Incest/Taboo Gary's Mom

"I expect to hear that Mr. Robinson's afternoon was every bit as good as your morning."

"You will if I have anything to do with it."

"Don't disappoint me, Allen."

"I won't. I hope I never will."

"I know you do," she smiled.

Mr. Robinson steps sounded on the stairs.
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The next morning I awoke to the sound of muffled voices. I looked around but I was alone. Staring at the ceiling, I located the source of the voices. They were coming from the heat vent. I stood up on the bed to listen. The vent had been closed for the summer. I opened it and the voices became clearer.

"You came to bed much sooner that I thought. Did you not feel like teasing him?"

"He wasn't in the mood."

"Joan, don't give me that."

"Okay, I wasn't in the mood. I was tired and afraid he might get out of control. He looked pretty horny and he was expecting something, maybe too much."

"I warned you."

"Yadda, yadda, yadda."

"I'm just saying, you lost control before with Gary and look what happened. I know it worked for a while but sooner or later, if you dangle an ice cream cone in front of a kid, he's going to want to lick it."

"He would have been alright if you hadn't freaked out."

"No Joan, you went too far and he couldn't handle it."

"But look how much he improved. Maybe if I'd gone further, he would have been completely cured."

"Jesus Christ, Joan. He's our son!"

"I know, but I was helping him, more than all those doctors, anyway."

"Yes, yes, you were helping him with the one hand and screwing him up with the other. You took it too far and he couldn't handle it."

"He was fine until you had your little tantrum."

"Okay, maybe that sent him over the cliff but you drove him right to the edge."

"He would have been fine. I was already weaning him off."

"You were too late. If you'd kept it within reasonable boundaries, you might have been able to keep control, but you enjoyed it too much and you let it get away from you. It wasn't Gary's fault, he's just a kid. You lost him for us."

Holy Christ! Mrs. Robinson had been fooling around with Gary and Mr. Robinson knew about it. No wonder he was pissed about me staying with them. But why had he relented? Why did he seem so happy with my presence now?

"I did not enjoy it! I did what I did to help our son after we tried everything else."

"Joan, what you've accomplished with Gary was a miracle. I'll admit that your 'method' worked incredibly well, until that day. In retrospect, it was worth it to get Gary back for the little time we had him but, please, be careful this time. Don't go so far."

"Okay," Mrs. Robinson said. "I'll keep things under control this time. I'll just let him kiss me and feel me up at bit, and maybe let him see me in the nude."

"Well, as long as you can 'wean' him off, as you say."

"That's what I was about to do if you'd stop interfering."

"Okay, okay. Let's not fight anymore."

"Fine. I'll start weaning Gary off."

"You mean Allen," Mr. Robinson said.

"Yes, of course, Allen."
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I made sure the bed didn't creak when I sat down. Holy shit. Mrs. Robinson had fooled around with Gary and Mr. Robinson knew his wife was teasing me but had no idea how far it had gone, giving me a blow job and fuck twice. I knew she wasn't going to 'wean' me off no matter what she said to him. She liked it, I could tell. She had probably liked fooling around with her son and now she was doing it with his friend. When Mr. Robinson left, I was going upstairs to have some fun with Mrs. Robinson, no question about it. Shit, my cock was hard already. I rubbed it. I could hardly wait. Come on, Mr. Robinson, leave already.
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The front door couldn't have been closed more than ten seconds before I went upstairs. Mrs. Robinson wasn't in the kitchen or the living room, and I couldn't see her outside. As I started up the stairs, I heard Mr. Robinson's car back out of the driveway and speed away. I smiled and rubbed my cock through my shorts.

"Mrs. Robinson?" I called. No answer.

"Mrs. Robinson?"

I pushed her bedroom door open and peeked inside. She was standing in front of her mirror, holding a dress up in front of her, but she was completely naked. I walked toward her but stopped when she looked up at me through the mirror.

"Allen, just who I wanted to see."

She twirled around, holding the dress against the front of her body.

"What do you think? Do you like it?"

"Yeah, I like it a lot."

"So do I. In fact, I love it but I'm not sure I can wear it."

"Why not."

"Because it's too sexy. Don't you think it's sexy?"

"Yeah, on you. It's real sexy."

"See, that's the problem."

"Why?"

Mrs. Robinson ignored my question.

"Why?" I repeated.

"Why, Mom," she said.

My cock twitched and lengthened.

"Why, Mom?" Another twitch.

"Did you hear Mr. Robinson and me arguing?"

"Yeah," I admitted, but I didn't want to talk about it. Here comes the 'I have to wean you off bit', I thought.

"Well, he thinks I've been flirting with you too much."

"Oh."

"What do you think?"

"Well, I...uh, I like Mr. Robinson."

She made a cute, endearing face, then stretched one foot out to the side, baring her hip, and looked down the length of her leg.

"Oh, sorry. Yes, I know you like Mr. Robinson. So do I." She giggled. "But what do you think about me flirting with you?"

Flirting? Was she kidding? What were we talking about here. We had been fucking and she was talking about whether or not we should be flirting?

"Well, I guess, if he doesn't like it, maybe we shouldn't."

"But, do you like it?"

"Yeah, I like it."

"So do I." Mrs. Robinson brought her foot in and stretched the other one out, baring that hip and leg all the way down. "It's up to you, I guess."

"Um...well...if he doesn't know about it..."

"Are you saying I shouldn't tease you on the couch when Mr. Robinson is home?"

"Yeah, I guess not."

"But, if he's not home, it's ok?"

Was this a trap? If so, I couldn't see it.

"Yeah, if he isn't home then I guess it won't bother him."

"That's what I was thinking too."

Mrs. Robinson giggled and fluffed her hair with one hand, messing it up but making her look wild and sexy. She turned around to look at the dress she held in front of her with her other hand, presenting me with her naked behind.

"So you like it, Allen? You think it's sexy?"

I looked Mrs. Robinson up and down, pausing at the swells of her tits peeking out at her sides and the flare of her hips as they jutted out to form her ass. The back of her thighs showed the slightest sprinkle of cellulite but it was quite minor.

"Would you do me a favor, Allen?" she asked in a very cute voice, her eyes glancing sideways through the mirror in a coquettish manner.

"Yeah, sure," I answered, my swelling tongue making it difficult to speak.

"Would you put my pillows in the middle of the bed for me?"

"What?"

"You mean, pardon me, Mom?"

"Ah, yeah. Pardon me, Mom?"

"Pile two of the pillows up on the bed for me."

I piled one pillow on top of another like she asked.

"No silly. Put them in the middle."

I dragged the pillows into the middle of the bed.

"That's good," she said, turning back to the mirror. She examined herself critically for about twenty seconds. "That's too bad. I really like this dress. Mean old Mr. Robinson."

Mrs. Robinson tossed the dress to the floor and, for the first time, I saw her in all her stark beauty. She padded over to the bed, pressed her knees onto the edge, and threw herself across the pillows. With her tummy perfectly centered, her ass was prominently presented.

I stared, unsure of what to do despite the firm resolve I had carried up the stairs.

Mrs. Robinson spread her legs.

"Mr. Robinson isn't here," she squeaked.

Nothing stirred in the room for a few seconds while I digested her meaning. Woodenly, but with increasing speed, I pulled my t-shirt over my head and tossed it away, then shoved my shorts down and off. I approached the bed tentatively, as ridiculous as that was, given the situation, with my hard cock wavering about erratically. My knees bumped against the edge and Mrs. Robinson's legs spread wide, pulling her pussy apart so the pink slit showed and parting her cheeks enough to reveal a tiny, darker hole above them. Cunt or ass? Was it my choice? I thought not, since her anus was dry, unlike her glistening lower lips.

I clambered up on the bed.

"Allen?"

"Yeah," I responded, grasping my cock and lining it up with her pussy.

"If you're going to call me Mom, do you mind if I call you Gary?"

Really? This was getting really kinky.

It had seemed strange when she asked me to call her Mom. At first, I had thought she was just trying tom make me feel at home and then suspected that she thought I had had a thing for my mother, but her wanting me to call her Gary was confirmation that she had a thing for her son and missed it. What the hell, it made me harder, if that was possible.

"Yeah, sure, Mom. Call me Gary."

A strange excitement percolated through me and I almost giggled with delight. This was going to be fun.

"Ohhhh, Gary. What do you want? Tell Mommy."

Mrs. Robinson reached back and pulled her cheeks apart. The little hole widened into a dime-sized oval.

Holy shit! The choice was now real. I had seen anal sex on the internet. Hell, before having Mrs. Robinson, all of two times, I had only seen fucking on the internet too. Could I fuck her in the ass without any lube?

I nudged the tip of my cock against her pink wetness. As soon as it made contact, it was sucked inside, enveloping the head within a delicious, wet and warm cocoon. Oh, my fucking God! I loved this feeling. How could being in her ass be any better? I shoved myself home, pulled out slowly, and penetrated her again.

Mrs. Robinson kept her ass spread through the next dozen thrusts and I began to query my own conclusion. If she kept her ass spread, even while I was fucking her, she must want it there. Or, was she surprised by my decision and waiting for me to come to my senses? Did it really feel that good? Every time I pushed in and out, her butt hole winked at me, teasing me with its secret knowledge.

I pumped Mrs. Robinson another dozen or so times before my curiosity got the better of me. I pulled out, raised my cock an inch, and pushed it against the little hole but it skidded over it. Pulling back and holding it more carefully, I tried again but though it remained centered, it wouldn't go in despite Mrs. Robinson pulling harder on her cheeks. All it did was bend painfully.

"Gary, put something on it," Mrs. Robinson gasped.

How easily my name sprung to her lips, as if it was more natural than my own name. Obviously, having a cock behind her, trying to get into her ass, was something she more readily associated with her son than his friend. I resolved to change that in the future whenever Mr. Robinson wasn't here, as she said. Neither was Gary, except in spirit, and through my cock.

I leaned close and drooled onto her puckered opening.

"No, Gary. The lube, the lube," she gasped, wiggling her ass about in over-eager anticipation.

Briefly, her left hand flung out before returning to spread her cheeks. There, now uncovered by the pillow, was a translucent tube. Lube!

I grasped the tube, opened it, and squirted a healthy portion onto Mrs. Robinson's ass. Too much, really. I spread it around and then scooped some up to rub on the tip of my cock and then squeezed it down my shaft. About to try entering her again, I paused, and pushed some of the extra I had spread out trying to scoop it up back onto her hole. I pushed it inside, sliding my finger all the way in.

"Ohhhhh, Gary. It's been so long," she sighed.

"Yeah, how long?" I asked, working my finger slowly in and out, surprised by how easily it slipped through her previously tight hole and also surprised that my finger wasn't covered in shit. I really was a novice at this.

"Since you went away," she sighed, obviously pleased with what I was doing.

I squeezed my index finger together with the longest one and pushed them both inside her ass.

"Ohhhh, yesss."

I spent the next five minutes playing with Mrs. Robinson's butt, sliding my fingers in and out, holding them out until she puckered for more, pushing in with surprising zeal and holding in hard while slowly twisting back and forth. She loved it all. Soon, and eagerness to feel my cock inside her overwhelmed my curiosity and playfulness. I was ready for serious action. From the sounds she made as I clambered up onto my feel and squatted over her, bending my cock down to line it up with her butthole, Mrs. Robinson was through with playing around too.

It went in way easier this time, penetrating rather than bending, but it was slow going in. she was tight, very tight, which surprised me given how easily my two fingers had been able to explore her dark cavern.

"Oh God, Gary. Easy. Easy."

I held still, traumatized. I didn't want to hurt her. A few seconds pass while her puckered lips clasped and released, clasped and released. She pushed back, taking more of my cock, but only a little. Man, she was tight. So tight, it hurt my cock a bit. I pushed some of the extra lube around the edge where her butt clasped my cock, trying to push it in, and also rubbed it up my shaft. She pushed back again, taking in some of the recently lubed shaft.

"Ahhhhh, Gary. So good, sooo good," she sighed.

Forgetting myself, I pushed in, lurching ahead a full inch.

"Ahhhh God, yesss."

I pushed in again, and then again. Once more and I was buried to the hilt. I stayed there, not knowing what to do, until she began pulling herself off my cock. I retreated, as slowly as I could. I stopped before coming out of her completely, unsure if I should, my memory of internet ass fucks failing to provide me with guidance. I started back in and she groaned, but it wasn't in pain, at least not all of it. I tried to go in and stop but failed. Slipping head in steadily, Mrs. Robinson emitted a groan of pleasure such as I had never heard come from a woman, from her or on the internet. She really liked this, that was for sure.

I buried myself to the hilt again, paused for a briefer period, then withdrew, more quickly than before. Barely hesitating, I shoved back in.

"Unngghhhh,"

All the way, then out, and back.

"Unghhhhh."

As I withdrew, Mrs. Robinson whimpered, "Only for you, Gary. Only for you."

I pushed in vigorously.

"Unnnghhhhhh!"

After that, I started fucking her with more confidence, as if I were in her pussy. It was the same except she was still tighter and it felt more exciting, although I didn't know why. Perhaps it was the sounds she emitted, low and guttural, almost animal-like.

I fucked her ass hard, then slow, then hard again, loving how her sounds changed but always sounded wild and abandoned, no matter what. At one point, I shoved her forward and squatted with my thighs straddling her ass, cock deeply embedded, and rocked into her ass, using my thigh muscles to burgeon my cock as thick as I could.

"Fuck it," Mrs. Robinson cried.

"Take it," I hissed. "Take it hard."

She didn't answer except with more ragged moans and groans. I don't know why I suddenly became aggressive but it spun me up to new heights and I could barely contain my orgasm until it burst with explosive force. It felt like I pumped so much spend in her ass that my cock was forced out but it was Mrs. Robinson squeezing me out. I sat back on my haunches, cock flopping before me between her thighs, and watched as my jism oozed out of her ass onto her pussy. The sight made my cock stiffen and I lurched forward, grasping my slippery cock, and fed it inside her cunt. Quickly, I heaved off the rest of my renewed orgasm while Mrs. Robinson flopped helplessly beneath my assault. Her meek acceptance threw me over the edge again.

This time, when I pulled out, I spoke gruffly, "Gary wants it like that all the time."

"I know," she acknowledged with total acceptance.
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Our relationship changed after that. Gone was the tentative Allen seeking reward for ever more adventurous excursions outdoors. I became more confident, even when Mr. Robinson was around. Going outside, anywhere, no longer bothered me. Whenever Mr. Robinson was gone, I fucked Mrs. Robinson. In the pussy, in the ass, whatever was my pleasure that day.

Truth be told, I preferred being in her pussy and even liked face-to-face better than from behind, which had been my preference before, probably because it was less like ass-fucking. I loved holding her behind the knees and shoving her legs way back, keeping her immobile, waiting for my pleasure. I learned to work her over leisurely like that, then pounding on her furiously, backing off to go slow for awhile, teasing her, then getting it on again. We loved fucking each other.

Mrs. Robinson started calling me Gary all the time which, at first, really freaked me out. We were having dinner, and Mr. Robinson was in the middle of passing me a bowl of potatoes when Mrs. Robinson said, "I'll have that after you, Gary."

Mr. Robinson froze, the bowl hovering in mid-air just out of my reach from my out-stretched hand. He looked at her but she seemed oblivious, as if nothing had happened. I stared at him, my eyes wide with growing fright. The bowl was suddenly in my hands.

"Pass those to your mother when you're done, Gary," he said, then busied himself cutting his meat.

After that Mrs. Robinson called me Gary with increasing frequency but similar reaction. Mr. Robinson started referring to me as Gary when he spoke to his wife and even called me that directly a few times.

I celebrated by taking Mrs. Robinson for a quickie from behind several times when Mr. Robinson was in the house. The first time, I caught her by surprise, passing by her in the upstairs hallway. Suddenly, I caught her by the shoulders and turned her into the wall. By the time she protested, I had yanked her skirt up and was already feeding my unlimbered cock between her legs, skidding her panties aside. It was a quick, huffing and puffing affair. The next time, she was ready. When I cornered her in the hallway, she turned to the wall and lifted her skirt. She wasn't wearing panties.

That's when I started down another path, one which, thankfully, didn't last too long. However, it went too far and I've always felt bad about it.

Watching internet porn for ideas, I got an urge to come in Mrs. Robinson's face. By this time, she was in the habit of giving me a blowjob on days when she and I couldn't get some time by ourselves for a nice fuck. It was always a neat affair, even when we were rushed. Mrs. Robinson always knew when I was about to unload and always seemed able to take it all, never spilling a drop.

But on this one day, Mrs. Robinson was down on her knees, taking me deep. I had pushed her forehead back and was feeding it into her mouth, slowly, trying to get in as far as I could. I had been doing this the last few times and really got off on making her gag a bit because it made her mouth fill with oozy saliva. Don't ask me why that made me so horny, I don't have the answer, but it did.

Well, I had plunged my cock into her really deep and she almost coughed it out, sputtering spit all over. When I pulled my cock away, a long, sticky string of gooey saliva stretched across the gulf separating her chin and my cock. For some reason, this looked incredibly erotic to me and I let go, surprising myself and Mrs. Robinson.

My spunk splashed across her face, covering her chin and nose, then again, spurting across her right cheek and eye, even reaching to her hair. Mrs. Robinson flinched and tried to pull away but my fingers tightened in her hair, holding her still, while I stretched up on my toes and pointed my cock down, releasing the rest of my load in several more youthful bursts until her face was covered.​