his cock. Beth crept back, wanting to see the look on his face as he suffered through the tender blowjob. His brow crinkled and eyes closed... he looked as if he were in pain, then pleasure... it was amazing to see, and Beth wanted to do all she could to encourage him along his faithful excursion into the waters of forbidden passion. She leaned in, kissing his ear lobe while exhaling a long-winded sigh.

"What's it like to have your own mother suck your big cock?" Beth muttered in his ear.

"Oooohh God." Replied Christopher helplessly as his chest suddenly jolted.

"Tell me." Beth pleaded, placing her arms around his chest.

"It's... It's so unbelievable." Chris tried to speak despite the incessant shudders. "My beautiful mother."

Beth guided the helpless young man down on his back as Cheryl persisted in devouring his delicious stalk. Swinging around, Beth sat beside Chris so both of them could watch the splendid display of this incredible blowjob.

"Oh, look at that baby." Beth cooed cradling Chris' sweaty head. "Look at how slow she's going."

His tight abdomen rose and fell as they watched Cheryl's checks caved in as her mouth cautiously sank all the way down until her nose pressed his pubic hair. Magically, his entire eight-inch length was ingested, leaving no trace of a cock anywhere in sight.

"It's gone." whispered Beth. "Disappeared."

Cheryl's tongue thrashed the foundation of his cock sideways, sending her son dizzy with pleasure. His entire body tensed up, slamming his head back into the pillow with a cry of pure ecstasy. Every vein in his neck and chest billowed as he held his breath. Beth scrutinized Cheryl's mouth, seeing her lips wiggle around the thick base. She just stayed there, not moving... but inside her mouth, her tongue was shaping pure magic. Beth could tell Cheryl loved nothing more than being right where she was... and as for Cheryl, her reward was feeling the thick pulsing artery upon her tongue. It was the vessel that would carry the rich prize of fertile semen she instinctively yearned for. Beth was stunned by the downright lechery this woman had for her child. Chris somehow looked down at the sight as Cheryl's misty eyes opened at the same time... both hands traveled up along his mighty chest, clawing his skin like a beast... and there was his beautiful mother, mouth chock-full of cock. As the two gazed into each other's eyes, her moist tongue slowly coddled the underside of his cock once again.

"Oh mother." Cried the helpless son.

Cheryl swayed her head hearing his incestuous avowal.

With that, Beth jumped down to pull Cheryl away from the cock.

"No, don't make him cumm yet. Get on top of him." Commanded Beth.

Cheryl's mouth popped, releasing his mighty stalk from her clutches. Encouraged, Cheryl did as Beth demanded. Quickly kissing Cheryl, Beth's hands cupped Cheryl's thick tan backside as she hurried over to mount her boy. Beth desperately wanted to see the remarkable sight of a son's penis sink inside native soil. And as mother and son met in a deep kiss, Beth watched his hands instinctively clutch his mother's wide beautiful ass. Beth's face was mere inches from the apex of sexual intercourse, watching his marvelous cock twitch as Cheryl's pussy floated barely an inch from his ample head. Hearing the sweet sounds of kissing and moans, Beth watched in open-mouthed wonder as Cheryl's tawny hips slowly sank down...

"Oh my God." Sighed Beth as inch by inch; she saw a mother's vagina consume its offspring's reproductive organ.

Cheryl let out a sigh of utter contentment as her boy's entire cock reached far into her heavenly womb. His lower body lifted as much as it could to make sure he was as deep as he could go. Then, he remained there... staying inside her.

"Inside you mother." Huffed Christopher as he gently kissed his lover once more.

"Welcome home, my love." Cheryl answered as her lower back arched out.

Chris drew his cock back out, giving Beth a clear view of solid hard cock, glazed with his mother's salacious juices before rising back into her magical hearth. The two entered into that primal rhythm of intercourse as the slow stride progressively gained velocity. Beth moved up the bed, sitting beside the couple to watch their faces as they fucked each other. Cheryl's hair was a mess, draping her boy's face with her large motherly breasts... heavy winded gasps of indulgence were muffled by desperate kisses. It was remarkable to watch the couple make love like this... Beth was utterly speechless. To even fathom that the young man below Cheryl was conceived in the very womb he was now trouncing with his cock held Beth's utmost fascination.

"Oh Mother." Cried Christopher amid the shapely breasts.

Beth glanced down to see his hands fiercely clawing at Cheryl's beige ass, strenuously pulling her down in rapid succession. The look on Cheryl's face gave Beth a good indication as to the feelings of lust welling up inside her heart. Her mouth agape and eyes closed, Beth detected bliss, shock, bewilderment, and absolute shock that she was having sex with her son.

"So beautiful." Whispered Beth upon seeing her boss's intonations.

"Yea." Whimpered Cheryl, hearing Beth's comment.

Encouraged, Beth tilted closer so she could hear her.

"All those years..." Continued Beth. "... and all he ever wanted was you, Cheryl."

Beth's prose struck something within Cheryl. Having someone else verbalize she and Christopher's romance was so fucking hot.

"You raised him to be the perfect man for you, didn't you?" Beth cooed in a suggestive manner.

"Fuck yeah!" Cheryl bellowed out, feeling Christopher's stride burst with newfound momentum.

Beth's words were having an affect on Chris too.

Seeing the sweat pour from his face, Beth snuggled beside him to tempt him even more.

"You fuck your mother, you hot stud." Beth said. "She's your woman, isn't she Chris?"

Like a helpless child, all Christopher could do was whimper "Uh-huh."

"She's the love of your life... the girl of your dreams." Said Beth as Chris's athletic body soared with untamed strength. "That's it, yeeaah."

By now, his cock was slamming in and out of Cheryl's pussy, each lunge trying for a deeper insertion than before. All that mattered to him was getting as deep inside her as he could. His breakneck tempo was beyond belief, and matched against Cheryl's own efforts to smother her son made for a magical recipe of wanton appetite.

"Cumming, aren't you baby?" Beth asked Christopher, licking his ear lobe in assurance. "Gonna cumm inside your sweet mother."

"Yeah, oooohhh fuck yeah!" he cried out, running his hands along the narrow of her waist before cupping her fine ass once again.

"And mother's gonna let her baby spill his seed inside her, isn't she?" Beth continued.

"Yuuuhh... yuhh... yeah." Replied Cheryl, thrashing and twisting her ass about like a primitive cave woman.

"His seed, flowing inside you." Suggested Beth. "Your son's seed filling your womb, back where it's always belonged.

With that, Cheryl's own orgasm began its reign of bombarding delight. Short, desperate gasps for air sent her into a series of seizures. Her arms twitched, her back and shapely ass gyrating under the intensity of this forbidden orgasm. Cheryl stopped, gasping... then again, motionless as the first wave of pulverized her body. In one lunge, her body compressed with a deafening scream... and that was enough for her son, who had his own orgasm standing on the brink.

"Make her pregnant, Chris." Demanded Beth. "Make her the mother of your child."

His eyes bulged from his skull, violently shredded by orgasm and the possibility of impregnating his own mother. Beth had unleashed a madman hell bent on doing only one thing... It startled Cheryl too, but was too overwhelmed to reply... but thankfully, the exotic prospect enticed the devout couple. And in one final thrust, Christopher's hot spicy seed shot into the farthest recesses of his mother's fertile womb. Behind that was another thick rope of sperm flowing forth... And for a split instant, Cheryl envisioned her belly swollen with a child... a living, breathing testament to her newfound love. And for Christopher, nothing would mean more to him than to see his mother carrying their child. The concept of her forever branded with his love and hunger appealed to him tremendously.

"A baby." Cheryl cried out with clenched teeth.

"Oh muuuutthhhher!!!" Cried her son in dire hope as he violently thrashed beneath her.

Beth cracked a thin smile, knowing she had hit an impressionable nerve. Mother and son brutally met in a scalding kiss of utter love and lust as he kept cumming more and more. Their hands grasped the other in powerful need, holding onto each other for dear life, electrified by the intent on impregnation. And the feeling of his hot seed bathing her womb drove home the sweet possibility even more... Cheryl wanted it, and so did Christopher... it just took Beth to pick up on it, and to actually say it.

The last of Christopher's sperm trickled out as the afterglow of making love to the one you love so dearly set in. Their arms swaddling each other, the two swapped spit as passionately as they could. He caressed her hair so lovingly, staring into her eyes as he speculated if their deed had resulted in conception. He kissed her once more, drawing in her lower lip to suckle it as Cheryl almost wept in ecstasy. She had always craved another child, and what better man to be the father than her own son. If true, then Christopher would have fulfilled the circle of life... a shudder snared Cheryl just thinking about it.

"I love you, mother." Christopher lovingly uttered.

"And I love you, my precious son." She replied, feeling his cock twitch inside her.

"Tell her, Chris." Beth interrupted. "Tell her you want her to be the mother of your child."

Fear came over him briefly before accepting the sincere truth.

"Nothing would make me happier than to make you pregnant, mother." He faithfully voiced with absolute conviction.

Cheryl welled up, kissing her boy like no mother ever should.

"Oh baby." Wept Cheryl. "It'd be so beautiful."

Their ultimate confession sealed their fate. And as the lovers shared countless kisses and tears of joy, it wasn't long before Christopher's cock was submerged inside his mother's pussy a second time... however, their purpose was far more meaningful than ever before.

They fucked all night.

Two Days Later...

The bedroom was a disaster, and so was the king-size bed. Considering all the action it had seen it was a surprise the bed still stood. Lying on the side, passed out from utter exhaustion was Chris, who had literally fucked himself to the point of debility. Being the good mother Cheryl was, she left her son to rest for he would need as much stamina as he could muster for later. Both Cheryl and Beth provided him a much-welcomed spectacle with Cheryl burying her face deep between Beth's taut delicious ass, and swabbing Beth's most intimate orifice for well over an hour. Chris was in heaven seeing his mother's face sucking nothing but ass...

Out on the balcony adjoined to the master bedroom, Beth and Cheryl stood together under the bright moonlight of early summer, smoking some weed Beth brought over. Beth held Cheryl from behind, both completely naked and feeling quite playful. Beth re introduced Cheryl to the shotgun affect, lovingly blowing smoke into her mouth, followed by an euphoric kiss.

"I love fucking you." Cheryl declared licking Beth's chin with hunger. "You and that hot muscular body."

"Oh baby, I'm not that muscular. I can show you girls who are ten times my size at the gym. I'm just tone." Beth replied, admiring the smoothness of Cheryl's lower back with her hands.

"Introduce me to them. I've always wanted a female bodybuilder to fuck the living shit out of me." Cheryl replied with a weed-induced laugh.
"I can arrange that." Beth replied. "Seriously, I can. And I bet not a one of them would turn you down."

"I want a woman bigger than Schwarzenegger. Thick and big... bigger than a man." Cheryl tried to say while lathering Beth's long lustrous neck.

Beth was in heaven hearing Cheryl talk like a complete slut. She smiled, knowing Cheryl was completely stoned. Perhaps later she would bring up the possibility again when she was level headed. But honestly, Beth would love to see one of those Herculean women at the gym take Cheryl to bed. But this fantasy would have to wait, especially considering the blazing romance of Cheryl and Christopher before her very eyes. With another eloquent dripping kiss, Beth delicately suckled her boss's lower lip as their eyes paired up.

A look of concern came over Cheryl...

"What are we going to do?" asked the mother.

"We're going to love each other." Beth replied.

It was here that Cheryl began to question... not her love for Christopher or Beth, but of what to do with their erotic lifestyle. They obviously couldn't profess their romance publicly, nor could they simply tell everyone of their happiness as most women so fondly do. Burying herself in the comfort of Beth's embrace, Cheryl felt like a helpless child... powerless. Beth held her lover gently, caressing her sweet-smelling hair with irresistible love.

"Oh sweetie, it'll be okay. We'll figure something out." Beth whispered, softly kissing her head.

"Tell me you love me, Beth. Promise me you'll never leave me or Chris." Cheryl uttered, kissing Beth's chiseled arm.

"I'm yours, Cheryl. Always... always." Cooed Beth in her most loving voice, taking Cheryl by the chin to plant another life-affirming kiss upon Cheryl's golden lips.

And it was the absolute truth. There, standing beneath the full moon, arm in arm were two women so in love with each other. Sanctity poured from their very souls, enshrouding their bodies in the warmth of homosexual fondness. There had clearly been so many marvelous hopes realized in the past few days. Both women were riding a natural high from their romances being fulfilled, especially Cheryl, who had quite frankly been on 'overload' lately. But the solace of both Christopher's and Beth's love for her was more than enough reassurance. And quite honestly, she loved having both a man and a woman as her most intimate lovers. What woman could ever hope to have more?

After the women shared in their rich intimacy, they walked hand in hand back to their bedroom to find Christopher on his stomach. Roused by the sight of her son's round smooth ass, Cheryl broke from Beth's hold to crawl onto the bed and place her hands upon her son's taut orbs.

"Ooohh, you love ass, don't you?" hissed Beth as she settled beside Cheryl, only to commence her own feast on Cheryl's backside.

With a primal growl of agreement, Cheryl started kneading the masculine spheres before her face before lowering her open mouth to Christopher's right cheek. This was quite frankly an act of pure bliss for Cheryl, who had her first taste of ass when she was 22. It was an event that forged an extreme fetish for her, having nothing but appetite and lust for her tongue on an ass... and the way she lapped up her son's supple right cheek was something of a ritual for her, glazing the smooth tissue in unhurried wet strokes-- leaving only a lengthy trail of saliva in her wake.

But this was vastly different... Cheryl could feel Beth's attentive hands massage her lower back in slow, lazy motions. This was simply too much to withstand for Cheryl, who suckled the fresh cheek below... her cheeks caved in, inhaling as much ass flesh as she possibly could into her famished mouth. Her son was wide awake now, propped up on his elbows with his head hung low between his arms... he had never felt anything quite like this before, and being with his mother opened his mind to an entirely new realm of blissful passion. Slight tremors of anxiety washed across his manly physique, tinged with anxiety. Trying to control his shallow breath, he glanced behind his shoulder... and what he was better than anything he could have ever imagined in his most savage dreams.

Below was his mother's vast mane of hair, swept across his lower back. Not being able to see her mouth sucking his backside, he looked further to see Beth's face muffled between his mother's wide tan ass. It wasn't just the sight that made Christopher cry out, but the manner in which Beth tasted it that rigidified his cock even more. The way Beth's long slender fingers rested on each round sphere... how they squeezed those luscious globes every few seconds... how Christopher could only see Beth's shut eyelids and the top of her nose, rooted deep in the same beautiful ass he stared at for so many years... he watched Beth's face tediously gyrate amidst the tawny, delicious ass. He silently cursed himself for not doing the same thing sooner...

Cheryl's fingers curled around each of her son's spheres, peeling them apart as her hot breath warmed his exposed crack. Seeing the exquisite delicacy below, Cheryl's appetite grew as she lowered her mouth to glaze the inner walls of the crack with her lascivious tongue. His fists clenched the bedspread in foreboding awe... he pressed his forehead into the mattress, trying to keep his senses grounded in reality, but it was pointless.

"God, mom." He breathlessly whimpered as her tongue lathered each side of his sensitive crack.

Just as he adjusted to this glorious tactility, her tongue slowly began circling his delicate asshole. Cheryl felt every muscle in her boy's body tighten, intensely aroused at how easily her tongue could render her son's mighty body useless with just a mere flick of her tongue. Yet inside her own tender backside was her employee's desperate tongue, endeavoring to slide inside her splendid bowels. Beth gave Cheryl's cheeks a hard squeeze, feeling the ass flesh mold to her palms. With a winded sigh, Cheryl relaxed her backside... and with that, Beth's loving tongue stabbed her most merciful orifice. The carnal stimulation caused Cheryl's French kissing of her son's asshole to briefly cease... all Beth could do was curl her tongue and stab this deliciously pungent ass. Having only tongued an ass only once before, this feat was somehow already familiar to Beth... Just the mere sight of her boss's shapely ass crippled her senses... it drew her to it in some silent call for sacred ecstasy. In Beth's mind, she thought of the countless times she would watch her boss walk down the hall... wearing those mini-skirts or form fitting slacks that accented every delightful curve. Beth would always think to herself how "ripe" Cheryl's ass looked... how developed it was, and how its picturesque form remained so scrumptious and round. And to fathom that her tongue was now sliding inside the very core of Cheryl's buttocks made her drunk with lubricity. Beth made it a point to remind herself just how far she had come in attaining Cheryl's vast wealth of sensual riches...

For the crippled son, Cheryl was merciless in her ongoing assault. Her tongue had now glided beyond his anal ring, swirling inside his wondrous ass. It was all he could do to keep his sphincter relaxed while wrestling for each breath. He couldn't believe how good this felt, and Cheryl couldn't believe how far she had her tongue wedged inside her son's ass. Her right hand gently patted his ample cheek, only to stab him even deeper... and with that, Christopher reached back around, clutching his mother's rumpled mane, pulling her face deeper into his ass.

"Fuck, mom-- soooooo good. GAWD!!" Christopher cried out.

Cheryl groaned in approval as her voice sent lewd vibrations throughout his backside. His words lit a fire in her soul, only to bury her face even more... unintelligible moans came from her as her boldness was apparent. Her entire face was smothered in nothing but ass, and frankly, there was no other place in the world she wanted to be. All five senses were overpowered with eroticism... the taste of this luscious ass, the aromatic smell of her son's sexy backside... hearing his weakened whimpers of ecstasy... touching the inner walls of his bowels with her tongue, and kneading his plump cheeks with both hands... and the sight of his quivering body drove Cheryl mad with greed. She had to have more.

It was a moment that all three would never forget for as long as they lived.

"I want you to fuck Beth." Cheryl demanded to her boy, lifting her drenched face from her son's depths.

As only a good son would do, he naturally complied as Beth eagerly climbed over Cheryl's ripe ass to smash her mouth against Christopher's. As they shared their very first kiss as lovers, Cheryl got off the bed to go into her nearby closet. Beth and Chris were clearly captivated with each other as Cheryl came back out, stepping into a blue harness... attached to it was a fleshy colored plastic cock... its wide girth and nine inch length far surpassing the size of her own son's. Fastening the harnesses in place, Cheryl opened a drawer in her nightstand, taking out a bottle of Astroglide, pouring a generous amount of lubricant onto her manly phallus. Looking down, she watched her son's hands guide Beth atop him, only to grasp the spherical mounds of her athletic ass. The two paired together so well... both fit, and quite muscular. Yet Beth's body still maintained distinct feminine curves and flowing limbs... so incredibly sexy. And their passion for one another was so obvious. Beth hungrily chewed his chin and neck as he savored the lingering nectar of his mother's big ass on her lips... and there was her boy's cock, fixed on burying itself into the furthest regions of Beth's most sacred garden.

Crawling on the bed, Cheryl took hold of his cock, motioning Beth to slowly descend on her boy's life giving stalk. Grabbing Beth's hair, she brought her mouth to Beth's ear... "I said fuck my son." Hissed Cheryl, causing Beth to smile in lewd euphoria. "His seed is gonna be inside you too."

"Yeah." Beth replied back in a low guttural cry.

Chris looked up to see Beth's incredibly agile body wreath itself atop his. He knew he was about to fuck his mother's co-worker, and the thought of it made his cock twitch in wanton anticipation. Plus, his mother was gently stroking his cock with the remaining Astroglide left over, which only fueled the flames of his uncontainable thirst for Beth's luscious, slender body.

"I'm gonna fuck you in the ass as he pounds your pussy." Cheryl commanded in a more confident tone.

Beth loved hearing her boss talk like this... like a beastly tramp. Like nothing more than a fucking slut.

"Gonna DP me... yeeeeaaahh." Snarled Beth.

"That's right you bitch." Cheryl spoke, angry with eagerness. "I know you've always wanted to be double penetrated, haven't you?"

"Only by you two." Yelped Beth as Cheryl guided Christopher's cock to her sweet warmth of her pussy.

With that, Cheryl clutched Beth's narrow waist, pulling her down in a strong fluid motion... his cock stabbed Beth to her very core. Beth drew in a long violent breath of shock, feeling the vast magnitude of cock burrow itself inside. The look on her face was utter narcosis tinged with felicity. A sharp slap on her ass from Cheryl took the sting away for a brief second...

"Yeah, he's inside you now." Cheryl mumbled, positioning herself and her fake cock behind Beth's glistening backside.

"Oh Beth." Whimpered Chris from beneath her-- so amazed at how good her pussy felt enshrouding his sturdy cock.

The feelings of being completely filled took Beth off guard, but seeing the look of utter astonishment on Christopher's face annihilated whatever hesitancy she had. Beth quickly thought of where this cock had been before... tucked away safely within the very womb that bore him 22 years prior to tonight... sowing his opulent seed throughout his mother's fertile garden. Beth's back bowed, adjusting to this newfound sensation. His hands came to rest on the small of Beth's waist as he lunged at her for another kiss. Beth's tongue crammed inside his mouth as his mighty hands clutched her neck and shoulders...

Beth lifted her ass up as their union parted... as the somber feeling of emptiness left her momentarily depressed before lowering herself back atop his manhood. Being so new to this, she struggled in finding a natural rhythm to their act of unbridled intercourse. But being the experienced lover Christopher had become (duly credited to his mother), he effortlessly guided Beth in the direction that would take her far away to the realm of all forbidden thought and desire... she was about to be double teamed by a mother and her son... and just knowing that this would happen left Beth feeble.

Sizing up the lean, yet full ass of Beth's, Cheryl placed her left hand atop Beth's fawning hip. Her right hand saddled the pale beast, hinting at its ultimate target... Beth's beautifully ripened ass.

"Look at this ass." Threatened Cheryl in her lustful, beast-like tone as the tip of her phallus squashed against Beth's most inviolable entrance.

Chris halted briefly to let mother slowly impale Beth. He made it a point to examine her face, and the blissful ebullience of her agonizing ass fucking. For Cheryl, seeing the rotund head of her plastic cock encounter the impenetrable asshole was a dazzling showpiece. The girth was huge; looking like a tree trunk setting its roots inside Beth... and as Cheryl lovingly pushed ahead, she watched the head get captured by the wrinkled, dark flesh. The skin withered about the cock, causing Beth to strain in unbelievable shock.

With a prolonged gulp of air, Beth's entire body clenched together as she felt her ass being spoiled by her boss' stalk. It was beyond belief how much this hurt, yet outside the pain and trauma of losing her anal virginity, she trusted the fact that Cheryl would take her to an exotic state of euphoria under her care and love. With that notion, Beth's muscles relaxed, giving Cheryl the chance to sink the phallus three more inches...

Now past Beth's stubborn anal ring, Cheryl's hands came to rest on both hips, holding Beth as a brave man would. Drops of perspiration beaded on Beth's face as Chris could tell the narcosis of anal sex was splitting her in half. But within the euphoria, Beth eagerly contended with both of her holes being crammed at once. It was far beyond anything she had ever hoped to experience; yet laced with the mother and son couple, it was quickly becoming a much welcomed act of libidinous intrusion. Her willingness started to show more and more while Cheryl's cock filled her lush rectum. The agonized looks on her face gave way to a thin smile due to the fact that her ambrosial asshole embraced the broad wideness of Cheryl's extension. Now fully relaxed, Beth's body fostered their invasions as both mother and son endeavored to find a natural rhythm to fucking their beloved woman.

Cheryl's moist groin pressed atop Beth's ass globes, burying all nine inches of the artificial stalk inside her burning rectum.

"Yeeeeaaah." Cheryl mumbled, nuzzling her hips and ass. "You're gonna be an ass whore before you know it."

Beth shrieked, loving what she was hearing. Below her, Christopher anxiously plunged himself higher. Beth saw the dire hope in his eyes, and collapsed atop him for a kiss. This gave Cheryl an incredible view and agreeable angle to possibly squeeze her strap on even further inside the ravaged ass she so desperately craved. Looking down, she watched as her cock disappeared inside her stretched ass. The sight crippled Cheryl's sense of reason, wanting to get deeper inside Beth... just as her son wanted to, Cheryl too felt the rousing need to get as much of herself inside Beth. For her, the act of melodious unity held an infinite subtlety that galvanized every sexual thought known to mankind. Plus, Cheryl just loved ass...

Cheryl lowered herself atop Beth's back, drawing her arm about Beth's neck in aggressive necessity. Now with Beth's neck locked in the nape of her arm, she chewed her ear while whispering countless lewd ambitions.

"I have your ass." Cheryl commanded.

"Yes.... Oooooh GAWD yes." Replied a helpless Beth, amazed by the feeling of two surging cocks vacillating deep within her essence.

"You're just a hole." Cheryl angrily voiced. "Say it-- say you're nothing more than a hole."

"I'm a hole." Beth professed, feeling Cheryl's arm tighten around her neck.

Both Cheryl and Chris slammed into Beth, both wanting more and more. Christopher wildly thrashed beneath her as Cheryl's body loudly smacked against Beth's. All three's cries and gasps of incredulity reverberated throughout the room... all locked together in irresistible rhapsody that no man or woman could ever hope to resist. For Beth, being fucked by two people who were related by blood was mind boggling. Little did she know that every desperate gasp, and each vile thrust was conclusively cementing their fate. Christopher's cock was like a battering ram, slamming into Beth with the strength of a thousand sex-starved men. Hearing and seeing his mother act like a wanton whore thrilled him to no end, encouraging him even more. Seeing Cheryl's blank expression of pure lust, lapping at Beth's neck and ear was all he needed to plant his seed inside Beth's womb. Secretly, he hoped he would also make Beth pregnant.

Cheryl's large breasts crushed atop Beth's back as Cheryl pulled her back with her.

"Like being fucked by a mom and her boy, huh?" Cheryl voiced, lathering Beth's bare neck with her frantic tongue.

"Gawd yes." Beth shouted in reply, absorbing the violent poundings of both lovers.

Cheryl's free arm wrapped around Beth's abdomen, clutching her for dear life. The sight of his mother and Beth entangled so closely was like looking upon the gates of Heaven. He tried to match his mother's incredible tempo, especially loving it when both of their cocks managed to stab Beth at the same exact time. And beyond the walls of Beth's pussy, Christopher felt the thickness and stirrings of the fake cock with his own. Sensing that cock caused him to clench his teeth and spit in frenzy as he fought for each breath. The familiar awakening in his testicles began mixing together for their unequivocal journey to Beth's awaiting womb.

"Gonna cumm." Chris unintelligibly muttered as he kissed Beth's arm.

"Just a hole... just... a hole." Beth grumbled, cherishing her newfound identify of nothingness.

She was a hole... and nothing more at this point. Just saying it sounded so fucking sexy. If it was her purpose in life to be nothing but a nameless cavity to this couple, so be it. It felt spectacular being the center of such depraved lust. Absorbing the hopes and eroticism from Cheryl and Christopher was a luxury she wanted permanent residency in. She would do anything they asked for... go to any lengths they wished... just as long as she could be near them.

From within her deepest essence, Beth's body felt the anticipation of orgasm. Her stomach began fluttering like a flag in a strong breeze... her mouth agape and eyes closed, Cheryl tightened her embrace knowing her inexperienced vassal was enduring the initial impact of orgasm.

"Gonna call you 'hole' from now on." Commanded Cheryl, rudely slamming her cock deep inside her succulent rectum.

Beth shouted in defenseless approval. "Fuuuu.... Yyeeeeeaah!"

"Gonna tattoo that on your ass." Replied Cheryl, violently pulling Beth backward like a rag doll, curling her spine like a pretzel so she could pound her even harder.

Beth sounded like a possessed animal, screaming out in traumatic awe as her climax took root. Her entire body wreathed and curled, holding her breath. Her fingers dug into Christopher's sweaty chest as she locked up... one a powerful jolt, her entire body splintered as the first wave slammed into her helpless flesh. This only sent Christopher beyond the point of no return... picking up his speed, he felt his sperm curdle in his shaft, starting to expel it's potent broth. Cheryl yanked Beth back, wrapping her palms around her neck as if to strangle her... her palms pressed her neck as Cheryl angrily thrashed her about as another thunderbolt of orgasm ripped Beth apart. Christopher saw a grimace of fright and desire on Beth's face as a million bursts of light filled his sight... it was happening...
"Cummmmming!! Fuck... Cumm... cummm...." Shouted Chris as a river of his spawning bouillon marinated her womb.

The incredible sensation of feeling a man's boiling seed stewing inside enlivened her orgasm even more. Beth's mouth carelessly hung open as Cheryl's left hand roughly snatched the side of her mouth. God, she loved being controlled like this... Cheryl was so damn vicious in her vehement fucking.

"You're making my boy cumm, aren't you?" cried Cheryl, dragging Beth back for a contorted kiss behind her shoulder.

Cheryl's mouth fastened itself on Beth's as she jerked, shook and twisted in divine orgasm. Beth tired to breathe, but Cheryl pinched her nostrils to enhance the gratifying peak of feminine delight. Cheryl assuredly breathed for both of them during this simultaneous orgasm shared by her son and her lewd employee. Cheryl's arms rigidly held Beth's jolting body as it thrashed and curled in countless directions, all contorted by the harmonious melody of feminine orgasm. And Chris kept humping in delirious fury inside Beth's ravished womb. Rope upon rope of thick torrid semen baptized her luscious womb, and for a brief moment, Beth thought he would never stop cumming. Both women wailed their satisfaction in each other's mouths, hungrily chewing and licking their teeth, lips, and tongues. And poor Christopher, so weakened by the romantic lesbian lust before his eyes-- was reduced to a useless pile of muscle and bone... his orgasm blew him away, leaving nothing in it's lustful wake.

But this was not the end...

Still crushed by the persisting orgasm, Beth was carelessly flung down on the bed, onto her stomach. Quickly propping Beth up on her knees, Cheryl raised Beth's tight ass and stabbed her dildo back inside the precious recesses of Beth's delicious bowels.

"Not through with you yet, you ass whore." Hissed Cheryl, as her hands rudely manhandled both globes of Beth's ass. "Get me those straps." Cheryl pleaded to her son in breathless lechery.

Still quite weak, Chris stumbled to his mother's closet and brought out three four-foot leather straps. Apparently, Cheryl was into slight bondage as Chris discovered during one of their intense lovemaking sessions. As Chris handed them to his sweaty mother, Cheryl pulled Beth's arms behind her back, bounding her wrists together in furious lust. The second strap was then crudely wrapped around Beth's head, completely enshrouding her mouth and squashing her nose. For Beth, being controlled by her boss was more than she could have ever hoped for. In fact, as she was helplessly constrained, Beth moaned in long, blaring groans of indulgent approval. Beth loved being fucked in the ass by her hot sexy boss.

For Christopher, seeing his mother evolve into this frenzied beast was recklessly appealing. He sat alongside Cheryl, examining his mother's voluptuous body ram and buck against Beth's upturned ass. Her heavy tan breasts, swaying with each hurl, her plentiful ass and thick thighs, compressing in unison. And the frantic expression on Cheryl's face, scarcely covered by the soggy strands of rumpled hair was mind boggling. It was as if Cheryl had been possessed by an indignant demon, hell bent on fucking Beth with no regard or concern. For Christopher, he thought they looked like two savage animals mating in the jungle. And the way Beth was bound was also something he never knew would look so wonderful. Her guttural grunts, muffled by thick leather... seeing Beth's ass absorb the brute force of Cheryl's slams, watching the waves of ass flesh billow and curl... wow, this was so fucking hot to watch.

"Turn you into a whore." Growled Cheryl, throwing her head back in awe. "A hole."

Chris wanted to get into the action somehow...

"Turn Beth into your slave." Chris said as he got on his knees, putting his hands on his mother's shoulders.

"Fuccck yea!" Cheryl answered, catching her breath.

Now, he was directly behind her with his mouth to her ear. He wanted to do all he could to revitalize her deepest impulses.

"Yea, you want Beth as a slave, don't you mother?" Chris whispered in a wishful tone.

"Uhh-huhh." Was all Cheryl could reply.

"Enslave her." Chris continued. "Make her your property, huh?"

Cheryl was lost in the moment, drowned in the seductive current of total dominance. And the helpless garbled cries from Beth were all the assurance Cheryl needed to persevere. Looking down, Cheryl watched as the black phallus was swallowed by her bloated asshole. Just the mere sight of such wonder was incredible to her... and the perspiration, how it glistened off of Beth's athletic body... the crude leather straps... it was all too much for the 38-year-old. And with each mighty thrust, Christopher and Cheryl's bond made a psychological union. He knew exactly what she wanted to hear, pursuing this erotic line of thinking.

"We'll build her a cage in the basement." Chris declared, causing his mother to scream out in dire hope. "Yea, you like that idea, don't you mother?"

"God yes." She helplessly replied. "I want her so bad."

"We'll change her name to 'hole'. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Chris said again, kissing his mother's ear.

"Ooooooh, baby yea. We'll tattoo her new name on her ass." She said, panting for air between the thrusts.

Cheryl collapsed forward-- burying the heated plastic cock in the ass as deep as it could go. Beth shouted out as not one inch of the cock was to be seen anywhere. Chris leapt up to watch his mother's fleshy breasts rest atop Beth's soggy back.

"Gonna be my slave?" requested Cheryl in a hoarse voice into Beth's ear.

Without a second of hesitation or doubt, Beth's head emphatically nodded yes. The approval caused Cheryl to pick up the pace even more, shoving Beth all the way down on her belly as the violent pounding continued.

"I think we should make her a cage, mom." Chris suggested, feeling his cock stir once more.

"Yea, a hard steel cage with no food or water." Replied Cheryl, hungrily gnawing on Beth's bare shoulder as their bodies slapped together in perfect symmetry.

"Like a dog." Chris added.

"A dog would have it better than her." Replied Cheryl.

Chris answered his mother's excitement by kissing her forcefully. Their commitment flourished as he kissed his mother with zest.

"Chain her to a wall." Cheryl tried to utter against her son's lips.

"Leave her there for days." Chris answered, putting his hand on his mother's plump, juicy ass.

"Oh, you're so fucking cruel-- yeah." Retorted Cheryl with a curled lip of arousal.

"Just like a good boy." Chris said with another deep kiss.

As her merciless pounding continued, Cheryl thought of that local magazine cover Beth was on last year, touting her business savvy and that she was the city's most eligible woman. The irony that Beth was now being fiercely fucked inside her perfect ass, possibly becoming a worthless slave to her boss was powerfully erotic to the 38-year-old. That thought enlivened Cheryl even more, slapping Beth's ass hard this time... she wanted absolute control over Beth... she wanted her in every sense.

Cheryl continued the assault on Beth for another hour before passing out in utter exhaustion. Beth's ass was decimated, but was delightfully appreciated by Beth. When Cheryl's moist phallus finally popped out from her rectum, Beth felt slightly abandoned as mother and son decided to leave the restraints on Beth for a while longer. This would be a night that would forever change the course of these three lives. There would be no doubt or fear in what each of them determined on doing to each other.

One Week Later...

Beth and Cheryl knew that affairs at the office were suffering, and made it a point to get back into the day to day operations as quickly as possible. Doing their best to leave their exotic love life at home, Beth and Cheryl often found themselves stealing countless kisses in the hallway, or going to her SUV to make love during lunch. Their obvious love affair was becoming quite apparent around the office, and it didn't help matters one day when Cheryl's secretary Betsy, a 54-year-old traditionalist, caught Beth with her face buried in Cheryl's tan supple ass late one afternoon in her office. The shock frightened Betsy, who sadly put her two-week notice in the following day.

With the secret pretty much out, it was time for Cheryl to reevaluate her company's purpose and future in Indianapolis. Taking into account her romance with Christopher and how he felt about hiding their feelings in public, Cheryl broached the subject late one night after Christopher had just passionately planted his seed inside his mother's garden...

"I think its time we move the company out west." Cheryl said, tucked safely in Beth's arms. "I just feel its time we do it, and be open about our lives."

This was music to Christopher's ears. Finally... he could not walk in shame for fear of someone seeing him holding his mother's hand as a lover. He happily kissed Cheryl as the three made the decision to leave their lives behind, and go to a place where no one knew of their pasts, nor of Christopher and Cheryl's romantic prospect as a man and woman. They determined that they would move to northern California where the market would welcome Cheryl's successful company. Besides, no one would ever know of Chris and Cheryl's paternal ties... that to everyone else, they would simply be a man and woman desperately in love with each other... which was unequivocally true. And to be equally honest, Cheryl wanted Beth to follow them... Well, ordered her more or less in her dominant tone of voice Beth had grown to adore.

The announcement came as a total shock to the city's economic and business community. In the press release, Cheryl said that her company would simply shut down, as she would leave the area to pursue other interests. But in reality, Cheryl would simply reorganize her fortune 500 company, and give it a new name just north of San Francisco. But the press didn't need to know that... nor would they find out either.

All of these events made Christopher delirious with joy, finally able to live his life by his woman's side. It was his right to publicly proclaim the love of his life, and that they would forever be united as a legitimate couple. But in the back of his mind, Christopher began pondering what he could do to ensure their future together.

As Cheryl was away at her lawyer's office one afternoon, Beth and Chris had found time to fuck each other silly before Beth had to return to the office. Atop the marble kitchen counter, Chris had Beth's legs spread wide as he breathlessly confessed his love for her before he blurted out an unthinkable wish...

"Wanna marry you." He said, clutching Beth's ripe thighs in dire hope.

Hearing what he had just said bewildered Beth. "What?" she gasped, cushioning his manly thrusts with her thighs and groin. In all honesty, the concept did appeal to her, but wanted to make sure Chris wasn't just saying it to make his orgasm more potent.

"Yeah." He replied. "I wanna marry you and mom." He chanted as the sting of his pending orgasm sent shudders throughout his sweaty flesh.

"Oh my God." Beth mumbled back, in awe of his utmost ambition.

"My wife." He chanted over and over again as they kissed in renewed vigor.

The concept of a devout marriage with Chris and Cheryl touched on a nerve deep within Beth. Every little girl's dream to be a blushing bride to the one, or ones she so deeply loved rocked her to her very core. The idea galvanized every nerve in her body, envisioning herself as a bride to Cheryl, and to that woman's own son. Powerful jolts of orgasm began their intrinsic ritual, leaving Beth defenseless against the onslaught of sweet ecstasy.

"Gonna make you my bride." Chanted Chris as his cock smoothly sawed into Beth's welcoming pussy that was milking his brewing stalk for every ounce of his seed he was willing to give.

"My sweet husband." Cried Beth, clutching his arm to steady herself through the incessant shudders.

Beth's face looked as if she had just been pushed off a 130-story skyscraper. Just by looking at the agonizingly sexy look on her face sent Christopher into a furious pounding. His body raced as if a well oiled machine, equal to the heart of a high performance engine running at full throttle. For Chris, his mind was awash with a million thoughts all centering on one conclusive goal. He panted like a beastly creature, dripping in the sweat of his brave efforts.

The emotional cadence drew them closer than ever before as the matrimonial rhapsody of such a union benumbed both lovers. And when Beth felt the first shots of sperm plunge into her, the shudders were quickly replaced by furious body spasms. Chris did his best to hold her, but let go as his own orgasm crippled his flesh. This was her first encountering with a man pouring his sperm into her... and the sensation was profoundly marvelous.

Beth was in love.

The Following Week...

As plans were set into place to close up their Indianapolis office, Chris and Beth had secretly began shopping for their rings to present to Cheryl. Since Chris didn't have much money to his name, Beth gladly offered to buy it for him. Besides, it didn't matter who bought it... these two had one thing on their mind, and that was to permanently seal their lives with Cheryl in the throes of Holy Matrimony. But little did Beth know that Christopher did in fact have over $4000 saved, and that he was going to spend every nickel of it on her own engagement ring. The way Chris saw it, the three of them had created a circle of utmost love, commitment and devotion. Beth had come to mean so much to him, and although nothing was comparable to his love for his mother, his feelings for Beth had grown significantly in the past month. Plus, Beth had made it be known that in no way would she ever hope to compete or replace what she was to him.

The announcement of the closing had left most of the staff in utter shock. They didn't see this coming at all. They were a profitable company, led by two of the most amazing women the city had ever seen in over 50 years. There were lots of tears, and lots of emotions for the rest of the month before the final day of operations. All who decided to remain onboard until the very last day received huge severance packages that took care of them for well over a year. Cheryl had intentionally left everyone a PO Box in Montana as her forwarding address, not wanting the staff to know where it was she was moving. Her scheme was well thought out, and was virtually impenetrable. And on the last day, at 5pm, Chris, Cheryl, and Beth all stood hand in hand as they shut the lights off in the barren office. A flood of thoughts came into everyone's minds as they stood in complete silence. Christopher glanced over at his mother, who was teary eyed.

"You okay?" he silently asked.

She nodded yes, wiping her eyes. "It's just hard to say goodbye."

Beth strolled over, and took Cheryl in her arms as the three of them shared an emotional embrace. It was indeed a sad day, but in so many more ways, it was also the beginning of a new and wonderful life for the three lovers. Beth reassured Cheryl of her decisions as they kissed each other gently while Chris watched. In that moment, Chris envisioned the two women in exquisite snowy bridal gowns. His heart leapt in restrained joy, knowing that this sadness was only temporary.

The following Thursday, the movers showed up at the mansion to clear everything out. Cheryl had started to feel much better about everything, and was especially looking forward to moving in to their new 30,000 square foot estate north of Sacramento. But while the movers were shipping their belongings westward, Cheryl had made other plans for the three of them to take a two-week vacation in Maui. Cheryl had rented an exclusive, private cottage on a five-mile stretch of deserted beach with no visible signs of life as far as the eye could see. For her, it was a needed sabbatical before they would start their new lives in California. Plus, Cheryl felt that the three needed to refresh themselves and reassert their commitment to each other. Not that she had doubts or any fears, but felt that a two week vacation with no worries or stress of a job would free them enough to really ensure that this romance was one that would last an entire lifetime and beyond. If Cheryl only knew that they had in store for her when she arrived.

The threesome flew First Class on a nine-hour flight to Maui. Upon takeoff, Christopher lovingly placed his hand on Cheryl's as her man at long last. From this point on, mother and son could finally display their emotions in public without fear or dread. Knowing this, Christopher leaned over and softly planted his lips to his mothers in glowing affinity. Cheryl happily reciprocated his affection as the two relished the newfound moment of utter expression. Beth watched in contentment as she overheard an older woman from three rows back say in an envious tone; "Oh, those two look so much in love." Beth leaned back in her leather chair with a telling smile. "If that lady only knew." Beth thought to herself before falling asleep.

Finally landing in Maui, Christopher glowed in happiness and he was the consummate gentleman for his two special women. Opening doors, carrying their luggage, and ordering the taxi came to him so naturally. It wasn't for the sake of looking good, rather he wanted to pamper them as much as he could. And for Cheryl, having a man treat her as his cherished Queen was a much-welcomed change of pace. As they made their way to the limousine, Cheryl and Beth kept sharing looks of complete delight in having a man indulge them so lovingly. Cheryl felt like she was a teenager all over again. She couldn't wait to get to their cottage so she could lovingly reward her son for his guardianship.

Upon arriving at the hidden beachside bungalow, the three marveled at the awe-inspiring sight of the Pacific. Paradise had finally come, and now it was up to them to determine their ultimate fate. After unpacking and settling in, Beth left mother and son alone on the beach so they could watch the magical sunset arm in arm. It was the perfect apex of ultimate romanticism. Christopher sat behind his beloved, cradling her waist as he affectionately nuzzled her neck. It was impeccable.

That night, Beth suggested that mother and son share their first night together in bed by themselves. Cheryl objected as Beth reassured her that she was doing it out of love for them, and they needed some time to be alone. It wasn't out of jealousy or malevolence, but Beth just realized that their relationship needed some quality time alone. Changing into her running outfit, Beth decided to run five miles to keep herself in top shape. She knew the next two weeks would be exhausting, so she might as well prepare now for the immeasurable amount of powerful sex that she knew they would experience. And as Beth left the cottage, Cheryl had already changed into her thin white negligee and accentuated the honeyed skin she glowed with. Standing at the foot of the bed, Cheryl carelessly drew the negligee slowly from her shoulders, giving Christopher a splendid strip show. The flimsy fabric cascaded down her protruding breasts, pooling about her ankles as she stood fully unclothed. Christopher lied on the bed nude as well, but now sat up in fascination as he gawked at the fertile flesh before his very eyes. As so many times before, she saw the massive size of his solid cock, eager and willing as always. Yet tonight, in this tropical utopia, their love transcended beyond the normal boundaries... something was different. Far more mesmerizing than either of them expected.

"The other night..." Cheryl murmured quietly. "I dreamed you made me pregnant."
Christopher now stood before her with his moist palms grazing her soft arms. Hearing her say these penetrating words pacified his soul as he took in a deep breath. Cheryl pressed her face to his gallant chest, glowing in the texture and solid texture. "So strong." She told herself as her nipples brushed against his skin.

"Oh mother." He asserted, gently kissing her head and inhaling the pine scented aroma of his mother's hair. "Nothing would make me happier."

Both sighed: "Oooh" as their delicate warmth glowed in the dark. The prospect of such a invaluable gift sank in. Chris had thought of it before, and considering the number of times he had made love to her, he was surprised she wasn't already carrying his child.

"You know I've wanted another baby." Cheryl continued, lazily kissing his chiseled pec.

"I know." He replied, running his appreciative fingertips down her curved spine. "I'd love to look at you and see your belly swollen..."

Cheryl moaned in delight, envisioning his heartfelt pledge.

"... to look at you like that, and know it was because of me you became pregnant. God, mother... it'd be an honor." He confessed.

No other man could ever verbalize such a feeling. To Cheryl, most men were terrified by the responsibility of having a child. She remembered how Hank (Chris' father) practically ran away upon hearing she was carrying Christopher. For a woman, being pregnant is a lifelong affirmation of the most intimate experience known. Its something only a woman can understand, let alone experience. And when Beth made mention of the probability of it happening, Cheryl could not get it out of head. The last few days at work, she would daydream of feeling a living being inside her womb. A living testament to their commitment and taboo relationship. It would be the most immaculate gift ever... conceived in love, nurtured and ripened with age and finesse... and she knew that Christopher would make a wonderful father. She just knew it.

For Christopher, no other act could ever top making his sweet mother pregnant. It would forever join their lives in a way he wanted his entire life. Just imagining his seed fertilizing her egg and filling the very womb he came from electrified his soul. The same hearth that created his life would once more have his essence and produce a child. Their child would feed from the same breast as he did... this child would embody their very souls... and the surreal prospect of such a blessed outcome made him incredibly hard. Cheryl knew this too as she closed the narrow gap between their bodies. Looking up into his intoxicating eyes, Cheryl saw her entire life. No other man could ever hope to aspire what he meant to her. This was her son... the love of her life... the father of her unborn child.

"Make me pregnant tonight, Christopher." Cheryl said in confidence. "I am not leave this cabin until your child is inside me."

Chris balked by hearing her say that. God, it sounded just so fucking sexy to hear his very own mother say those things. "Oh God, mother. I want that so much." He assured her, meshing his anxious lips to hers in a gesture of dire hope.

Cheryl succumbed to her son's will, letting her body be cradled in his mighty arms. The gusto he exuded was astonishing, for she knew the full intent of making love tonight was to produce a child. There is something to be said when a man and woman unite for the sole purpose of impregnation. It is such an enigmatic, yet instinctive act that compels every man and woman alive. What is it that inspires a man to plant his seed into a willing womb? To what purpose does a woman glow whenever her heart senses such likelihood? For this pair, this revered accomplishment would resound within their very souls. Cheryl felt his commanding need to consume her whole... to fulfill his lifelong destiny. Every square inch of Cheryl's golden body resonated with fertility and hope. Now he knew why he felt such a stirring in his heart whenever he watched her walk and sway those wide hips... it was his inborn intuition to make her pregnant. Once he figured it out, he quickly sank his teeth into Cheryl's neck, suckling in her flesh to gratefully savor... Cheryl gasped; sensing his renewed vigor with a thin smile of delight. The young man felt his mind, body, and soul unite in flawless symmetry, as he came to know his sole purpose in his life... feeling the fantastic thickness of his mother's ass sent a potpourri of images through his mind... her healthy ass that just begged for his seed... the plumpness of those endless thighs, and how golden they were... her exotically smooth stomach, and how wonderfully content he always felt resting his head upon it. Cheryl was the type of woman who just exuded fertility and richness in every pore of her honeyed flesh. Her motherly nature radiated an intimate sense of compulsion that begged Christopher for impregnation... she knew it, and now, so did her son.

He was afire with a lust never known before. Sweeping her off her feet, Christopher carried the precious shrine of his woman's body and to the bed, the bountiful garden of conception. Cheryl loved how he lifted her so effortlessly, and reveled in the affection. Little did she know that twenty-two years ago, her child would return to her in such a triumphant and loving way, only to make her the mother of his child. The very hearth where Christopher's existence was conceived would ultimately spawn his own child... his sperm would eagerly swim back in the familiar rivers of fertility and grace, searching and pursuing the expectant egg of his dearly beloved mother.

As Cheryl drifted off into the familiar haze of sexual affirmation, her heart knew this would be the night. She was ovulating, and knew it that morning when they boarded the plane. They hadn't made love in two days, so she knew Chris' sperm count would be back up along with his vast stamina. This would be it... tonight; they would celebrate their love for each other in newfound purpose. There would be nothing held back or denied. Cheryl would do everything she could to urge her son's rich semen from the deepest regions of his manhood. The tidal flow of his life giving bouillon would be lovingly deposited back inside the very woman who knew all to well his secret for existence.

"I wanna marry you." Christopher urgently confessed as he lathered her chin with his boiling tongue.

"Oh fuck!!" conceded Cheryl, pulling herself to his strapping body. "Oh yea baby."

It was her dream to be a wife once more to the right man. It was her destiny. And as much as she loved being with other women, and being a sexual deviant, inside were the cravings and hopes of a little girl wanting to be loved for all eternity. There was nothing left to come between her and her ultimate purpose in life... it was unequivocal, and they both knew it.

Their hungry mouths smothered together as in a rapid kiss. Eagerness staked its claim as Cheryl was laid on her back with her arms around his muscular neck, combing her fingers through her son's thick hair. The inferno of lust and purpose drive them mad with desire as Christopher's twitching cock pressed itself to Cheryl's glossy thigh as he lied atop her. On impulse, her legs stretched out as far as they could go, allowing Chris a sheltered place for his penetration. A flurry of gasps and 'I Love You's' were heard in their bedroom, mixed with the harmonious sounds of the lapping waves from the Pacific outside. It was as if mother and son returned to their primal origins to conceive a child.

Cheryl's palms fluttered atop the billowing curves of her son's Herculean back, feeling himself adjust his fervent cock for its first faithful plunge of the evening. But without warning, Christopher stopped. Looking up, Cheryl gazed into his misty eyes. Like a good mother, she knew why he did... he was so overcome with emotion, and wanted her to know before going any further.

"Will you marry me, mother?" he lovingly asked as she saw a tear form in both eyes.

He wasn't blubbering or a pansy, but she could just tell his sincerity was brave and confident. But most of all, the heartrending question was something she had desperately dreamed of hearing someone ask her. She was requested for her hand in consecrated matrimony... this moment, this question blew her away. All along, this young man was the key to her happiness. All this time...

Cheryl clutched the sides of his face in her hands, emphatically giving her answer in a perfect moment of spontaneous realization. Tears stung her eyes as the onslaught of happiness and joy overwhelmed the 38-year-old vixen.

"Yes." Was all she said, nodding in affirmation. "Yes, yes, my GOD yes I WILL marry you."

The couple smiled before hungrily lunging together for a kiss, sealing their everlasting proclamation. A long, hopeful moan of exultation came from Chris as his body stretched out, feeling his libidinous cock flow down her thigh. He loved kissing her, especially in long, reassuring ripples, savoring her saliva and ingesting her luscious tongue. Their teeth collided; it was that forceful of a kiss. And for Cheryl, having been fucked countless times by Chris, every new act of lovemaking was just like the first. She had wondered if the uniqueness and fascination of their romance would fade away with time, yet here it was... several months into the romance, and it didn't show any signs of decline whatsoever. If it was this good now, imagine how deeper it would go next year, or the following one. Imagining the future, Cheryl could see her belly swollen with a child and a golden ring on her finger... elated and overjoyed as her son's blushing bride. This illusion caused Cheryl to arch her back, lustfully encouraging Chris to sip his penis back inside the welcoming folds of her sodden pussy.

Needing no more reassuring, he did just that as his cock slipped through her pussy like a hot knife through butter. And just like every other time the exact moment of initial entry, both lovers inhaled long deep breaths of utter shock-- bodies tensing up and eyes bulging out of their skulls in subtle relief and absolute shock that they were actually fucking. Cheryl clawed his back like a wanton vampire, arching her spine as her neck twisted all the way back upon the mattress in writhing ecstasy. He easily sank his length all the way as once more, mother and son's pubis hairs enmeshed together so perfectly. When Chris reached the furthest point inside her, his courageous hands clutched her buxom ass, pulling her closer for an even deeper plunge. This caused Cheryl to whimper, flexing the walls of her vagina across his ingested stalk. Chris felt the slight, yet noticeable flutters of her fibers gloss over and across his cock, like a thousand wicked fingers urging him along. His agonizingly joyous face cracked a thin smile as Cheryl hoarsely moaned her wanton hopes for impregnation.

"Feel that, baby?" she hissed.

"God yes." He answered in growing optimism.

His ass pulled back, dragging his cock out from her pussy, only to shove it back in with even more confidence. That sensation, along with feeling her fleshy ass in his palms was magical. But his hands released his mighty grip to furrow themselves in the bed. This elevated his heaving chest, hinting that he was ready to start sawing in and out of his mother's blessed womb.

"See me in a wedding dress? Your bride." Cheryl sensually insinuated in her low sexy voice.

Hearing that paralyzed her son, nearly collapsing atop her. Just that thought... that magnificent vision of total commitment was just so sexy. A wedding symbolized the unending years of a son's desperate hope to someday land woman he so zestfully loved. It would mean she would never leave him no matter what. And for her, it was a lifelong dream come true.

"Our honeymoon." She said, continuing her verbal aggression.

"Yeeeeah." He helplessly replied in a helpless, childlike tone. "Gonna marry my mother."

With that, he rallied every ounce of vigor he could muster, plunging his raging cock all the way to the hilt. Their bodies united in pure rhapsody as Cheryl's body consumed his plea.

"Oooooh fuck, baby!" she screamed out as her body strained, feeling how deep his life giving cock had gone.

"Be my wife." He commanded, pulling out once more before stabbing her yet again. "You better marry me you sexy ass woman."

Cheryl's eyes rolled in the back of her head, delirious with the unearthly notion that she would become pregnant, and wed her own son. It was such a powerful intoxicant. Her body nearly went limp as Chris saw her being shredded apart in blissful euphoria.

"Yea that's it." He continued. "See me as your groom... your own son taking your hand in marriage."

Cheryl balked like some drunken harlequin. Enlivened by how he made her so weak, Chris stepped us his verbal molestation.

"Yea." He voiced, plunging his dick back inside the depths of torrid ecstasy. "You're gonna have to marry me 'cause you'll be pregnant."

"Oh... pregnant." Cheryl somehow managed to utter in a weak tone.

By now, Christopher had found his guileless rhythm. Before tonight, he had never seen his mother so feeble and weak. Was it because she knew their impending fate, and her destined pregnancy? Did the reality of carrying his child strike the very core of her being? It had indeed.

A flurry of images rushed through Cheryl's debilitated mind. Her pregnant with Christopher, giving birth to him... grooming him to become the very man of her dreams... the first time she noticed him really looking at her when he was 14... their first kiss... It was all too much. And every word he avowed furthered her crusade in becoming his bride.

"You're gonna be Mrs. Christopher Armstrong." Gasped Chris as he felt the stirrings of his seed begin its faithful voyage from the deepest regions of his testicles.

That did it for Cheryl. Hearing that galvanized every part of her living essence. With a deep breath, Cheryl screamed out in climacteric rage. Her body locked up as her cloying legs forcefully encircled Chris's brawny ass. This was it. Christopher pulled his mother up from behind her shoulders, bringing their bodies together as she wailed in his embrace. She couldn't believe the gravity of this act of total consummation. It was then and there that Cheryl accepted her destiny as her son's wife, and bearer of his child. Not that she did before, but it really hit her at that moment. The realization solidified itself and sent Cheryl reeling into the furthermost reaches of sexual oneness and enchantment. With her lips pressed to his Herculean shoulder, she clenched her eyes shut as she felt her son's intensifying orgasm. She knew he was so close, and so was she. Her arms and legs completely restrained him as if to make sure he wouldn't pull away the moment his fountain of life sprang forth with rich fertile broth.

"Make me pregnant, oh God please make me pregnant." Cheryl cried out.

Chris passed the point of no return. He knew he couldn't hold off his cumm anymore. And in rapid, powerful thrusts, Chris tugged and pulled at his mother's tan thighs in frantic hope that he was as deep as possible when he came. He too envisioned how she would look with her belly swollen with a child. Both mother and son knew the purpose of their unity this night, and it rang a beautiful chord of truth within both of their souls. With his teeth clamped down on her neck, he bounced atop her as the first river of sperm bombarded her womb.

Cheryl came too in the most amazing simultaneous orgasm ever experienced. She strengthened her footing on his ass, powerfully drawing him in as the second stream of boiling sperm flooded her essence. Her mouth agape, she buckled and thrashed... he did too, helpless to the immense surge of orgasm.

"Preg... pregnant." Cheryl cried out with her lower lip dragging along his skin.

Both of them violently contorted and trounced each other as each did their best to make sure the seed took root.

"Muuu... mother! Oh fuck!" Chris wailed in unbelievable bliss.

"A baby." She replied despite the endless waves of taboo climax.

"Yea, mom!" said Chris, pulling her thick ass up to him.

Following that, Cheryl forced her mouth to his, clawing at his head like an uncouth savage. He met her kiss with equal savagery as more and more of his semen poured into her. Feeling his boiling essence bless her womb, Cheryl relished all she could of her son and this sacred moment.

Deep within the mother's womb, the sperm embarked on their predestined journey back home. Tonight, a beautiful life would be conceived from love and unequivocal commitment. A life created by a man and woman who dearly loved one another.

Fate had made itself known.

One Week Later...

Two days prior, Beth and Christopher had gotten on one knee in front of Cheryl to ask for her hand in marriage. It was at sunset on the beach, and a lifelong dream Cheryl had since she was a teenager. In a tearful exchange, Cheryl couldn't wait to say yes to both as they placed interlocking gold bands on Cheryl's ring finger. The middle of the engagement ring had two 5 caret diamonds (representing both Beth and Christopher's love) with an empty setting for another gem. Later, in the afterglow of sex, while still on the beach, Cheryl asked why the center setting had no stone. With a drawn-out savory kiss, Christopher said, "It's for the birthstone of our child."

Cheryl wept as he lovingly caressed her stomach, as if to cultivate his sperm inside. But within Cheryl's heart, she knew she was already pregnant. A woman just knows when her womb has achieved the glorious vitality of impregnation. It's the slightest hint of a subtle truth from within a woman's soul. She knew it the first night they made love in Hawaii. A woman's heart is replete with such wisdom and consciousness. And within minutes after their orgasm, her heart and soul knew they had created pure enchantment.

From that point, Cheryl had made arrangements for them to extend their stay at the beach house. The owners originally refused until Cheryl offered them three times the original amount. It was an offer they couldn't refuse. Asking her when they think they might leave, Cheryl said, "However long it takes." Little did the owners know what her request really meant. If they only knew.

They really didn't have to be in California anytime soon. The furniture had already been delivered to their new estate, and everything else was set up prior to their arrival in Hawaii. The three of them could pretty much do what they wanted, and now had at least a three month sabbatical at hand. For Cheryl, she had many, many ideas as to how to pass the time.

Into their third week, all three of them were burnished with deep mystic tans. They spent much of their time on the beach swimming, making love, and enjoying themselves in every sexual manner imaginable. On one particular day, while lying on the beach in the afternoon, Cheryl was watching Beth and Chris frolic about in the shallow waters of the Pacific. While the two laughed together in joyful harmony, Chris spun Beth around as they met in a powerful kiss, both glistening with warm salt water on their tone bodies. The contrast between Beth's bronzed flesh and the deep blue sea behind her was amazing. She looked absolutely stunning-- tugging at Cheryl's strings of homosexual desire. Like her son, Cheryl found a woman's ass and hips to be mystical in sheer shape and appearance. Lying on her side, Cheryl propped her head on her hand while lazily positioning her arm across the savory length of her curved thigh. She had to get a better view of Beth's nude body so she could decide on what to do to her next.

Upon Beth and Chris' return to the shoreline, the two could plainly see the wanton look of utter lust on Cheryl's face. Both still dripping and sparkling from the waters of the Pacific, Cheryl quivered seeing their nude bodies in the primitive manner nature intended. Beth's flat and toned stomach... her son's rigid cock, not fully erect, but certainly alive dangled between his hunky legs. Chris saw the exotic gaze on his mother's face, and just knew that she wanted to drink from his hefty stalk of life... and as Beth and Chris caught their breath, Chris sauntered over to where his mother lie, squatting slightly so that his cock lazily swayed across her anxious lips. Cheryl hungrily lunged for the penis, wrapping her sulking lips about the wide girth of the tip. Chris flinched as he abruptly grabbed a fistful of Cheryl's hair. She loved being manhandled like this, and shifted her body to ease the cherished blowjob she was going to bless her son with. But not before one of her most prized possessions would go unnoticed.
Now on her knees, Cheryl's back had fully arched, curving our her wide haunches, speechlessly luring Beth in with it's unblemished form and tawny skin. Beth walked about until she was directly behind her boss' gloriously bared ass.

"Oh my God." Whimpered Beth as she knelt down, placing each of her hands on each individual globe of succulent ass.

All she could do was gaze at the tan ass in awe, amazed by its succulent breadth and largeness. It was no wonder that Chris couldn't resist making her pregnant... any man, upon seeing this heavenly shaped backside would naturally be tempted to plant his seed as deep as he could. Yet for Beth, the shape and size inspired a distinct motive... hunger. Her breath grew shallow and dire as her palms lovingly spread apart those lavish cheeks, getting a slight glimpse of the darkened treasure between those spheres.

"Look at this ass." Beth whispered to herself as she licked her lips in optimism. "So big... perfect"

Beth had grown fond of speaking to herself during sex. It was an involuntary way to reassure her of what she was about to do. Plus, she found that she loved using language as an intoxicating aphrodisiac. Somehow, just hearing how sexy an ass was, or how hopeful she was to taste a nourishing breast transfixed Beth. Cheryl would rarely hear Beth's words, but at times she did, and made the moment even more fantastic.

Beth surged forward in open mouthed hunger... her eyes closed before her face was choked full of Cheryl's right ass cheek. Instantaneously, Beth was converted into a hungry, reckless beast wanting to feast on ass. She contorted her jaw as wide as she could open it as she inhaled as much ass flesh into her awaiting mouth. Her lips sealed about the plump cheek, vigorously lathering her tongue over and across the saturated meat. To some, a woman's ass was something to simply look at in admiration... but for Beth, it was something to adore and worship. Some would question the purpose of licking the cheeks of an ass... the answer for Beth was that it was simply a part of Cheryl. It was her ass she was hysterically reverent about. She had to have each and every precious inch of Cheryl's backside inside her mouth. She wanted the satisfaction of knowing that her tongue had lathered across the wide brim of those savory curves... she wanted to lick her thighs, lower back, each ass cheek over and over again. Plus, she had always admired her own Aunt's shapely busty body growing up, and had invariably wanted to sink her teeth into her lush hindquarters. Cheryl just so happened to be the recipient of Beth's aggression, and Cheryl didn't mind at all.

Chris glared down his mother's sweaty tan back, suffering from an incredibly tender blowjob. She had his entire length ingested, running her tongue lengthwise across the base of his stalk as he saw Beth's face smothered in Cheryl's tan ass flesh. Seeing Beth's beautiful face smothered in nothing but ass crippled Chris... there was just something so sexy about seeing her lovely face surrounded by the large fullness of round tan skin.

"Oh Fuck." Gulped Chris as his knees went weak.

He watched as Beth's tongue lay flat on the upper crest of Cheryl's left globe, slowly glazing across its fringe in an amazingly slow succulent motion. Even the style in which her fanned out hands rested atop the plump cheeks was remarkably sexy. When Beth's tongue reached a thigh, Chris buckled in awe as he saw her teeth hungrily sink down into the soft ass below. Beth's eyes never once opened... there was just simply so much ass to taste and savor. The libidinous sight of analingus sent Chris on his back as the loving blowjob continued forward...

Cheryl's broad ass now glistened, but not of salt water, but of saliva... happily content, Beth drew her attention to the wondrous curiosity of the darkened crevice that parted the two full pumpkins of ass. Leaning back, Beth took in the wonderful sight of deep ass cleavage that left her with a hint of a thrill... a fragment of hope and appetite. Somewhere between those two plentiful spheres lay the most indulgent and most delicious privilege she could ever hope to taste. Beth lifted her right hand, twisting it so that the back of her fingers could brush the cheek in awe... "So full... so perfect." Thought Beth as her gaze intensified.

Her eye lids came to a close as her lips fell open... ever so slowly, Beth's hands gripped both cheeks, gently pulling the fullness apart as she brought her face into the mouthwatering lair of heavenly ecstasy. At first, her nose drifted inward into the mysterious cleft... then, as if on impulse, Beth's tongue fell out to sluggishly lather the inner walls of Cheryl's ass. She moaned in aching hope that her tongue could taste more... but intentionally held back, not to rush or hurry this exquisite banquet of analingus.

Amid the plumpness and humidity, Beth whispered in triumph... "I have this ass... I have it."

Cheryl whimpered as she suffered through the tender assault. Her mouth chock-full of rock hard cock didn't allow much room for words of shock or encouragement for her female lover. Cheryl loved how faithfully slow Beth's tongue was, and loved how they were still on the isolated beach and under the burning rays of the hot sun above... it was too much for the 38 year old to endure, and released her mouth from her son's cock. Christopher didn't mind at all... he fell to the sand, and gracefully held his lover in his arms while the anal feast persisted.

Cheryl glances over her left shoulder, seeing Beth's hands resting atop her spheres of ass. She could also see Beth's face languidly swaying between her cheeks, encircling her lips and tongue around her anxious asshole.

"Oooooh Beth, your face looks soooooooooo good in my ass." Cheryl breathlessly confessed, like a wounded solider.

Hearing her boss' intimate confession inspired her even more, growling more as she brought the tip of her tongue atop the wrinkled rosebud of Cheryl's most taboo cavity. Cheryl's hands clenched in tight fists as her head fell to the sand below, gasping aloud in breathless shock of what Beth was doing to her.

"My ass... my ass." Cheryl panted in utter shock.

Her lungs heaved and body tightened as Beth's tongue coated her pulsing asshole with boiling saliva. Before long, Beth's fingers encircled the plumpness of each cheek, pulling apart the meaty flesh once more as she sank her tongue within the stretched out chasm. Cheryl screamed in trauma as Beth clutched her flesh tighter... Beth watched in grandeur as the wrinkled pucker of her boss' asshole ingested her soggy tongue... Beth moaned in absolute devotion as the peppery tang of ripe ass encircled her tongue. Cheryl's flesh began to tremble in slight signs of an impending orgasm... could Cheryl really cumm from having her asshole eaten out? Beth had to find out...

Christopher cuddled his traumatized mother, who was now on her knees and elbows like a dog. "She's eating your ass, isn't she mother?" asked Chris.

Cheryl did her best to catch her breath, nodding in pure faith that Beth could hopefully go much deeper. Beth too was on her knees as the intimate penetration endured. Chris laid back to jerk himself off as he watched his mother be devoured whole... the awesome sight alone begged for masturbation. Cheryl's ass, wide and mounting... Beth's face, enshrined between two lusciously bronzed and ample globes of ass... Beth's moans, muffled by flesh...

"God, my fucking ass... God yes... fuck yes!!" Cried Cheryl as she slammed her fist into the sand.

Cheryl's anal muscles yielded to the knifelike actions of Beth's tongue. It sank into her tasty ass like a hot knife in butter... surrounded and enveloped by the dark delicious jelly of Cheryl's bowels. For Beth, it was a feat to top all others... nothing else would ever taste so delicious and seasoned. Beth motioned her tongue crosswise, licking the inner walls of her bowels... swabbing her asshole like she had always wanted. Beth envisioned all those times where she would see Cheryl walking down the hallway in those form fitting skirts... the skirts that emphasized the fullness and elegance of her backside. So many times, Beth had wanted to simply attack her ass there at work, and do what she was doing now...

Cheryl's head agonizingly lifted up as Chris thought she was literally dying in sheer pain. Her tormented face was actually torn apart in pleasure and deep gratification... her mouth agape and eyes clenched shut, Cheryl did her best to summon a sense of reality... her neck and chest twitched in reaction to the tongue lodged safely in her ass... Christopher simply could not believe the powerfully sexy expression on her face. She looked like she had four thousand knives being thrust into her at once... shaking and twitching along, vying for every breath...

Beth shoved the two spheres of ass together, smothering her face deep in ass. Her nose and face vanished between the tan skin as nothing but her hair lay free and scattered across Cheryl's tattered, sand covered thigh. Beth then pulled the cheeks apart, and together again as each gesture gave Beth's tongue a deeper lunge inside her sacred intestines. Beth wanted her entire tongue... her face... her entire body inside Cheryl anyway she could. She was afire with so much craving and hunger for this woman's ass... nothing else mattered to Beth at this moment. Nothing. All she could think about was how tan Cheryl was... how big her cheeks looked all stooped over, and how much she wanted all of her tongue to be swallowed by that asshole... She loved it. She needed it.

An Hour Later...

Beth arose from Cheryl's ravaged ass, laying atop Cheryl as Beth grabbed her mouth, twisting her neck back for a long kiss.

Before the lengthy kiss, Beth demanded "Taste your big juicy ass."

"Oh my God." Gasped a breathless Cheryl before swallowing her woman's tongue.

Cheryl avidly savored the acrid taste of her own ass, taking long laps at Beth's lips and mouth, all coated in the sweet elixir of her full flavored ass. Yet as the two women made out, behind them sat Christopher, still rock hard and ready to polish off his mother's king size ass. Motioning Beth over, Christopher brought his arms alongside the beautiful width of the backside, grinding his manhood between the sweet goodness of her voluptuous cheeks. Beth pulled Cheryl's tongue out with her lips, popping it as she crawled beneath Cheryl's groin, frantic to watch the focal point of intercourse between mother and child. She had yet to do this, always wanting to observe the miraculous pageantry of anal intercourse. Christopher and Cheryl had yet to experience this fantastic prize... not that they didn't want it, but the couple had always been so determined to explore every possible means of vaginal sex.

As Christopher's strapping young body came to rest atop her moistened back, a fantastic recollection came into Chris' mind... all the years of gawking at those awesome hips... those trips to Florida where Chris secretly admired her plush, round ass tucked beneath the lucky bikini cloth... surveying her step, noticing how her bowling ball cheeks complimented those molten lava thighs. He remembered how at that point in his life, how he wanted a girl with long curves and a curvaceous figure. It seemed completely natural to him to be attracted to such voluptuousness. Cheryl was quite satisfied with her body size and look, and flaunted it as often as she could... and as Christopher felt his hefty girth smoothly crawl between her buttocks; he thanked whomever it was who brought him the woman he had wanted since he could remember. How any guy could ever get so lucky to land a babe like this... a hot ass bitch with killer tits and a hour glass figure men and women would die for...

It was then that Christopher thought of something that he had always wanted to ask his mother...

"Remember our trip to Florida?" Christopher breathlessly asked with his mouth to her ear.

Cheryl smiled with her eyes closed, envisioning those wonderful lazy days. "Yeah."

"Remember catching me looking at you?" he asked, running his palms along the swelling bend of his mother's thighs.

Cheryl had to think back, but quickly recalled that peculiar moment at the shower on the beach. She was washing herself off from the sand and suntan oil when she sensed she was being scoped out. Turning around with water dripping from her face, she found Christopher gawking at her arched out backside with an intensity never seen before. But as soon as she saw the look in his eyes, it was over as he quickly fled to their car. For the young man, the drop-dead sight of that black, high cut bikini atop that bronzed ass emblazoned itself upon his mind. He would never forget how the water cascaded down her arched back... how the water dribbled down the incredibly rounded arches of those golden spheres... He intentionally recorded that sexy moment in his mind, playing it back to himself over and over again for the next few years. He could not count how much of his seed was spilt from that one awesome moment... and now... at long last, he was on the threshold of burrowing himself far within the source of his most sacred desires. As he tucked his throbbing cock between his mother's cheeks, all he could think of was the numerous times he jerked off in his bed, imagining his mouth planted upon Cheryl's wet ass that day on the beach. It captivated him... inspired him... all he could ever want was now below him, willingly and eagerly awaiting their raunchy voyage into the depths of her beautiful ass.

Below, Beth gazed up in awe seeing Christopher move his cock toward the very slit her tongue was bathing just moments before. She knew there would be more than enough of her saliva to lubricate his welcomed intrusion into her precious bowels.

"You knew it then, didn't you?" he said, licking her trembling ear.

"Yes... oh God yes, baby." Cheryl whimpered as the hot cock came to rest atop her asshole. "I always wore those bikinis for you."

Hearing that, Chris yelped in awe as his body locked up. His mother's revelation struck his deepest nerve.

"Take me, honey. Make love to my ass." Whimpered Cheryl as her head swung between her arms.

He needed no more encouragement. Leaning back, the proud son took command of his mother, delicately pushing his flaming spire forward. He was assuming the place where all men secretly wished for... positioning himself as her rightful love, the man of her dreams... he would take her hand in marriage, and consummate his lifelong ambition of wedlock and pregnancy. His veins flowed with pride as he watched the bulbous girth of his cock be swallowed by her asshole. Cheryl held her breath, clenching her fists like a fiery beast... "Relax." she told herself as the shocking magnificence of anal intercourse hit her... She wasn't an ass virgin, but for some curious rationale, she felt as if she was one with Christopher. Loosening her tight ass, she inhaled a long breath as he tediously sank further inside... Lifting her head up, and her face strewn with tasseled hair, the total shock of her big ass being fucked by her son rocked Cheryl to her very core. Her hoarse intake of air sounded like a six-foot sword was slowly stabbing her...

"My ass... oh JESUS, my fucking ass!" Cheryl cried out, slamming her fist into the sand.

She loved how slow and careful he was sinking into her.

"Ooooooh my baby... so slow... sooooooooo fucking slow, yeah." She gasped, throwing her long blond hair back across her shoulder like some sultry porn star.

Christopher saw that sexy thrash, eager to shove his entire length all the way in. But like a good son, he respectfully held back. He pursed his lips, inhaling and exhaling as if to cool off from his bath of incestuous fire. His gaze fell down to her back, admiring the pear shaped backside of his mother. Lifting his palms from each glorified sphere, he caressed the narrow width of her waist, until he felt the width of her butt once more.

"God, look at this." Beth whispered to herself, in awe of the spine tingling act of anal sex.

He must have had the first three inches of his manhood ingested inside her. How she would react to his cock's expanding girth was yet to be seen, but Beth was sure Cheryl would gobble it up with no problem.

Cheryl's fists clenched handfuls of sand over and over, clawing and digging into the sand like a bloodthirsty savage. The amazing impact of her child's cock left her wanting only more. She collapsed, falling on her chest as now, her ass rose high into the air... the sweet curve of her back was elegance in it's finest form. Her wide thighs fully extended... it was all she could have ever hoped for in life... to be taken whole by the man of her dreams. No other woman could ever resist such passion... such commitment.

Seeing her all hunched over drove Chris mad with rage-- he simply wanted more... he wanted every inch of this big ass for his taking. With a deep breath, he forced himself further, sinking four inches deeper inside. Cheryl screamed, reaching back to clutch his hand with hers... an unpronounced gesture of dire hope. Encouraged, he toiled ahead, and as he glanced down one last time, he saw his massive cock completely vanish inside the amazingly beautiful ass. His body tightened, bewildered by how incredibly warm and soft her ass felt. He had done it... he had really made this happen. For all the years of hoping, wanting, and desperately needing... he had triumphed in glorious success. The idea of this fulfillment gave Christopher wings of utter brilliance, soaring in the Heavens of rapture and divinity. Cheryl sensed her son's euphoria, and deliberately swayed her ass about, luring him like an exotic belly dancer... For her, it was just one more step in the direction of complete unity with her man. The overwhelming sensation of her ass wholly filled was beyond all comprehension and thinking. He felt so huge inside... so plentiful, but as he withdrew and stabbed her ass once more, the dull pain was thankfully fading away. She had consumed his semen in her stomach... in her pussy... now; it was time for her buxom ass to summon the seed from the deepest recesses of his testicles. That thought alone made Cheryl shout out in salacious awe. She wanted all of Hawaii to know her son's big raw cock was filling her ass.

The couple had fell into an impulsive rhythm as Beth looked on. It was an amazing feat to see that piercing, hot cock easily sink into that beautiful ass. Christopher's stride was like a well-oiled machine, "sawing" in and out of the smooth, moist asshole he simply couldn't believe he was inside of. All those years looking and desirous of... Beth crawled up so she could watch the reactions on Cheryl's face as the relentless pounding continued. Frantic for a touch, Cheryl violently clutched Beth, frantically kissing her with newfound zest. Amid the voracious kisses, Cheryl kept uttering phrases of traumatic amazement. "My ass, baby." "Fucking me so deep... so deep, Beth."

"Yes." Hissed Beth, wildly chewing Cheryl's chin. "You should see the look on his face."

Cheryl screamed; forcing Beth down to the sand as Cheryl did her best to absorb the constant smacking from their powerful, unrelenting sex. Beth's face was upside down from Cheryl's, but did their best to keep kissing each other throughout this dynamic act of absolute intercourse. Cheryl kept telling Beth how good it felt... how big her son was, and how she had always wanted to be her child's ass whore. Beth encouraged her lover with words of devotion and love... their kisses were deep and meaningful, convincing and sure.

"I wish my tongue could go as deep as his cock." Beth voiced, chewing on Cheryl's ear.

Cheryl imagined that tongue in her ass, kissing Beth with renewed confidence.
The cadence of Cheryl and Christopher's sex was amazing to watch as their bodies loudly slapped together. His fingers dug deep into the burnished flesh of her ass to steady his pose, watching in wonder as her ass ceaselessly ingested all of his eight-inch length. He easily glided in and out of that heavenly ass he so loved... Every amazing stroke and each desperate plunge he took was so much better than the last.

"I... I can't believe this. I have you... I have you, muuu... mother...." He managed to confess despite the hoarse panting.

Cheryl somehow managed to glance back across her shoulder, and saw Chris staring up in the sky... he looked as if he was about to cry. His face said it all... "How could I be so lucky? How can I ever thank you (God) for this?" But as his eyes came back to lock with hers, his misty-eyed fascination was so clear. He had truly achieved the most glorious gift known to man... and as he mouthed 'I love you', Cheryl's eyes stung with tears as he grasped her waist with renewed vigor, pulling her wide ass back at him with unwavering strength. Watching the sexy ripples of stamina wash across the golden width of her ass, Christopher metamorphosed into an untamed brute.

"You should've fucked my ass that day in Florida." Growled Cheryl, shoving her ass back at her son. "I would have let you, too."

That revelation did it... Chris' chest and neck tensed in wondrous strength, as if he were going to explode. His cock split her ass in half, stabbing her to her very core. He simply couldn't get deep enough.

"Your ass." He whimpered, seeing the wetness of her asshole gulping the glistening sheath of his cock. "I have this ass."

His fingernails entrenched themselves on her buttocks, shifting his body for a deeper plunge. With sweat now drizzling from his face upon her cheeks, Chris's rhythm stepped up as the majestic act of lovemaking invoked his living essence. He felt it as she did, and coaxed him even more with her sexy prose.

"You're gonna cumm in my ass, aren't you?" Cheryl pleaded with him.

He nodded, trying to sustain his strength. All he could do was look at those two ascending moons of ripe delicious ass, and how quickly his steamy cock vanished inside the bowels of his lover...

"Think about my ass." Cooed Cheryl. "Think about that day at the beach."

He was a well-oiled machine, equal to a battering ram, in and out of the glowing orbs of rich ripeness that begged for his seed. Feeling the potency of his swelling orgasm and the bountiful hope in his heart, his eyes remained fixed on the prize... that ass... that big wide ass.

"Think how big my ass will get when I'm pregnant." Cheryl voiced. "You'll have more to love."

"Yes." Hissed Beth, suckling from Cheryl's large dangling breast.

The thought of his mother carrying his child was too much. With a series of hasty lunges, the first tidal flow of savory sperm flooded the scalded insides of Cheryl's bowels. She went into spasms, falling atop Beth again as another syrupy rope of rich semen erupted from his cock. He screamed in traumatism, locked up in the fierce agony of resplendent orgasm. Another river of sperm flowed... and another... and another... his teeth clenched in tormenting bliss as her child's boiling seed baptized the insides of Cheryl's ass. The outpouring of life sent Cheryl into that familiar zone of ecstasy, but his seed felt far more brisk in her ass than in her womb... it felt wonderful... absolutely divine. It was as if all of Heaven and Earth converged on this one moment, this one act of absolute consecration. Nothing was more sacred to the couple than each other... they would adore each other in every imaginable way known.

That evening, Chris lovingly fucked his mother's ass two more times before falling asleep with his cock still tucked safely inside. The next morning, Cheryl awoke her son with a delicate blowjob before mounting him again, but this time in her pussy. With Beth still asleep, the couple quietly forged ahead with the hopes of conceiving a child together. Cheryl soothingly whispered her hopes into her son's ear as he saturated her womb with his rich seed. What sent him over the edge was when she spoke of her belly swelling with a baby... just knowing their lovemaking was meant to bear children was a profound inspiration for the young man. It felt wonderful trying to go as deep as he could, trying to bury his seed as deep as he could... holding those motherly hips tightly... trusting that he would impregnate the very womb he came from.

Four Weeks Later...

Cheryl made no mention of her trip to Walgreens to purchase the EPT the night before. Since the directions specified that the test be done in the morning, Cheryl wanted to surprise her lover should the news be in their favor. It was a moment all women know... the sheer anticipation of what could be... what should be.

Cheryl stood at the foot of the bed, taking in the sight of her son's magnificently handsome nude body. They were alone since Beth had fallen asleep outside in the hammock they had put up. Cheryl slowly reached up, pulling away the thin spaghetti straps of her sexy lingerie from her bare shoulders, falling about her shapely, hourglass figure. The silk material pooled about her feet as she crawled under the covers, soothingly grazing her palm across her son's hunky tan chest. She glowed with affection while caressing her lover's frame, imagining how beautiful their children would grow to become. Gazing at his peaceful slumber, Cheryl envisioned their entire lives together as husband and wife... that beautiful glow she had so longed for. That emotional serenity inside her womb... a life growing inside her... conceived in unconditional love and devotion.

"Baby?" whispered Cheryl as she kissed his lips gently.

Chris stirred as his eyes opened to see a warm smile on his lover's face. It was a noteworthy scene he would never grow tired of seeing. The beautiful face of the love of his life... the woman who gave him so much.

"G' morning." She peacefully whispered as he took her hand in his.

With a lengthy kiss, Cheryl caressed his jaw with a lone fingertip.

"You're going to be a daddy, Mr. Armstrong." She said with a telling grin.

Chris instantaneously sat up, taking her by the shoulders. "Are you serious?" he demanded to know with a smile.

Tears filled her eyes when she nodded yes. Without effort, he took his woman in his arms and brought his lips to hers in a profound kiss. Happiness took over, as they couldn't kiss each other fast enough. Chris was ecstatic, cradling her as if nothing else mattered... in all honestly; nothing else did matter. It was one of the most enchanting moments in their entire lives. They had really done it... they had set out to do what nature called them to do. Embracing their fate as nature intended.

They basked in the afterglow of unity, cuddling and attentive to the other's needs. Before long, Cheryl felt her son's aroused manhood making its presence known. But instead of jumping on it with the usual gusto, Cheryl gently ran her fingertips across his delicate girth in open mouthed wonder... they both watched her touch his cock as Cheryl contemplated the meaning of their dedication to each other. There was a live being in her fertile womb. Truly inside her. And, he had toiled, sweated, screamed and struggled with every ounce of his humanity to put it there. He had recreated himself in the identical dwelling that he had been molded from. Just the thought of such magnificence sent a spasm of wicked pleasure surging through his cock.

"This is the reason I live." She whispered in awe. "I created this... and now, it's come back to make me whole again."

"Yes." Christopher soothingly said, lightly kissing her neck and face. "Who would ever guess I would come back and father a child with you?"

"Oh baby." Cheryl quietly replied, basking in his glorious affection. "I always knew you would come back to me. It was just a premonition I always had."

"I did too." He spoke, running the tip of his fingers down her neck and breasts.

"I want a dozen children with you." Chris said, cupping the breast he knew would feed their child.

"Oooohh." Purred Cheryl with a vivid smile. "I don't think I could handle all that."

"Then maybe two more." He added.

They opened their eyes, gazing at each other in profound significance. They knew full well that this was the moment they had dreamt of for so many years. They had overcome so much to achieve the unattainable. Both knelt before one another, arm in arm as they lovingly shared the beauty of the other's soul. Christopher stroked his mother's exquisite face, remembering all the years of hopeful gazes and stolen looks... in his eyes; she beheld the love of a true man. The flawless devotion so many women spend an entire lifetime looking for, and rarely ever find. Yet here it was, in the purest sense with a man she carried in her womb for nine months. A man she ultimately granted life to, only to euphorically return to become the love of her life... her partner in life, husband... bedmate... and now, as beautiful as it sounded... father of her child.

The lovers gently crept towards each other, slowly and assuredly as their lips softly enmeshed. If there was one thing these two had mastered was the ability to partake in a drawn out, eloquent kiss. Their kiss lasted for under half an hour before he gently guided their bodies back upon the bed... their slow gliding motions heightened the awareness in their hearts. And as Christopher laid on his back, his mother suggestively crawled atop him as his palms naturally found their rightful place on her big wide ass.

A gasp escaped Cheryl's lips as his cock disappeared inside her once again.

"Mother." He quietly declared.

She loved how he said that word. It just sounded so fucking sexy.

They made precious love all morning.

The Next Day...

Beth was ecstatic when told of her joyous news. She immediately wanted to take the lovers shopping and begin the entire pregnancy process. But in their joy and delight, Cheryl wanted the three of them to sit down and seriously discuss their lives, and their anticipated wedding. She felt it was time to really get serious about their relationships, and take it to the next level.

Over dinner that night, the threesome agreed on a date for their wedding. Chris left the smaller details to Beth and Cheryl, but asked to write the vows. They also decided they would marry here in Hawaii since their child was conceived here. But what to do about their belongings that had been waiting for them in California for over two months now? The three went round and round as to what they should do... finally, it was Beth would have the astonishing idea late that evening while enjoying their drinks on the front porch overlooking the beach.

"Why don't we start up a resort for other couples like us?" Beth suggested.

"What do you mean, like us?" Chris shot back.

Beth continued; "Like for others who are spinning their wheels, trying to figure out their feelings for their mothers or whoever."

"Like a resort for struggling couples?" Cheryl said, sitting up in curiosity.

"Exactly. Like when I hired the investigator for you two, he said how common it was for him to see other mothers and sons in love." Beth said, standing up to rally her troops. "They could come here, spend a week or two in paradise, and we could provide support and counseling. I mean, come on-- if this isn't the place to be romantic, I don't know what is!"

Beth could see the wheels of entrepreneur-ship spin in Cheryl's eyes.

"There is a huge community of incest couples like us." Beth added with a twinkle in her eye, inspired by the money they could make. "Just think if we found something like this before we came here? I'd have paid anything to get you two out here!"

"We could buy this property and build some cottages." Cheryl added.

"I could design the website, and hook it up with the incest websites I found before mom and I fell in love." Chris injected, sitting up in excitement.

"Do we have the capital?" Cheryl wanted to know.

"I'll draw up a budget, but I don't see money being an issue here." Beth offered.

Cheryl said; "Well if we really are serious about this, then we'll need to have everything moved down here to Maui."

"So?" Beth quipped back. "Instead of marketing products and services we could care less about, this would be something all three of us believe in."

Beth had a very good point.

Cheryl stood up, taking Beth by the hand as she deeply kissed her in extravagant congratulations.

"Beth, you are a fucking genius." Cheryl proclaimed after savoring her fiancée's lips. "Let's do it!"

"But after we get married." Chris added, walking up to put both of his hands on both women's asses.

Cheryl cracked a loving smile of coherence. "Right... after we're married."

Christopher embraced the women with tender devotion, kissing Beth full on the lips. The perfect conclusion to a wonderful new idea.

Two Weeks Later...

Beth was put in charge of hiring the people needed for their ceremony. They wanted a small string arrangement to perform the music and a new age minister to perform the actual ceremony. With the date set for two weeks, Beth quickly arranged for the flowers and decorations. Chris had chosen the location... a high cliff overlooking the island with a waterfall below them, and a majestic breathtaking view of the pacific all around. They would exchange their vows precisely at sunset, and once the ceremony was over, the minister would take the three to the waterfall below to submerge them into the cool waters below... an ancient practice used by the natives to christen newly wed couples, or threesomes in this case. There, they would have the option to spend all night together with opulent amenities.

Beth and Cheryl graciously agreed on wearing identical wedding gowns at the service... pure white, strapless gowns that were lowly cut in the back. Cheryl had mentioned that Christopher would love seeing their bare backs, and that the cut should end at the very top of their ass cleavage. Two elaborate headdresses were specially made for the women, garnished with native white flowers of Hawaii... veils would embellish their enchanting faces. Chris had decided on a more traditional black tuxedo that highlighted his princely frame.

Wedding Day... Christopher woke up that morning with his head snuggled at the base of his mother's back. He loved sleeping there, saying he wanted every day to start with a widespread view of Cheryl's awe-inspiring ass. Quietly slipping out of bed, Christopher didn't want to jinx the old adage that it was unlucky to see your bride on her wedding day. Heading out before the women awoke, Chris set out on his daily five mile run before returning back to clean up. At that time, both Cheryl and Beth had left to get ready. This would be a day that would forever be cherished and upheld as a day of ultimate triumph and love.

Beth had hired two of the best hair and makeup girls in Maui. Not that it mattered to the guests (they only had two witnesses, four musicians, the minister, and themselves), but they wanted to be as beautiful as they could for their fiancée'. Chris meanwhile, spent the hours prior to the ceremony playing golf with some local buddies he made. His friends congratulated him over and over again as they couldn't believe he was marrying two women... it was every guy's dream, but never would he confess that one of his brides was his mother. They didn't need to know that.

The string quartet began their elegant rendition of "After All"; a song Cheryl, Beth, and Chris decided was their theme of their relationship. A melodious duo sang their glorious theme as the ceremony began...

Well, here we are again; I guess it must be fate. We've tried it on our own, But deep inside we've known We'd be back to set things straight.

I still remember when Your kiss was so brand new. Every memory repeats, Every step I take retreats, Every journey always brings me back to you.

After All the stops and starts, We keep coming back to these two hearts, Two angels who've been rescued from the fall. After All that we've been through, It all comes down to me and you. I guess it's meant to be, Forever you and me, After All.

When love is truly right (This time it's truly right.) It lives from year to year. It changes as it goes, Oh, and on the way it grows, But it never disappears,

Always just beyond my touch, You know I needed you so much. After All, what else is living for?

Both now in tears, Cheryl and Beth took each other's arms as they began their fateful walk down the aisle with "Canon in D" unforgettably performed by the string quartet. Standing with the minister, Christopher gazed at the heavenly women making their way towards him... he marveled at how dazzling both women looked in their form fitting gowns. His eyes went up and down his mothers' hourglass figure, envisioning the dress slowly slipping off later that night. How he ever landed such a woman was still a notion that blew him away... and how he landed a hot sexy vixen like Beth was something he still couldn't believe. All of these implausible ideas raced through his head as tears stung his eyes... the years of struggling and denial... the unattainable thought of actually marrying his own mother, taking her as his beloved spouse... the mother of his child... his cherished matriarch. Chris wiped his brow in absolute wonder.

Christopher stood between Cheryl and Beth as the minister began his thoughtful sermon. In it, he spoke of how special a mother's love was to a son, and how natural it was for a son to take his mother's hand in marriage... He spoke of the instinctive circle of life, in addition to a son ultimately blossoming into the man for his woman. From there, the minister's focus shifted to Beth and Cheryl, and how significant a woman's heart is to another. "In life," the minister began. "... a woman needs the attention of a like-minded soul. A woman's heart can truly understand the meaning of depth and tenderness in those moments throughout life when a man's touch cannot bring the prudence of emotion and affection. Both Cheryl and Beth realize this necessity in life, and have embraced their fate with undying faith."

Turning to gaze upon their groom, Christopher faithfully uttered these words...

"I, Christopher, take you, Beth Monroe and Cheryl Hearn, to be my friends, my lovers, and the mothers of my children and my devoted wives. I will be yours in times of plenty and in times of want, in times of sickness and in times of health, in times of joy and in times of sorrow, in times of failure and in times of triumph. I promise to cherish and respect you, to care and protect you, to comfort and encourage you both, and stay with you, for all eternity."

A tearful Beth faced both mother and son, crying as she spoke...

"Entreat me not to leave either of you, or to return from following after you, For where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay. Your people will be my people, and your love will be my love. And where you die, I will die and there I will be buried. May fate do with me and more if anything but death parts you both from me."

Finally, Cheryl turned to face the man she had bore, the man she raised and loved... and with conviction and assuredness, she declared these words...

"I, Cheryl, take you Christopher, to be my husband, to share the good times and hard times side by side. I humbly give you my hand and my heart as I pledge my faith and love to you. Just as this ring I give you today is a circle without end, my love for you is eternal. Just as it is made of incorruptible substance, my commitment to you will never fail. With this ring, I thee wed."

All three were overwhelmed with tremendous joy as the minister gave his blessing over the exchange of their rings.

"And now, in the presence of love and commitment, these three souls have united together in Holy Matrimony. Cheryl and Beth have surrendered their names to their husband as a pledge of eternal glorification of their love. Now, for the first time, I happily present to you... man, mother, and wife... as one. Mister and Misses Christopher Armstrong. You may kiss your lovely brides." Pronounced the minister.

With that, Chris took his blushing brides together, sharing a long kiss in harmonious unison. Tears fell from Cheryl's face as Beth leaned back...

"Kiss your bride, Christopher." Beth whispered, motioning Chris to kiss Cheryl.

Chris leaned in, scooping up his radiant bride in overjoyed ecstasy as he spun her around. They laughed as they settled down for a lengthy kiss as husband and wife. Beth glowed in such joy, knowing that they had achieved a long far greater than anyone had ever expected. Although Beth was now married to them, she knew full well that this marriage was about Cheryl and Christopher. She wasn't a fifth wheel or extra baggage, but viewed her role in their marriage as "an extra bonus" for the newly christened lovers. Plus, she too wanted to emphatically bear Christopher's children as soon as she could.

Four Years Later...

"Welcome to the Garden of Eden." Read the colorful banner posted along the top of the ceiling, the fruition of Cheryl, Chris, and Beth's idea four years ago.

Strolling inside the beach side mansion of the Armstrongs, a nervous mother and son took in the grand vista of the tropical backdrop of the wide open, illuminated foyer of their home. The lovely, yet shy mother, all of 45, glanced over to see a beautiful photo montage hanging on the wall... stepping over to get a closer look, she saw over a dozen captivating pictures from Christopher and Cheryl's wedding. Above the framed pictures was a bronze plate inscribed with the words "The man and wife fate had predetermined."

Seeing those words struck a cord deep inside her heart. Swallowing her anxiety, the mother followed her curiosity. The pictorial followed the lives of Chris and Cheryl, from birth, birthdays and vacations, and to eventual marriage. The woman simply couldn't believe how absolutely gorgeous this display was. Next was their wedding vows, elegantly written in calligraphy. The expressive, profound wording left the woman paralyzed.

"Oh my God." She whispered to herself.

From there began a new assortment of pictures labeled "Our Precious Children". The mother held her breath in teetering hope as she glanced back at her son, who too was gazing at the amazing display. They shared a slight smile as an attractive young Hawaiian woman sauntered down the staircase, greeting them with a smile.

"Ah, I see you found their collage!" said the bright-eyed 24-year-old brunette, dressed in a provocative short white skirt and a scantly clad top. "I'm Jasmine, and I'll be your personal guide during your stay with us."

The mother turned to see Jasmine step to her with an extended hand. After shaking hands, Jasmine turned to the 25 year-old son, who was understandably timid.

"Ah, this must be the handsome son?" Jasmine seductively asked.

She and the son shook hands as the mother marveled at the beauty of the mansion, and the touching pictorial she saw.

"I'm sorry the Armstrongs aren't here to personally welcome you." Added Jasmine. "They're actually at the hospital giving birth to their fourth child."

"Fourth child?" asked the shocked mother.

"Yes." Explained Jasmine, walking over to show the couple the pictures. "Cheryl and Chris' first was a baby girl named Dahlia. Isn't she beautiful? Their second is Stephen, the 'little light of joy' we call him here. Their third is Kalia, meaning 'Beauty' in Hawaiian." Jasmine said, stepping back to admire the glory of their healthy and charming children.

"And this is their fourth?" asked the deeply touched mother.

"Yes. But the first between Christopher and Beth." Replied Jasmine.

The bewildered mother turned to look once more at the magnificence of Christopher and Cheryl's' loving journey. Jasmine knew the mother was smitten by the possibility of such a union.

"Amazing, isn't it?" Jasmine said in a more loving tone.

"It is. So magnificent." Replied the mother. "And their children are so... so beautiful."

Jasmine stood between the couple, taking their hands with hers as her exotic smile glowed once more.

"And what you two have done is so beautiful." Said Jasmine. "Both of you have taken the first step in realizing your destiny."

The handsome young son looked down as the mother blushed. "Chris and Cheryl were a lot like you two when they first realized their love. They also felt horrible for feeling the way they did. But see, they didn't have 'The Garden of Eden' to come to so they could hash out their emotions. Here, there is no shame... no guilt, no judgement. Just love."

With that, Jasmine led the couple through the sultry grounds of the retreat. The bright sun of the day cast a vivid glow to the atmosphere as the mother and son strolled past the bar where they saw a few couples lounging around, talking and enjoying themselves. Most of the women were middle-aged mothers... some were daughters in their early 20's. But everyone was dressed in beautiful gowns and/or skimpy attire.

Making their way beyond the outdoor lounge, they passed by a mother and son who were nestled in a hammock, taking pleasure from a serious make out session. The newcomers gasped in awe as Jasmine led them to their private beach house they would spend the next two weeks in.

Later that evening...

Over one hundred lit candles decorated a warm, cozy bedchamber adjacent to a bathhouse. Flowers garnished the bedroom as soft romantic string music played in the background. From behind a velvet curtain stepped the new arriving mother, dressed in a thin black robe that was completely see through... as she slowly made her way to the center of the room, a glass door parted as her son stepped in to see his shapely beautiful mother waiting for him. He too was in a robe, but thicker and tightly tied around his waist.

Holding his breath, the 25 year-old man beheld the awesome sight of his mother's shape and sexy figure.

"Isn't she beautiful?" asked Jasmine, who stepped up from behind the mother, running her hands along her supple shoulders. "Tell her how beautiful she is."

"She's so hot." Said the breathless son.

"Talk to her, not me." Jasmine uttered, caressing his mother's flesh with her appreciative hands.

The mother's eyelids pulsated, knowing that she was in the same room with her handsome child. Anticipation... fear... expectation... all of it hit her... the candles, the romantic setting. What else was needed to foster pure love between a mother and her son?

With that, Jasmine's fingers dropped the black robe from the mother's voluptuous body. She gasped, knowing she was fully vulnerable to her son.

"Come to your mother." Jasmine hissed, running her wide-open palm across the mother's smooth stomach, enticing the young man to plant his seed back inside the womb of his origin...

The couple fell into each other's arms as their mouths converged together in a lustful kiss. It had begun... another union of a couple determined to break the bonds of shame and wrongdoing. Jasmine stepped back to see their flesh press together in luscious elegance. The son's hands, much like Christopher's instinctively fell back to the broad sweeping fullness of her king-sized ass.

"Make love to me, my son." Whispered the mother as his tongue lathered his mother's bare neck.

That night, the lovers came together in perfect rhapsody, making them the honorary 200th couple to successfully finish the program.

It was... as fate would have it.