Caught at Forty

tagIncest/TabooCaught at Forty

Almost every male alive had a horrifying tale of his mother catching him with his maleness in his hand. Often more than once during their teenage years. But how many forty-year-olds got caught?
"Oh! Sorry, baby," mom said.
"My fault," I mumbled, naked and erect in the chair before her.
"I should have knocked, but it never occurred to me that you still do that."
"Surprise?" I couldn't think of anything else to say.
"A good-looking man like you should have a woman to help with things like that," she said sympathetically.
"Just a little slump," I told her, wishing she'd leave.
"Poor boy. I'll leave you to it," she said, reading my mind.
A few minutes later, my phone buzzed with a text. Probably mom telling why she had barged in. I tapped the phone awake and opened the text. And received the surprise of my life.
I stared at the picture of my mother's round breasts and big nipples. It occurred to me she might have forwarded a picture from the Internet, but the rest of the picture killed that. She snapped the selfie from the bottom of her ribcage up, including her pretty face. "Hope this helps," the text said.
Her breasts looked fantastic for a woman of any age, let alone one close to sixty. You could tell she'd passed thirty, but she looked closer to my age than hers. I hated it, but she'd brought my erection back to life as quickly as she'd killed it.
The phone buzzed again. "What do you think?"
My mom possessed a weird sense of humor, but she'd never gotten sexual before. But I couldn't believe she asked in seriousness. She just wanted to tease me a little for getting caught. Well, two can play at that game.
"Great!" I typed. "I plan to lose myself all over the picture."
"Why? You have the real thing a few steps away," she typed back.
Okay, we had a game of one-upmanship going on. "Don't make promises you can't keep."
I enjoyed the game, but I also liked to win. Time for a knockout punch. "Should I come out there, or do you want to come in here?"
Instead of a text, she answered with a knock. Two taps and she walked in, naked from the waist up. "In here," she said.
Whoa! I'd caught the accidental glimpse of my mom's body over the years, but now I stared at her breasts head-on. It took me several minutes to find my voice. "You win."
"Win what, baby?"
"The teasing game."
"What is the teasing game?"
She sounded sincere. "You meant it?"
"Of course, honey. I thought seeing the real thing might make it better."
Oh, wow. "Sorry. For what I said."
"About ejaculating on my picture?"
I nodded.
"Don't be. That's what made me decide to make the offer."
"Really?" I couldn't manage anything else.
"You had no way to know, but I love semen," she told me. "The way it feels, the way it tastes, the sensation of it splattering my chest. I can't enough."
Her words should have sickened me. But they didn't. I found myself harder than ever. "It sounds fun."
Mom dropped to her knees beside my chair. "I'm waiting."
I stood and positioned myself in front of her. And froze. A beautiful woman with everything I needed kneeled in front of me, ready and willing. But could I really spray myself on my own mother?
"Come on, honey. We'll need to shower before we go to dinner," she said. "Oh, that's why I came in in the first place."
"I, I don't know if I can."
"Oh, honey." She reached up and grabbed me. "Let me help."
I pulled my hips back and pushed her hand away. "Okay, okay. I'll do it."
I poured some lotion into my palm and closed my eyes. After three strokes, my lust kicked in. I opened my eyes and stared down at my mother. She stared back, watching my hand move up and down my erection. The telltale sign started behind my scrotum, and I released.
Sticky white ropes of semen shot from the head of my penis and drenched mom's face and chest. She sat still until I finished, then ran her fingertips through my seed and sucked them clean.
"Wow, mom. I can't remember if I've ever had an orgasm that intense."
"Imagine if I had done it," she said.
If I did, we'd never make it to dinner.
After dinner, we sat in the living room, watching TV and chatting. "I think I'll have a glass of wine. You?" she said.
I nodded. "Sure."
She came back with a bottle of red and two glasses. She set them on the coffee. Then she kneeled between my legs and tugged at my belt. "What the hell, mom?"
"I want a little more dessert," she told me.
"You want to give me a blow job?"
"Very much."
"You can't."
"I can, and very well," she said.
"But you're my mother," I protested.
"Does that really matter at our ages, dear?" she asked. "I can't get pregnant, and we've already played a little."
"By that logic, we should just have sex."
"I wouldn't mind feeling you inside me."
What the hell? "Since when?"
"Since I got a look at that beautiful penis this afternoon," she told me.
It sickened me. Not that she felt that way, but that I actually considered it. "Geez, mom, you're beautiful, and I love you, but I don't know."
"Think about it, baby. I want it, and it will end your slump. And you look like you want it, too."
I did. A lot. I would never have considered my mother before today, but, man, she had it going on. Cute butt, soft boobs, how could I say no? "I'd cum before I got inside you," I told her.
"That's why I'll give you head first," she told me. "And if that happens we can rest and go again."
Wow. Did I really plan to make love to my mother? "Okay. But I need to go get condoms."
"Honey, I told you I can't get pregnant."
"You mean, you'd let me, you know?"
"I want you to."
I lost it quickly on the blow job. The thought of what came next had me almost there before she started. In her bed, I took it slow. The feeling of her wet heat around me felt like nothing I'd ever experienced. I wanted it to last forever, but my passion took over.
Mom didn't help my stamina, saying things like, "That's my big boy. Mother and son, consummated. Give me back some of what I made you from."
She went on like that as I slipped in and out of her surprisingly tight wetness, making sure I couldn't ignore who I made love to. I didn't mind. Once I'd decided to go through with it, I wanted to know. "Here I go, mom."
I jack hammered in and out of her. "Yes, baby," she hissed, cumming just as I let loose. Finally, I shoved hard and pushed, sending my seed deep inside her. When I finished, I stroked gently until I went too soft to stay inside. "It has never felt that good."
"Forbidden fruit always tastes best," she said.
"I wish we'd have done this sooner," I told her. "But I don't know when I would have been ready."
"That just means we have lost time to make up for," she told me.
We spent the rest of my visit eating out, catching up, and making love. I hated to leave for home, but we made plans for mom to visit me this weekend. I just hoped I could keep up with her.

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