From the Clip of Chip and His Mom
by oediplex©
{Adult fantasy literature. The author neither advocates nor encourages any illegal or harmful activities which may damage oneself or another; either physically or emotionally or in any other way. If you find sexual situations offensive you are free to not continue reading this story. This story is based on real people, real situations and real desires. The characters and plot are fictional, but not far from the truth. Many of my stories are inspired by the illustrations of Pandora's Box, the world renowned artist of mother / son relations.}
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If any one has the video clip of this scene please email me information. I saw it once and it inspired this written recreation of that totally hot coupling. In my imagination it is taking place somewhere in suburban Fairfield County Connecticut, the year is 1988.
The question, Barbara thought to herself was not how she had gotten into such a predicament, but how could she get out of it. The dick was about to go in and she knew the outcome of that awesome action. The sin of incest with her eighteen-year-old son. She knew what he was after; the problem was that part of her wanted him that way too. Most especially the part of her he was licking at that very moment between her legs.
He was driving her crazy with the technique of using both his tongue and neck motion. She had no defense against renewed attacks on her clit and labia, which was doing zings of ecstasy and waves of fuck-lust to her sexual center. No clothing provided any barrier; her panties on the floor, the short slip ridden up to her navel. Her nipples strained against the lacy cups that were spilling the pillows of her flesh.
The blond curly haired youth grinned up at her momentarily, before diving into paradise face first again. As their eyes met in that instant, she saw the whole scene as if it were being filmed. It was kind of an out-of-body experience. She saw the two of them on the bed. Chip, her only son was kneeling naked between her widespread legs; his attention was all on her pussy. She adored the young Adonis before her, his slender waist leading to a set of delicious buns that she wanted to rub and feel, especially when they were thrusting between her thighs! His erection was an object of sculpted art to her.
She understood that saying yes would be just as much a major change in their relationship as if she answered no. But her 'no' was lost among the 'OohH!'s of her peaks. The "yes --please' for just the right spot his tongue was touching was confused for permission being granted to finish what he had started. But enforcement of the limits of intimacy and sexual taboos was not an option either, as her will power was completely overcome by his passion for her. Her lust for sensual satisfaction was an ache of burning hot flesh, open and hungry and needy. The last vestige of propriety sailed away from her conscience like a silk scarf in a strong wind, fading into the distance of memory.
And HERE was the MOMENT! Chip stretched up along her body with his lips making hops from mons to navel, atop nipple then lightly pressing her lips. The lean youthful torso felt firm, yet without the heavy muscles, which would develop in later years. So he was light as he rested his weight on her. He used his hands for leverage, as his slender boyish hips guided his man-size penis up along the valley of her pubic grotto, seeking her steamy sheath. Like a little reverse lap dance, the tip wriggled in the triangle of his mother's mystery.
No . . . Yes . . . The answer was as slippery as her cunt, as hard as his cock; because the question was as smooth as his beautiful boner, answered as easily as it would be to enter her eager beaver. His lips were on hers, his tongue in her mouth; they began the fuck with that little incursion.
A little earlier he had come to her, just for to kiss and comfort her, but he had a type of relief she was in ache for, physical love and release. He had come to her when he was in need; he had come to her as she was in need. Like tonight, Chip some how knew she needed hugs . . . and more, much more. And he had made her CUM! And Cum & cum n'cum; he was ferocious. It was sooo goood and it had been ssoo loongg. She could stop it; he had come to give her these best-of-her-life orgasms, and she couldn't resist him or keep herself from cumming!
But there more was to come, with him in her; as Chip found the gash, it spread. He sank, slid, was being encompassed, was now more than half in. 'He's doing it!', she thought, 'it's in, deep, to the root, hard pubic to soft mons'. Then TIME stood still for her. Her dear Chip was plugged all the way in -- up -- right to the very nubbies, deep as it gets. She swore she could feel the very hole at the end of his wonderful wand aimed right at her uterus, with a wad of wild sperm waiting to swim up her vagina and make a sibling. This very moment of love merging with lust, the inter-mix of desires with needs, the weakness to temptation and the strength of their passions -- made TIME stand still. FREEZE FRAME.
So the answer to the second question for Barb was that she couldn't get out of it; not now that he was most certainly in his mother, six? . . it felt more like seven inches. Less bulky than his dad had been and the head had great definition on the crown, no veins yet and that sweet pink stalk and rosy bud was now planted in her garden. She luxuriated in the velvet smooth skin the youth had, running her hands over his back and haunches as they hunched between her thighs. How had she gotten into this predicament of coming together with her boy and cumming together with her son?
{All those in favor of not going back to how the dad died of cancer, and had enough insurance so life wasn't so hard for the two, and they only had each other, and how they lived out where it was lonely; etc. raise their hands. (Not the one you're masturbating with dummy!) By popular vote we skip right to earlier this evening when things were warming up. Of course grief makes a splendid emotional lubricant, so this, the anniversary of Dad's death, lets make her three years horny and three glasses of wine tipsy.
Barbara set down the wine glass, her third, and stood looking at herself in the full-length mirror. She had dieted in the last year and it showed. She could even fit into her old college things, some of them anyway. The looking glass showed a petite brunet in a shift that ended way above her knees. The white go-go boots were filled with white stockings held up by an old fashion garter belt. The black lace panties revealed almost as much but with more mystery and romance. She had been one hot babe, - hell -- she still was. Even if she did have a 18 year old kid, (got pregnant having sex when stoned with her childhood boyfriend).
Indeed Chip was a piece right off the old man -- who had not live to be that old. The young (36) mother was ready to go to a disco but it was not to be, this was the dress she had wore on their last night out together before he went to the hospital, tonight was the night three years ago that he died. She wasn't going any where with anyone. She took off her boots. The frock went next. She stood in her stocking feet and slip looked at herself in the mirror and felt like she wasn't ever going to go out anywhere with anyone ever again in the whole rest of her life. And burst into tears.
Now Chip is close by in his room getting ready for bed. He sleeps in his jockey shorts, except when he can get away with going bare, like he knows his mom does. Modesty in the home has been moderate but respectful in their household, undies and flashes of nudity are not given any big whoop-dee-doo. As he hears his mom making loud sobs next door, he pops out of bed to go and comfort her -- forgetting he is bare-assed.
Without thinking about his own state of undress or his mother's provocative appearance, Chip enfolded Barbara in his arms and shhh'ed and Mmmm'ed and Itsokistsokokok'ed her until she stopped shaking and moaning. He was used to the routine, but it had been a while since the last time. Then they been on the couch and fully dressed, a kiss or two had been chaste and without sexual overtones.
At least that's how Chip hoped his mom had considered those smooches, but it had gotten him hard. And now, here they were, clenched tight in a hold that made clear who was of what gender. Barbara sniffed and her tears dried. She gazed down at her son as he released his hug and got on his knees before her. Made bold by the intimate moment he instinctively knew what she needed. He then hugged her hips and put his face right into her muff, his lips to the lace, and exhaled a long hot breathe right on her clit! Then blew a cool series of puffs. Barbara was astounded, turned on, and had no idea what was going to happen next.
Chip did and grabbed the back of her panties with both hands and quicker than you can say "mother-may-I" he had them down to her feet, her heels swung up as her bottom bounced on the bed behind her and as she did so Chip slid the black frilly undies completely off. This left her sitting on the end of the bed staring at a man-thing pointing out of her boy. Pointing at her. Pointing because of her, just like she was getting squishy because of him. Barbara realized what a truly electrical moment it was.
She back further onto the bed to give them some space and perhaps a cooling before something, or someone, ignited. Like her. But it didn't work, he followed her, crawling up on the bed like a puppy. Like a nosy dog, his snout went to her crotch. But the lightest of kisses on her thighs was the conquering touch. She blossomed for him to taste her honey, spreading her legs. She was so horny she couldn't help it. It was soo goood, it had been sooo looonngg!!! He did it soo well! Lightly, building her excitement, lips, tongue, breathe --alternating warm/cool, vibrato, long and slow, quick and strum, ABCs; Chip was a maestro at cunnilingus.
Barbara twisted and moaned and gasped and came and peaked again, then was delirious with a new sip & zip that Chip tried on her clit. She could not resist what was coming, her son to claim her, as his dad had done when they were that age and first had sex as childhood sweethearts going steady and going all the way. Well she was better at it now and she would show this youth the ride of his life. Perhaps it would be her best fuck too, she was more than ready for it. Here came Chip climbing between his mommy's thighs, his princely prick proudly primed to squirt in her. There were no more questions, only the exclamation point of his lust, as it was thrusting toward his mother. UNPAUSE, and RESTART TIME.
She would always remember how she had loved the feel of his first entrance into her most feminine spot. The head poked between the puffed and red labia, soaked with her slick juices. It spread them as a ship makes a wake. Then the ridge of the ramrod popped through the opening and slid slowly down as the smooth throbbing meat probed far and hard. Soo sloowly he withdrew and then thrust, and retreat and again deep.
Her coating was a slather on his cock, and their hips began to get with the action. She put her hands on his ass-cheeks and squeezed them gently, letting her kid know that mommy wants to play too. Now his strokes were becoming more vigorous. She knows this rhythm; soon, soon he will have to explode. Mommy won't be left behind, Barbara was sure of that.
Away they went like he used to ride the hobbyhorse - he bounced them on the springs as he pounded now into the very place that gave him life. Determined to make new life again if possible. (Of course he had never changed diapers, which might have given him second thoughts on that matter.) But even though Barb had her tubes tied long ago, she participated in the spirit of the fuck and encouraged him to impregnate her.
Then with amazing suddenness her womb flooded with copious boy goo and she had an electric climax -- sparks and all. They gasped for a full two minutes getting their breath, but the Barbara gasp even louder as Chip began again, having never really gone soft. 'Ah youth', thought his mom. She threw her hips with more rolling to peak her kid to cum in her once more.
As his second load spurted in her she had another big one, which dimmed the lights briefly, or something went blink when he came in her, not quite a 'petite mort'. Her hips were tired, her pussy was tender and her mood was wonderful. Perhaps there wasn't reincarnation, Chip wasn't his father, but he had his dad's build and charm and good looks and sexy equipment. She couldn't resist his dad either, and now, her son was down munching on her pussy again. She knew the outcome of that awesome action, her sin of incest with her son.
There was no getting out of this predicament. But on the other hand they had a new anniversary to celebrate together, a happy one instead of sad. So in the years to come they would always fuck on that special day in dad's honor. At least that's what Barbara hoped Chip would think, but she was just horny for her boy. Just the thought of their first fuck made her go all squishy each year, thinking about how he had first gone down and then grown up right between her legs that wonderful day!
{My French partner, Joss, says he might know where to find the clip. Write me and we will share!}