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Parental Discretion is Advised

By: Eroscott



An erotic incest fantasy by E. R. O. Scot

Remember folks, don't try this at home. I'm a professional writer and this is just a fantasy. Of course, if you have reason to believe you can actually make it into a reality and aren't merely living in a fantasy world, then, by all means, go for it ... and good luck. ;-) 

Chapter 1. 

John and Karen Cummings were relaxing by their pool. It was summer in River City and it was hot, as usual. John and Karen had already splashed and swam a bit and were now sitting under a large pool-side sun shade, watching their two college-aged children still fooling around in the water.

Kevin, their twenty-year-old son, six feet, one inch of lean, tan young male body was in the process of picking up his sister, Michelle, after which he threw her bodily into the pool with much squealing and kicking of feet on her part. She had just gotten out of the pool and dried off. Kevin then dived in over the top of her. 

Michelle was eighteen. She was also lean at 115 pounds and five feet, six inches tall. She was also as tan as her brother. She had squealed and kicked her feet when Kevin picked her up, but she was having as much fun as he was.

Michelle swam to the far edge of the pool and hoisted herself out of the water and her parents were able to fully see their daughter's womanly attributes as she stood with her back to them, wringing out her long, brown hair, with natural blonde streaks from the sun. The red bikini she wore was tiny, showing most of her ass. Her firm buttocks and womanly hips narrowed into a tiny waist. Her back was long and lean and supple. She turned around and John and Karen could see that the front of her bikini barely covered her vulva and the two bits of triangular cloth of the bikini top couldn't begin to cover all of her full breasts ... nor did they hide the fact that her nipples were hard.

Karen cut her eyes to her husband's face. He was wearing dark sunglasses, as was she, and he was holding his head at a slight down angle and to one side. It wouldn't look like he was staring at his daughter, but he was. Karen could see through the side of his sunglasses and could see he was looking up and directly at Michelle.

"She's hot, isn't she?" Karen said quietly.

John started a little. "What?" he asked as he turned his head towards his wife.

"Oh please, John, you were totally checking out our daughter. And I can't say I blame you. She's a real hottie."

John grinned, slightly abashed that he had been caught. "Yeah, well I think I've seen you checking Kevin out ... right?"

"But of course I have, John. I may be his mother but I can recognize a hunk when I see one. Besides he reminds me of you at that age. In fact," she continued, "you've still got it, you know. You're still a hunk, too."

And Karen meant it. At age forty-three John had kept his body in good shape. He was tall, like Kevin, both just over six feet, and lean and tan. He had light brown hair and brown eyes, whereas Kevin, like his mother, had dark blonde hair and blue eyes. Michelle had inherited John hair color, or nearly so, and brown eyes also.

But then, Karen was no slouch either. She was a very attractive forty-two-year-old that still turned a lot of heads, even among her children's male friends. She and John had put their family on a paleo diet a few years ago. No grains, no sugar, no polyunsaturated oils, very few potatoes. They ate a lot of fresh mixed salads, various sautéed vegetables, nuts, seeds, some fruit, and meat, along with healthy, natural saturated fats. They had found out that it was hard to get fat by eating fat, but easy to get fat by eating carbs. Plus they had given up miles of jogging for interval training, long walks, and a just a couple of intense resistance exercise sessions per week. John and Karen's bodies were in better shape than ever before and they felt strong, healthy, and full of life.

John leaned over to give his wife a quick kiss on the lips. "Flattery like that will get you fucked and fucked hard my equally hot and beautiful wife."

"Ooo, baby! Right here in front of the children," Karen said with a wicked smile.

Then she realized that her body reacted sexually to the image of her and John having sex, right here beside the pool, with their son and daughter watching. She felt it between her legs. And why not, she thought. She and John belonged to a swingers' club. They fucked in front of other people on a regular basis ... but never in front of their children, of course. Her natural libidinous mind wondered how she would react to fucking in front of Kevin and Michelle ... and how they would react. Probably not good, she decided. Still, the thought intrigued her.

Both Kevin and Michelle knew that their parents were swingers. John and Karen had taken the time to carefully explain their life-style to their children and why it worked for them. They also had long talks with them about sex and sexuality, as well as the benefits and pitfalls of sex and emotional entanglements. They were very open but not pushy about this information and about themselves. The three most important rules they hoped they had instilled in their children when it came to sex were: consenting adults only, no unwanted pregnancies, and no sexually transmissible diseases—all things that could be easily contended with in this day and age, with a little logic and foresight. After that, pretty much anything went.

John and Karen also reinforced the need to be discreet and not tell their friends, or anyone for that matter, about their parents' swinging life-style; that many people, most in fact, would find it to be immoral and may want to declare them to be unfit parents and take Kevin and Michelle away from them. Of course, now that their children were both legal adults, that wasn't a concern any more. 

They also explained why they believed their sexual behavior to be moral conduct according to their standards. First, sex wasn't dirty, filthy, nasty, or obscene ... except for rape and child molesting. Second, their swinging didn't harm other people, in fact there were a whole lot of people just like them. Third, sex wasn't sacred and only able to be enjoyed by one man and one woman who were married. Of course, a couple, married or not, who wanted to be sexually exclusive was fine too. Fourth, it was their right as adults to be swingers. It was nobodies' business but their own what they did sexually with other consenting adults. And fifth, they found swinging to be a whole lot of fun and they enjoyed it together. 

They didn't need to point out that they had been married for twenty-one years and were still in love with and devoted to each other. John and Karen were prepared to defend their sexual life choice, if need be, from anyone who might confront them about it, but so far it hadn't been necessary. Evidently Kevin and Michelle, for whatever reason, never talk about their parents alternative sex life with their friends. 

John and Karen had met in college. There had been an instant attraction between them. They were both highly sexual people and were smart enough to admit it to each other. They had talked about sex and relationships for hours, before, during, and after fucking each other's brains out. It was John who had suggest joining a swingers' group and Karen agreed immediately, wanting to experience all kinds of sex with all kinds of people, while still having a special man—home base, more or less—in her life. John felt exactly the same way. That was twenty-four years ago and their relationship was still strong, and loving, and affectionate. They enjoyed a lot of sex with each other and a lot of sex with a lot of other people and that wasn't about to change. 

Besides being swingers, John and Karen were "clothing optional" people. Nudity was not an issue in their household, unless there were guests, of course. They also went to various known nude beaches from time-to-time. For a few years, while Kevin and Michelle were in their early teens, they had resisted their parents nudity. That stage had passed. Still, nudity in the house was less frequent than it had been a few years ago, but it didn't shock or disgust the kids anymore to see one or both of their parents naked in their bedroom with the door open or, once in a while in some other part of the house. 

In fact, both Kevin and Michelle joined their parents, on occasion, either in the hot tub or the pool, sans clothing, but only at night, with the yard lights off. There were other two story houses close enough to look down into their yard and the Cummings didn't want any neighbor calling the police about people running around naked in their back yard. That's why, in the day time, swimming suits—even minuscule ones like what both Karen and Michelle were wearing—were the rule. American men, of course, have an aversion to showing their legs above the knees and John and Kevin were no exception. Their swimming attire covered their thighs completely.

John laughed at his wife's words. "No silly. Of course not right here in front of the children."

Karen decided to be mischievous. "Why not, John? We fuck in front of lots of other people."

John's mouth dropped open and he stared at his wife. "What are you suggesting?"

"Later," she whispered. Both Michelle and Kevin had gotten out of the pool, toweled off, and were heading towards their parents.

"Feed me," Kevin said. "My stomach says it's time to order a nice big pizza ... with everything on it."

"Oh yuck!" Michelle said. "I just want sausage and pepperoni."

While the Cummings ate a "paleo" diet, once a month they had a "cheat" meal, usually pizza.

John got up out of the lounge chair and held his hand out to Karen as she got up too. He smiled at his kids. Kevin always wanted "everything" on his pizza. Michelle always wanted just sausage and pepperoni. Karen liked the "everything" on it pizza and he, most of the time, liked the sausage and pepperoni, but was know to have a slice of the other.

"You know the drill, guys" he said. "We always order two pizzas."

Kevin grinned at his father. "Yeah, I know, but I just like to hear Michelle say 'oh yuck.'"

Michelle punch her brother on the upper arm. "Yeah, you're a creep." Her punch was more like a love tap. She wasn't trying to hurt him.

Kevin grabbed his sister from behind as she turned away and wrapped his arms around her, pinning her arms to her sides. He gave her a big hug, almost squeezing her tits out of the tiny bikini top. "But you still love me, don't you little sister?"

Karen gave John a look. It seemed like their son, whose head was bent down on the other side of Michelle's, was intentionally staring down at his sister's boobs. John gave his wife a quick look of raised eyebrows.

"Let go of me, creep!" Michelle said, as she twisted her torso back and forth in her brothers strong arms, further risking the complete escape of one or both of her full breasts out of her bikini top, but she had a smile on her face. 

When Kevin released her, Michelle turned around and gave her brother a quick, hard shove with both hands against his chest. He was standing at the edge of the pool and he went over backwards, taking his towel with him, which was around his neck.

"Hey!" was all Kevin could say before he hit the water with a big splash.

Michelle turned and ran for the house, laughing as she went.

Chapter 2.

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh yes, John!" Karen cried out. She was lying on her back with her legs wide apart and straight up. John was pounding his thick cock fast and furiously in and out of her wet pussy.

"I told you that flattery would get you fucked and fucked hard," he said in a panting voice. He was supporting his weight on his forearms, which were on either side of Karen's body. This allowed him to lever his hips—and, therefore, his cock—back and forth both quickly and deeply.

"Oh baby, I love how you fuck me!" Karen replied, also panting. 

"Oh yes, John! I'm going to come!," Karen squealed and then her body shook and her hips thrust rapidly against John's pounding cock as a wonderfully intense orgasm swept through her.

John didn't slow down. He knew Karen. He kept pounding away for several seconds, feeling his own impending orgasm coming closer. Karen squealed and grunted and wrapped her arms and legs around her husband as a second orgasm took her. And then John was also grunting and calling out to his wife as his cock began shooting his thick hot cum deep inside her grasping pussy.

"I love you Karen. I love you. I love you. I love you." He kept repeating ... because he did love her and he loved making love with her. 

Karen loved it when John told her that he loved her at the climax of their love-making. "I love you too, John. I love you so much," she said softly into his ear.

They had stopped moving and their orgasms were fading away in every smaller pulses of pleasure. They kissed several times before John slowly pulled his cock out of his wife's cum-flooded pussy and heaved himself over onto his back next to her.

"Do you think we'll ever get tired of this?" he asked.

"God, I hope not!" Karen said as she reached for the small towel she had set on her night stand earlier. 

She pressed the folded towel between her legs firmly up against her vagina They hadn't had sex since last night and John's first ejaculation of the day was usually a big one. And while she could have asked him to "lick the platter clean," which he would have willingly done, she felt like talking. She had something she wanted to run by her husband and see what he thought of it.

"With me, or with our swinging group?" he asked. 

"Both."

"I'm with you, babe. I don't ever want to get tired of fucking you or all those other women. Although, I can imagine a time, in the way distant future, where we might not be swingers anymore." He laughed. "Can you imagine at age ninety, or even eighty, belonging to a swingers' group? 

"Not really," Karen said. "But that's a long way off and, in any case, however old we get, we'll still have each other ... even if we can't fuck. Although, I think somehow we'll find a way, no matter how old we get."

John turned onto his side and pulled Karen close to him and kissed her. "Have I told you lately that I love you?"

Karen laughed. "Yeah, babe, you have, thanks. And I love you too."

It was ten o'clock and Kevin and Michelle had gone out, separately, with friends. They were expected back by midnight, but that wasn't a hard and fast rule. Since they were not in the house, Karen hadn't felt any inhibition about making noise while she and John were fucking, not that the kids hadn't heard her before in the throes of really good sex.

John lay back on the bed and they were both quiet for a while, relaxing, enjoying the afterglow of their sex and being next to each other.

"So John," Karen said eventually. "Remember this afternoon, when I caught you lusting after our daughter ... ."

"Whoa, wait a minute now," John protested.

"Hush," Karen continued. "Let me finish what I want to say, then you can tell me what you think."

"Okay," John said, as he relaxed back on the bed.

"All right, so you were checking out our hot babe of a daughter and I caught you and then you said that you had seen me checking out our hot hunk of a son and I agreed."

Karen paused, not knowing how her husband was going to take what she had to say next. "I've given this a lot of thought and, well ... John, I'm going to seduce Kevin." Now her heart was pounding hard in her chest.

"What?" John shot straight up into a sitting position and turned towards Karen. "But Karen, he's your son."

"Yeah? What's your point?"

John looked at his wife. She had that mother knows best, slightly mischievous look on her face. "Uh, that's called incest." He raised his eyebrows as he said that, as though he was saying how obvious could it be.

"Okay. What's your problem with incest?" Karen asked.

"Well, for one thing it's against the law." John gave Karen a smirk as if he had scored a major point.

"Well, in some places swinging is against the law and that doesn't stop you," Karen answered. "And, of course, I'm bi-sexual and that's illegal in many places. And I'm sure, even in this progressive state there are still laws on the book regarding adultery, a.k.a., having sex with someone not your spouse. And what else? Oh yes, there are sodomy laws. You know, oral and anal sex. You can be arrested for that in certain states."

"Okay, okay. But Karen, incest, really. You want to fuck Kevin?"

"Actually, the idea excites me. Yes, I think I would very much like to fuck Kevin. How about you and Michelle? Tell me, if she were willing, wouldn't you like to get your big, beautiful cock in her tight little pussy. Be honest now, John. Think about it, don't just react."

John looked at his wife without saying anything for a couple of moments, then he smiled. "Okay. Honestly, I have to say that I've thought to myself, if only she wasn't my daughter ... ."

Why should that stop you?" Karen asked. "Assuming, of course, that she would want to. I mean you are both adults, right. And part of the credo with our swingers' group is 'consenting adults,' right? Besides, you already put up with incest."

"What? How?"

"Well not directly," Karen smiled sweetly. "But you allow it to happen right under your nose. How many times have you gone down on one of the Koenig twins, or let them suck your cock, or fucked them, either in the pussy or the ass? 

John's mouth dropped open. The Koenig twins. Female identical twins, mid-twenties, pale blonde hair, pale blue eyes, tall, leggy, beautiful and they were bi-sexual. But more, they were also lovers. And everyone in their group not only accepted this, but applauded it. It never seemed to get old to watch the twins making love to each other. In fact, it seemed to get other group member even more turned on, including John.

"Yeah but ... ." John paused.

"But what, John? It's incest and you accept it. If it's okay for them, why isn't it okay for us. I mean, if we wanted to, if Kevin would agree to it, and Michelle. Consenting adults, right."

"Yeah," John said slowly.

"Of course, dear, if you don't think of Michelle in a sexual way ... if you can't think of your little girl in a sexual way, why then, of course, you wouldn't want to have sex with her, right?

"So, John, answer this. If, a big if I know, but if Michelle wanted to have sex with you and you knew that I would not have a problem with it, which I wouldn't. In fact, I would encourage it. Then, would you have sex with your daughter?"

"Whew! Well, my horny, obviously over-sexed darling, when you put it that way, then ... yes, yes I would. But that's not very likely now, is it?"

"I don't know, John. My focus right now is to seduce Kevin and fuck his young brains out. That is, if you don't mind me seducing our son and leading him into an incestuous relationship."

"Well ... no, Karen, since you've pointed out the logic of your position to me—and I accept that logic—then, no, I don't mind," John said with just a hint of sarcasm. But then he looked at her seriously. "In fact, now that you've brought the subject up, the possibility of you seducing Kevin, which probably isn't as remote of an endeavor as Michelle wanting me to make love to her, the thought of our son fucking his mother, kind of excites me."

"So I see," said Karen, as she grabbed her husband's nearly fully erect penis. "Or is it the thought of maybe getting Michelle into the sack that has you aroused again?"

"That too," John grinned. "And, by the way, I expect you to tell me all about it ... if you're successful."

"But, of course, my love," Karen said.

"You also realize, if you are successful, there would be no reason why the three of us couldn't have sex together. And I know how much you like taking on two men at once."


Parental Discretion is Advised



Karen's heart skipped a beat. Then she chuckled. "Actually, John, I hadn't thought that far ahead, but you're right, of course. If I'm successful at seducing Kevin, then there certainly is no reason why I couldn't ... or shouldn't take you both on at once. Ooo! That thought's making me horny again. 

John laughed. "Oh hell, honey, you're nearly always horny. But, I'm curious, how do you plan to seduce Kevin?

"Oh I have my ways. But listen, if, for any reason, he says anything, just play it cool like it's the most natural thing in the world. Okay?"

Yeah, okay. But I just can't see him talking to me about his mother coming on to him."

"But he might, John, so just be ready."

Karen pulled the towel from between her legs. "Now, I'm going to get on my knees and elbows and I want you to slide this big beautiful cock into my well-fucked pussy and fuck it again, doggie-style. And I want you to think of Michelle while you do it." Karen grinned wickedly at her husband. "In fact, you can even call me Michelle while you're fucking me.

Chapter 3. 

"Dad," Kevin whispered loudly. He was standing behind his bedroom door and had it open just a few inches. His father, dressed for work, had his suit coat draped over his left arm as he was walking down the hallway towards the stairs. It was Friday and he had to fly to Los Angeles for a business meeting. It was also two weeks after Karen had put him on notice that she intended to have an incestuous affair with their son.

"What?" John stopped short and saw his son staring out at him with a rather serious look on his face. "What is it, Kevin?"

"Can I speak to you, privately?" Kevin asked as he stepped back and opened his door further.

"Sure, son," John said. 

This was curious, John thought. First, Kevin was seldom up at this time. He had managed to get his first college class on Fridays at 10:00 a.m. Both Kevin and Michelle took summer courses. It wasn't just that their parents encouraged them to not lose the "edge" of learning over a long summer break, but also, they were both very intelligent and motivated. Second, his son seldom ever wanted to talk privately with him, his dad, especially in such a clandestine manner. Then John smiled to himself. He was sure it was about Karen's plan to seduce their son.

John stepped into Kevin's bedroom, but left the door open. "So, Kevin, what has you up so early wanting to talk to me," John asked quietly.

"Well ... ." Kevin paused then swallowed and took a deep breath. "Dad, it's about Mom."

"Okay. What about your mother?"

Michelle was just coming out of the hallway bathroom that both she and Kevin used. She heard her dad and brother talking in her bother's bedroom. She knew that she should just go straight to her bedroom, but she was curious. This was unusual. She stayed in the doorway of the bathroom and strained to hear what was being said.

"Well, Dad, I don't know how to say this ... but, well, she been acting weird lately."

"Weird, how?" John asked. Again, he smiled to himself. He was curious as to how Karen was trying to seduce Kevin.

Kevin looked his dad in the eyes, then he looked down at the floor. He took a deep breath. "She been, uh, you know, exposing herself to me."

"Well, duh, Kevin, you've seen your mother naked many times. I don't understand what your problem is."

"No, it's not just nudity. It's how she does it. She wears that short satiny robe and ... and since I'm the last one down for breakfast ... well she will bend over, or lean over the sink, and the robe rides up and she is fully exposed ... . I mean, you know she's not wearing panties and, uh, her pussy, uh, between her legs and ... ." Kevin stopped talking.

"And," John prompted.

Kevin got an almost angry look in his eyes. "And I think she doing on purpose to, to, I don't know. Tease me maybe. I don't know."

"Hmm?" was all John said for a moment.

"And you find this, this exposing of herself, her pussy, to you ... you find this to be repulsive?"

Kevin just looked at his dad. "Well, dad, not really. You see that's the problem."

"What's the problem?"

"Dad, don't get angry, okay?"

"Angry? No of course not. Why should I get angry?"

"Yeah, well," Kevin continued somewhat reluctantly, "it kind of turns me on. And," he hurried on, "I mean, she's my mom. I'm not supposed to get turned on by my mom!"

"Why not?" John asked simply.

"What?" Kevin blinked and was obviously shocked at what his dad had just asked him.

"Well, Kevin, is your mother an attractive, sexy woman?"

"Well, yeah. She and Michelle. Sometimes I ... ." He stopped suddenly and blushed furiously.

John was pretty sure Kevin almost admitted to masturbating while thinking about his mother and sister, but he didn't pursue it.

Okay, son. You're just having a natural reaction to an attractive woman in a provocative sexual position. That's okay. Don't worry about it.

"In fact, I tell you what," he continued. "Maybe she is teasing you, for what ever reason. Your mother is a very complicated woman ... but a good women nonetheless." John was having a hard time not smiling. "The next time she does this, uh, exposing herself ... . Uh, does she always bend down or bend over away from you?" he asked Kevin.

"Always," Kevin nodded. "Well, she also, sometimes, brushes by me ... you know with her breasts touching my shoulder when I'm sitting down, or on my arm when I'm standing up, or, or, sometimes she comes up behind me and presses them into my back." Kevin was blushing now.

"Okay, okay. I see," John said with a serious look on his face—which was getting harder for him the longer he heard what his wife had been up to with their son. "So, the next time she does it, bends over and, you know, exposes her, uh, pussy to you, just step up behind her, grab her by the hips, and press your groin against her ass firmly and ask her, 'Is this what you want, Mom?'"

Kevin's mouth dropped open as he heard his dad's advice. 

So did Michelle's. From her eavesdropping position she had clearly heard her dad's advice to her brother. She was shocked at what she was hearing.

"Uh, Dad, that's my mom." Kevin finally said.

"Yeah, so? You're an adult. She is too, obviously. You know what we taught you about consenting adults, right." Kevin numbly nodded his head. "Well, if she is teasing you ... or maybe trying to seduce you ..." Kevin's head straightened up quickly when he heard those words. "Then if, and only if you are, uh, shall we say, enticed or interested in her, uh, offer, well then, challenge her on it and see just what she's up to."

Kevin was shocked and confused. "But Dad, what if she wants to ... ."

"Seduce you? Have sex with you? You have a problem with that, Kevin?"

"Dad, that's incest!"

"And your point is?" John was having fun playing with his son verbally. The thought of what Karen had been doing to their son, teasing him, bending over in her short robe with no panties on and now talking to Kevin about it, was actually beginning to give him a stiffie.

"But isn't incest illegal?" Kevin protested.

"Oh, is that it? You're just worried about the legality of it?" Before his son could answer him, John went on. "There are some jurisdictions, I'm not sure where, but swinging, consenting adults swapping and sharing their spouses, is illegal. In some states it's illegal to sell sexual devices for pleasure—you know, like dildoes and vibrators. Also in some states, probably where it's illegal to openly sell dildoes for the pleasure of a woman, it's also illegal for a man or woman to perform oral sex ... even on their spouses! And, by the way, if you didn't know, your mother is bi-sexual."

Kevin's eyes went wide.

"That's right, your mother makes love to other women. That's also illegal in some places." John took a deep breath to calm himself down. This was an issue that got his blood boiling.

"Son, if we are free and have rights, then consenting adults have the right to have any kind of sex they want, just so long as it is consenting among those involved and doesn't physically harm anyone." He paused. "Of course, a little spanking, if someone wants it, really isn't physically harming anyone."

John had to openly smile with the look that his son gave him. "Well, yes, Kevin, there are some women, men too, who like to be ... spanked or whipped or tied up. You've heard of BDSM haven't you?"

When Kevin nodded, John continued. "So there's nothing wrong with it as long as the one doing the spanking, or whatever, doesn't take it too far ... . Of course, your mother and I don't go in for that sort of thing. It just doesn't turn us on. But that's not really relevant to our discussion here.

"So listen, Kevin. Forget the legality of it. There are many sexual things people do that don't violate the rights of others and they do it either alone or with other adults who want to do it. That's their right ... if we have rights at all. You can't get your mother pregnant. She had her tubes tied after Michelle was born. She doesn't, and I assume you don't, have any sexual diseases." 

Kevin, rather in shock, just shook his head.

"And you're both adults." Kevin's father continued. "If your mother wants to ... ." John paused to decide how to say what he was going to say. He decided being plain and blunt would be the best way. "If your mother wants to fuck you and you can handle that, then I'd say you'd be a fool not to take her up on it. I'm sure you'll have a great time. No, I know you'll have a great time. Your mother is one hell of a great fuck."

Kevin just stood there, in shock. He'd been listening to his dad and also thinking about his mother—about how she looked naked, something he had seen many times; how she looked in her tiny bikinis; and how she looked bending over, her fat pussy lips squeezed between her thighs and clearly there for his viewing pleasure. He also thought, rather guiltily, of the times he had actually masturbated thinking of his mother. 

In spite of being shocked at what his father just told him, his cock was getting hard with the realization that his masturbation fantasies of having sex with his mother might just become a reality. His dad didn't seem to have a problem with it. His mother seemed to be asking for it. His cock definitely seemed to want it.

Kevin was wearing a pair of baggy sports shorts. He looked down at the floor to see if his growing erection was apparent. It wasn't and he almost sighed with relief. He would've been mortified for his dad to see him getting a stiffie over his mother, even though his dad was advising him to, to—he swallowed—to fuck his mother.

Kevin took a deep breath and let it out. "Okay," was all he said to his father.

John gave his son a wink and patted him on the shoulder. "Give it as much thought as you need. I'm sure you will figure out what to do. Now I have to collect your sister and hit the road. I have a plane to catch."

Michelle quickly, but quietly closed the bathroom door. She looked in the mirror at her reflection. She had a shocked look on her face. Did her dad really tell her brother to, to, to have sex with their mother ... if she wanted it—which from what she heard Kevin saying, it looked like she did—and if Kevin wanted to, to, ... to fuck their mother! Oh my God!

She jumped at a sharp rap on the bathroom door. "Michelle, hurry it up, please. We have to be going soon," her dad told her through the door.

Michelle's car was in the shop for some needed repairs. Kevin had been taking her to school in his car, but today his first class was two hours later than hers so her dad was going to give her a ride to the university.

"Be right there, Dad," Michelle answered. She took a couple of deep breaths and shrugged her shoulders a couple of times to relax. "Wow!" she said out loud, then exited the bathroom to get her book pack from her room before heading to the kitchen.

Chapter 4.

Karen had been waiting in the kitchen for Kevin to come down to breakfast. John and Michelle had left about five minutes ago. When she heard him coming down the stairs she picked up her coffee cup and went to the sink, prepared to "flash" her son yet again. Her heart began to beat a little harder. She was excited. John had given her a big wink over Michelle's head and had jerked his head slightly back upstairs when they had walked into the kitchen. 

After a quick breakfast and with Michelle already heading out through the garage door, John gave his wife his usual goodbye hug and kiss. He smiled at Karen. 

"Kevin and I had a little talk this morning," he said quietly. "You might get a little surprise this morning, dear."

"Ooo, goody!" Karen gave her husband another kiss. "Have a great day, darling."

"I'll be late. You remember I have to fly to L.A. today?"

"Mmm-hmm. I'll be waiting for you. If I'm asleep, just take a quick shower and come to bed and wake me up. We can make love."

"And you'll give me a report on what happens ... with all the juicy details, right?"

"But of course, my darling," Karen smiled lasciviously at her husband. "Go now, John. We'll talk tonight."

John kissed his wife one more time and then left ... with half an erection at the thought of what she was possibly about to do with their son.

Karen heard Kevin's bare feet on the hardwood floor approaching the kitchen. She put her coffee cup in the sink, picked up the dish cloth, rinsed it, squeezed it out, then dropped it on the floor. Her timing was perfect. As Kevin came through the kitchen doorway Karen bent over to pick up the dish cloth. Her short robe road up over her buttocks and she knew her son had a perfect view of her ass and of her vaginal lips squeezed between her upper thighs.

Kevin paused, but only briefly, as he saw his mother flashing him again. After the amazing, somewhat shocking conversation he'd had with his father earlier, Kevin had decided that action on his part was needed. Either his mother was just teasing him, or, as his father had suggested, she wanted to seduce him. Kevin had given that possibility several minutes of thought and decided, all things considered, he would just as soon fuck his mother as not ... if that's what she really wanted. She was, after all, a very attractive mature woman and he was a very horny young man. If his dad and mother didn't mind a little thing like incest, then why should he.

Kevin walked up behind his mother, who was now starting to straighten up. He grabbed her by the hips and pressed his groin firmly against her ass. "Good morning, Mom," he said. His heart felt like it was up in his throat and he had a tingling feeling in his stomach.

Karen felt her son's nearly full erection through his shorts, pressing against her ass cheeks. "Ooo, Kevin! You startled me," she said, but then she pressed her ass back against her son's hard-on and wiggled her hips back and forth.

Yeah, right. Kevin thought. As his mother straightened up fully, Kevin slid his hands up the front of her body and pulled her robe open, then they captured her firm, full breasts. He gently squeezed them and felt her nipples, which were hard. Kevin was terribly excited about what he was doing and how his mother was obviously liking it. Christ, he thought, I hope she doesn't wiggle her ass again. I'll come in my shorts.

Karen turned around and pressed her ass against the counter. She put her arms around her handsome son's neck then placed her hands on the back of his head. Now that Kevin had made his move, Karen wanted to quickly to seal the deal, so to speak. She pulled his head down to hers and kissed him on the lips, a very un-motherly kiss.

Kevin was surprised at his mother's reaction but quickly went with the momentum. He opened his mouth to her probing tongue tip. Mother and son began exploring and tasting each other's mouth. Karen became very wet. Kevin's erection became fully hard. Both hearts were beating hard. They could each hear their pulses in their ears and feel it in their necks.

Karen moved one hand down her son's bare chest and over his flat stomach as they were still kissing. She reached further down and her fingers wrapped around her son's hard cock through the light-weight material of his sports shorts.

"Oh my, Kevin. You've brought your mother a surprise for breakfast."

Kevin gasped at the feeling of his mother's hand firmly squeezing his cock. She gave him several more quick, but wet kisses. Then he watched in fascination as she lowered herself to her knees in front of him and pulled his shorts down and let them drop around his ankles. He gasped again as her warm, soft hand wrapped itself around his extremely hard cock and began lightly stroking it.

"Mmm, Kevin, I do believe your cock is ever bit as big as your father's." Karen looked up with her innocent-looking blue eyes and smiled, then she licked her lips. She could see a fat drop of pre-cum at the tip of her son's cock. She ran her hand up the length of his hard shaft, from base to just under the glans, pressing her thumb along the urethral tube, then quickly licked up the original drop and several more of the clear lubricating liquid that came spilling out. Kevin gasped again.

Karen's body shuddered with incestuous lust at what she was doing and about to do. She relished these first slick drops of fluid from her son's cock and wanted more ... the more that would spurt into her mouth while she sucked him off. 

Kevin gasped yet again as he watched, then felt, his mother slide her hot, wet, and oh so silky smooth mouth down over his cockhead and begin sucking on it. He groaned out his pleasure as his mother began sucking his thick cock deep into her mouth.

"Oh wow, Mom!" Kevin managed to say. He was totally shocked at how fast this situation went from maybe she wants to seduce me to her actually sucking his cock. He was now so turned-on that he knew he wouldn't be able to last too long before he came. Pulses of pleasure were shooting through his body. He raised his face towards the ceiling and grimaced, but it was a grimace of pure pleasure as he tried to mentally slow down the inevitable.

When Kevin looked back down at the incredible sight of his mother sucking his cock, she was looking directly at him.

"You like this, Kevin?" Karen asked after she took her sucking mouth off his twitching cock.

"Oh God yes, Mom," he answered.

"Good. You going to come soon, baby? 

"Oh yeah ... if you don't stop."

"Don't worry about it, Kevin. I want you to come as soon as you can. Just let it go. Don't worry about it. Okay?"

"Okay, Mom," Kevin answered as he watched his mother begin sucking his cock again.

Kevin raised his head. He took a deep breath and held it for a couple of seconds before letting it out noisily. The wonderful feeling of his mother's mouth on his cock was fantastic ... and getting better. Beyond that was the very taboo realization that this was his mother who was sucking his cock. 

Wow, he thought, Mom is really a great cock sucker. And with that thought, he felt it coming. The sexual tension his mother's mouth was creating was like a ball of energy in his balls and at the base of his cock, now ready to come bursting forth.

"Oh wow, Mom! I'm coming!" Kevin told his mother in a hoarse, tense voice. His hips shoved forward automatically, sending his cock deeper into her mouth, almost choking her, as his he shot a big load of his hot, slick semen in several pulses to the back of her mouth and into her throat. His knees got weak and his sight got a little unfocussed, his orgasm was so intense. 

Karen sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed until her son's cock was through ejaculating. She pulled her mouth off Kevin's cock and smiled up at him.

"Oh wow, Mom, that was fantastic," Kevin said.

"I though you might like it," Karen answered. She milked his cock with her hand and slurped up a big globule of residual semen oozing out of the tip of his cock. Then she sucked on her son's cockhead a few times, making his body shudder at the intensity of the feeling her mouth gave to his sensitized glans.




Parental Discretion is Advised



Kevin helped his mother to her feet and, without hesitating, he embraced her and kissed her on the mouth, their tongues touching and sliding around each other for several long moments. The sash to her robe had come undone and Kevin was thrilled to feel his mother's naked breasts and belly pressing up against his belly and chest.

"Mmm, not only are you a great cock sucker, Mom, but you're a great kisser, too."

Karen laughed. "Well, you're a pretty good kisser yourself, Kevin." And she just wasn't saying that. Kissing her son was turning her on even more. She tilted her head up and her mouth met her son's again. They kissed sweetly a few more times. 

After actually sucking her son's cock—and she was totally turned-on that she had really done that—and kissing him, Karen was so sexually excited that her vaginal juices would have soaked her panties, had she been wearing any. As it was, she wasn't sure but that some of it was starting to run down her legs.

"So Mom," Kevin began.

"Yes dear?" Karen said looking up into her son's face.

"Sooooo, this is incest." It was a statement, not a question.

"Yes, Kevin, this is incest. Do you have a problem with it?"

Kevin broke into a big grin. "I had my doubts earlier, but then after having a talk with Dad about ... about you flashing me, you know?"

"Oh yeah," Karen grinned back at her son, "I know."

"And then," he continued. "Well after that wonderful blow job you just gave me, I don't have any doubts about it at all. I mean," he hurried on, "it is just a little strange having sex with my mother, something I never ever thought about before ... ."

"So," Karen challenged her son, "you never ever had any remotely sexual thoughts about me, is that it?"

Kevin laughed. "Well, actually, yeah, now that you mention it. I guess I have. But they were just, you know, crazy fantasies about my hot mom, and I never ever thought they would become real. Plus, I always felt guilty about it.

"Mom," Kevin continued before she could say anything, "what we are doing, you know, incest, well it's considered pretty bad. Don't you feel, like, it's wrong or bad or something?"

"If I'd felt that what we've just done and what we're going to do was wrong, in an absolute sense, then I would never have done it. You know what we've taught you and Michelle ... ."

"Yeah, yeah. Consenting adults, etc., etc. That's basically what Dad told me earlier.

"Well its true dear. At least for your father and me. We've lived that way for over twenty years now. We've told both you and Michelle that we're swingers, that we have sex with lots of other people, as a couple mind you, not separately. In fact, this is the first time I've had sex with another person when your father wasn't present. But, in this case, I think that won't be a problem seeing as how you're our son and we're living together in the same house.

"And after all these years of being swingers and sharing sex, you know that your father and I still love each other very much and still have really good sex together."

"Oh yeah," Kevin laughed. "Michelle and I hear you guys having really good sex a lot. Either that or Dad's beating up on you."

Karen laughed at that. "He just beats up on me with his big, beautiful cock, just like your big, beautiful cock.

"So, Kevin, you're not going to have a problem, um, fucking your mother, strange feeling and all? Karen gave her son a big grin. 

Kevin's eyes lit up at his mother's words about fucking her. "I think I'll get over that." He grinned. "In fact I know I will. So, uh, I take it, actually I'm hoping, we are going to do more than just kissing and you giving me a bj, right?

"Oh hell yes, Kevin. We're going up to my bedroom and, first, you're going to lick my pussy and make me come. Then we're going to fuck, hopefully a lot. You see, Kevin, this is like a TV show, only it's for real."

Kevin gave his mother a confused look.

"It's really simple, son: Parental Discretion Is Advised. I'm your parent and, at my discretion, I advise you to fuck your mother." Karen gave her son a dazzling smile.

"How could I refuse such wonderful advice," Kevin answered, grinning back at her. 

"And," Karen continued, giving her son a lustful look, "I see you're up for it again." She grabbed her son's cock and squeezed it. It was nearly fully erect already.

"Oh, you bet, Mom," Kevin responded. His cock was getting even harder at the thought that now he was going to go down on his mother, like she had gone down on him. 

Kevin grabbed his mother again and embraced her, hugging her tightly. He kissed her again, and again, then gave her a long, passionate kiss. Karen responded to her son's enthusiasm, wrapping her arms around him, embracing him just as fully as he was embracing her, kissing him just as passionately. She was thrilled that her son was so excited about becoming her lover.

But her thrill didn't compare to Kevin's. A strong shiver of emotion passed through his body as he was kissing his mother. Here he was, standing in the kitchen, kissing his mother like he had kissed any number of girls, only it was better because it was his super sexy, super attractive mother he was kissing. She had given him one of the best blow jobs he had ever experience and swallowed his semen as naturally as swallowing water. And now, he thought, my God I'm about to lick my mother's pussy ... and then fuck her. Oh wow, Mom!

Karen felt her son's body trembling and was pleased.

Chapter 5.

Michelle told her dad which parking lot to enter to take her closest to her first class. He pulled up to the curb in a no-parking zone. 

"Dad?" Michelle said.

After a couple of seconds when she didn't say anymore, John prompted her, "What is it Michelle?"

Michelle turned to look directly at her father. "Dad, I ... I, uh, well, I heard you talking to Kevin this morning about ... ." She couldn't bring herself to finish what she was going to say.

John saw the turmoil in his daughter's eyes. "About telling Kevin to find out if his mother is just teasing him or trying to seduce him?"

"Yeah," Michelle was now looking down and spoke so softly he almost didn't hear her.

"I guess you have a problem with that."

"Dad," she said firmly as she raised her head to look him in the eyes. "We're talking about incest."

"Yes, dear, I know that. But you have to ask yourself a few simple question. Does an adult own the property of his or her body and mind? Does the behavior in question involve consenting adults only? Does the behavior in question violate the rights of others? If you answer yes to the first and second questions and no to the third question, then so what if it is incest? Your mother and brother, being self-owning, consenting adults, whose behavior, if they do have sex, will violate the rights of no one else, have themselves a right to consensual sex if that's what they want to do.

"You know your mother and I are swingers, that we have sex with a whole group of other people. Part of our group are two young women, twins. They're bi-sexual and they're also lovers."

Michelle looked at her father wide-eyed, but didn't say anything.

"We, your mom and I, as well as the rest of the group, accept that. It's incest but so what, they're not hurting anyone and they love each other and are able to express that love sexually, too. I think your mom and Kevin can do the same thing.

"And you should know that your mother had her tubes tied after you were born and can't get pregnant, if that's what's bothering you."

Michelle turned her head away and looked out the side window. She saw her friend, Traci Pilgrim, standing on the sidewalk waiting for her. They had their first and last classes of the day together and usually ate lunch together. She waved and held up a finger indicating just a minute. Traci smiled and nodded.

"Do you think Mom and Kevin ... uh, will, you know ... ."

"Have sex?"

"Yeah. Do you think they will?"

"Yes, Michelle, I think they will. In fact, they might be having sex right now."

Michelle looked shocked. The thought that her mother and brother might actually be having sex while she and her father were talking was hard for her to accept.

"And that doesn't bother you?" Michelle asked her father.

He smiled at her. "No, darling, it doesn't bother me. Your mother loves me. I love your mother and your brother. Your mother and I have shared sex with a lot of different people over the years. Although, this is the first time when I wasn't present also. But, considering it's Karen and Kevin, I don't have a problem with that. And tonight, when I get home, I know your mother will fill me in on all the details."

Michelle didn't know what to say to that.

"Michelle, honey, I have to get going if I want to catch my flight."

"Okay, Dad. Just one more question." What she was about to ask her father just naturally occurred to her after this talk about incest.

Michelle took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Her heart started pounding a little harder. She looked her father right in the eyes. "Do you want to have sex with me?"

John wasn't prepared for that question ... just yet. He exhaled then swallowed. "Michelle, you are a beautiful young woman and I would be a liar if I said that I had never thought of you in a sexual way."

"Not good enough, Dad. Do you or do you not, want to have sex with me ... like, like Kevin and Mom are probably having right now." Michelle knew the answer. She had seen it in his eyes. But she wanted him to say it out loud. And she wasn't angry, not really, although she almost felt like she might cry.

It was John's turned to take a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Truthfully?"

"Yes, Dad, truthfully?"

"Yes, Michelle, if you ever wanted to, then I would love to have sex with you."

Michelle nodded. "Okay. You've got to go." She leaned over to give her dad a quick kiss on the cheek, an automatic gesture. And, even though she'd known her father was going to tell her that he wanted to have sex with her it still shocked her to hear it out loud. She really didn't know what to think, so she just wasn't thinking. She felt strange, kind of numb. "Have a safe flight," she said, then she was out of the car and up on the sidewalk next to her friend.

As John drove away he wondered if he had just totally alienated his daughter. 

"Wow!" Traci said. "Was that your dad? He's a hunk. If he were my dad I would want do more than just give him a peck on the cheek." She gave Michelle the double-raised eyebrows and a wink.

Michelle laughed in spite of herself. "Yeah, but that's just the problem, he's not your dad, he's mine. If he was your dad I really don't think you would say that."

Traci Pilgrim smiled at her friend. "Yeah, Michelle, you're probably right." However, she thought to herself, the next time I see my dad I am going to try to do more than just give him a peck on the cheek.

Traci's father was divorced from her mother. He lived in Seattle. Her brother, Tim, who was her fraternal twin but who had been raised by their father, was now living with Traci and their mother, Susan, and going to River City University, too. Due to a phenomenon called "genetic sexual attraction," her brother and she had realized they were sexually attracted to each other and had become lovers. Her brother also felt the same way about their mother and, with a bit of scheming and help on the part of Traci, her brother and mother became lovers, too, but not before Traci had seduced her mother who she knew was bi-sexual. So now, all three of them, mother, son and daughter were living together as lovers, without guilt, fully accepting and enjoying their incestuous relationship.

So, when Traci had said that she would have given "her" dad more than just a peck on the cheek, she meant it. She also had the blessings of her mother and brother to do so, to seduce her father if she could, the next time he came to visit. 

The girls turned and headed up the sidewalk to their first class. 

Chapter 6.

After their long passionate kiss in the kitchen, Karen shrugged off her robe and Kevin had kicked his short from around his ankles. They left the two articles of clothing on the floor as the headed upstairs for the master bedroom.

As mother and son approached the big bed, still rumpled, Karen turned and embraced Kevin. She tilted her head up to him. "Kiss me again, Kevin. I like how you kiss."

Kevin smiled and felt pleased. "Really, Mom?" His cock, which had become nearly totally flaccid after coming in his mother's mouth, had begun to become erect again on the way to his parents bedroom as he thought of what he and his mother were about to do. When his mother told him that she liked how he kissed, his cock almost sprung to attention.

As their mouths met and opened to each other, as their tongues tasted and tested and maneuvered around each other, Karen felt a delicious, unique excitement. She wasn't really sure if it was that her son was such a good kisser, or if it was the fact that it was her son she was kissing; that they were committing incest and soon, very soon he would be licking her pussy, then fucking her. All she knew was that she was probably as sexually excited as she had ever been ... at least for many, many years, and her pussy was wet, willing, and waiting.

Karen ended the long kiss and then kissed her son several more times, tenderly.

"Oh yeah, Kevin. I like kissing you." Her heart was beating harder again, like it had been back in the kitchen when she, all of a sudden, decided that she was going to go down on her knees and suck her son's cock.

Kevin, breathing a little fast, agreed with his mother. "Yeah, kissing you has gotten me so turned on again."

"I can tell," Karen laughed. Her son's very hard cock was poking her in the stomach.

Karen turned and threw back the covers and top sheet then climb onto the bed. She paused on her hands and knees and shook her ass at her son. Looking over her shoulder she smile wickedly.

"You going to lick your mommy's pussy ... before you fuck her with that big, beautiful cock of yours, son?" 

Karen was playing up the incest angle on purpose. Hell, she could find and have sex with a hundred good looking young men if she wanted to. But this young man, this sexual encounter, was special. It was her son. Most of the sexual excitement she was feeling was because of the incest aspect of what they were doing. Her son was a sexually desirable young man without a doubt, but actually fucking him would be something else altogether.

Kevin, still standing by the side of the bed, grinned at his mother's provocative words and his cock twitched all on its own and bounced.

Karen's eyes widened at how her words obviously had affected her son. She quickly turned her body over and propped herself up with her elbows, her legs spread a bit. She stared at her son's cock for a couple of seconds then looked up at him.

"Kevin, I really do want you to lick my pussy. But right now," Karen paused. "Right now I think I really want to feel that beautiful cock of yours fucking me ... and feel your body over me while you are fucking me. But ... after that, son, I would like to lick my pussy ... after you've fucked it ... after you've come in it. Have you ever done that before?

"Wh-what?" Kevin asked, obviously shocked.

Karen smiled sweetly at her son. "You have gone down on a woman before, haven't you Kevin?"

"Yeah, of course I have, Mom. But not after ... ." His voice trailed off.

"After you've fucked her and come in her pussy," Karen finished what Kevin was going to say.

"So tasting semen, maybe swallowing it, even your own, is, what? Pretty disgusting?"

Kevin could see where his mother was going. "No, Mom," he started to protest.

"Because you seemed pretty damned happy to come in my mouth and have me swallow it." Karen was pretending anger. She was also trying to teach her son a lesson.

"Mom, you surprised me. I wasn't expecting it." Kevin's cock was now at half mast.

"Son, your semen is cleaner than your spit. You know that, don't you?" Kevin nodded. "Your semen will just make my pussy a little wetter, a little slicker, that's all. I mean, after all, you're quite willing to lick my pussy aren't you?"

"Yeah, of course I am, Mom. In fact, I'm really looking forward to doing that. It's, well, uh, I mean it's your pussy. I'm going to lick my mother's pussy and that, well, that really excites me." He paused. "As well as fucking you, of course."

"Thank you, son," Karen smiled. "But I just had to ask. There are men who won't go down on a woman even thought they expect the woman to go down on them ... and swallow."

"I'm not one of those men, Mom. I really do like giving head. Really."

Karen scooted around on the bed and lay back. She held out her arms to her son. "Come here. Kiss me. Caress me. Hug me."

Kevin smiled and lay down next to his mother. For the next several moments they gave each other sweet, affectionate kisses and Kevin ran his hands over his mother's breasts and stomach and over the tops of her thighs. His fingers gently caressed her labia then swept back up to her breasts, which he gently squeezed and stroked, feeling her hard nipples with his fingertips. His cock started to get fully hard again.

"Kevin, your father doesn't have a problem doing what I've asked you to do, as well as most, if not all, of the men in our little private club. And, believe me, the women like it too, a lot."

Kevin nodded, listening to what his mother was saying, kissing and nibbling on her neck and ear. He realized that he was going to do what his mother wanted and resigned himself to it. Not a big deal, he thought to himself. Although he wasn't really sure.

Karen's body shivered from the light kisses and nibbling of her son's mouth on her neck and ear. "And, Kevin, I've licked come out of other women's pussies too. It's not bad at all and kind of exciting if you have the right mind set."

Kevin propped himself up quickly. "What? You've gone down on women, Mom?" The image those words created in his mind had his cock throbbing hard almost instantly. And then he remembered. "Oh wait, Dad did say you were bi-sexual." However, hearing it from his mother's mouth was more arousing.

Karen laughed at her son's wide-eyed curiosity. 

"Yes, Kevin, I've gone down on women. I like making love to women, too."

"Oh wow, Mom!" Was all that Kevin said.

Karen laughed again. "Does that excite you, Kevin, the thought of your mother making love to another woman, kissing her on the mouth, kissing her all over her body, kissing and licking and sucking on her pussy?" Karen grabbed her son's super hard cock. "Yeah, I thought so."

Kevin laughed. "Well it is a really hot image, Mom."

"Wait 'til you get to see it for real ... and be a part of it."

Kevin sat straight up. "Are you serious, Mom!"

Karen had to laugh again. She nodded and smiled and place her hand on her son's cheek. "Yeah, I think that can be arranged, eventually. But right now, Kevin, I want to feel that big, beautiful cock of yours fucking me. And after that, I'll suck all our juices off of it and you'll lick my pussy, right?

"Actually, Mom, I think I'd be a fool not to," Kevin shrugged, then smiled. He leaned down to give his mother a long, wet, delicious kiss, while they both maneuvered their bodies until Kevin's hips were between his mother's wide spread legs.

Kevin realized that he would probably do anything his mother wanted him to. She had already sucked his cock and swallowed his come, in the kitchen. Now, right now, he was about to slide his cock into her pussy—his mother's pussy—and fuck her. The thought of that, as well as the impending reality, was almost overwhelmingly exciting to him. He felt his body trembling slightly from what he and his mother were about to do. 




Parental Discretion is Advised



They broke the long kiss and both mother and son took in and let out a deep, shaky breath. The realization of what they were doing, what had happened in the kitchen notwithstanding, was fully upon them: Full, mother-son, penile-vaginal incest.

Karen was feeling her heartbeat in her throat. Her body was also trembling with excitement. She was so aroused and ready to do this that she knew that it wouldn't take long for her to have an orgasm.

Kevin raised his body up a little on his knees and elbows then felt his mother's hand on his cock. She rubbed it up and down in the very wet and slick crevice of her inner labia, then she held it right at the opening of her vagina. She looked her son directly in the eyes and smiled.

"Fuck me, Kevin," she said.

Kevin shifted his hips forward as his mother released his cock.

Karen gasped with intense pleasure as her son's long, thick, and oh so hard erection slid smoothly and quickly deep down inside her pussy. Her hands gripped his upper arms, fingernails digging in, as her body shuddered. The excitement of fucking her son and his cock going deep into her clenching wet vagina gave her a small but quite pleasurable orgasm.

"Mom, did you ...?"

"Yes I did, Kevin," Karen said, nodding and panting just a little. She pulled her son's head down to where she could give him a kiss. "I guess I was so excited about fucking you that ... well, just the act of you entering me gave me a little orgasm."

"A little one?" Kevin's brow was furrowed.

Karen laughed. "Not all orgasms are created equal, son. Are all of your orgasms of the fantastic, earth-shaking variety."

"No," Kevin said and laughed. 

"Don't worry, dear," Karen said. "I'm sure the next one will be a really good one."

Kevin kissed his mother and they stayed with the kiss a long time, sucking on each other's lips and tongues while Kevin began fucking his mother in earnest. He started with long, slow strokes, but quickly picked up speed. Soon, Karen broke off the kiss. Her hands were on her son's back, her arms gripping him tightly. She was rocking her hips up to meet his thrusting cock, taking every inch of his length, feeling it pounding into her, giving her so much pleasure.

"Oh fuck yes! Oh God yes! Oh fuck me, Kevin! Fuck your mother you mother-fucking beautiful boy!"

Kevin was shocked to hear his mother talking like that ... shocked but extremely aroused and stimulated. With his mouth now near his mother's ear, Kevin quickly got into the game.

"You like your baby boy's big cock fucking you, Mom?" he asked in a hoarse whisper.

"Oh yes, baby, mommy likes her son's big cock fucking her."

"Your pussy is so tight, Mom, so wet. It feels so goddamned good. Oh, Mom, I love fucking you."

"Mmm! Mmm! Ahh! Uhhhh!" Karen moaned and groaned and then she came again. She bit into her son's trapezius muscle and her fingernails dug into his back. Her body arched and pressed up against his body and his cock kept pounding into her pussy as she came and came and came.

"Oh Mom!" Kevin nearly shouted. "Eee-eee-yessssss!" He cried out as his cock began pumping out a second big load of his hot cum that morning. This time, not into his mother's sweet mouth, but deep into her beautiful and wonderfully tight gripping little pussy. He had thought coming in her mouth in the kitchen earlier had been a good orgasm. This one was so much stronger and better.

Karen was still holding on to her son tightly, panting, perspiring, and laughing.

Kevin was gasping for air and trying to hold his weight up off of his mother. He raised his head and looked her in the eyes. Sweat was beginning to run off his forehead into his eyes.

"Now that was a fantastic fucking orgasm, Kevin." Karen said, grinning up at her son.

"Oh yeah, Mom. That was unbelievable." Kevin agreed. Then he pulled his still mostly hard cock out of his mother's pussy and rolled over onto his back. Mother and son lay side-by-side, relaxing in the fading warm pleasure of their orgasms.

After several moments, Karen sought and found her son's hand. She gripped it and squeezed. He returned the squeeze. Karen turned on her side and propped her head up on her hand.

"So, big boy, you think you might want to be my lover on a regular basis?"

Kevin turned his body to look at his mother. He placed a hand on her side and gently stroked his fingertips down her ribs to her hips and back up before lightly running a fingertip around the nipple of her left breast. He gave her a serious look. "I'd be a fool not to." Then he gave his mother a big grin.

Karen laughed then placed her hand behind his head and leaned in close. Mother and son kissed again, another long, lovely kiss. When Karen finally pulled her lips away from her son's, she gently pushed him onto his back. She leaned in for another, quick, kiss, then moved her body so she could take her son's wet cock, sticky with his semen and her vaginal lubrication, into her mouth. She sucked the partially flaccid, but still firm, organ deep into her mouth and then took it into her throat.

Kevin gasped. He could feel his mother swallow with his cock deep down her throat.

Karen pulled her head back and grasped her son's cock as it left her mouth. She gasped for air then deep-throated him again, and again, and again. By then, his cock had become almost fully erect and it was becoming too difficult to force down her throat.

"My God, Mom, you're a woman of many talents!" Kevin said with appreciation.

"Yep," Karen answered then began licking and sucking up all the thick saliva deep-throating him had created, leaving her son's cock a vibrating rigid rod, with just a shiny light coating of her spit on it.

"Okay, Kevin," Karen said, "are you ready to do your part now?" She smiled lasciviously and raised her eyebrows at him. "I call it 'licking the platter clean." Then she added, "I'll make it worth your while afterwards."

Kevin laughed. "Yeah, I'm ready, Mom. Lay down and spread your beautiful legs." 

Chapter 7.

Michelle couldn't get the image out of her mind. The harder she tried the more it came back. After her dad had told her, if she were willing, he would love to have sex with her, she had felt, well, strange. Not exactly totally repulse or, well, even sick to her stomach. She knew about sex. She had made love. She knew her parents were swingers, belonged to an exclusive group of swingers, had a lot of sex with a lot of different people ... and yet remained committed to each other. She had looked it up on the internet. It was called being polyamorous. 

On one level she understood her dad finding her, his daughter, sexually attractive. She knew she was attractive and she knew her father was a sexual hedonist. And, all things considered, as her friend Traci had said, if he'd been her father, she would have wanted to do more than just give him a kiss on the cheek. Michelle could understand that. Her dad was a very attractive "older" man. 

But the problem was, he wasn't Traci's father, he was hers. She had never thought of him sexually, at least, in the sense of actually having sex with him. She knew that even if she had felt any sexual attraction to him she would have thought it was wrong, just flat out wrong. So why was she having this problem?

After her dad had admitted his sexual attraction to her, Michelle had gotten out of the car and went to her first class. That's when the images first came into her mind: She and her dad were naked. She was on her back. He was over her, his hips between her legs and his ... . At that point she forcibly stopped the image. But then it came back. She couldn't get it out of her mind. Her dad wanted to fuck her and, without her conscious prompting, her mind was showing her what it would look like.

All day Michelle couldn't focus on her classes and studies. Finally, it was time to go home. Her friend, Tom Hendricks, gave her a ride. When she got into the house all was quiet. She'd noticed that Kevin's car was still parked at the curb, but when she looked into the garage she saw that her mother's car was gone.

Michelle went to her bedroom and put her book bag on the desk before kicking off her sandals and flopping down on her bed. As she lay there on her back, eyes closed, the image that had been plaguing her all day came back. Okay, she told herself, don't fight it. Go with it and see what happens. 

She had seen her dad naked many times, so she knew exactly what his body looked like ... which was actually quite good, considering that he was her dad. She didn't know what his erect penis looked like though. However, on at least two occasions, her mother had sent her up to wake up her brother in the morning and, walking into his room without knocking, had found him asleep on his back with nothing covering him. He slept nude and he'd had an erection. Well, it was actually more than just an erection. Her brother's fully hard cock was bigger than any she had ever seen or been fucked by.

She remembered waking Kevin up by shaking his shoulder and calling his name loudly. He woke up and looked up at her bleary-eyed, stretched and yawned, then realized he wasn't covered and had an erection. He'd quickly grabbed for the sheet to pull over him. He was only just a little angry with her, she could see, because of how he asked what she thought she was doing. The second time it happened, Michelle had bluntly asked him if he had been having a dream about sex, pointing to his fully erect cock and smiling. He had told her that he nearly always woke up with an erection. It was just a guy thing.

Now, lying on her bed, thinking about her father, Michelle imagined his cock to be as big as Kevin's, wondering if it really might be. In her mind, her father was again naked, on top of her, his hips between her spread legs with his big cock fucking her. She let the image kind of free float in her mind, seeing it in sharp focus at times, then kind of almost feeling it. She knew that she would never fuck her father, but thinking about it, how it might be, especially after being bothered by the image of it all day, couldn't hurt, could it?

Michelle spread her legs and moved her hips as though actually fucking. With one hand she began massaging her breasts, with the other she reached down to rub her pussy through the fabric of her shorts and panties. She felt a warmth in her groin and the slight swelling of blood beginning to engorge her vagina.

Michelle was rather shocked at herself but didn't stop. If her dad wanted to fuck her what was the harm in her fantasizing how it might be, not that she would ever do it. Sex with her dad was wrong, wrong, wrong. It was incest. Only ignorant, inbred, back country people did that. 

Well, she thought, if I'm imagining him fucking me, won't he want to kiss me, too. Michelle tried to imagine what kissing her father might be like, what his mouth would feel like, how it would taste. All-in-all, she thought, probably just like any other guy she'd ever kissed. She was getting into this evil fantasy and could almost smell her father's favorite cologne.

Her mind jumped then, not holding on to the image of her father fucking her, rather, she was now "seeing" him licking her pussy. His head was between her legs and his tongue and lips were licking and sucking at her pussy. Michelle was rubbing her pussy harder now.

All of a sudden she stopped, got up and crossed to her door to lock it. She went back to her bed and stripped naked then got back on he bed again. She started rubbing her pussy again, only this time fingertips to vaginal flesh, trying to get the images back in her head as she gently stroked herself, feeling the wetness that began to appear between her inner labia.

Her mind flashed from her father fucking her to her father licking her pussy then she knew that he would want her to suck his cock. Michelle opened her mouth, wondering how much it would have to stretch to accommodate her father's big cock ... , that is, she thought, if his cock was as big as her brothers. She ran her tongue around her lips. She wondered if he would want to come in her mouth. God! All the guys did, why would her dad be any different.

Not that it would matter all that much. Her parents had prepared her quite well for the world of sex, including guys coming in her mouth. At the time Michelle thought it was information overload. When she finally did become sexually active she was glad for all her parents had taught her. But, to date, she had never let a guy come in her mouth. Oh God! If her dad wanted to fuck her he would surely want to come in her mouth. What would it be like to swallow her dad's cum? Well, hell! she thought, that's never going to happen.

All of these thoughts were straight forward and linear. They were snatches of thought teamed up with images ... images of her father fucking her pussy, kissing her on the mouth, licking and sucking her pussy, and of her sucking his cock and having him come in her mouth. Also, she had begun to pinch her nipples and tug on them, while her other hand was now fingering her pussy deeply between the times when she was seriously stimulating her clitoris.

"Yeah, fuck me daddy," Michelle whispered. "Lick my pussy, daddy. Oh daddy, your cock is so big. Do you want to come in my mouth?" She almost giggled at what she was saying and how she was saying it, but it did add something, more of a reality to her fantasizing, although she'd never talked like that any other time she'd had sex. At one point a part of her mind wondered why she was doing this, but it was just a quick, quiet protest that faded swiftly.

"Oh daddy, yes. Fuck me with that big cock," Michelle whispered hoarsely as she began plunging three fingers in and out of her very wet pussy. And then she was coming. The orgasm happened quickly, surprising her, but it was a strong one, leaving her legs pulled up, knees bent, one knee crossing over the thigh of the other leg. Her legs pinned her fingers against her throbbing clitoris. She was breathing heavily with her heart thumping solidly in her chest.

"Oh my," Michelle said to the ceiling when she opened her eyes. Then she giggled. "Oh my, daddy," she continued the fantasy, "I loved the way your big cock made me come." She laughed again, then began crying. "I'm a sick puppy ... fantasizing about fucking my father. But then, I guess I come from a family of sick puppies.

Michelle raised her wet fingers to her nose and sniffed them, then licked her pussy juice off of each one. She'd been doing that whenever she masturbated lately. Curious as to how it smelled and tasted after realizing that boys would go down on her, she just naturally had to try it out. Also, she had seen women doing it in internet porn, what little she watched. Now, it was almost like a ritual with her. Her masturbation session wasn't done until she had licked her fingers.

She stopped crying and dried her eyes, got up and put her clothes back on. She unlocked her bedroom door then returned to her bed. As she lay there on her back she heaved a big sigh. Okay, she told herself, it was a good orgasm, even if was a sick fantasy. But that's all it was, a fantasy. She lay there thinking about her mother and brother and what they had probably done that day. She hadn't seen her brother at school, although on a Friday, when he only had a couple of classes, that wasn't altogether unusual. Michelle drifted off to sleep, still trying to understand why her parents were pursuing this incest thing.

Chapter 8.

As Kevin lay down on his belly between his mother's parted thighs he could see some of his semen oozing out between her pussy lips. He mentally shrugged, shifted his weight forward and began to lick carefully, delicately at his mother's pussy. The smell of her pussy was much like the smell of other pussies that he had gone down on, with a subtle difference. It was a recently fucked pussy with his semen still inside it ... except for that portion of his cum that was oozing out between his mother's labia and which his tongue was now lapping at.

Again, Kevin mentally shrugged. If he was going to do this, and he was, he might as well do it with gusto, he thought. With that, he plastered his lips over most of his mother pussy and began licking and sucking in earnest. 

"Oh yes, Kevin, baby!" Karen cried. "That it's! That feels so good." Then Karen pushed with her vaginal muscles trying to evacuate all of her son's semen that she could, out of her pussy, on to his tongue, and into his mouth.

Karen was terribly excited by the fact that she had convinced her son to do this. She loved it when her lover was willing to fuck her then lick her pussy afterwards. John did it on a regular basis, and most of the men from their swingers' group had done it too. Karen thought it was only fair. There wasn't a man that she'd met and made love to that didn't want to come in her mouth, or the mouth of any woman they could get to suck their cocks, and they always wanted the woman to swallow. So, she reasoned, if she and other women were expected to swallow come, then the least a man could do was clean up the pussy he had just fucked. 

"Lick the platter clean," as one woman of the group said, "so there won't be a wet spot to sleep in." Of course, that sentiment regarding the wet spot was really more applicable at home, making love to one's husband or boyfriend. No one was going to fuck then go to sleep at a swingers' fuckfest. 

This behavior was now practically de rigueur with their swingers' group. Not that it was expected every time one of the men fucked one of the women, but it was expected that each man, at least once during a fuckfest, would lick his come out of the pussy of some woman that he had just had sex with. Just as it was expected that each woman would give at least one man a blow job and swallow. 

Of course, most men limited this practice to their own semen. Others, like John Cummings, didn't really give a damn. "Come is come," he said. "I don't care if it's mine or Hank's or Tom's. And if it pleases my lover of the moment, then, hell yes I'll go down on her no matter who's just fucked her. Actually, on one famous occasion, Karen had been gang-banged by six men, with John being the last to fuck her. He astonished everyone there, including Karen, when, after pulling his come-coated cock out of her pussy, he went down on her and "licked the platter clean." Karen could never forget that incident because her husband's action's had excited her so much that she came so hard she nearly passed out.

But again, Karen thought it was just a logical extension of the kind of sex their swingers' group was into. After all, the men were always wanting the bi-sexual women, which were most of them, to go down on each other after one or two or more men fucked them. They had even gone so far as to gang-bang a willing participant then have her squat over a glass or cup or saucer to collect as much of the semen oozing out of her pussy as possible. Then the men, and the women as well, would chant "Drink it! Drink it! Drink it!" Like some college drinking contest.

Those of the group who weren't otherwise occupied would watch with a warped but fun-loving lust as the chosen woman tipped up the container. She would hold it inches above her face to let the combined, collected semen slide out in grayish-white globs and sticky, stretched strings and drop into her waiting, open mouth. The woman would make a great show of this and also of swallowing the come, smacking her lips and opening her mouth wide to show that all the man-goo went down her throat. Then, quite often, she would lick the container, trying to get every last drop of come. 

Actually, Karen had done this many times. Unlike many women, she'd never had a problem with swallowing cum. It had always excited her from the very first time she had done it. Having her lover come in her mouth and swallowing it was a turn-on for her. So, all-in-all, considering her behavior and that of John's, they were well suited to each other. Now, she hoped that Kevin would follow in his father's footsteps and not just enjoy the experience of licking his cum out of his mother's pussy, but relish it too.




Parental Discretion is Advised



Okay, this isn't so bad, Kevin thought to himself. And Mom really seems to enjoy it. Yeah, the taste of his semen was new to him, but it wasn't gross or anything. It was more of a texture ... kind of slimy? Yeah, okay. Only he didn't usually think of something slimy as being warm, body temperature. And, mixed with his mother's vaginal lubrication it was ... well, it was okay. Rather like an extra wet pussy. Maybe even better than okay because of how his mother was enjoying what he was doing.

Karen had her fingers entwined in her son's hair, pulling his head hard against her grinding pussy. "Oh baby! Lick mommy's pussy. Lick it good. Suck on it. That's it, Kevin. Ohhhh, yessss! She hissed. You're going to make mommy come!"

After sucking up and swallowing all of his semen that he could, Kevin began to lick and suck at the top of his mother's pussy, around her clitoris; sometimes sucking on it, sometimes licking it with the tip of his tongue, other times concentrating on the area just below the clitoris itself. 

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Ahhhh!" Karen's voice came out strangled as she achieved another orgasm. Her body convulsed and her pubic bone slammed into Kevin's lips, bruising them. Her fingers tightened in his hair pinning his mouth against her pussy as her orgasm surged through her before slowly receding.

There was no doubt that Karen loved sex, all kinds of sex, with oral sex being right there at the top of her list. This incestuous oral sex with her son made it all the more exciting to her. She knew that she was a wicked woman by most people's standards. But she also knew that she and her son weren't hurting any other person and, therefore, they couldn't be hurting society. She also knew that if society, in general, accepted consensual adult incest, then it would become almost mundane. She was glad that it wasn't accepted, because it really gave her a sexual kick to be doing this with her son.

Karen sighed deeply, relaxing her body, including her fingers in her son's hair. She caressed the top of her son's head. Kevin raised his head to look up at his mother. His chin and lips were shiny with his spit and her pussy juices. He grinned.

"So, I can assume you liked that?" He said with raised eyebrows.

Karen laughed deeply. "Come up here you big lug." She threw her arms around his neck and began to kiss him hard on the mouth.

"Ouch!" Kevin pulled away. "Careful, Mom, you kind of got out of control—which is a good thing," he said hurriedly, "and bruised my lips when you were coming."

"Oh, poor baby! I'm so sorry." Karen gave her son a few gentle kisses.

"Nothing that won't heal, Mom. And, I might say, well worth it. Like I said, I can assume that you enjoyed that."

"Oh, Kevin, that was a great orgasm you gave me. I mean, a really great one." She kissed him carefully again.

"Yeah, well, once I got into it, it really excited me. It was just so amazing. There I was, licking your pussy, my mother's pussy. I had a hard-on throughout most of it." Kevin reached down to pull his half-erect cock up so that it was laying flat against his mother's belly. He was supporting most of his weight on his elbows. He kissed his mother sweetly, affectionately for several moments.

"So, Kevin, how was it?" Karen asked when their lips parted. "Licking your cum out of my pussy?"

"Actually, Mom, it wasn't all that bad." Kevin paused. "In fact, Mom, any time you want me to do that, I'll be more than happy to."

Karen smiled and placed her hand against her son's cheek. "Good. I'm glad you liked it. I really like it when a man does that for me."

Kevin was happy that his mother had called him a man and not a boy. He smiled at his mother and kissed her again.

"Your father really likes doing that," Karen said when they had finished kissing.

"Oh really?" Kevin said.

"Oh really," Karen answered. "The stories I could tell ... ."

"Like what?" Kevin was curious.

"Too much to tell, at least for right now."

"Well, uh, how do I compare. I mean, am I as good a lover as Dad?"

"Oh, baby, you're father and I have been lovers for over twenty years. We know each other like ... well, it would take you many years to know me that way."

"So, Mom," Kevin smiled rather mischievously, "how long do you want us to be lovers."

Karen thought about that for a few seconds, then smiled. "Until you find me so hideously old and ugly that you can't bear the thought of having sex with me."

Kevin laughed and rolled off of his mother and onto his back. "Well that's going to be a loooong time, Mom."

"I hope so, son. I really do hope so." Karen answered, pleased with what Kevin had just said.

"Well, if you can't compare me and dad as lovers, how about ...cock size?" Kevin asked with a bit of a smirk. He knew he had a bigger than average cock. All of the women that he'd had sex with had told him so.

"Almost as big." Karen said with an impish glint in her eyes. She watched Kevin's face closely.

"Almost?" Kevin frowned a little, then the frown deepened. Then he sighed.

Karen laughed. "Actually, Kevin, I don't know if your dad is bigger or if you are. You seem to be about the same size as him. There, does that make you feel better?"

Kevin grinned sheepishly. "Yeah, I ... ."

"Because, young man," Karen interrupted, "the size of your cock isn't the most important thing about making love to a woman. I've had men with smaller cocks than yours or your dad's, and they've been able to make me come explosively, so to speak. First of all, if a woman isn't turned on, there's not much you can do. If she is turned on, there's not much you can't do. And getting a woman turned on doesn't mean walking into a room with a big cock and saying 'Okay, I'm here.' So just remember that."

"Ouch! Yeah, okay Mom." But Kevin smiled. 

Karen grabbed her son's nearly completely flaccid cock and squeezed it. "Earlier I told you that if you went down on me and licked your come out of my pussy I'd make it worth your while."

"Yeah?"

"Have you ever had anal sex with a woman, Kevin."

Kevin's eyebrows shot up. His mother was now going to offer to have anal sex with him? 

"Uh, once, but she really didn't like it." And then he blushed at the memory of that disastrous incident.

"Well, I happen to like it. But it's not something you just do at any time or with just any one. Soooo, my horny little, er, big son," here Karen stopped and gave Kevin a big grin. She felt his cock beginning to grow harder in her hand already, "Would you like to fuck your mommy in the ass." She knew her wording would excite him.

"Oh wow, Mom!"

"I take that as a yes." Karen grinned at her son then leaned over to give him a big kiss ... remembering to start out gently. But Kevin obviously didn't mind his bruised lips because he pulled his mother over onto him and kissed her ardently, passionately.

Suddenly, Kevin broke the kissed. "Mom," he said looking at her intently, "this is probably a stupid question ... but do you and dad have ... ."

"Oh yes, Kevin."

"So the size of my ... ."

"Not a problem. But, you can't just shove it in my ass. We have to use lots of lubrication and you have to go slowly, until my ass accepts it. Okay?"

"Yeah. Sure, Mom."

Karen got up. "I'll be right back." She went into the bathroom and rummaged in the cabinet under the sink. She found two Fleets Enema kits, thought about it for a second and decided to use both of them. She knew it wasn't necessary to have an enema before anal sex, but using the Fleets might removed "stuff" in her rectum or lower down in her colon. She'd still put a towel under her ass, just in case, but after administering both of the Fleets Enema kits there shouldn't be any problem, including anything that might stick to her son's cock.

Karen came out of the bathroom after having given both her pussy and her ass a quick but thorough wash. She was also carrying a small bottle of anal lubricant and a large bath towel. 

Kevin was lying back on the pillows against the headboard of the bed, lightly stroking his very hard cock. He had been fantasizing what it would be like to slide his "big boy" into his mother's ass. He was totally stoked, totally excited by this turn of event. Fucking his mother in the ass! My God, he thought, this has to be the most amazing and exciting and, and, best day of my life!

"Ooo, baby, baby," Karen said enthusiastically. "I see you're ready for this, eh?"

Kevin blushed and Karen was pleased.

"Uh, yeah." Kevin said. Then he looked at his mother with an amused glint in his eyes, "It's not every day a boy gets to have anal sex with his mother."

Karen laughed. "Among other things," she said. 

Karen handed the bottle of lubricant to her son, placed the towel in the middle of the bed, then climbed up and positioned herself squarely on the towel. She put her hands behind her knees and pulled her legs up and apart, completely, fully exposing her little reddish-brown puckered hole below her pussy.

"Lube up all around my asshole, Kevin, and your fingers, then slip one finger in and fuck my ass for a little, then a second one, then a third one, until you can push them in as deep as possible. But go slowly, okay."

Kevin nodded as he maneuvered his body until his knees were touching his mother's ass cheeks. He followed his mother's instructions to the letter. After several minutes, the first three fingers of his right hand were shoved as deep as they could go into her ass. He felt her anal sphincter muscle clenching and relaxing on them. The anticipation of fucking his mother in the ass has his cock super hard and, as he glanced down, it seemed as if his glans was the biggest and most swollen he had ever seen it.

"Okay, baby, that's good." Karen said. "Now, lube up your cock really good then push the head of it against my anus and begin pushing ... carefully, slowly." Karen glance at her son and gave him a sweet smile. "I'm an old hand at this, so it should go pretty smoothly ... not like an anal virgin, which you probably had before.

"Okay, Mom," Kevin responded. He was totally fascinated with what he was about to do.

He squirted some lubricant on his hand and ran his hand up and down and all around his cock. He wiped his hand on the towel then grabbed his big cock by the base, near his body and leaned forward until the head of his cock was pressing firmly into his mother's anus.

Kevin took a deep breath and released it. He looked at his mother and she nodded at him. Kevin pushed the head of his cock against his mother's asshole and watched, fascinated, as his engorged cockhead began to slowly open his mother's anus and disappear through it into his her rectum.

Karen was no less fascinated with what was happening. She loved the feeling of a cock in her ass, but with a cock as big as her son's, or her husband's, she needed it to enter her carefully and slowly, until her anus, her anal sphincter, relaxed enough to allow the thick cock to slide in and out of her easily. A little pain, the pain of stretching her asshole open without tearing, was manageable. In fact, it kind of added to her excitement and pleasure. A lot of pain was a pleasure-killer and to be avoided. So far, her son was doing just fine.

"Oh, baby, that feels soooo damned good," Karen crooned. She knew her son's cockhead had passed her anus. Now his hard, thick shaft was beginning to slowly sink deeper into her bowels.

If Kevin hadn't come twice already this morning he would have come right then as he watched his cock slowly slide deeper and deeper into his mother ass. Her asshole was stretched so tight around his thick cock he wondered how she could take it. But take she did. He had never felt anything like it. He loved it ... that and the fact that this was his mother he was having anal sex with ... incestuous anal sex. It felt so good and had him so excited that he had to stop moving because, suddenly, those thoughts took him close to the edge of coming. 

Kevin took a deep breath then let it out. He pulled his cock back, almost all the way out of his mother's ass, then carefully shoved it back in.

"Ooo, yes! That's it, Kevin, fuck my ass nice and slow." Karen said

Kevin did just what his mother wanted. Soon he was shoving almost the whole eight inches of his cock deep up inside his mother ass, then pulling it out until only the glans was inside. God he loved how this felt, what he was doing. He wanted to fuck his mother's ass faster, but was willing to wait until she told him he could.

Karen was breathing more heavily now, that always happened when she had a big cock up her ass. "Okay, Kevin, now pull your cock all the way out, then slide it all the way back in."

Kevin swallowed and did what his mother told him. Again, fascinated, he watch his cock come all the way out of his mother ass, leaving it gaping open for a couple of seconds before it closed. He then pushed his cockhead up against her anus again and watched as it slid in easily. 

"Ohhh! Yes! Kevin do that some more," Karen pleaded.

Kevin pulled his cock all the way out of his mother's ass then quickly shoved it back in. He did this several times, picking up speed with each time. He felt his mother's anus relax in a subtle way. He heard his mother breathing become more like a panting. He leaned over his mother, dropped to his elbows, kissed her hard on the mouth and began pumping his hips as though he was fucking her pussy.

Karen pulled her lips away from her son's. She wrapped her arms around his neck and raised her legs up in the air. "Oh God! Oh God! Oh yes! Oh Kevin! Oh God, your cock feels so good fucking my ass!" 

Then she almost screamed. "Yes, Kevin, Kevin, baby! Fuck your mommy's ass. Fuck it good, baby! Fuck it hard!

And that's what Kevin did. He slammed his cock in and out of his mother's tight, grasping little asshole fast and hard. She enjoyed it, got off on it, loved it. Kevin thought he was in ass-fucking heaven. He never knew that anal sex could be like this ... and he was delighted to be finding this out with his mother.

Karen relaxed her grip around his neck and Kevin raised his body up so that he could watch his cock fucking his mother's ass. Her eyes were looking up at him with an almost pleading look. Her arms were now straight out on either side of her, her hand gripping the bed sheet. Her legs were bent with her thighs spread wide. Her chest was heaving. Then she reached down with one hand and began to furiously rub her clitoris.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Karen said through clenched teeth. 

Kevin's excitement increased as he looked down to see his mother's pussy, to see her rubbing her clitoris, and to see how beautiful it looked to have his thick cock pumping in and out of her tightly stretched anus. A shiver of intense pleasure ran through his body and he felt the wonderful feeling in his groin and cock preceding the even more wonderful feeling of an orgasm.

"Oh, God, Kevin!" Karen almost screamed and then her body was convulsing in a strong, body-wracking orgasm. 

As she came, much to Kevin's surprise, her pussy squirted a small amount of liquid three or four times. But then, Kevin's cock erupted with such intense pleasure that his eyelids fluttered and he lost focus while his cock pumped a large load of cum, in several pulses, out of his cock and deep up inside his mother's ass.

Kevin's body shuddered with the strength of his orgasm as he grunted and groaned from the pleasure of it.

Mother and son were silent for a few moments as the intensity of their orgasms began to fade. 

"Whoa! Mom, that was intense!" Kevin said. He was still breathing heavily and sweat was dripping down his face.

"Tell me about it," Karen said with a laugh. "Come here, lover." She held her arms up.

With his cock still firmly implanted in his mother's rectum, Kevin lowered his body down to embrace his mother and to be embraced by her. They kissed once, long and affectionately, then several more times, slowly, lazily, sweetly.

"You don't mind my cock still in your ass, Mom?"

"No, sweetie, I like it like that. Soon it will get soft enough and my muscles will naturally push it out.

"So, Kevin, that was your first ever anal sex ... or at least first ever successful one?" Karen smiled and kissed her son lightly on the lips. She used her hands to wipe the sweat off his face, drying them on the sheet. 

Kevin grinned. "Yeah. Actually, the first time I got my dick in ... well, her name's not important. But I got in her ass and just as quickly she had me take it out. That incident kind of ruined where ever that relationship might have been going.

"But, Mom, I mean ... Wow! Fucking you in the ass, to be totally crude about it, that was an amazing experience. Thank you. Thank you so much for teaching me what to do and for letting me do it." Kevin kissed his mother again, a long, tongue-twisting kiss.

"Mmm, thank you, too, Kevin. Your cock felt soooo good in my ass and you fucked me soooo wonderfully."

They kissed some more then, all of a sudden, Karen's anal muscles contracted and Kevin's now limp dick was pushed out of her ass wetly.

"There it is," Karen said with a grin. "I'm going to go into my bathroom and clean up. You go to yours and wash your cock extremely well, like at least three times. I don't want your cock in my pussy or in my mouth again until it is thoroughly clean."

Kevin started to push back up onto his knees. He gave his mother a quick kiss on the lips. "Yeah, I know that much about anal sex."

"Unless, of course," Karen said with a wicked smile, "I, or whoever you're having anal sex with, has had their colon thoroughly and completely cleaned out."

Kevin sat back on his heels, cocked his head to one side and gave his mother a slightly puzzled look. "Really?"

"Yeah, really. A good complete colon cleansing, like at a spa, then come home and have a couple of warm soapy enemas, big ones, followed by three or four clear water enemas and my colon is clean enough for me to do a little ass-to-mouth fun."

Kevin's eyes got big. "Really? Uh, do you think ... .?

"Yes, my handsome, hunky son, we'll do that sometime. I don't know when because, when you think about it, it's a lot of hassle just to let you watch me suck your cock after it's been in my ass ... and to let you lick my asshole after you've fucked it." Karen gave Kevin a challenging look.

Kevin didn't miss a beat. "But of course, Mom. Why wouldn't I do that."

Karen laughed. "You're learning, Kevin. You're learning. Now, go, get cleaned up.

When Kevin came back into his parents bedroom his mother was lying back on the pillows against the headboard waiting for him. 

Kevin gave his mother a look. "Sorry, Mom, but I'm starving. It's after eleven and the only thing I've eaten this morning is your pussy. Not that it wasn't delicious, especially with the extra cream served with it, but it just wasn't filling. You know?" He said all this with a straight face.

Karen laughed loud and hard at what her son had said. "Well, yeah, I guess I should feed you. You have worked hard this morning. And, if you think you are up to it, you might work hard again, later. What do you think?"

"Oh hell yes, Mom, but food first."

Karen got up, looking for her robe, the one she had been teasing her son with for the last two weeks, only to realize it was on the kitchen floor next to her son's shorts. 

Kevin came up to his mother and put his arms around her waist. He pulled her body against his, warmly, firmly, then lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her gently.

"Mom, I love you, now more than ever," he said seriously.

Karen smiled sweetly and put her hand to his cheek. "Thank you. And I love you too, Kevin, now more than ever."

Mother and son kissed again, then headed down to the kitchen.

Later, after satisfying their hunger for food, they were back in Karen's bed, kissing and caressing each other's bodies, slowly whetting their sexual appetite again.