Motherlode - Part 1

 

Sometimes I like to possess my mom to get off in her body.

I would run my hands over my newfound curves, marveling at the softness of her skin and the way her breasts felt so full and heavy. My heart raced as I dared to slip a hand under the fabric of her bra and onto her warm, bare skin.

I closed my eyes, moaning softly as I imagined what it must be like for her, my mother, to feel this every day. My fingers trailed downward, venturing into forbidden territory, tracing the outline of her lace panties. The fabric was damp, and I knew that my actions were having an effect on her. I could almost feel the wetness between my own legs, and the thought of arousing myself in her body was both thrilling and terrifying.

In my parents’ bedroom, with the door locked and the curtains drawn, I let myself sink further into this depraved fantasy. I unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts from captivity, and took one swollen nipple into my mouth. I sucked gently at first, then harder as the sensations intensified.

Tonight, I was going to go further than ever before. I was going to let my father fuck me.

The thought of my father, oblivious to the fact that it was me, his own son, in my mother's body, sent a shiver down my spine. I let my hand slip further into my panties, discovering just how wet I had made myself. I moaned into the empty room, biting my lip to stifle the sound.

I knew this was wrong - I knew it deep down in the pit of my stomach - but I couldn't stop myself. The thrill of the taboo combined with the sensations coursing through my mother's body were too much to resist. I needed more.

As if on cue, I heard the front door open and close downstairs. My heart leaped into my throat as adrenaline coursed through me. This was it - the moment of truth. My father's footsteps grew louder as he climbed the stairs. My heart hammered in my chest, and I could feel my mother's pulse quicken in anticipation. The doorknob turned and the door creaked open, spilling light into the dimly lit room.

My father stepped inside, his eyes roaming over my mother's semi-nude form, silhouetted against the dim light filtering through the closed curtains.

"Hi honey," he said, his voice thick with desire as he closed the door behind him, "I didn't expect you to be... like this,"

His gaze lingered on my exposed breasts.

In that moment, I froze. What had I done? This was wrong on so many levels, but there was no turning back now. I had to see this through to the end.

My heart raced as he undid his pants, exposing himself to me. He was hard, ready for her... ready for me.

"Get on the bed," he growled, his voice rough with desire.

I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside of me, to feel what my mother had felt.

He didn't waste any time. With one swift motion, my father entered her, filling her up completely. A moan escaped from both of our lips, the sensation familiar yet foreign at the same time. It felt both wrong and exhilarating to be doing this with my own father, but the pleasure was too intense to care.

He began to move inside her, his thrusts rhythmic and deep, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. His hands gripped her hips tightly as he moaned my name - her name - in ecstasy.