3 comments/ 21755 views/ 12 favorites Incestory: Working Girl By: sex2xs2 She was there again ... sitting on our stoop with her elbows on her knees, a cigarette dangling from her fingers. Her head was bowed between her shoulders and her thick, curly, black hair obscured her face. She hadn't seen me yet, so I took the time to take her in. She was dressed for work; high heeled sandals, denim shorts, and one of the white tank tops that all of the bartenders at The Corner wore. I felt my blood pressure rise at the site of her, and for a split second, I considered going around the block to avoid her. "Pussy!" I admonished himself, "Since when have you been afraid of a hot chick? It's just Melanie. It's not like you don't talk to her every day." I admired her thick dark legs and the dragon tattoo that ran up her right calf. Her arms and waist were thin but the large round breasts that filled out her top were full and soft looking. I remembered thinking, at first, that her tits were too large for her frame, but the way they spilled out of her low cut top was definitely all natural. She lifted her head and turned towards me as if she'd sensed me admiring her figure. I couldn't see her face through her hair but she could see me. When I was close, she brushed her hair away and wiped her eyes. I could tell that she'd been crying. She forced a smile at me, wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, and waved. "Hey," she greeted me. "Hey, Melanie, how's it goin'?" She shrugged and cleared her throat: "You stoppin' by for my shift tonight?" She'd been the first person I'd met in the neighborhood when my Mother and I had moved in a few months ago. I'd just gotten out of the Army and my Mom was newly divorced so we'd decided to split a place while we worked out our issues and got ourselves back on our feet. We'd met Melanie the day we moved in. We'd been carrying boxes and Melanie had been nice enough to hold the elevator for us. Mom gave her the once over, and from the look on her face, I knew she didn't approve of her at all. I don't know why, but her reaction to Melanie, and that fact that Melanie was very attractive, just seemed to encourage me to introduce myself. "Stay away from that girl," Mom had warned me later as we unpacked. "She's married." I hadn't noticed then that she wore a ring but I remembered feeling a pang of disappointment at the news. I didn't think about her again until after a few days at my new job when I'd wandered into The Corner and she'd been my bartender. It was very busy that night - but she somehow found the time to be extra attentive to my drink needs. After that night, It seemed like we always ran into each other and we always found the time to make small talk. "They got a deal on vodka tonight," she added, to sweeten the pot a little. She knew I liked Vodka. I hadn't planned on going to the bar, but now that she'd asked me, I really wanted to. "Sure," I answered. "What time you start?" She smiled a genuine smile at me. It struck me as being a little on the predatory side. Her dark beauty made the look sexy. She was a local and had the mix of genes I'd come to realize was the norm in the neighborhood; Puerto Rican, African, and Italian. They'd all blended together to give her an exotic look with a pleasant round face, big brown eyes, dark skin, and full pouty lips. "Why don't you come by when I'm finishin' up?" I had to process that for a second: "Are you hitting on me?" She looked over her shoulder at her apartment window and I followed her gaze to see her Husband watching us from the window. "Maybe I am," she stood and flicked her cigarette into the gutter. "Come by around 12." "You got it," I promised. "Shit," she snapped, looking at her cell phone, "I gotta get goin' ... fix this makeup." She shot another angry look up at her husband. "See ya tonight." I couldn't help but watch her walk away. She swayed her hips dramatically in a way that made her wide, heart-shaped ass swoosh side to side invitingly. She shot a glance over her shoulder to make sure I was watching her. I smiled to let her know that I was. I imagined I could feel her Husband's icy stare on my back. I wasn't worried about it. If he had a problem with me, he was free to talk to me about it - any time. In fact, I kind of hoped he would. Any man who made this girl cry probably deserved to get his ass kicked. ******************************** Mom was sitting on the couch in her old house robe watching TV with a glass of wine in one hand and the remote in the other. She'd put her long dirty-blonde hair up in a pony-tail and was wearing her reading glasses so I assumed she'd just gotten out of the shower. "Hey, Baby," she said absently as I entered into the apartment. "How was work?" "Fine," I dropped my jacket by the door and she shot me a look intended to let me know she disapproved. I picked up my jacket and decided just to take it with me to my room. "Any hot water left." "Yeah, it's been a little while." I needed a shower. "You got mail," Mom pointed to a pile of mail on the coffee table. "Mostly bills." "I don't know how long I can keep up with the kind of pay I'm makin' in this town." "Don't you worry, Baby." She held up her wine as if toasting something. "I got an interview on Friday." "Great!" I laughed. "That's good news." She looked at me over the rim of the rim of the glass: "We should celebrate tonight!" I stopped and looked at her for a moment. I really wanted to but I hadn't had a woman in a long time and I had a feeling that Melanie was looking to hook up. Probably a revenge thing on her husband ... but I wasn't exactly in any position to complain. "Mom," I sighed apologeticaly, "I have plans." She set down her glass, sat up, and leaned forward like she always did when she was preparing to lecture me. It would have been more intimidating if I was still a child - but now - it was almost comical. "What plans?" She asked in a hurt voice. She was probably too drunk to realize that when she'd struck her lecture pose, her robe had fallen open and I was offered a view of her substantial lightly freckled breasts. "I'm gonna catch up with that girl ..." She folded her arms and glared at me. At least her tits were covered now. "That little slut from down the hall?" "What?" I countered, "you don't know anything about her!" She laughed and ran her hands over her brow as if she was getting a headache. "I'm a woman, Baby," she said, stating the obvious, "I think I know a slut when I see one. Never mind the fact that she's married and a bartender. Seriously? I mean - think about it. Is there any way getting involved with her could possibly have 'happily ever after' written somewhere in the story-line?" "Maybe I'm just after a 'happy ending'," I countered, surprising myself a little with my own candor. She gasped and acted as if I'd offended her. I was surprised she'd even caught the meaning of the phrase. That made me think for a second ... maybe Mom did know a thing or two about the real world after all. "Go to your room!" She snapped and pointed down the narrow hall. I had to laugh. "I'm not a kid anymore." She readied herself for an outburst but a sudden thought flashed in her eyes and it was almost as if I could see a psychic change come over her. She shook her head and rubbed her brow again. "I must be drunk," she laughed. "I'm sorry, Baby. It's been a long two years. I should know that you are a grown man. You've served your country and you deserve to have ... a good time." She shifted to 'Guilt Mode'. "Don't worry about your sad, old, lonely Mother, stuck in this apartment all day." She gestured grandly at the small space we shared. "All alone with nothing but a bottle of wine and the TV to keep me company." She picked up the wine bottle and glass and poured another drink. My gaze somehow found it's way back to her exposed tit. When she leaned forward to put the bottle down I had to avert my eyes. "I'll just entertain myself and hope that I meet some man who wants to keep me company some day." She'd had me when she was very young and she was still a few years shy of forty. She was far from unattractive. "Why don't you go out and meet someone?" I offered. "My Son needs me to keep him from messing up his life with dirty sluts," she replied sarcastically before downing the glass of wine in one gulp. I shook my head and walked away. I should have known not to buy into the guilt game. I really needed a shower now. ******************************** I found myself thinking about Melanie and stroking my cock in the shower. It was the most pleasure I'd felt in a long time. The hot water coupled with the soapy slickness of my hand sliding up and down my shaft as I imagined Melanie's sexy fat lips around my cock. The anticipation I felt about seeing her became a montage of sensation so appealing that I completely lost track of time. After a few moments I found my mind wandering back to the conversation I'd just had with my Mother ... only this time ... she was spreading her legs and opening her robe so I could see her big pink nipples, her dark blue eyes piercing me through her glasses with an expression of admonition as I stroked my cock over her plump belly and she swirled her fingers inside her cotton panties. I was jerking to that image so intently that it wasn't until the water started getting cold that I was able to bring myself back to the real world. When it finally occured to me that I'd spent the last ten minutes whacking off to fantasies of my Mom - I had to let the cold water run over me for a few more minutes to calm myself down. I hadn't shot my load yet so I toweled off, pulled on my sweatpants, and decided to pick up where I left off with Melanie when I got back to my room. ******************************** As I passed my Mom's bedroom, I noticed the door as ajar. I stopped and listened for a second. I could hear her breathing; slow and rhythmic. I stuck my head in the door to check on her. She lay with one arm behind her head and the other across her waist. The top of her robe was still askew and all of her upper body except her nipples were visible to me ... all the way down to her belt. Her legs were parted and I had a perfect view of her panties. I knew it was wrong ... but a part of me found admiring her body exciting. I ran my eyes over her legs and found myself wishing I could just climb on top of her and finish off what I'd started in the shower. I shook my head and wondered what the fuck was happening to me. What had caused me to suddenly start fantasizing about fucking my own mother? "Hey," she murmured to get my attention. I froze in guilt. She'd caught me watching her sleep! She slid herself up the bed and sat up against her pile of pillows. Maybe she was too drunk to be modest or perhaps it didn't occur to her that she was nearly naked in front of her Son - but she didn't seemed to be disturbed by the situation nearly as much as I was. "I'm sorry, okay?" She seemed on the verge of tears and I found myself crossing the threshold into her small room. I had the intention of comforting her but a part of me was excited to get a chance to get close to her. She watched me come to her and reached out to take my hand. "It's hard for a mother to accept that her baby is all grown up ... sometimes. I don't want you to think I'm not grateful for everything you're doin' to help me get over your father." Her hand was soft and warm and she pulled me down onto the bed to lay beside her like she had when I was little. I didn't resist and nestled in next to her. The warmth of her soft body and the scent of the body-wash she used was intoxicating. It took me to a place I hadn't been in a long time; a place I'd forgotten about - a place of comfort. "I'm just ... well ... it's just that it's so lonely here by myself all day and all I can do is wait around for you to come home so I have someone to talk to." She'd slid back into 'Guilt Mode' but I wasn't bothered about it this time. She held my hand between hers and pulled my arm over her so I had no choice but to lay my head on her shoulder with my head nestled under hers and her fat tits in my face. Her hair tickled my cheek but I didn't mind. "I was so excited about getting that interview and you just wanted to run off and masturbate thinkin' about that bartender!" "What?" I tried to pull away from her ... I wanted to lie to her and to protest my innocence. She held me tight and laughed into my hair: "Don't you think I know everything about you, Baby!" "I hope not!" "Hell, my water bills doubled when you started High School." "Stop!" I wasn't as comfortable about the subject as I'd imagined I was after all. The light kisses on my forehead and the fierceness of her resistance to me pulling away from her calmed me down and I settled back into her breast. If she wanted to talk about me grinding my meat then I'd let her. "It's natural," she cooed. "It's natural for a young healthy man to ... relieve himself." "Stop!" "As a matter of fact," she shifted so that my penis was pressed into her thigh, "Women do it too." I guess I'd never really thought about it but I supposed they did. "It's not easy being alone. I've had to ... take care of myself for a long time now." "Mom!" "Stop bein' so damn squirmy!" "I really don't think that ..." She reached up and lifted my chin to look into her eyes. The robe slid down her shoulder exposing most of her left breast. "Just listen to me, okay?" I struggled to look into her eyes. "It's okay. You can be yourself with me. I am the one and only person in the world who truly loves you." I suddenly thought of Melanie and shot a glance over her bare shoulder at the digital alarm clock; it was only a little past dinner time. I still had quite a few hours before Midnight. Mom jerked my head back. "Don't even think about it!" Anger flared in her eyes. "Trust me when I say that you are only going to get in trouble with that girl!" I felt a surge of anger myself and pulled her fingers away from my chin. She tried to pull her hand from mine but I easily overpowered her and pinned it to her breast to control her. I thought that there was a chance she might try to slap me and I wasn't in the mood for any of that. "I tell you I love you and you hold me down?" She smiled wickedly. "Is that how you treat your Mother?" We glared at each other for a moment more before I let her go. "Well, you're no fun!" She teased as she rubbed the burn out of her wrist. "You are so drunk, you don't know what's up or down anymore!" I was starting to get angry with her. She was pushing my buttons and I didn't know how to react. She had my head spinning in circles. "What do you want me to do? Should I just not date?" "That's a good start!" "Maybe this arrangement isn't going to work out?" I was threatening her now. I needed some control back. She looked stricken for a split second before regaining her composure. It was as if she had somehow forgotten that our arrangement was only temporary. "Well?" I asked again. I had her back to the wall and I was pressing my advantage. She closed her eyes for a moment and seemed to think deeply about my question before responding. I decided to let her work it through; she had been drinking quite a bit tonight and I was sure she wasn't running at full capacity. "You don't need a girlfriend," she said quietly before opening her eyes and capturing my gaze again. "You have everything you need right here." My heart stopped for an instant and I froze in shock. She sat up and pulled open the robe to expose her beautiful giant tits. I was so shocked that I couldn't resist when she took my hands and guided my fingers to her erect nipples. "Mom, I ..." I tried to find my voice but the ball was definitely back in her court again. "Shush!" She snapped at me as she ran her fingers up my arms and along my shoulder then down over my chest. "You don't want a girlfriend like me?" "Of course ..." I stammered. "Isn't this what all this fuss is really about?" She reached down and ran her finger over the growing bulge in my sweatpants. "You just need a little ... rest and relaxation." I didn't try to stop her when she leaned forward with her eyes dreamily hooded and kissed me and I certainly didn't try to stop her when she slid her tongue between my lips and pulled me abruptly on top of her so that I was situated between her thick legs. "I'm not good enough for you?" She asked as she reached into my sweatpants and ran her fingers up the bottom of my shaft so that I was completely erect and dripping pre-cum. "You don't like my body?" "I love your body," I moaned. I braced myself on my elbows and ran my hands over her, softly and appreciatively. "You're so fucking hot!" She moaned and gripped my cock so tight I couldn't move for a second. "I have everything that little slut has and some," she growled into my ear as I took her nipple between my lips and ran the tip of my tongue over it. "She doesn't know half of what I know." She loosened her grip on my penis and I found myself slowly thrusting my hips so that it slid through her fingers. "I know what's best for my baby!" She laughed and let go of my cock to place one hand on the back of my head and the other under her breast to press her nipple back into my mouth. "My baby needs his Mama's tit." I groaned and pressed my stiff cock into her fat mound and rolled my hips as I sucked on her nipple. She wrapped her legs around my waist to hold me tight and pressed her pelvis into mine to grind herself on me with the same fervor I ground my penis into her. I switched nipples and reached down to slide my sweatpants down. This woman underneath me was no longer my mother; she was a soft and willing woman and I was going to do my best to make sure she enjoyed taking my cock. I slid her panties aside and had to do a double-take when I realized that she was shaved and oiled ... as bald as a baby. "Do you like that?" She asked. "Yes!" I answered enthusiastically. It crossed my mind for an instant that she'd taken her shower before I got home ... had she been planning this? The thought was pushed aside by the sight of my Mom spreading her pussy open for me so I could see her glistening pink hole. "Show me how much you like it." I slapped my cock against her pussy a few times and smeared my pre-cum over her clit. I wanted to be inside her so bad i could taste it but I was determined to get every ounce of pleasure out of the moment as I could. "Fuck me!" She begged a little more insistently as she reached down and guided the tip of my cock to her entrance. "Wait!" I pulled back a little, "I wanna take my time." "Don't tease me, Baby!" She pulled on me and pushed her hips up at me so that the tip of my penis just slipped inside her. "I'm your girlfriend now. Show me you love me!" I kissed her tenderly as I slid into her ever so slowly. I paused every half inch or so to extend the pleasure. I was dipping into my own mother's steaming vagina and I knew my life would never be the same after this instant in time. "Fuck me!" She squirmed and struggled to make me fill her completely. I resisted until I sensed she was prepared to give up; then I pressed myself entirely inside her, making her gasp and mutter in pleasure. It was done. I was officially fucking my own mother. She grabbed my ass and pulled as she ground against me ... I lost control ... I came suddenly and without warning - splashing her insides with what felt like a gallon of semen. "FUCK ME!" She threw her head back and cried out as I jerked and spasmed squirt after squirt inside her. It ran out of her as fast as I put it in her. I didn't know I could have so much cum built up. Incestory: Working Girl When I was finished, I settled down onto her and struggled to regain my breath. She ran her fingers through my hair and swirled her hips as my penis softened inside her. "I'm sorry," I managed to squeak out, "I got too excited ..." "Shush," she giggled, "we're just getting started." When I finally slipped out of her, she pushed me over onto my back and slid down me to take me into her mouth. I was so sensitive at first that my body jerked in pain but gradually the sensation became pleasurable again and soon I was hardening back up in her mouth. She smiled up at me and I couldn't help but smile back. It was another moment I knew I would never forget; Mom's deep-blue eyes watching me as she swirled her tongue over the spongy tip of my cock and stroked me back to rigidity. After a few moments I was ready for more and pulled her up the bed so that she was on her hands and knees. She watched me intently over her shoulder as I positioned myself behind her. "Tell me you love me, Baby," she said as she lowered her face to her pillow and lifted her ass up to me. "Tell me you will never leave me." I slid my cock back into her and gripped her hips. I was going to show her how I felt but I wasn't going to lie to her. ******************************** I must have fallen asleep because I woke up with a start when I realized I was still in her bed. I could feel the heat from her body on my back. She was laying on her side facing away from me. I rolled over so that I was pressed against her back and my penis was pressed into her ass. "Mom? You awake?" She didn't answer so I watched her for a few minutes. My cock stiffened between us. I shook her shoulder to wake her. I wasn't ready to quit just yet. She didn't stir. "Mom?" I whispered into her ear. She didn't respond other than a slight quickening of her breathing that settled back down after a few seconds. I spit in my hand and slid the spit over my cock as I slid it between her ass cheeks. I ran my cock up and down her crack until I found the entrance to her vagina. "Mom?" I asked again. I pressed the tip of my cock against her lips. "Mom?" I asked rhetorically - at this point I didn't really care if she was awake. I pressed past the barriers and slowly slid into her. She shifted position slightly in her sleep to accomodate me. She was still slick inside from the last few nuts I'd shot in her so that once I got inside her - it was smooth sailing. She wanted to be my 'girlfriend' ... and that was fine by me. I was determined to get one last nut off before I was going to call it a night. I was pretty sure she wouldn't mind. ******************************** Melanie was dressed for work and waiting for me on the stoop when I came down the next evening. I was dragging ass and I was anxious to get upstairs. She lit a cigarette as I approached her. When I was close enough, she fixed me with a stare and put her hands on her hips. "What happened to you?" She asked with a hurt tone in her voice. "I waited all night." I must have made an expression when the thought of last night flashed through my mind because she could tell right away that I'd been with another woman. "Never mind," she snapped and stood up to leave. I took a few steps and grabbed her elbow to stop her. She stopped so suddenly that I almost collided into her. "I'm sorry," I said. "I ... I got sidetracked." "Obviously," she replied over her shoulder. "Can I make it up to you?" She turned around and fixed me with a curious smile: "You can help yourself." I stepped back and pondered what she meant. "Look," she kicked a at a piece of trash on the sidewalk absently as she paused to pick her words. "I need to ... we need to talk." "We do?" "Yes," she sighed, "come by the bar tonight ... and don't get ... sidetracked." "I don't know what's going on with you and your husband and it's probably not my business but ..." She put her hand to my chest to stop me. "This isn't about him, okay?" She looked away and then back at me again. "Fuck it. Just come to the bar tonight!" She walked away briskly and this time I didn't try to stop her. ******************************** The elevator to my floor opened just in time for me to see Melanie's husband coming down the hall towards me. I stiffened and prepared myself mentally for a confrontation but he stopped dead in his tracks. He wasn't waiting for me and was just as surprised to see me as I was to see him. I stepped off of the elevator and he pushed past me as closely as he dared and got on it. I entered the apartment to find that Mom wasn't home. I was very disappointed in one respect but glad in another; I was going to have to get a shower and some much needed sleep if I was going to have the energy to meet up with Melanie tonight. ******************************** I awoke to the sensation of soft long hair across my waist, gentle fingers massaging my testicles, and my cock sliding down my mother's throat. None of the women I'd been with had ever taken me all the way down like that. The fact that my Mom was able to swallow my entire length gave me a slight pang of jealousy. She'd learned to suck cock somewhere and I guess there was still a childish part of me that still believed his mother was a perfect angel - despite all of the evidence to the contrary. She must have realized I was awake and pulled off of me. "Hey, Baby," she cooed. "Do you always molest men when they're sleeping?" I asked her incredulously. She laughed. "You didn't mind molesting me when I was sleeping." She ran her tongue up my shaft. "You were a naughty boy!" "You were awake?" "You try sleeping with a big dick in your ass!" "No thanks!" "I know you liked thinking I was asleep," she ran her tongue back down my shaft, "you can fuck me any way you want to ... I can take it." I considered that for a second. "Well then, you can keep on molesting me!" "So naughty!" She exclaimed. I reached down to take a handful of her hair with one hand and slid my cock back into her mouth with the other. She sucked on the tip as I slowly jerked myself until I was close. At the last second, she swallowed me down again and squeezed my balls in a way that seemed to push the semen out of me as I ejaculated. I pushed my cock as far down her throat as I could reach and let each jolt of semen go with a hard tug on her hair. Finally I let go and she pulled off of me abruptly. "You like that?" She slapped me harder than I expected. She went to slap me again and I rolled her over so she was pinned beneath me. "How could you be so mean to me!" "I'm sorry!" I apologized sincerely. I didn't realize I'd done something wrong. "I didn't mean to!" She rolled her eyes at me and took my face in her hands. "How could you be so mean to me?" She cried in an overly dramatic and obviously cheesy way. It dawned on me then that this was part of a game ... she wanted me to take her roughly. "Do you treat your Mother that way?" I pinned her down and She giggled as she tried to wiggle out from under me. "No, please, stop!" She continued in her phony voice. "You can't fuck me! I'm your mother!" "That's right!" I growled as I let go of her hands and let her slap at me as I jerked open her robe and yanked her panties down. She struggled to pull her panties back up but they ripped before I was finally able to strip them away from her. "That's exactly why I'm gonna fuck you!" "No!" She tried to hold me back by pressing on my chest. "Please!" I shoved myself inside her. She moaned and pretended to struggle at first but gradually her struggling turned into passion and within a few moments she was clawing my back and muttering inanely as she orgasmed and twitched beneath me. When I came; I pulled it out and shot it all over her plump little belly. She grabbed my cock and aimed it at her fat titties to squeeze out the last few squirts of my seed. She didn't act mad at me anymore ... in fact, she acted quite satisfied. I rolled off of her and pulled my pants back up. "Where are you going?" She asked as she rubbed my cum into her skin. "We're not done here." "I gotta go do something." She glared at me and spread her legs invitingly: "We are doing something." I looked at her apologetically and she knew instantly what I was up to. "Don't you fucking dare!" She sat up and looked around for her panties. When she saw them, she didn't bother, and rolled over to sit up on the edge of my bed. "I thought we had an agreement!" I shook my head and laughed. "I'm just getting a beer," I tried to give her an innocent expression but she didn't buy it. "I'll be back in a few hours." She covered her eyes and burst into sobs. "C'mon, Mom!" I laughed, "Are you fucking kiddin' me? Is this part of some game too?" She looked up at me with real tears in her eyes. Her makeup was smeared and she looked pathetic. "If you go," she said quietly, "you won't come back." I had to laugh again: "What are you talking about? Of course; I will!" She pushed past me, out of the room, and slammed her bedroom door behind her. I had to assume that the game was over. ******************************** Melanie nodded to a stool at the end of the nearly empty bar when I entered. There were a few people in booths in the back so we were basically alone in the front except another bartender who sat by herself at the game machine at the end of the bar. She didn't ask what I wanted but poured the drink I liked. "You're good," I acknowledged when I took the first sip. She smiled wanely and wiped absently at the bar. I watched her tits jiggle while she worked and finished my drink a little too quickly. I guess all the semen I'd been dumping lately had left me a bit dehydrated. She had another drink ready right away and that one was gone nearly as fast. "You better slow your roll," she said quietly, "I got another few hours." "I don't have much time," I lied. "Why don't you get off a little early." She looked over at another girl on a stool at the end of the bar. "Candy, you wanna close up?" The girl looked up and shrugged. "Cool, I'm gonna roll out." Candy walked back behind the bar and Melanie came around to sit next to me. "So," I said after a minute of silence, "what's on your mind?" She took my hands in hers and bowed her head for a second as if she was saying a prayer. Then she sniffeled and turned her head away from me. "I have something I think you should see," she said in a way that left no doubt that she was serious. "I can't wait." The way my life had been going the last few days, I doubted anything could surprise me. She stood up and pulled me by my hands to come with her. I fished out some cash but she told me not to worry about it. She led me around the bar and through the kitchen to the offices in back. She had a key and let us in to a room that had security monitors. She pointed to a stool in the corner, indicating I should sit, and turned back to an ancient VCR on the wall. "A movie?" I joked, the alcohol making me flippant. "Let me guess ... Rocky IV. I'm gonna need popcorn." She popped in a tape and pressed play. "I wish," she sighed. She stepped aside to let me watch. I could see her behind the bar. She looked at someone off camera and slipped out of camera view. A minute later, Candy came to the bar just as my mother sat down. "Not her first time at The Corner," Melanie commented. I leaned forward to read the time stamp in the corner of the screen ... it was from a few days ago. There was a flicker and the monitor switched to the back hallway where the bathrooms were. There I could make out my mother with a man. They were making out in the hallway. He had his hands inside her shirt one moment and then he was lifting her skirt the next. "You're into peeping?" I couldn't help but joke to try to cover up my growing anxiety. "It gets better," she warned. I cleared my throat and gathered my senses: "She's a grown woman; she can do what she wants." They made their way to a door at the end of the hall and went in. "Where does that go?" I asked. "The storage room," she answered. The tape flickered again and the man came out. He straightened his pants and shirt and was joined a moment later by Mom. The man handed her some money and walked under the camera and out of view. Mom went into what I recognized as the restroom. The monitor flickered again and the view was back at the bar. Mom was sitting there and then another man joined her. I recognized the man ... it was Melanie's husband. "He thought I was out of town for the day," she commented. He handed Candy a bill and turned to my Mom. Candy looked at the camera knowingly. "He thought giving Candy a few bucks would shut her up. He didn't know I was in here." The next scene was a repeat of the first. They went into the storage room and came out together. "Your Mom's a hooker," Melanie informed me flatly; although, I'd already come to that conclusion myself. "And my husband is her best customer. She started workin' here a few days before you guys moved in." I didn't know what to say or do. That explained Mom's instant hostility. She didn't want me to talk to Melanie because she didn't want me to know what she was up to. It was one of those watershed moments when your whole life changes ... not that banging your Mom isn't a watershed moment too ... this was just a little bit more painful. "Is there a camera in that room?" She nodded but didn't do anything. "So ...?" "You don't want to go there," she warned. "Oh, yes I do!" ******************************** He had her bent over a desk. Apparently, he was a butt-man, and Mom didn't seem to mind. Melanie watched me as I watched the tape. I was careful not to let her read my expressions by keeping my face as still as possible. Apparently, she'd seen it enough not to have to watch it again. It didn't take her husband long to finish. I really didn't want to see him pull his junk out of my Mom's ass and shove it in her mouth when he came ... but I wouldn't have wanted to miss it either. It was something I needed to see. ******************************** "So what do we do about it?" I asked her. "About your husband?" She looked at me sweetly and smiled. "I don't give a fuck about that loser!" She twisted the ring on her finger as if she was trying to loosen it. "I want you to know what's going on because ...," she trailed off as if she really didn't know why she wanted me to know. "You seem like a nice guy." She came over and put her arm on my shoulder. "Maybe there's a reason for all of this." "You want to get revenge, right?" I asked her. "I'm sure I could flatten him in about 5 seconds." She shook her head no and sighed. Then, without warning, as if she suddenly couldn't hold herself up anymore, she sat down on my lap. It took me by surprise and I almost dropped her. She put her arms around my neck to steady herself. "I just had the feeling when I first saw you that ... shit, I don't know." She paused to gather her thoughts. "Maybe I'm just bein' a bitch." "Why do you say that?" She looked back into my eyes. "Do you think I'm pretty?" "Of course!" I stammered. "You're beautiful!" "I don't deserve what Tony is ... does to me." She ran her hands over my chest. "I knew you had no idea what she was doing and it was killin' me to see her workin' ... It's like ..." She paused again and this time I could tell she was scared to say the next sentence but determined to anyway. "I was crushin' on you the instant I saw you. I even went out of my way to see you around the block? You had to notice." "Stalker!" I accused her. "Always with the fucking jokes!" She slapped my chest playfully. "I am really struggling to keep a sense of humor here." I shifted her weight so my cock wasn't poking her ass so much. "I thought you just wanted to get a little on the side." "Shut the fuck up! It's not like I'm some basic bitch! Do you have any idea how many times a day I get hit on?" She wiped her eyes and laughed. "I'm sure I'm bein' stupid right now but I just can't help it!" I took her chin in my hand and pulled her into a kiss. She was eager to kiss me back and her full soft lips were as sweet and soft as I'd imagined they would be. "You need a nice guy," I said into her lips. "And apparently, I'm in need of a new ... girlfriend." "Are you hitting on me?" "Maybe I am!" ******************************** She pulled me to her and slid her ass up onto the desk under the monitor. I slid her shorts and panties down as she freed my cock from my jeans. I noticed she was shaved too. Her pussy was dark and puffy, a glistening mound of sweet honey. She leaned back and pulled my head down between her legs. I gave it my best effort. I worked her pussy lips and sucked on her clit, alternating nibbles with tiny kisses, and throwing a few fingers up in her for good measure. She squirmed and giggled until finally she couldn't stand it anymore and pulled me up so she cold lick her own juices from my lips and chin as I slid my cock into her steamy velvet hole. We made love. That was the best way to put it. We were tender and sweet with our fingers and lips as we rolled our hips in harmony in our coupling. As she reached her climax, she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and hugged me tight. I grabbed a handfull of her plump brown ass with each hand and lifted her up and down just enough to slide in her as she ground herself out against me. When she was done, I set her back down and pressed into her until I was on the verge myself. "I'm gonna cum!" I warned her. She moaned and tightened her grip with her arms and legs so that I had no choice but to release inside her. She whimpered with each spasm and sucked on my neck in her pleasure. We held each other for a few minutes until I felt myself hardening back up inside her. I was ready for another go. She pushed me back so I fell out of her and jumped off the desk. "You're gonna make my shit all sore if you fuck me like that again!" I looked down at my stiff cock and then back into her eyes. "You're gonna leave me like this?" I wasn't ready to stop yet. She laughed and spun around. She placed her hands on the table and wiggled her plump ass at me. "You want some of that?" She smiled over her shoulder at me. As I fucked her, I watched the tape on the monitor above her. Mom was definitely a hard working Working Girl. I wondered why she'd even bothered to keep me around. She could obviously afford the place by herself if she kept up her shifts. In fact, she'd be able to use the apartment if I wasn't there. Maybe, me leaving her would simplify her business plan. By the time I was tossing my second load of seed up into Melanie, Mom was gagging on her third customer. ******************************** "I think you can get a job in any bar, in any town, and I can always re-enlist." She shook her head no. "What do we do then?" I asked. She reached down and pulled her panties and shorts back on. "We get as far away from here as we can," she grabbed her purse off of a rack and slung it over her shoulder. "We can catch a train tomorrow." She pulled her hair back and tied it up with a scrunchie. "I got family in Miami. My Pops can get you a job at his store." "Are you sure?" I asked her. "I'm not sure of anything anymore ... except I want to start over ... with you." I laughed, pulled her close, and kissed her again. "I've always wanted to see Miami." "Are you sure?" She asked me. Incestory: Working Girl I nodded that I was. She pulled off her wedding ring and tossed it over her shoulder. "My Mamita's gonna love you," she assured me. I thought about it for a second and had to laugh inside ... I hoped she didn't love me too much. "Come on!" She took my hand but I resisted. "What?" I popped the tape of my Mother's adventures from the VCR and shoved it into her purse. "Really?" She put her hands on her hips and tilted her head at me. "A momento," I said, "of our first date." She shook her head, grabbed my hand, and led me out of the rear service entrance of the bar and into the night. I guess my Mom was right after all - I really was never coming back. They lived happily ever after. ********************************