As Chapel slipped out the boy was bending over his mother’s bed.
Just before the nurse closed the door she whispered “She won’t wake up for hours with the drugs she is on.”
Lance did not notice that she closed the door and hung a clothes hanger on the knob. This was a secret sign to the other nurses not to disturb the patient.
Lance brushed the hair away from his mother’s pale face. She looked so angelic he leaned over and kissed her open mouth.
He licked and nibbled at her lips and ran his tongue over her teeth. Growing bolder he slid his hand under the blanket and over the thin gown.
In the fog of her drug-filled mind, his mother responded by pursing her lips and her nipples hardened.
As Lance continued to kiss his mother’s mouth, his hand found its way under her gown. Her small perky breasts were so different from the well-endowed nurse.
Moving his mouth down his mother’s neck he laid soft kisses and licks on every inch. His right hand lightly pinching and rolling her turgid nipples, one at a time.
Unnoticed by the horny boy, the woman began to get her color back. It started at her lips and spread to her cheeks and down her throat, her pale nipples blushing rose again like when she was in her 20s.
Lance had his mother’s rubbery nipple in his mouth once again. How he wished milk would flow from them into his mouth again.
His hand bravely slid towards her neatly trimmed pussy mound.
Heat radiated from the womb he had passed through over 18 years before.
His mother’s head was nodding almost imperceptibly as he slipped his finger into her damp folds.
Guided only by stories he had read on the net, he found the hard button of her clit. Lance began to write the ABCs in capital letters with his mother’s natural lubricant.
Charlotte was dreaming that naughty dream she had sometimes about her little boy.
She knew it was shameful and would never admit how much it had turned her on to breastfeed. She let him nurse until he was 3 years old even when people had tried to shame her for it. Her husband had drunk from her body for another 2 years.
She had wanted more children but never had gotten pregnant, not from lack of trying, mind you.
When her Bill passed on, she had to almost tied herself to the bed to keep from seducing her son.
Lance looked so much like his Dad, in her dreams they became one and the same.
Lance had two fingers pumping in and out of his mother’s dripping pussy now. He was switching back and forth from one nipple to the other.
His mother’s body tensed and she gasped, her cunt clenching hard at his fingers.
Lance looked at his mother. She was breathing faster and a light sheen of sweat covered her face.
“I think she just had an orgasm” he thought to himself.
Redoubling his efforts, he began pulling his fingers out over her clit, and back over it on the way back into her.
He clamped his mouth on her nipple again and sucked hard. A spark of sweet liquid coated his tongue.
Lance backed up and smacked his lips, it was breast milk!
Like a starving man he dove back in, pumping his fingers like an out of control machine.
His mother began to tense up again, her breathing getting even faster. Again all her muscles clenched, and a little bit of sweetness squirted into his mouth.
His cock was so hard it was starting to hurt. He unzipped his fly again. He then positioned his mother’s hand where he could rub against her palm.
As he began to suckle on her other breast, he felt her hand close around his cock. Unable to help himself, he began stroking himself in and out of her grasp.
The spell was beginning to heal Charlotte’s body. Lance had no idea that his face had already cleared up from its acne, even the scars were gone.
The damage to her kidneys washed away. In the accelerated healing, her body was chewing through the drugs that were keeping her asleep.
The blockage that had clogged up both of her Fallopian Tubes cleared away. An egg exited from each at the same time.
In her dream, she felt her dear son’s hands and mouth on her. As her mind began to clear the fog of the drugs away she understood that this was not a dream or, at least, a dream come true.
An orgasm crashed over her causing her to arch her body a little off the bed. Charlotte began to realize her son’s cock was truly in her hand.
She squeezed it tight, she drew in her breath and said in a low voice. “Yes, that’s it, just like that.”
Lance froze for a moment, unsure how to proceed. His mother began to move her hand up and down on his penis.
She said “Don’t stop now, I’m so close!” with a renewed frenzy he began rubbing at his mother’s clit and switched back to her right breast.
In a moment he was rewarded with another small taste of milk.
The feeling of milk leaving her breast caused a tremendous orgasm to crash over Charlotte.
She writhed as if she was being electrified, when she came back down she said.
“Please, for the love of God! I need you in me! Get out of those clothes my beautiful boy, Mommy needs you inside her!”
She spread her legs, pushing the covers down, exposing herself completely to the boy’s gaze.
Without saying a word, Lance pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it away. He then kicked his shoes off and dropped his pants and underwear.
His mother pulled on his arms together up on the bed begging for her son to mount her.
“Please.” she whispered “I need it so badly!”
She reached down and brought his penis up to the opening from which he had started life. She guided him in between her wetness and, with his pre-cum, he slid all the way into her steaming pussy.
The incestuous act complete, Charlotte hooked her ankles around her son’s back. Desperately she started moving her pelvis up for the perfect alignment.
“Now take me son, it’s been so long, I’ve wanted you for so long!”
Unable to resist, Lance slid slowly out and back in. Gentle at first, but faster as his mother demanded more. The slapping sound filled the tiny room while his mother clawed and scratched at his back.
They kissed like teenage lovers, as if they were going to swallow each other whole.
When milk dribbled from Charlotte’s nipples, Lance would dip his head down to lap it up off of her.
“Yes!” she said “Just like that, don’t stop!” She whisper screamed. Her clit was being crushed between them.
The steady pounding from the teenage boy gave a roughness that she had been dreaming of for years.
While her husband was a good man, he’d always fucked her like she was going to break. Always too easy like a china doll.
Now she growled in her son’s ear. “Fuck me like you hate me, if you really love me now! Smash me into a puddle in this bed, break Mommy’s pussy!”
He was slamming in and out of her, his fingers digging into her back and shoulders.
His mother flexed up to meet his every slam. She could feel the tip of his cock pounding against her cervical head.
“Yes! Give it to me! Fuck me like a dirty whore baby!” she gasped, she could tell the boy was close and her own orgasm was unstoppable.
“Now! She said “Now my little boy, come inside your Mommy. Do it now!”
The pair came at the same time, incestuous sperm flowing up into his mother’s womb.