The dark side of love

Note : This story is completely fictional!

Julia was lonely. Her world had been turned upside down when her teacher seduced her at the tender age of fourteen, leaving her with a lovely little boy and a confused fear of and lust for men. She had had a terrible crush on Mr. Arthur Blackwell, but at the same time he was like a father to her, instead of the one who had died years before, whom she could not remember. Her mother had long since left the house, a trophy wife for an old and powerful industrial magnate. So Julia had been brought up by a kindly but absent-minded uncle and his childless spouse.

She had to leave school after that incident (along with Mr. Blackwell, of course), and spent the rest of her teenage years being tutored at home. She had no gift for academic subjects, but was a good artist, and in this she occupied her time. She did not spend much time looking after her son, who was cared for mostly by hired nannies. At 18 she finally inherited her father's fortune and his vast house. Her total lack of business acumen meant that she had no responsibilities apart from her artwork. Her troubled adolescence meant that she developed few contacts and found few friends. No college for her, hence no possibility of getting a normal life, or a normal boyfriend.

Her fear of men was nevertheless coupled with a very high libido, aggravated by her early seduction. She would fantasize about men like Mr Blackwell, youthful looking with dark troubled gazes such as he had. Every night she masturbated in a frenzy. And, as her son grew older, and grew more and more into the spitting image of Mr Blackwell, soon 'little' Andrew crept into her lustful imaginations.

Mother and son never formed a close bond. Although she did nurse him for the first few months, she soon forgot about him, lost in her fantasies and her art. Thus as Andrew began his transformation into a gorgeous young man, she noticed him practically for the first time.

"Who is this beautiful boy?" she would ask herself, as if he had just walked into her life. She would gaze at him for long periods of time, seeing that dark brooding look in his gorgeous eyes, and she almost feared he could hear her heart pounding. Often he would pretend not to notice, for his own lust was awakening to her. Now a teenager at boarding school, he would come home to his 20-something mother, pretty and voluptuous, and a similar confusion reigned in his thoughts.

It happened on the night of his 18th birthday. Andrew had already celebrated with friends at school, and now at home he had only his mother's company on the night itself. She had a lovely dinner prepared, and for the first time offered him wine. She didn't plan to do anything to him; somehow it just happened.

She had a large appetite in any case, but the wine and her son's looks provoked it even more. As she devoured her steak, she couldn't help thinking about the youth across the table, and what kind of meat he had ready between his legs. Her breathing became labored, and her gaze burned into him. Of course he could sense it, and his own reaction under her lustful glare was to imagine those bountiful breasts, which he had sucked more than 18 years ago, freed once again for his eager lips to enjoy.

After dinner, she was well lubricated, and her lovely unlined face, which made her look ten years younger, was glowing with perspiration. She invited him to the next room, with a sly offer of whisky and cigarettes. "I bet you've already tried these before, naughty boy!" she said in the most outrageously flirtatious manner he had ever heard. As she poured it into the tumblers, bending over her sweat covered cleavage shone magnificently by the light of the fireplace behind her, and he sat there transfixed. She turned to look at him, and then he knew what would happen. Nothing needed to be said.

She clinked glasses with him, holding his gaze as she downed the shot in one eager gulp. Then she lit his cigarette, and leant over to light her own. As she did, she placed one hand high up on his thigh, and gripped gently. He froze, and his confused, lust-ridden terror registered in her intense regard, and she smiled at him.

Then she leant back, and asked him "Do you have any girlfriends?" knowing full well that at an all boys' school this was hardly likely. "No" he replied, his unease tempered by the alcohol, nicotine and his own desire. She giggled girlishly and said "How about boyfriends?”. At this he didn't reply, and she laughed at his nervousness (in fact, he did once play around with another boy, but despite his looks, the other boys found him too aloof to try him). "I think it's time you learnt something about girls" she said seriously, the last drink having finally taken away all her inhibitions. Again Andrew said nothing, but the enormous swelling in his pants told everything.

"First, how to kiss a girl", she announced with a pouting expression. She put out her cig, and removed his. She leant over and held his shoulders lightly, and touched her lips to his. He breathed sharply. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" she said, and giggled again. "Isn't this naughty?" Then she kissed him again more firmly, and as his lips opened she slid her tongue inside, and they played around like that for some time.

She drew back, and looked at him once more. There was that look in his eyes, Mr. Blackwell's look, a look combining pain, lust, sorrow, anger and pride. She lost control at that point, grabbing him fiercely, and thrusting her tongue into his rose-lipped mouth. 18 years of sexual deprivation were released upon her son like a flood. She fumbled at his shirt, tearing off a couple of buttons. Then she drew back a little to gaze on her son's young torso, slender but with the incipient musculature of manhood. She fell upon it, sucking and biting his nipples, and trailing her tongue over his smooth young chest.

Meanwhile his hands awoke to their duty and began to undo the clasps behind her back. He couldn't manage it, however, and she rose, with an amused grin on her face, and reached behind her to undo the clasps. The dress was removed, and her braless breasts bounced out. He had stared transfixed at her goddess-like beauty, naked now but for her tights and pants. His hands went up to those wide areolas, and those large, erect nipples. He squeezed and a few drops of milk spurted out. He felt around, to her smooth plump arms, and the sweat drenched unshaven armpits. He had only ever seen the shaven kind, and so his fingers lingered there in amazement. She saw the effect on him, and lifted her arms as he ran his fingers through the dark wet curls. "Didn't you know we had hair here too?" she said teasingly. Her strong musky odor wafted over him.

Then she lowered her arms and went after him. She pulled him forward, kissing him as she yanked his shirt off his shoulders. Now his own manly smells struck her nostrils, and she furiously kissed his chest, his arms, sucked the sweat from under them. Then she went for his neck, and bit it. He gasped, and she sucked. She laughed and said "There's something you can explain to your friends!" He put his arms about her full figure, feeling her smooth, sturdy back, then moving his hands down to her full waist, squeezing the abundant flesh. He would pause from his groping to feel her lustrous long dark hair, like strands of silk as her skin was like a velvet carpet.

Then she lifted her torso over his head, giving his soft lips access to her great bosom. He began to suck, flicking her great nipples with his tongue. She moaned in ecstasy, as her hair cascaded over his head and his face. He was lost in this womanly universe, a new kind of womb. The sweet milk now streamed into his mouth. His one hand groped each huge breast as he sucked on the other. The nipples stood up huge and erect and glistening. Her sweat covered his face.

She gently moved her knee into his crotch, and she shuddered as she felt his huge erection. She withdrew again, and with a teasing smile, the tip of her tongue sticking out provocatively, she swiftly undid his trousers, all the while holding his gaze. “Let’s see what a big boy you are now”. In seconds she had removed the trousers, and then slowly released his manhood from the final constraint of his briefs. She stared transfixed by his huge member, incongruously large against what was still a very youthful body. She continued to regard it with wonder, as her soft hands moved again over his chest, and up to fondle his beautiful head of hair, thick and silky like her own.

Then she slowly went down on him, taking in that vast tangy meat in her hungry salivating mouth. He gasped with pleasure like he’d never know before. She fondled his torso more vigorously now as she sucked and teased, tasting the salty-sweet secretions of her own offspring’s manhood. How smooth and firm and hairless was his young chest, except for a few strands around his small, hard nipples, which she pinched, and the faint trail of hair leading from his navel to that jungle around his enormous genitals. Thoughts of Mr. Blackwell’s similarly boyish body returned. How beautiful he had been! And now it was as if she enjoyed him again.

Finally she relented, and stood up to announce to Andrew that he could take off her tights now. He was now steady, his mother’s work having somehow calmed all his nerves. He was a man now, and proceeded to undress Julia as someone with ten times the experience. He pulled tights and panties together over her large and plentiful hips, down her plump dimpled thighs and her strong, faintly downy calves. As he removed them from her feet, he held each one and kissed the toes. He looked up again, and gazed at her divine, maternal, erotic voluptuousness. The soft round belly swelled over a thick triangular mound of pubic hair. He thought for a moment that this forest was where he entered the world, and now he was returning at last. The great child-bearing hips swelled out on both sides. Everything about swelled, while he was slim and tightly knit. She saw it too, and bent over to fondle his slender shoulders, and his slim but muscular arms.

Then she raised herself over him. Placing a knee on either side, she clasped his slender form in her sturdy well-fed thighs, and presented her own dripping genitals for his delectation. Like her armpits, her crotch was filled with thick wet curls, and the intense sweet smell, sharper than the other odor, filled his nostrils. She had full meaty lips, and as his tongue played around them, a clear viscous fluid began to trickle out of that gaping mouth of lust.

She moaned much more audibly now. His tongue tip now played with that curious bulge at the top of her vulva, revealing an unusually large clitoris, protruding like a tiny penis, a little manly stamen from that flower of womanly flesh. He flicked the tip against it, and shock waves coursed through her quivering body. It caused her to thrust her genitals into his face, and he was briefly suffocated. He held her hips and pushed back, proceeding then to eat her out more thoroughly. The little trickle of vaginal cum increased, and his beautiful face soon became sticky with it. Her first orgasm then struck her, and she grabbed his head and pushed back as a stream of cum splattered his chest. Then she let her quivering fleshy womanliness collapse onto the couch next to him.

She was momentarily helpless, and at that point he lost control and went at her. His throbbing member, with the hardest erection he ever had, was thrust into that gaping hole between her legs. She screamed as it filled every inch of her vagina the fat tip pressed against her cervix. His huge balls slapped her hairy ass as her legs lifted into the air. She placed either one on his shoulders, and he felt the weight and the soft down of her lower legs rub his skin. He was an animal now, mating with his own mother like some dumb beast who can’t tell one wet cunt from another. He pounded furiously at her, and she roared with delight. It wasn’t long before he emptied his huge load into her womb. The enormous prick then slid out, covered with their mixed cum, which also seeped out of her cunt. She waited a few moments, panting, then came forward and leant over her son’s softening prick to clean up that delicious mixture.

As his senses recovered, he started in confusion at what happened, and then he ran into the bathroom. He quickly showered, then emerging with a towel for a cover, he stood before her again. She lay for a while in her wet nakedness, and then laughed at his obvious distress. She quickly darted over and snatched his towel away. “God how you’ve shrunk!” she giggled, seeing his enormous cock reduced to a soft fat stump. He blushed so deeply she laughed out loud, and then quickly went past, her enormous tits swinging and bouncing, and her belly, butt and thighs jiggling, into the shower.

He went to bed, and she came in later with some mint tea. “Don’t worry, I’ve removed most of the evidence, and the staff knows better than to ask about the stains”, she smirked. He got up on his elbows and sipped the offered tea. “God how I love you, Andrew” she said. He didn’t know what to say. She lay down next to him and despite himself he soon fell asleep, lost in her soft maternal nakedness.