The Ultimate Sacrifice

[Tibxo]

Greg

He watches her as his mother gets more and more fidgety. Getting up from her chair, she stands with her back to him.

"Dammit!" Her outburst startles Greg and the boy jumps. "Sorry. This is quite difficult for me. I just don't know how to say this. Or even what to say. Anything I say will sound as though I am making a deal. Selling myself. I suppose I am, in a way... I just don't want it to sound so... ugly."

He justs sits there as his mother, her back still towards him, starts to sob.

She's crying!

What has he done? He had been so wrapped in what he could get out of this that he hadn't realised how it would affect her. His young ego thinking that she would like it as much as him.

"Mom? Don't cry!" He says, getting up from his chair. "It's not ugly."

"B-but it is ugly." She sobs, "I-I am no better than a prostitute."

"No!" Says the boy, turning her around and taking her in his arms. "You are not a prostitute. You are my mom who is just trying to protect me." He feels her sag against him, her face against his next. Standing together, they are about the same height albeit she is a little heavier than him.

"It's me that been bad, Mom. Y-you tried to protect me and I...I took advantage." He feels his own tears starting to form at the realisation on how badily he has treated her. The only person who has been there for him ever since he can remember. When he had ever got hurt, it is always her that fixed him up. If he ever got depressed, it is always her that he turns to. If he ever needs advice, it is his mother, not his father, he would go to.

What have I done?

He joins in, tears rolling down his face as their bodies grip each other tightly...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sylvie began to sob uncontrollably...

her arms around her son, her face buried against his neck. As he held her, she could feel Greg's tears joining hers. His lips on her temple. His lips on her eyes. His lips on her cheek. Until finally his lips were on her lips. Gently. Softly. Then harder. Capturing her mouth with a hungry urgency.

She felt the hardness of his arousal pressing against her belly and stiffened for a moment before bringing her hand between them. Her fingers traced the outline of his erection as she murmured against his lips.

"It's all right, lovey. It's all... right... " Sylvie looked deeply into her son's eyes, hoping to ease the worried look she saw there. "Come. Let's go upstairs where it's more comfortable."

If she couldn't find the words to tell him, perhaps she could show him.

 

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Greg

"It's all right, lovey. It's all... right... " The way she looks deep into him makes him shiver with lust. "Come. Let's go upstairs where it's more comfortable."

Could she mean??

His heart is in his mouth as he feels her pull away. He can still taste her lips on his. Feel her touch on his granite hardness.
Then taking his hand, she leads him up the stairs. With his mother leading, his eyes roams her body, watching how her hips sway with every step.

His erection feels like it will rip through his jeans. He wants her so badly.

Please God! He prays as they reach his bedroom door...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Of course Sylvie hadn't really considered...

what was permissible to her and what was not. Not completely anyway. Lost in thought, she led her son up the stairs, past his bedroom and into her own. It wasn't until she turned to face Greg only to find he wasn't there, that she realized where she had gone. Well, there was more room in here on this bed than on his single, she thought and called out quietly.

He entered the room almost timidly, and Sylvie held out her hand, bidding him to come closer. "It's okay... Come to mommy, Greg."

He moved forward hesitantly, seeming unsure of what to expect. She couldn't blame him, she'd been running hot and cold all day. But now... Now she would show him in actions what she could not find words for.

"Let's get these off you," Sylvie murmured encouragingly, as she began to unfasten her son's jeans. Her hands shook as she fumbled with the buttons. She was nervous. More nervous than she had been the first time.

Sylvie knew that she had to set the boundaries and that there would be no crossing over them from this point onward. There couldn't be any repeats of those earlier, ugly incidences. No. She would show him what was permissible and what was not. After all, it was still her responsibility to keep him safe. Wasn't it?

 

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Greg

He stands there watching as she wrestles with his jeans. First she unbuckles his belt and then she undoes his zip. Feeling her hands tuck into the top, she pulls them down his legs.

He gasps as he feels the rough material scrape the tender flesh of his cockshead. In its current position, his penis had grown down his leg of his boxers until a large proportion of it is sticking out of the end. Now, as it becomes free of the jeans, the heavy head tries to rise up despite still being hampered by the boxers.

He watches his mother's expression as her eyes fall onto it as it comes into view...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

His jeans out of the way...

Sylvie's eyes are drawn toward Greg's penis as it strains to rise against the restriction of the boxers he is wearing. No matter how many times she sees it, she seems always to be fascinated by the sheer length and thickness of her son's manhood.

Holding back the moan that threatens to escape her lips, she unfastens the snap that holds Greg's boxers closed and slips her fingers under the elastic waist, pulling them downward, over his slender hips and down his thighs. All the while she is watching. Waiting for his sex to be revealed to her. This was for Greg's sake, after all. She couldn't have him wandering off with that... girl. Could she?

At last, his full throbbing erection burst free of its confines, bobbing upward. This time she couldn't restrain the gasp as her son stood before her, naked. His magnificent arousal begging for her to touch it.

"Lie down on the bed," she whispered hoarsely. "I have to take off my blouse."

 

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Greg

"Greg? Didn't you hear me? I said 'get on the bed'". His mother says again.

Greg, now dressed only in his shirt and socks, hastely obeys. Lying on his back, his disproportioned cock reaching well up his belly, the boy watches as his mother, standing at the foot of the bed, starts to slowly to undo her buttons on her blouse...

 

[Yoc]

Jon

"Come on, Jon. The meeting's starting."

Jon nods to his colleague as he listens to the ringing tone in the phone's earpiece.

She must be out, he finally concludes as he puts down the receiver.

Picking up his papers, he heads off for the conference room.

He will have to phone her later that he will be home late.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sylvie's hands were shaking...

and a flush was spreading over her face as she began to unbutton her blouse, whether from embarrassment or arousal, it wasn't quite clear. Perhaps a mixture of both, even if she didn't want to admit that to herself.

As the last button came free, she let the blouse slide off her arms to the floor. Standing before her son, clad only in her shorts and her bra, Sylvie started to falter. Was she doing the right thing? Would what she offered Greg be enough? What exactly was she going to offer?

Sylvie smiled nervously and moved closer to her son who was laying on the bed, his eyes riveted on her. She reached behind her, unfastening the clasps that held her bra in place. The straps fell slack, slipping off her shoulders and down her arms as she held the front in place. Taking a deep breath, Sylvie tugged at the lacy material, releasing her full breasts.

She sat beside him then and took his hand, guiding it to the sensitive peaks that ached for his touch. Greg inhaled sharply, his hesitance obvious, but soon forgotten as his mother's fingers found their way to his throbbing erection and the dance began.

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

The sight of his mother's breasts as they come into view causes his already straining shaft to expand even further.

He tries not to think less it is a dream as he watches her move around the bed and sit next to him, his eyes locked on her heaving mammarians as they droop slightly on her chest. Never has seen such large nipples before, not even in his magazines. And the area around them are so big.

He almost shudders as he sees her bend over slight, causing those lovely treasures to move yet again, and grab his hand.

What? His unspoken question is soon answers as he is awarded feeling the incredible soft flesh of her chest. The contact causes him to gasp sharply. Then he finds himself closing his eyes and groaning as he feels her soft hand on his aching erection.

"M-mom." He gasps.

"Shhh!" He hears her say, as her fingers slowly explores the large expanse of male organ. His hand is not idle as it explores its new domain, the finger tips tormenting the thick nipples to swell and harden and for long minutes; the mother and son couple now silent as they slowly explore and play with each other.

Finally, using his free hand, the boy pushes himself forward, his mouth falling on to his mother's breast, but gently this time, as his lips slowly start to roam her soft flesh causing her to do the gasping this time...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sylvie gasped as Greg...

whisked a nipple with his tongue before capturing the other between his lips, rolling her nipple gently as he suckled at his mother's breast. She felt the dampness growing between her legs as her fingers traced a path along the underside of his fully throbbing erection.

Sylvie felt him throb at her touch, her fingers closing around his girth. He was rock hard and she couldn't help marvelling at the fact that her hand was too small to close around Greg's shaft.

"Ohhh... mom... "

She couldn't take her eyes away from the the sight before her. His purple helmet, swollen and glistening with precum, the veins along the shaft swollen and bulging. Sylvie's body rocked in a rhythm that matched her son's as he arched his hips, moving in and out of the sheath she formed with her fingers.

How her body ached for release, even as she knew his did. Could she offer more? Would she? What if she didn't? Sylvie brushed aside the image of Greg with that... girl. Without a word, her free hand covered Greg's and she drew it toward herself, placing it upon her thigh.

 

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Greg

He feels his pulse racing as his lust mounts.

Does she want me?

Then, as if in answer, he feels his mother takes his hand and this time place it on her thigh. The realisation and the feeling almost cause the young lad to lose control.

Instead, he pulls his head away from her heaving breasts, which he notices with pride, are shining with his saliva, the nipples bloated and red.

Tearing his eyes off her lovely bosom, Greg looks into his mother's face. The sight cause him to groan. She is staring at him intensely, her mouth half-open, her lips moist and inviting. Each of her breaths are coming as a small gasp.

He has to kiss her.

No longer able to control his urges, the lust-driven teenager slowly moves his head towards his mother's. Their lips getting closer and closer until they finally touch...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sylvie's nipple fell from Greg's mouth...

with a pop as he moved upward to capture his mother's trembling lips. They fell backwards, now lying side by side as his arms encircled her and she felt herself writhing against him in voluptuous abandon.

"Ohhh... " she murmured into Greg's mouth as his tongue slipped between her lips. Sylvie's skin was hot, burning where they touched, his hand on her thigh sending a rush of sensation throughout her body.

She adjusted her hold on his throbbing erection, feeling his need and revelling in it as she stroked him. Harder. Faster. Pausing only when she realized his hand was moving as well. Slowly. Shyly. Sylvie parted her legs, draping one over her son's thighs in further invitation.

Her mind and body cried out to him. Touch me! Please touch me! As if sensing her desire, he did. Greg's hand began to move upward, trailing along the soft silkiness of her inner thigh. She held her breath without realizing it. Waiting. Wanting. Needing. It was so wrong, but it felt so right.

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

He kiss her hungrily, his tongue exploring the hot entire of her mouth. Revelling in the feel of her soft body against his as they lay side-by-side on the large bed, the feel of her soft hands working on his aching cock and the boy wants more, so much more! Automatically, without thinking, he slides his hand onto her leg.

The sudden stiffening of her body momentarily brings him to his senses.

I've gone too far! He can feel the disappointment starting to raise up to engulf him. Then he feels her body moving, followed by the feel of her leg sliding over his.

For a moment, he is unsure what she is doing and when the realisation hits him, he almost cums with excitement.

S-she....

Emboldened by her move, he starts moves his hand up her warm thigh even as he kisses her with more fervour, sealing his lips against hers. Unable to stop now but not wanting to rush, he slowly massages the top of her leg as it gets nearer and nearer to its goal.

The kissing is really getting heated as he feels her tongue slide into his mouth.

Oh, mom!

His hand is at her shorts now. Without a moment's hesitation, in case she changes her mind, he slides his hand underneath. He is rewarded with a muffled groan as his mother presses her mouth harder against his.

His hand slides up further, almost disappearing up her shorts, his fingers now feeling his mother's coarse hair. He can't stop now, not that now he is so close. A moment later, his fingers encounters incredibly hot and wet even as his mother's hand tightening its grip around his stout erection...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sylvie's whimpered and arched...

her hips to meet Greg's hand as his fingers found the slick wet heat of her. Moist and desperate, she allowed herself to obey an instinct that she hadn't known she possessed.

She moaned against her son's mouth as her son's thumb moved in subtle circling movements over her clitoris. Sylvie and Greg moved in rhythm with each other as he thrust his engorged cock harder and faster through her hand, her belly wet with precum as its swollen helmet grazed against her skin.

Emboldened by his mother's reaction, Greg explored further, slipping a finger into her tight depths. She couldn't lie still, her inner muscles clenched his fingers frantically as he thrust them in and out of her sheath. Struggling to hold back, Sylvie teetered on the edge of orgasm even as she encouraged her son to his.

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

Their mouths break apart as their bodies writhe against each. Their breaths are coming in deep pants as the bed starts to rattle in tune to their movement.

"Oh God, Greg!" His mother gasps through clenched teeth. Inexperience though he is, he realises that she is about to cum. Looking down at her intently, he lustily begins to ram to fingers deep into her cunt in deep, fast strokes, listening to the wet slurps coming from her groin even as she thrusts against him.

"Harder! Faster!" She pants out as she bucks harder even as he thrusts against her, his massive erection sliding back and forth on her hot skin...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Greg had brought her to a peak...

so quickly Sylvie felt as though something would burst inside of her. Her body ached. She longed for... No! Don't go there, Sylvie! No matter how badly she wanted to feel her pussy stretch and mold itself around her son's thrusting shaft, she knew that she had set the boundaries and there they would stay.

"Cum for me, Greg" she urged him as his fingers continued to fill her. "Cum... for mommy. I... can't... I... need... to... Ohhh... "

Sylvie called out her son's name in an uninhibited cry of satisfaction as he took her over the edge. Her entire body shook with shuddering contractions, convulsing around his fingers as Greg tensed in his own moment of release, abandoning himself to pleasure.

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

The sound of her cries and the way her body thrashed around causes Greg to follow his mother in orgasm, his cock swelling up even more before erupting his thick potent seed over his mother's body, coating her breasts and belly with white juice.

Suddenly tired, the boy crawls up and lies next to his mother. He feels her stroking his hair as she gently kisses his forehead and he slowly drifts off to sleep.

*********

He stretches his body as he comes awake. It takes him a few seconds to realise that he is not in his bed. Then he is conscious of someone lying next to him.

Mom!

Opening his eyes, he glances over and sees that she is asleep lying on her back. His eyes immediately fasten on her large breasts as they move in rhythm to her breathing. Immediately his cock springs up into a new erection.

Ohhhh, Mom!

For long minutes, he just stares at her. Admiring her incredibly beautiful (to him) breasts. Admiring the size, the thick nipples and he instantly wants to touch them again. To play with them.

But the last minute, he pulls away. He remembers how she had reacted the last time he tried.

No! If he wants her. Then he has to do it differently. But how?

Suddenly he gets an idea. Giving his sleeping mother a last, longing look. He gets up and leaves the room.

******

An hour later, he is in the sitting room, watching tv. In the kitchen is a small bouquet of flowers. In them is a small note.

It reads:

To my mom. Thanks. Love from Greg.

...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

The sound of the phone ringing...

woke her. Sylvie's eyes popped open and she looked around, unsure of where she was for that first moment or two.
"Greg?"

He probably got cleaned up and went out with his mates. No reason for him to stay around, she thought, though something deep inside of her wished that he had. Nonsense. Answer the phone, Sylvie.

She reached for the phone then brought her legs over the side of the bed to sit up.

"Hello?" She straightened her shorts, which were pushed up and twisted around her legs. She felt... sticky. Looking down, she realized that she was covered with her son's semen. So much that it hadn't completely dried on her skin. Sylvie absent-mindedly traced a path across her breasts with the tip of her finger.

"Sylvie, it's me. Jon."

Sylvie jerked at the sound of her husband's voice and quickly covered her breasts. She felt as if she had been caught out, even though she hadn't done anything he wouldn't approve of. Or would he?

"Hi, honey! I just woke from a nap" she responded, trying to sound cheerful.

"A nap? Are you all right?" Jon's voice sounded concerned yet almost petulant. "You're taking an awful lot of naps lately. Maybe you should see a doctor."

"Mmm... Oh!!" Sylvie suddenly realized that she had placed her finger into her mouth and had been suckling at it. Now she was thoroughly embarrassed. Why, she wasn't sure. It wasn't as though he could see her or would know what she had done. Or what was on her finger. Perhaps it was merely because she had never 'tasted' her husband's cum. He didn't approve of such things. Frankly, he said (and often when they were first married) it took too long to do that. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered if Greg would feel the same.

"What? Erm... I dropped the phone," she fudged, realizing that Jon was still rattling on and she hadn't heard the last bit.

"Sylvie, I want you to make a doctor's appointment. There is something not right with you lately."

"Nothing is wrong with me, Jon. Really. I only just woke, I said." Her protests fell on deaf ears as he became more and more insistent. "Fine. I will do. Okay? Now hurry home, will you? I'm going to start dinner now."

"No. That's what I called about, in fact" he added. "I won't be home for dinner. I probably won't be home much before ten or eleven. Right then. I'll see you when I get there. Don't wait up."

"O... " Her words trailed off when she realized he had hung up without even saying goodbye. He thought she had been strange lately? Well, she had news for him. He was the one acting oddly.

Placing the phone back in the cradle, Sylvie decided to go downstairs and put a pot of coffee on before taking a shower. She started to grab her blouse, but changed her mind. Besides, she was home alone. It didn't matter if she didn't have a top on. No one would see her.

Humming a song, she made her way to the kitchen. As she walked into the room, a bouquet of bright-colored carnations on the kitchen table caught her eye.

"Oh, how lovely! It's been ages since I've had flowers. Jon must have... " She began reading the card that had been placed among the blooms.

To my mom. Thanks. Love from Greg.

Sylvie's hand went to her throat as she gasped in surprise. He really was wonderful, she thought. What other...

"Mom?"

She jumped and turned, then rushed over to hug her son. "Thank you so much for the flowers, Sweetie. They are just... I thought you were... out... " It was then they both realized that her bare breasts were pressing against his chest.

 

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Greg

The boy has been sitting, waiting expectantly for his mother to come downstairs as he wonders if he has gone over the top with the flowers. Finally he hears her in the hallway, whistling.

She seems okay. He thinks to himself as he listens to her enter the kitchen.

The whistling stops.

He waits.

No sound.

Has she read the note? Is she mad? Is she happy?

Unable to wait another moment, the boy gets up and strides into the kitchen.

"Mom?"

Instantly she has him in her arms.

"Thank you so much for the flowers, Sweetie. They are just... I thought you were... out... " His mother's voice trails off but he isn't listening as he feels her bare breasts pressing against own naked chest. Almost immediately, he feels another rock hard erection come on which quickly presses into her body.

"Greg..." He hear her whispers and then their mouths are moving together, touching lightly at first but quickly turning into a passionate liplock even as he feels her hand grip the back of his head, pressing his mouth onto hers.

Oh mom...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

The feel of her breasts against...

Greg's chest and his obvious arousal pressing against her belly sent all other thoughts flying. Sylvie wasn't sure if it was the flowers or the look in her son's eyes or the sound of his voice or the way they had touched each other earlier.

For a reason that she couldn't fathom, Sylvie just knew that she needed to pleasure Greg. Show him how much he meant to her. How wonderful he was. And how much she loved him. She didn't know why. And right now she didn't care.

Her fingers were on the back of his head, pulling him closer as his arms encircled her and his hands began to wander over the silky smooth skin of her back.

"Greg... " Sylvie murmured against her son's mouth as her lips parted in invitation. She guided his hands to the waistband of her shorts, encouraging him to lower them over her hips.

 

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Greg

Feeling her mouth open under his, he hungrily jams his tongue in even as he feels her hand put his on her shorts.

For a moment, even as their tongues now wrestle together, he is unsure what she wants to him to do. Then he feels her hand working in between their pressed bodies followed almost instantly by her shorts dropping on the floor. Then her hands are at work again and he soon finds his shorts are too at his feet.

Their mouths never parting, he steps out of them and is pulled by his mother until he is pressing her against the wall, their bodies pressing hard against each other. Their groins firmly meshed.

Mom!

As their kissing get even more frantic, even more demanding, he can feel the heat of her cunt against his throbbing erection. Only her knickers and his boxers keep their sexes from merging together as they push their loins together...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sylvie's hand shook as she reached...

between their bodies, placing her hand flat against his engorged shaft as it strained eagerly against the material of his boxers. Once more she was amazed that his penis was more than double the length of her entire hand and fully three fingers wider.

Desperate to touch his sex, Sylvie fumbled to free it from its confines even as she struggled against the wave of salaciousness that threatened to take her over the acceptable limits she had finally come to terms with. The cleft between her legs was like a hot pool and she cried out wantonly as her son's fingers pushed aside the gusset of her panties and into the wet needy place beyond.

"Not... here... " she gasped as his immense erection burst free. She wanted to be able to see the entire length of his manhood while she brought him to that final moment of release.

 

[Tibxo]

Greg

He watches her as his mother pulls away. Then taking his hand, she leads him back up the stairs and into her bedroom.

"So we won't be disturbed." His mother tells him, her voice deep as she turns the key in the door, locking them both.

Then taking his hand again, she leads him to the foot of the bed where she stands and faces him. There, with her eyes never his, she slowly pulls off her panties.

"Your turn." She says huskily as she kicks them to one side, revealing her naked sex to his gaze.

With trembling hands, he slowly starts to push his boxers down...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"Greg... " Sylvie's desire is audible in the husky tone of her voice...

but her son just stared at her. Despite what had passed between them before, this was the first time she had stood before him completely naked. His eyes devoured every curve and he longed to touch her, but something in Sylvie's look gave him pause.

Reaching out, her fingers trailed along the length of him. He was enormous and she couldn't help but compare his size to the lack of it in her husband. Drops of precum glistened on his purple glans, and she longed to... Did she dare? Don't think about it... Just do it, Sylvie. You know you want...

Not taking her eyes from his, she dropped to her knees and leaned forward to kiss the tip of Greg's cock, causing him to gasp aloud. Moaning softly, Sylvie's lips parted and the tip of her tongue flicked out, tasting the first honeyed drops of his desire.

She captured them with her lips before nuzzling downward, along the vein on the underside of his engorged penis. Licking. Nibbling. Nuzzling. Bolder, one hand delicately cupped his sac, the other ruffled through the mass of tight curls on his belly.

Kissing her way back up his length, Sylvie's tongue traced along his throbbing manhood. Teasing at the v-shaped notch. Flickering over the eye as she once more tasted of his nectar. He was so beautiful and she was dizzy with wanting.

Meeting his eyes, her hand circled his shaft at the base and her lips stretched to surround him. Unsure how much she would be able to take into her mouth, Sylvie moved lower, straining to engulf her son's hot distended flesh. Mesmerized, Greg reached down, brushing her hair back as his eyes feasted on the sight of his cock slowly disappearing into his mother's mouth.