Forbidden Love Still Feels Like Love

When my son graduated from college, as a gift I took him to visit the Kennedy Space Center. He was always a NASA nerd. Bobby was also a little on the spectrum and had trouble with social cues. So, he remained inexperienced when it came to girls despite being tall and handsome. Oh, I always knew he was attracted to women, a mother just knows these things.

Because of flight delays due to the weather, our hotel was overbooked. We were lucky to even get a room, but it was limited to just a single queen-sized bed. We had to improvise. I instructed him to sit facing the window as I showered and changed into more appropriate clothes for the Florida clime. We spent a full day touring the complex. Bobby was thrilled and delighted, and we took a million photos. It was a great time, but we were exhausted. After a quick dinner we climbed into bed. I forgot about the bed sitch and just allowed him to join me. It didn’t seem fair to make him try to cram onto the small couch or try to sleep on the floor.

Later, during the night, I realized he was spooning me. It felt … well, wonderful. He has strong arms, and he held me and snored softly, I felt loved. Then, I slowly became aware that he had a full-on erection and that I had parted my legs instinctively while we slept. His cock, still in his briefs, was resting full on to my labia. I also noticed I was wet. It seemed so innocent. But here I was, my womanly parts responding only as nature intended. I fought not to reach down and … I fought with myself and rolled over and thankfully fell back to sleep.

The next day Bobby seemed not to have been aware of the last night’s inappropriateness. I decided not to say anything. It was clear he had not done anything intentional and that his body had responded just as mine had. Biology did not care two whits about social conventions. Biology did not get hung up on incest, that word that is so loaded in our society. Bobby wanted to take the tour all over again, and I let him. This time, I was preoccupied with thoughts of incest, why it was so forbidden. Of course there was the genetic danger it presented. But I had had my tubes tied long ago. No risk of a pregnancy here. The social taboo was harder to wrestle with. Except that we were both adults. No one would be taken advantage of no one would be forced or coerced. Incest seemed less daunting.

This time, I decided to remove my panties and bra from underneath my granny nightie. I told myself it would keep me cooler. Again, I awoke with his kielbasa up against my cleft, only this time my vagina was naked to the world and the hem of my nightie was pulled up far more than it should have been. I reached down and could tell both of us were leaking. That special fluid that helps grease the skids. My knees were weak, and my breathing was ragged. I reached down and his cock easily slid out of the boxers. My hand was wrapped around it. I trembled because I knew I was going to pump it a few times. It had been years since I had done something like this. I was definitely a dick loving girl from the start. The weight, the feel, everything about it thrilled me. Bobby continued to snore. I gave it a few more pumps. I felt for precum and was rewarded, and I licked it off my hand and fingers. It was delicious. My barriers were starting to fall.

The next day we explored around and rested. I could hardly wait for bedtime. I showered and primped and this time, I crawled in to bed starkers! Bobby did not seem to notice. Later, when his little soldier stood at attention, I made sure to bring his arm up to cup one of my double Gs. I eased my hips to him, and his cockhead was right against my hole. I felt whorish. I felt GOOD! So, I backed up and took his full length. Bobby stopped snoring and mumbled, “Mommy!” I nodded, “Yes honey! Let mommy help her big boy.” “Yes mommy.” I pushed him back and climbed on top and put his dick in me and rode him cowgirl style. I looked down at my son, my adult son, my creation. I felt like a goddess. His hand felt my big breasts and I arched my back. I controlled the fucking. I thought about that word again, incest, and decided it wasn’t such a bad word. It sounded kind of nice. “Oh mom,” Bobby groaned, and he lost control and pumped me full of his cum. I loved being spunked up. I loved him. This was the best vacation ever!