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Again, I was inside Sandra... Yet this time, our fruitful deed of intercourse echoed a resounding truth in our minds. Every gasp Sandra summoned, every ripple of pleasure that washed across that bronzed ass... I knew. Sandra proclaimed between her breathless heaves; "You're inside me." My only reply was a deeper lunge into that scrumptious ass. I knew then that Sandra and I would be together for a VERY long time indeed.
Sandra later woke to find her lips being tasted by mine. I loved doing that, especially to someone I am falling for. Telling smiles were shared as our first kiss of the day proved to be the first of many. It was Saturday, and we both had the next two days to do whatever we pleased.
"Can I use your little girls room?" she asked.
"Only if you promise to let me watch." I replied with a coy grin. "It's right over here."
I pointed to my large private bath adjoined to my room. With a quick kiss of assurance, Sandra crawled out of bed. I watched her, admiring her womanly outline... that wide, shapely ass.
The way her back plunged in her spine to curve out those two spherical cheeks. After closing the door, I remembered David...
"Sweetie," I said, whispering loudly. "are you still there?" I asked. "Hit something once for yes."
A dull knock was heard from the closet nearby.
"Have you seen everything?" I asked.
A dull knock came again.
A smile quickly ensued. I couldn't believe that I had actually done this.
To allow a son to watch his Mother make love. I wondered what must have been going through that young man's mind as he witnessed our primal acts of lovemaking. I then imagined the two of them making love for the first time. Seeing his hard cock gently ease into Sandra's warm, inviting womb.
I then realized that these two would do far more than merely have sex together... they were going to spend the rest of their lives together... as one. As husband and wife.
Sandra came back into the room-easing under the sheets with me. A warm smile graced her face as she could tell I was hiding something. Her grin melted my token resistance.
"What is it?" She asked.
"Nothing" I replied, kissing her lower lip. Sandra wasn't about to give up, and I could tell. I caved. My heart was racing... I was about to cross the point that would forever seal David and Sandra's fate. What would happen? Would Sandra reject her son's impassioned feelings for her, or would she accept them and allow a forbidden love to flourish? The concept arrested my senses as Sandra leaned closer for another kiss. My lips savored her heartfelt efforts, yet knowing full well that the next set of lips she would be kissing would be that of her very own son's.
"I have someone I'd like for you to meet." I whispered as our lips tenderly broke their seal.
Sandra paused, unsure of my news. For all she knew, I was to be her newly found love... her girlfriend, her lover.
"What do you mean?" she asked, leaning back slightly. I could tell see the apprehension in her face.
"I mean that there is someone I'd like for you to get to know. I've got a feeling that he's going to be the perfect man for you." I said.
"A man?" she said, not wanting any part of it. I saw that this would be a hard sale.
"Not like any other man you've ever known, Sandy." I cooed in my most alluring, seductive tone. "This young man is perfect for you. He was made for you. Trust me on this."
"I haven't had much luck with men, darling. Why do you think I'm here with you?" Sandra said.
My left hand tucked her saffron locks behind her ear softly; "But I can't give you another child like you wanted. This young man wants children-I know he does."
Sandra realized I was right. She sighed deeply, and grasped my hand with hers. "What's he like?" she asked.
I cracked an evil grin, knowing full well I was about to describe her son to her. "Why don't you let me introduce you two, and find out for yourself?"
"When?" she asked.
"How about right now?" I said, leaning back to get up.
The look on her face was bewilderment, but rather eager. I could see that she wanted to get dressed to make her more seem more acceptable to a stranger. All she could do was pull the bed sheet around her chest somewhat cautiously. It was now or never.
"First thing's first." I said, reaching under my bed to bring out my Velcro restraints.
"I want to make sure you don't get away." I said, giving her another one of my erotically charged looks as I secured her wrists and ankles to the bedposts. The look on her face was utter fright, yet zealous anticipation.
"It's okay, sweetheart. It'll all make sense soon. Trust me." I said as I laid her back on the bed as I tightened the last restraint to her wrist. "He's going to make you so happy, Sandy. I just know he will."
With that, I climbed off my bed and approached my closet door. "David?" I said. "Why don't you come out and meet your soul mate?"
After what seemed like an eternity, the closet door began to creak open tediously. I caught a glimpse of Sandra, who was now heaving in breathless curiosity. It was then that her eyes filled themselves with the semblance of her handsome, vigorous young son. He had shed his shirt, obviously from sitting inside the closet all night long. I could tell he too was beleaguered with fright, as well as guilt from seeing his disrobed Mother positioned directly in front of him. I strolled over to David, spreading my fingertips over his broad, handsome shoulders... caressing him like a prize I had just won.
"David, this is Sandra. Sandra this is David. I know you two are going to just make the perfect couple."
Sandra jolted in disgust, testing the strength of her restraints. Trying to sit up, she began to panic.
"Shannon! Are you crazy? Oh my God!!" she exclaimed in offense, profoundly repulsed by the idea. "He's my son for God's sake!! Have you lost your mind?"
"Mom please..." David tried to say.
"David, what has she done to you?" she asked, still trying to free herself.
"Nothing, Mom..." David said in shame as he tried his best not to look at his attractive, sumptuous Mother laying there without a shred of clothing on. Her perfectly golden body, those abundant, motherly breasts... that lustrous abdomen that begged for the right touch. Any man would die for just one touch of her, even if it was her very own son.
I had to step in. "I gave him the chance to express his true self. To give in to his most forbidden wants. What's so wrong with a boy loving his Mother like that?" I said, raising my voice to prove my point.
"You have no clue how much this boy loves you, Sandra. Maybe if you would have been around him more, you would have noticed that."
Ouch. I hit a sore spot in her. Once again, I had proved my point. She withdrew slightly, only to catch David gazing at her marvelous body. She felt so ashamed like this.
Nude, tied up, and nowhere to go.
"If you only knew how much he loves you. How he practically cries every time he speaks of you..." I said, going over to her. Sandra snarled at me, virtually lunging at me with the utmost hatred and wrath a person could muster.
"This is sick!!" she barked, trying to get free. "You could go to jail for what you're doing!" she said.
"I would gladly go to jail so this boy can express his love for you." I said, stroking her bare leg.
"Sandy, please... I know this is tough, but I truly feel that you know deep in your heart that this is right." I said as my voice lowered. "You're not a fighter, or someone who hates... you're a lover. I see that in your eyes. And that's why I've fallen in love with you."
Sandra halted her tirade, slowly glancing over at me. David stood motionless; still enraptured by the sight of his heavenly Mother. I placed my hand upon her face to prove my point... an affirmation... a pledge to her...
"I do, Sandy. I do love you. Just as much as I love your son. I love you both. That's why I know you two were meant for each other." Sandra began to sob heavily. I could tell she was fighting this with all of her will power. I then nestled closer to her...
"Who else would always love you unconditionally, without any fears or doubts... without any guilt. Just pure love?"
"This is so... wrong. I can't." she said, sparring with the thoughts that were racing inside her head. "He's my son, Shannon. I can't do that to him."
Murmuring into her ear, I said; "No other man will ever love you the way that David will. No one else will ever stand by you like him. You know that as well as I do..." I retorted. It was then that my plan began to take shape.
I stood from where Sandra was at, sauntering over to her son nearby. Bare chested, I took him by the hands to steer him to the bed. I could hear Sandra's breathing swell as we got closer, not knowing what was in store for her.
"Come on, David." I said, sensing his uneasy demeanor. "Let's show your Mother what you mean."
As the words fell out of my mouth, I ascended upon the bed next to Sandra with David hand in hand, inching along beside me. I motioned David onto his back, gradually placing him beside Sandra, who by now had turned her face away from us both in disgust. David eased back carefully, looking at his Mother for any sign of her approval, but none came. As he found a cozy spot on the bed, my hands began to undo his pants.
"I want you to watch what I'm about to do." I said, unzipping her son's pants.
His already erect cock had made its presence known to all. My hands slipped the confining material beyond his knees so I could free his aching cock. He was now completely nude in front of his own Mother. Sandra still kept her sights away from us, but that was okay. I knew it wouldn't be long before she would come around.
As my fingertips gently blanketed around his extended cock, I sighed in relief.
"Oh Sandy, look at this... Look at your boy's cock in my hand. This is so beautiful." I said as David unexpectedly shuddered in breathless hope and wonderment.
It was so thick... so pure. My full breasts heaved as I took a breath, lowering their weighty mass above his penis. Releasing my mild grip, I straddled him as my breasts swayed up and down across his cock. David was so ready... so eager.
My hair fell over my face as I felt myself being swept away in the moment... I moaned slightly as David's hands touched my shoulders gently, as if to motion me. I loved his touch...
"Oh Sandy. You made the perfect lover. Oohh... Did you know how good he was going to be when you carried him in your belly?" I said as David gasped aloud. I then entangled a moan with a low chuckle... "Ooooh, David likes that thought, doesn't he?" I whispered.
"Yes." he shivered in reply.
"David wants to be back inside his dear sweet Mother, doesn't he?" I whispered again, this time aiming my comments at Sandra. "To be where he belongs."
"Yes." David said in a higher pitch, obviously stricken with overwhelming hope and heartfelt aspiration.
My breasts maintained their slow, gentle caressing of his manhood. I could tell the mood was now turning in my favor. The initial shock was over, and now the tone gradually set itself into motion. I could sense that Sandra was letting her wrath go, but she was far from yielding.
"I'm going to taste David's cock now, Sandy. And he's going to imagine it's you doing this to him, not me." I said as my lips separated, allowing his thickness to ease into my impatient, famished mouth. My scalding breath fell over his cock, sending shudders throughout his young body.
David cried out as my tongue glazed across its rigid texture, enveloping his massive reproductive organ. It felt so good to have David back inside my mouth, but it would be even better with it lodged down the throat of his Mother. With my hands at his sides, I began guiding my lips up and down his length, allowing ample saliva to lubricate my feast.
I was lost in my own world by this point, and when I tasted David's pre-cum, I knew I was close. It was then I finally glanced upward to see David's head swimming in the moment. His eyes clinched shut, summoning all of his will power to not yet cum.
I then noticed something that caught me completely off guard... Sandra was staring directly at him. I was completely stunned. It was as if she had a thousand yard stare, unaware of her surroundings, yet painstakingly focused on her boy who was getting a very wet and thorough blowjob. I couldn't smile, but knew my plan was beginning to take root. His gasps commanded both Sandra and my attention. How could they not? Quivers matured into convulsions, gasps were now shouts of pure adoration. I had to act...
I quickly crawled up, much to David and Sandra's surprise, and grabbed his left hand. Undoing Sandra's right wrist, I clasped both of their hands together as I re-tied their hands in the restraint.
"I'll convince you yet that you two belong together." I said as I swiftly tied it back, yet this time, Mother and son were hand in hand. Sandra looked off again, ashamed of herself. With my lips back on David's cock, I watched with gleeful delight as Sandra's gaze soon came to my own.
More convulsions soon followed as David clutched his Mother's hand... Sandra had balled her hand so that he couldn't hold it, but soon her palm openly accepted her son's touch as the beginnings of an orgasm soon made itself known. Sandra watched my actions with wonderment as I slurped away on her son's penis.
I could see the dilemma in her eyes... the fear and anxiety that was ripping her heart to shreds. Her son's growing cries of expectation captured Sandra's attention. And as I tasted the first flood of David's warm, life giving bouillon, Sandra now held his hand with the same urgency that he did. David bucked beneath me as his semen overflowed into my mouth. It was then I heard him cry out for his long lost love...
"Mother... Oh Mother." he gasped. Eyes still clamped shut, David's head was now resting upon Sandra's shoulder.
"Oh Baby." Sandra replied with a most loving and compassionate tone.
I could almost sense by her tone that she was somewhat envious of my task, but I didn't want to assume that just yet. All Sandra could do was watch her son thrust uncontrollably, and most violently. By all means, Sandra had probably never seen a male experience such a powerful orgasm before in all her life. Her expressions were that of pure amazement... she watched his every move, every breath with unwavering attention. Sandra glanced back at me briefly, as if to make sure I was savoring every drop of her precious son's sperm... she had nothing to worry about. I was.
I then decided to give Sandra a personal show. Something to make her think... Another flood of David's sperm gushed forth, and my swallowing came to a halt. Sandra witnessed her son's seed trickle down his entire length. With my eyes on hers, I opened my mouth as wide as it could possibly go. Engulfing his cock in one fluid stroke, I then ingested his sperm as our eyes locked together in the most thoughtful expression two women could share. I could tell by the look on her face that it would only be a matter of time before she too would be feasting upon her son's cock.
After the last few spurts of David's sperm seeped out, I then lifted my head to gaze directly at Sandra. I looked at her, as if to say; "See what you could have had?" My cum soaked lips and tongue held her attention as I mounted her slowly, leaning my face down to hers. The inner conflict was evident as Sandra knew I wanted to kiss her... Turning her head away, I swiftly clutched her jaw with my hand to bring her lips to mine.
Still catching his breath, David watched with impatience as I kissed his Mother. Sandra resisted at first, eventually abandoning her opposition with a deep soul kiss. I could feel her tongue slide into my mouth, hoping to savor any leftover drops of her son's semen. We must have kissed for an hour, immersing one another in our passion for each other. David watched from barely two inches away as Sandra and I writhed our bodies together...
I was so in love with her... and the fact that I allowed myself to admit it was a feat that I myself never would have imagined. These two people meant the world to me, and I wanted the both of them with me for a long, long time.
Sensing her hunger, I intentionally backed away from Sandra. I knew she didn't want to let me go, but now was the time she needed to focus on developing her relationship with her devoted son. I leaned back, stepping off the bed to see that David and Sandra's hands were still bound together. They both weren't going anywhere unless I decided to let them go.
No. They were staying right where they were.
"I'm going to leave you two alone now. I think you both have a lot to talk about." I said slipping on my white satin robe, walking out of the bedroom.
Both of their faces clearly begged me not to leave, but I knew my time there had ceased. I glanced back at the both of them as I quietly closed the bedroom door behind me. I knew that David could set his Mother free with enough convincing, but something told me they both were going to stay. Their relationship would never be the same if they left now, and they knew it.
It was about mid afternoon when I came back in from a relaxing swim in my heated pool.
I felt so good as the warm water enveloped my unsheathed frame. Yet all during my swim, I imagined what could possibly be going on upstairs in my bedroom. Curiosity getting the best of me, I decided to quietly go back upstairs to take a peek inside. As I approached the top of the stairs, I heard their voices booming from within. They both were arguing over Sandra's abandonment of David year's prior. Sandra tearfully explained her reasons why she left as her heartbroken son listened... I knew then to back away, and go downstairs. This was their time.
Tending to some business later in the day, I spent the rest of the afternoon and early evening downstairs in my study. I will admit it was quite frustrating as I continually wanted to check on their progress-if any, throughout the rest of the day. I decided that I would make them both dinner since it had been a very long day for all of us. I made them a zesty Italian pasta dish, and thought that serving them in bed might be a welcome idea.
I began to fancy the notion of tending to these two. It seemed that all three of us were venturing into unchartered waters in the last day or so. Sandra and David as lovers, and myself dealing with these fond emotions for them. I went back upstairs to check on their progress (if any) a few hours later. I knew that this would be a most difficult transition for Sandra. I was asking for her to not only have sex with her own child, but to give her heart and soul to him as his lover. This would not be easy.
I walked back in to see the two sitting on opposite ends of the bed. Both of them had my bed sheets covering their naked bodies in shame. Still dressed in my white silk robe, I made my way to where Sandra sat, and knelt in front of her as I took her hands in mine. I could see the guilt on her face as she looked away from me.
"Please look at me, Sandra." I said as quietly as possible, clutching her hands cautiously.
The agony besieged her thoughts-fighting to make eye contact with me. Her eyes were swollen from innumerable tearful episodes. I pacified her in sympathy as I fondled her cheek benevolently.
"I can't do this." She replied, still quite emotional. "It's wrong."
"It's okay, sweetheart... It's okay." I retorted in my most understanding tone. "But I'm only doing this for the both of you. I know you want to be loved and to have a relationship that's unconditional."
"With my own son?" she quickly answered.
"Your son? Sandra... You haven't had a relationship with him in any way for how many years now?"
Her head dropped in remorse. She knew I was right.
"All he had was a distant memory of you, and an occasional picture to stare at. Sweetie, all I'm asking is for you to think about it. Think about the joy you two could have. He loves you so much, darling. He really does. You should have seen how excited he was when we role played with me as his Mother... I've never seen anyone so thrilled."
The deliberation in her mind was clearly noticeable. I glanced back at David for just a moment to see him watching Sandra like a sad puppy dog. He looked so helpless.
"Look at him, Sandra. Look at how he looks at you. Can't you see the love in that boy's heart for you?" I asked.
Sandra hesitated to look, but did so as she and David made eye contact briefly before she looked off. I tightened my hands around hers.
"Sandy-answer this for me, okay?" I said, changing my tone. "When I was sucking David's cock earlier, I saw you looking at him. You were looking at him, weren't you? Weren't you?"
She wouldn't answer. Without warning, I jolted her hands for an answer.
"Sandy!!"
"Yes." she said under her breath in shame.
"And when I made him cum, you were holding his hand for dear life, weren't you?" I said, persevering with my convincing tone.
"Dammit Sandy-I know you loved what you were looking at. I saw you looking at him with that longing in your eyes. Just like you did with me. And you loved it when he came, didn't you?"
"Yes." she replied in awed silence.
"Do you realize that when he came, he came for you? He was thinking about you the whole time I was sucking his cock. That was for you," I said.
Sandra sighed, distraught from the impasse at hand. He was so attractive, and very much what she wanted in a mate. But to make her son her lover was against everything she held dear to her heart. If she were to cross that line, her life would never be the same. How would she answer to this? How would she explain this to her friends and family?
I had to react before she went any further...
"Look, you two obviously had no relationship before today. If you all can at least try, and then it flops, then you all can go back to being distant like before. You have nothing to lose. It's a win-win situation... you can be loved and adored like you've always wanted.
To have a committed, lasting romance with a man who worships the ground you walk on."
Sandra realized I had a point. No one knew of her son at work, or in her personal life. She could easily pass this off as her younger lover-an older woman seeking the joy and stamina of a younger man. I saw the flickering gleam of possibility in her eyes... I knew then that there was a chance. Fate was dealing with her heart, and Sandra knew this to be true.
"David, why don't you come over here and help me convinces your Mother that you're the perfect man for her?" I asked, motioning for him to come closer. He reluctantly did so, still draped in the sheet.
"Without that sheet." I said in a more pressing voice.
He hesitated, but agreed as the cloth fell to the floor. Sandra glanced off, but not for long as I ordered her to look at her fully nude son.
"No-look at him Sandra," I snapped.
David sheepishly approached us as I could tell he was already beginning to get aroused. His incredible length soon sprout to life as I positioned him directly in front of his Mother. The tension between them was apparent, but I was resolved to break down those walls. This was becoming more and more of a personal quest for me... Could I really get these two in bed together? More than that, would they end up spending the rest of their lives together? I had to know... I just had to.
David stood barely two feet from his Mother, sporting a semi-erect penis. His was so nervous, yet so was Sandra. She kept trying to look away, but something held her there. She could have made a mad dash for the door, but she stayed. This was all the convincing I needed to certify that this love affair was well worth pursuing. Now was the moment I could utilize my prose with words...
"I want you to look at your son's penis, Sandy. Look at his beautiful body with admiration." I said as my left hand began to carefully fondle David's left thigh.
My right hand still grasped Sandra's as I felt her hold tense up. Her eyes went from his feet-progressing to his well-built legs and groin.
"Did you ever think your child would become so handsome? This perfect?" I said as my fingertips reached the base of his cock.
By now, his erection came to it's full potential. David's breathing decreased as my fingers cloaked his bulky, solid shaft--lazily stroking it with deference. "You see this, sweetheart?" I inquired as I looked to see that same look on Sandra's face as before... that uninhabited expression of wonderment.
"I want you to think of him as your lover, not your son. Look at him as if he is your man," I said.
I could tell my words were swaying Sandra as she sat motionless, watching my hand continued with its long, slow caresses. David's lungs heaved with expectancy as his cock protruded to it's full ten-inch length. She blinked, sitting back as the last of her doubts sprang forth.
"I can't." She huffed as I ended her self-imposed torment with a full kiss on her mouth.
My tongue vigorously glided passed her own as her son almost fell over due to my hand job.
His entire frame was being riveted by early signals of orgasm. He quickly stood before we both caught him. I smiled seeing Sandra immediately assume her Motherly role as protector and safe keeper of her son... Her hands went from mine to David's sides, buoyantly touching his skin.
"Are you okay, baby?" she asked in a loving, concerned tone.
Her hands gingerly felt her son's quivering stomach as he looked down at her. He nodded yes as she felt the sculpted texture of David's lower body-his brawny physique fascinated her immensely. She loved a lean and fit looking man, and the movements in her hands said it all.
She hesitated as she sighed again, but this time the sigh was one of surrender. David balanced himself, relishing his Mother's inquisitive caresses with gusto. His cock now stood straight out, barely an inch from his Mother's lips...
Sandra's blank gaze went from her son's chest to his susceptible cock. I could see Sandra's yearning, but hesitation soon demanded her attention. Her fondling ceased as David held his breath...