It's Not Cheating If...

With just the slightest turn of their heads, the mother and son were standing face to face in each other’s arms. Their noses bumped together and their lips touched, eyes locked as they paused in anticipation, neither wanting to break the magnetic pull of the moment and yet unsure how to proceed. These were uncharted waters for the parent and child, ones that they likely could never come back from, but all their concerns seemed so hazy and insignificant in light of their faces, their bodies, their sex, every part closer than it had ever been before.

Zack had, of course, hugged his mother many times, but never for this long, never lingering and staring, getting lost in her eyes. They were so close that he could feel her heart beating rapidly against his own chest, matching her short, ragged breaths. So close that when she licked her lips, he could feel the spittle on his own. Kissing her would be easy if he wanted. All it would require would be leaning in, ever so slightly to press his mouth harder, fuller, upon her own. It was simply a question of will. This wasn’t like with Heather; try as he might to think of Lisa, of being faithful, his mind and heart were torn, his loyalties divided. What was one girl compared to years of family ties?

The only part of him that was certain was his body. In his pants, his hard cock strained against the fabric, pressing right against his mother’s thigh. There was no way she couldn’t feel it, just as he could feel the intense heat of her body, enveloping him, warm like a comforting blanket, lulling him deeper into her embrace. Through no conscious action on his part, his hands held on to her tighter, fearing she might pull away at any second, holding her against him, as he thoughtlessly licked his lips too. But she didn’t move, she allowed herself to sink deeper into his arms while looking up at him with those sad, yearning eyes, panicked and curious.

He chose to believe in the latter, leaning in.

“Are you sure?” she whispered, Zack inhaling the words she breathed out.

“No,” he admitted, the tension in the room making the words heavy on his tongue. “But…”

Her son leaned in and kissed his mother anyway. More than grazing this time, their lips pressed together in a tight, testing, little kiss, pursed closed in what could only be described as a peck, though still lingering much longer than any normal mother and son kiss should. Tentative and holding their breath, the pair almost expected the very act to feel wrong, to utterly repulse them from continuing. Instead it felt nice and strangely normal. It felt no more immoral to kiss his mother than it had to kiss Ashley.

Encouraged, they parted, sucked in air and immediately brought their lips back together, their thoughts unified in wanting to test the boundaries further. Mouths parted this time, they kissed fuller, harder, heads turning one way then the other, lip roaming back and forth over lip, passion mounting along with their arousal. Monica wrapped her arms around her son’s neck, hands sliding up and entwining her fingers in his dark hair, holding his mouth to hers to kiss her more and more. Zack’s hands, however, were on her hips pulling her against him, grinding his cock on her thigh, sliding up until his bulge nudged against her clothed mound.

Panting and gasping, the mother and son broke the kiss again only to resume a few seconds later. Despite the voice in both their heads saying that this was wrong, that **** was wrong, nothing they had done felt wrong. Not kissing, not snogging, not rubbing their privates against each other in the middle of the office where anyone could walk in and catch them. More than feeling right, it had felt good, so, this time, as their mouths came together, again of one mind, the mother and son slid in their tongue.

French kissing like lovers, Monica tasted her son fully for the first time. His tongue slipped past hers, tasting her too, tongues entwined, swirling around the other, desperately wanting to kiss deeper. The wet smacking sounds of their lips filled the room along with moans and grunts and lustful gasps as their passions were inflamed. Monica found herself growing dizzy and hot, sinking further into her son’s grasp to keep herself upright. Zack found it hard to think straight himself, all of the blood in his brain being pumped to his lower head as he gently, subconsciously bucked his hips, pushing his stiff cock against his mother’s pussy while they kissed.

Losing themselves in the kiss, they grew so aroused they almost forgot to pause for breath every now and again. But there was also a fear, keeping them from going further. Right now it was just a kiss. Wrong as it may be, illicit and far from innocent, it was still just a kiss. A kiss could be easily dismissed or written off, but to go any further would be crossing a line that couldn’t be easily taken back. There would be no explaining it away. Even if they clearly wanted it, from Monica’s flushed cheeks and subtle moans every time her son’s tongue snaked into her mouth, to Zack’s engorged member prodding at the hole he came out of through her skirt and drenched panties, they continued to hold themselves back.

But it was a resistance that was slowly fading. The more aroused they became from the kiss, the more **** they were for a release, the less it mattered where the line was. Just as with the kiss, they began to test the boundaries, such as his mother reaching down and pulling her skirt up around her waist so that she could feel her son’s clothed cock more directly upon her pussy through her sodden little panties, gasping into his mouth when she felt the head nudge her clit through her material.

Toeing the line as they continued to fight a losing battle against their incestuous desires, Zack’s hands came up to unbutton his mother’s blouse. Even if nothing else happened tonight, he wanted to see his mother’s large, full tits. He’d seen them bouncing inside her shirt the night in the cave when Robert bent her over and stretched her hole with his thick cock, but now that she was right in front of him, he wanted a good look, a better look. Quickly opening all the buttons, the material parted, like theater curtains. Zack broke the kiss to take in the performance; his mother’s breasts, full and heavy, barely contained by her bra and still set high upon her chest from years of care and exercise.

Not even bothering to unclasp the underwear, he instead simply pulled the cups down, exposing her nipples and tits fully. The teardrop shaped mammaries jiggled slightly as his mother continued to ground her pelvis against the thick bulge in his pants, sucking in small breaths through her parted lips while she watched her son take in her chest. She could see the lust in her son’s eyes, just looking at her exposed tits, and a smile formed on her lips, feeling a twinge of pride that they could mesmerize even her own flesh and blood.

Leaning in, he kissed her again, this time bringing a hand up to her breast and tweaking her nipple between his fingers. His other hand slid down her body and around her waist, reaching to grab a hold of her bare asscheek at the same time, exposed by the tiny panties. Feeling her son paw at her body, Monica almost came then and there, flooding her panties with more of her lubrication, her underwear so saturated with her juices now that they left a slimy trail over his trousers every time she pushed against his still clothed cock. That was something she was going to have to correct pronto.

While his mother’s fingers moved to his belt buckle, Zack broke the kiss and looked again at her succulent, perfect tits. He knew exactly what he wanted to do, but he knew that they were moving further and further away from this being ‘just a kiss’. Even with the groping, he lied to himself that they were still just kissing. He quieted the thoughts by kissing his mother again. First on her lips, then on her jaw, planting a line of kisses down her neck, along her sternum, leaning down as his lips entered between her breasts, then hovering sideways, his breath tickling her skin and took her nipple in his mouth.

Monica moaned, looking down at her son suckling on her boob, an act he hadn’t down since he was a baby, and back then he wasn’t grabbing her bare ass at the same time. It was very distracting but, through perseverance of will and a desire to see her son’s cock again, she managed to unfasten his belt, unbutton his pants and lower the zipper, and still she had to work his trousers down with both hands, his large cock tenting his boxers so badly they almost refused to budge.

As the trousers fell to the floor, the belt buckle clanging loudly as it met the wood, Monica re-positioned his cock, still in his underwear between her bare thighs, just beneath her weeping box. While her son continued to suck on her nipple, pulling it into her mouth and flicking at the sensitive nub with his tongue, the mother oscillated her hips back and forth, her soft, squishy lower lips rubbing on his cock, soaking through her panties completely now to drip pre-cum all along his length. It was still just a kiss though, right? Just a little groping and grinding? The kiss was now just upon his mother’s breast, frenching her nipples; the grinding her thinny clad pussy upon her son’s covered cock.

And that was enough, until it wasn’t. Monica held her son’s head tight to her breast, throwing her head back as a wave of pleasure ran down her spine with a bolt to her twitching puss, **** to be filled. Likewise, his mother’s slick labia stroking his cock, made his rock hard member throb, threatening to cum right there in his boxers, the warmth and wetness of her dripping hole making it difficult not to simply tear off their underwear and slid himself right inside his mother. It was obvious by this point that they wanted it, right and wrong be damned.

Before he could make a move though, his mother released his head and reached down with both hands. Leaving her nipple slick with his saliva, Zack looked down as his mother tugged his boxers down, just low enough for his cock to bounce free of their confines, and wrapped her fingers around his thick shape. A whimper escaped her throat as she finally got her hands on his cock, something she’d wanted to do ever since she’d seen him fully exposed in the clinic, still slick with the nurse’s juices. And fuck, it felt even better than it looked. So hard and firm in her hands, like a piece of iron, but warm, so hot it made her feel even hotter; she stroked it idly for a moment, simply watching it throb and pulse in her palms as the angry, purple helmet smeared pre-cum over her fingertips.

“Mooommm,” he groaned, the words coming out without thinking. “I…we can’t…I…I don’t know.” His heart attempted to make one last stand against the onslaught on pleasure dulling his senses, his flesh and cock taking priority. “…Lisa…cheating…”

“Sssssshhh,” she sang comfortingly as she sank to her knees before her son. “What is it you kids say these days? A blowjob isn’t cheating?”

More like ‘sucking ain’t fucking’ was the terminology he’d heard used around school locker rooms, but he wasn’t going to argue with his mother, not when her mouth was inches from his cock. He doubted that Lisa would see it that way though, yet thoughts of his hot, Latina girlfriend quickly vanished from his mind as he watched his mom grasp his shaft in one hand and lean in to plant a tender kiss upon his sticky tip. She kissed around his glans, once, twice, three times simply tasting him, waiting again for it to feel wrong or dirty to be kissing her son’s hard dick.

Instead, the strong flavor of his seed on her tongue and the overwhelming musk assaulting her nose only made the MILF even hornier. Bringing her lips back to his cock with a kind of lustful hunger, she parted her lips, taking more of his head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around his tip, teasing out even more pre-cum. But taking more of him into her mouth only made her even hornier, so, as she began to gently suck on her son’s cock, she pushed a hand down between her legs, underneath her sodden panties and rubbed her clit.

Zack felt his mother moan on his cock and looked down to see her touching herself. It seemed so unreal to see his mother kneeling at his feet, so horny she had to frig herself off while showing her love and devotion to her own son by sucking on his cock, showing how proud she was of the fine young man he’d grown up to become by taking more and more of his dick into her mouth until her lips were half way down his shaft. Closing his eyes, he groaned too. His head rolled back slightly as he unconsciously bucked his hips, the warm, wet, pleasurable feeling of his mother’s mouth enveloping his member.

More moans filled the room, accompanied by enthusiastic lip smacking and sloppy gurgling sounds. Zack opened his eyes and looked down, not wanting to miss anything and saw his cock glistening with his mother’s slobber. She took her mouth off his cock with a loud gasp and began to lick the sides of his shaft, spreading her saliva all over his cock with a kind of methodical urgency that made even sucking his dick look graceful and composed. Reaching down he took a handful of her hair in each fist, pulling the thick brown locks away from her face to give himself an unobstructed view of his mother’s cocksucking. Moaning her thanks, she slid her lips down his cock again.

While one hand continued to stroke the base of the cock she was feeding into her mouth, her other fingers continued rubbing insistent, **** circles around her clit, tugging on the swollen, elastic flesh around her lower lips. Reaching lower and sliding her fingers along her labia, she found her digits drenched in her juices just from that single act. Her pussy was so ready to get fucked, but she wasn’t quite ready to pull the meaty tool from her mouth just yet, and instead sunk three fingers inside her hole to quench the need for now.

Above, Zack watched his mother’s hips bounce in time with her head, correctly assessing that she was fucking her own fingers while she swallowed her son’s cock, over and over. For his part, Zack continued to hold her head by her hair and thrust his member into her mouth, but his mother was very much in control, sucking his cock at her own loving, impassioned pace. Not that Zack was complaining. The way his mother’s lips tenderly yet hungrily moved over his shaft while she tongued at his exposed slit had him right on the edge. In fact, he’d been close to cumming the moment she took him in her mouth, but it had taken all of his will power to hold back; will power that was quickly disintegrating every time his mother swallowed his cock anew.

And he wasn’t the only one. His mother’s body was so sensitive, every muscle and nerve so consumed by lust that just pushing her fingers inside her pussy brought her close to her climax. Driving her digits inside in rhythm with her cock sucking, imagining it was that same cock in her mouth, that belonged to her son, plumbing her depths only served to drive her closer and closer to orgasm. **** for that release, she reached up with her thumb and flicked her clit while inside her fingers ground against her g-spot, sending herself over the limit.

Looking down at his mother, kneeling at his feet, Zack recognized the familiar tell-tale shudder of a woman orgasming, though that it was his mother cumming made his cock throb against her tongue. Even as she rode the wave of pleasure rippling through her body, she still sucked on his cock, her lips squeezing tightly around his shaft, her delighted moans vibrating along his length. His balls tightened and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold back his load any longer. Watching his mother orgasm as she sucked his cock was the final push he needed, losing control over his body.

“Ooooh fuck, mom,” Zack groaned, trying to get the words out but his mind had gone blank, his own building orgasm making him dizzy and light-headed. “Mooom…”

Concerned, Monica pulled her mouth from his dick, half moaning her reply as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure continued to crash over her sensitive, hot body and fragile mind.

“Wha-” Was all that she managed to get out before her son’s cock splashed her face with his cum. The word quickly turned to a squeal of surprise as another rope shot forth from his cockhead, streaking her face from hairline to chin in his creamy, white, potent seed. Even if she wanted to, her own orgasm ravaging her senses had made her muscles weak so she could even move or avoid the barrage of cum that her son unloaded on her face. In fact, feeling the hot sticky liquid coat her face was enough to send her spiraling into another orgasm.

As his balls drained, leaving him feeling weak too, and his cock seemed to finally subside, Zack continued to stare down at his mother’s face. Marveling at how she looked, drenched in his seed like a common cumslut, he watched as his load dripped from his mother’s face, marking her large, full tits below. It had to be the prettiest fucking sight he’d ever seen, and he knew that there was no way he’d ever be able to look his mother in the eye again without picturing her as she was now, on her knees with a dripping cum facial.

Yet, with their release came guilt. Realizing what they’d done, and how close they’d come to going much further. Zack had cheated again, and Monica had caused her son to cheat. The fact that they’d enjoyed it and it hadn’t felt wrong at all only made the mother and son feel even more terrible about the incestuous blowjob they’d both allowed to happen.

“I’m sorry,” Monica scrambled to her feet, just managing to roughly fix her skirt and blouse over her tits and ass before she opened the door. “I really didn’t come here for this.”

And she was gone, before Zack could even assure her that he didn’t think she’d manipulated him into anything, or insist, as he wanted, that he was as much to blame as she was. Instead, she left him with his dick out in the middle of the office as she dashed towards the elevator, only then wiping her face clean with a tissue from her handbag.

----------------------------- In the Conference Room Upstairs…--------------------------------

“With seven votes to two, we can officially welcome Daniel Ravers as the new Chief Executive Officer for Ravers Enterprises. Congratulations, Daniel,” Miles Zurbrugg announced, beginning to clap.

The other members of the board followed suit, even those who had voted against a new CEO or voted for Heather. All except for Brooke who simply sat in shock. In one night, her ex-husband had been removed from the company and her daughter’s place in the succession now seemed much less certain. Daniel rose, all smiles, not seeming the least bit guilty about any of it, and shook the hands of those who wanted to get in good with the newly promoted CEO, Mr. Besumer being first in line.

Brooke stood too, but retreated towards the door, in a daze of complete disbelief. Only Mrs. Laumann, her one ally in supporting Heather, came to console her.

“I just don’t understand. Okay, get rid of Zack, but Robert?” Brooke asked desperately, seeking some reason to make sense of everything that had happened. “Heather?”

“Isn’t it obvious? This was a coup,” Mrs. Laumann said with a sympathetic frown. “I shouldn’t be telling you this, though I suppose it’s too late now, but earlier today Miles approached me about calling this emergency meeting. Robert pushed too hard in getting Zack appointed in his place, played dirty, and most of the board aren’t terribly forgiving. To be honest, I would have supported the plan too if it was just about getting Robert out, but Miles was very insistent about who should succeed him.”

“What are you talking about?” Brooke stared at the much older woman. “Are you saying that Miles and Daniel are in on this together? That they both conspired to use the board to usurp Robert’s position?”

“Precisely.”