12 comments/ 183554 views/ 71 favorites Incestory: Shacking Up By: sex2xs2 She was in my condo, sitting on my couch, my old photo album on her lap, a glass of red wine in her hand. "Hello," she said in greeting. I hadn't seen her in nearly a year and at first I almost didn't recognize her. She'd put on a little weight and her features had softened a bit but time had been very kind to her. Her hair was its natural rich shade of black, no dyes, and no highlights. She'd let it grow out and I was struck by how much her crystal blue eyes and pale skin contrasted so sharply with it - it gave her an exotic, almost Gothic, appearance. Her full breasts filled the top of a skimpy white tight tank top and it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Her jeans shorts were barely shorts but showcased her gorgeous thick legs extremely well. She was saved from looking trashy by a pair of expensive high heeled Italian sandals. "Hello, Mother," I answered, "To what do I owe the pleasure?" She sniffled and set down the wine. The album slid off of her lap and fell to the floor but she ignored it to light a cigarette. I shut the door and dropped my backpack. "How are you?" she asked, her hands shaking slightly. I couldn't tell if it was from nervousness or from alcohol. "What do you want?" I asked abruptly. She looked up at me sharply, her eyes held hurt and her lip quivered in anger. She was obviously very emotional and I felt a sharp pang of guilt for being gruff with her. "Sorry," I said, "You took me by surprise. You should've called first." "How are you?" she asked again, puffing on the cigarette. "Surprised," I replied. "Suuuuurpriiiise!" she cheered. Sometimes she had a strange sense of humor when she drank. She picked up the wine and sipped it, her bright eyes flicking up to mine then away again quickly. "Get a glass and join me," she suggested patting the couch beside her. "I don't drink wine," I replied, "That's Sara's." "You're still with that ... with her?" she asked incredulously, "I'd have thought you'd wised up by now." It wasn't a secret that Sara disliked her and it was obvious that the feeling was mutual. I guess that Sara was always a little intimidated by my mother. The fact that my mother was a drunk didn't make it easy to defend her. "I'm an adult, Mom," I laughed, walking to the closet to take off my jacket, "I can choose my girlfriends and I do like to have sex occasionally." I hoped that if I was obnoxious enough she'd decide to leave before my girlfriend came over. It was an immature way to go about it but I didn't know what else to do. "Real sex?" she asked sarcastically. I looked at her sideways: "What other kind is there?" She smiled at me condescendingly in response. "I doubt that you know what real sex is." I felt a surge of adrenaline and a feeling I hadn't experienced in a long time ... not since the last time I'd seen her. It was a strange mixture of shame, guilt, and frustration: Shame at the slutty way she acted when she drank; guilt for the way it made me feel when she did; frustration at the fact that I couldn't do anything about it. "You're drunk again," I admonished. "Not yet," she laughed, "but I'm working on it." She'd started drinking heavily when I was about thirteen. Dad had forced her to quit her job and stay home. He'd inherited a small Biotech firm with military contracts. It was more than enough income for the household and he'd insisted that she should find other ways to fill her time ... social events and such. Mom wasn't the Society type. Her drinking became heavy and more frequent until eventually; it wasn't uncommon to see her staggering around the house, like she was now ... barely dressed, obnoxious, with a glass of booze in her hand. "Can you be polite to me at least?" she asked. "Whatever," I tossed my jacket rather than bothering to try to hang it up and walked into the kitchenette. She followed me with her eyes like she was tracking a target. "I don't know what I did to make you hate me. I always thought that I was a good mother to you." "You were," I lied. She smiled at me nervously. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm sorry for ... for whatever." She stubbed out the cigarette and sipped the wine again. I looked at her for a moment. She was blind to the effect her drinking had on her ... and to the effect it had on me. "I don't hate you, alright!" I stammered, "I had a hard day. Sara's gonna be here soon and she's hard enough to deal with without adding you and a bottle of vodka to the mix." "That's it, isn't it?" she lit another cigarette, "That little slut finally managed to turn you against me!" "You turned me against you," I said evenly though the words made me cringe as I spoke them. She looked at me seriously for a moment and stood up abruptly. "Alright, fine," she said, her voice cracking with emotion, "I'll find a motel then." "What?" I asked, "Why would you do that?" A tear ran down her cheek. "I left your Father, okay?" she cried, "And your being a total shit to me!" I didn't believe it. We both knew she couldn't make it on her own - she didn't have the means or the discipline to take care of herself - at least not at the standard she'd grown accustomed to. She would have to be extremely desperate to leave him. It was more likely that she was lying and he'd finally thrown her out. "What happened?" I asked, not really expecting an honest answer. The tears became a flood and she sobbed. I instantly forgot whatever I'd been mad at her for. I couldn't stay strong in the face of her anguish and rushed to her, took her arms, and pulled her into a hug. "He's cheating on me!" she sobbed into my shoulder, "I'm so fucking angry ... I don't know what to do ... where else to go." My intention was to comfort her. Sara was tiny and thin like a ballerina, Mom was soft and warm. I found myself enjoying holding her in a more intimate way than was probably appropriate. "I'm sorry," I said sincerely, "I didn't know that you'd split up." She didn't seem uncomfortable at my sudden closeness, as a matter of fact; she dropped the cigarette into the ashtray and pulled me more tightly to her. "It's alright," she sniffled, "Can I stay or not?" "You got any bags?" "What you see is all I have," she stated, wiping her eyes with the backs of her hands, "For now anyway. I can probably get stuff from the house tomorrow." I should have felt the way that most kids do when they find out that their parents have split - I realized that on a conscious level but instead I felt an odd sense of relief. "Please," she whispered, "I really need you right now." I'd spent a lot of time as a teenager trying to cover up for her and clean up after her ... just to try to avoid my father being upset at her. I guess I was just trying to keep the peace. In a strange way, I'd missed it, missed her drama, missed the way she'd needed me. She was my Mom and despite her failings; I couldn't help but feel that I still had an obligation to help her. "I only have the one bed," I informed her, "I don't think you'll like the couch much, it's not very comfortable." She regained her composure, let me go, and plopped back on the couch "I'm sure it will be fine," she said quietly. "Sara won't be happy." "You think she'll mind us shacking up?" she laughed. She ran her hands through her thick hair to put it up in a ponytail and I couldn't help but stare at her body. "Are you going to be alright?" she asked. I realized suddenly that I was staring at her tits and looked away quickly in shame. When I looked back at her she was watching me intently with a wry smile on her lips. "I don't think I'll need more than a day or two," she picked up the wine glass again; "I really do appreciate it." She held the glass up to toast our arrangement. "Cheers." I had a strange feeling that I'd just bitten off more than I could chew. ***************************** I spotted her a few hundred dollars to buy some of the things she'd need. She promised she'd pick up some Chinese on her way home. I spent the time trying to figure out how I was going to smooth things with Sara. ***************************** Sara came by while she was gone and noticed the lipstick stained glass and cigarettes in the ashtray. "What the fuck!" she screamed at me. "Relax," I laughed, "My Mother was here." "What does she want?" "Look," I brushed her thin blonde hair away from her forehead and kissed her around the eyes to try to soothe her, "She needs a place to stay for a little while and I told her she could crash here." "Hah!" Sara laughed, pushing me away abruptly, "I knew that lush would pull some shit like this." "What do you mean?" "Women's intuition!" I looked at her confused. "Look," she said, "It took me a year to get you to move out." "So?" "You know as well as I do that she didn't want you to leave and now she's horning in on you so that she can be in control of you again." "She's not in control of me!" I protested, "She never was." "Whatever!" she stepped back a step, "I've seen the way she acts around you ... and if I didn't know how much of a pussy you are I'd swear you'd fuck her!" "You're jealous of my Mother?" "Tell me you wouldn't fuck her!" she put her hands on her hips, "Shit, I'd fuck her!" "Your nuts! I only want you, Sara!" She grabbed my dick through my pants and squeezed hard. "Prove it!" she challenged. "What?" She squeezed my dick harder and twisted: "Show me!" "Ow, Shit!" I grabbed her hair and spun her around forcing her face first into the wall. She ground her ass back against me lustily. "That's it!" she laughed. "Sara, come on," I pleaded; I wasn't particularly in the mood at the moment. "Don't be such a mama's boy!" I yanked up her shirt to expose the tattoo across the small of her back. "I'm not the one with the 'Daddy's Girl' tramp stamp on my ass!" I teased running my finger along the edge of the ink. She twisted her head and bit my wrist hard. "Ow, Bitch!" She was provoking me, she always seemed to want me to be mad at her when we fucked, and it always seemed to work. "Why are you always ...?" She was impatient and pushed her jeans and her panties down together. "Are you gonna fuck me or do you gotta ask your mom if it's okay now?" she sneered. "Stop, Sara ..." She reached back and unsnapped my pants one handed, reached into my jeans, and fished out my hardening cock. "Are you saving this for her? Are you a Motherfucker now?" She finally got the reaction she wanted from me. "You really want me to fuck you?" I aimed my dickhead at her sphincter. "Fucking duuuuh!" "Alright, then." I shoved my cock completely into her asshole in one solid thrust. "Ow! Shit!" she cried out in shock. "How's that?" I asked. She gasped like a fish out of water and tensed reflexively around the cock buried in her ass for a few seconds before finally relaxing enough to unclamp. She wasn't a stranger to anal sex ... I'd just taken her by surprise. She looked over her shoulder and forced a smile. "Is it in yet?" I let my anger completely go this time. If she wanted to get fucked rough ... well now I was willing to oblige her. I pounded into her ass mercilessly. She responded by fingering herself in rhythm with my thrusts, swirling her hips and moaning. "There ya go!" she hissed, "Fuck my ass!" I sensed her reaching orgasm - a slight quivering that started in her abdomen and moved up her spine. I let it go when she peaked, my cum filling her tiny ass and running down her legs as she ground her fingers over her pussy and panted. "Happy now?" I asked her as she wound down. "Sure," she pushed off the wall forcing me to let her go, "Who wouldn't be happy that their boyfriend is living with their slut mommy." "She's my mother!" I laughed. "Exactly!" Sara announced as she pulled up her jeans without bothering to clean up my cum, "She's got lots of money; I'm sure she could've made other arrangements." She had a good point. ***************************** I watched my mom across the table as she twirled her noodles and slurped them down noisily. She noticed me watching her and guiltily wiped her mouth with a napkin. "Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked. I hadn't realized I was looking at her in any particular way. "Like what?" She smiled and lifted a forkful of noodles, opened her mouth wide, maneuvered the lowest hanging noodles onto her tongue, tilted her head back, tilted the fork down, and slurped the noodles into her mouth between pursed lips. She smiled that wry smile again, looked me in the eyes, and dramatically swallowed the noodles in one dramatic gulp. I felt myself blush. "Like that!" she laughed, pointing the fork at me. I looked down at my plate embarrassed. "What happened with Dad?" I asked to change the subject. "I told you," she stated. "I can't believe he'd cheat on you ... I mean ... you're still so beautiful ... even at your age." She looked at me tenderly. "You have to take care of me now," she suggested, peering at me through her bangs, "since I'm getting so old." "So much for dating for the rest of my life, huh?" I laughed. "Eat," she ordered, "You're too skinny." ***************************** My eyes popped open. I'd been startled awake by a sound ... I knew that sound ... It was the sound of my cheap bed's springs squeaking. I rolled over on the couch and looked at the cable box. It was a little after two in the morning. I sat up and listened. The sound of the springs was slow and rhythmic and I guessed right away that she had to be masturbating. My cock hardened and I rolled onto my back listening to the sounds of my bed creaking, trying to imagine what my Mother was doing to herself ... in my bed ... in my sheets. I found myself rubbing my dick, imagining that I was standing over her on the bed, watching her fuck herself. The squeaking gradually increased in frequency until, suddenly, it ceased. I dropped my cock guiltily and pulled the covers over my head. It took a long time to fall back asleep. ***************************** I startled awake again. It was early morning and she was in the kitchenette going through the cabinets. I could see her clearly due to the street light behind my building shining through the blinds. She was so short that she didn't have a choice but to try to balance herself on the edge of the counter to try to reach the top shelves. She was wearing one of my long t-shirts. The shirt would have only just covered her ass under normal circumstances but now I could clearly see her thick sexy legs and panties when she stretched. I felt myself stiffen at the sight of her exposed heart-shaped ass and the way her fat tits were outlined by my shirt as she struggled to pull herself up over the counter. She must have sensed me watching her and looked over her shoulder at me. "Damn, why did you put the coffee up so high?" she whined. "Sorry," I sat up but would have to wait a moment or two for my morning wood to subside a little before I would be willing to attempt to help her. She let herself drop down off the counter and leaned against it crossing her arms impatiently. "Do I have to ask you to help me?" she admonished. "No," I laughed, "I just need a minute to ... to clear my mind." She smiled, looked down, shook her head, and put her fingertips to her forehead. "Look, I'm your mother," she sighed, "I've seen your stuff more than a few times. Hell, I even touched it once or twice, believe it or not!" Hearing my mom talking about touching my penis made it jerk and stiffen even more. "You're not helping!" I told her. She shot me a look from under her thick black bangs and smiled again. "Hurry up," she laughed, "I've got things to do today." I decided that it wasn't going to go down anytime soon; she obviously wasn't concerned that I was at full-mast, so I tossed aside the covers and stood. Her eyes wondered over my body for a moment before she looked down with a guilty expression. I felt a rush at the way her eyes had lingered on my stiff cock for just a split second longer than was probably necessary. "Well, come on," she said. Walking across the living room under her gaze was definitely the most awkward experience I'd ever experienced. The hormones and adrenaline coursing through my veins made my heart pound and my muscles tense. I felt like I was on stage in my underwear. She stepped aside to let me get to the cabinets but she was still close enough for me to feel the warmth radiating from her skin. I got the coffee and set it on the counter. "Sugar too." I got the sugar and set it on the counter. "Thank you," she said and leaned up to kiss my cheek and ended up pressing her body into me, her tits mashing against my chest, her hip brushing my stiff cock. "Anytime," I mumbled and pulled away from her. She watched me return to the couch and cover up. "Sweet dreams," she said sweetly. I rolled over so my back was to her. There wasn't any possibility of me going back to sleep now. ***************************** Thoughts of her tormented me all of the following day. It was like being a freshman in high school again. Every time I let my mind wonder for just a moment it would dredge up her image and my dick would thicken in my trousers. I spent a lot of time at my desk for once but I still didn't manage to get any work done. I stared at my screensaver and tried to think my way through everything that was happening to me. Eventually I had no choice but to come to the only conclusion I could. I'd never considered how attached I was to my Mom before, not until Sara had made an issue out of it. Now it was painfully obvious even to me. Maybe it was the perspective of a young man rather than that of a child that caused me to realize why my Mother made me so upset all the time ... it was simple ... a simple and awful truth. Sara was right. I wanted to fuck my mother. ***************************** I stopped by Sara's to get a nut on the way home, to try to do something about the state I was in before I dared to spend anymore time around my Mom. Her Father was still home so I had to play 'Mr. Nice Boyfriend' for a few hours until it was time for him to report for duty. He was a Texas State Trooper on the nightshift so, fortunately, I knew he wouldn't be around long enough to get in the way of me boning his daughter. He knew my Father from the club and sometimes they played a few holes of golf together in the summer ... as a matter of fact, that's how I'd met Sara in the first place. Our Father's had kind of pushed us into dating ... she'd been recently dumped by her college sweetheart and I'd never had a girlfriend so I guess it just made sense at the time. I don't think either of us ever really cared for each other. It all always seemed a matter of convenience more than anything. She pleaded for me to stay the night after I fucked her but I begged out saying I had to help my Mom get settled in at the condo. That didn't sit well with her and our night ended with her slamming the door behind me as I left. The sad part about it all was that I felt more frustrated after fucking her then I had to begin with. ***************************** Mom was passed out on the couch wearing one of my shirts for a nightshirt again. There were two empty wine bottles on the table and the ashtray was overflowing. The TV was tuned to a channel that specialized in late night soft porn and I had to wonder what she'd been up to while I was gone. "Mom?" I called her softly to see if she would respond. Incestory: Shacking Up She was on her side and was using her arms for a pillow. "Mom?" I said a bit louder. She was out cold. I let my eyes wander over her sexy body. I imagined lifting the shirt to expose her ass and rolling her onto her belly, mounting her from behind, fucking her whether she liked it or not. I had to shake my head to clear the thoughts from my mind. This was my mother. I couldn't just fuck her and expect things to be okay the next day. I sighed to myself and scooped her up to take her to the bed. She was lighter than she looked or my adrenaline was giving me extra strength because she seemed as light as a child. She wrapped her arms around my neck and nuzzled her face into my shoulder. I managed to maneuver her into the bedroom and set her down without banging her into anything but when I went to pull away she gripped my arms tightly and opened her eyes. "Hey," she said quietly, "Thanks." "No problem," I tried to pull away again but she held onto me. "Stay for a minute, okay?" she asked. My dick jerked up my leg and my heart pounded. "I don't think that's a good idea," I replied. She let me go and rolled over on to her side. She started shaking and it took me a moment to realize she was crying silently to herself. "Mom?" I asked, my heart wrenching in empathy, "Mom, stop, please." She waved me away and covered her face with her hands. I lay down behind her and wrapped my arm around her waist. She quickly put her arm over mine to hold it to her and scooted back so that we were spooning. She turned her head back to me and kissed me gently on my brow. Tears stained her cheeks. "Hold me for a minute, please?" she asked. She pulled my arm around her, under her big soft titties. "Okay," I said. "Run your fingers through my hair like you used to," she whispered. "I'm not a child anymore," I said. "Goddamnit!" she hissed, "Can't you just be nice to me!" I relented and nestled into her soft warm body, held her, and gently ran my fingers through her soft hair. ***************************** I guess I'd fallen asleep and kicked my pants and shoes off sometime during the night because I awoke to the sensation of my stiff penis planted firmly between my mother's thighs. She was gently rolling her hips and generous soft ass against me, stimulating herself. My boxers were stretched to the limit and I could feel the heat of her pussy through her cotton panties as she stroked her clit over the tip of my penis. I froze and gasped at the sensation. She froze as well, my sudden tension startling her. I shifted my hips back so that there was space between us. She slid herself back so that we were pressed together again almost immediately. I pulled away once more, rolling swiftly onto my back and lying motionless, my cock tenting the sheets, precum spreading across the crotch of my boxers. She abruptly rolled away from me, onto her belly, ripping the sheets and blanket away from me in the process so that I was completely uncovered. I sat up on my elbows and looked down at her. She'd wrapped herself up in a way that if I wanted to cover back up, I'd have to lie down against her. "Mom?" I listened for a response but only heard her soft shallow breathing ... if she wasn't asleep; she was doing a fine job of imitating it. I had to wonder if she realized who was in the bed with her. Maybe she was too drunk to know where she was. Maybe she thought I was someone else. I slipped out of the bed and found my way to the couch. ***************************** When I came home from work she was sitting on the couch wrapped only in a long white bath towel, her hair wrapped up in a smaller matching towel. She was glistening from bath oils and her humid rosy scent filled the apartment. I felt a rush of adrenaline and a sharp intake of breath. My cock stiffened in my pants and I had to consciously stop myself from walking across the living room and ripping the towel off of her right then and there. She looked up at me sideways and smiled as she reached up to adjust the towel drying her hair. The towel that barely covered her body slid up her thighs and stretched taught over her breasts. "Hello," she said, "how was work?" "Fine," I replied mechanically. "Do you mind shutting the door?" she asked. "Sorry," I let the door swing shut. "I was thinking that maybe you and I should go out somewhere tonight," she stretched to reach for a cigarette and the towel forced her breasts together giving me a great shot of her cleavage. "We should get a good meal at a good restaurant somewhere." "A date?" I asked half-joking. "Sure!" she laughed, "Dinner and drinks?" "And a walk by the lake?" She arched an eyebrow at me. "A romantic stroll with a handsome young man?" she asked, "It's my lucky night." "It's only romantic if you hold my hand," I laughed. "If you're sweet enough," she said, "I might even let you kiss me goodnight!" My heart raced. "I'll do my best then." **************************** We ate dinner at a relatively upscale restaurant down by the lake, a restaurant that she'd always loved. Mom was dressed up in a short knee length skirt and soft blue blouse that matched her eyes. Her hair was done up in a ponytail and bun style updo that allowed most of her beautiful long thick black hair to cascade down her back. She was beautiful. She'd made me wear my slacks and a nice shirt and I was glad I did, I imagined that we appeared to be a distinguished couple out for a nice dinner and drinks - rather than a kid and his mom out for a bite to eat. I noticed nearly every man in the restaurant steal glances at her and I felt a great pride in knowing this gorgeous creature was here with me. "I'm sorry," she said as she finished off her glass of wine. "For what?" "I'm sorry if I've caused you problems with your girlfriend." I looked at her and smiled. "No," I took a sip of the Vodka Collins she'd ordered for me and took one of her cigarettes from the pack on the table, "I enjoy your company more." She giggled and leaned forward to light my cigarette. I couldn't resist letting my eyes wander over her gorgeous breasts as she did so. She caught my gaze, her bright blue eyes shining out from behind her dark bangs, and smiled a strange little smile at me. "Let's get out of here and find somewhere fun!" she suggested. "I'm close to tapped," I said, "Sorry." She whipped a Platinum card from her handbag. "Your father hasn't cancelled the cards yet," she smiled wickedly; "I believe he owes his wife a night out." ***************************** I didn't drink nearly as much as my mother and she still ended up having to drive by the time we'd hit our third bar. I was too plastered to think clearly and let her set the agenda. I was really enjoying being with her for the first time that I could remember. Actually, I was enjoying myself more than any time I could remember. We ended up at a strip club called Charlie's just before last call. ***************************** We sat at a small round table, side by side near the stage. Mom scooted her chair so we were close. Her legs were crossed towards me, her foot under my calf, her elbow on the back of my chair, her hand on my shoulder - an intimate position, one that signaled a sense of ownership to the hungry-eyed dancers as they made their rounds through the tables to collect their tips. None of them bothered to go out of their way to flirt with me or try to hustle us. I left a small stack of dollars out on the table just in case. Our waitress was cute with long curly brown hair and was dressed up in a sexy little pink camisole with ribbons in her hair. She made eyes at my mother when she stopped at our table. "Welcome to Charlie's!" she shouted over the music, "Are you here to audition?" My mother beamed up at her and I felt my jaw drop. "It's Amateur Night, you know," she added, "There's only a set or two left." "You think I'd stand a chance?" Mom asked, "I'm not as young and pretty as I used to be." The girl laughed sarcastically and pulled out her pen and pad. "Baby, you got nothin' to worry about ... shit; my mom's up next set," she laughed, "What're you drinking?" ***************************** The girl's Mom looked good and had a body much like my own mother's. She moved professionally, sensually, and worked the pole better than most of the girls half her age. I felt myself getting worked up about the time my mother started to gently caress the back of my calf with her foot. "You like her?" she asked me. "Who?" I asked dumbly. "The stripper, Silly," she asked, leaning to my ear, "She's not too old for you is she?" "Not at all." My mother leaned back, sipped her Gin and Tonic, and lit a cigarette. "Would you fuck her if you had the chance?" I shot her a look. I'd never heard her swear like that before. "I'm already shacking up with someone." She smiled like a love struck little girl and batted her beautiful eyes at me. "Then why don't you act like it," she took my hand and guided it down between her crossed legs about mid thigh. It felt natural and pleasant, not the creepy I'd imagined the first hundred times I'd thought about touching her beautiful legs tonight. She lifted her ass off of the seat and tugged the skirt up a bit to allow my hand better access. "Mom ..." "Shush!" she giggled. The waitress stopped by with another drink for my Mother and knelt down beside her. "She's beautiful, isn't she?" she asked referring to her own mother on the stage. My mother nodded and smiled: "Very nice!" The girl dropped her eyes to see my hand caressing my Mother's thigh then looked away politely. "My name's Lilith ... that's Eve," she nodded towards the stage, "I can talk to Charlie and get you a set if you want me to." I choked on my beer and the girl laughed. "What's the matter?" she asked me, "You don't like the idea of your woman making some real cash?" I didn't know what to say and just shook my head in response. My mother turned to her. "How much cash are we talking about?" Lilith leaned in close and smiled conspiratorially at her. "Five Hundred a night on the weekends ... easy. Plus you always get some perks, y'know, credit cards, jewelry, cars, et cetera." "I'll consider it," Mom said, smiling politely, patting the top of my hand on her thigh, "but for tonight I'm just trying to have a good time with my new boyfriend ... it's our first date." "Your call." Lilith winked at her, "Auditions are every Tuesday." ***************************** I awoke with a start. I was only in my boxers and my mother was in the nightshirt and panties again. I was on the verge of cumming ... my cock was free of my boxers and buried between her thighs, her hot moist cotton covered mound gently, almost imperceptibly, sliding up and down my shaft as she softly rolled her hips. I didn't pull away this time but concentrated on holding back to let her continue. I wanted to fuck her so bad it was insane but I didn't want to do anything to disrupt the pleasure I was experiencing at this very moment. She began to shudder in a quiet orgasm as I tensed against her and strained to relax before I came between her thighs. I held out just until she was finished then swiftly rolled out of bed and hovered over the trashcan as quietly as I could manage. I barely made it - shooting load after load of hot semen into the receptacle. My head swam and I leaned into the side table from the realization that I'd just nutted by dry humping my own mother. When I was calm enough to breathe quietly, I slipped back into the bed as gently as I could. Apparently, I wasn't stealthy enough and she looked over her shoulder at me. "Why didn't you just put it in my mouth?" she mumbled drunkenly before abruptly yanking the covers away from me and rolling onto her side. I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling with my cock tenting my shorts, shivering in the cool night air. ***************************** I woke up with a pounding headache. She was in the kitchenette making breakfast. I could smell eggs and bacon and hear her rattling around in the drawers. I dressed and did my morning routine, dreading the awkward moment that was inevitably going to occur soon made me sweat proffusely but I pushed the fear aside and strolled into the kitchen for some coffee as if everything was normal. She sat at the table, a Bloody Mary in front of her, a cigarette in one hand, a fork pushing the pile of eggs on her plate around absently. She looked up and smiled at me. She was still in the nightshirt and I had a feeling that if she was drinking at eight in the morning she'd probably still be in the nightshirt, passed out again, when I got home. "How do you feel?" she asked, lifting a forkful of eggs to her lips before changing her mind and dumping them back onto the plate, "Are you hungry?" "I don't usually drink that much," I was glad that we were able to start off with a somewhat normal conversation, "I must have blacked out 'cause I don't remember a damn thing." She smiled up at me and sipped her drink. "Too bad ... It was a very nice date," she said. I walked to the door and grabbed my backpack. "Wait a second!" she cried. "What?" I asked impatiently, wincing in pain from my throbbing head. She dropped the fork, stood, and rushed to me. "You forgot something," she said. "What?" She took my face in her hands and kissed my lips tenderly. "You forgot to give me my goodnight kiss," she giggled. ***************************** When I came home she wasn't there. She'd left a note on the coffee table. It said: "Charlie's" ***************************** She was sitting with Lilith and Eve at a small table near the ATM in the back of the club. She had her hair up in a Victorian style bun, long curls of her thick hair cascading down her back. She'd done her makeup well for the low light, paying extra attention to accenting her full lips with carefully crafted shades of gloss. She wore a purple satin slip dress with thin straps. The satin clung to her breasts and outlined her large, obviously hard nipples. Her thick sexy legs were bare practically to her hips and I knew that if she uncrossed her legs there would be no way to avoid seeing her panties. I would've stuffed all of my money in her garter - if she'd been wearing one. Lilith sat on her left in a school girl pleated skirt and button-up blouse, unbuttoned and tied up at her waist to show off her young flat navel and belly button ring. Her Mother, Eve, sat on Mom's right in a long silver pareo style wrap that exposed her breasts when she gestured with her hands. Lilith saw me first and the look she gave me wasn't exactly unfriendly. Her mother caught her gaze and turned to look at me as well. "Hey, Sexy," Lilith said. I ignored her and waited for my mother to acknowledge me. She was talking animatedly to Eve but stopped suddenly when she realized she'd lost her audience. She looked up at me and beamed. She sprang from her chair, wrapped herself around me, and kissed me like a lover. I could taste alcohol on her breath. "You're just in time!" she cried. "For what?" I asked. "I'm doing a set!" "A set of what?" I asked. "I'm going up on the stage, Silly!" she announced, "They're getting off afterwards; we're going to hang out!" "I'll see you back at the condo then," I offered. "No!" she laughed, "You're coming with us!" Eve smiled conspiratorially: "I got some goodies too!" "Watch me!" she grabbed my hands and pulled me close so her lips were to my ear, "I'm gonna dance for you." ***************************** I sat near the back. It was Tuesday, so at a table was the last place you wanted to be if the place was empty - well, the last place you'd want to be if you were a "mark". Apparently, being friendly with Eve and Lilith gave me a kind of status which kept the rest of the girl's clustered around the few patrons at the bar. The lights dimmed and a spotlight came on. "Alright, Gentleman," a voice from a hidden DJ booth boomed, "We gotta hot number fresh off the turnip wagon and she's decided she wants to show you a good time!" The music started thumping ... something European that I didn't recognize. "Give it up for Eris!" Eris? That was a name I'd never heard before. She strolled onto the stage like she owned it. She'd gotten an outfit from Eve ... an Eighteenth century costume complete with bonnet and Sheppard's crook - she looked like a Gothic "Little Bo Peep". My dick jumped in my pants and my heart raced! She was perfect, not as thin as Lilith or as thick as Eve but an almost perfect blend of the two body types. She locked her eyes on me and danced. She spun around the pole and actually pulled a trick; she caught the pole with her crook and let herself spin slowly and gracefully to the ground, when she got there she wrapped a leg around the pole and undulated her hips while arcing her back. The dress fell away to expose her beautiful freshly shaved glistening pussy. My eyes darted from her pussy to the crowd of men who'd suddenly discovered that they had a few extra dollars to toss on the stage. The scowls of the other dancers at the bar was sign enough that my Mother was rocking the house within thirty seconds of her first set. Lilith slid in the seat next to me and pressed into me. "Fucking A!" she laughed, "You guys conned us!" "What do you mean?" "That bitch has definitely danced before ... no fucking shit!" I was shocked but she was right. No one ever danced like that their first time - or even their hundredth. The feel of Lilith's hand on my cock snapped my attention away from the stage. "No!" she pushed my face back, "watch her." As my mother moved through her set, she kept her eyes on me, watching me as Lilith reach into my pants through my zipper and extracted my cock. "Wait ...!" I started to protest but Lilith cut me off. "Shut up already, Dude," she snapped, "She wants you to enjoy her dance!" The long thin hand stroking me as I watched became my Mommy's pussy in my mind - the slick bald cunt swirling an inch from the pole as she bent over and bounced her ass at me was milking me vigorously under the table. Within a few seconds I was cumming uncontrollably - Lilith grabbed Mom's empty wine glass from the table and directed my load of jizz into it just in time. "Yeah," she purred in my ear, "she's fucking hot alright" I finished just as my Mom's set did, just before the lights came back up. Lilith stuffed me back in my pants and held the glass up to admire the amount of sperm she'd collected. "Here," she slipped a pill between my lips, "this is the good shit." "What are you going to do with that?" I asked, smiling at my own wit, "Make a deposit at the sperm bank." "That ... or save it for dessert," she laughed. Mom sauntered off the stage leaving the money the men had tossed out, at least a hundred Dollars, scattered around the stage. She stood up and looked down at me with a serious expression on her face. "Don't run off now ... I'm up next." Well, I thought to myself, as she walked off with the nearly half-full glass of cum, at least she'd get some extra cash for her effort. The rest of the night seemingly compressed into a swirling typhoon of hedonistic visions and sensations: thunderous base beats; swirling colors; soft luscious sexy steamy bodies writhing together; undulating forms engulfed in pulsing smoke-filled neon beams; fingers probing, soothing, and caressing; long silky black hair; soft flesh; beautiful piercing lust-filled crystal eyes. Incestory: Shacking Up ***************************** I came around with my head swimming, my heart racing, and my cock buried between my Mother's thighs - pressed against her wet steaming vagina. The slip dress was bunched up at her waist and she wasn't wearing panties. My penis had somehow managed to work its way out of the boxers and between her legs during the night so that we were as close to fucking as you could get and not actually be doing it. Precum coated the inside of her thighs and I was reflexively pumping my hips so close to cumming I could barely contain it. "I'm sorry," I gasped and let her go of her waist, pulling my dripping cock from between her wet thighs before it was too late. "You don't have to stop!" she said urgently, reaching back over her shoulder and pulling my head back to hers so we were cheek to cheek, "If you need to cum ... it's okay." "What?" I asked in shock. I pulled away abruptly, fear and an overwhelming flood of emotions confusing me. "It's alright, Baby!" she laughed, "I'm your mother!" "What?" I asked again, my mind refusing to understand the words I was hearing. If anything, that was precisely why I shouldn't be rubbing my cock on her. I flipped over onto my back and stared at the ceiling. This couldn't really be happening ... it was another wet dream about her ... the only kind of wet dream I'd ever had. She rolled to me and laid her head on my shoulder, her tits mashing against my chest and arm. "You're rejecting me?" she asked with a hurt tone to her voice, "We just started dating and you're over me already?" Not a dream ... the hot body pressed against me was more real than anything I'd ever felt touch me before. "You're fucked up!" I protested weakly, "Whatever that shit was ..." "I'll help you," she murmured and reached under the covers. "Mom!" She gripped my slick hard cock in her cool hand and started jerking me in long slow strokes. "It's okay," she whispered in my ear, "Let Mommy make you feel better." I couldn't help myself ... the sensation of her experienced hand on my cock was overwhelming my senses, smashing the barriers of my inhibition, literally pulling me into a world I longed for but was too terrified of to willingly accept. "Mom, please!" I protested again but found myself swirling my hips to match her strokes regardless. Her hand picked up speed as she kissed my neck under my chin. "Just relax, okay? Mommy's in charge now." "You're gonna make me cum!" "That's the idea," she giggled. I felt myself reaching climax just as she slipped her head under the covers. "Mommy!" I blurted out as I unleashed the first of several massive spurts over her cheek and lips. She caught the rest in her mouth, puckering her lips over the head and swirling her tongue around the tip as I moaned and thrust, each shot of cum an intense heart-pounding ecstatic taboo pleasure - the intensity compounded a thousand times by the realization that I was cumming in my mother's mouth. When the spurts wound down, she kept suction around the tip of my cock and jerked me into her mouth until she was satisfied that I was completely drained. She sat up and spit the cum she hadn't been able to swallow into her palm before rolling off the bed to dispose of it in trashcan. "Take out that bin tomorrow ... it's gonna start to stink," she said. I rolled over onto my side panting and watched her. She wiped her face and hands with a few tissues from a box on the nightstand. "That wasn't so terrible was it?" she asked. "No," I admitted. She climbed back into the bed, crawled to me, and rolled me over onto my back so that she was straddling me. I could feel her hot wet pussy on my chest through my t-shirt. "Do you love Mommy?" she asked. "Yes!" I replied. "Do you want to show Mommy how much you love her?" she asked me. "Yes!" She climbed up my body until she was straddling my face, her beautiful glistening pussy hovering an inch or two above my lips. "That's sweet," she said and lowered herself onto my mouth. ***************************** I woke up extremely early; the sun wasn't up and my alarm wouldn't go off for at least another hour. I could sense that she was gone. I went to the bedroom to check on her and my suspicion was confirmed. She'd left sometime during the night. I lay down on the bed in her spot. I could still smell her perfume in the sheets and I couldn't resist the urge to stroke myself - I wanted my Mommy. I stroked myself and conjured images of her in my mind ... I pumped my hips and imagined what it would feel like to fuck her, to plant my seed in the same fertile soil that I'd sprung from. Just as I found myself approaching climax there was a sudden banging on the door - I recognized the sharp knock ... it was Sara. "Shit!" I dropped my cock and found my pants and shoes at the foot of the bed and pulled them on quickly. When I opened the door, Sara pushed past me and strolled in to look around. She was dressed in her school uniform, a blue vest and short grey skirt ensemble that the private college she attended forced their students to wear. She hated it ... I thought it was kind of sexy. "So where is she?" she asked. "She's not here," I told her. She turned around and glared at me with her hands on her hips. "So where is she?" she asked again. "How should I know," I replied, "I don't keep track of her - and why do you care?" She seemed perplexed for a moment. "Don't you have classes to go to?" I asked. "Not for another hour." Sara noticed my hard dick bulging in my pants. "Is that for me?" A sick part of me wanted to tell her I was stiff from jerking off and thinking about my mother but the more self preserving instincts prevailed and I lied. "Of course!" She pushed me back, all the way to the bedroom, and shoved me down onto the bed so my legs were on the floor but I was lying on my back. She dropped between my legs and pulled out my cock, smearing the generous precum up and down my shaft. "Wow," she said, "You're a little worked up this morning aren't you?" "Morning wood, what can I say?" She took me in her mouth, stroking my shaft with two fingers, and cupping my balls with her other hand. I lay back and enjoyed the sensation of her hot mouth on my cock. I let myself imagine that it was my mother between my legs and within a few seconds I was throbbing with the anticipation of busting a nut. Sara glared at me and spit me out. "Fuck you!" I pushed myself up on my elbows and looked at her. "What?" She dropped my cock and stood up with her hands on her hips again. "You never got that fucking excited that fucking quick when I fucking sucked you off before! I know you're fucking hot for your fucking mommy now!" It took me a moment to sort out what she was saying. "Did you fuck her already?" she asked, "Or are you that worked up 'cause you haven't yet?" "What? You know what? Get the fuck out," I told her, "I don't need your shit anymore - you're a fucking psycho." She spun around to walk out but stopped suddenly and looked at me over her shoulder. "I guess you don't want me anymore!" She took a few more steps before stopping again. "You're really not going to try to stop me?" she asked incredulously. "No." "You're choosing ... her over me?" "I guess so." "I knew it, Motherfucker!" She stormed out, slamming the door behind her. ***************************** I found the pair of panties my mother had been wearing last night in the laundry basket. They were still moist and her musky scent permeated the material. I held her panties to my lips and inhaled her fragrance as I beat off - when I came I used the panties as my cum rag, smearing the moist cotton material up and down my shaft as I filled the crotch with generous globs of my sticky sperm. ***************************** She wasn't there when I got home. She hadn't been back to the condo all day. Her cell went straight to voicemail. Terror and guilt flooded me and I wondered if she'd decided to leave because of what had happened between us. I couldn't believe the pain I experienced at the thought that she'd left me. ***************************** I checked Charlie's first. Happy hour was still another hour off and it was dead. The stage was empty, Eve was at the bar sipping a soda. I slid into the stool next to her and smiled politely. "She's not here," she said, anticipating my question. "Any idea where she might be?" I asked. "Listen, Baby," she leaned close so she wouldn't have to shout over the music, "You're in over your head." She pulled a cigarette from her handbag and lit it with a half-used pack of matches someone had left on the bar. "You're much better off letting her go." "That's not an option," I stated. "You love her that much?" she asked suspiciously. "More than you can imagine!" She studied my eyes and saw the intensity of the hurt that being separated from her was causing me. "Too bad," she chuckled, "Lil's gonna be disappointed." "I'll make it up to her," I suggested. "You want my advice?" she asked. "Please." She took another drag off of the cigarette and blew the smoke into my face. "If you're serious, I mean really serious about her, then you gotta be willing to fight for it - for your relationship with her. It's never gonna be fucking easy and the fight's never gonna be fucking over." She sipped her drink. "Even after you think you've won - especially then - that's when you have to hold on to her tooth and nail no matter what ... Understand?" "Yes," I replied. She dropped the cigarette into the ashtray. "Are you up for it?" "Yes," I said emphatically. She studied me for a moment and sipped her drink again before looking up at the clock. "Is she upset?" "Probably," I hoped not, and if she was, I hoped it wasn't at me. "Women always run to the last place that felt like home when they're upset," she spun in her stool to face me, "That's where she'll be." "Thanks," I said. "Sure, Baby," she smiled at me and slid a card out of her handbag, scribbled something on it with an eyeliner pen, and presented it to me "Tell your mom to call me when you find her." I took the card without looking at and left. ***************************** I knew where to look now and swung by my parent's house. Her car was there. She was sitting on her bed in her bedroom ... well, what used to be her bedroom anyway. She was crying. I knocked on the door jam to get her attention. She turned quickly, her shoulders tensed as if she was ready to throw herself at me and strike me. When she realized who I was, she relaxed and turned her back to me again and resumed crying. I walked around the bed and sat next to her. She held an empty bottle of vodka in one hand and a pair of tiny blue thong panties in the other ... panties I recognized ... Sara's panties ... I'd bought them for her myself at a lingerie store in the mall. "Now you know," she held up the panties for me to see, "Your Father's fucking your girlfriend." "Figures," I said. "You see," she said. She tossed the panties onto my lap, "That little slut isn't satisfied with just having you ... or even her own father for that matter." "What do you mean?" I asked. I didn't want to be with Sara anymore but it still stung to find out she was cheating on me with my father - and if I'd heard my mother right, she was in an incestuous relationship with her own father as well. "I was trying to protect you," she absently ran her hand up and down my thigh; "I didn't think you needed to ... wanted to know." "Why wouldn't I want to know my girlfriend was fucking her daddy?" "It's worse than you think," she said. "How can it be any worse?" I laughed. She reached over and picked up a remote control and pointed it at the wall mounted entertainment center across the room. ***************************** The blaring cacophony of wild grunts, screams, and moans shocked me at first but the video was even more disturbing. They were savaging her. That was the best way to describe it. She was handcuffed behind her back and naked. Balanced over the back of a wooden chair, my father's cock down her throat and her father's cock buried in her ass. Trooper Jensen held his daughter's lower half in the air by her legs; my father held her top half in the air by a handful of her thin blonde hair. Dad jerked her head viciously back and forth on his cock like he wasn't concerned that it was connected to her spinal cord; her father rocked her back and forth by her thin legs like she was a wheelbarrow stuck in a rut. Every few moments they would pause their brutal fucking and beat on her, my father cruelly smacked her face and swollen lips and her father spanked her in violently dramatic wide arcs across her bright red and purple little ass. Tears streamed down her cheeks but the smile on her face and the look in her eyes indicated she was in complete fucking ecstasy. The video cut to a new scene. Jensen and my Father were in a sixety-nine, Jensen on top thrusting his cock into my Dad's mouth, literally fucking his face, while he bobbed his head and slurped on Dad's meat. Sara stood over them, maniacally beating her father over the back with his own gun belt. "Yeah," she screamed at them, "Suck cock you fucking Fags! You fucking Homos!" ***************************** "Turn it off," I said, "I don't need to see anymore of it." "I kinda like it," she admitted, "I don't know why ... I should be disgusted, I know, but ... that's the best part." She flicked off the video and tossed the remote. "I'm sorry," she muttered. I should've felt something about it ... but I didn't. I didn't feel anything at all about Sara or my Father - not anymore. I probably should have been shocked at the fact that my Mom was a bit into punishment - but even that didn't seem to phase me now. "Good camera work, by the way ... who was filming?" "I'm sorry," she said again and buried her face in her hands, "God, I swear I don't know what's wrong with me!" I felt a pounding in my chest and adrenaline in my veins ... so I could feel something after all. "Go home," she said, "I shouldn't have dragged you into this ... I'm such a fucking slut!" My cock hardened and slid up my leg. I felt something alright ... I felt fucking lust ... and all that mattered to me at this moment was fucking my mother. "I love you," I told her. "Don't you get it?" she stammered in exasperation, "I'm using you!" "I love you," I told her. "Aren't you listening to me at all?" she asked. "No, You're not listening to me," I said sternly, "I told you that I love you." "Oh!" she gasped in realization, "No, you can't!" I took her shoulders, gently laid her back on the bed, and rolled on top of her. "You suck my dick and fuck my face all night and now you want to back out?" She put her hands on my chest as if to hold me back. Her eyes burned into mine and her lips parted as if she was going to speak again but she didn't. "I know you want this," I said. She looked away guiltily for a moment then seemed to come to her decision.. "Yes," she admitted, running her hands over my shoulders, "I do." I sat up on my knees and unbuttoned her jeans shorts. She lifted her ass and straightened her legs in front of me so I could slide them off easily. "I don't care about the past at all, alright ... only about what happens now." She sobbed with emotion and wiped her eyes. "Spread your legs, Mommy," I insisted. ***************************** She spread her legs at the knee and slid her heels up the bed, the fingers of both hands swirling, tugging, and caressing her pussy through the material of her shiny satin red panties. "I missed you!" she moaned, "Mommy missed you so much when you left home." She focused her fingertips on her clit and arched her back. I watched her swirl her fingers over her pussy in dumb admiration. "I didn't think you loved me anymore!" she said, "I really need you to show me that you really love me." "I really need to show you how much I love you, Mommy," I stated emphatically. She smiled that wicked smile at me and trailed her fingers lightly over her slit, pressing the satin between her thick vulva as she caressed herself. "What do you want to show me?" she asked, "What do you want to show Mommy?" I pulled out my cock and started stroking it. I was already oozing precum and spread it for lubrication over my cock as I jerked on myself. "So fucking big," she moaned, increasing the frequency of her fingers swirling over her clit. "Show me how much you love me," I begged her. "What do you want Mommy to show you?" she asked. "I want to see your tits!" She pulled her top off, her tits were full and firm with giant rosy nipples, as perfect as I'd imagined they'd be! "Fucking beautiful!" She lifted one to her lips and took the hard pink nipple into her mouth. "Oh yeah," I moaned, increasing the pace of my hand beating up and down my shaft. "You like that?" she asked, her bright eyes burning into mine to see my reaction, "You used to suck on my tit like that you know." I moaned and leaned over her, beating my cock, watching her. "And you know what?" she licked a finger and swirled it around her nipple, "It made Mommy fucking wet!" I lost control at the thought of her getting excited over me nursing on her. My nuts surged and I ejaculated then ... thick streams of cum arced through the air between us, all over her tits and face. She grabbed my cock from me and aimed it at her navel, painting herself in stripes of my glistening sperm from her panties to her neck. I bucked and moaned incoherently, my mind swirling, my heart pounding, my hips thrusting with each spurt. She moaned in response and smeared the hot cum over her tits and chest and thrust her hips at me so her pussy slid up and down the bottom of my shaft as I twitched in her grip. When I was finished, she pulled me between her legs and kissed me passionately - her luscious lips a pleasure beyond anything I'd imagined. "Fuck me," she demanded, "Fuck Mommy!" She pulled aside her panties to give me access to her beautiful glistening bald pussy. She spread her vulva with her fingers so I could see her fantastic pink hole - the very place I'd entered the world from - the very place I was going to return to at this very moment. She guided me to her entrance. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" she asked. "Yes, please!" I begged. She stroked the spongy tip along her juicy slit for a few seconds, swirling it a bit to spread her fat lips with it. I pushed, determined to be inside her. She held me firmly, completely in control of my entire being through her grip on my penis. "Easy," she warned. I nodded and tried to be patient. She relaxed her grip. I slowly, incrementally, pressed it into her. "Yeah," she whispered, "Stick your big fucking penis in Mommy's pussy!" "Oh God!" I grunted, "You're so fucking hot inside!" "Slowly!" she whispered urgently, "It's been a long time coming," she relaxed her grip on me just enough to allow me to grind against her, "Let's make it special, okay?" "Okay," I promised. She pushed her hips up at me to guide me, panting with each tiny thrust until finally, my body was pressed completely into hers, buried completely inside her steaming cunt. Her big soft tits pressed against my chest, her nipples slowly rotating against mine. Her wide hips swirled with mine and I was amazed at the tightness of her abdomen. She was in even better shape than I'd imagined ... and to make everything even better - she was comfortably cushioned in exactly all the right places. Incestory: Shacking Up No other woman had ever fit me so perfectly. It was almost as if our bodies were designed for each other's. We rolled together in harmony, converting the slow swirling of our hips into the longer slower pistoning of my cock in her synchronously rocking cunt. I felt myself starting to shiver and quake with another orgasm, her hot cunt sucking me into her, gripping me, squeezing and milking me. My nuts churned, throbbing in anticipation. "Cum in me!" she urged, sensing my approaching orgasm, bucking frantically in her own rising ecstasy, "Cum in Mommy!" "Not yet!" I growled, more to myself than to her. I concentrated on pleasuring her, holding back desperately until she was deep into her own shivering orgasm before I let myself go. "Cum in Mommy! Now!" she cried, "Noooow!" "Moooooommmmmmy!" I moaned as I thrust and unloaded my years of frustration at long last. I poured more cum into her than I thought a pair of balls could possibly store as she gasped and jerked at the sensation of each powerful spurt inside her. "That's it, Baby," she stroked my hair and kissed my neck as she started to wind down. I collapsed on top of her as my cock continued to throb inside her, the last drops of my cum draining into her. She let her legs fall open to release me. "Let's go home, okay?" she said quietly into my ear pressing her palms into my chest again, urging me to get off of her. I pulled out and rolled off, found Sara's panties to wipe my dick, then tossed them onto the center of the bed when I was done. "Let's go." ***************************** She was washing the dishes when I got home from work. "Hello," she chirped, "Mail's on the coffee table." I grabbed the mail and joined her in the kitchen. She was naked except for a frilly apron and a pair of slutty high heeled pumps. The straps of the apron were just wide enough to cover her nipples and the rest was just low enough to cover her neatly trimmed pussy. Her lovely plump heart-shaped ass was entirely exposed. She leaned over the sink, rinsing a plate, her beautiful pussy filling the gap between her thick thighs. The pumps she wore made the muscles of her calves bulge exquisitely all the way down to her thin ankles. She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled. "I made dinner," she said, "I thought you might want to eat in tonight." "It smells great!" I could feel my stomach growl, "but I'm not ready for dinner just yet." I dropped my trousers. My cock lifted the left leg of my boxers obscenely. "I see," she laughed and turned back to the dishes, leaning a little further over the sink then necessary, "Do you want an appetizer first?" I slid behind her, my cock pulsing between her thighs, smearing her freshly shaved and oiled bald pussy with precum. "You dressed up for me?" I asked her as I dropped my boxers and stepped out of my trousers and shoes, "Or are you working at Charlie's tonight?" She dropped the dish into the sink, and pressed herself back into me. I felt her gush hot liquid as her pussy lips spread over the top of my shaft. "I wore this for you, Silly!" she said. I ran my hands over the bulge in my Mother's belly; she was nearing the end of her first trimester and so far the baby was developing perfectly. "Too bad," I said, "We could use the money." She reached back and smacked my arm playfully. "Diapers aint cheap, Eris!" "Don't worry!" she rolled her hips to slide herself along my shaft, "When I get back on the stage ... we won't be living in this dump for much longer." "Damn," I laughed, smacking her ass with the stack of junkmail, "I just changed our tag on the mailbox to Mr. and Mrs. Fitzgerald." "You're terrible!" she laughed. "I really dig this outfit." "Jenna thought you'd like it." "Who?" I couldn't keep track of all the different names the girls at Charlie's used. "Eve!" "Oh yeah." I ran my hands up her body to pull her upright so that we were cheek to cheek. Her silky black hair cascaded over my shoulder, her soft wide ass pressed into me as my rock hard boner stroked steadily along her juicy slit and I ran my hands over her full breasts. "They're coming over tonight," she teased, "We're gonna have a lesbian orgy." "Sounds fun," I laughed. "You can join us if you want," she murmured. "I'll make sure they take good care of you too." "I get all the love I need from you." She rocked her hips and squeezed her thighs around my cock. "You're my child," she giggled, "I have to love you ... it's a law or something." "Not like that," I caressed her hard nipples under the straps of the apron, "The other kind of love ... and I really can't wait 'til your lactating!" "Mmmmmmm," she hummed in pleasure, "me either!" "So tell me about your orgy," I said, rolling my hips to make her ass jiggle. "You know, Jenna's kid's about your age," she said, "when you get tired of me, you should shack up with ..." I reached up and grabbed her ponytail yanking her head back playfully. "I don't think so!" I leaned close so my lips were against her ear, "You better not be trying to pawn me off on your stripper girlfriends!" "Owwwww! Pulling a girl's hair isn't nice," she admonished. "Neither is teasing me like that! You're intentionally trying to piss me off ... just like that cunt Sara used to do." "I'm trying to look out for you, Baby!" she laughed, "Honestly, I'm not going to be so sexy to you in a few months, you watch, you'll be dying for some of that Mother-Daughter action then, I can guarantee it." I smacked her ass with the junkmail again - a little harder this time. "Stop it!" I ordered. "Ow! Alright!" she laughed. "Let go of my hair and fuck me already!" When I was completely inside her I let her go of her ponytail and grabbed her thick hips to guide her movements. "You belong to me and I belong to you ... I don't want anyone else, ever, and don't you ever forget it," I stated. She sniffled and looked over her shoulder at me as I stroked into her steamy cunt. "You really mean that, don't you?" she asked. "Yes, Mommy," I answered. "Smack my ass with the mail again!" she suggested, "I kinda like it." "Yes," I replied, "You deserve a good spanking you slut!" I rolled up the mix of credit card ads and coupon magazines and whacked her hard ... it was all bark and no bite ... fun not fury. "Show Mommy how much you love her," she sighed and smiled a satisfied grin, swirling her hips to match my movement as I fucked her, "Let her know who her man is." I thought of the advice Eve had given me and how right she'd been about everything: You gotta fight for it, it's never fucking easy, and the fight's never fucking over.