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Oliver rose to wake with a yawn. The room was still dim as the blinds covered the shining dawn. He checked the time on his phone from the nightstand and learned he has woken up at 6, which is unusual given how it was a saturday.
He glanced to the right and noticed the other half of the bed was empty, the blanket strewn open on that side. Mom must've gotten up early, which stirred him to rising in turn.
Although he was 13, he seldom used his own bedroom now. Sure he was a big boy now (even a man, according to Mom), but why sleep alone when he can instead cuddle up in the warm embrace of his mother?
As he got up to put on some clothes, he realized he is sporting a case of morning wood. He put on some grey shorts and one of his mom's smaller, yet still oversized for him, shirts, the lingering scent contributing to his reaction downstairs.
He left his mom's bedroom and went to quickly freshen up in the connected bathroom and washroom. He washed his face, did his business and lazily combed his messy mop of black hair that reached below his ears in places and somewhat covered his eyes.
As he arrived to the kitchen, he is greeted by a familiar sight: His mom plating their breakfast, her beautiful face made cuter by her rounded glasses and framed with ebony hair that reached past her collarbone. Today, she wore a white graphic t-shirt and some sports shorts.
"Good morning sweetie." Mom greeted, with a touch of sing-song in her voice.
"Morning mom!" Oliver curtly but excitedly replied.
They ate breakfast silently, simply enjoying eachother's company and the sunlight shining into the connected kitchen and living room.
Each putting away their plates and forks in the dishwasher, Oliver simply asked:
"Mom, can we have sex?"
"Of course sweetheart." Mom happily replied
A small cheer of "Yay!" escaped Oliver's mouth as they both walked towards the couch and undressed.
Oliver quickly threw off his shirt and was taking off his shorts and underwear while mumbling to himself "...lemme just get these off..." before he glanced upwards and was frozen in place.
His mom had dropped her shorts and was taking off her shirt with a heave. While Mom was built like an average, fairly skinny woman, she had curves in all the right places and her boobs were huge. Mom dwarfed all the actresses, models and pornstars Oliver had seen, unless they had a good amount of mass on Mom.
The real shock was seeing what was underneath her clothing. Or, more exactly, what wasn't, as Mom had decided to forgo any underwear today, letting her naked tits drop with a bounce unhindered, his mom's gorgeous naked form illuminated by dawn.
She then knelt on the couch and placed her last article of clothing (her glasses) on the nearby table and patted a spot besides her, breaking Oliver's lovestruck stupor and causing him to jog over to kneel besides her, his erection bouncing all the while. For a moment, they admired each other in silence.
"Someone's feeling virile in the morning~" Mom quipped.
Oliver nodded hard, with a hint of shyness, but kept his eyes only on mom's beautiful, sexy face.
Mom sensually chuckled in response and craned her head down, her baby boy moving upwards to match her and they made contact with a kiss. The cute mom-son kiss quickly turned to a kiss between lovers. Mom took it a step further by sliding her tongue inbetween her son's lips, her son returning the favor and the incestuous lovers moving into a make-out.
Oliver tried his best to keep, lapping up his mom with the eagerness of a puppy. But Mom's experience outpaced Oliver's effort and left him breathless.
With her free hands, she used one to slowly stroker her son's ever-hardening dick and used the other to guide her little boy towards her pussy and breast, letting his fingers work her pussy folds while the other massaged her breasts and teased her nipple.
Between the fingers in her snatch, her son groping her breast, them trying to suffocate each other with their tongues and the fact that this was her underage son, Mom was positively gushing in between her legs. Oliver was no better either, his cock leaking so much precum it slicked up his whole cock, his mom's hand and was still dripping.
As much as Mom wanted this moment to remain eternal, she ached for more. Breaking off their make-out, Mom laid on her back, head on the couch's arm rest and lips savoring the precum that glazed her hand.
It took a second for Oliver to break from his make-out induced tranced, but once he did an innocent excitement and smile returned to his face. He rushed over to his mom's soaking slit and open legs with the same emotion as if he had just seen an adorable kitty on the other side of the street. With casual experience, he put his hands on Mom's hips and slid inside as deep as he could.
The sensation was electrifying. Mom's soft velvety flesh, the burning heat, the dampness and her pussy contracting, engulfing and massaging his member. It was all so much, he had to stop and recompose himself, squeeze his eyes shut and breathe, just to avoid blowing his load too early. There's nothing quite like mommy's pussy and nowhere where he'd rather be in the whole wide world.
Mom on the other hand just barely managed to keep her composure. She came a little just from her adorable, amazing son Oliver putting it in. She felt complete, the yearning void within her plugged up and she revelled in it. If this is how her son felt now, how would he feel in just a couple-
Oliver started moving. He started with a slow pace to find his rhythm, exploring the incestuous pleasures his mom brought him. Every bump in pleasure he let out a cute moan that made his mom get a little wetter, squeeze him a little tighter. As the pleasured built so did his pace, slowly but steadily, their bodies making wet claps as they collided.
The sensations were melting together any boundary between them, the pleasure uniting them as one. Although Oliver's size wasn't anything special for a boy his age, there was no cock that could ever make her feel even a tenth of the pleasure. Her son kept up a faster and faster pace, making it painfully clear exactly what drove her crazy with pleasure: His small soft body, his adorable moans, the same black hair as her. Every thrust into her was a reminder she was commiting incest with her underage son. The taboos merely exciting her and her son further, drawing them even closer as a couple, others opinions' be damned.
The damn broke for Mom and all that pent up sensation drove her to orgasm. It led to her loudest moan today, her legs and arms gave out and her snatch spasmed and got even wetter, trying to fulfill it's function and squeeze out as much DNA from her mate as it could. Surprisingly, her awesome son managed to hold out despite all of this, albeit he did stiffen up a bit. But her mouth couldn't, she groaned and dropped any pretense of being a kindly chaste mother.
"Fuck son, that was hah amazing, gosh..." she continued to groan in pleasure
"Hey, mom?"
"Yes huff sweetie?"
"I'm getting close..."
"Oh, fuck yes sweetheart, c'mere, make mommy feel good..."
With a second wind, Mom's limbs gained new life. Her arms drapped around his head, her legs were far less romantic, wrapping around her son's waist and pulling him in as deep and tight as they go, begging him and not giving him any option except to impregnate her. The hip bump also accidentally moved Oliver forward, forcing him to post his hands on his mom's huge breasts, the additional stimulus giving Mom even more vigor.
Oliver started hammering his cock inside his Mom, his cock battering the entrance to her womb like a siege gate. Any pretense of holding back was let go and replaced with a desire to fuck his mom like a toy, using her for his own pleasure, cum churning in his balls with every plap. Mom simply encouraged him: "Fuck me! Fuck your mom good! Breed your mommy, make me bear your kids!!!". Any gaps in silence were replaced with the load moans of mother and son enjoying incestuous pleasure with wild abandon. The only thing keeping them sane was admiring each other's sweaty, needy faces as the son's cock thrust wildly inside his own mother.
Oliver's dick could barely handle it anymore, the pleasure was white hot, every hump, every slap of their bodies and jiggle of Mom's breasts chipping away to the inevitable release. His mom cried out first.
"Fuck! I'm about to cum sweetie! I love you so much! Inbreed your mother! Knock me up with four fucking kids~!"
"Mom, I'm cumming! I love you!"
Their simultaneous orgasm hit like a train. Oliver shot hose after hose of sperm inside his mother's waiting womb, pushing his body and dick as deep into her hole as he could. Just as he thought his orgasm was maybe starting to die down, his mom's folds contracted and milked out another three or four pumps of his thick, incestuous jizz. When the hose turned into a faucet and then a drizzle, he fell on his mom's plush pillows, eyes slightly tearful from squeezing them so hard during his ejaculation. He nuzzled into Mom's boobies some more and continue rolling his hips inside mommy a bit out of inertia.
Mom was completely out, no third wind here to save her now. Her legs released her vice-like grip on Oliver's butt and arms wrapped around her tuckered out son, absent-mindedly stroking his head and hair.
They enjoyed the afterglow. Just a mother and son cuddling, naked, sweaty and covered in cum.
Eventually, Mom moved Oliver's head and gave him a loving peck on the lips.
"Was that good honey? Did you enjoy that? Did it clear up your morning wood?"
"Yeah, it did..." Her son replied, happy but still tired and a bit breathless "And it felt...awesome! Thanks Mom!" punctuating by returning the peck on the lips.
"Anything else you wanna do?"
Oliver thought for a moment "...I kinda wanna go to the bathroom to pee."
"Then go do that sweetie. Afterwards, let's go freshen up in the shower, how does that sound?"
Oliver's eyes widened with joy "Hell yeah!" and as if nothing happened, he slipped out of his mother and ran his little butt to the bathroom, flaccid penis swinging the air. There was nothing better than being in the shower (or bath) with Mom! Well, except being in Mom, obviously.
Mom simply lazily rubbed her stomach with her hand, the other one picking at the cum that was flowing out of her, watching how it formed a string even as she pulled her fingers apart. She tasted the cum on her fingers (tastes like heaven, as always) and thought about the future.
If she took, if today was the day when her son's swimmers finally breach her egg, she really hoped it was gonna be a daughter. A couple daughters even. Maybe even a cute pair of twin? Her son deserved any woman he wanted, why not make a pair of hussies for him to enjoy. Show him how incest feels from the perspective of the parent...
Eventually, she got up and gathered all the clothes off the floor. Walking towards the bathroom, she readied herself to further pamper her perfect son, a whole weekend ahead of her.