Solace - S01 E21

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Solace - S01 E21

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 21

Kevin Shows Shows his mother he loves her the best way he knows how: fucking her holes as hard as he can..

As soon as I was outside her door I could hear Mom crying. I knocked on it, but didn’t get a response. Maybe she just didn’t hear me. I stood there awkwardly for a moment, then tried the knob. To my surprise, Mom had not locked the door on her way in. Gently, I pushed it open and peered inside. My mother was lying on the bed curled up in the fetal position. Tears ran down her face, and the raw sobbing was even more obvious. As I poked my head in Mom looked up at me through red-rimmed eyes. The deep, harrowing sorrow in them staggered me like a physical blow.

I tried to convey concern and acceptance as I walked in, but truth be told it was all I could do not to run in, scoop my mother up in my arms, and shower her with kisses until she felt better. Honestly that’s probably what I should have done, but I still didn’t know exactly how this situation would play out. I walked slowly across the room, and sat down at the edge of Mom’s bed. She stared at me the entire way. I was relieved when she scooted slightly to make room for me. Reaching out I patted her on the arm and gave her what I hoped was a supportive smile.

“Listen, Mom…” I started. But that was as far as I got. Like a wind-up toy finally let loose, Mom chose that moment to spring into action. My head spun as she pounced on me, her entire weight throwing me onto her bed and her mouth covering mine. We’d kissed before, as you well know, but even for her this kiss was filled with a desperate, needy energy. She was sitting on my abdomen keeping me glued to the bed, and her hands were on my wrists pinning me down. I didn’t mind. As soon as Mom’s lips met mine I reciprocated her affections. I leaned up, hungry for her mouth, massaging her lips with my own and trading spit as we worked our tongues in and out of each other’s mouths.

Mom slid her pelvis down and began grinding herself onto my dick. This was not a slow, romantic teasing. All the reservation we had maintained in our activities together, the sense of decorum, of lines not to be crossed, was gone. Her hips were working overtime and her movements were desperate and sharp. Her kisses were equally violent. Soon they devolved even further. Tears still rolling down her cheeks Mom was reduced to licking me. It started with just my tongue and lips, but soon she was running her soft wet tongue over my entire face and neck. Not satisfied with this, she took both of my wrists with one hand and with the other grabbed my shirt. With a savage yank she tore it open, my buttons going flying as she demonstrated a strength I didn’t know she had.

My chest now exposed she moved her mouth lower. She licked my collarbones and shoulders, planted her lips between my pectoral muscles before licking down and washing my abs with her spit. Bringing her head back up she licked each of my nipples several times, before clamping her mouth down on the right one and suckling it as if I were anatomically equipped to produce milk. The whole time she never stopped grinding her crotch into mine. Tears flowed from her eyes, but the only sounds she made were pants, grunts, and gasps. It was beyond simply vulgar; my mother had gone completely feral.

I could only lay there shocked through all this. I thought I’d seen my mother at her most desperate and depraved already. I was wrong. The deep, savage hunger guiding her made her seem something less than human as she held me down, licked me, and wept. The more she did it the more frantic she became, until an epiphany hit me like a freight train: Mom was worried this was all one sided.

I was reminded of what my sister had said after she found out about Mom’s and my relationship, “it’s like somehow I’m losing you to her.” This was how my mother felt right now, faced with what she had caught my sister and me doing. She thought she was on the verge of losing me, and didn’t know how to cope with that. As long as she held me down and kept me from talking, I couldn’t reject her. Yet. But she believed that it was coming. That this was her last chance with me. She needed me to show her I loved her, wanted her, needed her.

I knew what I had to do.