Incest/Taboo Family Road Trip

Dad's strokes got faster and harder. Every once in a while it would draw out completely and have to poke about to find the hot haven of mom's honey pot. It managed this like an old pro, but the up side to me was those times I got to see straight into the nether mysteries of my mother's womb. It was dark in there. The labia were shiny coral flesh framing a deep grotto that concealed her depths of love within. That's where I came out of, and that's where I want to poke my own pussy-pleaser, too! I watched, fascinated, as the performance of procreation, the completion of copulation, the action of intercourse went on - as I tried to burn the image upon my brain, a permanent memory of that very moment that might never repeat itself, for all I knew.

Then the sirens went off; they were cumming. Mom's special climax wail of "Yeess! Now . . give it all to me now,! Ooooohhh!! Yyeeauhh! AaAawwh!! YESYesyes..ess!! - and - dad's "Oooohh . . .OoohOOHHoohh!! Babe!! Ggrruuhhh! NNNnnnn!!" alternately it rose and fell in pitch and volume with the dance of his balls as they supplied the jism being pumped into her. I was caught by surprise and had been so fascinated by the spectacle of their fucking that I had neglected to keep pace, and now, I just watch as they peaked and then eased on down the other side of the heights to the cozy afterglow of good sex. In fact, my dad rolled off mom after a couple of minutes and dropped off to sleep.

One good turn-on deserves another, and another, and . . .

"He does that quite regularly, doesn't he?" I remarked to mom, as I stretched out and lay next to her on the other side of the bed.

"He has been very inspired on this trip, I must say. It's not usual that we make love three nights in a row."

"No, I mean that he falls asleep so soon after having sex. Not much after-play for you, huh?"

"No," she said, a bit wistfully. "Not much for second helpings, either." Then she added, in a slightly defensive tone, "Well, when your father was younger he did have more energy and we had more time to fool-around. Lately, however, it seems that our lives are so busy it is sometimes a chore to screw."

She paused, a wistful look washed over her beautiful face, then she continued. "That's too bad because I like sex even better now than when I was younger, when we were first married. Too bad it's not acceptable for an older woman to marry a younger man.

Before I could suggest the obvious about her and me, she changed the subject, having had a sudden thought as she was looking at me.

"Did you cum tonight baby?" She asked, her tone both mothering and seductive at the same time.

I shook my head, and for added effect and to gain sympathy, stuck out my bottom lip and made a sad sack look.

"Then let mommy comfort her baby. Climb between my legs and I'll rock you to sleep."

Was this it? Were we going to commit incest at last? (Although all of what we had done to date fell somewhere within that definition surely!)

I scrambled to get my nude body between my naked mother's legs. My chest resting upon hers, and my penis a snake in the pubic thatch. As my weight settled on my elbows and knees and then closed the gap between our bodies, we kissed lightly and sweetly showing our affection and playfulness. Mother spread her thighs and made me right at home like I had cuddled there many times before. Perhaps I had, when I was younger, but not with licentious purposes and a love lance longing to pierce her womanhood as I now had. At this instant we were closer than ever to that consanguineous violation.

"I used to do this with my boyfriends in High School." mom explained quietly, "It always got them off, but there are rules. No going in, and no cumming on my pussy. You can't enter my vagina, and you have to squirt higher than my clit or on the sheet - not anywhere near my hole - Okay?"

I thought that not going in might be hard to resist, for both of us, as my boner was 'hard' and her cunt would have little 'resist'-ance since it had been opened by dad's dicking earlier. As for cumming in her, there was no way that I was not going to cum in mom if I got in her. I was primed and ready to fire my wad when it went wading in the swamp and me with no 'goulashes'! We had no rubber and we no had safety net of any other sort, a dangerous circus act, like putting your head in the lion's mouth. If I could get her to allow the head of my penis in her pussy, I thought my mom might suspend the rules for her student and let me take the plunge for the final exam, the ultimate examination and exploration of her body, her very self. I would play by the rules until she became tempted into serious action, then I expected a 'no holes barred' game of cum what may!

I began to move my cock up and down the slick grove that was formed by her labia and the cheeks of her bottom. I slithered across her clitoris at the top of the stroke and skittered past her anus at the other end. With each rock 'baby' took, the goal of her hole was in mind, and I sought to establish by feel where the soft spot that led inward was. The underside of my hard-on was greased like a proverbial pig as I sought to rut in my mother and pork her. Little by little, the gash was spread and the sinkhole of desire was exposed to the testing of my probe.

Meanwhile, I attempted to distract mom's mind with kisses on her lips and suckles to her nipples. A side effect of these maneuvers was to inspire a counter roll of mom's hips. The rock and roll of hips and hard-on, labia and haunches hunching was wonderful to the dorsal side of my dick. But this, in effect, thus provided a moving target for my heat-seeking love missile, so it was sometime before the angle and motion matched enough to allow the beginning of penetration.

"Careful!" mom warned with a gulp, "You're right there! Don't move! Stay still or you'll pop into mommy's 'gina. We dare not let that happen; it would be too close to 'doing it'!" I froze, as she commanded, but I withdrew from the field of my plowing not a millimeter. The moment stretched, and I thought I could detect an involuntary nibbling of mom's pussy lips on my penis tip. Then she lifted her hips just enough to dislodge the cunt/cock contact, and I went back to sawing away at her crotch.

I was more excited, by the thought that I had tasted the forbidden fruit of sex with my mother, than by the fact that she and I were connecting at a level of physical intimacy all but short of actual intercourse. At any other moment I would have cherished and love the fact that I was stripped bare and in the erotic clenches of my equally unclad mother. But I had one thing only on my . . . mind, and my brains were all in my dick-head tonight!

Soon enough our movements were getting rambunctious in our growing passion, and I began a gentle ramming down into the saucepot of her pudenda. Now, as I began to dip, she would pause to let me get just a little deeper than a moment ago. So it began a gradual progression of entry, stroke - stroke & slip/dip; . . stroke - slip & stroke / dip; . . . stroke - stroke & slipp/diipp! Then mom would put her hands on my waist and lift my hips up and away from the heavenly haven of her weeping pussy.

Once more the rhythm and inevitable returned, inching into dangerous depths, as my dick was delving into mom's divide. Finally, the glide of my glans which we had both been waiting for happened, and the tip slipped into the hot damp socket of flesh. I went rigid, and mom held perfectly still. We both wanted that moment to last, we both wanted more; again and deeper, repeatedly and as energetically as possible.

But mother had stated the ground rules for that evening and I was reluctant to go beyond those limits without her expressed permission. I could sense that she wanted to break her own code of conduct for this kind of encounter, however since she showed no sign of encouragement I knew she was having second thoughts about allowing this peril of penetration to proceed. But, mom had an old trick up her sleeve (or should I say panties?). She began to buck her hips up and dropping them down so that my prick, as I sought to maintain contact, plunged into her opening but never got any further than the original depth. Like the prow of a ship plunging through the choppy waves, dip - dip - dip was all it could do. But that was enough. I was primed by the graphic display of fucking my folks had put on and now I was all but screwing my mother for real.

My penis gave several sharp thrusts and managed to gain another inch of penetration.

Mom cried out, "Don't cum in me, remember! Don't cum in me, you promised!!

With a heave that must have been like what Adam felt when he was expelled from paradise, I pulled back my dick and dropped immediately to trap it between our two torsos. Both mom and I could feel the strong throbs it made on our lower abdomens as I squirted shot after shot of white cream on to her tummy. I was both elated at the nearly-getting-nooky which had just happened, and yet I was also disappointed mom had not been willing to go all the way with me tonight.

She must have known what I was thinking, as now she spoke tenderly. "I understand what you wanted to happen, just like the guys did in High School, you wanted to have me." she said with a tender tone.

"Well, they never did get beyond what we just did. I always got them off though, just as I did for you. I enjoyed it too, though I didn't always cum as well. But it kept me from having a baby back when there was a lot less birth control available. I'm sure that you don't want to hurt your father any more than I and, though I'm surprised that he has gone along with this much uninhibited display of our sex life already, he still doesn't know about our messing around when he falls asleep. I'm not sure that he would approve of it, so I don't want to take chances of things going too far, nor of him resenting our activities. We can't be disloyal to him he's your dad and my husband and we all love one another very much. Understand this is as far as we can go - for now. Didn't you have a good time?"

While I nodded yes, I said nothing but simply cuddled into mommy's arms and wept silently. She understood the longing and frustration of the situation and my feelings of love and desire for her, at the same time respecting her wishes and my father's rights. We stayed like that for quite some time before I got up telling my mother to stay there I would be right back. I crossed to the bathroom and ran some warm water on a washcloth, wrung it out and returned with the soothing swath to clean mom's tummy and pussy.

Then sitting next to her I held the rag in one hand while the other began to caress her labia and clit. The middle finger found the hole my penis had sought and entered boldly, withdrew and returned as two now. The thumb made circular motions over the hot button of flesh that was poking out of the wisps of pubic hair that hid nothing. With some light variation as minutes slowly passed, mom grew aroused again and made little movements that evidenced her ecstasy.

I whispered, "Cum for me, mom, cum for your son, I want to give you an orgasm too; you need at least two an night, don't you?" Mom whimpered and nodded it was true. I made my words match the manipulations of my fingers, "I'm going to make my mommy cum again, she is going to cum for her baby, a nice yummy cummy in her tummy.

Mom grew more frantic as her peak approached; I quickened the pace and added a third finger to her cunt.

Mega pulses pounded mom's frame as her body convulsed with the paroxysms of her orgasms. She lay there panting and helpless. I could have jumped her bones right then; no objection but an open welcome (well, cum!) and enthusiastic participation on her part. But I was not going to violate her trust in me, not when keeping faith mean each next day's encounter was sexier in ways yet to try! My patience was being rewarded. I knew we could not hold to the principles we thought were obsolete, since our lust tugged on every desire and drew us closer to the implosion of incest. Then I returned to my own bed after fingering mom and dad was none the wiser. Or so we thought.

Mr. Possum gives his permission, making family fantasies possible

Now I am sure you are ready to read in detail all about the next school we visited. How the campus had lots of trees, the town lots of bars and clubs, the curriculum lots of choices. No? You'd rather I got on with the action - Okay, I'll just say that by the time we pulled into the last motel before our final leg home there had been a lot of walking and many hours of driving. We grabbed the evenings grub at the golden arches chain and ate in the room with the idea to retire early. Dad was especially bushed. I was up for the regular session of sexual playtime being renewed by burgers and ever invigorated by youthful lust. Mom came out of the bathroom naked; both dad and I smiled at the sight of our beautiful woman, and at the signal to let the games begin!

I sat on my bed's edge, still the one toward the front, stroking my shaft while my folks fondled one another with all the lights on. Then without much ado, dad rolled on top of mom and commenced to fuck her. Mother, after a few minutes of this nice pastime, motioned me to her. I crossed the three feet separating us with cock still in hand and hard as hickory. Mom reached out and took it with her slender fingers, drawing the salacious sausage to her mouth. She didn't ask dad's permission but, from the way his pace picked up, the lurid act was an inspiration to him. Mom's delicate digits caressed my buns and played with my balls. I could see my father pistoning between mom's legs, sending his own hotdog into the gap that was framed by her muff.

Mother began to make the mewing sounds of her happy climb to a climax. Dad was close behind with his grunting of being about to shoot, and all I could say as my own peak was rising from the depths was, "Oh yeah! OH Yeah!!" But then dad seem to just explode all at once and, it was before either mom or I had reach critical mass for our own orgasms, he plowed into mom with a heaving blast of cream that seem to drain all the energy he had left. He rolled off mom, back on to his back, with great shuddering gasps of breaths racking his body, as though he had just finished a marathon. Mom let her child's lollypop drop and asked him, "All you all done, hon? It's been a long day hasn't it?"

I was afraid that perhaps mom was going to say that she was tired, too, and that the sex games were to be all done for the evening. And what about when we got home? Would I be relegated to being outside their door once more?? I needed not to have feared. I should have known mom better, by now.

Dad interrupted my thoughts, and surprised mom and I both when he said, "I'm sorry babe, but I am really exhausted, but you two carry on" he said, still panting slightly.

Both mom and I stared at him in utter surprise, our mouths agape.

Neither of you came, why doesn't he finish the job I started." He had a sly smile as he spoke. "Go ahead son, get on top of mom and make love to your sexy mother. I know you two have been messing around when you thought I was asleep, but I was able to hear what was going on and, while I don't have the stamina of youth, my puerile curious nature has remained strong."

"You knew all along?" Mom was a bit befuddled by his confession.

"I let things progress while I was playing possum, because I really get turned on when you two are making out and fooling around. So that's why I made no objection to our son watching and getting a 'bird's eye view'. Between his avid voyeurism and your exhibitionistic enthusiasm, and the extra-curricular activities when you guys thought I was zonked out, that's has been the reason that I have been able to get it on four nights in a row.

But tonight, when you were sucking your son's cock, that was too much and I got so excited I couldn't hold back. Now I want to be the watcher, I want to see you two making love, balling, and bringing each other off. Fuck your son - screw your mommy, it's time that you both had the joining each has longed for. And I get the hottest, most erotic show I ever could hope for."

Mom and I looked at each in wonder, then with a little laugh which culmination in a big kiss. My body slid on top of hers, where dad had lain but a minute ago. Back between mom's thighs, with my erection bumping against her vulva, I began my incestuous ravishing of this wanton and willing woman who was my mother. I gave her long lingering French kisses and caressed her everywhere my hands could roam.

While our tongues swirled in oral romping together, my palms made their way over the hills and valleys of her body. From the luscious pillows that pressed my chest to the damp crevasse I had seen split by my father's member, they traveled the hot hips and clutched the tender shoulders from where her arms wrapped around my back and held me firm. All the while the nuzzling knob of my cock was attempting to burrow in the haven of mom's sanctuary.

With some slight adjustments and the gradual widening of mom's legs, the electric socket my plug sought was giving way to the insertion it craved. The moist heat of the slick cavity of sex was now nibbling on my meat. I experienced a momentary sense of 'deja vu' from the day before when that playground had its gates open but 'no trespassing' signs were still posted.

Now the wet hot hole had a wel-cum mat out and I had the license to make licentious merriment in my parents' playground. Whereas before I had first listened to their sounds of sensual delight, then on this trip witnessed the physical jubilation of their union; so now I too engaged in the act of love, the celebration of bodies uniting, the happy fun of fucking, with my mom!! Even as my dad observed and approved and appreciated.

The slick, steamy grotto of mom's opening was enveloping my dick as the tip was engulfed by the sweetness of her pussy. This was truly entering the gates of paradise, the moment in which I teetered on the brink of manhood. The moment of my loss of virginity is forever engraved and enshrined in my memory. With my mother, the ultimate sex goddess of my soul, I went where this boy had never gone before and came back a man, then went back into the never-never-land.

My peter sought the mother-figure, and her womanhood welcomed it like Wendy's window and the girl's heart. We began to fly on the happy sensations that boys and girls, men and women, have enjoyed together since time immemorial. My cock was going deeper and deeper into my mother's body, the heat was so incredible and the squeezing of her muscles gripping it was an unexpected bliss of physical delight.

The six inches of the journey seem to be twice that in length as every fraction of an inch was ever the more intense as my dick delved deeper and further into mom's burrow. Though hoping that downward thrust would last forever, I was finally at my true goal, the merger of mother and son as one. I felt the mash of pubic hairs entangle as my body banged her pudenda, ground her clit and bounced balls on butt.

The nubs of her uterus were just touched by my tender tip, I as all in, she was all open and we were all, dad too, at high pitch of sexual fever. Like a locomotive's piston the sluggish chugging of the initial in and out seemed to be almost in slow motion, but it began to gather speed and then to become a fluid motion of powerful forces that could not be held in check.

Dad had his dick in hand and he was hard again, but I had no intention of relinquishing his wife back to him; I was sure that he wanted to have this show to culminate in a grand finale for all of us. The slapping spank of flesh meeting flesh was only joined by grunts and groans and moans of three people in the throes of ecstasy. Harder and harder I had to pound my mom, I couldn't help myself, it was an urge and urgent drive that I needed to obey. Mother was no slacker. Her hips were counterpoint to mine, the clashing motion creating the most exquisite of sensations on my mind and genitals I had ever experienced. I was in a rush, though at the same time I wanted this to last for all night, but I raced toward the climax that was inevitable as sunrise and would be as brilliant as a supernova inside my head. The fuse was lit on the ruddy stick of dynamite that was my cock.

Then we were there, my dick was a geyser in mom's gushing vagina, as her hands grabbed my haunches and held me tight in her. Her pussy squeezed around my throbbing penis and milked the cum that hosed within. Dad's prick spurted seed several inches out, as he finally had to close his eyes in ecstasy when his climax overtook him. Like the calling of birds our cries and orgasmic clamor were a cacophony of sounds that for a few moments were a repetitive chorus of ecstatic pleasure which gave way to ragged panting and puffing. Dad's dick soften almost immediately while my boner took a couple of minutes to retreat from mother's sweet hole. As I lay, there still partially in her, I stroked her hair and kissed her face. Dad recovered his breath and strength to lean toward us and kiss her too. He put his arm over my shoulders and we wound up in a three-way sort of hug.

When our ménage managed to untangle we all headed to the toilet to pee. That was a comedy to see; mom on the pot, I used the shower, and dad the sink. When we were done, mom asked dad if he would mind if she shared my bed for the rest of the night. He replied that he was going to crash and wouldn't know the difference anyway, so it was fine with him. He plunked down right on top of the disheveled bedding and was sawing wood in minutes. Mom cuddled with me in my bed which was less sweaty and smelly; we kiss and stroked each other until we fell asleep. A few times I awoke briefly and realized that at one point we were spooning, another time later it was reversed with mom's bush tickling my buns. Once I was using her boobs for my pillow. It was a very special might!

The son rises in the morning, mother has dew, but dad's in the dark

Father woke first, and went to the bathroom, closing the door so as not to wake us when he was in the shower. I did hear him start to run the tap and came to the realization that a woman was in my bed with me, that that woman was my mother, and that we had finally and uninhibitedly made love together. The very memory, and verily most mornings gave me a rampant hard-on. I kissed my mother awake ever so gently, then poked her firmly with my stiffy and smiled. She smiled back, kissed me back, rolled on her back and rolled me on top of her. "Maybe your dad knew about the other times, but unless he comes out in the next few minutes, he'll not catch us in the middle of a quickie! Put it in and let's go for it, make me cum fast, shoot your cream into my sugar bowl!!"

Of course, that was what I was hoping would be the first order of business for our day. I understood that mom still wanted her little secret affair between us as a spicy sexual adventure, safe with her son but without the knowledge (abet with the permission) of her hubby. I slid into mother's already damp pussy. I began to make the ancient motions that made babies from time immemorial.

It felt especially good as my dick was still sensitive from the action of last night. My balls were reloaded and mom was already verging on her cum after just a few minutes of thrusting. Once more I felt the nubs deep and the grip of her muscles. We kissed as my chest rubbed against her soft pillows, her hands clasp my back as if she were holding on for dear life. Then we had a really nice cum, as one we went over the top of that peak, our soft moans in harmony as we descended from the height of delight.

We rested in the warm after-glow until we heard the shower water stop. I got up and was at ready to go in to use and the facilities when dad came out. Mom came in at the end and had to go potty, but nothing happened. All three of us sharing the driving made the trip home much easier. It was great fun, because now I was accepted by my folks as an "adult". We started swapping stories about how everybody had lost their virginity. I heard about my folks first time and surprised them with some of my own adventures.

But I was wondering with every mile that passed what would happen when we got back. Would the intimacy of we three continue to be as it was in the last several days or would things return to 'normal'? I needn't have worried. From then on they had an 'open-door' policy, plus mom and I have a little nookie on the side now and then when dad travels. Oh, and I chose a local university to attend. Home is where the heart - and hard-on is!