A Reckless Love
Lisa was in a rush to get home. She wondered how her son, Ben, would be feeling and how he had gotten through his day at college after what they had discovered about each other the night before. She had struggled to concentrate on her work as a realtor, the last house viewing of the day taking her some distance out of town.
But she knew her way well enough now, having lived in Charleston for some eight eventful years that had seen her life turned over after divorce and she was left to work and look after Ben. The young man, for that was what he sure was now, had kept his father’s name of Moore, whereas she had reverted to Taylor.
Doing so had not caused her any trouble, or confused people she worked for and with. They had always known her as Lisa Taylor and, after a troubled start as a single mother, she had prospered; the family home that she lived in with Ben was a two-storey property cut into the hillside, like the homes on either side of her, and with the garage at a lower level. There was a yard and Ben always helped out by keeping the grass cut and tending to the shrubs and flower beds that were finally lending the front garden a splash of colour and a welcoming sight whenever you turned into the driveway.
What played out in her life within the four walls of the house, though, was something else and it was this that she now wanted to settle and to do that with Ben.
Her cell phone played its ring tune, and she saw ‘Ben’ on the screen, then her gangly son as he moved about the kitchen. She wouldn’t be a bit surprised if supper was already ‘on the go’. She had told him what they would be having, and he had to simply put the casserole dish in the oven.
“I’m not far away, darling. Give me another ten minutes or so,” she called out happily. “Are you okay….is everything okay with you?”
She saw his lean face, the tumble of her rich brown hair, the trusting smile that he gave her as it all filled the phone’s screen, and she wished that it was possible to pull in and talk for a moment. The traffic on the bridge crossing the Kanawha River was heavy, but her route home would be clearer once off that highway.
She guessed that he too would be looking at an image of her as she tried to talk, her head moving to take in the traffic around her as she made sure she did not miss the turn-off that she needed. The hours were so unpredictable, and she worked so darned hard, that she could never say how long her day would be, or what was expected of her by some clients, that she had not the time, or the energy, to exercise as she once did. That routine had once kept her figure as trim as she wanted. But strangely, and destructively, to the order of things at home, none of that had mattered to Ben. Devotion had taken a turn in the last twenty-four hours or so.
Ben finally answered her, and she heard his voice deepening. It no longer had that boyish sing-song tone.
“Supper’s almost ready, and I’ll be glad to see you. I’ve not felt so good in a long time, maybe ever after last night.”
She felt that way too and remembered how they had stood in the light cast by a full moon that bathed her bedroom in its soft glow. He had gone to clean and relieve himself, and she had embraced an unlikely lover upon his return, whispering words of reassurance about how the experience had been for her.
Just like Ben, she had crossed from following one rule of life to another and there could be no turning back.
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They had finished supper and cleared away everything that would not go in the dishwasher. Moments of awkwardness had been gone through and Lisa had been as tongue-tied as Ben as they skirted around the events that were uppermost in their minds.
“Are you going up to your room and do some work?” she asked. “I was hoping you wouldn’t…but that you would be with me.”
She asked it and hoped that it didn’t sound too needy.
“I’m up to date with my homework,” Ben told her as Lisa kept looking his way and provoking him to give the answer that she wanted to hear. “After last night, I made sure I had nothing left to do. So, can I sit and watch some TV with you, or we talk…whatever?”
“Sure, we’ll sit together,” Lisa smiled and touched his arm, knowing what would be on his mind.
She had tugged tight the belt fastening of her fleecy dressing gown, the soft fabric feeling like a caress to her skin. She needed time with him again after all that they had pursued with each other the night before and had not spoken of. Their relationship had been changed and it seemed that each of them were trying to make sense of it all.
The TV’s remote control lay between them, but it remained untouched. Instead, they each sought the other’s touch and clenched hands. She saw his eyes drift over her and knew again what lay in that look. She felt it too, uncommon as it had been görükle escort until last night and Ben had crept into her room. He had wanted to talk about the lonely life that she led.
Talk had then led to him lying under the duvet beside her naked body. She always slept that way except in the coldest depths of winter. A furtive touch had become a caress and then the easing away of any restraint until she had made a man of him.
He leaned across and brushed away her hair and gazed searchingly into her eyes. “It mattered to me, so much…what we did.”
“Listen, Ben, darling, what happened last night has been on my mind nearly all day, or that’s how it feels. I got through work, somehow, but the problem I have is how to keep what happened a secret. We’ve been so close ever since it became just the two of us. Keeping what we feel for each other a secret will be so much harder to do…from now on.”
“I’ll back off.”
Lisa gripped his hand fiercely just to make her point.
“No, you won’t, that’s the last thing that I want. From what you have been saying, I don’t think that’s on your wish list either. Now come here and get closer to me.”
She nestled in his arms and soon Ben’s hand rested on her fleshy thigh as her dressing gown opened enough for him to see her legs. She parted them as his hand trailed caresses over her warm flesh but stopped short of her pussy.
“You’re so soft and warm,” he murmured.
Lisa did not stop him from caressing her thighs, nor the teasing brush of his fingers over her unshaven mound. She tugged on his arm to heighten the pleasure of his inexpert touches. She would show him again how it went, but she was already feeling an acute sense of longing in her belly.
“Here, at home, we can show our love for each other like this, openly. I’m not going to deny that last night was special and now I want to feel your hard prick in me again…here or in bed.”
“Mom…Lisa!” he gasped as she pushed a hand under the rim of his lounge pants and fondled his prick. He’d wondered all through the day if fucking her last night and losing his virginity in the process, had been her way of educating him so that he wasn’t so darned inept with the girls he’d tried to find in this way.
But no, she wanted him again, and to pursue pleasure.
She offered a fingertip caress to his cheek as he gazed at her. “I want you so bad it hurts. I shouldn’t, but I do. I can’t deny it. So, I don’t care that what we did last night and what I’d like to do again with you, is incest. I don’t care that you’re underage or that it may be so. We’ve lived together and cared for each other for so long, and my work, all means that my life’s built around you, for now.”
“But…but secrets are difficult to keep, Lisa.”
“Yes, I know but it has to stay that way, and you don’t talk about how your sex life’s going with anyone. If you did the secret might get out…”
“But I’m still going to parties and meeting new girls…”
“Yes, but what happens outside our home stays there. What happens here is for us only.” Lisa settled closer and squirmed as she took his hand and placed it on her naked sex, brushing his fingers over her slit. “That feels so good, honey!”
She reached up and pulled him in for a kiss and clung to Ben for a moment. Lisa went on.
“We go out, go to the mall to do shopping when I need you to do that…we have a coffee somewhere…but we can’t ever let it show…that we’re lovers because that’s what we are now and will be again.”
“You…you make it sound so simple and it isn’t when I can see you now and touch what you have for me. Last night was so good…it felt like a dream come true…literally.”
He smiled and surrendered to her renewed kisses, her hand working his long, but thin, boy’s penis until it was erect and trembled; jolts of pleasure sent coursing through it and into his groin. He reached across and cupped one heavy breast in his hand. The nipple was hard, and Lisa pulled her gown open some more so that he could fully claim it.
Lisa lay back against the sofa’s cushions and trembled. She would allow him to enjoy what he was doing. “I love what you do for me already, Ben…darling…darling!”
“I want them both…and I want you again.”
“You will darling, you will have me again.”
Ben now moved and knelt between her parted legs before his mouth settled on one breast, tugged and sucked on her nipple as his free hand crushed and moved over the other mound of pliant flesh. She squirmed under this assault on them and as her hand began to slick over her pussy’s lips and soon worked her clit.
“Two can do that,” she heard Ben say before his fingers were threaded through hers and they worked her pussy and clit together.
“Together, it’s just the two of us together!” Lisa called out, bursa eskort her body shuddering as their fingers trailed down over her labia or were hooked and dragged over them before penetrating her vagina. “Yes, do that, and as I showed you last night!”
His fingers pressed and circled over her moist and excited flesh before his fingers entered and sought her g-spot, as she had shown him.
“You sure like me doing that,” he said and smiled up at her before he lowered his head and began to kiss her belly, to slick his tongue over her pussy’s lips. He was mouthing her and at the same time claiming her breasts, tugging on her hard and erect nipples.
“Go on, I won’t stop you…not for a moment!”
She had been denied these attentions to her body for too long to stop him now, son or not. She rubbed her fingers over her clit, brushing past his face as she did so. The attention to her body by them both had her feeling that an orgasm would soon overwhelm her.
On a cry that echoed around the room, she erupted and was overwhelmed by the cramping rushes of a raging orgasm, her body shuddering and spasming. She fell into a spiral of wasting pleasure and was unaware of Ben continuing to finger her and caress her g-spot.
“You showed me how to, remember? So…so…so let it wash over you,” he said, trailing kisses over her body and lingering on her breasts before he sank his mouth over her parted lips. She breathed heavily through these kisses, the taste of her pussy on his lips.
“Yes, I showed you how, and now I want to share the rest with you.”
She embraced him and started to come down from her highs of pleasure. She wanted to make love and to feel his hard cock inside her, that swollen length of flesh that belonged to a young man who was more than just a son to her. They were at home, and she had already decided to take the risk of them becoming lovers. They had to behave when in each other’s company and with strangers, or friends and acquaintances around them.
“It’s not too early to go to bed, is it?” he asked and grinned, his eyes drifting over her again and seeing her hard nipples and the pink gash of moist flesh between her legs. She seemed to feel no shame from having her son see her naked body and what they had done, so far.
“Come on then!” she laughed, the change in Ben so captivating and her hunger to know of it again impossible to resist.
Laughing they chased each other up the stairs like two newlyweds. In what they sought to pursue with each other they were stepping out on a new road, one of reckless love.
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“Lie really close to me,” she demanded. “I want to feel our naked bodies against each other.”
They began making out, running their hands over the other’s body, those parts they could caress and hold as Ben pushed against her back. Lisa was soon holding his hard cock; he seemed to be in a parliament state of arousal now that they were together again, and the cares of the day forgotten.
“I just love holding and touching you,” Ben said through kisses to her back as she claimed his prick and kneaded his balls. “They’re so full and round….so warm and heavy.”
She loved the attention that he paid to them, but the emotions that his kisses and touches aroused got the better of her control. She turned in his embrace and pushed him until Ben lay on his back and she straddled him, her breasts swaying, and their movement stilled by his fierce grip upon them. She leaned forward.
“You always were a greedy boy,” she groaned as his lips tugged on her nipples and she felt little shocks of pleasure course through her body. Ben’s penis was soon rubbing over the slit and she rose onto her knees and lingered over him before she slowly sank onto his bulbous tip, his penis then gliding in. She was so ready for him.
Even after the tempestuous adventure of the night before, she gasped as her vagina was again filled by a man’s penis, her movements arousing the flood of moisture that became difficult to control.
Ben groaned, her agile clamping movements and sway of hips provoking sharpening breaths of pleasure and effort as the woman impaled on his penis took control, her pussy muscles tugging and easing in time with her panted breaths. His outstretched arms gripped her shoulders and then offered sliding caresses to still the sway of her breasts, but she seemed not to notice that. She was lost; she had been taken to another place.
“Slow down…I want this to last, Lisa!”
He wanted to make love, and she suddenly smiled.
Lisa was beginning to feel that way too. Why rush the moments they had discovered again? So, she moved slowly, caressed, and tugged on his unused penis in ways that had her moaning as she basked in the pleasure of feeling him inside her again.
“I shouldn’t be telling you this, but bursa escort I love to feel you in me…the bond we have is now so special.”
Lisa silenced his reply with kisses as she pressed her breasts onto his chest and felt the strength of his arms as she was embraced, Ben now lifting his hips off the bed and fucking her, not the other way about. She felt that Ben belonged there, in the lace where he had sprung from…perhaps that was what she felt.
Right now, she just felt the thrills of pleasure from a man’s penis filling her vagina and sliding over her moist walls, the delight unlike anything she had known of. It was all new to Ben and in that, and the illicit nature of what they were doing, lay pleasure.
“Lie back for me, please?” he asked, “I want to feel you pull on me but differently.”
She wanted that too and to feel his weight on her, to embrace his strong and youthful body and to take her pleasure from it and what he did inside her. She made sure that Ben’s penis did not slip out as they rolled over and she was on her back, her legs soon around his hips and her arms around his neck as they began to couple furiously, all restraint and sense of who they were forgotten.
“Make love to me, don’t fuck me, darling! Her calls to him went unheeded and she had to pull on his hair as his mouth gripped one breast and his hips banged against her buttocks whenever she eased her embrace upon him.
“Yes, you’re going to make me cum…so…so fill me with your love!”
“I wore a condom last night…do I stop?” he gasped as she continued to work him, seemingly not having heard what he had said. “Jeez…you’ll break it off me!”
“Because you’re doing it so well!” Her gaps of pleasure became a drawn-out moan. Her movements under him increased in tempo and her tugs on his penis became unbearable.
“Lisa…Mom!” he yelled as his body convulsed. His penis leaped in its moist sheath of warmth and bolts of his semen seared from his penis tip. He groaned and lifted his head and gazed at the ceiling with unseeing eyes. Pleasure overwhelmed him in shuddering waves.
She knew that Ben was oblivious to her calls to him as she climaxed, her pussy’s muscles clamping and draining him of his hot seed. There was so much, but she had stopped at a chemist during her workday to get ‘morning after’ pills. She would take what was recommended, just in case her boy found her.
The way Ben had made her feel there was always the chance of that nightmare outcome being made real.
How would she ever find the words to explain what she felt as her son made love to her in his inexperienced but only too energetic ways? She had again seen love and pleasure in his eyes; she had felt what she could only describe as the slow and gentle ways that he had deployed to caress her body and to claim her breasts and her, now sore, nipples.
“It will be even better next time, my darling,” she said softly and shivering as Ben slowly withdrew from her and she began to feel semen leak out of her vagina and slick her thighs as she closed them. She felt empty, now that Ben had gone from her, but she also felt languorous and tired.
She too had to relearn some of the ways of it and that had not been known of for so long. Her legs ached from the unaccustomed exertion as she chased an orgasm once more and because of what her son had pursued with her.
What had happened was not just about her, but also about Ben. She had called out words of encouragement. She had also spoken of her love for him and that she wanted to bring to him his first orgasm because of making love to a woman.
That she had been the woman to do that was for her and Ben to keep secret.
Even after his cock slipped out of her, she wouldn’t let him lie down beside her but embraced him as if she never wanted to let him go. She realized that the day would come when she did have to accept that he had to leave and pursue his life away from her. Until that moment came, she would have him in her life, in her home, and, above all, in her bed.
She no longer felt lonely and unloved in this passionate way between two people. Yes, it was wrong and incestuous, what they had pursued and done, but she lay naked in her bed with her lover and that was how the next day, and the next, and the weeks that followed would be lived through.
“You’re my lover and teacher, not just my Mom,” Ben said as she turned in his embrace and lay against him, his slicked penis against her buttocks, and the smell of sex heavy on the air as a thin duvet was pulled over them.
Lisa eased out of his embrace long enough to reach out and turn off the bedside light. Then she surrendered her body to his caresses and no longer minded the ache in her breasts. A man had wanted them and had loved the fleshy wonder that she knew she had become.
That man was her son. She would be thought of as a ‘bad Mom’ by others, but to Ben, she was his lover…maybe a great lover whenever they mated. Above all else, she was undeniably her son’s lover.
She was the first one of many for Ben, perhaps, but the only one that mattered, for now.
♥