0 comments/ 12892 views/ 19 favorites The Kincaid Family Kink Pt. 05-07 By: oediplex by Oediplex 8==3~ Part 5: Mandy and son are alone at last Morning was a slow dawning of consciousness for Mandy. Her pussy still had a tiny tingle of warmth from the drubbing Jack had treated her to the evening before. Speak of the not-so-little devil, he still lay out of it, next to her. Like he had passed out from having run a marathon, which sort of was the case, she reflected. She looked to see where Harry had landed. He was not in the bedroom. A note was in his place where he had sat, the chair still close to the bed. She rolled over to the side and plucked the sheet of stationary. She had to take a minute, to get her eyes to focus on her hubby's scrawled writing, but it came clear in a moment. Though not all of the message made sense to her. "Mandy, Darling," it read, "You and Jack have a great weekend. Had to leave on that trip I mentioned, have to catch-up on something. I'll be back on Sunday, in the afternoon. Everything is fine, I have no regrets or problems with what happened between the three of us. You and our son were fantastic! Have a ball - go ahead and ball without me while I'm away, I won't be bothered, I'm not jealous or threatened. I know you both love me, I understand that your desire for Jack does not lessen the love we share. In a wild way, it now strengthens it, especially since I was the one who put ideas in your head, and him in our bed. I hope that you will find that such a branching of family ties, has advantages elsewhere too. By the way, please make sure the guest bedroom is ready, just in case. All my love, to you both. Harry" She thought he was getting ahead in his work load, but now he was 'catching up'? What kind of work did he have out of town - on a weekend? That had never happened before. He still hadn't told her where he was going. Nor was it in the letter. Well he had his cell phone, if she did need to get hold of him, but she tried not to bother him when he was on a business trip. What on earth did " branching of family ties has advantages elsewhere" mean? And why make up the spare room? If he was okay with the triangle of their three-way kinky love-knot, then he wouldn't be moving into other quarters would he? Mandy hoped not. She was glad though, that she and Jack had permission to fool about with one another, while Harry was absent. The temptation would have been huge, and if they gave in without permission to do so, she would have felt somewhat guilty, otherwise. But her husband was clear that it was fine, if his wife and son messed around. No doubt they would, too. Jack was still snoozing as she pondered the scribbled communique. She looked over at him lying on his stomach. The sheets were thrown off, and she could observe the muscled back and his great ass. She liked a grand set of male buns, like many a gal, but Jack's were especially scrumptious. They were firm and had a well-defined curve back to his legs, rounded and globular. The crack was deep and hid the anus, not a favorite part of hers. However, his legs were slightly akimbo, and his scrotum was nicely displayed. The curly pubic hair over his testicles did not hide the oval nuts of his virility. She found herself beginning to moisten. Mandy shook her head to shake away the naughty notions, creeping up from her libido into her loins. She had things to do, there would be plenty of time to screw later, she was sure. An hour later, after having had a cup of coffee, and some buttered toast; she had begun a load of laundry, made a shopping list of groceries, put in an order for the new drapes she was planning for the living room, and was ready to change the sheets in her room. Jack was still sleeping. She went in and woke him, with a little spank on the sweet cheeks she adored. "Get up sleepy head! I want to make the bed! Up-and at-'em Adam, time to milk the cows, feed the chickens, and slop the hogs!" "Whaaut?" came Jacks grunt as he rolled to his back, and the sausage of his tuber lolled at his groin, like a drunken sailor. "I mean, how about a breakfast of milk, eggs, and bacon? But first I'm going to make this mess something like a presentable picture from 'Beautiful Home Living Magazine'. Your help would be welcome, kind sir!" "Right Maah-ahw . . ." He yawned in the middle of his agreement, scratched his butt, and rubbed his face as he stood, and turned to look at her from the other side of the broad mattress. He was naked as the day he was born, but was a full grown man, yet he had the goofy look of a youngster of fourteen. She picked up a pillow, and threw it at his head. He was still groggy, and before he could react and duck, it hit him square. He laughed. "You want to plaayy?" Jack said, with a wiggle of his eyebrows. "No. You go and get cleaned up instead, and dressed. I'll make your breakfast, and then we can make the bed." "And then I can make you?" he leered, his smile was a huge grin. "Save your energy, Buster! You'll need it tonight! No, after that, we are going shopping, and then cleaning house. I have an inking from your dad's letter he left that we might get company." She took the note off the dresser and showed it to Jack. Why else, she thought to herself, would he have mentioned the guest room? But who was he bringing? For one weird crazy moment she thought of the woman in the porno flick, as if they would wind up a foursome. But instantly she recognized that as nonsense. How would Harry know, or even find that film floozy? The rest of the day went as she had outlined. Jack was happy to be her helper. Not like when he had been just an adolescent, common-ordinary off-spring, trying to avoid chores, or being seen out with his mother carrying the groceries. Now, he acted more like the man of the house. Of course, he was one of two that had that title now! She took a shower, half expecting her son to try to share it with her. But he was taking out the garbage, and a few other odds and ends. She thought she heard the phone ring. When she was getting out, Jack popped in on her, he had a towel, fresh from the dryer. She was touched by the thoughtful gesture. "Who was that on the phone?" She queried. Jack replied it had been for him, and that he would tell her about it later, nothing to worry about. Would she like him to go with her to do the shopping? Now that was a real treat. Even Harry, hardly ever helped with that chore. With the two of them, it only took half the time in the store. It got to be late afternoon, and a silly romantic idea had taken root in Mandy's mind. She and Jack were at the kitchen table, having ice-tea, after having put away the food, and finished filling the dishwasher. "Jack, sweetie . . She began, "I've been thinking . . . since tonight is our first making love together, alone - without your father being around, I mean . . . and it's going to be kind of special for us . . . I know, we did a bunch of things before - very adult and intimate sort of things . . ." "For sure, mom!" "Well, I would like to . . . if it's okay with you, if you wouldn't mind . . ." Yeah, anything, for you mom!" "How about we kind of pretend it's like a date, I mean you'll get past third base and tag home plate eventually; but I think that it would be a neat idea to go out on a date with a fella like you. I haven't been on a date since - well," she had to laugh, "since your dad and I dated in college!" "I get it, we . . make out . . uh, on the couch, and I get you so hot to trot that I get into your pants, and we wind up-" "In your bed!" Mandy finished. "Good thinking, mom. By the way, could I have an advance on my allowance? I got this really heavy date tonight, with this gorgeous chick I just started seeing, her name is Mandy!" "That can be arranged, but I want you home, and in bed by twelve, no later!" Mandy was smiling at their silly dialog. "Mother, I promise!" With that he went and got ready for their 'date'. * * * * * * Jack wanted to take Mandy to a fancy restaurant, but didn't quite have the budget. So they wound up at an Italian eatery that had tables and wallpaper of Rome's countryside with ruins in the distance. They served more than pizza and had a beer and wine menu. Jack had ravioli and Mandy ordered manicotti. A half carafe of Chianti accompanied the antipasto, and several beers washed down the main course. Real spumoni ice cream was a treat for dessert. They laughed and talked about the TV shows they liked, old movies that both had seen. About what they would like to see if they went to Italy, museums for her, famous ruins for him. Both thought Venice would be a must, the canals were so romantic. Mandy was charmed by the suave man her son had grown to be. Jack thought that he never had a more attractive and delightful date with anyone. He tried to remember all his manners and how to treat a lady right, which his dad had given advice on through the years. After the meal, they drove over to a park with a small lake and walked in the twilight, spotting a pair of swans. They stopped under a willow tree. The hanging branches formed a green curtain of privacy and they kissed like new lovers. Which of course they were, and they held hands as they strolled in the evening, it had just become dark as they were leaving. They looked up at the near full moon. Just as they both had gazed skyward, a bright falling star, streaked across the heavens. They both "ooh'd" at the meteor, pointing at the glowing trail that lit so bright it was reflected in the still waters of the lake. "Make a wish!" Mandy urged Jack. "I did." He replied, "Do you want to know what for?" "Not yet, save it for a little later." She said and pecked him quickly on the cheek. They drove home, Jack at the wheel, making the trip last, by going a comfortable speed, not rushing things. Just like he was not going to rush things when they got home. The destination was certain and they would get there in due course, just as the evening was assured in its outcome as well. The journey was to be savored, as was the course of love's passion was best a gentle progression too. They had the night to themselves, nothing had to be rushed, nothing would be an obstacle to their dance of romance. In fact, having a dance or two at home to some old time slow tunes was a great idea. Jack began to plan that wooing, on the way back. When they got home, Jack took his mother's coat and hung it up. He led her into the living room, put on some mood music and inquired what she wanted to have as refreshments. They agreed on a glass of a light rose wine would be just the thing. Jack returned from the kitchen with two half-filled goblets of a white Zinfandel. He put on some music that could be swayed to and drew his mother up from the sofa into his arms. She came readily, and he put his arm around her back, nuzzled her cheek with his and they began to move together in time to the orchestra's tune. Mandy was relaxed and felt like this was a special night. Almost like a prom or a something. She hoped Jack like the perfume she had worn. He had been the perfect gentleman. Not that she expected any less, but it was good to know that his up-bringing had paid off in his knowing how to be such. She knew that whoever he dated would be given respect and kindness. It made her a little jealous, until she remembered that she was his date tonight. And that he was going to make her quite happy indeed in a little while. Her pussy had a bit of a glow of anticipation. She wondered what his approach would be. Jack mover his mouth to her lips and kissed her lightly. Then he whispered in her ear, how beautiful she was, that he didn't want to be with any other girl but her. He told her how special she was and how talking to her was wonderful and interesting. He continued that he truly loved her and how she made him feel strong and handsome, just being in his arms, dancing. He said all the warm and comforting things that a date should say to make his escort feel like she was cherished and that she was best thing which had ever happened to him, since she had accepted to go out with humble him. Then a new CD with up-beat tempos came on, and they did a tango, cha-cha'ed and the fox trot. Dances she remembered from when she was young. It made her feel young. But on the other hand, she tired more quickly than she had back then and soon they sat down on the divan. They had some wine and talked about the lovely time at the park. Jack asked if he could then tell Mandy what he had wished for, on the falling star. She nodded, yes. "I wished that you would be my steady girl, and that we could have lots of kisses as we sat on the couch." Mandy knew that Jack was role playing in the spirit of the 'date' tonight. Obviously, Harry was hubby, and Jack, though now an adult part of the household, was still their son. But in the silly retro fantasy she had requested, she was the coquette, to Jack's swain. "I'd be honored to be your girlfriend, Jack. I think kissing on the davenport would be loads of fun, as long as we don't go too far. But what if your parent's come home, and catch us?" "They went out to a party, and won't be back until late. I have a curfew of midnight, and I promise that you will be in bed by then." Mandy didn't know how they both kept a straight face, but somehow they did. Jack continued, "I promise I will respect your limits, and not do anything you don't want to do." "Well, okay. But sometimes I get carried away, and can't say no. What will you do if that happens?" "Then, I'll make sure you enjoy yourself, and won't regret anything that happens. Okay? Now let me taste your sweet lips, as we did in the park." Before she could respond his mouth met hers and they were kissing. His lips were luscious and soft, but the jaw was firm. He soon used his tongue to French her, and he was no novice. Mandy put her hand up to cup the back of his head and his arm came around her to press her closer. His other hand was stroking her side, from thighs to just under her arms. The thumb was brushing the outside of her bosom, as if he were testing the waters. As if he hadn't ever had his hands on them. Which of course, given the recent history of family fooling around, was not at all the case. But still she thought, it maintained the illusion that they were high school sweethearts. After a little while, he began to unbutton her blouse, then pulled down the bra strap and leaning to her, he kissed the top of her boob. "Oh, Jack," Mandy expanded her chest, to show she was enjoying the tribute his lips were making to her charms. Jack deftly reached under the top, and with one practiced hand undid the three hooks. As his mouth suckled her nipple, the bra was coming off her shoulders and somehow the blouse and undergarment just slid off, as he provided the sensitive tip with a warm wet strum of his tongue. He switched to the other side as the clothing fell to her waist, the caps were happy erect, and her breathing became heavier. She felt herself get moist, below. She reached out and undid his shirt as well, but once the three top buttons were loosened, she got impatient and tugged it over his head. That provided a break, which Jack used as a reason to lay them down length wise on the sofa and then they were kissing again. Chest to breasts, nipples to nipples they clenched. Jack supported his weight on one elbow, the free hand found her skirt's zipper. Mandy felt her waist-band become open. Then Jack's hand was on her leg, going up the limb, and massaging it, higher and higher. Like he was making sure she knew his target, and giving her opportunity to object. Not that she was going to, in fact, she was more than ready. Still he took his time, working his way closer, ever nearer to her juncture. His fingers slid first up one, then the other thigh, then back and higher, until at last, he touched her pantied pussy. She felt an amazing turn-on with that simple brush. It was like she was a girl again, new to making out, with a boy who knew his way around a girl's body. But he did not want to move too quickly, so that she was put-off. Jack gently rubbed the damp, but covered Mons. Mandy pushed her hips up to meet his fingers as they found the slit and dug the fabric into the divide. The palm pressed against her clitoris, and made a sideways scuttle to stimulate it. She reached down, and after a clutch of his manhood through his pants, frantically worked at the belt, button, and finally zipper to free him of his pants. This was accomplished, then they made those awkward moves, where he stood momentarily to shed his pants and jockeys; then with both hands on the double waistbands, stripped her of skirt and undies. Now with both naked, he dropped down atop her. They clenched again as lips made more of mushing, and used lots of tongue. His hardness was pressing her leg, while his hand went to her labia. He smeared the lubricant that flowed from her body, spreading it around her parts, especially up the crack to her joy nubbin. Mandy felt her son, master of make-out, with the lightest of touches, play with that bud of flesh that sent thrills through her body. There was an extra thrill, like it was naughty because they were just learning what sex was all about. The rougher material of the divan, compared to sheets gave the foreplay a contrast, which enhanced the fantasy. Mandy was emotionally thrown back to the virgin she had been so long ago, trusting in the boy, yet wanting to experience the act of sex finally, and find out for herself what it was all about. Jack loved the feeling of Mandy's body beneath him. She was petite enough to be a girl of his own age, yet her full tits and furry bush were of a mature woman. He knew she was getting turned on by the fantasy, and that was fine by him. He was excited by the femininity of her form, and the submissive role she was allowing tonight, letting him lead in the kisses and caresses, like she was his girlfriend, instead of his mom. Yet the fact that it was also his mom, letting him have his way with her, was part of the thrill for him too. He was the dominate male, not in a mean way, but a protective and gentle manner, that was happy to pleasure the female in his arms. His fingers moved down, from where lately they had been briefly playing with her nipples, again to comb her pubic hair as they sought the opening to her womanhood. Into the hot wet depths, first one, then two digits dipped. Curling up to rub the G-spot, and then pushing as far as they could. His thumb worked the clit as the fingers pulled back some, then they plunged through the labia again, making Mandy begin to ache with fuck-lust. Her hand was on his prick, keeping it hard, but not creating any more friction than needed. She knew she could rub him raw, if she were not careful. That would make things difficult, and she did not want anything to spoil this special night. It was their first night, alone, together as a couple, and it was having a sweet sentimental flavor already. But she was ready, her legs were spreading out, and her pelvis was hunching in desire. "Let's go to my room." Jack whispered as he rose to his feet and pulled her up from the davenport. It wasn't a question, it was a directive, Jack still being in the dominate role. But Mandy was all for the change of venue and the sofa was not the best of places to have a good roll in the hay, despite her and Harry's earlier escapade. And now instead of worrying about Jack catching them, it was she and Jack, that were messing about. As they moved to Jack's bed, she remembered the last dalliance she had with her son, in his room. Even though they had made love in the master bedroom, just last night, tonight seemed like it was an event that was taking place somewhere in time between the two occasions. For Mandy, the laying down on Jack's mattress with him, both of then nude, and in heat, was an erotic encounter, out of sequence with what had gone on before. It had the taste of being illicit, and a loss of some kind of innocence. It was at once the excitement of a new love, and the chill/thrill that they might get caught. Even though they were safe, as Harry had given his permission, and she was the parent in real life. But it felt like it was slightly dangerous, with the zing of doing something you know is naughty, but are going to do anyway, because it just feels too good not to. The Kincaid Family Kink Pt. 05-07 Jack threw off the covers and they lay together. The cool of the sheets, the warmth of their bodies the smell of their charged groins, gave each a heady sexual high. Jack had left the lights on, so they could see each other clearly. After some more kisses, and preliminary petting, Jack rolled between Mandy's legs. Her thighs spread in welcome, his dick nudged her center, but skittered up the slick split not quite on target. Still it felt wonderful to them both, as it plowed through the crinkly bush, and bumped the clit, before delving down. Yet again, it went wide the mark, and mashed the gash, and knocked the nub, before it withdrew to correct the angle, without quite ever losing touch. Then it was just right, in the exact spot to enter, but Jack hesitated. Mandy knew what he wanted, "Oh, Jack, we shouldn't, I don't want to get pregnant!" "I promise, you won't. I'll be gentle. We have too, you know we can't help ourselves." "Yes, but I'm scared, will it hurt?" "Just a little at first, but then it will feel better than anything has ever felt before." Mandy almost had to laugh at the cliché dialog, but she suppressed it because she was eager to have his tool in her. "Okay, but go slow." And he did, almost too damn slow, and gentle. His firm meat gradually eased its way into her vagina. The head was quite distinct, as it plopped through the ring of muscle she used to resist its progress. But once past that barrier, it gained a little momentum, and made several inches more penetration. They both gasped at that rush of pleasure, which the joining of cock and cunt provided. With a look straight into his mother's eyes, Jack pushed the last few inches in, deep and firm. Mandy could tell he had touched bottom. She gazed at him with a smile, she hugged him to her, and tilted her pelvis to meet his next thrust. And the next, like a horizontal dance of flesh, their bodies meshed with a floating motion, waves of fucking, merging in sync. Presently, the pretending was gone. They were two lovers, busy with the job of sex. The work of giving each other ecstasy, the labor of love. Sweat was making their skin slick, and dripping off, as their crotches seemed to steam, things were so hot. The slap-slap-slap of their bodies, marked the beat of genitals crashing together. Mandy dug her heals into Jack's haunches, to spur him on to harder thrusts. He pounded into her with all his might, his balls bouncing against her butt, and his chest riding on her tits. They couldn't get enough of each other, nothing could stop them from this great passion, and mad desire for physical union. It was a partnership to bring the magnificent cum, that was climbing to peak. They were one in their needing to be each other's giver of the ultimate joy. They were racing to the finish, and hoping it would never end, but craving the climax that would burst upon them any moment now. Like an avalanche, like a run-away train, like a spreading mushroom-shaped cloud, the orgasm of this furious fuck was an unstoppable force. The blast shook the bed. It ripped through the consciousness of their brains like a snowplow, pushing every other thought aside. It jerked their bodies like puppets yanked on strings, the limbs being pulled in uncontrolled motions. Somehow, through the cataclysm of paroxysm's pinnacle, they managed to stay connected, conjugally coupled. Then they collapsed into a puddle of flesh, a tangle of legs and arms, soaked torsos, and matted hair. Their breathing was still panting, raspy and ragged, heaving to gulp air, oxygen depletion, nearly suffocated by the exertions of sex gone out of control. Slowly they regained their functioning. This was truly a mutual mating, a sensory fusion of souls. Their experience had been almost telepathic; transcendent of just the physical blending of bodies, and the emotional bonding of pairing, it was a communion of spirits. They had been as one, more with this act of making love, than ever since she had given birth to him. It was only fitting that this had their first time alone, because it was their time to unite completely in that special symbiotic way. Their attachment was a reconnection, of what had been separated when the umbilical cord was cut, now there was a tie between them that would never be severed. They fell asleep in each other's arms, the lights still on. Mandy awoke sometime in the middle of the night. Jack's penis was erect, and poking her in the rear. It felt good. She wondered if he was awake, or if this was just a sleep-stiffy guys got during the night. She pushed back, and it was prodding close to the target. She made little motions to try to get it aimed correctly. Perhaps the bed, being narrow, or her movement were not quite the accurate adjustment needed, but it wasn't working. But then a hand came around to grasp a tit, and her son rolled her on her tummy. Mandy hiked her hips up, and Jack still laying on her, nudged his dick into the sweet-spot, and entered her. His hand shifted down to her clit, and he plunged up her channel, with his lunging lance. Face down she opened to this unexpected bonus, of his boner boffing her from behind, with her buns being spanked by his groin. Smacking sounds, and moans were all that was heard, as they screwed. Then with quick movements, as he gripped her hips, Jack's prick swelled, and spilled in her cavity, once again. This set off her own little cum as well, right as she felt the squirt of jism inside. "I love you, Mandy!" cried Jack. The first time he had spoken her first name, when they had made love. "Oh, yess! I love you too, Jack. I love you too, lover!" She said. And then they once more drifted off. Their dreams were lovely, as they cuddled together, on Jack's bed. They slept late, not waking until there was a loud knocking at the door. Mandy at first thought it was a dream. But it came again. Then once more - the person was not going away. 'Who the hell could it be?' Mandy wondered as she staggered to her bedroom, grabbed her robe, and stumbled to the front door. She looked at the clock on the way. 'Jeez! It was almost eleven!' The knock came again. She opened the door, expecting a neighbor wanting to borrow something. But who was standing there, shocked her awake. It was Libby, Harry's mom, Jack's grandmother. What she said, instead of, "Sorry to surprise you, dear." was like a nightmare instead. Libby looked her daughter up and down, then right in the eye, and said, "You have been fucking Jack, haven't you Mandy!" Part 6: Harry's mom arrives with a story to tell The memories, of the last things she remembered, replayed in her head, like a flashback in a 'B' movie. "I love you, Mandy!" cried her son, Jack. The first time he had called her by her first name, when they had made love. "Oh, yess! I love you too, Jack. I love you too, lover!" She said. And then they once more drifted off. Their dreams were lovely, as they cuddled together, on Jack's bed. They slept late, not waking until there was a loud knocking at the door. Mandy at first thought it was a dream. But it came again. Then once more - the person was not going away. 'Who the hell could it be?' Mandy wondered as she staggered to her bedroom, grabbed her robe, and stumbled to the front door. She looked at the clock on the way. 'Jeez! It was almost eleven!' She and Jack had slept quite late. Harry, her husband, wasn't due until the afternoon. The knock came again. She opened the door, expecting a neighbor wanting to borrow something. But who was standing there, shocked her awake. It was Libby, Harry's mother. What she said, instead of, "Sorry to surprise you, dear." was like a nightmare instead. Libby looked her up and down, then right in the eye, and said, "You have been fucking Jack, haven't you Mandy!" Then before she could respond, Jack walked into the living room, still nude. "Oh! Hi Grandma!" He exclaimed. Mandy, felt faint, her knees wobbled. Jack seeing her begin to sway, rushed to her side, and helped her to the sofa. Their clothes from last night were strewn on the floor. Libby walked in, shutting the door as she did, and sat down across from her. Concern showed on her face. "Jack, go and get us some coffee, please. Make it quick." "Mother Libby . . ." Mandy was at a loss, as to what to say. The evidence of their sins, was clearly all around. And what was Jack doing, naked in front of his grandmother? "Sorry to surprise you, dear." Libby said. "Didn't Jack mention that I called yesterday, and said I might drop by today? Clearly not. He ought to be more thoughtful for his poor mother. Especially now that you two have been screwing around. Don't worry, Harry told me all about it. I didn't believe it hardly, until I talked to Jack, yesterday on the phone. That's when I told him, that I likely would be coming up to pay a visit. I wasn't sure of the time. But I wanted to speak to you before Harry got back. I have to beg your apology, you see." Jack came back, still without a stitch, but with two mugs of coffee, steaming. "I used instant, and nuked it. But it's a fancy brand. Cream, I remembered for you, Grandma. Black for you, mom." Libby accepted a mug, and got a good gander at Jack's genitals. "Jack," she said, matter of factly, "don't be rude, or are you just showing off? Be a dear, and go to your room, let your mother and I chat a bit. Put some clothes on, for heaven's sake. Just 'cause I know your secret, doesn't mean that I want to see your equipment. Well . . . maybe later. Now be a good boy and skedaddle." When Jack had left, she continued. "Harry came to see me yesterday morning. He told me he had a confession. I wasn't shocked. I had long known he had a thing for mommy. But I wasn't going to go there, especially while his dad was alive. Nor did I wish to have anything to do with such shenanigans, since he was married to such a wonderful girl as yourself, Mandy. I didn't want to let his fantasies turn into a nightmare. As I expected they would, if you ever found out. Nor, would I ever want to hurt you that way, dear." "But when Harry confessed, I told him as much. Then he told me the whole story of what had been going on lately, here. At first, I didn't believe it. I called his bluff, so to speak, and phoned here to get the truth. Jack answered. I asked cautiously, if anything unusual had been going on in the home, as of the last several weeks. Jack guessed then, that Harry had come to see me. When I confirmed that his father was there with me, he opened up about the video, and the general gist of things. After that conversation, Harry and I talked a great deal more before I consented to . . Well, that's what I have to ask your forgiveness for. It's been quite a while, and I'm afraid, I gave into temptation with my son as well!" Mandy was not getting her mind around the whole thing yet. The coffee was helping, but still it was a lot to take in, all at once. "You, . . and Harry?" "Yes, dear. I was still reluctant, even though I had the complete details, and Jack's confirmation of, well, the . . . the uh . . new dynamics taking place in your household. Harry told me that when he got to see you and Jack, doing the . . having each other completely, that he realized that he really had to try to have . . relations with me. He evidently, had planned to approach me earlier, since he phone to tell me he'd be dropping by on Saturday. That he had something special he wanted to share with me. I never dreamed it would be sex. Not at my age." Mandy studied her mother. Petite, with a still handsome figure. Her face was lined, but she was only . .? "Sixty-five Said the elder woman, as if reading her mind. "Libby, I hope I look as good as you when I get . . to that point." "Thank you dear, it's just genetics, my mother was of the same good stock. She called us minxes. But that was a private joke, as we both were rather wild in our youth. I rather think, perhaps Jack has that side of the family. Anyway, back to Harry's bold plan. So he arrives, and makes this big confession, about he has been horny for me all his life, and what it has recently led to. The three of you mixing and matching in bed, so to speak. After I confirmed that outlandish story with Jack, we continued to talk." "He wanted to get me to bed. I was reluctant to do so, without your permission. I mean, I have been widowed for five years. It's been even longer since I had sex, since Harry's dad wasn't up to it, the last couple years when he had been ill, and impotent. Harry has always been able to charm me into getting his way. It's not as if he isn't a handsome devil. Takes after his dad, and Jack's part of that linage as well. They all three look like the Lord saved the mold, and Jack could almost be his grandpa at that age." "Harry said he understood. But perhaps he could just give me a back-rub, and then take me out to dinner afterward. I used to love back-rubs. I mean, I still do, but there is nobody around to give me one. Unless I pay a masseuse, at the senior's health club I go to. So I felt that was a compromise, for the moment. Harry went and got the talc, and some towels. He had me lay down on the bed. I was just in my bra and panties, but Harry had seen me in that outfit for years. We were never overly modest, in our home." Mandy interrupted. "Libby, do you need more coffee?" "Actually, would you have some sherry? I know it's a bit early, but this caffeine is not doing anything but jangling my nerves. Or brandy, even better." Mandy went and poured two large brandies, in snifters and they sat together on the couch, as Libby continued. So there I am, in my underwear, and Harry starts to work on my shoulders. Mind you, I had no intention of anything but to get some relief for my old bones. He works down to my strap on my back, bypasses that, then makes great things happen to the small of my back. I'm in heaven, and half asleep, I'm so relaxed. He moves to my feet, and starts to work up from my toes. He's is so good with toes." "Yeah, Harry's good with toes alright!" Mandy nodded in agreement. "Then my soles, he has an amazing touch, like he just knows where the aches are, and what you need to make them go away." Mandy was nodding, she remembered how Harry had always had a special way, of making the most from his hands, on her sore muscles. "Then the calves, and the back of the knees. I was completely disarmed, and rather in some la-la-land, by then. So when his fingers went to the inner thighs, I had no idea that he was doing anything untoward. Then back up over my hips to the small of the back, and worked the sides, as well as the shoulder blades. I hardly knew when he undid the strap, but then these long strokes up and down the full length of my back, were just what the doctor ordered." "As his hands went up, they slid along the sides, and touched just ever so lightly the pout of my breast. It felt perfectly natural by then, for his hands to be moving that way. I thought nothing of it, at the time. Then he worked at the small of my back again, but pulled down the top of the panties to get at the muscles with a deep massaging. Before I considered that becoming perhaps a little naughty, he worked his way down my thighs, on the outside, all the way to my feet, then up again, but now on the inside and higher. This is a very nice brandy, Mandy." Mandy poured her some more. She was fascinated by the tale of her husband, and his obvious seduction of his mother. Who would have guessed? Well, maybe she might have, considering the recent confessions and events in the family. "Well, sometime about there, Harry got out of his shirt and pants, saying he was getting a little warm and he wanted to keep the clothes fresh for going out to dinner, as he hadn't brought a change with him. I was so relaxed, I just murmured 'Okay'; then his hands were back, making that magic tingling over my body. Things kind of blended and blurred for a while. His hands were along the side of my body, up on my thighs, on my bottom. I realized that somehow my panties had gotten all the way down to the base of my ass-cheeks, they were binding a little, so I said okay, when he asked if I wanted them off." "At the same time he got rid of the bra, out from under me. So, without actually making a direct decision to, I was then naked. He was still rubbing me all over, but now I was starting to get turned on. I was wondering if he planned to seduce me, when I felt his fingers brush my pubic hair, and I went instantly damp. By then I was hoping he was going to seduce me. His hands came up, and cupped the bulge of my breasts, which squashed out the sides. I raised up, and they went seeking the nipples, which were stiff. He found them no trouble, and tweaked them, then rolled them. I spread my thighs, involuntarily. I was getting hot, it had been seven years, and I'm only human." "I understand, Libby. You couldn't help yourself." "I could have, but I didn't want to. You and Harry and Jack, were all having fun. I wanted to, as well. If I couldn't help myself, then Harry would owe you the apology. But I wanted in on the action. I raised my bottom, and felt my son's hard thing jutting in his boxers. Harry knew that his moment with momma had arrived. He pulled and kicked off the shorts. Then I felt his dick on my bare skin, right between the cheeks. I was practically dripping. My tits were aching for his hands, and my vagina had never felt so empty, and in need of a man. We didn't have to say a word, it was understood what was going to happen. Then Harry was on his knees, he pulled my ass high, and took me. His hands grasped my tits, then went back to my hips." Mandy was mesmerized by the erotic narrative, of her husband ravishing his mother. "My son, he stabbed that big prick into his mother's red, raw middle without a how-do-you-do, and went to town. He banged my hole to beat the band. I stared cumming about the third stoke, and I couldn't stop for several minutes after. Just when I though I couldn't spasm anymore, he would try another angle, or another rhythm, and I would peak again. I had to finally beg him to let me catch my breath. My nipples were too sensitive from rubbing on the sheets. It was more than enough." "But once I rolled over, and cooled off a little, he got between my legs, and this time, he came too, that last screw! He was even bigger, and deeper fucking me that way. I really got to feel the full girth, and length of his big cock. So Mandy, I apologize, for not checking with you first, as I had intended to do. To ask if it was alright, if we had your permission, for Harry and I to make love. But you know how it is with the Kincaid men, once they get their hands on you, it's tough to resist." "Its fine, Libby. I just wish that Harry had let me know what his plans were. I would have been glad to allow that particular indiscretion on his part, to be permitted. Since it was all in the family, so to speak. How did you like having your son fuck you?" "It was terrific, he had such passion, and lasted so very long. Like he wanted to make it go on forever. I was so turned on by the sin, though of course, it wasn't so naughty as it would have been ten or twenty years ago. Back then, I certainly would have said no. But of course it's different for you and Jack, with him a grown young man, and Harry wanting to see you two screwing, and all. How . . is he, Jack I mean, in bed that is? Like Harry?" "No, it's different, Harry is a great lover, and I really enjoy making love with him. But as you said, there is something that has a . . spice all to its own, about fucking your own son." "I . . wonder . . what it's like with a . . grandson?" Mandy laughed, at Libby's shy suggestion. "Well, why don't you tell me, when you do. I bet that Jack would be willing to make it with his grandma, he is such a horny little demon." The Kincaid Family Kink Pt. 05-07 "Like father like son? Wanting to fuck their mothers, and any female in the family?" "Why don't we get him out here, and see." said Mandy, with a twinkle in her eye. "JACK! Grandma has a question. Come out to the living room." Jack came out, he had an old tee-shirt and a pair of sports shorts on, but was barefoot. "Grandma, did you and dad do it?" Libby reached out, and felt for Jack's dick, she found it easily. "What do you think, you little motherfucker?" She stroke her grandson's meat. "I think that you had a good time with my father, who is now a motherfucker too!" Mandy pulled his pants down, and as she suspected, from watching Libby's manipulation, there was no underwear on her son. She reached up, and pulled off his shirt, he bent to make it easier to strip off. Then he was once more displaying his proud prick before the two women. Nude, he was like a Greek statue. Libby put her mouth on his cock, and sucked. Mandy looked up from the couch and said, "Grandma wants to know how good in bed you are. I told her she ought to find out for herself. How does that sound to you, sweetie?" Libby lifted her head, and looked at Jack. "Will you be you be my Honey-Grand-Sonny? You want to give me a try?" "Yeah, grandma, I wouldn't mind . . . if it's alright with mom . . and dad." Jack thoughtfully allowed that his folks ought to be part of the decision-making process, though he was sure what the outcome would be, all things considered. Just then, Harry walked in the side door to the kitchen. Mandy looked up and called out, "Darling, we're in the living room." Harry walked in on his son naked, before the two women he loved most, and began to laugh. "Not now, son, I want to take us all out for a big Sunday dinner. I think tonight we will need all the energy we can pack away. Mandy, I promised mom a dinner last night, but we . . went to bed early. I was up at six yesterday, to make the trip down to her house. I just sort of collapsed after giving her a rub down." "Rubbed her down, felt her up, made her feel good inside and out, and all over; is what I heard, you romantic motherfucker, you!" "Uh, yeah," Harry laughed again at his new status. "How did you and . . motherfucker-junior do?" "Oh! We had a dinner-date too. But we ate before we messed around and had our fun. We stayed up late. Libby, had to pound on the door for a long time to wake us. But I haven't eaten any breakfast, yet, I doubt Jack has either, and Libby had two brandies already. I think Sunday dinner, sounds like just the ticket!" "So Okay! Let's have a blow out, at that new fancy new place that opened up. I've been meaning to take you there anyway. Mom will be staying for a couple of days at least, in the guest bedroom. Libby, I'll bring your suitcase in, and your garment bag. We'll make this a terrific family reunion. I'll call in tomorrow, I'm owed a day off at least, since I closed that big deal last week." Harry had hardly been happier, than Mandy had ever seen him, his face beamed. She felt glad that he was back, she had missed him, even though the time with Jack had been wonderful. This evening was going to prove interesting. She wondered, just who was going to wind up sleeping where, and with whom. The Kincaid family kink was going to become an even naughtier knot, with this new twist! Part 7: The kink becomes a naughty knot; conclusion The restaurant that Harry had made reservations at was situated in a luxury hotel in downtown. All of them quite liked seafood and that became the theme of the meal. Clams for appetizers, with the small talk touching upon the symbolic and reputed aphrodisiacal properties of the food. Harry had a rainbow trout, Jack opted for salmon as always. Mandy decided that she wanted lobster claws and Libby followed suit. The champagne flowed as several bottles of the establishment's finest were uncorked. Dessert was chocolate and cinnamon mousse, with a snifter of Grand Marnier all around the table of the four. As they were rising from the table, Harry revealed another surprise. Being a thorough planner, he had made reservations for a suite of rooms in the hotel itself. They would not need to go back home this evening. So much the better, thought Mandy, as none were quite sober, so no driving while inebriated was necessary. A thoughtful son, was Libby's conclusion, since that would provide a quicker retiring to the activities which would be family playtime of passionate engagements. She lustily anticipated the entwining entanglements and erotic entertainment for all four of the Kincaids; father/son/husband, mother/mother/grandmother, daughter-in-law/mother/wife, son/grandson/original instigator of the family's kinky fun. When Jack saw the accommodations he understood the potential dynamics instantly, and admired his dad's inspiration in making the reservations there. The suite had a combination dining / parlor area with both table and chairs for meals, it included a wet bar. On the other side there was a couch, two easy chairs, TV - DVD - stereo setup; a door led to a half bath off that side. Then the large bedroom was furnished with two king-size beds, and big walk-in closet, and a plush bathroom with a huge Jacuzzi, shower and even a bidet. Harry tipped the bellman generously and said that their luggage would be sent up later. He grinned at his family as he went to the bar and offered to serve drinks, "I suppose that it might seem curious that we arrived without a suitcase, but clothing is likely unnecessary, considering what I predict about our expected agenda!" This got a chuckle from the other three. Libby had a sherry, Mandy a brandy, Jack a Heineken, and poppa popped a split of bubbly and drank from the bottle like it was beer. They settled on to the sofa and cushy seats, Jack used the remote to bring up some mellow music. After a little chatting about how wonderful the meal had been, Harry asked his mother if she would like to dance. Jack followed his father's lead and stretched a hand to his mom Mandy and the two couples swayed to an old time standard, with a slow and romantic beat. Then as they glide close to each other, in an unspoken moment, but done by some mutually recognized cue, they switch partners, Harry with his wife now cut the rug and Libby with her grandson tripped the light fantastic. The married couple kissed and wrapped their arms around each other, obviously very much in love and lust still, though the events of recent days might have undone less liberated pairs. Jack and his grandmother were tightly clenched as well. Their legs were such that their thighs mashed against each other's crotch, Jack's erection obviously evident and his pressure was making her wet. He kissed Libby, Harry was Frenching Mandy. They exchanged dance companions once more and by the time the music ended it was almost a standing make out session for the foursome. Harry headed toward the bedroom hand in hand with his sprightly and still spry mater, scion and his paramour close behind. As they crossed the broad boudoir, Libby led the way to the over-sized closet and all the Kincaids wound up in there undressing, though they helped one another to get pared down to their birthdays suits, the garments hung with less care as the frolic got a bit rambunctious with pricks poking butts and tits tempting lips and fingers groping crotches and grasping cocks, even a goose or two was given. It was almost a free for all foreplay on their feet, as giggles and chuckles and squeaks, shrieks and squeals were emitted from the rollicking family. They nearly tumbled out of the confines on to the nearer of the expansive mattresses, altogether, where in a tangle of limbs and hunching torsos and kissing faces they provided affectionate proof to each of the amorous mood by touching and orally stimulating every and any erogenous zone on one another. Even Mandy to Libby, and Jack to Harry; inhibitions were swept away by the heat of the fire in their loins. All the caresses and kisses they shares were living demonstrations of their love and abiding lust for this sort of sordid swinging incestuous soiree they were engaging, a carnal and consanguine lusty lineage. Then Mandy said in a clear voice, "Harry, you got to watch Jack and I doing it. Ever since Libby told me about your seduction, I pictured the two of you. Right now I want to get an actual live view of my husband having his mother. Making her feel as heavenly and horny as I get when Jack balls me. Show us the true motherfucker you are, don't be shy, bang her your best, Babe!" "Not on these stiff bedspreads!" exclaimed Libby and the family made short work of stripping the beds down to the sheets. Then Harry manipulated his parent to be on her hands and knees, facing away from the other bed, so that Jack and his mom could sit on the opposite mat and view the doggie-action from a 'behind-the-scenes' perspective. Mandy could see that her mother was indeed a bit hirsute in the privates, as hubby Harry hammered at her center with his own furry bushed woody. The pornographic display was too erotic for her to endure without a healthy helping of hard dick from the son who sat beside her. Motioning that that they also ought to join the orgy in similar fashion they assumed the same position observing son and mother as grandson and his own mother made the same movements in mimic of the other's coupling. Soon Libby turned her head back and saw the younger man pounding the pud of his live-in lover. She said, "Look!" to Harry. He turned also to see his wife and son engaged similarly. "I got to get a closer gander at them gonads going at it!" Libby declared and they disconnected to come round the far side of the other bed and gained a good look at the pair, son sawing into his mother with unabashed enthusiasm. The hell of a humping Jack was pumping to Mandy soon had his dad's dong long again and Harry pushed Libby up on the bed to resume their boffing again. Now both couples were on the same bed, like a horse race, neck and neck - in fact Mandy turned to Libby and started necking with her, Frenching her and reaching over to tweak a nipple. Then Libby returned the physical pleasuring. Jack looked over at Harry and spoke one word that finally tied the family kink into the knot it was twisting and turning and the complex turn-on it was turning out to be, a twaining of the double duo, a quad tandem tangle of epic Oedipal proportions, passions past the point of no return in a fevered forever the filial fucking of female parental paramours. Harry heard his son speak and obeyed with joy and vigor. Mandy's ears absorbed the sound but in so hot a heated moment it didn't register, until the gents, the ladies jockeys in the pony sporting of the dueling doggie position jointly moved. Libby did too, but she anticipated the moment, so when her grandson said, "Switch!", she was gleefully in favor of the outcome, as the two men exchange partners, as on the dance floor - now on the platform of love. In a few seconds she felt the slimmer longer penis of her child's child enter her body, and she laughed at the sheer salacious rapture that thrilled through her body, radiating out from her vagina like a burst of light, flaring a flushed rush of blood surging in her veins. Mandy reacted with renewed energy to the sensation of her husband's stout stalk spreading her cunt with its randy bulk. It felt terrific to have him back inside her, proving his love and desire again for the woman he had married. It both reassured her of his fidelity (abet, within the family circle) and created that same magic that had been theirs at the earliest, lately reasserted through the incestuous interest of their prurient offspring, reinvigorating and revitalizing their sex lives. Said same son was banging his grandma as heartily as he had fucked Mandy, and his mother loved her son for his brave and lewd audacious desires which had given his dad the lecherous courage to turn his lust for Libby into this licentious family orgy. They were all liberated now to allow their lust to be unbridled, uninhibited and unrestrained by any conventions of society's ideas of propriety. Libby turned around to have her Honey-Grand-Sonny get on top of her to be face to face, nipple to nipple, missionary method in sinful coitus, hips bumping, crotches slapping, smack-dabbing, lips smooching, plain old-fashion fucking. Mandy and Harry followed suit. The bed rocked with the synchronized ramming of the raunchy family. It was a sturdy structure however, and hardly groaned in its joints from the punishment that the double drubbing upon it produced. But the same could not be said of the four screwing on the sheets. They were now moaning and making all sorts of verbal cues to the approaching paroxysms. It was going to be multi-orgasmic-orgiastical fantastic, simultaneous, full frenzied cascade of Kincaid climaxes; the calls and cries signaled the dramatic cums of each, as the timing swept up the dynasty of swingers in their wanton wild kinked-up cums. Then the cataclysm of orgasms crested with a crescendo of copulation. Jism flowed, quims gushed, contractions clenched and spasms throbbed; the fulfillment of every physical manifestation of rapture erupted and washed over the four fuckers. Libby felt the thrusting of Jack to her deepest inner self, right to the cervix and the throbbing of his pulsing penis produced exquisite ecstasy in her entire being. Jack felt the spewing of his semen down to the very root of his dick, the flow of his seed spurting in hot geyser flows, wishing that his grandmother was not past childbearing age, what a thrill if he could have impregnated her! Harry was nearly delirious with the pleasure and joy of the moment, to be fucking his beloved wife, who had fucked their son before his eyes, to have made love to his own mom, and now his son share that bond too. It was beyond any fantasy, more than a dream cum true and the reality of their family finally united in licentious carnal union was an overwhelming exaltation. Mandy Kincaid was pleased with how her husband Harry was fucking her. It was hot and heavy, hard and sweaty and she cumming so hard she actually about fainted. Her brain was filled with the electrical storm of sexual pleasure as her husband blasted into her. Her son, her other lover was making his grandmother peak and she knew that the blessing of his semen presently spilling in Libby's womb was a delightful squirting she would soon experience again. This was a paradise she could hardly have conceived of a few weeks ago, when the guys returned from their trip. But it was so, and the wild family kink the Kincaid kin carried secretly had been brought to light as that fire of fuck-lust flared to roaring arousal. She had caught alight from the burning lust of her two men, and its flame had spread to Libby too. Now they were engaged in a ménage that put any Gordian convolutions of a lover's knot to shame. Not that she felt any shame or regrets, rather she was exhilarated that these things had come to pass, but she knew that these cums would not become passive but grow ever more passionate, and thrive amidst the deep love her family had for each other. There would be plenty of sex for all from now on. Where just a pair could become complacent in their lovemaking, the dynamics of this mix made for a renewing zest and revitalizing zeal that would forever be a fresh and fun family fucking folic, and their Kincaid kink could be counted on to kick their sex lives into high gear until kinkdom kum!!