Carpe Diem

David slowly walks to the head of the bed. Momentarily is busies himself with something on his phone. He then carefully sets it down on the bedside stand, propping it up between the lamp and the clock. Linda realizes he was placing it so that the camera pointed at the bed. He was recording this!

Standing back up he looks down at her and smiles a dashing handsome smile.

"Mmmmph!" She pleads.

Crossing his arms he reaches down and grabs the bottom of his t shirt. In one smooth motion he peels it up off of his body. Just for a moment Linda cannot help but admire her son's chiseled bronze upper body. Six pack abs, a narrow waist, v taper torso, wide thick pecs, round muscular shoulders, and well defined arms. David had been exercising...a lot!

He drops his shirt to the ground and undoes the button to his shorts.

Linda shakes her head. "Mm, Mm, Mm!" She begs. No, no, no!

"I love you too." He whispers, he unzips then lets go his shorts. They fall down over his legs to the floor. Linda sees his legs were as tanned and defined as his upper body. Her eyes scan over his young firm fit body. How much he looked like his father when Frank was that age. It was...uncanny. She also sees he was wearing an ultra tight pair of black bikini briefs. His manly bulge prominent. "Remember what you told me Mom? Carpe diem. Remember you used to tell me that? Seize the day. That's what you said."

He leans down and runs his fingertips across her exposed thigh. She trembles at his touch. The light brush of his fingers felt like a match thrown to into a field of dry grass, a burning rush spreads from the point of contact and lights up every nerve in her body.

"God...my god." He sits down on the edge of the bed to her left. His eyes and hand run up over her hip, across her corset, then squarely onto her left breast. He cups it in his hand and stares at it like fragile piece of fine art. "My god you are beautiful."

In his eyes she didn't look like whore. She looked like an angel.

He mutters under his breath. "Dad...he doesn't deserve you." He squeezes her full breast in his large hand. "He can't...appreciate you...like I can."

"Mmmm." She whines. Her mind wails. This wasn't happening, this couldn't be happening. Her body BEGGED for his touch. Her body got its wish.

His left hand switches to her other tit as he turns and grabs her closer one with his other hand. He squeezes both hands at once and with swiftness and confidence that takes Linda off guard he leans down to give her right nipple a wet slurping lick across it. Her powder keg body nearly goes off right there.

"MMmmmmmmmmMMMMM!" She moans. It was meant to be a moan of protest but the naked lust is easily audible in her gagged voice. She reminds herself she is being recorded, her desirous noises being captured by David's phone. She whimpers, she couldn't hold the sounds in. "MMMmmmmmm!"

Internally Linda is trying to keep it together. 'No! No! No!' She thinks. But the words were directed at herself, not toward her beautiful precious son. No, I shouldn't be enjoying this. No, I shouldn't want this. No, this is not David's fault.

His strong hands. His eager mouth. They felt so god damned good! Knowing and seeing they were her beautiful David's...it was a pure guilty bliss.

Between his oral attentions he lavishes his beloved mother with hushed praise. "Mom. Your body, your tits...they're perfect Mom. Nummm, nrmmmm." He slurps. "God, you are the most beautiful woman on earth. You are so sexy. So fucking hot! So perfect. Snlurmm, unmmm. I love your body! I love you!"

His sweet loving words were matched with an equally honest raw animal physicality. The way he looked at her, touched her and handled her, the way he was just now nibbling the sensitive bud of her nipple. He adored her like only a son could, but he also saw her as a sexual object. He saw her as a woman. As the woman she truly was. A woman with a body made to be used for a man's pleasure.

"HMMMMMNM!" Linda growls. Her body writhes up against him. Her back arching to feel more of him.

He plunges his tongue hard into her right nipple and flicks it up and down. His mouth pressing deep into her soft pillowy breast. His lips move and play around the tender areola. His chest presses heavier into her stomach. His other hand cups her left breast, his thumb caressing that nipple with a circular motion.

The facade of her morality was crumbling like a corrugated tin shed being ravaged by an F5 tornado. The tornado in this case being her own twisted and deeply hidden desires. Deviant truths were being brought to light within her as she felt him grope and handle and suck and bite her heavy breasts with rising hunger.

In a moment of realization that dwarfs all of the humiliation that she had already borne she accepts that this was all her fault. She was his mother. She raised him. She had taught him right from wrong. But as these feeling now brought to light, did SHE know right from wrong? What aberrant lessons had she inadvertently passed on? How long had she felt this way? Did she really favor and coddle him because he was the youngest? Or was it something else? Did she really think it was so bad that he had turned out to be such a Mama's boy? She had to admit now...she liked it. She loved it! She enjoyed their special connection. David needed her like the others didn't...not even Frank.

No...no this is madness.

"Mmmmmm. Mmmmmmmm." She moans again, her lewd noises betraying her failing will. She shook her head no, but she didn't know why anymore.

His sucking kissing mouth had moved from her stiff nipple. His hands push her ample supple tits together and he buries face between them. His lips and tongue continue to be active and Linda can feel his rough stubble brush the ultra soft sensivitive skin of her inner breast. He feels the weight of his chest pressing into her stomach and it feels good. He rubs and massages her breasts even as he squeezes them firmly into his face between. She can hear by his heavy breathing that he was being gripped by a passion that matched her own.

Linda's eyes gaze down, following the flow of his beefcake musculature. His tiny briefs now strained with his engorged cock. She looks away...then looks straight back again. She allows herself to stare. To admire it's long hard shape. To imagine what it now looked like in the full bloom of his virile manhood. To imagine...

"MMMMMPHHH!" Linda cries out into the gag as she throws her head back.

David had let go with his left hand and reached down to grip her wet inner thigh. It was as if a live wire had made contact, her body jolts at his touch. His hand was achingly close to her wanton cunny. His fingers close enough to feel the humid heat emanating from her sex.

"MMMMMMMM!" She groans.

He looks up, his scruffy chin runs across her aroused nipple. "I want to taste you." He hisses in a low voice.

"Hmmmm! Hmmmm!" She looks at him with pleading matching blue eyes. She was no longer pleading for escape. She was pleading for release.