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The nightlife at the resort is in full swing. Families are enjoying the beach and restaurant area. There are public games as well. In a nearby bungalow, a woman named Elizabeth is standing alone. Moments ago she texted her husband to come over, but that will take a while.

It’s a wedding party. Her younger sister got married and the celebration is still ongoing with locals and other tourists. Most of her family is outside and it’s heartwarming to hear their laughter.

She opens a small vial and pours the exotic liquid into her mouth. When she swallows, her sex life will change forever. Does she feel uneasy about the liquid? Yes, but after 20 years of marriage it’s worth the risk.

Elizabeth gets undressed. In her luggage there’s a hidden surprise that she bought for her husband. Sheer panties. A sheer bra with an open cup that allows her pink nipples to be exposed. She wears the undergarments.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she’s like a porn star. A mid-40’s porn star with an average body and breasts that show signs of sagging. Her hair and makeup are done nicely. A far cry from her usual self.

The reality is that she’s a high school biology teacher. Her husband teaches mathematics at the same school. Their sex life is less than stellar, because after all, high school math and science teachers aren’t known for great sex.

But tonight will be different and seeing her sister madly in love brought a new spark within Elizabeth, which is why she took a chance on the potion. It’s somewhat of a local secret, so she heard.

Footsteps approach from outside and she hears someone coming to the unlocked door. Her heart races. It’s the big moment. With her nipples erect, poking bare through the open cup bra, she wonders which pose her husband would like best.

She decides to get on the bed, sitting upright. The footsteps enter the bungalow and she tries to look sexy. Her husband will be shocked, yet pleased, because she has never worn anything like this.

The footsteps come to the bedroom and she sees Matthew instead, not her husband. This is her only son. A 19 year old man, whom she had always shielded her sexuality from. Around the house she dresses in modest clothes. Matthew never saw anything of consequence.

Sitting there, frozen in shock, Matthew sees her pink nipples and the expensive undergarments. Elizabeth raises both hands, placing her palms on her breasts to protect her sexuality from her son’s vision.

“What are you doing here?” she asks.

He turns away, “Oh, god, sorry. Aunt Claire is looking for you. She sent me here because she wants you at the party.”

But it’s too late. The liquid. The potion. The substance she drank. It’s in her veins, blood, mind, and heart. Her body is changed.

Her sexual attention shifts. There’s no cure. No remedy. This treat — this gift — is meant for her husband. A way of giving herself completely. To open herself sexually to explore new things with the man she’s married to.

Never for her son.

“Wait, stay there,” she says.

Elizabeth stands, with her hands covering her breasts, and she goes to her luggage to cover her body with a thin robe.

She brisk walks to son when she’s ready.

“I didn’t see anything,” he lies. “I’ll wait outside. Let’s go to the party, okay?”

“Wait, you have to listen. I need to take a taxi somewhere. Can you come with me?”

“What’s wrong? Are you sick?”

She shakes her head. “No, I’m fine. Actually, I need something.”

“At this hour?”

“Do you remember that Shaman we met earlier today?”

Elizabeth cringes when she asks that question. She’s always been a believer in the mystics and the paranormal. Her son, on the other hand, has always been a skeptic. And her son was a skeptic earlier that day when their family stopped by the Shaman’s store.

She can tell by looking in Matthew’s eyes that he’s still skeptical over the whole thing. That she’s overreacting to something fake. But she can feel the changes in her body and mind. It’s subtle, but it’s there.

In all her years of motherhood, her love for Matthew was always maternal. Never a sexual love or anything wayward.

Now she looks at Matthew with new eyes. It makes her uncomfortable how handsome her son looks. The wetness between her legs — meant for her husband — now burns for her son. Her eyes drift down to admire her son’s body.

“Did you buy something from the Shaman?” he asks.

“A love potion.”

He cringes. “I’m assuming you drank it.”

“I did. It was for your father. Then you came along.”

“Mom, trust me, whatever you drank is probably nothing. It’s fake. The Shaman sells stuff to make people feel good.”

With all her heart, Elizabeth knows her son is wrong. Before this tempobet yeni giriş trip, she was told by her sister that the Shaman’s products are the real thing, and the key to a voracious sexual relationship.

All the proof Elizabeth needs is the yearning in her pussy and the fire in her heart. She loves her son more than anything. Now she wants to fuck him. To suck him off. Anything that would satisfy the intense craving she feels for him — and only him. To have Matthews cum in her mouth. To swallow every drop.

She needs to share this proof for the sake of her sanity. She knows it will make her feel good. As hard as she tries to fight these forbidden urges, she can’t.

Opening the robe is the hardest thing she’s done in years, though it makes her more aroused in the process. It’s even harder to let the robe fall to the floor. She keeps her hands down and allows Matthew to have a good look at her expensive undergarments and erect pink nipples.

“Does this look fake to you?” she asks. “My nipples are sore.”

She’s never been an exhibitionist but now she understands the appeal. It takes her son a few seconds to make sense of this, so she gives him time.

“What are you doing?”

“Something mothers aren’t supposed to,” she replies. “The potion I drank is supposed to make me crazy for the first man I see. Unfortunately, you came here before your father did.”

“You’re imagining things. There’s no way that’s real. Come on, put your clothes back on. Join the party. It’ll clear your head.”

She pulls the front of her panties to expose the inside material. In addition to showing her clean shaven crotch and hard clitoris, she also shows dampness on the fabric. Her pussy is drenched and her panties are soaking. It’s been that way since the moment she laid eyes on her son.

“It’s only getting worse.”

Matthew gulps. “Because of that potion? Because you’re looking at me?”

“Yes, because of you and the position. I don’t go around flashing my nipples and vagina, otherwise.”

“Now I’m getting worried. We better go see that Shaman and get this fixed. Come on, get dressed.”

When her son bends down to pick up the robe to cover her, Elizabeth has an immediate reaction. The close presence of her son tightens her pussy. She can smell her own aroma and she wonders if Matthew can smell it too.

She touches Matthew’s arm, stopping him from putting the robe over her body. Instead she prefers to let her nipples show. She prefers being scantily clad in front of her son. These are desires she never knew existed.

“There’s an easier way,” she says in a low breath.

“What is it?”

“Let me suck your cock.”

Inches apart, their eyes lock. Elizabeth sees her son’s jaw drop. She feels the air shift from her son’s gasp. She wants to gasp, too. She never talks like this, not even with her husband. Her language is always warm and at school it’s professional. Never vulgar.

Looking deep into her son’s eyes, there’s a glimmer of hope. She senses that although Matthew is conflicted, there’s a part of him that’s interested. However small, it exists. Because every man enjoys the sensation of getting his dick sucked. It’s a fact of nature.

“What’s gotten into you?” he asks.

The twisting sensation in her pussy returns and it feels like her clitoris is being squeezed. The mere sight of her son puts her in a frenzy. Not since her wedding day had she felt such butterflies in her stomach. But this goes beyond love and desire. This is control. Exactly as the Shaman explained.

“Matt, listen to me, you have to help me. Please, let me do this and I’ll be fine afterward. I promise.”

“How do you know?”

“The Shaman said these potions are temporary. The only relief is indulging what my body wants. You’re the first man I saw since drinking the potion, so this is the only option.”

“Mom, you don’t know if that’s true. We’re better off taking you to the hospital. It’s nearby. I’ll tell dad you have food poisoning.”

She reaches below and squeezes her son’s penis through the shorts. Semi-erect. The sight of her hard, pink nipples and her body in the undergarments made Matthew aroused, as she already knew. She squeezes the penis harder. Matthew’s body tenses. Elizabeth’s heart pounds and her mouth salivates.

“Close your eyes,” she says. “Close your eyes, okay? I don’t want you to look.”

Matthew stands frozen. “Are you really going to do this?”

“If you allow me.”

Her hand strokes the shaft through the shorts. Her son is fully erect from the touch of her fingers. The natural response of a male. Her son doesn’t fight. Instead, her son accepts that there is an emergency that makes it okay to violate the norms of a mother/son bond.

For a moment tempobet giriş she hesitates and thinks about her husband — the man she loves, the man she’s married to. Holding another man’s cock feels like a sin, even though the cock is her son’s. Is this cheating? Is this adultery? She tries to fight these unholy urges but struggles to move her hand away.

Then the epiphany hits her — or maybe it’s the effect of the potion — that her husband has read incest stories in the past. As a couple, they’ve watched porn together in an attempt to add spice to their dull sex lives. Sometimes hardcore porn on the internet, sometimes they’ve ordered mainstream porn on the television in hotel rooms.

Years ago, there were times when her husband tried to show her incest porn stories on the laptop. When she scoffed and brushed it aside, her husband would blush and pretend it was a joke. She knew this was her husband’s dark interest, a vice that men are allowed to have.

Now she slips her hand beneath Matthew’s shorts to touch the bare cock. It jerks in her hand. She thinks about how her husband would react to news of her committing incest with their son. She wonders if her husband would be offended or insanely aroused.

Perhaps this is the spice their marriage needs?

“I want to give you a blowjob,” she says. “From the feel of things, you might need this blowjob more than me.”

He smiles. “Your hand feels good.”

Elizabeth drops to her knees. She pulls the shorts down and is faced with her son’s penis. It’s erect and primed for a sucking. Not something a proper mother should ever see, but here she is with a salivating mouth.

She wraps her lips around it. Her son groans. The cock twitches. Her mouth salivates. Her pussy trembles.

The truth is, before this wedding-vacation, Elizabeth read different instructionals on how to give great oral sex. Her blowjobs were always mediocre and she never bothered to correct that until recently. Her husband never complained either.

An erotic interplay happens between Elizabeth and her son. There’s dominance and submission. Matthew standing tall, Elizabeth on her knees. She is controlling the pleasure, while he accepts. The power shifts. It’s the interplay between lovers. Between mother/son, at this moment.

The warm and wet sensation of her mouth gives a surreal bliss. Her tongue finds the sensitive nerve endings on Matthew’s shaft and around the crown, courtesy of her recent education on giving head. She flickers and strokes her tongue in the right places. Matthew groans and shivers.

Elizabeth bobs her head and she feels herself start to sweat. Her eyes look up at her son, seeing his handsome face makes her more aroused. Her pussy is leaking and her panties are drenched. Her heart pounds from the effects of giving a sensual blowjob to her dear son.

With her fingers holding her son’s thighs, she looks up at him, then takes it deeper and deeper. Before this trip, she considered doing this for her husband and she even practiced a few times with objects. Now she’s doing it for her son. The cock inches even deeper and she takes things slow.

“Mom, you don’t have to,” he says.

She doesn’t reply. Not with a cock lodged near her throat. She appreciates her son’s care for her well-being. Her son’s generosity only increases her arousal. Her desire to please. With another inch, the cock reaches the back of her mouth and her eyes water. She squeezes her son’s thighs to hold herself in place.

Her eyes water and she sees the concern on her son’s face. At the same time, she knows her son is enjoying the deepthroat.

This newfound passion was what’s missing from her sex life. She finds it with her son. If she concentrates on listening, she can hear the life of the party happening a short distance away. The wedding celebration is ongoing. She thinks of her sister and the rest of her big family. The front door is unlocked. Anyone could come inside and have an accidental view of debauchery.

She feels Matthew’s hands caressing her long hair.

“I’ve never been deepthroated,” he confesses. “I hate that I’m enjoying it this much. I feel like I’m taking advantage of you.”

She wants to reply, ‘This is my fault. My pussy hurts. Your cock is my only relief. I want it down my throat.’ But she refrains from speaking. It would only ruin the deepthroat and she’d have to start over again.

Instead she demonstrates with action what her emotions are. She bobs her head again. This time the crown of Matthew’s dick flirts with the back of her mouth, teasing her throat.

It’s her first face-fucking. Her son goes along with it and thrusts, careful not to hurt her. She focuses on the deepthroating techniques she’d read online, about breathing tempobet güvenilirmi properly through her nose and relaxing her throat. She gets off on being fucked in her mouth. She appreciates her son’s tenacity in her moment of desperate need.

Her throat relaxes and she feels her son’s tip inside. It’s a miracle she doesn’t gag. She wonders if this is the effect of the potion. Or maybe blowing her son makes her so aroused that her body is more prone to accepting sexual penetration.

“I’m going to cum if you keep going,” he says.

Those words ring in her ears like magic. A spell falls over her and she fucks her mouth harder with Matthew’s erection. She makes violent slurping noises and her saliva drips across her body and undergarments. She uses one hand to spread her dripping saliva across her nipples, wanting to feel the warm liquid on her erogenous zone.

With her open throat she takes her son deep. This potion is something special. The Shaman is the real deal. Elizabeth is transformed into the porn star she envisioned being tonight. Her mouth is fucked hard by the young man she birthed and raised and loves.

Life’s circle is complete when her son makes panting noises and announces a need to orgasm. Elizabeth pulls back and breathes deep, gasping for air. Her throat is free and her mouth feels empty. Saliva is everywhere.

She strokes the cock and her hand is covered in warm saliva. The shaft is hard as steel. The head is swollen. When cum shoots, she aims it towards her mouth. The first load strikes the top of her mouth and the smaller drops strike her lips and chin. She points the dick closer into her mouth and keeps stroking. She wants the rest on her tongue and down her throat. She wants to taste it.

Every drop is pumped. Her mouth has a pool. Tastes like his father, she thinks to herself. She looks Matthew in the eyes while she swallows, letting everything flow down her throat, the globs of cum sliding deep within her.

The gravity of the situation hits both of them. There’s shame and regret.

“Do you feel better?” he asks, with the sense that it’s an absurd question.

Elizabeth stands and turns away. Her head hangs down and she wipes her chin with the back of her hand. Sucking off your son has emotional consequences, she thinks. It takes a moment for these feelings to settle, but in the end, she knows she’ll never be the same.

The taste in her mouth will always be in her memory. The soreness of her throat is a revelation. She knows this is adultery. It’s the only time she’s ever cheated on her husband. The only time she’s touched another dick in all these years of marriage. She reminds herself of her husband’s fetish for incest literature.

Her son reaches for tissue on the bedside table and cleans himself. When the cock is tucked away, Elizabeth knows it’s time to confront the situation.

She makes herself smile and looks at him. “I think I’m okay. I can actually look at you without wanting to do terrible sex things.”

“That’s a start,” he says.

“How about you? Traumatized from getting a blowjob from your mother?”

He blushes. “The important thing is that we get to the party. Someone might come looking for us.”

“You’re right.”

They take a few moments to process the awkward situation. She hugs her son, thanking him for being mature about everything.

She steps back and removes her bra. It’s not meant to be sexual, it’s a normal act she does in front of her husband. Except her son isn’t used to this. She lets Matthew stare as she’s topless and searches for a normal bra to wear. God forbid anyone sees her nipples poking through her top.

Reaching into the closet she wears a white blouse. Then she puts on a skirt and checks herself in the mirror. She looks good, nothing like the nymphomaniac she was a few minutes ago. Now she’s normal Elizabeth, the biology teacher who’s here on vacation.

They walk on the beach with their arms locked. When she finds her sister they make small talk. Her sister, the bride, is so happy. Elizabeth kisses her sister on the cheek, a normal act that she’s done thousands of times. Only this time there are ramifications.

When her sister is taken aback, she wonders if her sister had smelled the faint aroma of cum. There’s a fleeting moment of suspicion in her sister’s eyes. It’s a close call, but her sister dismisses the idea and they return to laughter and small talk.

Later she finds her husband at the party, who wonders where she was. Her husband hadn’t checked his phone.

“You’ll never guess what I’ve been doing,” she says.

Elizabeth brings her lips to her husband’s ear and proceeds to explain everything. In beautiful whispers, she explains the undergarments, the potion, their son, the sloppy deepthroat blowjob.

When she steps back, she gauges her husband’s reaction. Just as she thought. The rest of the night will be filled with passionate sex.

The End

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