The aftermath

James felt his vision blur and his legs weaken as pleasure unlike any he had known before shot through his entire being. His balls drew up and his dick surged as spurt after spurt of thick virile cum shot out and into his mother’s waiting gullet.

The pleasure was drawn out of him, squeezed from his body as though he were a wet towel. By the time his ecstasy had begun to wane and his cock had been removed from his mother’s mouth he felt his knees weaken and his body sunk to the ground.

He stayed knelt on the floor for some time, his head spinning in the aftermath of the greatest pleasure he had ever known. Different emotions were at war deep within his mind. The most unimaginable shame at the incestuous act that he had committed, guilt and fear that he might have taken advantage of his drunken mother. But also a strange kind of pride and power. It felt so good, and he felt a kind of animal dominance and strength for having received it from an attractive woman. Even if said woman was his mother.

And despite everything, James felt himself grow hard again.

He glanced over at his mother who was sitting against the bed, eyes heavy lidded with inebriation, drunk on ****, **** and sex. Her smile towards him was weary and confused, and he wasn’t sure if she truly understood what she had just done or who it had been with. But he didn’t fail to notice how her legs parted slightly as a trickle of arousal glistened from her womanhood.

Should he proceed? Could he proceed? Despite having just got off his dick was achingly hard and ready for more. He wrestled with the morality of it before voices from the hallway drew close to the bedroom door.

He swore internally, his sexual frustration a churning storm within him.

“Dammit,” he muttered, “I just want to fuck someone…”