Incest/Taboo An Open Family - Sisterly Lust

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Previously: Brenda and her husband Harry have decided to have an open marriage and it's been going great. The two feel their bond has never been stronger while they've also been able to experience many fun sexual adventures on their own and also together. One such adventure was Brenda watching her husband plow her younger sister Becky. The experience made Brenda realize she is drawn to the idea of incestuous relationships.

Brenda checked her phone while Patricia quickly put her uniform back on over her stout, curvy body. "This was really fun," Patricia said again, "but I gotta get back to my route, I'm already behind."

Brenda chucked softly. "Hey, no, it's fine, you don't need to explain. You have an important job. My fault for enticing you." She smirked. Patricia had been delivering her family's mail for years. Brenda had been a little drawn to her when they first met, Patricia ringing the doorbell to deliver a parcel that wouldn't fit in the mailbox. The two had remained friendly and friendly had occasionally been a little flirty until today when Brenda had decided to open the door in lingerie under a poorly tied silk dressing gown and invited the postal worker in.

Patricia smirked. "You know, I always heard these jokes about housewives sleeping with mailmen, didn't think it was a real thing... can't say I didn't hope it was true when I saw you for the first time," she teased, buttoning up her shirt.

"I'm not a housewife," Brenda giggled.

"And I'm not a mailman, guess we subverted the stereotype a little," Patricia laughed.

Brenda left her bed, naked and slick from her fun with Patricia. She pulled her dressing gown back on and walked Patricia to the door. "You know..." She said, placing her hands on Patricia's waist. "Next time I'm here alone... I could always put up that little outgoing mail signal... and you could knock on my door... give me my mail in person..." she suggested with a smirk.

Patricia smiled back. "I like the sound of that," she said with a wink. She gave Brenda one last quick kiss before she headed back to work. Brenda watched her leave until she walked out of sight. She closed the door, sighed and stretched. Then she dropped her robe. She'd found she liked being naked around the house when she was alone, sometimes she wished she could do it more often, though she had to worry about Sam walking in on her.

She'd found herself thinking a lot about Sam lately. Part of her still thought of him as a child but, looking at him nowadays, it was becoming harder to see him that way. He was like his father in a lot of respects, tall, broad-shouldered, slender, but with her dark hair and eyes. He had facial hair now, a bit of stubble on his jaw. She had seen him walk out of the shower the other day. She bit her lip just thinking about how toned his upper-body had become. She shook her head and tried to put the thoughts out of her mind as she started tidying up the house.

Doing chores naked had become Brenda's new 'thing'. She, for some reason, found doing housework in the nude far more stimulating, making something mundane into something erotic. It was better than when she worked to music or when she discovered podcasts. Though she still often had them in the background as well, but somedays, like today, she just liked to be alone with her thoughts. She bent over a coffee table, polishing it with a cloth, imagining that someone was watching through the window, and getting a full view of her behind.

She never thought of herself as an 'exhibitionist' before and she wasn't sure if this open marriage of hers had 'unlocked' it or something, but she found she really enjoyed it. She'd sent a few pictures to her husband as well as to a few of the other men and women in her life, they'd all been very positive. She'd even been bold enough to post a few online, her face hidden and under an alias, of course. The perverts on the internet were as disgusting as to be expected, sometimes excessively graphic in their comments, but they did seem to like her body as well. She wondered how far she'd be able to go with it.

After she'd tidied the kitchen, Brenda decided she better shower. She still smelled like sweat and sex from this morning. In the shower she found herself thinking of Sam again. She hadn't meant to. As usual under the warm water she found herself thinking about sex. Her libido had definitely increased since this open marriage began and generated so many new opportunities, and she'd think about those opportunities in the shower. Brenda would think about who was next, or else who she might revisit next, or often, what experiences to share with Harry, what new moves to show him. And as she touched herself slowly, contemplating all of this, the image of her son, Sam, popped into her head once more.

She didn't know why her mind kept going there. She supposed it had something to do with her other new found obsession - incest. Something about her experience with her sister, as well as the re-evaluation of her relationships with her cousins, it made her consider incest as an option. Harry had, after all pretty much given his blessing for any sexual relationships she wanted to pursue in the future. So she considered other cousins, her other siblings. She'd thought about her uncles and her aunts, some of her older nieces and nephews, even her own parents. She thought about what it might be like to spend an evening with one or more of them. Would they be receptive to such an offer? Could they both have a good time together? Would it be sustainable in the long term? Most seemed like unfit options. Her son had popped into her head last, and since that moment she couldn't get him out.

Brenda pushed one her fingers deep inside of herself as she imagined Sam penetrating her. She heard her breath getting heavier as she thought of his bare body pressed against her own. Sick, twisted, perverted... but surely no worse than what she'd done thus far. Let's face it, if there really was a hell and 'fornication' was really a sin, she was doomed, that was true. As her mind once again quickly considered all her options, Sam was the one that turned her on the most. She just wondered how he'd feel about being with her. Would he be skilled? Perhaps not, but it would be fun to teach him a thing or two? Probably, much like that young delivery boy she'd invited in once while home alone. Would it be sustainable, however? It's not like she could avoid him if something went wrong. There was a lot of risk with trying to make this happen... but she had to admit, the idea of risk just made her hornier.

She pleasured herself with the showerhead for a while, much like she used to back when her sex-life with Harry had grown stagnant. She moaned and sighed and thought about Sam, concocting a plan.

Sam opened the front door with his key and tossed his bag aside. Hungry, he decided to go into the kitchen for a snack. What he saw in there startled him. His mother was wearing an apron... and only an apron.

"Hi," Brenda said casually, as she chopped vegetables.

Sam, red-faced and trying not to stare, wondering if he was having one of his weird oedipal complex dreams again, decided to play it casual too. "Uh... hi... what's for dinner..." he asked in a slow voice.

"Stir-fry," Brenda responded, struggling not to laugh at her son's reaction, "but I can make you a sandwich if you're hungry now?"

"I...it's fine... I can make it..." said Sam, walking around the kitchen counter to get to the fridge. He was about to grab the bologna when, on a whim, he decided to turn and steal a glance at his mom's bare behind.

"It's considered impolite to stare at your mother's ass," Brenda said with a grin, not looking up from dicing her spring onions. She'd had eyes in the back of her head since her kids were toddlers and throwing food at each other.

Sam's face turned redder still. "I...uh..." he stammered, unsure what to say. Should he ask why his mom was naked or would she be angry? She probably already considered him some sort of weird pervert. Luckily his mother answered with out him needing to ask.

"It's just something new I'm trying. I feel more free like this, you understand?" she said, looking back to try and read his expression. "If seeing my body upsets you, I can always cover-up around you, like normal?" she suggested.

Sam looked like he was about to pass-out. "I um... no... is fine... your body... is nice... sandwich..." he spluttered, turning back to the fridge, grabbing the meat, cheese, mayo and bread. He started making his sandwich on another counter, facing away from his apparently nudist mother. Brenda continued to chat to him.

"So... I've been meaning to tell you.... about your father and me. We were having relationship problems... all solved now of course..." she said hurriedly. "In fact, it's better than ever... we actually found that having an open marriage really helped things."

Sam dropped the butter knife he was holding. "What? Open marriage?" he said stunned, turning around, wondering what new surprise his mother would present him with next. "What like... you're swingers?"

Brenda turned to face him and laughed. "Didn't expect you to know a word like that but, basically, yeah."

"So... you and Dad... you like sleep with other people... but you're still married..." Sam asked, holding his head trying to comprehend what he was hearing.

"And we still love each other, and you and your sister as well. I felt... well... I felt you're basically an adult now, you have a right to know, just in case you see or hear anything that makes you think your Dad or me are cheating on each other."

"Right... okay..." said Sam, looking down at the kitchen tile, unable to look at his mother. An avid consumer of internet porn, like most young men, he was having a hard time trying to get the image of a bunch of random guys 'running a train' on his mom... and having an even harder time trying to figure out why that image was such a turn on for him.

Brenda went over to hang her apron on a hook and suddenly her slender body was fully exposed to her son. Sam tried very hard not to look, and failed, staring at her dry-mouthed. "I um..." he began, unsure how to react.

Brenda let out a girlish giggle. She moved towards her son slowly and stroked his cheek. "It's fine, you can look... I like being looked at. I hope this isn't too much for you... learning your mother has been sleeping casually with other men, besides your father.... and other women too."

Sam's eyes widened at that last remark and something that had already stiffened quite a bit began to throb. Brenda smirked and grabbed it through his pants. "Getting a little bored though... was hoping to spend some time with someone younger... more exciting," she purred.

Sam looked like he was about to faint again. It was all too much for him. He made a strange squeaking noise then rushed off to his bedroom without another word. "Fuck," Brenda said loudly after he'd left, cursing herself for coming on way too strong. What was she expecting him to do, bend her over the kitchen-counter there and then and fuck her brains out... god that would've been amazing though. She was becoming as pornographically minded as her son. Too many 'Step-Son' videos that had constituted her research the past several weeks. She sighed, grabbed some clean clothes out of the laundry and continued making dinner.

Dinner that evening was eaten in relative silence. Harry talked a little about his day but soon fell quiet when he saw his wife and son weren't in a chatty mood. Sam ate quickly then rushed back to his room without a word. Brenda sighed and poured herself a second glass of wine. "Do you have a date tonight?" she asked her husband.

He shook his head. "No... you?" he asked, though a mouthful of noodles. When she also shook her head, he smiled. "Quiet night then, just the two of us. Did you want to... honestly I'm not really in the mood."

Brenda sighed. "Me neither... had Patricia this morning and well... something happened this afternoon..." Brenda slowly explained everything to her husband. She was surprised to see his face remain so relaxed and passive throughout. "You don't seem surprised... or shocked." she said, when she was done explaining.

Harry shrugged and swallowed and sipped at his beer. "I kinda figured this might happen... especially with your choice in movies lately..." Brenda turned red, remembering she'd had Harry watch a lot of the 'step-son' porn with her. "I think you have an incest fetish," he said continuing. "Which is fine... it's kinda hot actually. Look this whole thing was something I suggested, remember, and it's allowed us both to explore our sexuality. You don't make me feel bad for my black guy fetish, even if it's incredibly racially insensitive," he grinned. "Sexuality is weird, we've both figured that out through this. Hell neither of us thought we were into the whole 'cuck' thing before but, hey, turns out it can be kinda fun to watch each other get off with someone else, right?"

Brenda nodded slowly. "So... you don't think I'm a horrible mother who's estranged our son from us forever?"

Harry pulled a face. "Look, honestly, I wish you'd talked to me first before you told him all that because now he's gonna act weird around me... but I think you just were a little over eager. I think you should just talk to him. He's an adult now, he'll probably understand."

Brenda sighed, nodded, conceded that Harry was 'probably right', and they spent the rest of dinner talking as Harry finished eating. Harry told her about the intern he'd convinced to follow him into a bathroom stall and Brenda laughed along with him and tried to not get too worked-up when he relayed the explicit details to her. "He moaned into the the stall door as I took him from behind, kept calling me 'daddy'", he chuckled, "I love how sexually open some of these younger ones are." Brenda smirked in agreement.

They headed upstairs together, continuing to talk as they touched and held each other for a little while. After a long kiss, Harry cupped his wife's face and said, "tell me more about you and Sam."

Brenda was a little taken aback, but smiled. "What do you want to know? Think I told you the whole thing."

"Tell me more though... like what did you want him to do to you?" Harry asked as he stroked her side.

Brenda turned pink and told her about her little fantasy about wanting her son to take her in the kitchen. She expanded it a little more, ad-libbing and describing him using utensils on her - spanking her with a spatula, that sort of thing. She found she was turning herself on quite a bit, and when she grazed her finger tips gently against the front of her husband's boxers, he found he was rock hard himself. She pull his cock out and began to stroke it. "Most men wouldn't like the idea of their son fucking their wives," she said with a smirk.

"Well, I think we established long ago, I'm not like most men," Harry laughed. "It's fucked up, I know, but god, the thought of it... I just can't get it out of my head."

Brenda laughed with him, "I know right," she sighed. "I should offer again... but not push too hard."

Harry nodded. "Give him some space... a couple days maybe... then just talk to him openly... honestly. Maybe he's not into you, but that's fine... though I'd find it hard to believe... as sexy as you are," he grinned, giving his wife a quick but impassioned kiss. She gigged and nodded. "Yes, I suppose you're right, I definitely am." She moved down and gave her husband's tip a little kiss. "Now let me show you exactly what I'm going to do to your son," she grinned as she took Harry in her mouth.

Brenda headed Harry's advice and waited a few days. She couldn't stand how distant Sam was from her in that time but still thought the advice was for the best. She remained fully clothed in that time too, even choosing more conservative outfits, not too much skin, no low cuts. Still, whenever she passed her son in a room, she could have sworn she felt him eyeing her, x-raying her, knowing exactly what was underneath those clothes. Brenda was unsure whether to take that as a sign or not.

She didn't disclose what had happened to anyone else besides Harry, not even Edith who was the closest thing she had to a partner besides her husband. During their usual 'brunch', she thought about Sam the whole time while Edith was going down on her. "Something on your mind?" she'd asked, when they cuddled up after sex.

Brenda sighed. "Just... some other... person I've been seeing... reluctant... worried I pushed too hard..." she tried to explain.

Edith smiled knowingly. "Young one? Yeah they can be intimidated by gals like us, too 'sexually aggressive', we know what we want and we try to take it without question. Some are into that though. Just try a gentler approach with this one."

Brenda nodded in agreement. Edith always had the wisdom she needed.

The next day, she was in the family room watching TV when Sam tried to sneak out the front door. Brenda heard him turn the latch on the door. "Sammy... some sit with me, please. We need to talk." Sam reluctantly stopped and went to go sit on the couch next to his Mom.

It was Sunday. Harry was out all day with one of his 'dates'. Brenda could do this properly this time. She moved to touch him on the leg but thought better of it. "Listen... honey... um... look... I'm kinda going through something..." she began as Sam sat patiently and listened, though staring across at the paused image on the TV screen. "I um... maybe I was too forward yesterday... or maybe... actually probably... I shouldn't have tried approaching you... in that way... at all." She took a deep breath. "No child really wants to hear about their parents' sex lives... I kinda forced that information on you and, I'm sorry... and I shouldn't have... come on to you... grabbed you like I did... I think I'm just a little bit sex obsessed lately and you shouldn't have been made a part of all that. I'm sorry and I just don't want you to hate me or your father because of it."

"I... I don't hate you Mom..." said Sam softly, looking at his mother directly for the first time in a while. "It was just kinda... I dunno... the whole thing... okay it was weird but... I dunno..." he looked away again, this time staring at the carpet. "I didn't really know what the hell that was... if you were having a mental breakdown or punishing me for something or... if that was like... real... so it was real right?" he asked, looking at Brenda once more.

Brenda nodded. "Your father and I have an open marriage, yes... and I think it would be fun if you and I..." she hesitated, her heart pounding. Sam was hanging on to her every word, anticipating the end of the sentence. "...I...you and I... if we... if we were to..." Brenda was annoyed at herself, she was usually so much more confident than this, she hated playing it meek. Finally she managed to say what she meant, "I think we should fuck," she said bluntly, looking right at her son. "I think it would be fun and I think you're very attractive. But we don't have to if you don't want to and it won't change our relationship either way, it's just something fun we can do on the side."

Sam stared at his mother dry mouthed. In his own chest he felt a mix of nervousness and excitement. He'd given this a lot of thought the past few days. Having seen his mom naked seemed to make the decision pretty easy but still there were all the ramifications to consider. What if his friends found out? Would they shun him? Would any other girl talk to him again? Was this like some sort of sex toy thing? Like was his Mom into some BDSM shit? Then again, it wasn't like he got laid a ton, and if his Mom was offering... "What... like right now?"

Brenda laughed, "I mean... if you want to. I don't have anything to do today." She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "I'm not going to force you, and it doesn't mean we have to again if you don't like it... and we can go at any pace you like..." Sam nodded rapidly at all of this. "Okay... um okay... let's um.. what do... um..."

Brenda smiled. "Well I want to finish my show first, if that's okay, after that though, I'm all yours."

Sam nodded again. "O-okay." Brenda grinned and pressed 'play' on the TV. They sat next to each other as her show continued. Neither could concentrate on the story, both were very aware of the other person sitting next to them and what they were going to do after it was over. Brenda couldn't help but smile as she felt her son's eyes wash over her. After a little while, she stretched and pulled off her shirt casually, tossing it aside. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath.

It took a few attempts for a shy and nervous Sam, still believing this was all too good to be true, to ask, "Uh... mom.. could I uh... boobs?" Brenda grinned, eyes still fixed on the TV. "Go ahead," she said. Sam leaned over and gripped her right breast, squeezing it. She let him play with them as she continued to watch, amused and enjoying the sensation. She supposed they were quite large but it was as if he'd never seen boobs before. She'd suspected her son had some sexual experience for a while though. He snuck at least one girl up to his room, she knew for sure.

She let out a few sighs of pleasure when his lips touched her nipples, looking away from the TV for a moment to smile down at him, stroking his hair as he alternated between her breasts. Brenda was enjoying this quite a bit. There was no rush, they were able to take as long as they wanted and Sam was making the most of it. Finally the show was over and Brenda turned off the TV. She place her hand under her son's chin and lift his head up to hers gently. "Want to keep going?" she asked in a soft sultry tone. He nodded eagerly. She grinned a planted a sensual kiss on his lips. Then she let go of him, stood and stretched, before pulling down her pants and kicking them aside.

He followed her lead, quickly stripping off his t-shirt and pants, underwear and socks following. A pile of clothes lay where he had been sitting moments before, and now his mom had a full view of his nude body. The two began eyeing each other up and down, really taking the other in, their eyes occasionally meeting causing them to exchange a smirk. Brenda was very pleased by what she saw, especially with her son's cock. Not enormous but just the right size, nice and girthy, and of course, rock hard. She bit her lip as she felt a strong urge to push Sam onto his back and mount him there and then. Though she wondered if that was the aggression Edith had meant.

"God you're hot, Mom..." Sam murmured. His cheeks felt warm, embarrassed he'd just said that to his mother. Brenda giggled moving forward to place a sensual hand on his face before moving it down to his chest.

"I know," she said with a smirk. "And you're not so bad yourself..." Her hand moved down further, right to his cock. She didn't grab it this time, she she just ran her forefinger along the side of his shaft. He didn't flinch.

As she stroked, she started to think, to wonder why she was so into this, why the sensation of her son's cock against her skin made her so wet. Why didn't she see him as her little boy anymore, shouldn't she, isn't that what mothers were supposed to do? She thought back to what Harry had said, that sexuality was weird. Her lust and her kink for taboo sex was bypassing any maternal instincts she had.

"You okay Mom?" Sam said, breaking Brenda from her thoughts.

Brenda lost her vacant expression and her eyes returned to her son. "Sorry..." she said, softly, "...I guess I'm just nervous... it's a big leap... as much as I want to do this with you," she explained.

Sam smiled, glad his mom seemed to share his feelings. He too was nervous. He'd had sex before, sure, but he felt a little more pressure, like it was his first time all over again. Though he was exceedingly enjoying her touch, throbbing with every stroke. His eyes looked over her body again, he was in awe of how gorgeous she was. He'd never thought himself someone who was super into older women, but his mother still seemed so... youthful, some how. And there was this part of him, he'd only admitted to himself recently, since she'd first come onto him, that had perhaps always secretly wanted this, had always secretly craved a taboo sexual experience.

"W-what next?" Sam asked after a prolonged silence. Brenda slowed her gentle strokes, and looked thoughtful.

"What did you want to do?" she asked with a warm smile.

Sam inched his arm forward slowly, fingers reaching out. Brenda understood what he was doing and smiled and nodded encouragingly. He pressed his palm on her hip, his fingers spread. The lower two fingers pressing gently onto her bare ass cheek. He could hear his heartbeat. Once again it felt like the first time, like the first time a girl had let him touch her there. He grinned.

"Is that all?" Brenda teased with a small giggle.

"I, uh... have some other ideas," Sam smirked, feeling a little more confident.

Brenda raised an eyebrow. "Good," she replied. She leaned forward and kissed him then. It was a very unmotherly kiss, full on the mouth. It left Sam dazed for a moment when she finally pulled away. She let go of him and moved to leave the room. "Come on," she told him with a secretive smile, gesturing for him to follow her. Sam didn't need to be told twice, moving quickly behind her.

They climbed up the stairs and headed to Brenda and Harry's room. Seeing his dad's stuff as Brenda neatened the bed, Sam felt a twinge of guilt, as if he were 'betraying' his father. "You're sure Dad's okay with this?" Sam asked, though part of him was just too horny to give a damn, and cursing him for looking a gift horse in the mouth.

Brenda laughed as she sat up on the bed. "Your father knows. In fact he'll want me to give him the full details when he gets home. So we better give him a real story," she grinned. She positioned herself on the bed, laying on her side so her son could get as good a view of her as possible. Sam's cock ached with want.

"Here's what I want you to do to me," Brenda told her son, "I want you to do whatever you want." Sam's eyes widened and Brenda smirked. "I want you to use me, just go at your own pace. You can really give it to me if you like or you can just spend the afternoon teasing me. No pressure, I want this to be nice and casual, let's just have fun... as mother and son."

Brenda adding that last bit made both of them a little more nervous but a lot more excited. She rolled onto her back. "Come on Sammy, I'm all yours."

Sam stepped slowly towards the bed, climbing onto it. He kneeled next to his Mom's body and reached up to grab one of her breasts. It felt almost comfortable in his hand, it was warm and so enjoyable to squeeze and feel.

Brenda sighed and grinned, wondering if that's all he wanted to do with her - play with her tits. Not that she minded that much, if that was the case. Sam's hands were quite big but soft, gentle and warm. Some guys felt like they were gonna yank them off when they groped her... though that was okay if she was in the mood. She smiled up at her son, reaching up to stroke his hair and caress his cheek. "You have your father's touch," she teased.

Sam wasn't sure why that made him feel aroused but he smiled back and continued. He decided to move his body next, placing one knee on either side of his mother as he took a breast in each hand. "Oh fuck... that's good..." Brenda moaned softly. Sam grinned as he pressed his face between her breasts, kissing her bare skin lovingly and sensuously, continuing to massage her large chest with his hands as he did so, the tip of his hard cock rubbing against her upper thigh

Brenda simply closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of her son's touch. This was what she wanted. She hadn't realized how mundane sex was becoming again. This was illegal, it was socially reprehensible, if anyone ever found out she'd be ostracized, maybe even locked up, and she was loving every minute of it. She reached down to caress her son's bare back as his lips touched her nipples once more and began to suck. She moaned a little louder. "Oh Sammy..." she sighed.

As she said his name, he felt something drip from him. His cock was raging. He wanted to put it in her badly, but felt awkward, wondering if he should do more foreplay first... but then he remembered what she'd told him. But then, there was another issue. "Uh... Mom," he said, pulling his face up from her chest. "Do you have any... um... condoms?" They were laying naked together but it still felt weird to talk to her about protection.

Brenda just grinned and stroked his head. "I'm on the pill sweetie," she said with a wink. "Give it to me good Sammy." He nodded eagerly. He'd never had sex without protection before. He quickly slid himself inside of her. It was warm and wet and wonderful. He began to thrust at a gentle pace as he locked eyes with his mom.

Brenda grinned back at him as she sighed each time he plunged himself inside of her. The feeling of being filled by her Sammy was wonderfully decadent. She wrapped her arms around him. "That's it..." she murmured, "....just like that... oh Sammy..." she said, throwing her head back and crying out a little loudly. She lifted her legs up.

"You're so hot Mom..." he grunted, as he moved a little faster. "You feel so good...." Dirty talk had never been his strong-suit. Sam was just in awe that he was really doing this, that he was enjoying it so much and that his mom also seemed to be enjoying it. He felt Brenda wrap her legs around him and he felt another surge of excitement. Sam began to thrust faster still. He pressed his upper body down and buried his face in his mother's neck. He felt her nails dig into his back as she moaned louder and louder.

It wasn't long before he came. He began to withdraw on instinct but Brenda kept him inside her with her arms and legs. The sick pleasure she felt from her son releasing himself inside of her, was immense. One she felt that he was done, she released him, letting him collapse next to her. They both turned their heads to grin at each other, both breathing a little heavily. Brenda gave her son another open-mouthed kiss which he returned happily.

"Sorry," he said, once the kiss had broken. "I usually don't finish so quickly..." he looked a little embarrassed. Brenda gave him a motherly kiss on the forehead and toyed gently with his still slightly stiff and very sensitive cock, he groaned ash she giggled.

"I take it as a compliment," she grinned. Then she withdrew her hand and stared at the ceiling, focusing on the sensation of Sam's seed leaking out of her, just a small dribble. She pushed finger inside of herself, feeling the sticky substance within, pulling a little out, lifting it up to her face just to look at it.

"You okay Mom?" Sam asked, placing a gentle hand on her stomach. Brenda looked back at him and did her best to offer a warm smile. "I'm... fine... I'm just... you enjoyed that right... you didn't feel... used?"

Sam frowned and shook his head. "If anything... I'm worried I used you." He looked thoughtful for a moment and then asked, "...y...you're sure Dad's okay with this?"

Brenda laughed and stroked her son's hair. "Yes sweetie, I'm sure."

Sam nodded and decided to take a moment to brush his fingers around the underside of her breast. "...and you're definitely on the pill..."

"Yes... what's wrong Sammy? Talk to me."

Sammy sat up and Brenda sat up with him. "I don't know..." he began, looking down at his lap. "I just... this was... so good... and yet..." Brenda nodded, pushing him to go on. "...I feel like I should be more... weirded out than I am but..." he turned his head to look at his Mom again, "... I'm not... I actually... I wanna do it again... I wanna do more but... it's just like.... GRRR!" He got off the bed, holding his scalp and pacing around the room. Brenda looked concerned.

"Honey... look... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have... this was all my fault..." she began but Sam shook his head. He looked at his Mom.

"I'm just... having a lot of thoughts I feel I shouldn't be... like... all the ways I want to... want to... want to fuck you."

Brenda's cheeks felt warm and she grinned at her son's use of the f-word. "Go on honey. Tell me."

Sam's eyes widened. His brain was full of fantasies, of all the ways he wanted to use his mother.... and some ways he wanted her to use him. He gave her a nervous smile. "I uh... I wanna..." he decided to start with something that sounded messed-up to do to your Mom, but not too messed up, to see her reaction. "I want to... I want to like... bend you over the bed and like... anal?" he began. His mother looked enthused and he continued. "Yeah... you have a really... sexy ass..." he said, his face burning red as he said this to his mom. He moved toward the bed, smiling at her as he continued. "...I want to spread it and shove my cock in."

Brenda was loving this side of her son. "I love anal," she smirked. "But I only let very special people do it with me. I think you count." As she talked she spread her legs slightly and moved herself slowly backwards, toward the headboard and pillows. She placed a finger gently on the 'button' between her thighs as she looked at her son. "Tell me more. You gonna give to me rough? You really gonna pound your mommy?" she asked in a soft, sultry tone.

Sam moved back onto the bed next to her. "Yeah," he breathed, his cock stiffening quickly again. "I'm gonna... fuck you so hard and uh..."

"Pull my hair?" Brenda suggested, leaning a forward as she rubbed herself slowly. Sam's cock pulsed.

"Would you be into that?" he asked, his voice hoarse. Brenda nodded and smiled. Sam grinned. "Yeah... I can do that... uh... I uh saw something else online once... what if I like... tied you to the bed and fucked you?" Brenda rubbed a little harder. Both mother and son were surprised at how kinky the other seemed to be.

"Mmm yeah," she purred, "your father and I tried something like that, something he was doing with one of his 'friends', I loved it, kept meaning to try it with him again. What else do you want to do to me?"

"I really wanna like... eat you out? Uh... yeah... like oral..." Sam was feeling flustered again, it was hard to explain everything going on in your head, but he did his best. "I was thinking about it the other day... first thing that came to my head... laying you down on the kitchen floor, eating your... your pussy..." he found his hands on his mother's thigh, stroking it softly. "...the sound of you moaning... making you orgasm...or maybe if you... do you know what face-sitting is?"

Brenda laughed. "Yes Sammy, I know what face-sitting is. I've been both the face and the sitter," she smirked. Sam's cock pulsed at he pictured that.

Brenda found that she was rubbing herself a little too vigorously, she had to to stop lest she be over stimulated too soon. Instead she moved her hand up to stroke her son's cheek and chin.

"I'd love for you to go down on me Sammy, honestly I've had that fantasy a few times myself... though usually we're in an open field... sometimes I'm standing, leaning up against a wall... or door... or window..."

Sam's eyes lit up. "Window?" He grinned at the thought.

Brenda smiled at his delight. "You ever eaten pussy before, sweetie?" she asked, still stroking his face. He looked embarrassed as he shook his head.

"I've seen videos..." he murmured.

She kissed him lightly. "It's okay Sammy, let Mommy teach you," Brenda spread her legs a little wider, "... if you're serious that is..." she added with a wink.

little for you...

Brenda wiped away the excess cum and Sam moved nervously between her thighs. His mother gave him a reassuring smile which he returned before moving his head down and kissing around her opening. Brenda sighed. "Mmm... don't tease me too much..." she gestured to her clit. "Just focus on this little thing right here." Sam nodded and wrapped his lips around it.

Brenda moaned loudly as her son sucked, licked and toyed. She found herself gripping one of her breasts with one hand and holding the back of Sam's head with the other, pushing him down a little, pushing him in to her. His skills were a little clumsy, to be expected of a novice, but the pleasure was almost overwhelming. She was practically screaming by the end of it. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh Sammy! Oh fuck!"

She came hard, harder than she had in quite a while. Panting heavily, she had to push Sam off of her to get him to stop. When she finally caught her breath she grinned at the man, who had once been her little boy. "Not bad... just what Mommy needed," she grinned. Brenda pulled him back up into another long, sensual kiss. All the while she felt his hard cock prodding into her leg once more. She grinned and rolled them both over, laying atop of him for a moment as they finished kissing, before mounting him. He grinned up at her. "This one of your fantasies too?" she asked intuitively. Sam nodded eagerly and she laughed, sliding onto his cock gently as she began to ride.

She placed her hands flat on his chiseled chest as she slid up and down his shaft. They groaned in unison. "Mom... fuck... ugh... Mom..." grunted Sam. After a little while he managed to push himself up. He wrapped his arms around Brenda and kissed her passionately. She returned the kiss, continuing to ride. It didn't take long for him to cum inside her once more. A lot less than last time, but still the same wonderful sensation for Brenda.

"That was amazing," she whispered in his ear, before kissing his cheek, savoring the feeling of those last two pumps of seed filling her.

They lay next to each other after that for a long time. Mom and Son were sweaty and exhausted, holding each other, occasionally exchanging kisses and gentle holds, discussing fantasies, both feeling a little sexed out. One of them brought up dinner and decided to order a couple pizzas. Sam and Brenda shared a quick shower while they waited for delivery. They ate their food in the family room, Brenda wearing her dressing gown, Sam in just a towel. They eyed each other over their pies and both were eager to head upstairs after dinner for one last session.

Sam decided he wanted Brenda to ride him again so they did that, Brenda getting off towards the end to finish him with her mouth. Afterwards, they cuddled up under the sheets. Brenda wiped her mouth as Sam pressed his face against her chest. "You were wonderful today Sammy..." she said softly, "...and it was so nice to get to spend this time with you, getting to know so much more about you."

He smiled up at her sleepily, "Same. Sorry if I was..."

"Stop apologizing," she interrupted, chuckling. "Didn't I say you were wonderful. You're not super experienced yet, that's fine, I wasn't looking for Casanova, I just wanted my Sammy," she told him, giving him a long, loving kiss on the head. "Your Dad won't be back tonight, you can sleep in here tonight if you like."

"Thanks," he yawned. "Mom? Are we... are we sick? Was this wrong?" There was no panic in his voice, his tone was pensive. She was having a lot of the same thoughts herself, constantly, it seemed the two were a lot alike in their thinking.

"We're fine sweetie, we're just having a little fun," she reassured him. "Though... we should discuss.... as much as I care for you. Sammy, you're my baby boy and I love you, this won't go any further than that."

Sam laughed. "Yeah, of course. I didn't expect that. And yeah, this was fun. So... was this a one time thing or..."

Brenda smirked. "I don't think so," she winked, kissing him softly on the forehead.

Sam eventually fell asleep but Brenda remained awake, staring at the dark ceiling above. She felt a lot more confident in her strange perversion now, that's what it was, there was no getting around it, and she was sure there would be some complications she'd have to iron out in the future. But for now she opted to enjoy herself instead of worrying. Harry was on her side, Sam was very much into it, what else mattered? Her sex life had suddenly got a lot more exciting, and that was saying something.​