The Ultimate Sacrifice

[Maid of Marvels]

"Taking advantage?" Sylvie repeated.

Whatever is he getting on about? Can he be jealous?

"Jon. Love. We agreed to do this. He is our only child. If I don't help him, he will go somewhere else. I have to do this. You have to let me. Now enough. Do you want more coffee?"

Sylvie wasn't sure why she was being so argumentative, but for some reason she was beginning to feel over-protective of their son's sexuality. Or was it something more? The image of Greg's erection and the feeling of the cum on her breasts came quickly to mind, but she brushed it aside when she heard his voice.

"Morning, dad. Mom... "

Did he say that differently than he usually did? Or was it just her imagination?

"Morning, lovey. Breakfast's done," Sylvie said as she served the eggs onto a plate and put it on the table for him.

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

"Morning, dad. Mom... "

The boy feels uncomfortable in front of his father, knowing what he and his mother had done earlier.

Yes! He knows that it was with his Dad's approval but...

Apart that, he is still trying to get his head around the fact that his very prim and slightly snobby mother had, a short time ago, her hand around his cock and had wanked him off - twice!

That aside, despite his awkwardness, the horny teenager finds himself checking her out, noticing those same breasts that she had pushed against him are now pushing out the front of her blouse. How her generous bum fills out her medium length skirt.

Suddenly, despite his two recent cums, he feels he can go again.

"Morning, lovey. Breakfast's done," his mother said as she serves the eggs onto a plate and put it on the table for him.

"Thanks, Mom." Finding himself looking at her again, he blushes and starts to tuck into his breakfast.

"Well, I'm off. See you tonight." His father announces and he is out of the door, leaving them alone together. Suddenly he feels very shy and awkward. For the first time in his life, he is glad that he is going to school.

"I got to go, Mom. See you later." Standing up. He almost reached the door when she stops him for a hug.

"But, Mom. I gotta go." He protests.

"Nonsense. You are not old enough for you to give your mom a kiss."

Before he can argue further, he finds himself in her arms. The feel of her body against his instantly causes him to instantly get hard, his formidible erection pressing firmly into her. He finds himself looking deeply into her eyes, the faces, their mouths so close.

Again, he feels the urge, the need, to kiss her, to press his lips against hers.

"Mom..." He whispers, his lips moving ever closer while at the same time, his steel-like tool throbbing violently against her...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"Mom... "

For the second time that day, Greg's lips were close. So very close to hers. That and the fact that he was pressing his erection against her belly aroused her in ways that should never be. Heavens above. How could this be happening? It was just supposed to be occasionally... Wasn't it?

Sylvie was trying very hard to ignore the morbid fascination she had developed for son's penis and how much she wanted to watch it grow and swell to its unbelievable proportions. She wanted to touch him. Wanted... NO! Does he know? Can he tell? You are a wicked, wicked woman Sylvia Harrison! You should be locked away somewhere for thinking thoughts like that. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all...

Laughing lightly to break the tension between them, Sylvie kissed Greg on the tip of his nose. "You don't want to make yourself late, Greg. Will you be all right? I'll... erm... see you after school?"

She needed to think. Was this really in his best interest? She already knew the answer was yes. But was it in hers?

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

"Y-yeah, Mom!" Confused, very confused about the feelings he is having, the boy quickly departs for school.

Throughout the day, he finds himself wrestling with himself.

She's his mom for fuck's sake.

Yeah! But she and Dad offered to 'help' him. So why can't he enjoy it?

But like her like that?

By the end of the day he hasn't resolved how he is feeling except that by now he has another raging hard-on that requires relief - from any source.

Making lame excuses to his friends for why he can't see them, Greg dashes home, the hard cylinder in his pants causing running to be very uncomfortable and it seems to take him ages but finally he is letting himself in through the kitchen door.

Now what does he do?

His hard-on is almost killing him. However, despite his state, he now feels awkward, embarrassed even, to ask his mom to help him. He is about to decide to go upstairs to do it himself when his mother walking with a basket of washing.

"Hiya, dear. How was school....oh." He feels himself cringing (but hoping at the same time) as he sees her eyes lock on his very obvious bulge...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sylvie rounded the corner with...

the wash, almost bumping into Greg. Unconsciously, or was it?, her eyes immediately dropped toward his crotch. He was hard, his erection straining at the material of his jeans. She couldn't help wondering if it hurt him to be so hard.

Barely able to tear her eyes away Sylvie shifted her gaze upward, only to notice that Greg was staring her. Her face flushed as she wondered if he had seen where she had been looking. Maybe not. Would he think she was some kind of perv? As fast as she shook that thought away, another one came. She should offer him relief. Shouldn't she?

Jon wasn't due home for a couple of hours. Perhaps if they didn't go upstairs to the bedroom it would make this more impersonal. Keep her head clearer.

"Greg?" She said his name quietly as she put the basket down. "Umm... Shall I? You know? Do you need me to... "

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

She then says those magic words which causes him to shiver with excitement.

"Greg?" She says quietly as she put the basket down. "Umm... Shall I? You know? Do you need me to... "

"Please, Mom..." He says eagerly, lustily. His hormones ruling his mind, his entire body at that moment...

 

[Yoc]

Jonathon

All through out the day, he tries to concentrate on his work but he just can't. His mind keep returning to the morning, imaging his wife leaning over the naked body of their son as she relieves his erection.

"Jon? Are you okay?" Looking up, he sees his manager, Al, standing over him.

"Yeah, sure. Why?" Jonathon asks.

"Well. It's just that I have been talking to you for the last couple of minutes."

You are losing it, Jonathon! He tells himself

"I'm sorry, Al. Just got a couple of things on my mind."

"Anything to do with work?" Al looks concerned.

"No." He counters. "Domestic. You know how it is. Nothing important."

Al nods.

"Look, Jon. We have this problem and we wanted you to go up state for a day or two. But if that's going to be a problem..."

He has to stay away overnight? Damn!

"N-no, Al. No problem at all." He lies.

"Good. Come with me and I will fill you in."

An hour later, he is on the phone to Sylvie, telling her he won't be home tonight...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"Please, Mom... "

The shrill ringing of the phone made Sylvie jump. "I'll only be a minute, love" she whispered, pointing Greg toward the couch. Something inside her resented the intrusion of a phone call at this particular time. Whoever it was, she'd get rid of them quickly.

"Hello?" It was Jon letting her know that he would be out of town for the next few days. Somehow she couldn't help feeling that this trip couldn't have come at a worse time. The conversation wasn't long, but you could cut the tension with a knife. It ended as abruptly as it began with forced-sounding 'I love you's'.

Setting the receiver back in the cradle, Sylvie went back into the living room where she knew Greg was waiting for her. "It was dad, Greg. He'll be out of town for a couple of days."

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

Inwardly, the boy cursed as the phone went.

Who is it? He could feel his erection almost ripping a hole in his pants as he waits for his mom to come back.

Finally...

"It was dad, Greg. He'll be out of town for a couple of days." His mother says as she comes in carrying a bowl of water and a flannel.

The boy nods, not particularly interested at the moment. All he wants is his mother's soft hands on his aching dick...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sylvie is unsure about how she feels...

about Jon going out of town and leaving her alone with Greg. What are you worried about, Sylvie. You're the boy's mother for crying out loud. It's not like you were some stranger being left with Greg. Thing was, the idea excited her and she wasn't exactly sure why.

Setting the basin down, Sylvie looked down at her son. He was laying sprawled on the couch, his erection straining against the denim of his jeans. Once again she cannot help musing about his generous endowment.

Greg had agreed not to go with any of the local girls, but Sylvie was beginning to see that Greg's sex drive was extremely high. Unlike her husband's. Perhaps it was his age. Who knew? Even so, she worried all the more that he would feel the desire to experiment elsewhere. But what could she do?

Silly git! You're jealous. Plain and simple. You just don't want him having relations with anyone else. No! It couldn't be. Could it?

The lazy smile on her son's face as she sat beside him brought her back to reality. What little there seemed to be in this outlandish situation. She reached out, longing to trace the outline of his erection with her fingertips. Instead, she began to fumble with his belt buckle.

"You poor thing. Have you been like this all day?" she asked quietly. "Well, your mom is here now to take care of it for you. Now let's get these trousers off."

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

The boy inhales sharply as he watches his mother undo his belt.

"You poor thing. Have you been like this all day?" she asks him quietly.

He nods, biting his lip.

"Well, your mom is here now to take care of it for you. Now let's get these trousers off." He watches as she then opens his jeans up.

"Now lift up." She tells him. He complies and watches her as she drags his pants off so that they are bunched over his feet.

"Now for these." He hears her say as they both look at the impressive bulge in his underwear. Then he watches her tuck her fingers into the waistband and slowly pull his underwear down, finally freeing his huge erection which springs out like an uncoiled spring, its head reaching way past his belly button.

"Oh my! You are in a state." She exclaims...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sylvie feels what is now becoming...

a familiar reaction to the sight of her son's tumid erection. The stupefaction she had first felt had lessened, leaving her more and more curious. She couldn't help wondering how it would feel buried deep inside of her vagina. That begged the question as to whether her merely wanking him off would be satisfying enough over time.

Sylvie's tongue played over her lips as she reached out to touch his obvious arousal. Her heart was pounding and her mouth was dry as her forefinger traced a path along the bulging vein, thrilling at the reaction she caused when it bobbed up to meet her hand.

She glanced up at Greg, who was watching her intently as the fingers of both hands moved gently over the mounds and ridges on the shaft of her son's cock until they reached the velvetty smoothness of its purple glans.

Droplets of precum were already leaking from the eye slit and Sylvie shivered as she felt a tremor of desire sweep over her body. A soft ohhh escaped her son's lips when she wrapped the fingers of her hand around his manhood, marvelling once more that she couldn't make them touch.

Sylvie's free hand cupped Greg's testicles, his hips arching up as he began to pump in and out of the sheath she has created with her hand to caress him with.

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

Neither of them say a word as he awkwardly starts to move his hips back and forth off the settee, enjoying the feel of her soft hand as she grips his throbbing tool, giving him something to thrust against.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

He gasps as he feels her other hand gently fondle his testicles.

God this is so hot!

There he is. In the family living room. Naked from the waist down with a hard-on being wanked by his oh so very proper mother. He still can't believe that his parents had suggested this so that he won't stray from home.

Why should he? This feels so good. If only...

He looks at her as she looks intensely at his huge erection. Her mouth is half open as if having difficulty to breath, her lips looking so inviting.

God! He wants to kiss her.

His eyes rack over her, concentrating on her rapidly moving chest. Wondering what her breasts looks like underneath.

They look big and juicy!

The thought swells him up even more. He can imagine them naked, ready for him to touch and fondle.

Fuck!

He wishes he could be his father, just for one night. To be able to share a bed with her. To take her body.

"Ooooh, Mom!" He groans, at the thought of them together, naked body against naked body, his mind, driven by the feelings he is getting, by his all governing arousal.

He looks at his mother again, she now biting her lip as she continues to work on him.

Oh fuck! He can imagine them on the floor, with her under him. The skirt pulled up to her waist. Her panties ripped aside with him balls deep inside. Making her take every hard inch of his thick shaft. Making her realise that he is no longer a boy but a fully grown man.

He can imagine him moving back and forth inside, between her sweaty thighs. Their damp crotches coming together with a slap each time he plunges in deep. Hearing her moan her passion, her mouth open in a silent scream as he takes her hard, takes her deep.

And he realises he wants her unlike he ever wanted any other woman or girl. He wants her to be the one take his hated virginity from him. To be the first to take his thick hot cum inside her womb. To make her his.

"Oh God, Mom!" He groans, his body trembling with heat as he thrusts more urgently against her hand. He wants her so much. He looks hungrily at her.

"M-mom!" He groans, not realising he is speaking and too far gone to care. "C-can you cuddle me? L-like last time? Plllleaaaasssseeeee???" He begs...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"L-like last time?" Greg pleads...

Sylvie remembered how her son's cum had soaked her nightie, covering her breasts; but she wasn't wearing a nightie this time. She had on a blouse and skirt. It would be ruined, but how could she refuse him. Greg's health and happiness meant everything to her.

Almost reluctantly, she released her hold on her son. He was so hard and swollen that she knew he was close and the fascination of watching still held for her. Sylvie stood and unbuttoned her blouse, folding it neatly and placing it on the arm of a nearby chair. Greg's eyes bored into her, unblinking as she reached behind to unfasten her skirt. It was wool, after all, and she didn't know if it would stain. Better to be safe than sorry. She didn't want to ruin a perfectly good skirt now. Did she?

Wiggling it down off her hips, she let it drop to the floor. As Sylvie stepped out of her skirt, she bent to pick it up making her ample breasts jiggle and threaten to fall from the top of her brassiere. When she stood, she saw that Greg had begun to stroke himself as she undressed. She could feel her nipples stiffen and the slowly growing wetness between her legs form a damp spot in the crotch of her silky panties.

Almost timidly, Sylvie moved closer to her son, clad now only in her bra and half slip. Sitting back down on the couch, she nodded that he should move closer as she replaced his hand with her own.

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

Greg feels disappointment stab at him as his mother pulls away, thinking that he has gone too far. His disappointment quickly turns to disbelief as she then starts undoing her blouse, her eyes staring at his cock.

Shit!!

The poor boy's eyes almost pops out as she quickly slides the blouse off her shoulders, revealing her heavily laden bra. His eyes are clued to her wobbling chest as she neatly folds the top and places on the chair. So much bigger than he first had thought.

Again standing up straight, she undoes her skirt. Greg's eyes alternating between her fumbling hands and her heavy chest. Finally, what seems like an eternity for the poor lad, she wiggles out of her skirt and lets it drop to the floor before bending over to pick it up. The sight of her large panty-clad bum stretching the material almost causes him shoot there and then.

Then she stands before him, just wearing her bra which looks it is ready to burst because of the packages it is containing and panties. Although not a young girl's body. To the young boy's fevered brain, her middle-aged shape is more alluring. More erotic.

More fuckable!

He is suddenly filled with the urge to get up and run into her arms. To feel that incredible body next to his. To rub his hard tool against her. But he can't move. Instead, he grabs hold of his snake-like tool, feeling it throb urgently as he starts to wank himself. Never has he felt so turned on, his cock solid rock while his balls swell painfully in their need to expell their load.

Now she is moving towards him, her eyes still fixed on his towering goliath, taking the seat next to him even as she reaches out for that part of him which is so ready to explode.

Looking up at her, he sees her indicating for him to move closer. Suddenly he finds whatever spell is holding him in place is now broken.

Eagerly, clumsily, he moves towards her only to find the jeans around his feet restricting his movements. With a growl, he has a brief struggle resulting with the cursed item being kicked halfway across the room. Then he is pressing against her, almost knocking them both over in his eagerness to be next to her.

She tells him to slow down even as she cuddles up to him, her large, soft breasts pressing against his chest even as she starts to stroke his tool once more.

"Ooooh, Mom!" He gasps, feeling control slipping as he presses his head against hers, his heated breath fulling on the nape of her neck, his eyes clued on her heaving bosom...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Greg's warm breath on her neck...

sent shivers throughout Sylvie's body as he nestled against her, rocking his hips back and forth while she stroked him.

"Better now?" Sylvie asked quietly, though she knew the answer. Greg was moaning aloud and she could tell that he was close to cumming because his cock had grown hard as steel in her hand.

The weight of his body against hers was tantalizing and her nipples were like hard nubs pushing against the soft lace of her bra. She wondered if Greg noticed and what he thought. She didn't want him to think badly. On the other hand... half-dreaming, Sylvie began to imagine Greg between her legs instead of laying across her lap.

Stop thinking like that. You're no better than a common harlot! This is all for your son, Sylvie and nothing more.

"Ohh... mom... " The sound of her son's voice brought Sylvie from her reverie. Soon. Yes, he would cum soon and a slight shudder of excitement spread throughout her body as she stroked him harder, faster watching in anticipation.

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

"Ohhh, mom!" He closes his eyes and he feels the soft hand stroke his granite hard erection. He takes a deep breath and enhales his mother's perfume, making him feel giddy.

"Oh, mom. I do love you." He gasps out, nestling his face into her neck even as he starts to move his hips once more.

"This feel soooo good!" He sighs as he presses his lips against her skin, his breath hot and heavy. Finding no rebuke, he starts to kiss her, his mouth travelling slowly up the length of her smooth neck...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sylvie was mesmerized...

watching her hand glide back and forth along the length of Greg's enormous erection, the head glistening with precum. She barely noticed when her son began to leave a trail of kisses up her neck, but stiffened slightly as his hand began to move, finally cupping her breast.

Sylvie gasped, whether from shock or desire, she didn't know. She hadn't expected this. Or had she? Should she make him stop? What if she didn't let him touch her breast? What if he found someone else? What if he got sick? In her mind there was no more argument. His hand on her breast would do him no harm.

Greg had stopped moving when she hesitated and it felt as though he were holding his breath. Wanting to reassure him, she looked down and smiled gently, resuming the movement of her hand on his cock.

"Touch, baby. Go ahead. Touch. And cum for mommy."

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

The boy hadn't even been aware that he had put his hand on his mother's breast until she spoke.

"Touch, baby. Go ahead. Touch. And cum for mommy."

Her words almost causes him to blank out. Pulling his head away, he looks at what is happening.

His hand is now firmly grasping her breast, noticing how soft and heavy it feels within her bra.

Her hand, so small, is firmly massaging his aching cock. The head, thanks to its long length, is now pressing into her stout thigh.

He then looks at her face and sees that she is looking at him.

That mouth! Those lips!

"Greg...?" He hears her murmur, her mouth sexily half open.

It is as if a switch has been pressed in his head. Unable to stop himself, the boy's mouth descends towards his mother's mouth, his lips falling towards her own full ones...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

As her son's mouth descends over her own...

Sylvie panicked. She tried to wiggle free, but he moved and pinned her cock-filled hand between them, pumping and grinding against her soft inner thigh.

He cried into her open mouth, a deep gutteral moan, as his body stiffened and he began to cum. Shuddering, he began to spurt streams of his hot seed.

Her will to resist forgotten in the moment, Sylvie pulled her son closer revelling as he soaked her with the milky white cream of his passion.

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

Even as he starts to spurt, the boy's mouth firmly attaches onto his mother, their lips joining together and, for a moment, he seems like his mother is responding.

A small part, a very small part, screams in his mind to stop. This is his mother. But he can't. Instead he squirms on top of her even as she struggles underneath, inadvertently allowing him to slide between her now open legs.

His mouth never leaves her as he now thrust reckless between her firm thighs, his erection, which is no longer spurting but not yet saited, sliding in its own juices up and down her belly.

And already, he feels his hormones taking control again.

Suddenly his hand is between their loins grabbing at her slip, ripping them aside. Underneath, he feels his mother moving more frantically as if trying to get him off. But he can't stop. Not now. He continues to rub his swollen tool against her.

In his current state, the boy is not even thinking rationally. All he wants to do is to mate. With the female underneath him.

Lengthening his thrusts, he moves hips further and further back with his action, moving the ripe purpil head of his tool nearer and near to the target in between her legs. Somewhere that he so desperate want to sheath himself up to the hilt into. To fuck.

Underneath him, his mother gives one violent buck even as he is thrusting downwards. Suddenly he finds himself sliding into something incredibly hot and tight.

With an effort, his mother rips her mouth away from his and cries out...

 

[Yoc]

Jonathon

He stares out the window the train, watching the trees flash past him as he gets further and further away from home.

He looks at his watch.

Greg should be home by now!

He wonders if Sylvie will be relieving him again.

Surely not? She only did it this morning.

At the thought, again he feels the jealousy well up inside him.

Poor yourself together, Jon. It is all harmless. He tells himself. They are simply protecting their child. Sylvie doesn't like doing it as much as he doesn't like her doing it. But Greg's life comes first!

The poor man, if he only knew what is going on there right at this moment...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Even as her son finds his release...

he continued to thrust against his mother, never losing his erection. Truly alarmed, Sylvie struggled under Greg trying to break free of his mouth... of him. It was a nightmare. How did this happen?

How could it not happen? Foolish woman! What did you expect? Enticing him... She had to stop this!

Sylvie yelled, trying to buck his body off of hers. Her vocal protest became a silent scream and her eyes widened as Greg's immense cock found its mark. It felt as though she would split in two.

"Too big! You're... too... " Greg once again covered her mouth with his own, as if devouring her; swallowing Sylvie's words as he dove into her most intimate of places. She could feel herself stretching, molding to his incredible size. The discomfort easing and becoming...

No! This isn't right. It's not... right! Sylvie's mind protested even as her body began to betray her. It was like nothing she had ever known before.

Heaven forgive her, but she wanted... needed... Sylvie's hips arched upward to meet her son's. Soft moans of her growing passion escaping her lips as a tear traced a solitary path down her cheek.

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

Deeper and deeper he went.

"Too big! You're... too... "

But her protests do not even pierce the fog surrounding his brain. Instead he is kissing her again, his open mouth pressing fiercely against hers, his hands clutching at her.

He has only one desire now. One burning need and that is to push his cock as deep into his mother as possible and fuck her, whatever the consequences!

Deeper and deeper he slides into her soft channel until finally, his groin slaps into his mother's and underneath him, she moan. Then, without pause, he starts to rock his hips back and forther, moving his immensely swollen shaft inside her grasping cunt. Each thrust becoming longer, harder.

His eyes closed, the boy pulls his head back, breaking their lip contact as he positions himself on top of her, savouring each and every deep, penetrative thrust. Savouring the feel of her moistering(?) cunt as it moves up and down his tool.

Within moments, he is shafting her frantically. Pushing her body against the settee, his body slapping into hers with each stroke as he forces his huge endowment into her time and time again...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sylvie wrapped her legs around Greg's waist...

rocking back and forth with every stroke. Her vagina had stretched beyond belief and molded itself around him. She could feel her body rising to undiscovered levels of pleasure.

Sylvie grunted loudly with each penetration of her son's enormous erection, all thoughts of wrong or right momentarily forgotten.

"Oh... Greg... " her voice came low and gutteral, breathless from the exertion. "It's... it's... I'm... "

Sylvie had never had an orgasm before but she could tell she was about to. The in and out motion of his cock felt incredible. Each thrust sent a new sensation through her entire body.

When it happened, Sylvie's eyes shot wide open in amazement. It was incredible; she never wanted him to stop thrusting into her. She tensed and then let the ripples that were washing over her turn into waves. Waves of passion and lust that brought her crashing over the edge into convulsive, shuddering bliss. The muscles deep within contracted in spasms around his girth, as if to draw his rich hot seed out and into her.

Sylvie cried out again and again as Greg drove into her. Deeper. Harder. Faster. Their breathing was hoarse and ragged as she rode out her pleasure and she could feel Greg's manhood swelling deep inside of her, his body tensing in anticipation of his release.

"Cum for mommy," she whispered as they gazed into each others eyes. "Cum for me."