Incest/Taboo I Forgot My Keys

When I was in elementary school, my life was good. I was doing well in class and had many friends. Dad, Edward, was a manager at a Walmart store, and Mom, Gail, was a part time dental hygienist at a dentist's office, 2 blocks from our house, so we had a good source of income to live comfortable life and even save some.

Everything changed when I turned 16. Dad got sick and was diagnosed with diabetes, high blood pressure, and severe peripheral artery disease. While the first 2 diseases were manageable with medications, the vascular disease caused him a lot of grief: His ability to walk became limited. His doctor sent him to have imaging tests, and they found Leriche syndrome - An obstruction of the distal aorta that caused him severe pains during walking. He underwent surgery, which improved the way he moved, but according to a specialist, the years of diabetes and hypertension with the long time smoking damaged other arteries as well.

When I turned 17, Dad was partly disabled and worked less. I was in my senior year in high school and tried to help. Three afternoons a week, I worked as a lifeguard at the local YMCA swimming pool. I continued working part time there until the age of 18.5, when I started attending the state college.

The times of my classes were less organized than in high school, so rather than working on regular days, I covered for others whenever I had free time. I liked my job because I was sitting on a high chair, mostly doing nothing. It meant I had ample time to read school stuff before exams and enjoy programs on my cell phone.

The drawback was that frequently things were unpredictable. I became less organized and tended to forget stuff.

One afternoon, I notified Mom I would be staying after my class to work in the pool. However, due to a misunderstanding in our schedule, my friend stayed as guard, and I was allowed to leave. I ran half a mile home. When I arrived, I realized I forgot the house keys in my locker.

Knowing Mom was napping, I climbed the outside back stairs to the second floor. In order to reach my room, I had to cross Mom's window. As I tiptoed across her window, I looked inside and saw her naked on the bed, with one hand cupping her breast and the other between her legs. Her eyes were shut, and the radio played loud music, so she had no idea I was there.

I stopped in my tracks and watched. The whole scene looked surreal: Until that day, Mom was only a mother to me. A good mother, but no more. And now I saw her naked body performing an act I never thought I'd see. I was confused, lightheaded, and... aroused.

After watching her for 5 minutes, squeezing her boob with one hand and her other moving a vibrator in and out of her cunt, I quietly entered my room through my open window. I lay in bed with my head spinning.

I masturbated a lot; sometimes even 3 times a day, but I was at a-raging-hormones age and didn't have a partner. Mom was 41, and Dad, while not in good health, could still help her in that regard.

The more I replayed the view from the window, my brain turned to focus on Mom's body. In the past, I've seen her a couple of times without the robe, wearing only a bra and panties, walking from the bathroom to her bedroom, but didn't think much about it. However, while watching her perform the sexual act, I noticed how beautiful her body was. I saw her lying down, and her round tits sagged much less than I expected. Her soft abdomen was flat with no extra fat, her bush hair was trimmed nicely in a triangular shape, and her hips curved perfectly down to her legs.

The same evening, at 6 pm we ate dinner. Dad just arrived home and was tired. Mom looked as usual, except for her face, which was mildly flushed. Dinner was great. When we were done, I thanked Mom and kissed her forehead, smelling her scent. It was a mixture of floral soap and her body odor. I liked it a lot and wondered why I never paid attention to Mom's appearance. I followed girls on social media and had sex with one. Another girl came to me on my 18th birthday and offered herself to me with the hope I'd date her later. I thought about it but rejected the idea after hearing she suggested the same to others in my class.

In the days that followed, each time I was at home I gazed at Mom hoping to get a glimpse of her body again, but most of the time she wore a simple robe, which made it too difficult to see any details. I got frustrated. One day, when Mom was gone for an errand, I went through her drawers. She had simple cotton bras, all C-cups, and cotton, mostly high-waisted panties. I was surprised: Through the window, I couldn't see too many details, but her figure looked excellent for her age. Why not wear nicer clothes?

Mom seemed more edgy lately. On an afternoon, before Dad came home, I saw her with tears in her eyes. I couldn't tell if it was related to her work or personal issue. I was determined to intervene.

I approached her, "Mom, what is going on? Lately Dad shows up later from work, and you look tense. Now you even cry. Talk to me."

"Please, Neil, let's leave it. I'll feel better in a minute."

"No way. If this was a one time thing, I'd let it go, but I see a deterioration. I may not be able to help, but let me try."

"Honey, it's about Dad and me. He is sicker than you know. In order to hide his symptoms and other things, he stays longer hours at work, so when he enters home, he eats dinner and most of the time goes to sleep without talking to you and me."

"You mentioned symptoms. What does he feel?"

"He is very weak, frequently short of breath, and his legs hurt almost all the time."

"You mentioned 'other things.' What are they?"

She stared at me for a long moment and then blurted, "You are an adult now, so I can talk about it, but don't mention to Dad I discussed it with you."

"Mom, I love you. Of course, I won't mention it to him, but I wish to help."

"You know already about his severe arterial disease that affects his legs. But it's not the only issue. The same disease weakened his heart and blocked 2 arteries in his pelvis. When these 2 arteries are obstructed in a man, he could not get an erection. You were busy in school when Dad underwent a series of tests that verified the diagnosis. The doctor said Viagra might help, and initially, it did. However, for more than a year now, the drug effect has diminished, and Dad's health has deteriorated further, so we haven't had sex for more than a year. You have no idea how much strain it puts on our relationship..."

"Mom, I may not solve Dad's health problems, but I can help you. You need to get out more. Let me take you to the movies."

"You are a great kid, but our TV still works, and I can watch a movie on the screen at home."

"It's not the same. Except when you go to work, you sit at home all day long. I want you to get out of the house. If you don't wish to watch a movie, we can stroll in the park."

"OK. On Saturday, the weather channel predicted temperatures in the 70s and mostly sunny. Let's go to the nice park on the outskirts of the city. Unfortunately, Dad won't be able to join because of his legs."

I joked, "OK, Mom, so I'll have you all to myself. It will be a date."

Mom laughed. It was the first time in months I saw a genuine laugh, "Neil, let's go on a date."

"But I always insist my dates dress up appropriately!"

She smirked, "You don't like my robes?"

"To tell the truth, I hate them. They are blah. You have a good body; why don't you wear something nicer?"

"Honey, when I am at work, I have my work clothes, and here at home, nobody cares."

"I care! I want to be proud of my mother. So Saturday morning, you wear something nice, or I'll go to your room and choose for you what I like."

Mom grinned, "You care about me. That's nice. At least you..."

I didn't want to make her cry again, so I stayed silent.

Saturday morning was somewhat cool, but the temperatures were supposed to go into the 70s within 2 hours. Mom, Dad, and I ate breakfast. I told Dad that I was taking Mom for a walk in the park. He smiled, "Son, that will be nice. I cannot walk more than 100 yards before my Charlie horse pains start, so if you accompany her, I'd appreciate it."

Mom gazed at me, "Honey, I am going to dress up now. What would you have me wear so you are not embarrassed by me?"

I went to her closet and pulled a nice floral blouse and a summery skirt. I put them on the bed and stared at her.

She chuckled, "Neil, I haven't used these in years. And the temperatures are still in the 60s."

"In 2 hours, the temperature will be 70, and until then, you can have a sweater on top."

"OK, but if people start laughing at the way I look, you get no dinner today."

I giggled, "And what do I get if they admire the way you look and ogle your great figure?"

"Oh, shut up. Now, be a good boy, watch TV until I am ready."

She came out of her bedroom, and my eyes explored her. No, it couldn't be! Mom never looked so beautiful... In normal clothes, she looked so feminine and... attractive. Suddenly, the sight of her naked, masturbating on her bed, floated before me. I blushed.

Mom saw me blushing and grinned, "I assume you approve."

"You are absolutely gorgeous in these clothes. I'll make sure that from now on, you stop wearing the stupid robes and dress normally."

She laughed, "Honey, I love you, too."

The drive to the park was short. We began strolling along the shore, watching the blooming flowers and the Canadian geese with their goslings swim in line. Fifty yards into our walk, we saw a group of nature lover guys using their binoculars for birding. When we passed by them, at least 10 of them switched their eyes to ogle Mom.

I wasn't the only one who noticed it. Mom realized it as well and started walking faster.

I laughed, "I told you you look fantastic."

She mumbled, "They looked at me with hungry eyes..."

"No wonder. You look amazing."

"Do you really think so, or you are being nice?"

"I love you, and if your look had been below par, I'd never mention your looks. However, I would not lie. Your face is cute, and your figure is terrific."

She chortled, "Is that the way a son should talk about his mother?"

I stared into her eyes, "Mom, I love you more than you know."

She whispered, "I know, honey. I noticed..."

Next, Mom took my hand in hers, and we continued strolling like 2 lovers. We hardly talked. I guess neither one wanted to ruin the magic moment. After half an hour, we reached an unoccupied bench, and Mom wished to sit down.

She sat by me and leaned her head on my shoulder, "Neil, I am so happy here with you. I feel free and cheerful. You were right - I needed to get out of the house more often. But you know it wasn't realistic with Dad, and I would never do it alone."

She hugged me. I kissed her forehead. It was nice to sit, watch a perfect view, and relax with Mom! However, at one point, she hugged me tighter, and her tits crushed against my chest. Again, her naked body in bed flashed before my eyes, and my cock began to stir. I tried gently to disengage from her, but she doubled her strength.

I said, "Mom, your hug is not such a good idea."

She looked at me quizzingly, "Can't I hug my son? You just said you loved me..."

"Can't you guess the reason?..."

Her eyes inspected mine for a couple of seconds before lowering her gaze to my groin and noticing the bulge. Her arms never left me, and she murmured, "That's OK. I understand. Are you embarrassed because of the new tent in your pants, or you really feel uncomfortable with my body so close to yours?"

"I love to feel your body against mine, but I thought you'd be upset about my reaction."

"Honey, I'll never be upset with you. These days, you are my real man."

I whispered, "I wish I could be..."

Mom lifted her face and glanced at me. I returned her gaze. She continued looking into my eyes. I couldn't resist anymore. I leaned down and kissed her gently on her full lips.

She didn't resist but didn't kiss me either. Mom closed her eyes, and her breathing accelerated but her face was still tilted upward, and I kissed her again. She sighed and parted her lips slightly, allowing me to lick her upper lip.

Next, I French kissed her. My tongue penetrated her warm, accepting mouth, and our tongues intertwined together in the dance of love.

My hand caressed her hair, "If you only knew for how long I didn't just love you; I was in love with you."

She murmured, "Darling, I paid attention. I saw the way your eyes pierced my body each time my robe did not shield me. What YOU didn't know is that I felt the same way but was more subtle about showing it."

"Mom, I care about you, love you, and want to make love to you..."

"I know. I want it, too. It's been too long since I felt a man's body on mine. However, we need to think it through. Dad is a good man, and he does whatever he can, considering his failing body."

I kissed her softly again, "But if he cannot perform his manly duties, you'd continue suffering. Is it worth it?"

"No, it's not. For quite some time now, I've masturbated. It helped temporarily."

"Mom, one day I climbed on the outside stairs to reach my room and saw you... on your bed."

"It's embarrassing. But I bet you haven't heard me."

"Why?"

"Because I was imagining having sex with... you!"

I hugged her tightly, "Mom, I really want you."

Her eyes explored all around. Nobody was nearby. Her palm caressed gently my covered erect pecker, "We can't do anything here and now. If it makes you feel better, I am drenched down there, too. I'll see what I can do after Dad goes to sleep. Let's head home.

The whole drive, we did not speak. Both of us had too much on our mind. I was dizzy and happy, feeling my fantasy was about to be fulfilled.

The 3 of us ate dinner together. For some reason, Dad seemed happier than usual. I asked him about the reason, and he answered that he had fun at work. He finished eating, said he was tired, and went to sleep early.

I waited for Mom in my room. At 9:30, she knocked softly. "It's open, Mom, come on in."

She was wearing her usual robe, which I disliked so much. She saw the disapproval in my eyes and smiled, "Honey, I wanted you for too long. But think again; that is your chance to retract your wish because once we cross the line, there is no way back."

"The only thing I do not like about you is your stupid robe."

Her eyes glistened, "In that case, would you help me take it off?"

I approached her, loosened the belt, and the robe fell on the rug, revealing her naked body. Her eyes were focused on mine to see my reaction. She didn't have to wait long. I stood still, my eyes mesmerized by her breathtaking tits. The bulge in my pants grew at an alarming rate, threatening to tear off the zipper.

She whispered, "It's not fair I am naked and you are not."

I found my voice and mumbled, "I helped you undress. Will you help me?"

Mom grinned, "With pleasure."

She knelt in front of me and, with extreme caution, unzipped my fly. My free 7 incher thrust forward and up, fully exposed. Yes, before she entered my room, I removed my underwear.

She caressed it lovingly, "One evening, I saw you coming out of the bathroom in your briefs, and your penis was bouncing from side to side. This sight haunted me for days. It's nice to see it outside of its cage. It's just the right size. I like it already. May I kiss it?"

I didn't bother answering. Obviously, it was a rhetorical question.

I looked wide-eyed as Mom's luscious lips wrapped around the spongy head, milking it gently and then moving slowly to take more and more of it into her wet oral cavity.

When only an inch remained outside, her lips started moving in and out on it.

I was beside myself; I hadn't had sex in a long time, so being thoroughly sucked was an ideal present. And to see the one who was doing it was Mom, was the ultimate treat! I was closing fast on the point of no return and gently pushed her face away, "Mom, your mouth is too good for me. I was about to climax. I'd rather make love to you before anything else."

She grinned, "Honey, I was horny before entering your room. Sucking you aroused me further. I am soaked down there..."

I smirked, "In that case, I'll have to dry you with my tongue."

"Don't you dare! If your tongue touches me there, I'll cum immediately."

"OK, Mom. Let's go for a ride."

Subsequently, I crouched between her shapely thighs, rubbed my glans on her moist labia, and began my journey into her well-lubed pussy. She clearly did not have sex in a very long time because her cunt was very tight. Knowing my body came out through this canal, I was certain it would adjust to my girth and continued advancing forward.

The deeper her invader progressed, the louder her moans turned.

Her orgasm started when my pole reached her womb. Her eyes closed, her torso trembled, and she began stuttering verbiage, "I caaan't. Oh, GOD! Haaarder, pleease."

Until that point, I concentrated on penetrating her vagina and pounding it, but didn't touch her tits. Watching her twin beauties swaying wildly before me, I cupped both, and felt them for the first time. I kneaded them and tweaked the nipples as my climax was about to boil. At the last moment, I bent, sucked on her sweet, rubbery nipple, and erupted inside her pussy. I felt jet after jet hitting her cervix before slowing down and rolling off of her.

I watched her glorious breasts moving up and down to the rhythm of her respiration and noticed the calm expression on her face.

I felt so much love for this beautiful lady... I hugged her tightly and kissed her lips, "Lady, you are mine. I want you now and forever."

She kept her eyes shut and murmured, "Honey, I feel the same. I am so happy with you."

In the weeks that followed, I took Mom out to restaurants and movies several times. When Dad went to sleep, she often visited me, and we had satisfying sex.

Mom seemed to accept her new role as my lover. However, each time I talked to Dad, I felt guilty and was reluctant to talk more than a few sentences at a time. He, on the other hand, seemed more cheerful than before.

Then, one day, Dad suffered a massive heart attack. I visited him hours after it happened. He looked at me with a smile, "Son, I knew sooner or later this day would come. I don't think I'll live much longer, but it's OK. I suffered enough, and it's time to go. Please, take care of Mom. She deserves to be happy."

"Dad, don't be silly. You'll be out in a couple of days, and we'll celebrate your full recovery at home soon."

Dad dies the next day. Mom and I mourned him, and Mom kept repeating he was a good man who was unfortunate to suffer in his last years. In the first week after his passing, Mom cried a lot and I only hugged her. Friends and relatives came and brought all kinds of food.

It became quieter the following week.

As I was about to have sex with Mom the first time in OUR bedroom, I said, "Mom, the only good thing about Dad not being here anymore is my guilt trip is gone. No more doing something behind his back."

She had tears in her eyes, "Neil darling, Dad knew what we were doing from the first night. I loved him and couldn't cheat on him. He was the first one to be aware of the way we eyed each other and suggested I go for it. He cared for me until his last day. The first night we were together, he listened to us making love. However, he preferred to take a sleeping pill each time I visited you afterwards. He was a real gentleman..."​