Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Out Of Control:(Incest/Taboo)>Ep85

Still, he was reluctant to step away. Once Austin got in a rhythm, it was easier to go, go, go until it was all finished. Breaking his pace felt like climbing out of a warm pool into shockingly frigid air. Like waking from a wonderful dream to a small, lonely bed.

Austin carefully put his knife down. He honestly had no idea who had come to see him. Maybe one of his shit-head roommates had locked themselves out of the apartment again.

"I'll be right back," he told Luis. He didn't want the line cook reporting back to Chef Paul that he'd been shirking his duties.

Austin walked through the kitchen, dancing around the other workers all engaged in equally menial but necessary tasks. He pushed through the back screen door. It had rained out while he'd been inside, though he hadn't noticed when. Everything was slick and dark despite the fact it was mid-day. Austin looked up and saw who was waiting for him. He smiled, the grin overtaking his face.

Christine was standing by the dumpster, looking like a dream. She had on a long, navy dress and stockings. She was wearing high heels and sunglasses. Her straight hair shot golden out to just below her chin. She waved, shyly.

Austin practically skipped over and hugged his Mom before she could say hello. He knew he missed her, he thought about her all the time, but he hadn't realized how much until she was there. He took in a deep breath, let the scent of her perfume waft over him. She felt so small, yet still so strong, in his arms.

"I missed you," he said. The words burbling over.

"Me too," Christine said. "I had a little break between patients at work and I thought I'd come see you. I don't suppose we could grab lunch?"

Austin glanced back at the kitchen. He wanted to say yes so badly.

"You're busy," Christine said, "Of course you are."

"I'm sorry, Mom."

No, I'm

of prep. I shouldn't even be out here right now. We get a little break before service. I'd be free in, like, a couple of hours?" "No, that's OK," Christine said, "I have to be home by then. Making dinner." She laughed a

I'm glad you came to see me,"

to kiss her son. She kissed his cheek. His lips. They melted into each other. Both gasping at the strength, the overwhelming shock,

out and turned

let it show. She broke the kiss and started to slide downward. She traced her son's chest.

dress dipped into the wet ground. She took off her sunglasses and tucked them into her front, casual as anything. Then Christine reached up and undid Austin's pants. Just the top button and the zipper. She pulled out his

It was so hot, seeing his Mom's mouth wrapped around his cock -- the proper, powerful woman submitting

head the same way she did everything: with unified purpose and skill. What's more, Austin had been too tired from work to work himself these last few weeks, let alone

her son's shaft. She wrapped her fist around the base and stroked along with her sucks. Austin's knees went week. He put his hands on his mother's head. The dominant woman softened, letting her son slowly

her body. He tried to be gentle. Respectful of the power she'd granted him. Yet the pleasure of it all was all too much. His mother choked and gasped as his cock plunged forward.

mouth, baby," Christine said. Austin's climax raced through him. Christine stroked his leg lovingly as his body bucked.

prick one last, loving lick. Then she carefully tucked his penis back into his pants and zipped him up. Like she used to when he was a little boy. She stood up. Austin, still coming down from his cum, took in the

the gravel ground and her dress was sodden along the hem. Her perfectly straight hair hung askew. Christine looked like a woman who'd sucked a

running out for lunch," Christine said and giggled. She leaned over and gave Austin a kiss on the cheek. He could smell

get back to work, mister," Christine

His things were right where he left them.