Incest/Taboo I Forgot My Keys

In the previous chapter: Dad was sickly. He could hardly walk and could not satisfy Mom sexually. I attended in college and one day, when I came home, I incidentally saw my mother masturbating. It was a shock to me. But noticing how beautiful her body was, I became obsessed with her. I found later she was dreaming about me, too. We became lovers. I thought our affair was a secret but after Dad's death, found out from Mom, that he knew and even encouraged Mom to go for it.

In the weeks that followed Dad's demise, Mom was still shaken by her husband's death, and on occasion, I caught her crying when she remembered some of their happy times. However, these episodes diminished over time.

Mom and I began sleeping in her bedroom. Her long sexual drought affected her behavior, and in the first few days, she seemed insatiable. I, of course, did not complain. After all, as a hormone-saturated young guy, her voluptuous body was on my mind most of the time.

Initially, our encounters were mostly missionary or oral. I thought these were more appropriate since she was my mother. However, after 2 weeks, she suggested changing positions and styles. By then, I began to look at her more like a lover than a mother. She stopped being Mom and became Gail. When I told her that, she grinned, "Sounds good to me. Call me Gail from now on. It will make me feel younger, and if we go out, a hug and a kiss between 2 lovers, even if there is a big difference in age, won't create a stir as much as you addressing me as Mom."

I smirked, "Gail, may I fuck you, please?"

"Sure, honey. Since our last wonderful play this morning, the itch in my cunt already returned... Any particular request this time?"

"I want us to start traveling abroad. I was thinking about Argentina. Over there, we can see several attractions while riding horses. So I thought you need to learn how to ride. Your first lesson will be riding me using a cowgirl position."

Mom giggled, "Such a long speech just to ask me to ride you? When we were younger, I did it a couple of times before with Dad. I think I can still enjoy it."

She approached me, stood on her toes, and kissed me with her hand fondling my rapidly stiffening pecker. She unzipped my fly, sucked on it for 30 seconds to ensure it was at full mast, and let me go. We undressed, watching each other unabashedly.

I lay supine on the bed and let her straddle me, carefully crouching on my tumescent organ. Once my cock was all the way inside her, she sighed, "Oh, honey, this is the best position. I can feel your monster all the way to my throat."

She began riding me slowly, trying to find the best rhythm to excite her G spot. I was happy to let her do the work for a change and watch her gorgeous tits bounce wildly before my eyes.

After a couple of minutes, she increased her pace while alternating her up-and-down movements with back-and-forth. I cupped her breasts, feeling their weights, and began kneading them. She moaned. Her torso extended up, and her head moved back. I bent my knees behind her, and she leaned on them, letting her pelvis do the majority of the work. I heard her breathing become heavier and started countering her motion. Her body tensed over me, and it was obvious her climax was pending. I pinched her nipple with the fingers of my right hand and tweaked her ultrasensitive clitoris with the other.

Gail started crying, and her body shivered. I held her tight to prevent her from falling, before lowering her body onto the mattress with my cock still buried in her pussy, and switching to a missionary one. Now that I was in full control, I pounded her cunt senseless. Her cry turned to a whimper as her body was ravaged mercilessly. I loved watching her grimace and swaying tits and continued pounding her helpless, beautiful body. My arousal was closing fast on the point of no return. With a loud roar, I flooded her with my seed.

We rested for 20 minutes. Then I felt her hands hugging me, "Lover, where were you for so long?"

"Gail, you never gave me a clue you were interested."

"When Dad was alive, I felt guilty to even think about incest with my son. When I noticed your interest, I still wasn't sure I'd go for it, but I gave you some clues: A couple of times I walked before you to the bathroom wearing only a bra and panties. Once, when I dressed, I even left the door ajar, but you didn't notice. I admit, these clues were subtle, but again, my brain told me what I wanted was a huge mistake."

I kissed her lips, "I love you, Gail, and I want us to live happily ever after."

She smiled, "At least in the near future..."

"Honey, your birthday is coming. What present would you like?"

"I want us to go somewhere nice together. To a place I dreamed about, with you being nice and listen to me."

She smirked, "I thought I could buy you something, and that would be it. Your proposition is too risky. Who knows, you may even choose to have sex with me..."

"Gail, doing such a terrible thing never crossed my mind!"

She laughed, "I am sure. So what is your dream place?"

"My ultimate dreams are places abroad, but I was thinking to start by going to San Francisco."

"That's easy. I'll take Friday and Monday off, so with the weekend, we'll have 4 days. Of course, we have to consider losing half a day for each flight, so 3 days to enjoy there."

"Mom, sorry, Gail, let's plan it for 10 days from now."

She kissed me softly, and her eyes brightened, "Honey, you are so cute when you take charge. Are you addressing me as Gail because you feel you are the man of the house, or it's easier to call me by my name than thinking you are a motherfucker?"

I hugged her, "Actually, having sex with my mother excites me. But I think that now we are on equal terms, so calling you by your name is more appropriate. In any case, when we are in public, kissing your lips and calling you Mom will not be looked at nicely by others. If they see the age difference between us, I'd rather they think you are a cougar, or I am your gigolo."

"Excellent idea. And about our trip; I'll notify my place of work, and you take care of the flights and hotel."

The direct flight to San Francisco airport was without delays. We used an Uber, and the drive gave us a nice view of the bay. Within 30 minutes, we reached the hotel. I chose this one because it was located near the famous Fisherman's Wharf.

We arrived early. After arranging our stuff in the drawers, we looked down from our 3rd floor balcony. We could see the water. It was a fantastic view from up there. We went down to stroll on the wharf. Many people, mostly tourists, were walking around like us. We watched the many sea lions sun tanning on the rocks and ate lunch at the Crab House on Pier 39. We got lucky to sit by the window facing the marina. Gail ordered crab fried rice and I took crab enchiladas. We added a chardonnay. The seafood was delicious. With our stomachs full, we continued strolling, and enjoyed the beautiful day. Mom checked several hats and looked funny in them. I shot pictures of her with some of the hats. She laughed. Seeing her so unstressed and cheerful was awesome. After 2 hours of walking, it was time to go back to the hotel.

We checked the game room. The ping pong table was free. I suggested we play a game.

Mom chuckled, "Last time I played it was in high school. Back then, I was good."

"So it was 10 years ago."

"I wish. Let's try."

We took the paddles and began hitting the small ball. Mom struggled initially but improved after 10 minutes. I suggested 2 games until 11. She agreed, claiming she'd win at least one of the games. I offered her a 5-0 in her favor. She declined.

I missed the first 5 serves, and Mom smiled, "Jerk, you did it on purpose..."

I won the first game 11-8. Mom claimed it was unfair because I was younger. I agreed, and in the second game, I played with my left hand. After 20 minutes, it was 7-7. Mom's face was flushed. I decided to let her win, and 10 minutes later, it was 11-9 in her favor.

I pretended to be upset I lost the game, and Mom grinned, "A sore loser. I won, so I choose what we do later."

"Any idea what you wish?"

"Yes, honey. I want us to go on the Golden Gate Bridge and Bay Sunset Cruise."

"Gail, it's a romantic cruise. Seeing your fantastic figure during sunset may raise more than just my blood pressure..."

She sighed, "If it happens, I'll have to suffer the consequences, won't I?"

"Yes, dear."

The sunset cruise was terrific. San Francisco is a beautiful city by day, and watching it at sunset from the sea was even better. The Transamerica Pyramid is probably the most recognizable building, but everything looked amazing: Salesforce Tower, Coit Tower, etc. The weather was perfect, and the atmosphere very romantic. We watched the sights while having a glass of Champagne.

I sat by Gail and kissed her, "Darling, to be in the prettiest city in America with the prettiest girl in the world is a real privilege."

She whispered in my ear, "Honey, it is so romantic that my itch started again..."

I giggled, "Are you suggesting we have sex on the boat?"

She grinned, "If I was 20 years old, I'd say yes. But not at my age. I am too old to do it in a bathroom. I'll wait until we are back in our room."

The cruise lasted 90 minutes, and then we hurried back to the hotel.

Mom went to the bathroom and appeared naked 10 minutes later. She smiled at me, "Where do you want me?"

Gail was radiant and, in the dim light, looked better than ever. I pulled up my camera and instructed her to move to the balcony.

She smiled, "Playing with fire? What if somebody looks up at us?"

"See the grayish things on the ledge? They hide almost everything."

"Not exactly. They cover only my lower parts. My chest is totally exposed."

"Nobody is watching us now. Stand by the ledge for a couple of seconds, and I'll be finished soon."

"OK, but hurry."

I shot a few pictures of her against a breathtaking background. Nobody from below paid any attention to us, and Mom felt better.

She leaned on the ledge seductively and asked in a raspy voice, "Anything else you want me to do for you?"

"Yes. Face me, close your eyes, and lean back on the ledge. I'll stand on a chair and take your picture from above. This will be a great photo of your pretty face, your heavenly tits pointing up, and the neat garden below."

She chortled, "You are so naughty. I wonder why I listen to you."

"Because you love me, you are curious to see your pictures, and you are horny."

"Touché!"

As I stood on the chair, I noticed a guy staring at us from the third floor of the building facing us. He could clearly see Mom's face and tits. For some reason, rather than telling her to move or cover up, the voyeur excited me. I took my time and photographed her in that pose and others by the ledge. One time, between poses, I raised my hand for 'hi' to him. He did the same and stayed in his window to watch the whole session.

I continued taking pictures on the balcony for about half an hour before calling it quits.

When we entered the room, Mom was smiling broadly.

I asked, "What's so funny?"

"Watching my voyeur standing by the window and ogling me. In the beginning, I wasn't sure what to do, but then I thought: what the hell, he doesn't know us and stays in another building; why should I care? To tell you the truth, it made me even hornier. What are you going to do about it?"

"If you were a regular girlfriend, I'd say that I intended to fuck you until you begged for mercy, but since you are my mother, I'd recommend considering going to bed for a calm sex."

She laughed so hard, she almost choked, "Honey, in that case, I prefer to be a regular girlfriend."

I broke the Guinness world record for fast undressing, and we both jumped onto our bed.

We began in a 69 position. Her full lips engulfed my cock, and she started milking it in earnest. At the same time, my tongue lapped on her drenched labia, and my lips sucked her cunt hard. Gail was too aroused, and seconds later, her body tensed and began shaking. I inserted 2 fingers into her soaked pussy and rubbed the front wall as my tongue pressed her clitty. Her body jolted, and she started crying. I continued for another 5 minutes.

Subsequently, I changed position. I moved between her legs, lifted one leg up, and turned her on her side. Then I shoved my erect tool deep inside her vagina and began drilling fast and hard. Gail's cry became too loud. I inserted my thumb in her mouth, and instinctively, she sucked on it. I continued pounding her body as hard as I could for 10 minutes and came with a grunt.

After I was done, I moved on my back and tried to catch some air. I was satisfied but tired. Mom's head appeared before my face 15 minutes later. She kissed me and murmured, "Did I mention I love you? You are the best man I ever had - Handsome, virile, and...naughty. You combine everything a woman craves: Attractiveness, occasionally a bad boy, and great in bed. Thank you for being you. It's time to go to sleep but don't be surprised if I Ra*e you in the morning..."​