Deviant Descent

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Natasha Harper had always been a loving and supporting mother, rather open-minded and always and confidant in her children's lives. It was part of the reason her and their father split just several years back, his more conservative views opposing her liberal ones. Since then, she had struggled to really involve herself with anyone, instead focusing more on her children and the job she had as a veterinary assistant to a small business in the area. Her son Matt just recently started his second year in college, staying with her in the meantime to save on rent while he attended classes. Just recently within the past couple of weeks, the lonely mother had been tempted in to cross boundaries considered heavily taboo. It started when she walked in on him rubbing one out, meaning to only drop off laundry and be on her merry way. However the sight of his lengthy dick and naked body sent neglected urges into a tail spin, one that faded out stuffy morals never fully set in her heart.

At night, she would touch herself until reaching a full climax, just thinking of her own son. Initially she knew it was wrong, but the more she kept it up, the better it felt. However she wanted more, some times sneaking a peek at him as he jerked off or purposely walking in all together. Even when he changed she would spy on him, anxious to have him. But would he ever want a woman like her? Sure she was not bad to look at, at little taller in the five-foot seven area, still shorter than him. Her body had curves from motherhood and though not out of shape, a little hint of age was barely noticeable. Orange hair framed her cheerful face, with full lips and dark brown eyes. With a large bust and full rear, it was hard to believe she was single. Natasha had no clue how to approach Matt about all of this, but her needs were starting to over flow the more she was around him.

That evening, she fixed up and meal for them as she usually did. Here lately she had been flaunting her body for him, unsure if he was really taking notice. Her skirts were shorter, enough to expose the lower half of her ass in the frilly panties she wore. Different tops often showed off her toned midriff, and ample cleavage like the tank she wore. Purposely she leaned over in front of him, frequently even, like when serving his plate or pulling things out of the oven. Once their meals were set, she took a spot next to his and sat down. "Matt, hun. Your dinner is ready!", Natasha called, eyeing the entryway for his arrival.
 
Matt was in his second year of college studying web design. He was living at home with his mother which saved him a lot of money. Just like his mother he was single, it had nothing to do with his looks. He was six foot tall, had short brown hair, blue eyes, an athletic body and a ten inch cock which the ladies seemed to love. He has been on a dry spell though because he has been focusing all his attention to his classes.

This meant he jerked off a lot to help relief his urges, urges that continued growing due to his hormones and it also didn't help with what his mother wore around the house. Her ass hanging out of her short skirts, big breasts on display for him also. He tried not to look though since she was his mother after all.

Matt was up in his room studying when his mother called him down for dinner. He was wearing plain grey sweatpants and a white tshirt. "Smells delicious mom." Matt said as he entered the kitchen and sat down at the spot his mother had set for him and he started eating right away.
 
The mother grinned at him as he came in, eyeing his body some as he moved. She could see the muscles ripple beneath his white shirt, wondering how they would feel against her hand. When he sat down, she grabbed a napkin, unfolding it to place it in his lap. Natasha leaned close as she did this, bringing her plump cleavage to his attention. Hands ran down his thighs to smooth the napkin out, then up again. One swiped briefly along his crotch to rid it of wrinkles, her sights staring hard downward before coming back up. She smiled softly, turning back to her plate and stealing a couple of bites. "So tell me, Matt, how's your studying going today?", taking a drink of her wine, their eyes met with an intense stare. Her thigh slowly shifted under the table. It rubbed along the side of his for a short moment, then came to rest, still pressed upon his. Natasha brought no attention to it, as she continued to eat her food and listen to him speak.
 
Matt sat down and was caught off guard when his mother placed the napkin on his lap and spent a little longer than needed to smooth out the napkin. Her hands brushing along the long member that was hidden in his pants. Any longer and he would be certain she was doing it on purpose. While eating his food he felt her start rubbing her thigh against his and looked down again. Her short skirt rode up revealing her inner thighs and almost her pantie covered pussy.

Matt cleared his throat before he started speaking. "It's going alright. Just getting ready for my mid terms so it is a little stressful and overwhelming."
 
A look of concern overcame her face, at least it seemed genuine, Natasha then placed her wine glass down. "That sounds awful, you need to find ways to manage that better." Her thigh grazed him a little harder, her panties peeking through. The thin lace revealed a hint of her trimmed slit, if one looked closer they could even see the wet spot that had formed. "I can suggest some good places to get a massage, granted they are a little pricey. Sex of course helps.", Natasha nodded, having always been blunt and honest so that was nothing new. "I'm willing to help however I can." A kind hand reached out to affectionately rub along his bicep, drawing further up to his shoulder. It was a lingering contact, one finished with a soft squeeze. "I've been known to give amazing massages myself, your father certainly liked them.", chuckling softly, she pulled her hand away and went back to eating. "Just let me know what I can do for you, ok sweetie?" Smiling at him, her eyes held his as if to speak of all the explicit things that had run through her mind recently.
 
It was a little weird hearing his mother talk about sex. When she mentioned that he broke eye contact and looked down only to see more of her panties. His eyes lingered for a few moments then he looked back up at his mother. "You really think a massage would help?" When he felt her hand rub his shoulder he had to admit it did feel good since he was so tense. He took a sip from his drink and then set his drink back down. "I guess I can take you up on that offer and get a massage from you. I could use a break from all my work."
 
Instantly her face brightened up from her son's words, retracting her touch to sip from her glass. "It would be a pleasure.", there was heavy emphasis on the last word. She gave him a rather alluring glance with her wine glass set down. A brief flick of her tongue swept away droplets upon her lip, possibly innocent to most but meant to seduce her own offspring. "You enjoy your food, Mommy will take care of you." Natasha rose from her seat, ensuring the skirt flashed an enticing view of her lower ass when she turned. Stepping behind him, soft hands drifted slowly along each of his biceps. Fingers circled and caressed him, inching along his shoulders with care. They worked in a gradual pace, rubbing and masking him, creeping down toward his pectorals with their motions. Subtly she leaned forward a little, mouth hovering inches away from his ear. Her warm breath graced his skin as she spoke, husky tones purring to seduce him further into sin. "Does that feel good, dear? Doesn't Mommy have nice hands?", she smirked, drifting her hands down to his upper abdomen and back up again. Ravenous eyes looked down his tone chest, then to his crotch below. It sent a pang between her thighs, one of longing she so desperately wished to quench.
 
Matt thought the massage was going to happen after they ate dinner but it seemed his mother was really eager to give him that massage. He watched her stand up out of her seat and when she spun around he saw his mother’s big full luscious ass which if it didn’t belong to his mother Matt would have found it very sexy. Matt then began eating the rest of his food while his mother began the massage. Her hands working his body from his shoulders down to his abs.

The soft voice in his ear asking if it felt good almost seemed sexual, but his own mother wouldn’t be trying to turn him on right? Matt nodded his head and a couple seconds later opened his mouth. “Yes they really do mom.” His plate was now empty and he sat there enjoying the massage from his mother.
 
Natasha watched as he ate, looking for any sort of sign. He seemed completely unphased by this for now, but she hoped that would change as the night went on. Once he finished his meal, hands had maintained their innocent dance along his shoulders and chest, biding her time for the moment. "Hmm, this doesn't seem to be that effective, you still hold a lot of tension in your body, hun." Faking a pout, another idea brewed in her mind. "I think I'll need to work on your back some too, yes that should put you more at ease." A hand slid down to affectionately squeeze his forearm, leaning over to smile at him. In turn, her ample cleavage jutted out and came into view, gently nestled against his bicep. "Why don't we go up to my room and you can lie down there? I'm sure I even have some oils that'll really relax those muscles of yours." Coyly she talked, a matching smile now on her face as she then pulled away to let him make the decision.
 
Matt looked over and saw his mother’s cleavage just inches away from his face resting against his arm. “Go up to your room?” Matt asked looking at his mother. “Sure! Sounds nice and relaxing.” He replies not knowing what his mother really had in store for him. When he stood up their bodies were so close they were basically pressed together. Matt then followed her up to her room. When they walked up the stairs all Matt saw was the bottom of her ass since she was in front of him and wearing a skirt.
 
Vivica instantly lit up to his approval, watching as he moved from his seat and stood before her. She could do so much with him there, their bodies nearly touching and the heat between them calling to her hormones. How eagerly she wanted to touch, to grind, and have him in the dining room right there. But she chose to wait, instead leading him from the room and up the stairs. Every step up the stairs exposed her succulent ass, the lace of her panties cupping the curves perfectly. She motioned him inside her room once they arrived, urging him to go to her bed. "Just take off your shirt and lay on your stomach there. Close your eyes, then let Mommy take care of the rest." She smiled at him, watching him move and shift into position. Firstly, she made sure he had closed his eyes as suggested before putting her devious plan into motion. Natasha peeled away her clothes, out of his line of sight should he open his eyes anyway. Leaving only her panties and bra on, hand grabbed a bottle of oil from her vanity and walked to the bed. "Just relax dear, I'll start by rubbing in this oil and you'll be feeling better in no time." Natasha climbed onto the bed, her knees slipping in place to straddle his hips as her heat nestled onto his rear. The thin lines of oil sprayed onto his back, her warm hands following to start rubbing in the substance. "How does that feel?"
 
The whole walk up the stairs Matt’s eyes were glued on his mother’s lucious bubble butt that jiggled with each step she took. Once in the room Matt did as instructed and peeled his shirt off exposing his tone torso and abs. He then laid down on his mother’s bed that was very soft and smelled like her. He closed his eyes and had no idea his mother was stripping behind him.

Soon he felt her climb onto the bed and straddle his hips. Then he felt the oil on his skin followed by his mother’s soft hands. “Mmmm. Yes it feels real good mom.”
 
"I'm glad you like it…", Natasha purred, running her hands along his muscular shoulder blades and down his back. Fingers rolled and rubbed, even massaging his neck as she smiled. Slowly she began to lean forward, taking the bottle of oil and squirting some onto the exposed top half of her tits. Hands focused now onto his lower back, letting the oil fall onto the bed while she lowered her chest. Soft breasts pushed onto his upper back now, Natasha hummed happily as the flesh began to press onto his back. Her body slowly rocked against him, back and forth, using her mounds to caress in a slow pace while her hands moved in tandem on his lower back. Eyes studied his face, looking for a reaction as the urges coursed through her body. He felt so warm, he smelled so good, and the craving she had drove her to push the boundaries even more. Soft breaths were pushing out harder, her mouth floating above his ear as she moved. "How does it feel, dear?…"
 
Soon in addition to the hands Matt felt his mother’s breasts rubbing against his upper back. They were so soft and warm and covered in the oil. Matt wasn’t sure if this was intentional or not so he didn’t say anything. He didn’t want to risk making things awkward in case she wasn’t doing that on purpose. Between the feel of her breasts and the warm breaths hitting his ear Matt started to become stiff in his pants. He tried fighting it but now between him and the bed he had a massive erection. “Yes mommy...” his voice was soft and his eyes still closed. The sound of her oily flesh rubbing against his filled the room.
 
Natasha stayed with grace as she pressed herself onto him. Soon her whole front side was grinding on him, breasts mashed against his back. Nipples had even peeked out from the oil coating them. She was whimpering by now, aroused and hungry for her own son no less. It was so crude and wrong, all the more thrilling to amplify her desires. Quietly she wondered if he had noticed how heated she became. Perhaps feeling the growing damp spot on his back side. "You're so buff…", she murmured, lush lips softly moving on his ear as she spoke. "Mm… Perfect even…" she cooed, pressing onto him with need now. "I-I'm sorry, Matt, I-I can't help myself.." Her flat stomach and crotch were surging with intensity, both adding to the massage but implying something far more than innocent relaxing. Hands clutched his sides, wiggling on his back as she moaned softly into his ear. "I'm so fucking horny, Matt. Please. Please forgive your mother." Natasha whispered, sultry tones admitting shameless vulgarity, almost holding him in place so he could feel the desires from her body.
 
Matt’s pants were becoming uncomfortable now from how hard he was. He was no certain his mother was doing these things on purpose. Her big oily tits rubbing up and down his back and he now felt her whole body against his grinding against him. When she spoke such dirty things to him letting her lips run against his lip his raging erection only grew bigger.

Matt didn’t know what to say back to his mother who just told him own horny she was. He stayed quiet for a moment trying to adjust his manhood to make it more comfortable. He was shifting his hips his sweatpants becoming wet from the oil and his mother’s arousal. “Do you want me to leave you alone so you can.....relieve yourself?” He asked
 
Natasha felt him move beneath her. Was he encouraging or was it something else? Pulse rose, she pulled back to catch air and regain some clarity. His response was hesitant, it still gave no sign that he returned such affections. A part of her hated herself for pushing him this far. Could it be completely unwarranted from him? She could not push herself to take advantage of him, possibly raping him even. Natasha huffed gently in each breath, rolling off and to the side of him to lay back. "Y-you don't have to leave.. That's up to you." Natasha ran a hand up to her exposed breast, moaning at the touch as she played with her nipple. Eyes were focused on his body, the fantasies playing out in her mind in every which way. She wanted to mount him right then and there, legs parting to allow her other hand to pet at her slit through her panties. "You can even… Assist me… If you want…", she offered in a hushed tone, flushed face looking up at him in such a provocative position, curious if he would take her up on the choice.
 
Matt turned to look at his mother who rolled off of him. His eyes widened at the sight of her laying there covered in oil. Her lace bra and panties see through from the massage oils that were soaking them. He turned his body on its side to better look at her. The front of his sweatpants were all wet from the oils that dripped onto the bed. The light grey fabric now dark grey and clinging to his flesh. The outline of his massive ten inch cock was clearly visible and due to him shifting around the top couple inches of his cock was sticking out the waistband of his pants. The head of his thick cock covered in a mixture of the oils and precum.

It was very obvious that he was turned on by his mother but he still felt it was wrong since she was his mother. Another glob of precum oozed from his cock when he watched his mother gently rub her pantie covered pussy. He said nothing but nodded gently in approval wanting to help his mother.
 
Natasha was enamored as she ogled her soon, his toned body turned toward her to see. She looked him up and down, the sight of his stiff shaft peeking at her almost unbearable for her aroused state. A gentle murmur escaped, lusting gaze veered to his face as she spoke. "I can even help you too…", she spoke, pulling her hand away from her breast to reach for his hand. Gently she took it leading it toward her chest and letting go to let him move it the rest of the way. "Touch me, Matt, please… I need you..." The words cooed out, Her legs parting further until one drifted along his. Fingers inched below her panties, sinking into the heated depths of her wet slit. The juices made it audible as she sank in, moaning and unable to take her eyes off of him. "I'm so wet for you, Matt…" she murmured, hoping to further entice him. His raging cock was something she intensely craved at this point, pushing aside her morals and abashed in her seductive ways. How inappropriate it was for a mother to do such a thing to her son. Yet in the moment she had little care, and in the end she was aiming to make him happy, a slight rationalization for such a twisted situation.
 
“O....okay..” Matt’s voice was soft. His mother took his hand and placed it on her breast. His cock twitched and oozed even more precum for his mother. At first his hand just sat on her breast motionless but soon he began to gently squeeze and caress her oily breast. Then his eyes traveled down south when he heard her fingers slip into her wet pussy. His cock was bigger and harder then it’s ever been.

“You are so sexy mommy..” he said watching his mother finger herself while he caresses her breast. His other hand came up and began to caress her orhervouly breast. Her flesh so soft and warm and smooth and slippery from the oil.
 
His hands were firm, but the grip was sensual and sent sparks to her core. Her own son played with the soft flesh with tender expertise. Natasha moaned, jutting her fleshy mounds into his hands. Nipples firmed from his attentions, her eyes locked onto the scene in a dumbfounded daze. "Ahn… Matt…", she cooed, her fingers quickening their pace as she played with herself for him. Hearing him call her sexy gave her more of a thrill, seeing him sink with her into depravity filled her with a rampant arousal. "Mmm… You are too, baby… Mommy's touched herself a lot… Thinking about your hard cock…..", she whispered softly, retracting her glistening hand from her slit. It drifted down to the bulging head, teasing it with a slow touch. Fingertips rolled the pearly essence that seeped out around the rim, spinning in circles. "You're so big, Matt… Mommy really wants your cock…"

Eyes veered from his rod, looking up to him while she scooted closer. Her hand ventured down to peel his waistband from his length, letting it free for her greedy hand to grasp. It clutched the base, lubed by her own juices, Natasha began to stroke him from base to tip. In the process, she brought her heat closer, allowing the head to grind on her panty covered crotch. "Mommy needs you, baby… Lets feel good together..", low voice spoke, her lips inching dangerously close to his. Breathing sped up as she worked his shaft, staring deep into his eyes to reveal her most sinful desires to him.
 
Matt couldn’t believe the situation he was in with his own mother, so forbidden but yet also so erotic. His hands kept working her big breasts, his thumbs occasionally rubbing her stiff nipples. Then she freed his cock from his sweatpants and she began to stroke his long thick piece of meat smearing her pussy juices all over his shaft.

When she scooted closer to him the head of his cock began to rub against her pantie covered pussy. His cock was still oozing pre cum and it soaked her already damp panties and she could feel it on her pussy. Matt was so turned on that his erect cock was bigger than usual, nearly a foot long of thick meat craving his mother’s tight wet hole.
 
Studying him, Natasha enjoyed watching how her son fell into the euphoria of their sin. Tongue flicked on her lips, just before capturing his into a deep kiss. Moaning into it, tongue slithered out to dance with his while her hips slowly rocked. She stroked faster, running the head of his shaft along her slit. Pushing him further, she snaked the tip past her panties, urging him between the warmth of her labia. A soft gasp erupted in their kiss, breasts pushed onto his hands as she shivered. His throbbing length felt even better against her heat than she thought it would. Lust grew the more she ground onto it. Natasha ran his length up to her clit, then down to the puckered entrance over and over again. Another layer of her juices latherd on his shaft, her mouth pressing on his to display her growing need for him with each passing moment.
 
The most erotic thing to Matt right now was the forbidden kiss he was sharing with his mother. The two of them were making out like passionate lovers. Her soft warm lips against his while their wet tongues did an incestuous tango. Swapping saliva back and forth Matt didn’t want this magical kiss to end.

Matt started to slowly move his hips while his mother stroked his massive length. He felt the tip of his cock rubbing against her warm wet slit and they could both hear it too. His big piece of meat covered in her juices and his pre cum sliding along her very wet slit. After the tip teased her hole a couple times he felt the tip slip inside of her. Her warm tight pussy wrapping around the first inch of his cock perfectly. Matt released a groan into their mother son kiss when he felt the tip slip inside of her.
 
His kiss was as intoxicating as he. Her hands moved to grip the back of his hair, their bodies fully pressing and rubbing on each other. It was as if the two were meant to be entangled like this, relation be damned, the tryst felt so wrong yet so right at the same time. Tongue swirled slow dipping in and out with the motions of his own, humming happily as she relished in the taste of him. Hungry lips were relentless in the lock, as was her cunt when he slipped into the depths. A throaty moan rang out, quivering walls clung to his girth, the monstrous cock prying her open as it pushed into her. It was invigorating to feel her son inside of her, Natasha craved more as her pelvis pushed forward. A gush of essence drenched his shaft, resonating a squish a displaying how wet he made her.

She was merciless in her seduction, suckling walls swallowed him inch by inch, her body squirming against his as she took him. Head cranes, breaking the kiss and allowing her soft cry to ring out. "Son… Fuck… You feel so good in my pussy…", breathy voice let out. Her hips urged again until his full length finally sank into her. She ground heavily, rubbing her tight walls on him and shifting herself along his cock. Slowly she pulled half of him out, only to surge back onto him with a soft smack. "Fuck your Mommy. Please Matt, Fuck your Mommy's hungry pussy", Natasha pled, staring into his eyes with longing while gently sliding herself up and down his rod.
 
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