Incest/Taboo Crosswords

When Mom's ass lifted off the bed to reach for my retreating fingers, I knew she was almost ready. I waited until her buns were regularly following my fingers, pulling them back a little farther than necessary to tease her up, then hooked my fingers in her hole and lifted her up onto her knees. Quickly, I got behind her, lined my cock up and exchanged it for my fingers. My full helmet was inside Mom's butt before she realized what had happened.

"No, Ty. No, you can't," she groaned.

"I can, Mother. I'm already inside you."

"Please don't. I can't let you fuck me."

"I'm not," I cried, sinking my full length into Mom's slippery ass. "I'm just in your butt."

"No, no," Mom wailed.

"It's not fucking if I'm not in your pussy," I rasped.

I managed half a dozen pumps in silence.

"It's not?"

"No," I gasped. She felt incredible. "I'm just making you play dirty," I said, trying to capitalize on the word Mom seemed to get off on.

"You're making me be dirty?" she husked.

"Yeah," I confirmed, then added for good measure, "So I don't have to make Lynn do it."

Mom groaned loudly. I humped her butt harder, resting my hands on her back to steady myself, straddled precariously above her. Mom's neck bent against the mattress with our to-and-fro movements. She bore me in silence for awhile and then began to emit little grunts with every thrust in her butt. I changed my routine, pumping fast for a few strokes, then slowly, then hard one-timers held plugged all the way in for a few seconds before withdrawing to jam it in again. Mom seemed to really like that.

Tiring of squatting over her ass, I pushed Mom flat on the mattress and nudged her legs together with my heels. Straddling her thighs, I began a regular fucking rhythm. Despite what I said and what she believed, I was fucking her for sure, fucking her in the ass. I gripped her shoulders and reverted to the slam and grind. I really liked the feel of that and Mom seemed to like it too despite how rough it seemed. In less than a minute, we were both grunting like animals. When I came, I released a primeval wail that I couldn't believe came from my own throat and collapsed on Mom's back, shuddering like a man who had just been pulled from the freezing ocean.

You won't believe what we spent most of the day doing. Baking. That's right, baking. Mom wanted me to help her bake a whole pile of stuff for Lynn and her friend Tessa. I told her they would hardly be around but she insisted. After what she had done for me that morning, I would have filled a Wal-Mart with bread baked in a toaster oven if that's what she wanted.

As the day wore on I started getting frantic that I wouldn't be able to have another crack at Mom. I mean, I was in my undershorts and Mom was wearing an apron and nothing else. It was the kind with a bib in front but that loose bit covering her tits just made them sexier. I was hard the whole time we were in the kitchen except for the first twenty minutes when I felt like my worn out cock would never get hard again. When the final tray was pulled out of the oven and set on the stove to cool, my cock was ready to break.

"I guess I better take care of you one last time before your father gets home," Mom said.

I grinned like a Cheshire cat. "Really?"

As Mom led me upstairs, I made a suggestion, "We could do something tomorrow morning too, while Dad's picking Lynn up from the airport."

"No, we'll all go to the airport together to welcome your sister home. This is the last time, Tyson. That's my last word on it and I expect you to keep your promise about Lynn."

"I will Mother," I sulked.

She wouldn't get on her tummy or let me touch her ass.

"I'm a little sore there. I don't know if I'll be able to sit down for a week," she laughed. "Don't worry, I'll fix you up. I think you'll like what I've got in mind."

Mom retrieved a vibrator from the same drawer she had got the lube from. No wonder she had lube. The vibrator told me bucket loads about Mom and Dad's sex life, probably nonexistent and the likely reason she was so tight for a woman her age. Mom got on the bed, lying sideways, and pulled her knees, held together, part way up. She inserted the vibrator between her legs and settled in for a nice rub-a-dub after adjusting her head for comfort on the pillow which she had puffed up. I watched her, perplexed, wondering why I was supposed to like this so much. I could spoon her, but she said her ass was sore, so that wasn't it. What the hell? I was supposed to just watch her get off?

Mom looked amused. She kept toying with her pubes, rubbing the vibrator all over the outside of her pussy. Finally, she patted the bed in front of her face. I guess I really was supposed to just sit and watch her. I crawled over and kneeled in front of her. I put my hand on her knee and ran my fingers up the side of her leg to her hip, caressing her outer thigh, then moved to take control of the vibrator. Mom shook her head so I sat back and watched, confused and more than a little bit pissed.

After a while, Mom reached out with her free hand, grasped my cock, and slowly stroked it. This went on for quite some time. I was getting really horny but this slow stroking wasn't going to make me come, not for a while, anyway. I looked longingly at Mom's pretty face, remembering how great it looked to see my cock disappearing into her wide mouth. I wished I could do that again. I wished... well, why not? I replaced Mom's hand with my own and leaned forward, pushing my cock down towards her face.

"You're the most patient man I think I've ever met," Mom said. "Except for your father. I offered him this once, years ago, but he didn't even catch on."

No way I was going to admit that I hadn't got it until just now. Being a very patient man sounded way better. I tried to fake her out.

"Yeah," I panted, "but my patience goes only so far," I grunted.

I pushed my cock between Mom's lips and shoved it into her mouth. She moaned sexily around my meat. I was slow and gentle for a few strokes but then, remembering how much Mom seemed to like it when I slammed my cock in her ass, I cupped my hand under her jaw and held her head still while I pumped more forcibly into her mouth. I watched carefully for signs of distress but the only change I could see was Mom inserting the vibrator inside her pussy so I kept fucking her face. I did take extra care when I pushed deep, trying to gain entry through the gate to her throat at the back of her mouth. Mom let go of her vibrator for a moment and helped me through.

"Yeah, take it deep, baby. Really deep," I husked, forgetting she was my mother. I had never had any girl — well, either of the two I'd actually had sex with — do this for me and I wanted it badly. Jeez, I wished Mom would consider doing just this for me from now on.

Fuck, the way she pulled me inside with that little swallow. Unbelievable. I couldn't believe I didn't come right away. I started moving my cock, afraid to pull back too far so I didn't have to negotiate the entrance to her throat again. Of course, I didn't control myself very well but discovered that I could easily move in and out with Mom controlling that part. I held Mom's head with one hand and her throat and jaw with the other and concentrated on pumping her face. Fuck, this was so fucking fantastic.

The vibrator had become louder. It must be variable speed, like a drill, and Mom must have turned it up. Her hips were making fucking movements and she was moaning constantly around my meat. She must be close. Well, so was I. I tried to time myself to where I thought she was but soon gave up. Mom suddenly started bucking her hips faster, more jerkily, and I thought she was going to come first but then she did something with her throat and it triggered a similar uncontrolled reaction in me. For the second time that day, we came loudly together.

I pulled my cock out of Mom's mouth and rubbed it all over her face. Why? Who knows, but it sure felt good and what felt even better was seeing her smile as I did it and putting it back into her mouth to suck me. If that was part of coming, then I came for several more minutes.

Mom and I showered together and enjoyed soaping each other off. It was a real special time. Both sated, we fondled and caressed each other without any intention of reinitiating sex. I had only one regret: Mom hadn't let me actually fuck her and, of course, all of this was now over. Downstairs, when we heard Dad pull into the driveway, Mom let me kiss her hard one last time.

When we pulled apart, she said, "Maybe you can still kiss me like that once in a while."

The door opened. Dad was home.
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There were no games that night. The afternoon had truly been our farewell.

The next day, we all went out to pick up Lynn and Tessa in Dad's car. It was cramped but that was the way Mom wanted it. She sat in the back, between Lynn and Tessa, who was even sexier in person. It was endearing to see how happy Mom was to see Lynn and I felt guilty playing on her fears and her instinct to protect her daughter just so I could use her body. As I watched them together, I realized how much I loved them both, especially Mom, and vowed to make it up to her.

I didn't have the heart to admit to her that Lynn had never meant to show me her tits. Not on purpose, anyway. Sure, I had tried to get her to flash me before but she just brushed that off as banter between sister and brother. If she wanted something from me, she wasn't shy about posturing herself to flaunt her assets, tits or ass, but she never offered to actually show me anything, let alone do something overtly sexual.

Nope. That day, I had been fleeing Mom because I knew she wanted me to cut the grass and I had run into Lynn's room thinking she was out and Mom wouldn't look for me there. I caught her right in the middle of changing, well, removing her bra, because she was going out with Chad and she thought she could sneak out of the house without Mom seeing her. Right there in front of me were the tits I had dreamed of seeing for years. They were stunning, absolutely gorgeous.

Lynn glared at me. "Don't you dare say anything to Mom," thinking the most important thing was hiding her bralessness from Mom rather than her tits from me.

"I won't," I stammered as Lynn negotiated her hands through her sleeves, not doing anything to hide her perfect tits. I took the casual way she put her blouse back on as payment for my silence and it would have been well paid too if Mom hadn't burst through the door at that moment. As it turned out, I was eventually paid far more than I could ever have imagined, for doing... nothing.

I spent the next week trying to be as nice as possible to Mom and Lynn and her friend Tessa. Tessa was a knockout: Tall and lithe with short, very blond hair. She was perky and cute and sexy, and she liked me. After Lynn returned to college, she called to say how much Tessa talked about me. Your brother is so nice, and so good looking.. Lynn made a face and laughed at the latter part of that sentence but wondered why I had been so nice to her when she was home. I'm a changed man, I had responded, and I was in ways she could never know.

Oh, you were wondering if Mom kept her word about the games being over?

Yes, she did.

For just over a week.

We were kissing for the first time since Lynn had come home. I had been kneeling on the couch and pulled her up to kiss her properly, with my hands fondling her ass outside her skirt. On about the sixth kiss, she let me run my hand under her skirt to cup her panties. After the eighth, very long kiss, I turned Mom toward the back of the couch and slipped my other hand up the back of her skirt. Within minutes, I had her panties around her knees and her holes filled with fingers. Mom had opened my robe earlier and pushed my pajamas down to release my cock, taking it into her hand. As I frigged her, she jacked me slowly with one hand.

When I moved behind her, Mom looked over her shoulder at the light spilling into the hallway from her bedroom. Dad had gone upstairs almost an hour before. Surely, he was asleep by now. I pushed my cock between Mom`s legs and slid it up between her thighs under her skirt until the tip nestled between her bare cheeks, already damp with her womanly excretion.

"I can't help it," she explained in response to my discovery. "I've missed you terribly."

"I missed you too, Mom," I croaked.

"Cover my mouth if I forget myself," she whispered.

"Ok."

I rubbed my cockhead up and down between Mom's cheeks, then pushed it underneath and up so I could rub it through her pussy lips.

"Tyson, no."

Mom tried to pull away but was stopped by the back of the couch. I hunched my hips, sawing my cock back and forth and slipped the tip of my thumb into her ass.

"I just need to make it wet because we don't have any lube down here."

I wiggled my thumb to indicate where I really intended to put my cock but I rubbed it back and forth for long enough that Mom began to seriously wet my dick. Her pubes were really swollen and my helmet was digging deep into her slit causing both of us to moan softly. This was not one of my finest moments, for I told an unforgiveable lie.

"This feels so great. It was all I could do not to take Lynn up on her offer."

"What?" Mom cried.

"Shhhhhh!" I jerked my head around to look upstairs, more for effect to keep Mom quiet than a real fear that Dad could hear us.

"Lynn wants you to fuck her?"

"Yeah, but I kept my promise. It was hard to do, Mom. I don't know if I can always be so strong, especially when I'm not getting any."

I angled my cock up and gouged my tip through her slit.

"Ohhhhhh, yes, it feels so good but... well..."

"Well what," I gasped, grasping my shaft and vibrating it in Mom's slit.

"Well... would you promise to never... I mean never... give in to your sister if I..."

"If you what?"

There was no answer. The suspense was intense, waiting for Mom to finish her thought but the look on her face gave me some idea of the struggle she was going through. I kept wiggling my cockhead in her slit to press my case.

"Just promise me you'll never give in to her," Mom barked angrily.

I stopped wiggling my dick. Had I gone too far? She was going to stop, to change her mind about what I hoped she was going to say, I just knew it. I tried desperately to recover lost ground.

"I promise, Mom. I swear. I'll never touch Lynn, ever!" I stated, strongly emphasizing the last word.

"Ok, then," was the quiet response.

Mom bent over the back of the couch and pushed back against me, sending my cockhead skidding beyond her slit. She reached under her skirt and I felt her grasp the end of my cock, push it back and guide it back into her slit. Mom paused with my tip being warmed in her wetness, then suddenly shoved her hips back, forcing my helmet inside her pussy. I grunted in surprise and ecstasy. What a wonderful feeling, so much better than her ass, like being dipped in hot liquid and squeezed by slippery, pulpy muscles. I shoved in deeper, seeking more of this fantastic pleasure, and was rewarded by the slippery grip of Mom's inner walls sliding along the length of my shaft.

"Oh my God," I cried.

"Shhhhhhh!" Mom hissed.

"It's so good. I can't believe it."

"Shhhhh, baby," she shushed me more gently. "Remember your promise."

"I promise, Mom. I promise. I won't touch her. Forever."

I was fucking Mom! I leaned on her back and slipped my hands around to grasp her tits, inside her blouse, holding her torso so it couldn't move away from my cock. I simply loved the feel of her cunt. It was unbelievably active, massaging my whole cock all the way in and all the way out. I had expected her to be loosre but she was really tight, like she hadn't been fucked for a long time.

Mom was moaning now. Her hands gripped the upper edge of the couch and she was pushing herself back onto my cock, forcing me to pull back to enjoy the longer, clinging thrusts through her sex.

"Cover my mouth," she gasped.

I put my hand over her mouth in the nick of time, squelching a loud groan. I answered her with a huge lunge into her cunt and then another, and another. I jammed my cock in hard, loving the gasping, vibrating grunt it produced in my palm. I was rocking her so hard now that my hand and her mouth became disconnected so I used my other hand to push her head into it. Slamming now, really slamming. Holy fuck, so good, so very, very good. Mom, oh Mom! I was heaving, blasting my cum inside her, jerking around like a spastic until I collapsed on Mom's back and we eventually fell to our sides on the couch.

Mom let me enter her a second time before she went to bed, this time face to face. I loved the feel of her legs entwined around mine, loved looking at her face, eyes closed and face strained, as I slowly ground my cock into her. I loved fucking her like this. Hell, I just loved fucking her!

I didn't work the next day. Mom made me fuck her in the ass. I mean it, she wouldn't let me do her pussy again unless I did her ass first. Mom really liked it in the ass and had masturbated for the whole week thinking about my cock in her butt. That's why she'd been so horny, why she had sat on the couch doing crosswords until Dad went to bed. She confessed to me that she had sat on the couch, doing her crosswords without any panties on under her skirt, for the entire week until last night. She had changed into her least sexy panties after supper, sensing that she was too near the edge and that momentary desire could carry her over the precipice into a sexual abyss from which she might not be able to escape.

Mom thought the panties would give her the breathing space to avoid getting carried away so far that she would actually let me fuck her but the threat of Lynn chasing me, and her fear that I couldn't resist my sister, pushed her over the edge. Deep down, I think Mom knew I would keep the promise I had already made about Lynn and she didn't really need to do anything more. I think Mom just needed an excuse to give in to a desire she couldn't deny.

Anyway, everything worked out perfectly for me. I fucked Mom for years. She blew me at least once a day and sometimes twice. She knew I loved doing her mouth and coming on her face. She acted like she didn't like it but I think that was because I seemed to get off more when she did that. If I didn't ask her, she would initiate it and always pulled my cock out to spray on her face if I didn't do it myself. Somehow, that doesn't match up with really disliking it and acting like I was 'making her' do it. In fact, Mom loved to act like I was 'making her' do things.

Sex was more difficult when Lynn was home in the summers but we managed. At first, she wouldn't do it if Lynn was in the house but one night, I swore I'd visit Lynn's room, I was so horny. That led to a really hot fuck on the old couch in the basement. After that, I was guaranteed to get a quickie if Lynn was somewhere in the house.

Dad had a heart attack and passed away a few years ago. I thought that would give me a free hand with Mom but she insisted I start living my life and made me move out. I lived with a girl for three years and almost got married but then Mom got the big C and died a few months ago. I left my girlfriend and moved back home to a house that is empty except for memories. Sometimes, I sit all night in the living room, staring at the end of the couch next to the table with the unfinished book of crosswords.

I haven't worked for months. My life is a shambles and now Lynn is forcing me to leave. She's the executor of Mom's will and is selling the house. I can't afford to buy Lynn's half but she says I can stay with her untlil the estate is settled. She even jokingly threatened to have me committed if I don't (her husband is a doctor). Lynn says being around her kids would make me feel better and reconnect me with life. I always liked her kids but they're older than my favorite age range of two to five and are both in school now. I guess I'll take Lynn up on her offer. I don't have much choice until the estate is resolved anyway.​