Convince her
From Torg Adventure
You continue holding her against the shower wall, as you run your fingers across her weeping sex.
Although a mixture of shower water and cum gave the whole front of her body a slippery shine, you could feel her own natural lubricants under your finger also.
"Incest isn't as risky as most people believe mom. If we had a baby together, I'm sure it would be beautiful."
She turns her face away from you so she doesn't have to meet your gaze, and she looks desperately around the shower for a reason to leave.
"Please, let me go! This doesn't feel right."
She struggles weakly against the arms that still pin her to the wall.
Your mom only intended to suck you off. After all, that's all your father had asked her to do. With him gone, and you taking his heavy burden, she had thought it was only fair that she treat you the same way.
Years of sexless marriage, where foreplay was the most she had been asked for, left your mom with a strange view of sex. Blowjobs were just play, an easy way to make her man happy. The idea that you might want more had caught your mom completely by surprise.
You couldn't guess what your mom was thinking when she came to you - her own son - in the shower. You just knew there was a naked female body pressing into yours, and you wanted in. Animal instincts had taken over.
Using only one finger now, you slide it across the lubricated folds of your mother's pussy, teasing her sex till you feel her quiver beneath your touch.
You gently place your thumb over her clit, and start rubbing it in slow wet circles. You feel her struggle again for a moment, then her resistance melts.
"John," she whispers, her eyes flickering shut. "What if one of the girls see? I don't want them to think I'm..."
"Mom, stop worrying. You said you wanted to take care of me. Well, this is the way to do it. I need this, mom."
You take hold of her chin and turn her head so she's facing you. Her eyes open to look at you, and you see how nervous she is.
"I need this," you say, leaning in to kiss her again. This time she doesn't push you away, and as your thumb continues to dance over her clit, she seems to relax.
When you eventually break the kiss, she still looks worried, but she has a new determination.
"A happy man is an effective man. That's what your father used to say," you says weakly.
Some more convincing, or straight to business?
