My son and I: the ninth chapter

I proposed to my own son. Why, you may ask? Simple: I loved him, and wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. Although, the only other people that knew about us, were Scott and Alicia, who also were an incestuous couple. It didn’t change the fact, that a wedding would mean something to both of us. Two months before, we had no idea that Scott and Alicia were together. Then we’re engaged to each other, but that’s life, right? I was in our bedroom, just looking at some cakes we could get, and he came in the room on another great Saturday. We were six weeks into our relationship, and loving it.

“Good thing you can’t get any calories in your system, from looking at cakes,” Travis mentioned.

“Hey, we all have our vices. I love you, and food, and you love sex,” I replied.

“You love sex too,” Travis said, as he sat down with me, and kissed me.

“Is there a point in there somewhere?” I pondered sarcastically.

We both laughed, and kissed again. He grabbed my hand that I wore the ring on, then looked at it for a minute, and kissed it.

“You know my lips are up here, right?” I asked.

He kissed me on the lips, and gave me a very big hug. He hugged me so hard, I thought he was gonna break me in half.

“Whoa, dude, what’s with the bear hug? You know I’m gonna need the top half of my body connected to the bottom half, right?” I needed to know.

“I just love you, mom. Can’t a guy show some deep affection for his mom, without being given the third degree?” Travis wondered.

“Well, maybe you should give me another kiss then,” I replied.

So, we kissed each other once again, but as always it wasn’t just one kiss. We began making out passionately for a few minutes, but he eventually broke the kiss though.

“You are almost forty-seven now, but you still have the body of a twenty-seven-year-old though,” Travis mentioned.

“Greasing the wheels?” I wondered.

“Well, do they need to be greased?” Travis asked.

“No, as a matter of fact. Now, if we do this, then you have to tell me I’m beautiful, when I put on my wedding dress, got it?” I asked.

“Dually noted,” Travis replied.

He lifted up my dress, that I was wearing, and very slowly took my panties, exposing my pussy once again.

“So, how many times have we had sex now?” Travis asked.

“Somewhere around, three hundred, I think. You haven’t been keeping track?” I wanted to know.

“No, should I have been?” Travis wondered.

“No, but whatever the number is, let’s add one to it,” I told him.

So, he undid his pants, and pushed his pants, and boxers down, to his knees. He got really close to me, and inserted his cock, into me with no condom. We were still trying to get pregnant, I could have been, but by then, we couldn’t tell. So, whenever we had sex, it was unprotected. He began thrusting his cock in and out of my pussy very slowly.

“Still amazing, or old?” I moaned slightly.

“You’ll never be old Roxanne, you are a sexy young woman like it or not. Forty-six, or seventy-six, you’ll always be a fox,” Travis let me know.

“Well, thank you for the compliment, but you are gonna wanna have sex with me when I’m seventy-six?” I pondered.

“Of course, beauty never fades,” Travis put on the record.

“I love you, Travis,” I said.

“I love you too, Roxanne,” Travis replied.

We kissed again, and we both wrapped our arms around each other tightly.

“Whoa, didn’t I tell you didn’t need to squeeze so hard?” I asked.

“Not in those exact words,” Travis replied.

We stared at each other with some very lusty eyes, as he was thrusting his very hard cock in, and out of my wet and sore pussy. We both smiled, and laughed, we weren’t sure why we laughed, but we were definitely enjoying each others company.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing Roxanne,” Travis replied, as he pulled my dress straps, off my shoulders.

He saw that I wasn’t wearing a bra then.

“No bra today?” Travis wondered.

“Nope, just a dress and panties today, I knew it would get your dick hard,” I let him know.

“It was hard the moment I came in the room, my lady,” Travis put on the record.

We kissed again, and he got up off me. I got up too, and slowly took off my dress. I stood in front of him butt naked, for like the three-hundredth time. I came towards him, and pulled down his pants and boxers completely. He got out of them completely, and I took off his shirt. We both just looked at each other naked once again, even though we had seen each other naked around six-hundred times by then. Sometimes, we even just walked around the house naked, or showered together. I guess we were just really comfortable with each other by then. I got right in front of him, and grabbed onto his cock. I stroked it as slowly, as I possibly could for a minute, and he gave me a kiss.

“You know, I have sex with you all the time, because I’m truly in love with you, right?” I needed to know.

“Yes,” Travis replied.

“So, are you truly in love with me too?” I pondered.

“Yes, mom,” Travis let me know.

I got closer to him, and hugged him, as hard as I possibly could.

“So, the rule is only for me?” Travis asked.

“Damn right it is, now do you still think I give the best blow jobs?” I inquired.

“I know for a fact, if Scott wasn’t doing it with his mom, he’d be jealous,” Travis told me.

I blushed a little bit.

“Will you give me one, if I ask you for one?” Travis wanted to know.

“Well, I’m not blowing anyone else, so yes,” I replied.

He saw I was a little embarrassed.

“But do like giving me blow jobs?” Travis asked sweetly.

“Yes, of course I do. I have my lips around your cock all the time, do you think I’d do it, if I didn’t like it?” I asked seriously.

“Yes, honestly,” Travis replied.

“Trust me, I wanna blow my son, that I love with all my heart and soul. Now, do you want me to give you a blow job, son?” I asked.

“Yes, please, Roxanne,” Travis let me know.

I thought I’d make things a little interesting.

“Tell me you love me, and I’ll do it,” I let him know.

“I love you, Roxanne,” Travis replied.

“And one more thing,” I mentioned.

“Yes?” Travis asked.

“Will you call me ‘Roxanne’, all the time now?” I wanted to know.

“Sure, Roxanne,” Travis replied.

I gave him another kiss, and I got down on my knees. I took his long and hard cock into my mouth.

“Whoa, how do you do that, Roxanne? Are you a supernatural being,” Travis asked.

I didn’t reply to that, but honestly, it was just that ‘X’ factor thing. We were mother and son, and it was always gonna be unbelievable, but his compliment was very sweet though. I went all the way back on his cock, and had the whole thing in my mouth. I went back and forth, multiple times, and made him belt out multiple moans in the process.

“Oh, my god, mom, you are a goddess,” Travis mentioned.

After another minute, he fell onto his back.

“Seriously, I can certainly see why this is illegal. Incestuous sex is just so fucking good, it’s too good for it to be legal,” I explained.

I got on the bed with him, and we just laid there for a minute. I knew I was in the middle of blowing him, but I wanted to cuddle.

“So, when I get pregnant, do you want a boy or girl?” I wondered.

“Honestly, I just rather have a girl,” Travis replied.

“Well, I just gave you a good blow job. So, I think you got that cum locked and loaded, let’s do it again, and maybe we’ll get a girl,” I said.

He got on top of me, but I had another idea.

“Wait, let’s do it doggie style, you can really erupt into me then,” I said.

He got up off me, and got onto his knees. I got onto mine as well, and he inserted his cock back into my pussy. He put it in just a little to start with, then he slowly stuck it in there deep.

“Oh, yes, my man. Thrust damn you, thrust,” I moaned.

He had his hands on my butt, and began thrusting a little quicker once again.

“Shit times ten, sweetie. Get it in there as far as you can, all nine inches. I want it, Travis,” I moaned.

He began spanking me a bit, not too hard or too softly. It was a double whammy he was hitting me with: spanking me, and thrusting his cock at the same time. I let out about ten moans, in about twenty seconds, and I wasn’t about to stop for anything.

“How is that pussy doing down there Roxanne, sore?” Travis wondered.

“Very sore, but I love it, Travis. I love it, when you get my pussy really sore, it’s just the way I love it,” I let him know.

He pulled me up with him, and he wrapped his arms around me. We both turned our heads, and kissed each other numerous times. After another minute, we were eyeballing each other.

“You look like you are just, beyond stunned, that you are having sex with your mom, is that true?” I wondered.

“No, I’m just wondering where you have been all my life,” Travis replied.

“Well, I’m right here now, sex slave,” I said.

He just gave me a funny look for a moment, it looked he wanted to slap me.

“If any other woman called me that, I’d be offended, but sense it’s you, I’ll let it slide,” Travis explained.

“Well, it’s not like you wouldn’t wanna fuck ten times a day,” I told him.

“True,” Travis replied.

We kissed again, and I leaned back down. He started ramming me, as hard as he could. I began screaming, as loudly, as I could.

“Fuck!!” I screamed.

You’d think that would make him wanna stop, but he was at the point of no return. He was about to shoot his load big time.

“’Fuck’ is right, Roxanne!” Travis screamed.

He shot his load right into me once again. After that, we both crashed down, and cuddled together for about ten minutes in silence.

“So, do you really think I’m a fox?” I wondered.

“Not only are you a fox, you are the sexiest fox on the planet. You are the ultimate MILF, Roxanne,” Travis put on the record.

“I won’t argue with that,” I mentioned.

We kissed again, but then he began kissing me all over my body. Of course he made sure he kissed my boobs, my shoulders, my stomach, my hands, and about everywhere else. It was as if he was on a mission.

“Well, you are probably the most affectionate man I know,” I told him.

“I know, I love you, Roxanne,” Travis replied.

“I love you too, and can I ask you something?” I asked.

“Sure,” Travis replied.

Then I had a confession to make.

“How much did you love watching that DVD, of Scott and Alicia going at it?” I wondered.

“I liked it a lot. It was really kinky, and sexy too. Although, you gotta remember, I just found out about a mother and son having sex,” Travis explained.

“Would you be as turned on, watching us have sex?” I pondered.

He connected the dots, and I could tell he was on the fence already.

“You mean you wanna record us?” Travis asked.

“Would you be OK with that? We can watch ourselves have sex right in here, we can even have sex, as we watch ourselves have sex,” I replied.

“I like that,” Travis said, as he grinned.

I got up, and went over to the closet. I got out a camera, I had been using to film us. I got out the DVD, and put it in.

“You just filmed us?” Travis asked.

“Yes, I thought if you didn’t know it was on, you might be more comfortable,” I let him know.

I turned the TV on, and got on the bed with him. We were about to watch us have sex. Although, I wasn’t too sure he was in love the idea, of me filming us without his knowledge.

“Don’t you wanna watch us have sex, sweetheart?” I wondered.

“Yes, it’s just weird I guess, but I’m OK,” Travis replied.

I gave him a kiss to make him feel better, but I didn’t think he was sold on it yet. So I put his hand on my pussy, then he was happy to watch the DVD. Of course first we saw us talking to each other, but eventually we got to the sex.

“Just make sure you hide this well, I mean I don’t want Scott masturbating to us,” Travis said.

“Well, they already saw us fucking, remember?” I asked, trying not to laugh.

“Yeah, but he didn’t masturbate to it though,” Travis replied.

“And what about Alicia? Don’t you think she might wanna rub her pussy, as she watches you pound your own mother?” I pondered.

“Maybe, so hide it extra well,” Travis told me.

We saw me on my knees blowing him, and that was hot.

“Wow, I can suck on a cock, like it’s nobodies business,” I said.

“No kidding,” Travis replied.

We both watched it like hawks. It was a little weird, truth be told. It wasn’t as kinky, as I thought it would be, but we both were into it though. He saw himself fucking me doggie style, and then he actually started masturbating to us.

“Are you masturbating?” I wondered.

“No,” Travis replied.

“It’s OK, sweetheart. I don’t mind, I’ll masturbate with you,” I put on the record.

“OK,” Travis replied.

We both laid back, and masturbated. I put my fingers up into my pussy, and he was stroking his cock. It was really hot, and kinky. It was yet another new thing, that we never tried before. So, that made it extra hotter.

“Oh, this is so hot, Roxanne,” Travis said, just before he kissed me once.

We both had our eyes glued to the TV, but I think we both loved masturbating together though. I stuck my fingers really deep into my pussy, probably as far as Travis, always stuck his fingers in there. I had to let out some big moans.

“Holy shit,” I moaned.

Just to make it worse, Travis put his other hand on my right boob, and pinched my nipple.

“Oh, yes, sweetheart. Make mommy feel good, and pinch her nipple,” I yelled.

He knew that would titillate me, so he did it a few more times, not that I needed the help.

“Yes, masturbate, and stroke that cock just like I do it for you, sweetie. I wanna see you cum again, I wanna wash the sheets every single day, because we cum on them all the time,” I moaned.

“I know, Roxanne. Then I wanna fuck you on the washer again,” Travis replied.

I leaned over, and gave him a single kiss. He was stroking his cock faster than I ever did. It was almost as if, he was in a race. I saw him getting very sweaty once again.

“Fuck, oh shit!” Travis yelled, just before he came all over himself, the bed and me.

Once again, we had to rest for a minute. When we had sex, it really took tolls, on both of us. Although, I was masturbating too.

“There is never enough cum,” I replied.

A minute later, I screamed and I exploded all over the bed as well.

“That was kinky,” I put on the record.

We heard some snickering, and we looked back.

“You are telling us,” Scott replied.