Unspoken Pleasure

Austin started in safe places. He picked up his mother's arms and hands. She let him move her, not limp, but pliant. Austin started sudsing his mother's flat stomach. God, he had no idea how sexy a woman's abdominals could be. The way the musculature rippled under his fingers.

Christine reached down and pulled her son's soapy hands up to her breasts. They both shared a sigh as Austin's slippery digits took hold of his Mommy's mounds. The place he used to sup on as a baby, now bringing them both a very different sort of satisfaction. Austin hefted his Mom's tiny titties in his hands. Thumbed her nipples and massaged the soft flesh.

"Oh baby... That's so nice," Christine said, and arched her back to give her son fuller access.

Again, Austin wondered at where this sensuous sexpot had come from. As for his own need to maintain mastery, Austin no longer cared. Was this the drugs? Was this Austin, himself? What did it matter when it meant he got something he wanted so badly? He wasn't going to let a stupid thing like rational thought get in the way of something so important.

"I have other parts in need of cleaning, you know," Christine said with a smirk. Austin had been absently kneading his mother's boobs for quite a while, it seemed. Why not? Austin was smart enough to know that when you hold perfection in your hands, the only dumb thing to do is let go.

"Sorry, Mom. Your tits are so fucking awesome."

"I always did have trouble getting you to let go of them," Christine said. Austin felt his face grow hot.

"Here, let Mommy give you a hint," Christine said. She pushed Austin's hands off her chest and turned around. She bent over, hands on knees, and presented her tight little ass to him. And beneath that, Austin could see the beginnings of his Mom's pink pussy. The place from where he'd once come. Labia engorged and hanging open.

Well then. There were certainly other pieces of perfection that Austin could pay attention to.

Dutifully, the blonde son reached out with the bar of soap and started worshipping at his Mom's beautiful butt. He squeezed and molded her muscled cheeks. Then, without pausing to wonder at what he was doing, Austin ran his soapy finger right up his Mother's crack. She jumped a little, squealed, but settled back.

"Naughty boy," Christine said.

Austin responded by smacking his mother's pert, rounded bottom.

She jumped and gasped again. "I think I'm the one who spanks you, dear," Christine said.

Austin ran his finger down his mother's crack again, teased at her brown back hole, then slid it right down and into her pussy. Now Christine really sucked in her breath. She backed up slowly, drawing more of Austin's finger inside her dripping, wanting sex.

Austin didn't think getting soap up there was such a good idea, though, so he quickly pulled his finger back out. Besides, he had a far better tool prepared for his Mother's tempting twat. Although, it would create more of a mess in there instead of cleaning it up.

Austin reached down and with painful slowness began pointing his pendulous penis at his mother's pussy. But Christine slipped out of his grasp.

"Not yet, baby," Christine said, "We have to get you clean first, too."

Christine stood up and turned around. She snatched the soap out of Austin's hand. The blonde boy towered over his mother. He had a good foot on her, at least. But the way Christine stood, how she held her arms and hips, Austin still felt like a little boy beneath his mother's watchful eye.

Christine reached out with the bar of soap. Like her son had before, she started on Austin's arms. She seemed to trace his every muscle. Cooing with every hard bulge and tight tendon.

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She let her hands drift down to Austin's chest and stomach. She tweaked his nipples a bit, but mostly just dragged her hands over his body. Christine smiled at her son in a way that no mother ever should. Austin only groaned. Suddenly, without warning, Christine reached down and grabbed Austin's cock in her slippery hands.

"Ahhhh, Mom! Ssssoooooo good."

Christine giggled, her massive son now so pliant in her little fingers. It was like she'd found a point of leverage, could tip her son's entire body with just a turn of her pinky.

Austin's eyes sunk closed and he leaned back against the shower wall while his mother pulled at his penis. She really was cleaning it. Running the soap up and down the shaft, under the head and around his nutsack. But that was more than enough stimulation for Austin to feel his balls boiling. Just begging to burst.

"Mommy's going to get you nice and clean," Christine said, "So you can get us both dirty all over again. Especially Mommy's naughty little pussy. I know it's wrong, but Mommy needs it so bad. Can you do that for me, baby? Give Mommy a nice big load of baby boy batter? Right in Mommy's aching, wanting womb?"NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

"Oh, Mom... Fuck yes," Austin said. He lolled his head and it fell under the vent. The woman next door had gone quiet. The water switched off. Was she gone? Austin barely cared. His mother's slippery fingers felt so good on his cock. Christine put her hands around her son's muscular butt. She dipped her soapy finger down his crack and booped his own butthole.

"Just a little revenge," Christine said with a smile. She stepped back. Like admiring her handiwork.

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Austin was eyeing his mother, as well. But more like a lion looking at a gazelle. An apt description for his athletic Mom, actually. Austin stepped forward, his massive dong leading the way. Christine's eyes got small. A little scared. She stepped back.

Austin tried to move closer again. Christine's back against the wall. Gingerly, she settled onto the little wooden bench. Helpful to have furniture in here, Austin thought.

"Here, let Mommy help you with that," Christine said. Her head was right at cock-level. She opened her mouth and licked her son's dick from root to stem. Mother and son both groaned as Christine took his cock into her mouth. She bobbed back and forth, planting little kisses on his cockhead.

Austin closed his eyes and focused on the sensation of his mother's tongue and lips on his cock. Christine wasn't nearly as good at sucking as Lexi. He knew he shouldn't compare his sister to his Mom, but he couldn't help it. Austin stepped back. Christine looked up at her son with a look of slight confusion and concern.

Austin knew what he wanted. What he needed. And he was going to take it. He lifted his mother up by her flanks and turned her, so she was bent over the bench. Pussy proudly pointing upwards. Austin took hold of his dick and lined it up with the place from which he'd once been born. Christine wiggled her bottom a bit, expectantly.

"Well, don't keep me waiting, young man," she said sternly.

Austin grinned, then buried his cock in his Mom's steamy pussy. They groaned together, the same shared genetic sound, as son once again became physically connected to his mother. So deep, Austin thought he really might be reentering his Mother's womb.

"Thaaat's a good boy," Christine said.

"Oh, Mom," Austin said, "So good."

Words were already slipping away from him as the tight wetness of his mother's snatch slammed his brain closed. Austin drew back, then slowly pushed forward. He ran his fingers over his mother's dripping body. Her abs and arms. Moving gradually. Savoring every sensation.