Incest/Taboo Gary's Mom

Unhurriedly, I holstered my cock, looking down upon Mrs. Robinson and enjoying the look of her subjugated before me. She didn't move, she didn't even try to wipe it away, instead sitting quietly in front of me as if to enhance my pleasure. I looked up and out the window to where Mr. Robinson was conversing with Mr. Jacobs from across the street, as he'd been doing when Mrs. Robinson first went down on her knees and took me into her mouth. I turned away and went to my room.

After that, I came in Mrs. Robinson's face every time she blew me. I became obsessed with it, pulling out of her widespread legs and scrambling over her torso to unload in her face. She never complained. She always took it though I was sure she didn't really like it. All that did was make me want to do it even more. Why? I didn't think about it much, but when I did I had no answer and quickly put it out of my mind. Usually the thought of my disgusting behavior just made me want to do it again and I would seek her out.

It got so bad that one Saturday morning, when Mr. Robinson was having his morning shower before leaving to meet his golfing buddies, I crept carefully onto Mrs. Robinson's bed, so as not to wake her, my throbbing cock in hand, well worked over and ready to go, and released a full load into her sleeping face.

She yanked her head back, eyes sputtering open as she woke up, realizing what had happened and groaning, flopping down on the bed. I clambered closer to her and squirted the rest of my spend on her messy face, wringing my cock to squeeze out the last drop, before climbing off the bed and making my escape.

I waited until the Mr. Robinson left the house but then immediately returned to the scene of the crime. Mrs. Robinson was lying under the covers, completely covered, head and all. I pulled the covers off. She was lying on her side, a pillow over her head, and her legs tucked up so her knees were touching her chin. I got up behind her and gently pulled the pillow off. There she was, in all her glory, still covered in my cum. She had simply covered herself while her husband dressed, and laid there with my cum all over her face!

I started breathing so fast I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I was actually grunting as I pushed her right knee off her left and onto the bed, yanked her nightgown up her back and shoved my cock into her cunt. Lurching and lunging, I brought myself to the quickest orgasm I had ever experienced, fucking her as hard as I could. She looked so fucking hot!
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So what brought my demeaning behavior to an end, you ask? It was a simple trip to the bedroom, later that same day.

I had flopped onto the bed after unloading inside Mrs. Robinson. She had got up and showered and dressed, then left, saying she was going to make me breakfast. I got up to follow some ten or fifteen minutes later, anguishing over how aggressive I had become, but something made me turn left instead of right when I exited Mrs. Robinson's bedroom.

I walked down the hall to Gary's old room where we had often played together as kids. I opened the door, slipped inside, and closed it behind me. This place was sacrosanct.

I was in there for at least half an hour but Mrs. Robinson didn't call out to rouse me for breakfast. I heard her come up the stairs and go into her room, heard her come out, pause, come toward her son's room, then her footsteps retreated and she went back downstairs. Not long after that, I went down for breakfast. She didn't say anything, didn't ask me why I was in Gary's room. All she did was greet me with her typical cheer.

"Good morning, Gary. What should we do today until Mr. Robinson gets back?"

"I don't know. What do you think Dad will want to do?"

That didn't surprise Mrs. Robinson. I had been calling Mr. Robinson that for a few days. It had just slipped out and had caused even less of a reaction than Mrs. Robinson calling me Gary so I kept doing it. After all, saying Mr. Robinson all the time was awkward. I called them Mom and Dad now. It seemed like the right thing to do.

I never came in Mrs. Robinson's face again. Or, should I say Mom's? I learned how to make love to her properly and I'm still doing it, almost every day. On Sundays, Dad and I go out on the boat.

So here's the thing. In that room, I looked at Gary's things but it was the pictures that interested me the most. Not his graduation picture, the one of him by himself. No, it was the ones with his parents that got to me. There were lots, from the time Gary was a little kid. I was so shocked, it took me a while to digest them. Why were they shocking, you might ask?

The face in the pictures was me.
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The next story in the trilogy is "Voodoo Moms". The final entry is "Gary, My Son.​