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Mom's Tale

By: 1naughtymom



***COURTESY CONTENT FOREWARNING***

Dear reader, please note, what follows is an entirely fictitious story, in every aspect, that includes graphic description of sexual acts of consensual incest between adult human beings. If you are not absolutely certain that you do not find this subject matter objectionable, or if you are not 18 years of age or older, DO NOT continue to read the following story.



Jolene looked out the window of her son's room and down the street. There was no sign of his car coming. This was perhaps the fifth time she had checked for his approaching vehicle in the last ten minutes.

She'd scored big this time, he'd left his phone in his room - something he usually didn't do, he almost always took it with him when he left. What was she looking for? She wasn't really sure. Something, anything that might suggest...the foolish wish she carried around with her silently. 

"You're a bored, lonely, hard up woman, Jolene. This is pathetic." She thought to herself.

All the same, she looked through the text messages...being "hard up" and therefore unusually curious about about the sexual deeds and desires of others, especially her son's - it was a cloak that draped snuggly around her shoulders. They read:

Jessica: "I'll bet you do you naughty boy."

"I do! All the time, like every night."

Jessica: "LOL, that's hawt. Kinda sick and wrong, but hawt."

"STFU, you're worse than me."

Jessica: "LOL true TTUL"

"Bye"

It wasn't much to go on, but she didn't like the implication in the exchange. They were obviously talking about something bad, dirty - most likely sex.

She'd never seen Jessica before but her mind created an image of her without any conscious effort. A pale-skinned, skinny-legged tramp in a short skirt with big bouncy boobs, nipples that pointed slightly upwards to heaven naturally, and dark, twin ponytails at either side of her head. They were less like ponytails, Jolene thought, and more like head-handles for her, what were no doubt, 20-odd boyfriends to grab onto when fucking her from behind. She undoubtably wanted her son's cock in her mouth. She could see the little tramp kneeling between his legs, stretching her mouth wide to accomodate and pleasure his thick shaft - having swooped in like a female Robin Hood of Spooge, making off with the stolen booty. Or perhaps more like an overly eager left fielder crossing over unabashed to the center to snag a fly ball from the mitt of his well-placed collegue and soaking in the cheers from the crowd in the recognizable manner of the Meat-Headed Ass. However, there was more than a tinge of personal and intentional harm in it, it seemed, to be sure. This loathsome bitch would covet, misappropriate, gobble and suck up all of Justin greedily for herself just to spite Jolene - just to figuratively spit it back on her, which almost sounded to appealing to Jolene, were that scenario the other way around.

Jolene felt pointed, hot jealousy rise within her "That fucking little, cloven-hoofed slut, ugh" she said as she stamped her foot. This single-minded, strawberry-nippled demon-slut, sired in the proverbial barbarian hoards of the North. A lowly bastard, surely concieved in the ashen dirt around a smoky fire pit by a druken mother and a father, whose face and name later escaped her whore-mother's recollection. She'd now come South to wreck similar, cum-drenched havoc in Jolene's private Rome.

Jolene felt the heavy hairclip atop her head pulling uncomfortably at her hair roots as it drooped under gravity. She re-adjusted the yellow clip, that looked like a banana and resembled an antique refrigerator magnet more than anything a woman ought to be putting in her hair. Despite the unspoken objection the rest of the world felt for that gaudy, garage sale clip, Jolene felt it made her look youthful and pretty. She loved the heavy weight of it and the smooth texture of glazed ceramic on her finger tips. As she fiddled with it, which she often did, the same series of repetitious thoughts would file orderly, train-like, through Jolene's mind. It was smooth like the skin on the head of a penis, she'd notice, but cold and so *not* like a penis, and yet it was a banana, which was so plainly phallic, and hence back to the penis again, but conversely, so *not* like a penis in that it was a hairclip. She couldn't seem to keep her hands off it, she was gripped by an addiction-like, automatic and unconscious compulsion to touch it, she noted, so very much like a penis.

She rifled through Justin's drawers, looking for a diary, although she was sure he didn't keep one. She'd looked for a diary in his room many times before and never met with success, but that never stopped her from wondering, never stopped her from looking for one yet another time. In his underwear drawer, her fingers met the abrupt corner of a book - a tiny electric shock of surprise and anticipation jolted her heart and ran quickly down her arms and out her fingertips. 

She opened the book and where she expected to find writing, she found drawings instead. She didn't even know he could draw. It made sense though immediately, looking at his wall, adorned with what must be his favorite cartoon, or "anime" characters. She didn't like how sexually suggestive, even explicit, cartoons had become. Justin and his wall of cartoon sluts, probably drawn by the sexually frustrated 20-something male cubicle dwellers of Tokyo, slaving over spreadsheets during working hours, sketching provactive, idealized female forms on their lunch breaks in a men's room stall - those freaky little Asian perverts - jacking off to their own creations. All the same, she had to admit the artwork itself was very good.

On the first page of the book was a hand - he had a good eye for proportion, for a young artist. A ram skull, a sketch of woman sitting, an orchid - he was very good in fact, surprising. Well, not really, she reconsidered, the way he was so quiet and possessed that laser-like concentration when he worked on something, the way he naturally tuned everything out when he concentrated. It made sense he'd enjoy detailed work, work he could "zone-in" on. It was this manner that always made Jolene easily suspect that he was probably very good in bed - a sexual proficient, due to his natural inclination to master the activities he took pleasure in. Jolene frequently imagined cunnilingus being one of them.

Jolene flipped the page, her mouth literally dropped open and she blinked several times deliberately as if trying to moisten her eyes in an effort to see clearly, as if she needed a second look. The image was of her, and yet it wasn't entirely her. She, his mother, on her hands and knees sticking her butt out, appearing to look back at the viewer and...a pair of large ram's horns that appeared to grow out of the sides of her head. It was strange, dark, surreal and obviously sexual. With a lustful expression drawn into face that he'd borrowed from one of the images tacked to his wall. Her eyes shadowed in makeup and eyeliner, which Jolene then realized she hadn't worn in a long time. Almost reflexively, she found herself wondering where her eyeliner and blush had escaped to in recent months. They were probably in one of her drawers somewhere - she'd just have to look around a bit.

Despite the Ram's horns, which she didn't quite understand or appreciate, otherwise and Overall the drawing was a flattering, if slightly inaccurate, take on her body. Jolene wasn't about to object to being idealized, nor would any woman.

"I WISH my ass looked that good..." Jolene thought, remembering at one point that it had. Then she considered that perhaps it looked that good to *him* and she immediately felt better.

This drawing was much more detailed than the others. He'd obviously spent a lot of time on it. The area between her legs was unfinished though, there was no genetalia in the unfinished area and the inside lines of her thighs were incomplete. There was nothing else in the book following it. It was either the last thing he worked on or perhaps he was STILL working on it presently, the thought of which gave Jolene's heart another quick jolt and sent a tingling up from her gut to her fingers again.

She was still taking it in, still studying its strangeness, still adjusting to an arousal that was part wonderful and part awkward. Not exactly rushing through her, more like creeping up her limbs from her cold guilty palms that held the book of drawings, up the nerves that run the underside of arms, like water freezing,it spread and inched upward to her body's warm core like an uninvited guest. It was a cold sensation...pleasant...in the way that touching an ice sculpture can be pleasant...and uncomfortable at the same time.

The front door opened..."Oh, shit!" He'd arrived home and she hadn't noticed. She slid the book back into his drawer, closed it and flitted out of his room silently like a moth making its escape, shutting the door softly and silently behind her. A casual observer of her exit would have known straight away it wasn't the first time she had nearly been caught snooping in his room. The smooth, quiet manner of her reaction, her trained instincts, the instant sublimation of the panic that would accompany such a situation, that recognizable calm under pressure - it reeked of much practice.

He'd been so protective of his room lately, so moody...she hoped it wasn't drugs, but knew she'd have to look to be sure, even if she didn't want too. She didn't like invading his privacy. Of course, this was...a total crock of shit and she knew it, but that's what'd she'd say if he ever caught her snooping in his room.

The cold rush of panic partially sublimated still lingered in her limbs, tickling under her entire surface, though it was subsiding. Whew, that was a little too close...she could still feel the adrenaline working it's way through the muscles in her limbs. Pesky, she thought, how it stuck around like that when it wasn't needed.

"Hey Mom"

"He-..." Her voice cracked. She hadn't spoken outloud in awhile, she realized, and her throat had become dry. She cleared her throat. "Hm - hey hun."

Justin did the usual - went straight to his room. She'd invaded his privacy enough times to be fairly certain she'd covered her tracks, but there was always the chance of that one thing that might have escaped her attention and been left out of place. Justin's bedroom door opened, there was a pause. Had he noticed? Had he seen that one thing that was surely askew, that was always there, despite her best efforts? His door shut again. Phew, no, she was safe...and as expected, his door didn't open again for the rest of the evening. 

On her back in bed that night, after they'd both retired to sleep, she saw his drawing when she closed her eyes. She wondered if he was still up, maybe working on it at that very moment. She visualized him drawing, imagined him staring at the paper in front of him, imagining her naked body and bringing it into reality to pleasure himself with her image. She was starting to get wet. She put her hand between her legs and traced her wet crease with the tip of her finger. As she gently massaged herself, Justin's head appeared and rose between his legs. She leaned her head back, staring at the ceiling in anticipation. He softly, gently licked her slit up and down, more like simply tasting her at first. He quickly, impatiently shiftied his focus to her clit, engulfing it in his mouth, sucking on it, gently licking her, making love to her womanhood with his mouth, then pushing his mouth against her crotch harder, as if wanting her to cum all over his lovely -- AHHHHHHHH -- face ---- OHHHH - she grabbed his head on both sides, pulling his face into her harder, pressing herself into his mouth with her hips, as the most intense part of her orgasm came and went. AHHHH, she lay on her back, slightly spent, the last of her warm orgasm edging off into the distance. The excitment the drawing made her feel had been replaced with uneasiness. Maybe it wasn't what she had hoped and she read too much into it. Perhaps he was just playing around, experimenting as an artist with his boundaries. Afterall, there was no genetalia - what did that mean? There was enough gray area and doubt that she couldn't confront him about it although she wanted to. To do so would be to invite him to deny it, dismiss it as folly, even if there were some truth to it. She couldn't risk it. Couldn't risk giving him a reason to retreat into his shell. She'd give anything, she thought, just to be inside his head for a moment and know for sure...what he wanted, even if it was nothing. Not knowing, wondering, as she had for so long, seemed worse...there was no end to it.

He might be leaving for the weekend to go up to Canada, she remembered. She didn't really want him to go, but it had been a long time it seemed since she had the house to herself. She'd break out that old bag of weed that was going dry and stale, she thought, and go shopping for cucumbers. Maybe in the opposite order...she didn't like being in public stoned. She'd make a grand weekend out of it, she thought. She'd smoke until she found herself in that cartoon-like world, and everything looked like the drawings on Justin's wall. By then she'd be horny as a goat and she'd fuck herself stupid with generously-sized produce in her son's bed. Maybe she'd discreetly smear his pillow with her cum so that when he layed down to go to sleep he'd smell her womanly essence and become subconsciously aroused. Perhaps then, responding on sexual instinct, drawn to her instinctually by her phermones like a honey bee, he'd make his way to her room, rip the covers off her in the dead of night and fuck the holy hell out of her, sheathing and unsheathing her on his cock like a limp ragdoll, mercilessly, while she came 10,000 times and howled like a rabid, red-eyed wolf at the full blue moon. Oh, if that happened she'd howl until she was hoarse. Mom had some tricks of seduction up her sleeve, she thought, - she'd seen that one on the Discovery Channel. Something to that effect anyway...marking one's territory.

And oh, Jolene took her time at the grocery store alright. She took her sweet time indeed...in the produce section. She had all weekend and it would go to complete waste if the selection was not done properly because it was rushed. Her eyes searched over the jumbled mass of freshly misted cucumbers for sale - it's on, she thought - it's GAME TIME.

"Where's momma's perfect little pickle? Where are you, you little prick, I know you're in here...somewhere." This was all so exciting. Jolene had looked forward to this all week. If you'd asked Jolene at that particular moment, she'd have told you that weekends "Fucking Rocked!!" as far as she was concerned.

Some were more "challenging" than others, this was true, but she wasn't in the mood for a challenge. She wanted the *almost* perfect fit. Slightly hidden underneath, in the corner of the pile, she saw him, her Champion. Glistening with mist in all his rubust splendor. A quiet confidence convayed in its immediately respectable eight inches - and possessing a girth that made her wonder, made her slightly call into question her ability to accomodate. He was just right. The fresh, ripe color or dark, rich green. He was the cucumber equilvalent of an 18-year old, varsity quarterback, in his absolute prime and yet too young and arrogant to realize it.

"You're a very bad boy aren't you. I know what you want. You're comin' home with momma, you bad little boy." She placed it in the child's seat of the shopping cart where she could keep a good eye on it, occasionally glancing down at him and feeling the warm, satisfied sensation of good fortune that a better-than-expected purchase brings. Had the planet's aligned? Was it her year in the Chinese Zodiac? No, she was an expert in these matters - it was all her, she later decided.

Plus, she'd learned from experience - humbling, embarrassing experience - that, in this town, it isn't wise to simply walk up to a cashier with a cucumber and a bottle of lube and expect them to keep a straight face. People aren't stupid and cashiers typically aren't paid well enough to be discreet. She'd wrongly assumed that once when she'd gone to the store to "stock up" after having too much to drink. She remembered thinking "Ahhhh, they're not paying attention and even if they are - BAHHH - they don't care". However, they always are, and they always do, for reasons she accepted long ago she would never understand in the slightest. That's just people - one must fully expect that they will never pass up an opportunity to disappoint. She had to be realistic with these things now. She probably could have gotten away with it had she lived in Arizona perhaps, but not in this pin-sphinctered, flog-thy-neighbor, Puritan orgy of wholesomeness. If their collective self-righteousness was a cock, then the townspeople's favorite recreation was butt-raping whomever amongst themselves they could find an excuse to butt-rape, as fully justified and warranted in the town statutes, of course. It was, as you'd expect with these types, perfectly legal, even encouraged, a form of entertainment, in a stasi-flavored, civic duty kind of way. The kind that garners pats on the back and praise as unspoken assurance, points earned among his fellows, that should the whistle-blower ever slip up in the future, his past "good deeds" would be remembered, and he would not be similarly humiliated. This of course was a lie, a deception, worthy of Judas, the jew. For no one was ever exempt, no amount of previous compliance was ever valued at a later date. A merciless, systematic sieve of punishment, the unblinking public eye ever watchful at the apex of the current moment for the next offence. 

She certainly didn't want to relive:

"Price check on aisle three. Need a price check on cucumbers, vaseline, latex gloves, Hustler magazine, aisle three...for the lady in the green dress. Yeah, the horny looking one, that's her, the pervert...that drives the blue pickup and lives in the two story brick house on Haversham Lane, works at the library, in the A.V. section...hello?...anyone?..."

Typically masked in an everyday, civil exchange, the public lashing continued: "Ma'am, all of our associates seem to be on break...do you mind waiting another fifteen, twenty minutes? We've got a long line forming behind you. I'll just put your things to the side here for a moment, next to the register in plain sight. Woah, looks like half the town's here tonight (!) - this NEVER happens at 3 a.m, how odd! I can help the next customer please! You there, step up, don't forget to gawk at the pervert's purchases before you leave. Wait a moment - don't go anywhere ma'am. Stay right here so the other customers can memorize your face, I mean, so you don't loose you place in line."

At home, Jolene got Bob Marleyed rather quickly. She found herself remembering how much she LOVED Led Zepplin and then noticed she hadn't even taken off her clothes yet! Oh well, she thought, she had plenty of weed to keep it going. Zep was SOOOO good, genius really - how could she have forgotten? She lay there for what seemed like a long time listening to the melodic intricasies that always went unnoticed while sober. A few hits later and she was where she wanted to be - in slow-motion cartoon world, her heartbeat thumping in her ears, her throat starting to get dry. Damn, her nipples were starting to get hard - fuckin' *hell* yes. It was time - she went around the house, closing all the drapes and dropping all the blinds. If those Puritan fucks across the street only knew what she would be doing shortly.Good thing she set the video camera up in advance in Justin's room, she thought - she was pretty toasty - all she had to do now was turn it on - she could manage that.


Mom's Tale



She stood in her walk-in closet staring at her clothes..."What to wear, what to wear? If I were an eighteen year old man, what would turn me on?" She had no idea. This certainly wasn't the first time she'd put considerable forethought into her wardrobe when in the young man's presence. Sometimes she wore thigh highs just to show off her legs and he'd looked, but he never LOOKED. Sometimes she dressed a little nicer than usual, a skirt that showed off her bum, but she knew it wasn't enough. She never really had the right outfit for the job - the outfit that said "Hey you there, bend me over the kitchen counter RIGHT NOW and shove your face in my ass crack." She didn't really have much, but found an old tube skirt that used to show off her ass nicely. Without underwear it was total "slut-bomb" - awesome dude - thumbs up for the slut-bomb! She put on her charcoal thigh highs...thong? No thong, she decided...slut-bomb all the way - and the finishing touch - her fuzzy, pink bathrobe. Oh shit, banana clip - can't forget the banana clip. She grabbed the cumcumber and lube and headed to Justin's room, imagining he was inside waiting for her. She paused for a moment to tie her bathrobe sash, loosening it up top so her naked breasts showed plainly, but didn't hanging out - just right - plausible deniability. She opened his bedroom door and stepped inside, pressing record on the video camera that pointed at his bed.

Justin was in his bed, atop the covers, on his back reading.

She took a seat on the side of his bed, placing the cucumber facing upwards in about the position she'd imagine his cock was if he were actually on the bed.

She stroked his cock gently up and down, giving him a brief handjob. She felt his cock go from warm to hot in her hand, its head go from pink to dark maroon in color, his shaft from slightly squeezable to tree-trunk solid.

She rolled up onto the bed, swinging her leg over him, her crotch an inch from his face, begging to be licked.

Rubbing herself with one hand between her legs and holding his dick in the other, her head bobbing up and down, making love to his gorgeous cock with her mouth - the smooth, hot skin of his head against her moist lips and tongue was wonderful. She'd be perfectly happy to suck his cock all day if it were possible. Sadly, she knew it was not - she knew with every moment between her tight lips was a moment she was coaxing the cum up from his balls. She spread her legs wider, splitting her crease apart and inserted her middle finger. Mmmm, she was sopping. 

Her ass facing the camera now, she straddled his dick, holding it upright between her feet, she pushed herself down onto him. Damn, it almost hurt going in, she gently rocked up and down for moment loosening up - she could really feel the difference those Kegels made.

"Oh fuck yeah. You feel so good baby" she said aloud for the camera in a whispery voice.

She loved having him inside her - "Fuck me...harder..., " she said as she built a rhthym on his cock, its entirety now going in and out of her easily. She humped his cock faster, pushing herself down hander at the bottom, the tip of his wonderful cock nudging her cervix. This video was gonna be a good one - she already knew, before even seeing it. 

She kept trying to go faster, but it just wasn't fast enough. In frustration, she reached between her legs, grabbing the cucumber in her hand and started jamming herself with it at a pace more to her liking.

"That's it...fuck that hole. Mommy's your dirty little cum-catching slut! Use my tight hole! UH!"

As her arm started to tire, she felt herself edging towards orgasm. She put the cucumber back in place between her feet and seductively sat back on it, pucshing her ass out for the camera to have a good shot of the reentry. She continued riding him, merciless in her quest for semen.

"Let it go baby, that's it," reaching back behind her as if cupping his balls. She felt her moisture on his bed comforter. She was so dirty and bad - if only he knew when he lay down what had previously been done on his bed. It was a lovely, pleasurable, devious little thought that made her smile.

"You wanna cum in mommy? She said in a whispery, seductive voice, and rubbing the comforter beneath her as if rubbing his chest. "Mommy wants you to... Say it...say you wanna cum in mommy...how bad do you wanna shoot your cum in me right now?"

She lifted herself off him, teasing him. "How bad? How bad do you wanna be inside me precious? Show me..."

Justin thrust into her roughly in response and she loved it, loved the complete success of her seduction of him, which each thrust it seemed he was trying to get deeper and deeper inside of her. It was starting to hurt, but that made it oh, so good.

"Whenever you're ready baby, just let it go..."

She was starting to cum, her muscles stiffening, her cunt, still sloppily slapping up and down on his cock, now gripped it tighter as she spasmed around his shaft.

"That's it...oh yeaah...Uhhhhhhhhh, uhhhhh. She imagined him, his eyes closed, his head tilted back, unloading his seed into her. 

"Keep cuming, my love. Give me more, yes more, don't stop."

He was in the last of it, his final few spasms, half pleasure, half pain on his face...with each grunt shooting long, gloppy strands of cum up into Jolene's thoroughly-used hole.

"Don't ever stop - please, baby."

He squeezed the very last into her with all the energy he had left.

She paused for moment to catch her breath then whispered to him, still panting, as if whispering in his ear "I wish you could cum in me forever." Indeed, she wanted him to bury her in his semen like sand at the beach - her face exposed just enough to breath.

She didn't think she could get any more wet, but there it was, the squishy noises - her favorite - she wondered if the camera's microphone was picking them up. She hoped so, but usually it didn't. One time she turned the t.v. volume up to 99 and still couldn't hear it, it was damn frustrating as that really would have added that extra something.

Looking back at the camera for a moment, she sat up, the entirety of his length slid out of her and flopped over, still mostly erect. She shifted, grabbed his shaft, flipped her hair over and out of her face for the camera, and sucked him gently dry, smelling and tasting her wet crotch on his dick got her going again. That "marking one's territory" thing perhaps. She sucked him briefly, finishing with a gentle, motherly kiss on the tip of his dick. 

"That, as they say, is a wrap," she thought. 

She got up off his bed and stopped the video camera, connecting its cables to Justin's t.v. She turned on the t.v. and flicked off the lights in his room, going back to his bed. Time for round two.

She watched the video of herself, tried to enjoy it, tried to bring herself to yet another house-shaking orgasm, but a particular thought kept gnawing at her, kept distracting her from losing herself in her usual fantasy. How would she pull it off? There were so many corny scenarios that had gone through her head during the last few months.

There was the "Hey you there, young strapping virile lad, would you mind soaping my back for me in the shower?" scenario. The "Oh, you seemed to have caught me masturbating whilst moaning your name. Cat's out of the bag - you might as well come over here and lick me now" scenario. The "waking up with his dick in her mouth" scenario. The "get him obscenely drunk and sticking her hands down his pants" scenario. The closely related "close your eyes and give me your hand" scenario and then there was the "pink, fuzzy bathrobe scenario" but that was top-level, classified, ancient art of the Japanese Fuck-Ninja type stuff, only known to the keeper of the lost scrolls. That was her last resort, her Hail Mary. She didn't like to even use it in her fantasies as if to do so would somehow jinx her if she ever had to use it for real. The scenarios went on and on and on. It was enough to make a person insane. Plus, if she'd succeeded by some cheap trick, like by getting him drunk, it probably wouldn't work out well afterward. What did she expect of him really? She hadn't thought that part through although she certainly hoped if she got that far with him it wouldn't just be that one time. She loved the idea of him cumming inside her - the sin of all sins to some, right up there in the list of top five sexual no-nos. She'd stopped taking birth control years ago, but no way was he going wear a condom - she wouldn't allow it. Nor would she want him to pull out. If he came like his father had, in violent, massive eruptions of semen - who knows what might happen. Perhaps, if it came to that, she'd carry their child around for awhile, like her dirty little secret, a secret even from Justin, while he continued to fuck his already pregnant mother every day, ignorant to the fact that he'd already knocked her up. It made her more than damp just thinking about it. It turned her crotch into a steamy patch of South American jungle. That aspect of it, that thrilling dirty risk, that seemed to make the difference between an average and an incredible orgasm when she actively fantasized about it, was also the part that made her wonder in the shower, as she washed off the sweat of feverish masturbation and the water ran clean upon her face and through hair, whether she was perhaps sick and losing her mind.

She had to do something though. He'd be graduating soon, perhaps even moving out. She worried that she'd put it off far too long.

Over the next couple of days Jolene strained to think of a way to make it happen. Most scenarios she envisioned were too corny, too desperate and left her too far out on a limb. It would be all too easy for him to shoot her down. In her mind, she likened being rejected by him to being beheaded at the guillitine. There simply was no graceful way to go about it. She could continue to drop hints as she thought she'd been doing for awhile now, but she knew that wouldn't work. They would continue to dance in circles around each other - nothing ever resulting. It put too much of the onus on him to make the first move and she couldn't wait around and expect him to do that. She'd have to test the waters quickly before she made her next move - time to slut it up a notch.

The following morning, Jolene came down the stairs and into the kitchen where she found JUstin eating his sugary cereal as usual. As the crossed from the runner into the kitchen her high heals clicked against the linoleum, grabbing Justins attention and making him look up. He looked her up and down quickly, his face and eyes saying that he noticed the difference and yet he remained silent.

"Dammit, that little turd! I've been up there for an hour and..."

"You look nice"

"I do? Oh, thank you sweety."

"This is a new skirt - do you like it?"

"Yeah" he said glancing downwards for what seemed a millisecond.

She was disappointed, but not surprised by his reaction. She knew it would take more than that for him to take a decent look at the goods.

"Doesn't make my butt look too fat?"

"No"

"You sure?"

"Yes"

Jolene slid the morning newspaper down the counter until it was in front of her, leaning over a touch to emphasize her butt. She felt a small tinge of satisfaction in her own masterful, imperceptable movement.

"Not like you'd tell me the truth anyway. I'm your mom, you wouldn't want to hurt my feelings."

"Look, if I thought it looked bad, I'd tell you."

She took a long sip of coffee and then put down the cup.

"Ok, I believe you, she said, looking at him over her shoulder, but just imagine for a second....just imagine for second that I'm not your mom." Jolene stood up straight, her back flush to his line of sight.

"And you see *this*, referring to herself, walking down the hallway in front of you. I guess what I'm asking is...am I a MILF? I mean, do you think guys would call me a MILF?" she asked still turning her neck around to look at him.

"a MILF? Where did you hear that? I'm tryin' to eat breakfast over here and you're talking about MILFS. ...You made milk come out my nose..."

Jolene gave him "that" look. The look that said "Cut the crap."

"oK", Justin said wiping his mouth and furrowing his brow as if readying himself to concentrate. He motioned with his hand for Jolene to turn around with the universal circular finger gesture for "Twirl, bitch." Jolene didn't have to look over her shoulder to know he was staring down at her butt - she felt a school girl squeel start to rise up and tighten in her chest, but she remembered to breath and it passed.

"I'd give you a seven. Maybe an eight - if you were wearing that mini skirt and your leg warmers."

Jolene didn't know for sure, but she figured that was good - that most guys would fuck anything that was a five or above.

"Thanks," she said. It made her feel good, she supposed, but it wasn't the kind of compliment she hoped for.

She had gone back to reading the front page of the newspaper at the kitchen counter when something grabbed her and she jumped, startled, and instantly felt a lump in her throat.

Justin's hand clamped down of her right buttcheek for a moment and then released. 

"Definitely a nine, I'd say. That's nice." He was halfway to the door before Jolene could even turn her head to look at him. All she saw was his back, his bag slung over his shoulder, his dark baseball cap snugly on his head, half-covering his face as he closed the front door behind him. 

Jolene could still feel his hand on her ass. He'd grabbed it like a man and for that brief moment took complete ownership of it, said "That's *mine* - or so Jolene wanted to think, but all the same it made her feel good all day. It was the compliment, the gesture she was hoping for, the opening up possibly (?) that she had hoped for. She lost track over the course of that day how many times she stopped to remember the feeling of his hand on her ass. Probably around noon she recalled a portion of their conversation more fully. "Wait, how did he know about the mini skirt and leg warmers?" She tried to recall a time she'd ever wore them around him and could remember none. Unless her memory had failed her, there was only one way he'd ever seen her in them - if he'd seen her videos.

Jolene went into the ladies and yelled "FUUUUUCK!", slapping her hand against a stall door.

She heard someone move on the other side.

"Sorry, ...you in there."

"Bad day?"

"Fuck..." was all Jolene could think to say. "*Fuuuuck* me..."

A terrible embarrassment ate at her all day. How long had he known? How long had he been keeping that secret from her? Did he actually know or was it just her imagination acting up on her? It didn't seem like he knew, but if he did...she could imagine the worse scenario easily, Justin distraught in a counselor's office at school, telling them about the sordid sex tapes of his mother he had found. How his pervert mother videotaped herself masturbating on his bed when he wasn't at home, how he was afraid to come home because he might find her there naked and waiting for him one of these days so she could molest him...no, he would never do that to her...she knew he wouldn't do anything like that, but it still didn't stop her from worrying about it.

She was weary upon getting home...she'd had a long, tiring, worrysome day that had drained her entire body. She wanted to go straight to bed and sleep for a week and when she woke up hopefully today had merely been a nightmare.

The lights were off in the house. It was cool, dark and quiet. She entered without turning on the lights and made her way to the kitchen, placing her keys and purse on the counter.

As if opened by a ghost, the refrigerator door flung open and Jolene shreiked in mortal terror! Justin's tall, thin naked body stood silhoutted against the light from inside the refrigerator. He placed a gallon of milk on the shelf and shut the door, darkening the kitchen once more.

"Jesus Christ, you scared me - put some clothes on - the neighbors will see you."

"If they're staring over here with binoculars they might. Hope they enjoyed the show!" he said, pretending to wave at the neighbors through the kitchen window to mock his mother's concern.

He could be a real cocky little bastard and although it irritated Jolene most of the time, she also found it endearing...sometimes.

Justin came into some light again as he reached the stairwell. He hustled up the stairs, but not before jolene got a full glimpse of his flaccid cock and balls dangling between his legs.

"What the...fuck?" she said quietly outloud to herself.

"Now he's just gonna walk around here naked? Greaaaaaat..." she thought. 

Jolene went to her bedroom and shut the door. She wet her hair in her bathroom shower quickly and wrapped a towel around her head. She undressed, replacing her work uniform with her cozy pink bathrobe. 

"He wants to play does he?"

She slid her naked feet into her pink, bunny earred slippers. This was fucking war.

She looked at herself in her full length mirror. "Perfect..." she though confidently. She couldn't wait to see the look on his boyish face with the fuzzy, pink, sex machine from Hell standing in front him in all her accomplished sexual glory. 

She stood there for a moment, the bathrobe sash in either hand trying to decide whether to tie it closed or leave it open. 

"Open it is...you asked for it, bucko."

She strode down the hall to Justin's bedroom door and raised her hand to knock...

"Is that you, mother? Justin said from the other side of the door in what sounded like his best attempt at a British accent.

"What's this "mother" crap, he never calls me mother...what's the little prick up to?"

"I say...Mother, is that you?" He opened the door wearing a red, velour robe, his hair wet and slicked back. Jolene looked down at his feet - matching black slippers with the letter "J" embroidered in gold on the insteps. Was it "J" for Justin or "J" for Jeeves, she wondered.

"Ah Yes, splendid, do please come in." He wasn't dropping the accent apparently.

A waft of freshly lit incense met her nostrils

As she stepped into his room, he walked away from her towards its center. She shut the door behind her and he spun around dramatically, his arms crossed with one hand up towards his mouth, holding an old fashioned tobacco pipe. He put the pipe to his lips, raised his chin and looked down his nose at her.

"What is he, the English Hugh Hefner now?"

"Your barn door is open, madam."

Jolene glared back at him defiantly, with a look that said "I'm not touching a thing, you twit, deal with it."

"I see...very well then." He looked down at her slippers quizzically.

"So...you think you have what it takes to be a bunny?"

He walked towards her, then in a tight circle around her, looking over her body as if she were auditioning for a showgirl part in Vegas. He took a fake puff from his pipe and exhaled the fake smoke, taking up his previous position at the center of the room, one hand now stuffed in the front hip pocket of his robe. All he needed was a monocle to complete the look.

"You've got the goods, that's for sure. And the spunk too - I like that in my mistresses."

Jolene stifled a gaffaw that came out her nose and sounded mostly like a sneeze. Justin pretended not to notice and continued, his nose still poking up in the air.

"Perhaps you and I can work together - come to a mutually beneficial arrangement, hmmm?"

"And, Sir Hef, - "

"Sir J..."

"Sorry, Sir J,... pray, what kind of arrangement?"

"I think you know what I mean, my buttery muffin." he said, sliding one hand beneath his robe, apparently touching himself in the crotch area. He fumbled around down there for a bit and then winced, perhaps from fumbling in the wrong place in the wrong way. He retracted his hand and and covered, following his misstep by looking at her seductively.




Mom's Tale



"Did you practice that in the mirror?" she said referring to the goofy look upon his face.

"Yes" he said bluntly, dropping the accent. "for weeks."

"At any rate..." he said, his amateurish accent fully restored, "although I am a man of my word, I believe in making things official. You have a seat there while I prepare the documents." 

He walked over to his desk by the window and turned his back to her. He opened his robe and looked to be touching himself again. He paused for a moment, there was the sound of a bottle of lube opening and he continued.

Jolene watched from her seat closely nearby. Watched his right elbow wiggle inside the sleeve of his robe, she began to notice a slight pumping rhthym at his hips. Moments later he orgasmed, quietly, expertly, only making noise at the very end when he finished to take in some air. She heard a shuffling noise, he turned from the desk, a paper in his hand, his ejaculate upon it. 

He came closer and held it out for her. Jolene wasn't sure what he wanted her to do. She kept glancing back and forth between the semen, that was beginning to soak into the paper, and his half-erect cock with still more semen dangling from the tip, ready to drip and fall to the floor into the carpet at any moment.

"If you would, madam, make your mark."

With her index finger she traced the letter "J" in his semen followed by a symbol that seemed to Justin to roughly resemble a heart.

"That will do, wench. I will call upon you in the future, as needed."

"And may I call upon you as well?" she asked, her glance flashing downwards towards his cock.

"I have bunnies on every continent, voracious bunnies, with insatiable needs...but as a gentleman, I will do my best."

She reached out, grabbed his mostly erect shaft, leaned forward and guided it into her ready mouth. Justin let out a quiet "Ahhh". He watched her for a moment, relishing the sweet delight of the first taboo caresses of his mother's mouth, watching, disbelieving as his fantasy became real. He then placed both hands behind her head. In no time he was hard again and she was taking as much of his length into her mouth as she could, trying to give him the best head he'd ever had, but doing it for herself as well. She tightened her lips as the head of his cock passed between them, then widened her mouth to take it all in. Repeatedly tightening and loosening, tightening and loosening and as she did so, she imagined his semen creeping up from his balls in response. She placed one palm underneath his nuts to support them as they endeavored to produce for her. Her nose touched the hair at the base of his cock and the top of its soft head tickled the back of her throat. She didn't mind that Justin was pulling her head into him at this point - not at all. Nor did she mind that his pace had quickened and that he was now returning her motions with his own thrusts. She didn't mind feeling used for her mouth - not at all. That's what it was there for and it was lovely to be used in that way by Justin. He held her head so firmly now and so much was he now in control, she let her neck go limp and let him work her head on his prick on his own. She loved being his passive, limp, mouth slave. He face-fucked her like this long enough that she zoned out, only coming to when she felt his cock twitch and spray the first into the back of her mouth like chaotic buckshot. Followed by his moans and thicker strands that lopped onto her tongue and seemed to keep going past when she expected his orgasm to finish. Still, even more was rising up and making its entrance into her mouth. One hand still cupped his balls, the other gently wringing his shaft like an udder squeezed and worked and manipulated for its milk. He then said something for the first time.

"Oh Fuck, oh shit yeah" he said panting, still spurting into her mouth, where it began to overflow, some escaping at the corners of her mouth and rolling slowly, thickly, down the sides of her chin in glops.

It wasn't Shakesperean prose, but it was music to Jolene's ears. Her mouth full of his salty, bittersweet spunk, she savored its warm, tangy mass on her tongue for a long moment before sending it sweetly home, before swallowing the mouthful heartily with a noisy gulp that made Justin smile wide and want to do it all over just to hear his mother swallow him again.

She couldn't wait to have him inside her. She could tell from the lake of moisture between her legs that it was going to be fantastic when it happened, but that was going to have to wait for the moment. He was obviously fully spent. Or was he?

Chapter 1 end

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Mom's Tan Lines



Hope that you enjoy this story. I would love to get your comments or feedback, as they only help to improve my writing. This is an incest themed story so; if that is not your cup of tea, please don't read it.




The sky all around was bright blue as my plane glided over California's San Joaquin Valley, heading smoothly toward the airport in Fresno. That's where my mother, Karen, was going to pick me up. My name is Mike Franks. I'm twenty-two years old, stand five-ten in my bare feet, and weigh in the one-sixty range. I just finished a four-year enlistment in the army. Having fun in the sun and sand in Afghanistan over most of that time. I never really saw any combat though, since I was a company clerk, and spent most of the time in the rear with the gear. Now I was going to spend the next three months with my mom, on her parents farm, and decide if I wanted to make a career out of the army or not.

After landing we were shuffled off the plane into the terminal to wait for our bags to be off-loaded. It has been a long time since I have been here, and the valley heat hit me full force. Of coarse, being in my dress uniform didn't help much either. I made my way to the luggage carousel and waited till I saw my duffel bag come around, snatched it up and went looking for mom in the terminal lobby.

I spotted her immediately, standing by the doors that led out to the sun drenched parking area. She was wearing shorts and a white t-shirt. Now this is the part where you expect me to tell you that she has enormous tits, and an ass to die for. In truth, I can't. I can tell you that she is tiny; about five-two, and maybe a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet. She still has jet-black hair that goes down to the small of her back, and tits that are barely a handful. She also has the same piercing blue eyes that I have. By no standards is she a raving beauty, but she is pleasant to the eyes. The one quality that she does have is an infectious smile that can melt your heart. That is what was happening to me as I watched her running over. We through our arms around each other in a tight bear hug. Effortlessly I picked her off the floor and spun us around in a circle, all the while both of us telling the other how much we love and missed each other. 

After we separated, she placed her palm on the side of my face and said, "I've missed you so much Mikey." That's what she like to call me.

"I've missed you too mom," I told her. "Shall we get started?"

The drive to my grandparents place took almost an hour and a half to complete, so we used that time to catch up on everything. I let her know that I had ninety days to decide about re-enlisting before losing rank. She informed me that her parents weren't at the farm. They had to go to a dear friends funeral on the other side of the country, and wanted her there just to protect the place. She said her parents didn't grow anything any more, so there really wasn't much to do around the place. The farm was actually only twenty or so acres with a large two-storied house and a man-made pond near it.

It was close to lunchtime when we finally got there, so mom said she would fix us some lunch while I put my things in the spare bedroom. The old place looked the same as it had the last time I was here, making it easy to find the room I would use. After stowing my stuff away and changing into shorts and T-shirt I went down to the kitchen. Mom had some sandwiches and a couple of cold beers sitting on the table. I took a seat across from her and dug into the sandwiches. 

On the ride here I couldn't help but notice that she hadn't mentioned anything about dad. This didn't surprise me all that much however. I knew that their relationship had soured a long time ago. Dad could be a real jerk at times, and was one of the reasons I had went into the military. I also knew that they stayed together because of me. 

"So is dad coming out too," I hesitantly asked.

"No baby, he's not. Your father and I separated three months ago," she answered demurely.

"You've been here for three months?"

"Yes. Three months of peace and quite," she answered with a chuckle.

"Well that explains why your arms and legs have such a lovely tan," I said, with a chuckle of my own.

"Unfortunately," she began, " My tan only covers my arms and legs were my clothes didn't cover me."

"You could've fixed that," I stated.

"I would have loved to, but my father is kind of a stick in the mud. He would've come unglued if I sunbathed in my swimsuit. Your grandma not so much though," she explained.

I looked over at her and asked how long they would be gone.

"They think that they might spend at least three weeks back east," she told me.

"Hell, that's perfect then," I said.

"You can spend the next three weeks working on your tan, and I promise not to leer at you too much," I added.

"Why on earth would a young man want to look at this old lady," she replied with a gleam in her eyes. 

Getting up, I went to the fridge and got us both another beer. Placing one in front of her, I bent down and kissed the top of her head.

"Because you are beautiful, mother dear," I stated matter-of-factly. 

"Well aren't you the chivalrous one, you sweet talking devil," she laughed at me.

We talked some more, but the long flight and trip, plus the beer was taking its toll on me. I told her that I was going to take a nap and would see her later. Jokingly, I suggested that she get started on that tan while I was asleep so I wouldn't be able to leer at her. She smacked my shoulder and said that maybe she would. I saw an odd look in her eyes right before I turned and headed to my room.

I don't know how long I'd been asleep, but knowing me, it wasn't long. I've never been able to sleep too long in the middle of the day. I got up and stretched then went and peered out the window. On this side of the house I had a view of some gently rolling hills and the man-made pond grandpa had dug many years ago. The water in it looked clean and fresh, but that wasn't what caught my eye. What did, was mom laying there on a blanket in a black bikini. The suit itself was relatively conservative by today's standards, but left enough flesh exposed that I found it to be highly erotic. I think I should have slapped myself for such thoughts and looked away. But did I do that? Hell no. Instead, I pulled off my shirt, changed into baggy swim trunks and headed that way. The closer I got, the more I could see of her tan lines. The ones on her arms stopped right where the sleeves of a shirt would have been, and on her legs where some shorts would have ended. Her shoulders, back, and what I could see of her ass cheeks were a stark white against the black of her swimwear. She was lying on her tummy with her hands being used as a pillow under her face. Her long black hair was thrust to the side of her head over on the blanket. Until now I had never noticed how fine an ass she had; small and round and soft looking. Should have gotten another slap for that, but once again, did I? Helllll no.

"Damn, I'm gonna have to break out my sunglasses just to leer at you," I half-jokingly said as I got almost to her.

I must have startled her, because she jumped a little before realizing it was me. Turning slightly onto her side, using one hand to shield her eyes from the sun she said in a mock serious tone, "So you're a funny man now, huh?"

When she asked why I wasn't sleeping, I explained that it was hard for me to sleep during the day. I also told her that since she was out here, I thought I would join her and maybe take a dip in the pond. My hormones had started to act up as soon as I got close enough to get a good look at her, so I did the only thing possible. I jumped into the pond and started swimming around to give them time to cool off. What's wrong with you, that is your mother, I chastised myself. The water was chilly enough to dampen the heat in my nether region and I felt it was safe to return, but stayed a few minutes more just to be sure. After so much time spent in a desert climate the pond was like a little slice of heaven on my skin.

Once I was back on shore I stood near where her feet were and took all of her in. Not bad. Not bad at all for a forty-one year old I thought to myself.

"Knock it off you perv," I whispered to myself.

"What did you say sweetheart," she mumbled through her fingers.

"Uh...nothing mom," I answered sheepishly. Can't have her knowing what kind of perverted thoughts were running around in my noggin; now can I.

On the blanket near her towel was a bottle of sunscreen lotion, so I asked if she would like me to put some on her back. She gave me a sideways glance before saying that would be nice. 

Kneeling beside her, I uncapped the lotion and put a glob between her shoulder blades and started massaging it into her skin. I made sure to cover all her shoulders and even down her arms where she had no tan. The more I rubbed, the more I felt her muscles relax and I even heard a small murmur escape her lips. With her shoulders done, I applied another glob to the small of her back and began working that in. I spread the lotion evenly on her back making sure to get the sides of her rib cages, then further down until my fingers were touching the top of her suit bottoms. 

"Mmmmm...that feels good," she whispered dreamily.

"I'm going to do your legs now mom. Can you spread your feet a little wider so I can get the insides too?"

"Oh, that's not really necessary sweetie," she said.

"You don't want to burn there, now do you," I replied.

"No, I guess not," she answered, and spread her feet about ten inches apart.

The tan on her legs ended about six inches from the start of her butt cheeks. Applying some to the leg closest to me, I slowly worked the lotion into her thigh. She tensed up slightly at first, but seemed to loosen up the more I rubbed. I was careful not to get too close to her crotch area, but on each upward stroke my thumbs rubbed against the bottom of her suit. Up my hands went, each time my thumbs pushing the material of her suit higher on the swell of her ass cheek.

"Uh Mikey...what are you doing?"

"Just making sure that you don't burn, mom," I answered.

That seemed to satisfy her and she settled back down. I switched over to her other side and proceeded to do the same to this leg. As I rubbed the lotion on the inside of her thigh my hand went up a little further than I intended and briefly touched the edge of her crotch. I was shocked that she didn't say anything. Instead it almost looked like her legs opened a little wider. I now had an excellent view of her cloth-covered pussy. I could see little bits of pubic hair poking out the leg openings of her suit. Having not been with a woman in quite some time, my cock immediately grew hard as a rock. Emboldened, I continued to manipulate the bottom of her suit on her ass cheek, as my eyes drank in the sight of her crotch. As I stared, I noticed that the center of her crotch began to turn a darker black than the rest of the suit. I distinctly heard a soft moan coming from her. Suddenly, she stood up, thanked me for helping with her tan and practically ran back to the house.

I lingered on the blanket for fifteen or twenty minutes, giving my dick time to deflate, before gathering everything up and heading to the house. Leaving it all on the porch, I entered the house in time to see mom coming from the upstairs area. She had changed back into her shorts and shirt, but I could see that her face was flushed. I watched her go to the kitchen, then scrambled upstairs to get out of my wet trunks. While I was there, I went to the bathroom to relieve myself, but the image of mom's ass kept creeping into my head. My dick grew as I tried to go pee, so I choked my chicken like a man possessed. I spent the next few minutes cleaning my jism from the toilet; the wall behind the toilet; and any place else that it had splashed. I knew right then that I was going to go to hell.

The rest of the day was uneventful. Mom spent a lot of time sitting on the porch, while I watched an endless amount of television. After dinner I suggest we watch a movie together. Mom seemed to like this idea, so we picked one from the pay-per-view channels. I grabbed us a couple of beers and a blanket and sat on the couch. Putting the blanket over me, I held one side open and mom got under it and snuggled up against me. It felt wonderful to have her leaning into me as we settled in to watch what turned out to be a fairly good film.

"Mom, I'm sorry if I did anything inappropriate today," I finally blurted out.

"You did nothing wrong honey. It's just been so long since a man has touched me that I got scared," she explained.

"So do you want to forget about working on your tan," I asked, hoping for a no.

"Oh no, buster. You 're stuck on lotion duty until I'm a bronze colored goddess," she replied laughing.

After the movie we went to our rooms. I don't know what she was thinking, but as for myself; I was hoping that she had a lot more sun tan lotion. Sleep gathered me up and took me to a sensuous dreamland filled with images of my lovely mother.

The next few days were spent about the same as the first. We got up in the mornings, had breakfast, and then I would help her with any chores around the place. After lunch she would put on her bikini and head to the pond with yours truly in tow. I stayed on the straight and narrow when it came time to apply lotion to her however. I didn't want to ruin my little fantasy world, or damage our relationship.

About the fifth day at the pond I noticed a subtle change in her. As I was working the lotion into her thighs, she spread her legs wider than ever before. Without thinking my hand roamed higher up the inside of the thigh I was working on until I was almost touching her pussy. The closer my hand got to her crotch, the lower she would scoot her pelvis. It was as if she wanted to feel my touch. By now I had gotten very adept at pushing her suit up over her cheeks with my thumbs, exposing most of her buns to my watchful eyes. Unfortunately, each session ended the same way. She would let out a little moan, then jump up and scamper back to the house. 

The next day I had just finished her back, when she reached both hands to her suit bottoms and pulled the material into the crack of her ass. I could see that the suit was lodged firmly into the slit of her womanhood, leaving the puffy outer lips visible. I also saw that the hair had been neatly trimmed, leaving only a sparse covering. 

"That should save you the trouble of trying to be sneaky," she whispered without looking at me.

Yes boys and girls; I was busted by my own mom. 

Since they were out in the open, I put lotion on my hands and began rubbing it into her soft ass cheeks. I cannot describe the feelings coursing through me at this time. I can only say that the feel of those soft, round cheeks yielding to my hands was glorious. Leaving one hand on her ass, I used the other to stroke the inside of her thigh. Stroking slowly upward until I made contact with her naked outer lip. A deep moan escaped her as soon as my fingers touched her bare skin but she didn't stop me. With my index finger running through the center of her cleft, my other fingers lightly tickling her outer lips; I could feel her getting hotter than I thought was possible. Her breathing became ragged as she pushed her pussy harder against my hand. I slid my finger down her slit toward the front while my thumb wormed its way under the fabric of her suit. My index finger found her clit, swollen and erect under the suit and I began to slowly massage it. My thumb was now completely inside her suit and I rubbed it up her very wet pussy until it found her opening. Gently I pushed it inside her until it was buried all the way in.

"Aaaaggghhh shit," she cried out. 

I felt her cunt grip my thumb as she pushed back against my hand, whimpers of pleasure rushing from her mouth. No longer able to control myself, I climbed between her legs and grabbed her hips. I felt no resistance from her as I hoisted her ass up in the air and pulled her bottoms down to her knees. My swim trunks were at my knees in a flash as I positioned myself behind her smooth ass. Taking my raging cock in one hand and holding her with the other, I rubbed the mushroom head between her labia, coating it with the abundance of juice pouring out of her. When I felt her entrance, I eased forward until the head of my cock sank into the moist canal of her heated cunt. With her head still on the blanket, her hair completely covering her face, I slowly pushed until I felt my balls up against her engorged clitoris.

I started with a slow rhythm, not going all the way in, or all the way out. Just enough movement to savor the feel of her muscles contracting on my shaft each time I sank in to her. It wasn't long before my tempo increased, until I was pounding into her smoldering heat with abandonment. She was slamming back against me with just as much enthusiasm, her ass cheeks rippling as our bodies collided. Our fucking didn't last long before I felt my swiftly approaching orgasm building deep in my balls. I knew it was only a matter of seconds before I would explode up inside her.

"Oh God, please forgive me...I'm cuuuummming," she wailed.

Just as she was screaming out her own orgasm, I grabbed her hips and held her still. I pushed my cock as far into her as I could go and shot my spunk forcefully against the back of her quivering pussy.

"Ohhhh Shhiiiittt," I growled. 

I leaned slowly backwards, my cock pulling out of her with an audible plop. A mixture of our juices leaked out of her and landed partly on my knees and the blanket. I watched speechless, as she stood up on trembling legs, yanked her bottoms up and ran to the house.

It took a couple of minutes before I had enough energy to get up and chase after her. I searched the downstairs area before heading up the stairs where I figured she had gone. Her bedroom door was open so I went to it and found her sprawled crossways on the bed, her feet hanging over the side. She was quietly sobbing into her pillow.

"Mom..." I softly called to her as I approached the bed.

"Oh Mikey, please forgive me," she said between sobs.

Forgetting that I hadn't put my swim trunks back on, I sat on the edge of the bed, leaned forward and brushed the hair away from her back and face. With her face turned sideways on the pillow in my direction, I could see tears streaming from her closed eyes. I felt like the biggest jerk in the world at that moment.

"There is nothing to forgive you for, Mom," I began. "If anyone needs to be forgiven, it's me. I don't know what came over me."

Turning on her side, she opened her eyes and reached up to place the palm of her hand against the side of my face. I could feel her hand trembling as she lovingly stroked me. I don't think my nakedness even registered on her worried mind.

"What I did was so wrong. I've been so lonely, but when you touched me these last few days, I just couldn't control myself."

"I love you more than anything in this world Mom, and the last thing I would ever do is hurt you," I told her.

"I know sweetheart. But what we did is so wrong."

I stared deep into her blue eyes and without thinking, asked if she had enjoyed what we had done.

"God forgive me...I enjoyed it more than I can say," she said, a weak smile on her soft lips. 

I couldn't help myself. Bending forward, I placed a tentative kiss on her lips. When she responded, I increased the pressure and pushed my tongue between her lips. Hers met mine with the same urgency. Lying down next to her I scooped her into my arms and half dragged her lithe body on to mine, our lips locked passionately. She maneuvered her thighs so that she was straddling my waist, her suit covered pussy dangerously close to my expanding cock. 




Mom's Tan Lines



Our embrace went on for what felt like forever. As she clung to my neck and our tongues did battle, I allowed my hands to roam all over her soft warm body. My hands traveled from her bare thighs, up her sides, and then to her back were I unhooked her top with surprising ease. When I reached down and tugged at the bottoms of her suit, she leaned far enough to one side and allowed me to remove it from one leg while our kiss remained unbroken. 

She leaned up and propped herself with her hands on my chest. This movement caused her pelvis to slide further down my waist and I could feel my now hardened cock trapped in the folds of her still soaked cunt. I knew she felt it too when a moan slipped from her lips. With both her arms straightened, her top fell down revealing her small breast. They hung with the angle and I saw they had quarter sized brown areolas capped with nipples the size of erasers. 

Staring deeply into my eyes, she slid the wet folds of herself along the length of my shaft, her hard clitoris and pubic hair tickling the underside of my glans. My cock was harder than it has ever been.

"Are you sure," she whispered.

"I have never wanted anything as much as I want this," I answered, careful not to call her Mom.

Sliding her pelvis forward off my cock allowed it to rise up a little, just enough so when she slid back down it penetrated between her lips and entered her. A sigh of ecstasy rushed from both our mouths at the same time. Gradually she lowered herself until all of my penis was buried deep in her tight hot pussy. Slowly she worked her hips up and down, rising high enough that just the head of my cock was in her, and then agonizingly slow, she lowered back down until I was once again completely engulfed in her heat.

I reached up and cupped her breast, tweaking the protruding nipples gently with my thumbs and forefingers. The tempo of her thrusts started to increase as I watched her face. Her eyes were tightly closed, a frown of concentration etched on her forehead and her mouth sucked in air through partially opened lips. Faster and faster she pumped, so many moans escaping from her lips that they ran together into one continuous moan. I pushed up to meet her downward thrust, the pace of our coupling becoming frenzied, my balls rising up to smack against the soft globes of her ass. The sounds of our flesh slapping together reverberated throughout the room, as I felt my cum boil over. 

"Aaaaaggggghhhhhhh," I shouted through clenched teeth, as my seed erupted in a torrent, flooding my mother's already sopping pussy. 

"Yesssss..yessssss..yessssssssss," she repeated, as I felt her cunt muscles clamp down on me.

She collapsed on my chest and I held her tightly to me, whispering how much I loved her in her ear. I'm not positive, but I swear she was purring.

When she finally rolled off me, we continued to hold each other for a very long time, neither of us wanting to let go. We gazed into each other's eyes and lovingly touched each other's face as we let the afterglow of our lovemaking wash over us.

"There's something I haven't told you yet," she finally broke the silence.

"What's that," I asked dreamily.

She propped her head up with her hand before looking down at me with that magical smile on her face.

"My parents are giving me the farm. They want to travel around the world before they get too old to enjoy themselves. All they ask is that I let them rest here when they need to," she explained.

"They really want to do that," I asked.

"Yes. So I was wondering," she continued, " how would you feel about staying here with me instead of going back into the army."

Two weeks later I was stretched out on a blanket by the pond thinking how strange life can be sometimes. Splashing noises coming from the pond broke the spell. I turned to watch as my mother; her long black hair plastered to her naked body, came toward me with that enchanting smile on her lips. There wasn't a single tan line on any part of her golden skin.



Mom's Taylor Made Dilemma



I managed to cover my intense emotional state well enough. I was shaken, but couldn't allow him to question me; I might just've blurted it out. As it happened, I did good enough, my husband bought it. I was glad he did and then went off to the garage. Now I was free to gather my thoughts while I went through the motions of making dinner. 

As I made my way, unsteadily, to the kitchen, my thoughts boiled. What was I going to do? I couldn't tell anyone. It would be a nuclear disaster for our family. How was I going to handle it? I had to make sure it never happened again, I was sure of that. 

Taylor, my 19 year old son, came into the room. He looked at me imploringly and mouthed, "I love you Mom. I'm sorry." I looked at him, but wasn't sure how to respond. I just nodded and he left.

As I prepared the meal, making a total hash of it, I turned events over and over in my mind. Alternately I was filled with fear, anger, doubt and finally desire. I had to admit it. There was no denying it. Again and again, I came back to that reaction. Did I really feel that way? It wasn't rational, logical and certainly not acceptable.

Hours later, the dishes cleaned and everyone doing their own thing, I pretended to read the paper. Still afraid of being scrutinized, I studiously kept a blank look on my face. The evening crept by, minutes taking hours. Various members of my family surfed in and out of the room. I paid enough attention to them, they quickly moved on. After a while, I put myself on autopilot, ceasing to dwell on my distress. When it was finally time for bed, I was grateful my husband fell right off to sleep. I couldn't.

There, laying in the dark, I allowed the words to form in my head. My son forced himself on me. He penetrated me with his hard young member. I was horrified by that stark reality, but yet, I burned with a fever over the memory. The dichotomy of those two positions, threatened my sanity. Yet, my mind returned to the afternoon. As I was in my room, Taylor came to me, like he would anytime. It was hard to bring to mind now, fuzzy unclear how it started. Talking, sitting on the bed. He was close, then closer. Gently, but firmly, he pushed me down. I didn't know what to do. I tried to sit up, but I couldn't. His hands took mine, pulling them above my head; his body on top of mine, pinning me so I couldn't move. I was afraid. What was he doing? Kissing. I struggled. More kissing. His weight held me down. Suddenly, I found my voice.

"No. You can't. Stop. You can't do this to me." 

"Mom, if I take you like this, you won't feel guilty. You told me the guilt would eat you alive. This way you can say you had no choice."

"But please. This is not the way. It can't be." I started to fight back with all I had, but to no avail. 

He didn't say another word. Holding both my wrists with one of his hands, the other hand worked fast to release his cock from his jeans and pull down my shorts. While he only had one hand on me, I saw my last chance, I tried to wrench my hands free, twisting and pulling them hard as I could. His strength overwhelmed me, I couldn't pull free, and then I felt him at my pussy. The head of his cock pushed at me until my fleshy walls gave way. He was bigger, thicker than I would've expected. It took a couple strokes for my body to make the adjustment for his, it was rough, since I wasn't wet or prepared for sex. I continued to fight, but I realized it was futile, so I made myself rigid as possible. He quickly established a tempo, pushing his hips so he penetrated as deeply as he could with his long fat cock, sometimes nudging my cervix, causing me to adjust my hips as best I could. 

I tried to distract my mind from it. Why had he decided this was the answer to our dilemma? Contemplating that became difficult as he pumped in and out of me and my body was starting to betray me. I didn't want to enjoy this in the least, but I could feel a buzz starting in my core, tingles spreading out from my cunt. No! I couldn't, I wouldn't. I made a conscious effort to avert my thoughts away from pleasure, but it was in vain. Moisture came from inside me, clung to his cock, permitting him to glide in and out with no effort. My will evaporated, I gave in, yielding to the thrilling sensations coursing through me. 

The tension in my legs slackened, allowing my knees to fall further open, easing his access. Still pinned, which, it appeared, was now exciting me, I couldn't move as I normally would, but could tilt my pelvis upward. Instantly, I was further aroused and became soaking wet. Detecting the change, he looked into my eyes and smiled. His rock like cock, sliced through the silken pink layers, occasionally brushing my clit, causing me shivers of delight. Taylor's balls slapped my ass as he pounded into me harder and faster, seemingly incited by my acquiescence. I absorbed it, anticipating each blow. Heat and tension were building in me, should I allow myself to cum? That would be giving in all the way and I wasn't sure I wanted to go that far. Like he read my mind, he rotated his hips so he came into greater contact with my clit. He was trying to make me cum. 

The last shred of my resistance disappeared. I gave in with gusto. Wet smacking sounds filled the room as we mated, as did the aroma of sex, heady and musky. I breathed it in and along with the sight of his face above mine, handsome and loving. The spring was tightening in my pussy, my orgasm was there, just waiting for the trigger. Jack hammering into me, urging me with each machine like incursion, cum, cum, cum, and then came the release. In a massive shudder, I came hard, shockwaves rippling through every part of my body. Tremors shot through my limbs as well and continued surging through me again and again. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh God!" 

"Yes, cum." The only words he would speak.

I did. Completely, totally, utterly. I came. My cunt squeezing him hard. Pushing and tightening around him. I felt him jerk and change pace; his body tensed. He was going to cum in me. My son, ejaculating, his semen would enter my womb. Five...hard...strokes...then...he...came, spasms wracking his body. I could feel each blast, his cock jolting inside me as I clasped him with my inner muscles. It was exquisite. 

Slowing he fell onto me, still hold my hands above my head. His mouth absently kissed my tit. Taylor stopped and we lay there, breathing heavily, but not for long. We heard the dogs barking, we weren't going to be alone for long. He let go of me, shoved his cock back in his pants, kissed my cheek and left. 

I got up and went to the bathroom to adjust myself and clean up. I could hear my husband coming in the door. He met me as I walked out of the bathroom.

As I thought of all this, my pussy was heating up again. I couldn't help it, I reached down to investigate. Dipping fingers into my well, I found the remnants of our liquefied passion. Miserable and confused as I was, I still masturbated. The heat was too overwhelming to ignore. My pussy was a bit tender, I hadn't been fucked like that in a long time. My clit was very sensitive. I had only to rub it in small circles to make it peek out from its hood. Full of shame, I teased and massaged myself, mind full of thoughts of my son, his cock and his passion, indulging in the illicit excitement of it. I used two fingers, fucking in and out of me, then a stroke or two across my clit, back in again, over and over until I could stand it no longer. I was convulsing, wanting to come. I finished using one finger, directly on the button, flying easily in the slick almost oily wetness. Rub, rub, rub... yessssss....ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh....another whoosh of fluid was released from me.

Overcome with emotion, for want a of a better word, I passed out. I wished I could've stayed that way. When I finally awoke in the morning, I felt ashamed and disgusted, that I had not only allowed myself enjoy his violation but then relived it and found more pleasure in it. Paralyzed, I didn't know what to do. I couldn't tell anyone. The consequences would effect more than him, blowing apart our family. I also wanted to protect him. The best way to do that, would be to stay silent, but to also confront him and make him know what a terrible thing he had done. He could never do it again, to anyone. Carrying the burden would be both our penances. I had to admit my culpability in this. I wasn't free of guilt. No matter how much he thought taking me against my will might alleviate it. It couldn't. The truth wouldn't allow that. 

As days clicked by, two things were going on. First, I did nothing, still immobilized by fear. I didn't want to destroy my son or our family. I wasn't afraid of him, naïve as that sounded to me. Taylor, for his part, seemed to walk on egg shells. He didn't try to be alone with me or approach me in any way except when necessary. Then, it was with the utmost care and respect. 

Second, I couldn't keep from indulging in experiencing it again and again. It was constantly there, on my mind. Especially, when I was alone and most acutely, when I was in bed at night. Like an erotic naughty video, it looped in my mind. Sometimes I was successful in stopping it. More often, I was not, as I would masturbate to memories of his touch, his ardor and mine. My orgasms were some of the most intense I'd ever had. It only made my guilt worse. My soul was in hell, covering for my son and hiding it from his father. I knew I'd have to talk about it directly with Taylor, and soon. I just couldn't bring myself to say the words. I love him and didn't want hurt him, even though he'd made a dangerous mistake. Knowing my own blame in the situation, didn't make it any easier. I felt like a hypocrite. I would have to face this soon, for the sake of my sanity. Making it worse, I had no idea what Taylor was feeling.

There Mom was, in the kitchen. I was pretty sure we were alone, I was hoping anyway. We needed to talk without anyone potentially overhearing us. She was barefoot, wearing a white cotton skirt and a tight t-shirt. Her body was silhouetted in the sunlight streaming through the window, which also backlit the skirt so I could see the outline of her under it. Her legs and butt were clear; I knew first hand they were smooth and firm. The shirt stuck to the contours of her breasts, so luscious and full; her arms were well shaped from her work outs. The sight fired me up, even though it was not why I had wanted to be alone with her. My groin stirred. I knew it was wrong. We hadn't discussed what had happened just days ago and I was ready to do it again. I took a deep breath, trying to clear my head and walked up behind her.

The perfume of her hair and skin surrounded me. I enjoyed that for a moment. Apparently, she hadn't heard me come in, I scared her when she heard me inhale, but she kept her back to me. "Taylor, nobody else is home. Honey, we need to talk."

I stood close behind her, but didn't touch. "I know Mother. I feel bad about what happened. I don't want you to be afraid of me or angry. I love you."

"You should feel bad. You forced yourself on me. You know that's a crime. However, you're my son, I could never turn you in and I know I couldn't tell your father. Part of the reason for that is I want to protect you. The other part, as you well know, I'm also to blame for it."

Her words melted me. Even after what I had done to her, she loved me. She was right, I knew it was wrong, an act I could be arrested for and put in jail. I felt like shit, I didn't want to hurt her. I made excuses for it, before I did it. After it was over, they didn't make sense any more.

"Mom, I'm sorry. I hope I didn't hurt you. I know it was bad and wrong. I just thought...I made up excuses to myself...that it would be the way to keep you from feeling guilty for wanting to have sex with me. If you had no choice, you wouldn't blame yourself. I didn't think of it as rape. That's the word, isn't it?"

She turned off the stove; put her hands on either side of it, on the counter. I could see her shoulders shaking, like she was weeping. That did it. I came up behind her and held her in a bear hug. She grabbed my arms, and squeezed. We stood there for a few minutes. Then my arms slipped a little causing my hands to cup her tits. I left them there. My cock jumped in my shorts. She stopped crying and even breathing. My dick got harder, it had to be poking her butt and I couldn't help it, I closed my hands around her tits. She softly moaned. "No. We can't", but I didn't make a move. 

Frozen stiff, standing there on the kitchen floor, we both weren't breathing. Then she sighed and backed into me, snuggling further in my arms. Automatically, I held her tighter, bending down to kiss her neck. She inhaled and gasped. I kissed harder, almost biting her. Her butt squirmed against my fully erect tool. I couldn't stop now. I turned her to face me and kissed her, my tongue swirling around her mouth. For a second she was rigid, but I continued and she gave in, kissing me back just as hard. Her body was soft now as she became part of me. I crushed her against my chest, her boobs smashing into me. My hard on was pressing into her crotch. I liked kissing her, but that wasn't enough. I had to have her again. I picked her up from her bottom and walked to the table.

I laid her down and really looked at her. Her face was intense, no smile like she normally had. I lifted her skirt and pulled her panties off, then spread her legs. I caught the scent of her pussy and gulped it in. It was sort of sweet, but not like perfume or flowers. It made me almost dizzy. I just knew I had to taste her so I went for it, leaning down; she took hold of my head.

I could tell Taylor was going to go down on me. I reached out for his head to guide him in. He stopped though and just looked at my wide open pussy for a minute, then took his fingers and spread my labia apart. With one finger he traced my opening, lightly touching the tender outer lips. I shivered. It was thrilling, such a gentle touch from so young a man. Carefully, he inserted just his fingertip, a few inches into me and moved it around in a slow circle, exploring me. Maybe he'd never had the chance to do this with a girl before. Pushing in deeper, he made the same circle. As he turned his hand upward, he caught my G-spot and I reacted. "Yes baby! That's a good place."

He grunted and smiled, rubbing it slowly and watching me intently. Unable to hold still, I fidgeted under his touch. Taylor was experimenting, moving slow then fast, easily slipping in my moist pinkness, and keeping the spot under his control. "Honey, faster, please. It feels so good. Ahhhhhh." I begged him. 

"I will mother. I will." He smirked, clearly pleased with himself, he increased the speed. 

What a picture we made. My son, his fingers in his mother's pussy, while she was splayed on the kitchen table. The image faded away quickly as my attention turned to the heat and pressure building deep inside me. Closing my eyes, I focused. My breathing, ragged with passion. "Yes Taylor. Faster and harder. Ahhh ahhhhh ahhh..." I rocked my hips on his hand. "Oh, honey, yes." More rapidly still, he rubbed and my excitement grew. Escalating with each stroke. "Ohhhhhhhhh..ohhhhhhhhh...ahhhhhhhh. Taylor, yes!...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." I came. Oh did I cum. My pussy throbbed with spasms, each one running the length of my body in both directions. I laid there, my breath ragged, absorbing each stroke, thinking he'd stop, but he didn't. He seized on my clit with his mouth, sucking it like a straw in a milkshake, trying to get the last sticky bit from the bottom, while his fingers were still moving inside me. It took me by complete surprise, with no effort, I came again, arching my back and grabbing his head. I lifted my pelvis into him and held his face there. He let go and licked. He licked every part of my pubic mound, side and center, like an ice cream cone, swirling his tongue, inside and out. 

Damn, Mom tasted so delicious. When she came, juice flowed freely from her. I couldn't let it be wasted on my hand, I had to drink it up. I slurped her clit and her crevices hard as I could. Mom amazed me by cumming again so quickly. No girl I'd ever been with did that. Licking every part of her, I wanted no drop to go untasted. I savored every moment, touch and flavor. Because I knew this was my mother whom I loved and respected and whom I wanted to experience as a passionate and loving woman. I was afraid to do anything that would upset my opportunities to have these sweet interludes again and again. 

My cock was so hard, it felt like the skin would split. It needed to be buried deep inside her, soon. I wanted her to cum once more though. One more burst of mouth watering mother elixir and I'd have to fuck her. Her clit was hard and stuck out so far, I didn't need to pull the folds that usually protected clits. Playing ping pong with my tongue, I flicked it, from side to side, digging into the folds with the very tip of it. Pussies are wonderful. So many textures of skin; slick and smooth walls inside; bumpy and wrinkled ridges outside. Mother was various shades of pink. From pale to dark and rosy. Her aroma was all around me, still making me lightheaded, or was that lust? Enough playing, I went to work. Sticking my tongue out, I licked the fleshy part right outside her opening. I don't know what that's called, but she liked it. Massaging it and then jabbing into her, she wriggled on my face. Her hands held my head tight. I could feel she was nearing an orgasm, that and her moans clued me in. God, I loved to hear her excitement. I missed that the last time. So I clamped down on her clit and everything else that would fit in my mouth and sucked, slipping my index finger into her velvet smoothness to fuck her. Mom went wild. Gasping and speaking under her breath. "Yes! Taylor, oh god, Taylor, suck me. Ahhh honey, yessssssss."

Boy did I! Finger fucking her, her tight muscles flexed on it. Gulping as much as I could of her pussy, I sucked hard, even as she came in a gush. Oh God. Was there anything better in the world? I had Mom, all to myself, at this moment. She was crying out in ecstasy. "Ohhhhhhh Taylor, Momma's cumming." It was so fucking hot, I almost came.

Realizing that, I tried to slow myself down, without stopping her. My cock was throbbing to the point of painful. I had to get it in her. Easing up, easing up...I felt I could finally stop. I did and stood up. Putting her legs over my shoulders, I pulled her butt to the edge of the table. I noticed her face. It was full of, joy, I think. I gave her that kind of happiness. The kind a man gives a woman and I was proud? I couldn't help it. I was her man. I lined up the head of my dick, swished it around in the moisture and got ready to enter heaven. Taylor stood there, his cock poised to enter me. Looking into his handsome face, feeling his lust prodding me, I waited, remembering his last intrusion, only this time, I was prepared. My pussy was wet and ready. He pushed just a few inches into my now silky wetness, and then pulled out. I looked down to see he was drenched. Grasping my hands in his, I eagerly anticipated his next move. In one thrust, his turgid member rent me open, sinking all the way to the bottom. "Ahhhhhhhhh Taylor! Ahhhhhhhhh!" I almost came. The friction was so exquisite; I involuntarily gasped. Pulling out again, dragging my inner juice with him, I looked down once more to see the glistening meat between my legs. Hot and full of desire I told him, "fuck me now baby. Hard." He grinned and tugged me further off the edge of the table and leaned over me, and started to glide into body and back out, in and then out. He got into a rhythm, in and out, in and out, so deep, our pubic hair was enmeshed, stopping to once in a while to grind my clit with his pelvis. "Please honey, faster." I pleaded with him. I wanted to be pounded on. Again, that playful grin and another grab to yank him into me. 




Mom's Taylor Made Dilemma Ch. 02



"Oh God, yes Taylor, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" I was cummmmmmming again. Tremors surged through every fiber of my being. I rocked back on my knees, pushing into his slamming hips. Harder and harder he drove into me. My orgasm continued, roiling. His orgasm was imminent. 

"Ahhhhhhhh mother...I'm going to cum." Seizing my hips in both his hands and held me still as he came with each stroke. "Yes mom, yes....ahhhhhhhhh ahhhhh ahhhh." 

Damn I came hard. Each time with her was better than the time before. I got to know her body better. Know how to increase her pleasure and she was giving me advice too. I kept the motion going, my cock was still jerking inside her. I was happy to be with her like this. I fell onto her back and grabbed her tits and gently fondled them, kissing her neck, "Mom I love you."

I was shocked by what I saw, at first, filling instantly with rage, but that quickly subsided as excitement stirred in my loins. I was oddly fascinated and aroused. Realizing withdrawal was the best course of action, at the moment, I retreated, from the sight but not the thought, it followed me. 

The unfamiliar noises coming from my bedroom had drawn me back there as fast as I could walk, I approached quietly. I was glad I did. Not being a rash or quick to react, by my nature, I appreciated that I hadn't made my presence known; they hadn't heard my feet on the stairs. I needed to think about this. I wasn't expected home for a couple more hours, so I backed out of the hall and down the stairs, out the door. My son and wife never knew I was there and saw them.

I had seen my wife, having sex with our son, what a sucker punch. However, I couldn't tear my eyes from them. My anger rose, but I couldn't sustain it and found myself stimulated. As I drove off, the ghosts of my wife and son haunted me and, to my surprise, I had a full erection.

After Taylor and I were cleaned up and the bed straightened, the guilt hit me again. What was I doing? This time we had found ourselves strangely alone in the house. I tried to resist, once again, I had to make that effort, but I was so lacking in character or moral fortitude, I couldn't make more than a pretense of it. Two weeks had gone by since we'd had sex on the table. We'd talked and agreed, no more. We could've taken chances several times, but didn't. Why today? I didn't have time to ponder it any further. Mark, my husband, would be home soon.

Sitting at the table tonight, I couldn't stop staring at Mom, she was so beautiful. She looked a little tired, but I remembered her face as I ate her pussy this afternoon. When she came, she didn't look like Mom anymore. I think I had a hard on while I sat there and had to talk to my Dad to get it under control. I wondered how I could talk to him when I was screwing his wife? At first I didn't connect the two, but tonight, I was feeling shitty over it. I knew Mom was right, we're doing something very wrong. By the time dinner was over, I didn't know if I could do it again.

I sat at the table with the family trying to eat dinner. Jenna and Taylor passed it off well. I tried to keep my thoughts even so I could do the same, but I found myself drifting back to this afternoon. The spectacle of them on our bed, him fucking her from behind, her moans of pleasure as she said his name and the aroma of sex was strongly in the air. My loins were stirring and I knew I couldn't dwell on it or I'd get hard again or let it slip I knew. I didn't want that. I had a course of action in mind. I wanted to see it through.

After dinner, I went out to my shop for bit like normal. Nobody noticed I took my brief case with me. In it were the tools of my plan. In my disoriented haze this afternoon, I had driven back to work. As I traveled, I took no note of the surroundings; I didn't know what to do until I pulled in. I didn't want to reveal I knew about my wife and son, however, I had to know more about it, if it was just that once, which I doubted, or were their trysts often. At work, there was the answer. My company dealt in electronics including surveillance cameras. Being a partner, I could take what I wanted with little attention. Here now I had two wireless remote cameras. They were state of the art, no cables, motion activated and I could zoom and direct them from remotely. They were so small, I could hide them in the bedroom. I had two monitors as well and a miniaturized digital recorder. In the shop, I ran through the setup, programming the signal. Tomorrow was Saturday, I would have a chance to set them up. For now, I would have to get through the night. Satisfied all the gear I needed was in place, I returned to the house.

Laying next to Jenna, in the bed where she had moaned her release just hours before, I got hard as a rock. I wanted to take her and assert my manhood on her. Make her cum as she had with Taylor. Our sex life had been dwindling, maybe that was why she was screwing our son. I pondered taking her, but rejected it, to do so would force her into a corner. Instead, I behaved as normal, but only pretended to sleep. When I heard her breathing deep and regular, I rolled on my back reaching down for my stiffened member. I revisited the memory, the sight of Taylor invading his mother from behind. The wet sounds as his cock penetrated her over and over. His hands easily holding her hips as he steadied himself before he came into her pussy. Her ass, though firm, still shook as he hammered her. 

Erection in hand, I quietly stroked my engorged organ. My mind aflame, Jenna was no longer a wife and mother, she was now the lover of my son. More like a woman than the mother role I had relegated her to. Thinking of her hot cunt squeezing as she came, I worked my meat, urging it to climax. Her hot wetness, like a glove, tight, like my hand. Faster, faster, ahhh ahhh...she was cooing to Taylor, "I'm cumming." Not having prepared myself my self for this, I lifted the covers slightly and came on my stomach, rubbing it into my skin so as not to leave tell tale stains on our sheets.

The next morning, after they had finally left, I went to it , working quickly. I installed the cameras from two angles, a side view of the bed and from above in the corner, the frame was from the foot to the head of the bed. I checked the scene on my monitors, zooming in and out. This experience had awoken the voyeur within in me, compelling my need to see more of them. I wasn't sure if this had been an ongoing affair, or I had stumbled on the first round. Hazarding a guess, I'd say that wasn't their initial encounter. I was maddened by the thought, but as had become the case, it was quickly dissipated by my curiosity and desire to witness more of their forbidden assignation.

The motion detectors would activate the cameras and catch whatever went on in here. The digital recorder would save it for me to peruse when I got home. The install went so quickly, I had time to set up the monitors in the shop, hiding them from curious eyes in a cabinet. Anyone walking in wouldn't be able to spot anything different. I was ready now and even eager for them to make their next rendezvous without delay. However, I knew, it wasn't going to be for at least a couple more days. 

Mom and I had a heart to heart a couple days after the scene on the table. "Honey, I'm worried we're going to get out of control and get caught."

"Mom, as long as long as we only do it when everyone is out of the house, it'll be ok."

"We're tempting fate darling. My nerves are fraying. I feel so guilty. You're my son. I'm your mother. We are never supposed to think of each other in this way, much less act on it."

I couldn't argue with her there. I was feeling pretty guilty sitting at dinner with my Dad that night, almost sick. But it had disappeared as soon as I was alone with her. She was so hot to me. I agreed to cool it for a while. I had no choice, but it was hard, all I thought about was her and what we did. The last time, wasn't so rushed, Mom took a couple minutes, while I was eating her, to teach me what felt best to her. I was anxious to go down on her again, see if I did it better. 

I thought of that all the time now, but since she was still saying no, I had been sneaking into her room, getting her panties and masturbating with them when she was gone. I would have to have her soon, I hoped to, but I couldn't push it. I was afraid she'd drop the hammer on me ending all chances to ever make love to her again; to lick her pussy and suck her tits and shove my cock into her. My dick got hard every time I thought of her. 

Damnit! Three days had gone by and I'd gotten nothing. Every night I came rushing home, hoping to observe more of them in action. Each night as soon as I could, I went out to shop to review what the recorder had captured. No one noticed as this was my habit to go out there after dinner. Disappointingly, what I found was Jenna dressing, undressing and cleaning, days of it. There were also the other members of our family going in and out of the room, only mundane activity. At the end of the first week, I still had no prize, though, one evening, I was chagrined to find Taylor on the feed as I fast forwarded through the day's traffic. 

He entered, seemingly apprehensive, going straight for the clothes hamper. He rooted through it and found Jenna's panties, bringing them to his face, rubbing the smooth satiny fabric against his cheek. I knew her panties well, like father, like son. He then pressed the crotch to his nose, breathing in her sweet scent. Ahhhhhhh...my loins reacted at the sight of him doing what I'd recently resorted to. He then took them and licked the panel in which lay up against her treasure all day long. He moved to the bed, sitting down at the edge, he opened his jeans, his hard cock springing out. He masturbated, holding the undergarment to his cheek. I wasn't excited by the sight of this, only the idea that he was lusting for his mother, which did produce a hard on in my own pants. He finished and replaced the underwear, leaving quickly. 

The weekend came and went. I was getting frustrated. I was going to have to create a circumstance to invite another episode. The idea so occupied my mind, Jenna was questioning if there was a problem. Making a note to be more disciplined and to keep from drifting off in my thoughts, I assured her all was fine. At night, I spent hours thinking of her and Taylor and how to present them once more with an opportunity to consummate their lust. Finally it hit me. I'd tell them I was going to the other office, hours away; I would be gone the whole day and more! In two days, everyone but Taylor and Jenna were headed on a 2 day camping trip with a youth group. It would be the perfect time for me to extend my day, giving them some security, I'd be out of the way too. 

Taylor and I had agreed to slow down, not risk being discovered. Well, he'd acquiesced. It'd been a week, and, as after every other time we'd been together, the guilt diminished and yearning returned to me. I found myself thinking more and more about Taylor. When he was in the room, I noticed how handsome he was, the structure of his body, the color of his eyes and the sound of his voice. More and more, these thoughts stole into my mind. The only thing that had grabbed more of my attention was Mark. He'd seemed distracted and distant. Not at all himself. It worried me until I mentioned it to him and then the old Mark was back. Must've been work, but I was going to keep an eye on him. I didn't see how he could know, however, it was worth paying attention to though, if he were to find out, it'd be the end of our family. Did I really want to gamble that away on satisfying my own selfish desires? Further complicating matters, by coincidence, in a couple days Mark was heading to his other office 3 hours away. He would be gone not just for the work day, but late into the night. The rest of the family, but for me and Taylor, were to be away for 2 days. The temptation to gratify ourselves would be immense.

Almost giddy with anticipation, my cock was semi-rigid as I got in the car and drove off. I was going up to the other office. It was the only way to insure I wouldn't give into the impulse to spy on their activities. As the day wore on, I tried to work and keep my mind on what I was doing. I tried shutting my office door, to keep my employees out for a while, nonetheless it only served to protract the day. Finally I gave in and found a compartment in which to shut Jenna and Taylor and threw myself into work the rest of the day. It had worked, until I left. Now driving towards home, it was difficult to keep from speeding. What would the digital record reveal? Anything?

As they left for their trip, I kissed everyone and waved goodbye. When the door closed, it was if reality was suspended, I entered another realm. Taylor was in the hall, on his face, naked desire. He didn't move or say a word. His questions, unasked, the answers equally unuttered. I walked directly to him, all resolve, all my promises to myself, shattering with each step. I ended up running into his arms. 

I wanted her. I couldn't help myself. I didn't want to push or take her against her will. As I kissed her, holding her tight in my arms, her body melted into mine, she was so soft. I could feel how much she wanted me, more than the last time. I had no control now that I knew she was so willing. I picked her up and headed for my room.

Jenna met me at the door. "How was your trip honey?" She always stayed up to see me when I was out this late.

I couldn't tell from her demeanor if anything had transpired. "Oh it was fine, nothing earth shattering. I was very busy, the day flew by. How was everything here?"

"Oh, fine. Quiet with everyone gone. Taylor went out with his friends tonight. He's back now, work and school tomorrow." She got me a drink and listened as I recounted the day. I kept trying to read her. Nothing there, Jenna was blank, she would yield no clue. 

"I'm not ready for bed and it's almost 1:00. You can go to bed if you'd like while I unwind for a bit."

"I had an early morning, getting everyone ready to go, I'm tired. I guess I'll go now. But don't stay up too late, alright?"

"Don't worry, I won't. I just need to have this drink and get over the road jitters." 

"Hahahahaa...", she laughed. I looked at her again. She was beautiful. "Ok. I gotcha." She leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. "Goodnight honey."

She walked down the hall, the door closed and I was free to go out to my shop. I could barely contain myself. Opening the cabinet, I pulled the monitors out and reset the recorder to the beginning of the day. My heart raced. I hit play to let the machine tell me the story, if there was one. Suddenly, I was agonized to realize, Jenna's behavior might indicate, nothing happened at all.

Relief. I was so relieved to be excused. I was glad I would have the opportunity to try to go to sleep without him at my side. I was so remorseful, I had held up like a feather in a whirlwind. No moral fiber. I ran to Taylor for God's sake.

I heard Mom go to her room. I could relax now. She must've held herself together. I was worried, she was so upset as it got near to the time he was going to get home. She was falling apart. At least I could relax now. If there was going to be a scene, at least it would be hours from now. Finally, I could go back in my mind, remember our love making, how she felt to me, how she tasted. 

I carried her down the hall and set her down on the bed and stripped her clothes off. She didn't have a problem with that, she helped yanking and pulling them off her. I dropped my shorts and was naked in a second. I stood her back up so I could hug her, body to body, skin on skin. Kissing her open mouthed, my tongue searched hers. Her skin was still scented from her morning shower. She leaned into me. I was so hot, I lifted Mom up under her arms, laying her down and getting on top. I kissed her more but broke it off to, kiss down her neck until I got to her tits. Ohhhhh...god they were perfect. I took them in my hands and rolled her nipples between my thumb and finger, making them hard. She sighed. More kisses around the areolas and then I sucked as much as I could into my mouth. 

Taylor suckled my breast, drawing in as much as he could and kneading the other one. Producing tingles within, like when I nursed him, almost like the letdown before milk flows. He sucked and chewed, licked and kissed both of them, lingering, relishing them, like he hadn't been able to the last two times. I was surprised since he started out so heated, but I was delighted to have him pay so much attention to them. The wetness was already gathering in my pussy. 

I wanted her pussy now, her juice, the warmth and aroma of it all over my face. I got up on the bed, lying on my back. "Mom, mount up."

She smiled and jumped up on my chest. "Are you sure? This is what you want?"

"Yes Mom, please." I grabbed her bottom and pulled her towards my face. "Come on. Sit on my face."

She wiggled up, put her knees on either side of my shoulders and sank down on me. There is was, pink and beautiful, good enough to eat. Hahahaha! So I did. Starting at her clit, poking out from its hiding place, I tickled it with the tip of my tongue. Just the smallest amount of her honeyed tangy juice was there. I let it stay there for an extra second, enjoying the flavor. I enjoyed the little pearl at the top of her pinkness that I discovered after she showed me and explained what it was. I was putting her lesson to good use. Mmmmm. That was that, I was getting more of that as fast I could. I plunged into her, fucking her with my tongue, swirling inside to scoop out as much as I could, trying to lick every drop possible from her, but then remembering, I how I wanted her to enjoy this too. Slowing down, I used small strokes, fluttering bottom to top and tickling her clit. Mom got excited and pressing further down on my face. With not much maneuvering room, I could only clamp down and sucked her clit and everything else I could get my mouth, stroking now and then with my tongue. I got into a rhythm, like fucking. She rode my face, gently never suffocating me, but she was tensing. Her thighs were squeezing my head. Suck, release, suck, release...building...suck, release, building....her pussy was pulsing in my face...suck release...suuuuuuuuuuuuuuck release...suuuuuuuuuuuck...release...she grinded down on my face...suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck...I wanted her to cum...suuuuuuuuuuuuck...cum for me Mom...suuuuuuck...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh....", she came, screaming my name and gushing all over my face and mouth. "Taylor, Taylor. YESSSSSSSSSSSss...Oh God, yes." Her pussy pulsating while holding my head like a vice in her thighs, crushing down on me, I just kept sucking trying to get every drop, until she settled.

Taylor had brought me to a swift and total climax. He learned his lesson well. Some other woman would get the benefit of that someday, but for now, I had all the benefits of teaching him. Not wasting a second, I turned around and got between his legs. I had to have his cock in my mouth this time. It surprised him. "Mom, really? You would do that?"

"Yes, I can't wait to." Taylor was ready for me, no need to get him up. I took just the head in my mouth and sucked, running my tongue around the rim. He pulled his knees up in response.

"God Mom!" He was smiling at me. That Taylor happy smile I knew so well. Jarring me for a second; reminding he is my son. I shook it off quickly, I had to or I'd stop altogether.

Turing my mind back to his cock, I worked my mouth down his shaft, bit by bit, coming back to the top and going further down each time. He responded, shuddering and gasping as I got to the bottom. Running my mouth up and down, I sucked, sticking my tongue out so it ran up and down his shaft. He murmured, " ahhhhhh...yessssssss....yesssss...Mom."




Mom's Taylor Made Dilemma Ch. 02



I stopped at the top and took it in my hand, stroking it up and down while my mouth focused on just the top three inches. He grunted and groaned, his hands resting on my head, flexing his hips up towards my mouth. It wasn't long, I could feel him tensing and just at that moment, he took hold of my head. "No, I don't want to cum like that. I want to put it in you." 

I was astounded; it was not what I was expecting, though I knew it was possible. I had been watching them on playback on both monitors simultaneously for sometime, excited, but at times shaken to see them. I didn't know how much longer it was going to go on. Once Taylor had stopped her from going down on him, he must've asked her to get on him. I hadn't wired for sound, I could only guess what was being said, though I could see pleasure on their faces when they were in view on camera. Now, I gazed at the screen as she was riding his cock. Her hips rocking forward and pulling her ass further underneath her, it must brush her clit that way, I analyzed. As my wife undulated, her pussy consuming my son's hardness with every stroke, I could only imagine how he felt. My own member was ready to split if I didn't give it some release, for which the time had come. As I witnessed the playing out of their ardor, for I was certain this was more than simple lust, my own hunger was near peak levels. Giving in, I allowed myself to get full benefit from their show, admitting their appeal to my libido. 

Jenna was rocking harder on Taylor; her body was jostled by the impact of her impaling her cunt on our son's dick. A harsh word, but it fit the raw scene I was watching. Her tempo was in perfect pace with me as I jerked myself. Taylor had his hands on her hips and was slamming his up to meet each blow. She threw her head backwards, arching her back. I could see her face from the side view camera, she was ecstatic, eyes half closed. Then she broke her rhythm. Taylor stabilized her as she frantically grinded her pelvis onto him in every direction, straining for deliverance of her rapture. She labored a few more seconds, I was mesmerized as her expression turned to bliss. Shockwaves wracked her body. Jenna smiled, a lascivious sexy smile, one I hadn't seen in ages, as she jolted and swayed on Taylor, he still pumping into her from underneath, extending her gratification. 

Jenna slowed, Taylor slowed but then he made a lightening quick move, snatching her by the waist, he flipped his mother on her back. She laughed, or appeared to, in the camera from above and behind them. In a millisecond, he had spread her legs wide and shoved his manhood into her roughly. Jenna was surprised by the abrupt invasion, but then looked...tickled. Her mouth gave her the appearance of laughing which faded quickly into delight as her son began to pound into her, his mother, with machine like precision. Banging away, she was speaking to him, he made an adjustment, like he was being taught something, his angle of penetration changed, I could see from the side. Jenna closed her eyes as did Taylor. I matched this new speed, intent on climaxing with them. As I watched him slamming into her pussy I let them fuel me. Urging me on, feverishly jerking my cock, my balls tightened. Taylor must've been at that point too. Breaking pace, his body went rigid as he awkwardly continued to fuck her. I knew we were all at the same place, cumming together. He shook as he stopped and surely had to be ejaculating in her. Jenna was cumming too, her lips mouthing something. I came in a fount of semen, shooting high into the air and landing on my pants. I'd forgotten to protect them. Didn't matter now; I stroked it harder as more oozed, I was out of breath by the time my balls stopped ejaculating. I felt spent. My wife and son seemed to be in the same condition as they laid together for some time on our bed. 

Since we were alone for the day, I had Taylor roll off me and we laid in each other's arms on my bed. He had wanted to go to his room, but it felt so wrong, my son fucking me in the room he was a boy in. Here he was a man. 



Mom's Taylor Made Dilemma Ch. 03



I couldn't think at work. The sex video of my son and wife played nonstop in my head all day long. It got so bad, the tension in my balls was excruciating, causing me to lock my office door two different times so I could masturbate. I felt pathetic and miserable. How could I be stimulated by what was certainly a crime against nature? It was a violation of our marriage vows at the very least. I couldn't stop myself. Watching her being fucked by my 19 year old son, his cock in his mother's pussy, hit something deep and primal in me. She also appeared to be instructing him, more maternal attendance to his education? I could imagine that any woman he would be with from now on would benefit from Jenna's stewardship of his sexual education. I couldn't wait to get home. Of course I would have to check on the video feed, but I couldn't imagine they would have another encounter so quickly, especially since I was on my usual schedule. I decided to call it an early day, lack of sleep was contributing to my to my inability to focus on anything but Jenna and Taylor.

I knew I needed to talk to Mom but had to wait until the afternoon since I had work first thing in the morning and my Dad was still home when I left. Finally, I was home. She was very upset when I went to bed; I had to make sure she was o.k. I searched the house but eventually found her in the backyard, lying on a blanket under one of our big trees.

"Mom! Are you o.k.?" I just blurted it out.

She sat up, leaving her sunglasses on. "Yeah honey, I'm doing o.k. Why do you ask?"

"Because I thought you were going to fall apart last night, right before Dad got home. You must've held it together in front of him. I didn't hear anything like a nuke go off." I tried to smile.

She laughed softly, "Yeah, I got through it. I think I went numb. So don't worry baby."

"Well I am worried. I don't want to hurt you. If this is bugging you so much you're getting hysterical, then we have to stop. I love you Mom." I held my breath. What if she said we should? I went too far too fast. What an idiot. I didn't want to stop, but, I guess, I really didn't want to ruin her life either.

"Darling, right now, I'm kind of tender. Yesterday, you were all I wanted. But then, like I told you last night, the guilt and self-hatred started to sink in again. Baby, what we're doing is wrong. I keep letting it happen, hell, I ran to you, that's more than letting, that's pursuing you. How many times can I say it to you and to myself? It's wrong. You're my son. What in the hell am I doing? You're adult, but since I'm your mother, I feel I might've manipulated you into this." She stopped and inhaled.

"NO! NO! I wanted this too. You can't take all the blame. I wanted you. I raped you mother, that was ALL my fault. I'm still not sure how I'm going to live with that. For right now, I just don't think about it. But no, I did this too." My voice was rising. 

She looked alarmed and scanned the yard, "Shhhhhhhhhhh!!! We can't take a chance of your voice carrying."

"Ok." I whispered. "I did do this too. I wanted to, I had to."

"Well, that's nice of you to try to take it on your shoulders Taylor, but I'm the real adult here and your mother and I shouldn't ever have had sex with you."

"I'm almost 20. I'm not a little boy mother." Damn that hurt. I know what she was trying to do, but I'm an adult too. I wouldn't let her make me the little boy in this. "Look at me mother. I'm a man. Not your baby boy."

"Oh darling, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it that way. I don't know what I'm doing right now. I know what I think and what I want to say, but I can't allow you to take on this burden alone and I share the greater part of it." She looked down, but I could see her jaw was drawn. She was close to crying.

She held out her arms, "come here sweetheart." She held me in her arms. I wanted to take away her pain. I knew what would stop it, full on, if I said "never again". I'd already said it and sort of meant it, but I wasn't willing to give it all up yet by saying it again. As she held me she starting to shake. In this condition, weak and crying, I couldn't help it, I felt protective of her and dammit! I was getting turned on. Jeez! What kind of a perv was I? 

I held Taylor and quietly wept. What torture this was. I wanted to protect my son, but I wanted to partake of him as a man. To my horror, as I sat there, I was getting aroused, how could I? Here I sat crying over my pain and yet, I could feel a buzz in my pussy. What a depraved woman I am. It couldn't be denied though, I was feeling stimulated.

As if on cue, Taylor moved his head back, tilted my chin and kissed me. Deeply, thoroughly, lovingly, heatedly. I responded with all I had, for about 2 seconds. "NO! We can't. Not again." 

"Mom, I love you. If you don't want to, I won't push. But if I get to decide, I want to."

Blown away by the maturity of that statement, I had no will of my own anymore. I surrendered to him, laying back, beckoning him.

In an instant, he was on me. I lost track of time from there; like a fever had taken hold of me, burning but leaving me in an altered state, all was lost in a fog of desire and love. I was undressed before I knew it, my son's eager face between my legs, hands on my tits, massaging and kneading, pinching my nipples. Tongue lapping at my clit, just like I taught him, then almost inhaling it through his lips. Wave after wave of bliss crashed over me as I orgasmed time and again, one after another. Sometimes I doubted it had stopped at all for it seemed as if it was one long climax. I was transported and suspended all at once. I called his name as I bucked into his face, holding his head tight. Stopping, looking up into my eyes, his handsome face so intense, flush with emotion, he jumped up on his knees. His cock entered me hard and sharp. As I lay on my back legs in the air, my ass on his knees, hands pulling my hips onto him, I came quickly and again, it never seemed to end. "Oh God, Taylor, I'm cumming!" I couldn't think, only feel. He didn't cum that way himself. Releasing me, he laid down on top me.

"Good Mom, cum. Cum some more for me." I lined up on her pussy and lay down on her body and shoving into her in one stroke to the end of her. Oh God this was better. I couldn't control myself. I drove into her, hard, fast and without mercy. Her ass, against the ground, didn't give an inch. I had to give her more orgasms. She hadn't cum like this before; I wanted to give her that ecstasy over and over. I kept fucking as she kept cumming, each one turning up my own heat, til I couldn't take it anymore. I came like a fountain in her, my cock pumping my semen into my mother, gawd that was a hot thought. Slick and noisy, I kept it up, she came two more times, until my dick was so sensitive, I had to stop.

As soon as I hit the door, I shouted to Jenna and Taylor, to let them know I was home, but the house was quiet. The door had been unlocked, her car and his in the driveway. Walking quietly through the hallways; no sounds, no Jenna, no Taylor. In the kitchen, I could hear something like voices, coming through the patio door, but it wasn't talking. Stepping quietly out the threshold and into the garden, I heard, "Oh God Taylor, I'm cumming!"

I backed up, unsure where they were, I wasn't ready to reveal myself to them yet. I ducked and listened carefully for the direction her moans had come from. Then, "Good Mom, cum. Cum some more for me." 

It came from the direction of the big tree deep in the backyard. I'd be able to see them if I used the planter box walls for cover. I calculated they weren't paying too close of attention to anything as she was cumming. I crawled along the wall to the corner and peeked around it. There they were, naked, lying on a blanket. I was overcome with lust as I watched him fucking her into the ground, my cock stiffened immediately. Her utterances were almost continuous, peaking as she came again and yet again. How could he hold out that long? I would reach my own climax in short order and I was only observing, not participating, but then Taylor came too, I could tell by his short jerking strokes and his body was rigid, though he kept plowing her as she came once again and still one more time.

They lay together, him resting on her for a long while, while she stroked his hair and face. I couldn't see their faces, my angle of vision was about 45 degrees, from the side. My cock was still firm, even though I had relieved it twice during the day. I wanted to masturbate again, to have a release while I thought of them, or better, watched them. Conflicting thoughts kept rising though. This was very low, to be getting off voyeuristically while my wife fucked our son. Did I want them having what was essentially and affair, under my nose? Even though, as far as they were concerned it was behind my back. 

I sat there on the grass, concealed by the planter, paralyzed to the point of inaction. Then I heard it. Movement, a giggle, a laugh then cooing. "Taylor, that was wonderful. I love you honey."

Even if they started again, I knew I better get up and leave. I was formulating a plan. 

As we lay on the blanket, Taylor played with my tits. Sucking the nipples, biting them lightly, teasing them into hardening. It gave me goose pimples and I had to laugh. Even though I was enjoying myself with him, I had to wonder, what was I doing? I couldn't keep this up. The longer I allowed it to go on, the worse it would be when we would have to stop. I knew he loved me, but he was in danger of falling in love with me, if he hadn't already. It would hurt him terribly when we called it quits, because that was the direction we were headed no matter what. I pushed that out of my head and greedily indulged myself with him. His play rekindled the heat in both of us. His cock rose once more against my leg. I spread mine legs, beckoning him to mount me once more. 

Mom had perfect tits. Though they weren't firm and pouty like the girls' boobs I'd sucked before, they were soft and sensuous. I loved how she laughed while I goofed around. I could play with them for hours, teasing, sucking, stroking and biting them. My dick was getting hard again. I would have to fuck her. As if she read my mind, she spread her legs and pulled me toward her again. As much as I liked the penetration I got with her on the bottom, I wanted her to sit on my tent pole. Wiggling on it and riding it like horse. The way she moved her hips, practically sucked the cum out of me. "No, I want you on top, Mom." I grabbed her as I rolled onto my back, pulling her up on me. 

"AH! Hahahahaha! Ok, if that's what you want honey. I'll do the work this time."

With that statement, she lifted up, grasped my cock, adjusted it, and slid down hard. "Oh God, Mom, ahhhhh...." I couldn't help it. Her pussy was surprisingly tight and so slick with cum, I slipped right up in her. She even felt hot. Probably because my unit had dried off in the air. She began to move up and down. I laid there, letting her use me like a living dildo, letting her get off over and over as she rode and squirmed on me.

I could hear them. They had started up again. They had no fear, trusting I'd be gone the whole day. I'd have to leave now and come back at the regular time, unless I wanted to interrupt. I couldn't do that. It would be too painful for all of us. I could muster no anger against them. Why couldn't I? I had to ponder it, but first, I would jerk off in the safety of my bedroom so I could think without the pressure in my loins. Carefully I went back to my bedroom. The window as open so I could easily hear the grunting and squealing of their sex play. I allowed my mind to wander again to the backyard. I could see them in my mind, naked and full of lust. I imagined the tight sleeve of her cunt massaging my cock as she slid up and down on it. I wanted her, but was just as turned on thinking of her doing the same with our son's hard member. Rubbing my throbbing meat hard, sounds of Jenna and Taylor's mating drifting into the room, the tension in my balls increased. 

"Ah, yes Mom. Harder. Faster. Yes, yes. Mom, oh God, you're so fucking hot."

"Taylor, ah, baby, I'm gonna cum again. Ahhhhhhh, ahhhhh..." then Jenna shrieked. "AHHHHHHHHhhh." I shot my load at the same moment. I was surprised to see thick ropes of semen shoot into the air, since I had ejaculated twice already. This time it landed on my bare legs, sine I remembered to take down my trousers. My attention was drawn back to them as Taylor declared his climax, oddly satisfying me. I knew I should leave quickly. They might come in the house now. I cleaned up and snuck out the front door.

It would be three for dinner tonight, Taylor, Mark and me. I fixed prepared the meal, lost in memories and sensations of the afternoon with Taylor. It would have to end, but I stubbornly chased away the guilt and dread. I spoiled myself, reliving every moment over and again, not just now, but all day long. A couple times, I was so overcome, I went back to my room to alleviate the aching in my pussy. My fingers dancing in the wetness, tickling the tender pink and scented flesh until I reached the pinnacle, tumbling into an abyss, swallowed up in ceaseless bliss.

I had to forcibly shake myself from my reverie so I could complete my task, which was finished when I set the table. Mark would be home soon. Knowing that when he walked through the door, I would be confronted, if only in my mind, with my duplicity. I grabbed a glass of wine, sitting down at the patio table. As if summoned by my thoughts, Mark was home.

"I'm out here dear. Change and I'll get you a drink. Meet me outside. We can sit for a while," I sung out.

"That sounds good. Be there in a jiffy," Mark sang back to me. He sounded in a good mood.

The drink fixed, I sat and waited. Mark came out with Taylor. I wasn't expecting that and neither was Taylor. He looked o.k. with it, but I could sense some apprehension in him, or was it guilt? 

"There, I thought we could all enjoy a drink before dinner, since it's just the three of us," Mark was saying as he sat down. 

"Sounds fine to me honey. Here's your drink," I handed him a cocktail. He looked relaxed and was smiling. They both sat down with me.

Jenna handed me the drink. "What a nice evening. Who could be troubled on when it's so beautiful and peaceful out here?"

"Troubled? Why would you say that honey?" I had Jenna's attention. Taylor didn't seem fazed. 

"Yes dear. I am." I stopped to let that hang.

After a couple seconds, "Mark, what's the problem?" Jenna looked concerned. Taylor looked at me with unasked questions in his eyes.

"I know what's been going on with you two." I wasn't toying with them so much as giving them the chance to confess.

"Mark! What are you talking about?" Jenna made an immediate, almost too quick response. Taylor, much to my surprise, held my gaze.

"Jenna, I know."

"You know what Mark?" She wasn't going to give in easily. I could've said something directly to Taylor, but thought better of it. She was the true adult here.

"You and Taylor have been...having an...having sex with each other." There, I said it, letting it sink in for few minutes before I proceeded. "I know it. Please don't deny it."

"Well I will," Jenna was defiant. She stared at me, almost through me. Still, I didn't want to put Taylor on the spot. She needed to cop to this. That's what I wanted.

"You don't believe me?"

"No, I don't. I can't imagine why you would think such a thing. Where does that come from?" Her anger was rising. God she was gorgeous.

I came back at her. "I've seen it, watched you."

"I don't believe it." Again, she set her gaze on me.

I scoffed, "You think I'd make it up? The both of you, follow me." I had to meet this challenge head on, as much as I had hoped one of them would confess. Standing up, I didn't touch her, but invited her with a gesture to get up and follow me. Taylor wasn't moving, but Jenna stood up purposefully. Finally Taylor did too.

Leading them out to the garage, I opened the cabinet with the video equipment. Shock would be the best adjective to describe their faces. After I turned it on, I cued up the digital recording and let it roll. It showed Taylor carrying Jenna into the room, laying her on the bed and stripping her, then taking off his own clothes. 

"STOP!" Jenna stood in front of the monitor. "Stop this now!" Her eyes were lit with fiery rage. 

"Then we are agreed? You've been having sex with each other?" I couldn't help it, I was sharp with them. 

Hours later, Jenna and Tyler quietly sat with me at the dinner table, all trying to choke down our food. I had to break the monotony of the silence. I surmised the ball was in my court anyway, it was up to me. "I've already gotten used to this. I know you two have yet to adjust to it. I'm not angry and I want us to stay together as a family. So you both need to get over your anger and embarrassment. It's out in the open and I want to keep it that way."

I let that sink in. Wiping my face with my napkin, I looked each of them in the eyes. "Whatever we do, we will do together, as a family."



Mom's Taylor Made Dilemma



Standing straight up, still holding my thighs, he rammed his hips against me, mercilessly propelling his cock through my slick and satiny tissues. This was what I wanted, he knew it. He pulled back and began fucking me deep and hard. Over and over, he drove his rock like hardness into me, the slapping sound of his torso smacking mine. His vigor was taking my breath away. Ah, ah, ah. "My Tay-lor." My mind dissolved into the mind bending sensation of cock stroking pussy. In and out, in and out, he hammered me, stoking a passion burning in my depths, threatening to combust. I felt the flash point coming and matched his impact, my hips straining to take as much of him in as possible. In and out, in and out, "honey, ahhhhhhh...yes...I'm going to cum. Ahhhhhhhhh..." 

Taylor looked directly into my face, "Cum Mother, please. Cum for me."

I closed my eyes. A spark, then an ember and finally a flame burst forth. It consumed me. Igniting in my pussy and traveling the course of every nerve in my body. I went up in cinders, scorched by the heat of my desire. "Ohhhhhhh God yes baby!" Taylor didn't slow, but continued the pounding, lengthening my orgasm. Fire licked at my skin, searing my mind as I reminded myself, he was my son. The muscles in my cunt, pushed and tightened around him as the spasms went through it. 

In and out, in and out, he kept on, but I felt a change. He was tensing, the machine like precision of his pace, breaking down. He was going to cum. I readied myself. "Taylor, cum for mom now. I need you to. You want to."

I saw him jolt and shudder. He was going to burst. Smack, smack, smack into me. Smack....smack..."Ahhhhhhhhhhh Mom! Mom!" Smack...he froze as his cock became still more rigid. I felt it jerking inside me as hot ropes of semen shot into me. When he was able to move again, he pushed in and out of me until the contractions subsided. 

He stopped and stood back up, then he reached down and grabbed me up in his arms kissing me, tenderly and with great love. "Mom. I love you. I wanted this, just like it happened, for so long."

"Honey, I realize that. I don't know what we're going to do about it. I don't think we could risk letting it happen again. We both can never under any circumstances, tell anyone." 

"I know, but do we have to talk about this now?" He kissed my neck. "Please, just a few more minutes before you bring the hammer down on me." He pulled my blouse from my shoulder and kissed it too. Unbuttoning me, he fondled my breast, freeing it from the bra cup and sucked the nipple, giving me chills. He did the same with the other. Sucking on one, kneading the other, I could almost cum again, it was so exciting.

I almost forgot to suck her tits. I wanted to so bad the last time. They were beautiful, fitting nicely in my hands. Mom's areolas were large and dark. Her nipples stood out nicely. I tried to get some milk. I didn't know if it was possible, but I had to try. She figured that out and stopped me for a second. Holding one in her hand, she squeezed it from her chest outward to the areola. There! A few drops of milk popped out. I eagerly licked them up and sucked harder. I wanted to for a lot longer, but we could get caught, so I finished with one more deep draw, then straightened her up. 

"We'll get caught soon if we don't get cleaned up Mom."

"I know honey. Help me off the table. We'll have to talk another time, but soon. We have to figure out how we're going to deal with this. I love you. I desire you, but this is so dangerous, for more than you and me."

"I know, I know. We have to deal. I know."

I lifted her off the table, handing her panties back to her. She put them on and pulled her skirt down. I yanked my shorts up. We pecked each other's cheeks and I went to my room. I was already replaying everything in my mind. I was gonna have to jack off soon. Mom was everything I'd hoped she would be. Hot and sexy, made all the better because I loved her like no other girl I'd been with.

Taylor went down the hall to his room. I went down to mine. I had to wash up while I could. The evidence was already leaking out into my panties. As I washed, my mind raced through what had happened. A huge dilemma lay before me. What to do? How to handle it. At the same moment, I was once again, becoming aroused. It made me feel guilty and ashamed, but I was elated at the same time. There would be time for the torture later. I had to finish dinner. I was sure, I'd be masturbating soon though.