Delicious incest

Dishevelled was she when she opened the door...tresses loose, clothes flimsy.
She wasn't expecting me.

She asked me to come in.
I followed...eyes glued to her sensuous skin.
She was my friend's mother,
A lady blossomed,
A curvaceous sin.

As I waited, my eyes followed her every movement.
She was aware.
She caught me through her vision.

With my heart thudding...I tried to be evasive
When she silently sauntered towards me.
Holding my sweaty hands,
She guided me to her inner sanctum.
Where the sun filtered
But sin twinkled.

Gently laying me on the bed, blindfolding my eyes
She tied my hands to the bed post.
My heart had stopped dead.
the smell of lust hung thick in the air
I felt her...her presence watching me from distance.

Seconds passed in those throbbing undercurrents.
Till I felt her kneeling
Offering her clitoris to my unexpecting lips.

Confounded yet ignited, I took her swimmingly...
Gulping her muskiness.
Her muffled moans.
Her hunger...my thirst...it was maddening.

It was then she climbed my virile erection...slowly.
The first feel of flesh wrapped to my penis,
It was exhilarating.
She moved...so did I.

The sweet pain shooting through my head.
I lost it...within seconds.
She descended...untying me, cradling me to her bosom.
That was my first step towards delicious incest.