Oedipussy: Confessions of A Debauched Mother Part 2 - Playing With Fire... by Daniella Donati
The second in the erotic short-story series Oedipussy: Confessions of A Debauched Mother about adult mother/son love.
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or to other works of fiction, is purely coincidental.All sexual acts depicted are between consenting adults aged eighteen and over.
The author specifically disclaims any responsibility for any liability, loss or risk, which is incurred as a consequence, directly or indirectly, of the use and application of any of the contents of this book.
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Oedipussy: Confessions of A Debauched Mother Part 2 - Playing With Fire...
The day after I'd had
sex with my own son Marc in our living room, I remember waking up in
bed with a mild hangover, and the hazy memories of the previous night
on the cusp of my mind.At first, I thought it must have all been a
dream, then as I gradually rose to full consciousness, I caught sight
of myself in the wardrobe mirror and then knew it had been for
real.My hair was dishevelled and my lipstick and make up were dried
and smeared across my face.I was still wearing my black thigh-highs
which were laddered from our aggressive lovemaking, and as I washed
my face in the sink, the memories began flooding back which made me
feel overwhelmed as I knew then it was true: I'd committed incest
with my son.I got dressed and looked round the house for Marc but
there was no sign of him, and I presumed he was feeling some internal
struggle too and unable to face me at that moment.I was actually
relieved to have the house to myself to think about everything that
had happened.I could only feel so guilty as it had occurred out of
the blue, it wasn't like I'd premeditated it, it was Marc who'd
seduced me after all.
I recall sitting on my sofa sipping
coffee with brandy, when the last thing I was expecting, a phone call
from my husband, suddenly brought me out of my reverie.He explained
that the business conference he was attending out of town was not
what he had expected it to be, and he'd had time to reflect on how
much time he'd been working instead of spending quality time with
me.I admit I felt a twinge of guilt, having to agree with his
good-natured admission of marital neglect and making him feel even
worse, when only 12 hours ago, I'd be having full sex with our son in
his house.I tried to keep my tone authoritative, as he'd let me take
the upper hand by admitting that he was in the wrong, but inside I
felt terrible.Technically, I'd cheated on him, but at the same time I
knew it was not something that would ever enter his mind even as a
slight suspicion, so I was able to keep my voice calm to the end of
the conversation.The thing that alarmed me was that he said he was
already on his way back, and would be home by early evening, and I
didn't want him to sense any awkwardness between myself and Marc,
presuming he would even come home that night.
I had a tense
two hours waiting for Marc to return, and as I saw his car pull up in
the drive outside, I felt butterflies in my stomach, having no idea
how he was going to be feeling and acting towards me.He marched into
the house and, to my surprise, smiled broadly at me as soon as he
caught sight of me sitting nervously on the sofa."Mom...hope you
weren't worried...I decided to get out of the house for a while to
get some fresh air and give you time to reflect on what
happened...obviously it was a big deal to both of us....but I just
want you to know that I don't regret what happened at all....and if
it never happens again then I can accept that, but would love it if
it did..." he said, deliberating over every word.I took all this
in and eventually replied "Son, what happened was special
between us...its not something we should feel bad about...even though
society wouldn't see it that way...but no one ever needs to
know.....listen, while you were out, something happened...your father
called...he's on his way home from the conference, coming home
earlier than planned...he'll be back in two hours....sorry to shock
you hun...".There was a stony, awkward silence.
"Well...I
had hoped we'd have some more special time together before he got
back...but I guess it is his house, he can come home when he
likes...but if it's ok with you, I might head out this evening...it
might feel just a bit too strange, so soon after last night...am
going to hit the pool hall for a few....".I nodded slowly,
understanding how he must be feeling, replying "You do what you
have to do to deal with this hun...this is going to be hard for me
too...I still have your cum in my hair, I can smell it....so my
evening will be spent in the shower.....".I shouldn't have said
anything to arouse him but something in me made me say it...maybe I
wanted to be desired like last night again.I saw his cock visibly
swell in his jeans and he walked over to me."Before I
leave.....I would love a kiss with you...the way I kissed you last
night...I don't mean a peck on the cheek, I mean a lover's
kiss...".Standing up instantly, I put my finger on his mouth to
stem his words and said "I know exactly what you mean....",
then I gazed into his gorgeous green eyes and our lips met
slowly.
He kissed me so softly and tenderly, so delicate after
his aggression last night, and I felt like a teen on her prom night,
it was so romantic, yet with that hint of perversion that added some
incendiary spice, which we both craved along with satisfying our
emotional need for each other.The kiss grew more and more passionate,
and his hands wandered down my body, groping my breasts through my
blouse, then caressing my back, down over my bottom.I felt that same
deep arousal and tingle of excitement as I pulled his head tight on
my mouth, our tongues delving and swirling with torrid desire then
slackening my mouth to let him suck my tongue, which he did with
relish.My hands slipped down onto his rear and I pulled his body
tightly to mine, feeling his thick cock pressing against my thigh,
and realizing that things were heading the same way as the previous
night, but I couldn't stop myself, he had a sexual power over me that
was simply irresistible.I quickly began unbuttoning my blouse and he
buried his head in my cleavage the moment he could.
His hands
frantically uncupped my white silk bra and he eagerly clamped his
mouth on my already throbbing, swollen nipples and sucked on them
hard as he had done the night before, and my already moist vagina
suddenly became soaked.My hand began caressing the ever growing bulge
in his jeans, and I felt it grow to full length at my touch.I started
unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans, then slid them down,
along with his skin tight briefs that he looked so good in.His cock
stood proud and erect, glistening precum on the head, which I leaned
down and licked off as soon I'd grabbed his shaft with my hand.He
moaned softly as I did so, then I sat down on the sofa to take him in
my mouth.We both knew this could be our last clear chance for a while
to be together and we were determined to make the most of it.I looked
up at him lustfully and lovingly as I sank my lips down his long
length and caressed his balls slowly with one hand, his sac feeling
as full as it had last night, and I knew I could expect another heavy
load from him.
The way
things were going, it felt like it was going to be a very similar
experience to the previous night, until Marc said suddenly "I
want to feel you riding my cock in a chair...go get one" in a
stern tone that I found thrilling.I nodded rather submissively after
taking his cock out of my mouth and got off the sofa to fetch a
wooden chair from our dining table at the end of the living room.I
brought it over and placed it in the middle of the living room and
first he told me to sit on it and hitch up my knee-length skirt over
my waist and spread my legs for him.I did as I was told and sat down,
spreading my legs as wide as I could after hitching up my skirt and
dragging my panties off with one swift motion.As soon as I splayed
wide, letting my cunt be on show for him, he looked at it with deep
lust, getting onto his knees and getting straight to work licking
it.I felt that intense sexual delight that I'd felt the night before,
the combination of his talented tongue and knowing it was my own son
doing it.His face was soon wet, his tongue lapping every drop of
pussy juice I was giving him.It made me think of that disturbingly
erotic scene in Blue Velvet where Dennis Hopper goes down on Isabella
Rossellini and eats her out, calling her his mommy.
There was
something so deeply arousing in itself about seeing his face
glistening with my cunthoney, and once he was satisfied, he raised
himself up and let me lick his face clean before we shared a sticky,
sweet tasting kiss.He then instructed me to stand up, and he took my
place on the chair, his cock rock solid.He gripped it at the base of
the shaft and told me to mount it, which I did with considerable
pleasure.I moaned deeply as I sank my pussy lips down on his meat,
feeling it stretch me deliciously, wondering how much I could take in
me without it hurting, guessing it was around eight inches, at least
an inch bigger than his father's and much thicker.He was less than
half his father's age and already twice the man.We kissed again
tenderly and he began kissing my neck, my chest and then each breast,
sucking each throbbing nipple slowly, then the suck became a full-on
suckle which suddenly made it feel both very innocent and very
debauched, and extremely erotic.It brought back such maternal
feelings that I'd had when breastfeeding him and the pleasure of his
mouth suckling me again made me wish I had milk for him.
I
held the back of his head as he gently suckled each breast, my
nipples tingling almost unbearably with the pleasure, and I began
gently riding his cock at the same time, which was a heavenly
combination.I closed my eyes, savouring the sensation of being filled
with his length whilst my breasts were attended to, and though
nothing could beat the intensity of our first time, this was a whole
new level of sensual delight, satisfying me on so many levels.I began
riding him harder and faster in the chair, and he alternated between
suckling my breasts and savagely kissing me, his strong arms grabbing
my hips and helping me ride him with increasing vigour.Once again I
was aware that, in the heat of the moment, there'd been no
precautions taken and he was inside me bareback, and I remember
thinking wild thoughts about if he came in me, I would have sex with
hubby too that night in case I got pregnant, though I hated the
thought of getting pregnant by my husband again, and knew it would be
difficult anyway at 43 years old.
I
realised that it was crazy to think like this,but knew Marc was going
to shoot soon, as I was riding him hard and fast and intuitively felt
he was close to climax.Just as I felt my own orgasm approaching, I
knew if I stayed on that powerful cock a second longer, I would give
in to my deep craving for his seed and let him spurt it inside me.I
suddenly lifted my pussy off his cock then got on my knees in front
of him, my tongue outstretched, awaiting his arcs of thick semen over
my face, and I didn't have to wait long as he grabbed my hair tightly
and held my mouth in place by his cock head.I opened as wide as I
could and gently caressed his balls which was the catalyst for him to
bolt his load, feeling the warm,thick cum splatter against my skin,
down the back of my throat, then dripping off my chin and down onto
my breasts, which I slowly rubbed into a thick, white froth for his
extra satisfaction.We kissed gently and slowly, with his jizm still
on my lips, the sticky fluid making a short web between our mouths
and making for a delightfully debauched french kiss....
As we
lay back on the sofa in the ashes of our lust, we suddenly noticed
the time, and I felt panic suddenly hit me, knowing we'd given in to
our desires once again, and that my errant husband was going to be
home in just over an hour.We both got showered and changed and I
slammed a meal in the oven, trying to be the good housewife, whilst
feeling like the worst wife and mother in the world, yet at the same
time, so sexually satisfied.It seemed to fulfil a need in me like
nothing else could, and it was going to be the hardest thing in the
world to restrain myself around Marc with my husband around, no doubt
wanting to be all luvvy-duvvy on his return.If it was going to be
difficult for me, I had no idea how Marc was going to cope, what with
his raging hormones and Oedipal complex, so keen to make himself the
man of the house.I just hoped hubby wouldn't notice anything unusual
about his behaviour, but I presumed Marc would make himself scarce
whenever he was around.
Just after 7pm, hubby turned up with a
huge smile on his face and I acted happy to see him as best as I
could.Marc acted coolly around him and made an excuse about a late
night pool game that he had agreed to.When he left, I thought my
husband had noticed something was amiss and waited nervously for him
to comment on it, but after Marc had driven away, he just turned to
me and smiled, saying "Teenagers!".I laughed and we tried
to play the happy couple, sharing a bottle of wine on the sofa as he
regaled me with boring anecdotes about his conference where I was
never sure where to laugh, there was rarely an obvious punchline.As
he blathered on, my mind kept filling with images of what had
happened before, the visceral thrill of riding my son's cock as he
suckled my breasts.I felt so grateful that hubby had no idea what I
was thinking as he sat next to me, completely oblivious as to what
had gone under his one roof that day.When Marc returned, it was
nearly midnight, and I read the jealousy on his face as he saw us
reclined on the sofa, hubby with his arm around me, and he said
goodnight quietly before heading to his room.I could tell it was
eating him up inside seeing me being romantic with my husband, but I
wanted to scream out that it was all just an act to appear
normal.
The next
night, I expected Marc to disappear once again, as hubby was all over
me, wanting sex clearly having giving him an excuse about feeling
tired the previous night, and had brought in an expensive bottle of
wine to help loosen me up.I was surprised when Marc began wandering
in and out of the room, making his presence known and pretending not
to notice my husband being overly affectionate with me on the
sofa.When Marc walked into the kitchen, I decided it was time to have
a little chat with him.I walked in and quietly asked if he was
planning on staying in the whole night.He suddenly stood up close to
me, making me intake breath sharply, then ran his hand over my
breasts as if marking his territory, and whispered "Don't make
love to him tonight...come into my room after you know he's
asleep....".I was speechless, I couldn't believe for a second
what he was suggesting, but I could tell he was deadly serious by his
expression.I looked around nervously and whispered back "I
can't!" through gritted teeth.He left the kitchen without a
further word and we didn't see him for the rest of the
night.
Needless to say, his words were all I could think about
as hubby plied me with wine, not noticing how distracted I
was.Eventually, we went upstairs to bed and hubby of course tried it
on again.I made another excuse about having a headache after all the
wine and expected him to be angry, but he was a never a good drinker
himself and rolled over with a tired sigh, falling asleep
instantly.It was at that moment that, for the first time, I was
starting to seriously contemplate Marc's words to me in the
kitchen.Hubby was without a doubt in a deep sleep and Marc's room was
just a few steps along the hallway.I was just wearing a black
negligie with black silk panties underneath.I thought how simple it
would be to slip them off and quietly step out of the room into
Marc's.It was such an insane idea, so risky and needlessly so, but it
was also incredibly exciting and tempting.Marc's confidence was so
alluring but I knew that the slightest noise could rouse hubby from
his slumbers.I must have lain there deliberating for half an hour
before finally deciding to play with fire, and started sliding off my
panties.
I walked on tiptoe stealthily out of our bedroom,
across the landing and, taking a deep breath, pushed Marc's door
open.It was as if he knew I would come.He was laying awake, dimly lit
by the moon shining through the window, already naked beneath his
sheets.As he saw me enter, he pulled back the covers to reveal his
gorgeous body, his cock already flaccid.I walked over to him as
softly as I could manage, then lowered my mouth to his, and the
sensation made my whole body shudder with excitement.We kissed for
what seemed a very long time then he encouraged me to get on the bed
and straddle him, putting my hand on his cock to bring it to full
attention.With my caress, it soon reached its full size and I brought
my pussy down onto it as slowly as I could, one hand over my mouth to
stifle my excited squeals, my thighs straddling either side of his
legs.As his cock entered me, I felt like the most wicked wife in the
world, my husband soundly asleep in the next room as I secretly rode
our son's cock without shame only a few feet away.