The Fourth, The Fifth, the Minor Fall, and the Major Lift

Zack let himself into his home. Though the driveway was clear, the door was already unlocked and as the dark-haired teen entered, he heard shuffling and rustling down the hall. Probably coming from his father’s study where he kept all the work that came home with him, so that was where Zack headed. He’d already rang ahead to ask his dad to meet him, though Zack had expected it to be at the hospital given his father’s busy schedule. Turned out his father had a day off and could meet at their family home. With his parent’s separation, maybe it couldn’t even be called that though.

His phone pinged and he checked the message as he walked.

Something came up. Sorry. We’ll talk soon.

Sighing, Zack sent a reply saying that he understood. This kind of thing happened all the time. Even on days off, as the only surgeon on staff with a specialty in the cardiothoracic, he was always on call for emergency heart or lung trauma. Zack was still disappointed though, despite being used to it happening, because this really wasn’t a conversation he could put off having. Storming down to the hospital wouldn’t achieve anything though; his dad would still be too busy to see him, and security would prevent him from actually barging into the O.R.

The noise from the back room brought Zack back to the present. If it wasn’t his dad, then who? Taking a few extra steps forward, he was able to lean over and peer into the study, his breath catching in his throat as he caught sight of the beauty in front of him.

Monica Bishop stood in front of the ceiling high bookcase a thick medical tome in hand, her expression serious and focused as she read the page. It was a look Zack had seen on his mother’s face before, but he never noticed how adorable it was until now. Or how her blue eyes seemed to shimmer like a glacier in the sun as she read. Or the cute way she flicked her long brown hair behind her, just like how he saw the cheerleaders at school throw their hair back. His mother truly was a rare sight of exquisite beauty, and that was before his own eyes even traveled down to her toned, curvaceous figure.

In the tight purple dress she wore, it wasn’t hard to imagine how her large milky tits might look upon her chest, or envision the roundness of her rump, but Zack didn’t have to imagine. Besides the memory of his mother, near naked, bent over in a cave being fucked by Robert Ravers, Zack now also had the more personal experience of having seen it for himself just last night. The sight of her naked tits bared to him as his mother knelt at his feet and sucked on his cock was seared into his brain, confirming what he’d both feared and hoped; he could never look at his mom the same ever again.

A sixth sense of being watched that made the thin hairs on the back of Monica’s neck prickle caused her to glance around the room, quickly catching sight of Zack in the doorway, peeping in on her. She jolted back, as if having been caught doing something inappropriate and held the book to her chest, a meager form of protection. But the only improper act going on was inside her head, her own mind flooded with thoughts and memories of just how far she’d slipped in her incestuous lust for her own son last night.

“Z-Zack,” Monica stammered and took another step back for safe measure. “Wha-what are you doing here?”

“Well, I could ask you the same thing,” Zack straightened up since there was no reason to hide, but remained on the other side of the door, acting as his mom did and finding any physical way to maintain restraint.

“I just had to pick up a few things,” Monica answered, clutching the book tighter to her chest. “I told your dad I was coming over and he chose not to be here.”

“I was supposed to meet him, to talk,” Zack explained, allowing himself at least to lean against the door frame. “Unfortunately, something came up at the last second.”

“For once, that’s probably untrue,” Monica remarked, allowing herself a small smile. “Your father is still in the ‘can’t stand to look at me’ phase, not that I blame him.” Eyeing her son with slight suspicion, she added, “What did you want to talk with him about?”

“Nothing like that,” Zack confirmed, shaking his head. “Robert, Heather and some others are breaking away from Ravers Enterprises and they want me to come on board as a junior partner. I agreed, but I wanted to get ahead of the news and tell Dad myself. He was pretty upset the last time I was just working for him and now I’m actually going into business with Robert.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Zack. If it wasn’t for me you would have been able to talk to him like you wanted,” she lowered the book slightly along with her defenses. “I’m screwing things up again.”

“No, you’re not, mom.” She looked so sad he instantly took several steps towards her without thinking, only stopping in his tracks when she took a step back and brought the book back up to her chest again. “My problems with dad are my problem with dad. It’s not for you to fix or manage my relationship with him.” Since comforting her didn’t seem to be working he dropped his eyes to the book in her arms and said, “Besides, it seems like that book is very important.”

“This?” She looked down, a little surprised, having forgotten she was holding on to the book despite using it as a physical barrier between herself and the taboo object of her lust. “A patient presented with an unusual rash around her…well, it doesn’t matter.” She placed the book on the desk, its heaviness landing with a thud despite now gently she set it down. “That wasn’t the book I needed.”

“In that case I should let you get on with your search,” he said, turning to leave and wondering if it was too late to catch up with Robert and Daniel.

“Wait,” she took two paces forward and reached out to grab his arm, but thought better of it and withdrew her hand before she could make contact. “We need to talk. About last night.”

“I assumed you didn’t want to talk about it,” he admitted, facing his mom again. “The way you ran out of the office last night.”

“Of course, I ran out.” She gave her head a short shake in exasperation, her hair bouncing along. “I had to, or god only knows what else would have happened. I only went to grab my handbag and ended up sucking my own son’s c-” she stopped herself but the word lingered on her lips as a hot tingle zapped down her spine. “…giving you a blowjob. It should never have happened.”

Zack swallowed, just almost hearing his mum say ‘cock’ causing his actual member to flinch in his pants. “But it did happen, and it wasn’t your fault so you shouldn’t blame yourself. I was there too, and I let it happen as well. It’s not like you were the only one to give in.”

“But I’m your mother. I’m the adult. I’m the one who’s older, so I’m the one responsible, the one who should know better,” Monica insisted, eyes tearing up. “I can’t stand the thought that I’ve ruined you just like I ruined my marriage.”

“Ssssh, hey now,” He took a last step forward and grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking her gently. “You haven’t ruined me at all, and you don’t have to bear all the responsibility. I’m an adult now too, remember? I speak for myself. And speaking on behalf of myself, you were hot as fuck last night mom and I couldn’t help myself.”

“Za-Zack,” she shivered in his arms, another lustful current passing through her body as her breathing began to labor. “You…you can’t talk about…me…like that.”

“I know. And I know we have to stop; it can’t go on. I already made that decision for myself,” Zack assured her, displaying none of the cowardice he’d shown last night with his girlfriend. “I almost broke up with Lisa because being with her and holding on to this was ****.”

His mother’s hands jerked up to her face, covering her mouth. “No, Zack, you didn’t. Please, no,” she said, quite clearly though her words were muffled behind his hands. “I can’t have ruined your relationship as well as my own. Lisa is a nice girl, if you love her, then stay with her. What we have…can’t last. It shouldn’t even be. But with Lisa…”

“Relax, mom, I didn’t do it,” he replied, with a casual confidence. “Because, I came to the realization there was nothing to say. If nothing else happens, its just a blimp on an otherwise perfect relationship.” To lighten the mood, he made a joke. “So, I’m sorry mum, but we’re gonna have to break up. But it’s me, not you…”

She laughed in return, an ugly, wet chortle with a running nose and eyes still heavy with waiting tears. Wiping her face with her hand, she agreed, saying, “Yes, I think that’s for the best.”

Overconfident, he made another joke, a disastrous error. “Thank god. I thought you were gonna be pissed I never returned the favor.”

“Ahh, I…Zack…” she said weakly, unsure even as she spoke whether to protest or agree. The mere thought of spreading her legs for her own son, watching his head lower to between his thigh and the feeling of his tongue licking the very hole he emerged from had her at boiling point in seconds.

“Oh, no, I didn’t mean, it was just a joke,” Zack realized his mistake when his mother instantly blushed a deep red. “But I know, I know we can’t go any further than we already have.”

“Well, technically, I mean, it’s not going further. It’s a fair exchange, more of a lateral move…” Monica noted, her whole-body tense, dancing around the desire she felt deep in her core to be eaten out by her flesh and blood. “And we can’t.” She stressed the last word to make it true.

“But you want me to, don’t you?” He said, shrewdly deducing that the redness in her cheeks wasn’t from embarrassment, but the same arousal that made his cock rock hard inside his trousers.

A sharp inhale was her only reply, the words caught in her throat.

“We’re dancing around the facts, but the truth is that we both want to do it. It was a joke, but I really am curious how you taste. So, if you say yes, I’m gonna do it. If you so much as even nod, mom, I’m gonna throw you on to dad’s desk and eat you out, I swear.”

He was still holding her by the shoulders, his fingers gripping her tightly and tighter still as he allowed his emotions to overwhelm his rational mind. For all of his plans and intentions, they all went out the window at the sight of his mother. He’d known it from the moment he saw her from the doorway. Even if he tried to deny himself or set up arbitrary restrictions, this was going to happen. Perhaps some people would call him weak-willed or spineless, but in the face of such a beautiful creature he simply could not be resolute.

Flesh and blood be damned, he swallowed hard and asked the question that changed everything.

“Mom, do you want me to go down on you?”

She nodded.

Barely hesitating, but only slightly lowering he head, she agreed and instantly found her son’s lips on hers in response. Her mouth opened and their tongues danced. Leaving her shoulders, his hands moved up and cupped her jaw, while her own arms wrapped around his sides, fingers reaching up and clawing at his back through the shirt. With permission came the outpouring of passion, **** to hold each other closer, kiss deeper, love harder, his stiff cock bulging out his trousers and rubbing lewdly against his mother’s inner thigh.

She moaned into his mouth, the heat from his member searing into her leg even through his pants making her thoughts turn to memories of that hot, hard length stretching out her jaw last night. Right now it was hard to remember the regret she’d felt afterwards at giving into her lust for her own son, only the good, arousing memories came to her, urging her, daring her to let that lust take over once more. Especially when Zack’s hands fell from her face, slid down her body over her large breasts, her nipples tingling even through the layers, and reach down to grab her hips.

With a firm grip, he jerked her in against him, deepening the friction between his mother’s leg and his cock. The kiss continued while their bodies ground together. His cock knew what it wanted, to be inside that tight warm body, and her movements tried to accommodate him, their brains ignoring the existence of their clothes in the pursuit of wanton need. Together they staggered and swayed and stumbled back and forth, until Zack turned and pinned her against the bookcase.

Still kissing, his hands began to tug at her dress, yanking the skirt up her thighs and baring her lacy black panties to the open air. She was dizzy and hot, and everything was moving so fast, but she let her desire take control. Or rather, let her desire give control to Zack, her own son. Having bunched her dress around her waist, he wasted no time in bringing a hand to her panties and feeling the deep, sticky heat radiating through the thin material. As soon as she felt his fingers make contact, even with her underwear in the way, she let out a hard, gasping moan that made her pull her lips from his just to catch breath.

Zack didn’t seem to mind, kissing her cheek and jaw and down her neck as he gently, slowly rubbed at her folds with his middle and ring fingers of his right hand. Reaching up with his other, he tried to pull the straps of her dress down, but it was difficult to do one handed whilst his mother was pressed against the bookcase. Monica, realizing what he was trying to do, helped him along by pulling her own straps down and pushed the front of her dress down to expose her bra covered breasts. Or perhaps she was just as eager as he was to have his mouth back upon her breasts and suckling on her nipples just as he had done last night.

Yanking down the cups, that’s exactly where Zack’s lips found their way, planting wet kissed down his mother’s sternum to the valley between her large, heavy breasts. Using his one free hand, he groped her tit and brought the nipple to his mouth, swirling his tongue around the dark aerola, whilst his busy hand continued its job, rubbing her clit in circles. Her panting breaths deepened into moans that rang through the office. Zack was encouraged and, feeling her panties become heavily saturated with her arousal, he pulled them to the side and plunged the two fingers into her hot, sopping hole.

“Yeessssss, oh, fuck, yesssssssss,” she cried out, her head rolling back, or as far it could without banging against the shelves.

Bent over slightly, Zack continued to suck gently on his mother’s nipple, the same one that once nourished him with milk, as he fingered her hole, the same one that birthed him. The movements of his fingers began slow, careful, sliding along her inner walls until he found that fabled rough spot. Grinding his fingertips against that place, he made her scream again.

“Oooooh, fuck, yesssss, there, fuck,” She sang loudly, the volume rising in time with her desperation, her need to cum already and he’d only just begun.

His hand started to move quicker. Her box squished and spluttered, expelling fluids all over his fingers as he shoved them inside his mother faster and faster, urging her on to her climax. The heel of his hand rubbed hard against his clit while his fingertips never failed to hit the most precious spot inside her walls. She reached out and grabbed on to her son, one arm around his neck, the other around his shoulders, holding herself close to him as she felt herself being hurdled towards her orgasm.

Seconds later it struck. Her whole body jerked forward and then shuddered hard. His face was smothered by her breast, as her walls tightened around his digits, but he kept fingering her. Throughout her climax, he kept slamming his fingers into her hole, even as her leaking fluids drenched his hand. Another wave of pleasure washed over her, and another, and another, until she thought he was never going to stop, and she was going to die this way.

After too many orgasms to count, her mind too frayed to keep track anyway, he finally slowed the machinations of his hand and then withdrew completely. Taking his mouth from her tit, he straightened up and looked his mom right in the eye as he brought his soaked fingers to his lips. Her eyes widened and she let out a small gasp, watching her son slide those fingers into his mouth, right to the knuckle and suck his mother’s pussy flavor right off his skin.

He must have sucked on those fingers for at least a minute, Monica imagined, until he finally pulled them back, completely clean. Leaning in, he kissed her again, letting her taste herself on his tongue. It was so dirty, so thrilling, it set her body on fire all over again, and she had to wonder, was he like this with those other girls? Monica couldn’t imagine Zack, her baby boy, being this lewd with those sweet teenagers he hung around with, or even with Lisa. But, clearly, her son had his own hidden depths.

So distracted was she by the sordidness of tasting her own climax off her son’s tongue, she didn’t even notice his hands sliding back down her figure. This time he took a hold of her thighs, one in each hand, and hoisted her up, off her feet, so that her knees came to his sides. The shock of it made her squeal into his mouth, genuinely surprised by her son’s strength. She was by no means terribly heavy, but, she was sure that she weighed more that schoolgirls he was used to carrying.

If she was, it didn’t show. With his mother relying entirely upon his own strength, he carried her from the bookcase to the desk and set her down, gently, on it. Breaking the kiss, he watched as his mother laid herself back, spraying herself out under her son’s gaze as his fingers traveled along her legs, holding them suspended in the air. Over her calves and round her ankles, his hands moved to her feet, unbuckling her heels and slipping them off her soles.

With one shoe gone, he moved to the other leg, but he kissed her bared foot. His mother gasped as she watched his tongue play with her toes, before kissing his way down the rough, worn skin of the bottom of her feet, all the way down to her heel. Even more surprising was that when the other shoe had been removed too, he switched feet and kissed the other too, working in reverse this time, building up to the toes.

Monica had never much been into feet. However, she had read an account in a medical journal during medical school of certain pressure points in the foot affecting the sensations in the rest of the body. It was of dubious origin though and the citation seemed mostly anecdotal and wasn’t fully researched and yet, lying on that desk, with her son licking and lapping at her toes, she was inclined to believe it. Perhaps it was the lust already coursing through her veins, or maybe it really was true, but all Monica knew was that when Zack lowered his lips and kissed hard upon the area between the ball and heel, she felt a sharp, pleasurable burst erupt from her clit without ever being touched there.

As perfect as his mother’s feet were though, as perfect as the rest of her, Zack’s goal was still to taste her directly. So, his kisses began to move south, leaving a wet trail along her ankle, the inside of her calves, knee and thigh until he could feel the hot, humid air around her pussy on his tongue. Sliding his hands underneath her, he pulled her panties away, and in a hurry only removed them from one leg, leaving the soaked, lacy undergarments hanging from her ankle. Locking eyes with her, he dropped to his knees between her open legs.

Propping herself up on her elbows, she looked down at his mop of dark hair, and watched his eyes move from her face to stare directly into the hole he came out of. The glistening, gaping hole that brought him into the world. She watched as his body leaned forward, bringing his head closer, his mouth closer until she couldn’t see the bottom half of his face past her pubic mound. She couldn’t see his lips part but she felt the air, hot, as it blew from his mouth onto her bared flesh. He breathed in, inhaling her juicy, motherly musk, as his eyes turned up again, staring into hers again.

Leaning in further, going slow, he brought his tongue tenderly to her labia, understanding what a momentous occasion this was and savoring every second. She shuddered at the very first instance of contact. My son is licking my pussy, she thought, the words echoing in her empty head, devoid of all other thoughts except this one, my son is licking my pussy. His tongue flattened against her lower lips as he drew it upwards, lapping like a cat at her sticky slit.

“Ooooh, Zaaack, Zaaaaaaaack,” his mother moaned, rolling her head back.

The sound of his name being called by his mom in that trembling, **** way that he’d never heard before aroused Zack to no end. Pushing harder against her fleshy folds, he parted her lower lips with his tongue, exposing the silky pink insides and tasting the sweet juices that leaked out. With long, sensual strokes, he licked at her inner labia, his tongue briefly, teasingly passing over her entrance. Above him, his mother’s elbows slid out from underneath her, lying flat on the desk now, her son’s meticulous drinking of her puss sapping her of all strength.

He pulled back, gasping like he’d just taken a big gulp of sofa after a long run on a warm day, and looked at his mother’s whole vulva. Her clit, stiff and hard, twitched at the top, aching to be touched, just above her parted folds, slightly swollen, showing off her deep pink insides and her gaping vagina hole, flexing and pulsing, looking to be filled. And below all of it, her mother’s wrinkled, tight anus winked at him too. Some light brown hairs around her public mound and ass told him that she’d shaved quite recently, and he quietly pondered, for whose benefit.

For whoever she had done it, didn’t really matter, Zack was the one to benefit from it now. Having caught his breath and teased his mother long enough, he returned his mouth to her pussy, licking along the length of her slit again before pressing his whole mouth over her whole pussy and sucking on her folds. He heard her gasp at the sudden change of tactics, and again when he pulled his mouth free, air flooding in to fill the vacuum. Licking her again, twice, thrice, then a fourth, before sucking her back into his whole mouth.

“Fuuuck, Zaaaack, fuck, fuck, aaaah” she groaned, dizzy from the blood rushing to between her legs, fighting to remain lucid. “Zaaaaccck. Your…yooouur, toooonguuuueeee feeeeelsssss ssssooooooo gooooooooddddd.”

Hearing his mom praise his pussy licking made his cock throb in his trousers, almost painfully pressing against the material, tenting so hard he thought it might tear. With his mouth still on her pussy, he reached down blind and unbuckled his belt. His cock instantly felt freer, but he continued, unzipping himself to further relieve the pressure and pulling down his underwear, releasing his dick fully as it popped out over the top of the elastic. Pulling his lips from his mother’s puss with a slick pop, he caught his breath again, tasting his mother on the sticky, hot air while, gently, his own hand began to stroke his cock.

A sharp cry emanated from his mother’s lips when he kissed her clit. Moving down, he placed soft kisses all along her slit until he came to her hot, wet entrance, leaking profusely over her ass, her fluids pooling on the desk’s varnished finish. He pressed his mouth over her again, this time just to the opening of her vagina, and tasted her directly, the tip of his tongue just swirling around her twitching muscles. Still sensitive from her recent orgasm, he felt her ring tighten at his slight touch, then instantly widen, gushing out even more juices from within, her pussy practically begging even if her voice wouldn’t for him to stick his tongue inside.

While his tongue traced the outside of her entrance, he reached up with his one free hand, and wrapped it around her thigh, sliding his fingers over her stomach and down, inching toward her clit. Another sudden moan rose from her throat when he made contact, her back arching as well as a bolt of pure pleasure shot from her sensitive nub all the way to her confused brain. She had expected it to feel good but not this good, but Zack was going the extra mile, doing everything he could to eat her pussy as well as she’d sucked his cock last night.

“Fuuuck, yeeessss, Zaaaaccck, you maaakee muuummmyyy feeeelll sooooo gooooodd. Soooooo goooooood,” She reached out and grabbed the sides of the desk in her hands, knuckles going white as she held on for her life. “Fuuuckkk, I coooould, geeeet, aaaaaah-ddicted, tooooo, th-thiiissss.”

What possessed her to tell him that, she’d never know. She supposed she was only being honest with herself, and him, this was the kind of pleasure she could get used to. But it wasn’t supposed to continue. It was supposed to be about closure, and moving on. But her body wanted more, more of her son’s fingers deftly teasing her clit, more of his tongue circling her entrance, more, more, more. Sex was always significant to her, even before she was having it. Just the thought of it was powerful, she found, using that simple fact to tempt and tease boys all through high school. Even when she had met Gregory, she’d gotten a kind of thrill from recklessly fucking him without any protection. Then cheating, and the affair, and now…

Now her son was teasing her clit with his hand while he slurped nosily at the fluids that seeped from her eager hole. With each lick, he slid his tongue inside, a little deeper, not just tasting her but actively pushing the juices out onto his tongue. Her back arched again and she pushed her mound against his face, wanting his tongue deeper. He obliged having thankfully teased her for long enough, darting his tongue in as far it could manage. Fucking her with his tongue, he kept rubbing her clit while his own hand massaged his dick.

At first, he shoved his tongue in and out of her hole, but by this point, his tongue after all the licking and lapping at his mother’s puss, was beginning to tire. That wasn’t going to stop the young man though, as he began moving his head, bobbing his head like a peaking hen with his tongue stuck out, thrusting it back and forth just as he imagined doing with his cock, if he ever got the chance. But that would be a descent too far, he scolded himself. Any number of reasons came to mind why they couldn’t, morality, Lisa, biology, but none of them involved Zack not wanting to finally fuck his own mother.

“Yeeesssss, Zack, ooooh, yeesss, fuuuuckkkk, fuuuuuckkkk me wiiiitthh yoooouuurrrr toooonnnguuuuuuueee,” she squealed as Zack did just that.

Soon though, his neck was starting to get sore too though, and ache running right across his shoulders, but he ignored it and kept thrusting his tongue into her hole, determined to give his mother exactly what she wanted. With the double pleasure pouring out into her body from her clit and her pussy, along with the taboo lewdness of who was committing the act, Monica soon found herself trembling upon her son’s tongue, another orgasm imminent. He felt her begin to shake against her face and persisted in his efforts, even under mounting personal pain.

“Fuuuuckkk, Zaaaaccckkkk, yeeeeesssss, th-thaaaatt’ssssss iiiittt, yoooouuurrrr goooonnnaaaaa maaaaakkeeee meeeeeee…” her voice trailed off into a scream as her whole body jerked upwards, almost levitating with mindblowing pleasure. “I-I’mmmmmm cuuuuuummmmmiiiiiiiinnnnngggggg!”

His mother squirted into his mouth, her walls clamping down around his tongue. As her juices overflowed his mouth, running over his lips and dripping down his chin, the ache in his neck grew too much to bear. Pulling back, he swapped his hand for his mouth, tonguing her clit as he switched hands, still stroking himself while he inserted two fingers into her slopping cunt. He plunged her pussy with his digits, leaving his hand drenched in seconds. Despite the change. Monica continued to cum, and, in fact, the sudden swap amidst her climax, drove her on to new heights, his fingertips brushing against that rough, sweet spot inside her once more.

“Fuuuck, Zaaaaccck, ZaaaaaaAACCCCCKKKKKKKK, OOOOH, ZAAAAAAACCCCCCKKKK,” his mother screamed his name to the ceiling, over and over, not even caring if the neighbors heard her call her son’s name, ignoring what Charlotte or Roy might think of her if they were home.

Swiping his tongue over her clit, and fingering her continuously, Zack drove his mother’s climax on and on until she was wiped out, unable to scream because her voice grew hoarse and even when she did moan audibly it was nothing coherent. And having only just begun to finger her, he could have continued for several minutes, but, lowering her bare feet to his shoulders, she gently pushed him away. With her arms still weak and her hands gripping the desk, her feet were all she had, but it was enough for Zack to get the hint.

Withdrawing his fingers and lifting his head, he rose to his feet, though his hand continued to stroke his own cock. He looked upon his mother, almost naked except for the dress and bra wrapped like band around her waist, her skin glistening and shimmering with sweat, still shivering, her body sensitive all over. As he stood though, he found his cock in line with her hole. He stared at the distance between them. Less than two inches. He could almost feel the heat from her pussy on the head of his cock. A small step forward and his cock would be sliding past those slippery folds. That’s all it would take.

A foot on his chest stopped him from carrying that thought any further. He looked up at his mother’s face to see her eyes on his cock as well, recognizing the distance just as he was. Softly she shook her head.

“No…I…we can’t,” she said, her voice still shaky and rough.

She wasn’t quite ready to go further. Zack could respect that. He wasn’t quite sure himself whether he was prepared to actually go the distance with his mother. Yet, she didn’t quite stop it there. Her feet slid down his body, until her soles touched his bared cock. He inhaled as she drew the rough skin down over his cock flesh, leaving a slick trail of precum. He was so big that even when her toes touched his sticky tip, her heels still weren’t at the base of his cock. A moan escaped her lips when she saw her son’s cock dwarf her feet.

Zack had grown into a young man, with a strong young cock. As his mother she should simply have been proud of how he’d grown, but as a woman that wasn’t enough. It was twisted and wrong, but it felt utterly erotic and arousing to roll her feet over the length of his cock, her toes playing with his cockhead and getting precum in the interspace between her dactyls. The footjob was more than they’d even agreed to, another inch towards crossing the last line, but it was so hot, to feel his stiff, hard tool beneath just her feet. Her back arched just watching his cock twitch every time her feet rubbed him down as she moved her fingers to caress her breasts.

Watching her massage her chest while he eyes locked with his, Zack knew he wouldn’t last. Even if he hadn’t just spent the last thirty minutes hard as a rock while he ate his mother out, listening as she screamed his name, his mother’s accuracy with her feet was unbelievable. She stroked his cock with the grip of her toes as well as any woman had with their hands, and he loved the extra friction her rough soles provided as they slid along his length. Gasping, he felt his ballsack tighten and knew he couldn’t hold out any longer.

“Oh, fuck, mom, I’m gonna cum,” he warned her.

Rather than stop, she sped up, using her knees to pump both feet up and down each side of his thick, long cock. Zack’s eyes squeezed shut as he felt the load surge up his length, but Monica kept her eyes focused, hard and serious, as if it would be the worst thing in the world if she missed even a drop being erupted from his dickhead. He felt his slit expand seconds before the first long rope was launched out, painting a white streak along his mother’s inner calve, all the way to her knee. The next hit her ankle, and then her foot, the fourth overshot and met her thigh, dripping and running towards her still silky wet center.

Groaning as he felt himself being drained, he opened one eye, squinting, watching his lower eye coat his mother’s feet in hot, sticky, white seed. And even has he came, she kept massaging his cock with her feet, rubbing his with her soles and toes to coax the last dregs from his balls. His cock finally spent and beginning to soften, only then did she pull back and look at her feet, dripping with her son’s ejaculation. Bringing her hands to her head, she looked up to the ceiling as the thrill and pleasure passed and once again regret seeped in.

“Oh, god, what have we done?” she asked, expecting no answer.

“Shit, mom, I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore,” Zack apologized, burying his own head in his hands. “I just couldn’t stop it from happening. I don’t know if I can stop it from happening again or ever going any further…but what are we supposed to do? Avoid each other? That’s not going to work. Last night you didn’t intentionally come to see me, and I didn’t intentionally seek you out today. We just keep falling into this, over and over, and I don’t know how to break the cycle.”

“Maybe we can’t,” Monica confessed, slowly resigning herself to the fact that fucking her son was inevitable at this point. Not that she was necessarily complaining… “I…I don’t know. I have to think.”

“I understand. I’ll try to give you some space while you figure it out,” he said, pushing his wilted cock back into his underwear and zipping up. “But, as I said, life seems to have a way of throwing us together regardless.”

“If that happens then it happens. Maybe it won’t be the worse thing in the world, but let’s at least try,” She slid off the desk, her cum soaked soles squishing against the hardwood floor. Facing him, she reached up and tenderly touched his jawline. “But please, don’t worry, my big strong baby boy. I’d hate to think I caused you an ounce of stress.”

“I won’t, mom,” he said, offering a smile. “I promise.”

Smiling back, she raised herself up and pressed her lips, a small intimate kiss filled with love. The wrong kind of love. She pulled back and turned away, feeling her need growing even from something so simple and small. Being naked, she felt **** and immediately began to redress, starting with her bra straps. But, while he back was turned, she felt something pull at her asscheek.

“H-hey!” she said, looking over her shoulder irritably at her son while she tugged her bra cups back into place over her tits. “What did I just say about trying?”

Zack chuckled and held a sheet of paper aloft in his hand. “Sorry, mum, this was stuck to your ass.”

“Oh, oh sorry, I thought, um, you were…” she cleared her throat and turned her back to her son again to hide her blushing cheeks. Hearing her son hum curiously behind her, she asked, “What is it anyway?”

“My paternity test.”

“Yours?” She wheeled around, not even caring that her panties were around her ankle and her pussy was still on display.

“Is that odd?” Zack arched an eyebrow.

“No,” his mother admitted, shaking her head as she reached down and attempted to pull up her underwear, only to find that they hadn’t been missed by Zack’s spray, a large gob of white cum marking the lace. Sighing, she pulled them off her foot completely, noting that she’d have to get a fresh pair from the bedroom drawers. “He could have requested a copy after he heard about it on the news, but I wasn’t aware that he had done so.”

“I see, well, I still-”

He was cut off by the ringing of his phone. Recognizing the name on the screen, he answered in a casual, off handed manner, whilst trying not to watch his mother redress, a task more difficult than it seemed, the way her ass jiggled as she tugged the tight skirt of her dress down around her hips.

“Hey,” he said, waiting for their greeting, and then, “Yeah, I’m about done here.”

While Zack listened to their response, Monica glanced around for her shoes and noticed the cummy footprints she’d left on the floor, and then looked at her feet, still thick with her son’s seed. Rubbing her head, she realized she was going to have to do a lot of cleaning up before getting back to work at the clinic.

“Sure, I can meet you, but why there?” Zack asked, but she choose not to answer him then and there. “Alright, fine, but I don’t know why you’re being so secretive.”

Having secured his obligation, his caller said her goodbyes and hung up. Pocketing his phone, Zack looked up to his mother, watching as she hoisted herself back onto the table with the intention of wiping her feet clean with a nearby box of tissues.

“Is everything alright honey?” His mother glanced up at him as she drew a tissue along her underside of her foot, picking up dirt and dust from the floor as well as a thick layer of cum that instantly saturated the tissue and made it worthless.

“Yeah, it was just Heather. She wants me to meet her. I don’t want to seem rude, or selfish, so if you need me, I can stay a lit-”

Her laughter interrupted him. “Sweetie, you just ate me out to one of the best orgasms of my life. Selfish is the last thing you are,” she assured him, amazed at how considerate and thoughtful he could be. Any other man would have thought he was owed something. “Go. Don’t worry about your old mom.”

“You are not old,” he told her as he leaned in to kiss her cheek. Instead he found her lips, pausing for a moment before both their eyes closed and they let their mouths linger pressed together for just a minute too long. Parting, he swallowed hard and said, “Um, thanks. I’ll see you later.”

Not too soon, she thought fearing what would happen the next time life threw the mother and son together. She didn’t voice those thoughts though, instead saying a cheery goodbye and waving her son off. When the front door closed, she slumped her shoulders and let out a sigh. Finally she could relax, sure that nothing worse was going to happen between them. Except…his cum was still glued to her feet.

Reaching down without a tissue, she gathered a huge dollop of cum on her finger from the top side of her foot and brought it to her lips, the salty taste of her own son directly stinging her tongue. Her eyes drifted closed while she sucked her finger clean, relishing in both the flavor and the memory of the night before, on her knees, sucking on her son’s huge dick until he blew his load all over her tits, catching some in her mouth. Realizing how depraved she had become, her eyes snapped open and she slowly pulled her finger from her lips.

“Oh god, what have I become?” she asked, running both hands into her hair. “I need help.”

Like that, a lightbulb was lit in her head. Wiping the rest of her feet clean, she dropped from the desk and walked through the house to the garage. In the passenger seat of her car, she found her handbag where she’d left it and her phone inside. Taking it out, she dialed the number and listed to the ringtone. The practiced voice of a bright, young receptionist answered.

“Hello, Dr. Katsuragi’s office, how may I help you?”

“Hi, I need an emergency appointment immediately. Tell her it’s Monica Bishop. I’m sure she’ll make an exception for an old friend.”