Incest is Magical

For a long time, Peter terrorizes his mother's upper body with his mouth, sparing not a square inch of her breasts, her neck, her shoulders, and her belly from the touch of his tongue and his teeth. However, I make Peter go just a tad easier than before, so Carol can realize that something of the old fire is stirring inside her. This causes her immense anguish, and increases her humiliation a hundredfold. But there is no way she cannot feel a trace of her deceased husband in the way her son is ravaging her body, no matter how cruelly.

For good measure, I 'make' Peter scratch his mother along the arms, just to leave indubitable evidence for the morning. Peter moves downwards and enters his mother's pussy with his tongue. To her mortification, her cunt is wet, and there is little she can do to stop the involuntary reactions of her pussy muscles to her son's hyperactive tongue. His hands are going berserk on her legs, squeezing her thighs and her calves, and caressing the sensitive area behind her knee.

Her son sticks his tongue inside her as far as physically possible, then withdraws and replaces his tongue with her a finger. The finger goes inside his mouth, and he swallows. He then pulls himself forward and slaps his penis hard against her face, almost sticking it inside her eye. A gob of his juice makes it into her nose, making her want to sneeze. The feeling soon passes. He wrenches her mouth open, and sticks his penis inside. She is overcome with nausea at the enormity of her violation, but I quickly shut off her gag reflex.

Peter moves his pelvis towards his mother's face until both his testicles are inside his mouth, and his penis is rammed against the back of her throat. Carol's eyes moisten, and a tear rolls down her face and onto her the base of her son's penis, making for a fascinating sight, in my opinion.

Peter thrusts in and out of her mouth, and his groin muscles begin to tighten. His penis enlarges that little extra bit that it does when he is going to come. When he does, it he is deep inside his mother's mouth and his cum shoots in rapid streams to strike the back of his mother's throat, from where it rolls down into her stomach.

I extricate Peter from his mother, and release my influence on Carol to give her just enough time to swallow. She begins to open her mouth to scream, but extraordinarily strong waves of drowsiness roll over her, and by the time Peter has exited her room, she is deep asleep, a little bit of her son's semen dripping through her mouth and onto her lower lip.

***

When Carol wakes up at 7.30 am, she feels first vaguely disturbed, then horrified as she recalls the events of the night. HER OWN SON RAPED HER! But wait... how is that possible? The very thought of it is ridiculous, offensive. Then she looks down at her body, and is surprised to notice she is naked. Her terror mounts when she notices the scratching and the bruising from the night's events, and feels the stickiness against her lip, and knows immediately what it has been caused by.

For several minutes the enormity of what has happened to her is too much to process, and she sits in bed in a catatonic state, hugging herself, an uncomprehending, almost childlike look on her face. As she comprehends the reality of what has happened, realizes that there is not the slightest chance she could have dreamed something that was so vivid, so real, and which would leave so much physical evidence, she begins to weep. Uncontrollable spasms of grief overtake her body, and I amuse myself at the sight of her boobs jiggling with each sob.

But Carol is a strong woman, and even being violated by her own son is not enough to stun her into permanent inaction. She puts on her gown, and marches determinedly into Peter's room. There he is lying contentedly asleep, as if nothing unusual has happened. She roughly sweeps aside his sheets, and slaps him hard across the face to wake him up.

"Huh? Mom?" Peter mumbles, disoriented and confused.

"Don't act innocent, you bastard," Carol shrieks, slapping him again, leaving a mark on his cheeks this time.

"Mom! What the hell?"

Peter is horrified. What has got into his mother? He raises his hands and crosses them in front of his face in self defence.

Carol slaps away his hands, and is about to strike him again, when he screams, "Mom!"

For the first time, Carol looks at his face, registers his expression, his fearful and confounded eyes, and knows in that instant that her son is innocent.

But the little matter of her sexual assault still remains, and a long and painful conversation would have followed if I had not decided it was time for some fun again.

Carol's expression changes abruptly into one of unbridled lust. This causes her son alarm, which is soon enveloped by his anguish at realizing that he is immobile. His mother has cast off her robe from her body, leaving her stark naked in the morning light. A streak of sunlight illuminates her erect nipples. His predicament notwithstanding, Peter notices how much larger his mother's breasts are than his girlfriend's, and how enticing they look on a woman of modest height. Carol is only 5'2'', and this gives her body an even more irresistibly voluptuous quality when naked.

Carol straddles her son, gripping his cock and massaging it to arousal while burying his face in her bosom. She makes him nurse her breasts, and even though Carol is in a state of horror -- I have not extended her the mercy of leaving her unconscious while she rapes her son -- she cannot help thinking how good his face feels there, just like it had all those years ago, when he was a tiny child extracting nourishment from his mother.

She plays with his blond hair and his face, and runs her tongue over his face, his neck, and bites his earlobe. Her mouth moves down his body, kissing his chest, his abdomen and finally opening to let inside his cock, which is hard by now. She gets working on her son's penis in earnest, bobbing her head up and down over his shaft while working her tongue over it.

Peter's flash is flushed now, his ears are red, and he is about to go over the edge. To add some variety, this time I make Carol take his dick out of her mouth before he comes. Carol's hand closes around Peter's cock, accelerating its approach towards ejaculation, and when he comes, she squeezes every drop of his sperm out of his cock, spraying it onto her face, getting streaks of it into her blond hair, even copping some on her tits.

I release my hold on the duo, leaving them staring in shock at each other as they try to pick up the pieces.

Now I know I might have come across as a cruel kind of guy, but leaving a mother and son who have been forced to rape each other and have no idea how any of it happened staring at each other naked, and probably precipitating depression or suicide or worse, is not my idea of fun. You would also have noticed that I didn't get the two of them to actually engage in penetrative intercourse -- it turns out I do have some old fashioned ideas with respect to sex.

So I... this is where it gets difficult to explain the workings of the dimension I come from in terms that are easy for you to understand. But what I do is, basically, to turn the minds of these two humans so that by the time I am done, the 'rapes' are remembered as extremely pleasant sexual encounters which were merely preludes to a lot more hardcore sex to follow.

Of course, such a change is only possible because the conditions for it already existed -- in Peter's repressed Oedipal urges for his mother even before that one time he saw her naked as a child, augmented by their shared experience picking up the pieces after being left bereaved; Carol's intense love for her son, how he reminds him just a little bit of her late husband, the slight tinge of unacknowledged jealousy, sexual jealousy, that has been simmering inside her ever since her son started dating that wench... I could go on.

But the immediate result of my manipulation is that for a few seconds, mother and son gaze across at each other first with adoration and later with lust, their bodies come closer and mouths melt against each other in a passionate kiss.

Carol lays back and guides her son on top of her, while holding his face close to hers so their lips don't have to break contact. She takes his cock and squeezes it, gives it a bit of a rotation to stir it back to life so she can put it in her hot pussy. But Peter doesn't need much urging, and he's hard in no time, much to the delight of his mother.

Carol takes his cock in her hand and positions it against her pussy entrance, and Peter gingerly eases into her cavity. An extremely erotic moment passes between mother and son as Carol gasps a little and Peter grunts to celebrate the breaking of the ultimate taboo, and buries himself to the base of his cock in her cunt. Guided by his mother, he initiates a robust rhythm of expertly executed strokes of his penis sliding in an out of her tight but slippery cunt, and for the longest time, mother and son fuck wordlessly in the missionary position.

Stamina is clearly not a problem for these two.

Carol spreads her leg wider and lets go of her son's back to give him more control in their fucking. Her knees rock back and forth in small jerky motions in response to her son's strong thrusts. She throws her head back, closes her eyes, and lets her son pleasure her, hanging onto his cock through the strong grip of her pussy muscles.

"I'm gonna come, Mom!" breathes Peter, a desperate, slightly guilty look in his eyes.

"It's okay, baby. Mommy's coming too," Carol reassures her son, and soon enough, Peter can feel his mother's orgasm through his cock, before he starts to climax too.

They hold each other's gaze all through their peaks, and Carol almost screams at the exquisite pleasure her son is giving her. Peter stays in his mother's pussy as he shoots all of his load inside her. Despite having ejaculated so recently, he has a lot of his cum to dump in her pussy, and Carol hugs her son's body to her own as she feels gobs after gobs of his semen being deposited in her womb. She isn't using birth control, and probably should be panicking, but all she can do is widen her mouth in a mischievous smile as her son's naked body gently disengages with hers, and they lay with their blond heads resting against each other...