Incest/Taboo It Started in an Elevator

I was inside the room, standing to one side of the pocket door, when I heard Mom come downstairs. She came right up to the doorway and peeked into the room but didn't make eye contact with me. Then she turned and went back upstairs without saying a word.
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Mom was quite distant for several days after that. I wasn't certain why but figured it had to have something to do with the room so I kept my distance. It was five days, in fact, before she stopped to arrange a new bunch of flowers on the dining room table. I was sitting in the living room, watching TV with Dad, came downstairs and went into the dinning room. I got up to join her, walking around the far side of the table, and approached from her left side so I could look past her into the living room where Dad's feet were projecting onto the stool in front of his chair.

I stood quietly behind Mom while she continued to needlessly rearrange the flowers. I lifted my arm and held my finger above her shoulder. The air seemed dry and I half expected an arc of static electricity to leap between my finger and Mom's skin. Actually, it seemed as if I was already touching her though I could plainly see that my fingertip was an inch above her shoulder. My fingertip lowered, closing the distance, and was about to touch the base of Mom's neck on the right side when she spoke.

"Nita's coming."

Her words jarred my finger into a halt, hovering above her neck.

"When?"

"Tomorrow night."

Mom stopped arranging the flowers.

"Is that a problem?" she asked.

I dropped my finger onto her neck.

"No," I answered.

"You seem surprised."

"I guess I am."

My finger moved an inch up the side of Mom's neck.

"Why?"

"Because Dad will be home."

"Is that a problem?"

My finger traced a line to the outer edge of Mom's shoulder and stopped. I realized at that moment that the dress was the same dark brown dress she had worn that night in the hospital, the night I had taken Nita in the elevator. I pushed the dress over the edge of Mom's shoulder onto her upper arm.

"No," I said, as Mom sucked in her breath. "I just thought you'd prefer she visit when he wasn't here."

I traced back along Mom's shoulder a couple of inches and then let my finger dip into the hollow above Mom's clavicle.

"Why would you think that?"

"Because he might think she came to see him."

Mom laughed and I moved my hand up to cup the side of her neck with all my fingers.

"What's so funny?"

"You know your father too well. "Don't worry, it's his poker night tomorrow."

I leaned closer to Mom and smelled her hair. I couldn't believe she was doing this for me. She had been so angry about that night and now she was making it possible for me to see Nita again. Would she let me take her down to my fake 'elevator'? At this moment it seemed likely. I kissed the back of her head through her hair. In doing so, I brushed against the back of her left thigh and buttock and was surprised to realize that I had an erection. Flustered, I backed away, my fingers catching the dress and pulling it back on top of her shoulder.

"I…uh, thanks, Mom."

"Thanks?"

"I mean, for letting me know."

Mom started arranging the flowers again.

"You're welcome," she said.

My gaze dropped over Mom's body and settled on her backside where I had brushed against her, then along her legs and back to her ass. It struck me as odd that it was a very nice, womanly backside, not a motherly behind but not a girl's either.

I tried to rationalize my erection, telling myself it was because of Nita but I knew I hadn't really been thinking about her. I had been concentrating on Mom's neck, the warmth and softness of her skin, and the fragrance of her hair. I stepped awkwardly past her to return to the living room but changed my mind and turned up the stairs.

"Goodnight," I muttered at the last minute as I topped the stairs.

In bed, I consciously kept my hands away from my cock and refused to acknowledge why. It was a long time before I fell asleep.
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"Where's Mom?"

I was late getting home. Elaine had insisted on having a talk about our relationship, or lack thereof. Things weren't going well on that front but, sex-wise, it wasn't much of a loss. Two months ago I couldn't have imagined thinking that, being desperate for whatever I could get, but that night with Nita had changed things. I needed more now. Getting off wasn't enough. I needed excitement, lots of it, and that feeling of power bursting through my loins.

Dad was putting his coat on. "I don't know," he answered.

"Is she home?"

"She was, but I haven't seen her for a while."

"Was she with anybody?"

"No, I don't think so. I heard her talking to someone but I think it was on the phone."

"Oh. Are you sure?"

"What's the matter?"

"Uh, nothing. I was just wondering if she had made dinner. I'm starving."

"Then you shouldn't be late."

"Elaine wanted to talk."

"Ah, I see." Dad smiled broadly. I grimaced and he laughed. "Well, I have to go make a buck or two," he said.

Dad left and I was left alone. I wandered around the house but couldn't find Mom. Shit. Had she decided to meet Nita somewhere else? I thought her car had been in the driveway. I looked out the window and confirmed that it was there. Where the hell was she? Had they gone somewhere in Nita's car? Did Nita have a car? She definitely said Nita was coming tonight.

That was it. Mom hadn't said Nita was coming to see me. She had even asked why I had thanked her. I felt suddenly deflated, in more ways than one. I flopped down on the couch and turned on the TV. I was hungry but too depressed to find myself something to eat. I washed the TV mindlessly for a few minutes.

Wait a minute, I thought, grasping at straws.

Maybe Nita had come while Dad was upstairs and she had taken her downstairs until he left, or just to show her my 'room'. Okay, then why hadn't she come back upstairs now that Dad was gone? Maybe she hadn't heard him leave, or maybe she was waiting down there with Nita.

Waiting down there with Nita?

Fuck me. Was Mom into watching, or listening? I was sure she had heard me that night in the elevator but it never occurred to me that she got off on it. Was that why she was so mad?

Fuck. I've been blind. My straight-laced mother had heard me fuck the brains out of that hot body and she got off on it. Yeah! I mean, look at the way she responded when Ramone had checked her out. Remember how she looked at his junk? Fucking right. Mom was into it. She probably had taken Nita downstairs to the elevator room and was waiting nearby to listen. I remembered the way they had talked at the mall, as if they were conspirators.

I leapt to my feet, and groaned. Shit, I had grown really hard just thinking about it. Walking half bent with my hand pushed down the front of my pants to straighten myself out, I made my way through the kitchen to the basement stairs. It was dark. I turned the light on and stepped cautiously down the stairs, looking about for Mom or Nita. The door to the rumpus room was open and the one to my special room showed a three inch gap. Someone was in there or had been. I always left it closed.

I used the switch at the base of the stairs to turn the light off. I didn't want to ruin things when I slid the pocket door open by flooding the room with light. It had been pitch black in the elevator and I wanted everything to be the same in my improvised environment.

I walked carefully toward the 'elevator', feeling my way. I stopped when I felt the door, put my ear to the gap, and listened. I thought I could hear someone inside breathing, very quietly, but I definitely detected the scent of perfume, the same perfume I had smelled that fateful night.

Fucking 'A', Mom, you are my goddess.

I looked toward where the open door of the rumpus room should be and listened for any sound coming from that direction. I heard nothing but was sure Mom was in there. It would be the best place to be. She could easily get to the pocket door once things got started. That would be the best place to listen because it wasn't insulated. Okay Mom, this will work for both of us and it will be our little secret, kept even from each other.

I peeled my shirt off and tossed it to the side, kicked my runners off and peeled my socks off, then dropped my shorts and stepped out of them. I started to pull the door open but stopped and shoved my undies off. Stark naked, I slid the door open as quietly as I could and stepped inside, then closed it behind me.

Shut in, just like before. I looked to my left where the panel should be. The little green and red pin lights cast a glow but only for a few inches. Other than that it was pitch black but the lights contributed to the illusion of being in an elevator.

Would she be lying on the right side of the door, like before? I started toward the center of the room, seeking her foot by sweeping mine in an arc, and caught something right away. I picked it up. A cloth? No, a dress. I grinned. Shit, man. She was waiting for me in the nude, or maybe with just her panties on. She was as eager a me and had taken her fuck-me dress off as soon as she got in the door. Barely able to contain the smirk on my face, I followed my cock forward. This was going to be fan-fucking-tastic!

I swept my right foot slowly in a wide arc, searching for Nita the way I had first stumbled upon her in the elevator. I was surprised to find her feet right in front of me in the middle of the room. I stooped down and lowered myself until my knees were on either side of her feet. With the flesh of her calves pressing against the inside of my knees, I slowly ran my fingers up the back of her legs.

She was kneeling, I realized, when my hands took a ninety degree change in direction, straight up. The soft sponginess of the back of her thighs was exhilarating, as was the sharp intake of her breath. I encountered the hem of a thin, silky skirt. That was strange. She still had her fuck-me dress on! It must have been a wrap or something that I'd found on the floor. That was okay, maybe even better. I liked the idea of pushing her dress up over her hips to bare her ass, even if I couldn't see. I pictured it in my mind and slid my hands higher, under the dress, carrying it upward with my hands.

I reached her ass far too soon. Not that I was disappointed—don't get me wrong—but the feel of her thighs was so wonderful. I turned my hands and cupped her buttocks, soft and yielding yet pleasingly firm as well, like two over-ripe pears heavy and bursting with juice. I twisted my palms around each side, massaging and lifting, then separating, knowing it would part the hair on her pussy. I imagined the pink slit suddenly appearing, moist and slick, beckoning.

But not yet, not just yet. I wanted to play. I slid my hands to the outside and moved them up until the flimsy dress was pushed over Nita's hips and inward to her waist. I leaned forward until my nose grazed her hair and expelled hot breath between her shoulder blades. My cock strained forward eager for contact but I held my hips back. If it touched her, I wouldn't be able to keep from ramming it inside her and then I would lose control.

I pressed my mouth against her back and kissed it. She leaned forward from the pressure and I grabbed her arms at the elbows to prevent her unintentional escape. Holding her in place, I kissed my way to the top of her spine and then back down until I reached the small of her back. Despite holding her elbows, Nita had hunched forward, forcing me to lean over her, and the tip of my cock poked between her thighs.

I groaned.

Straightening, I pulled Nita upright, grabbed a handful of hair to keep her in place and slipped the other under the dress and moved up to grab a handful of tit. I caught the right one and squeezed, mashing it between my fingers and pinching an already hard nipple. I wasn't gentle. She moaned and my breath caught in my throat. What a fucking incredible sound!

I dropped my mouth onto her shoulder and it filled with hair. I pulled my face away and used my chin to push the hair away, then latched onto her shoulder and bit gently into the muscle which lifted and cradled my face when she reacted. I relaxed my jaw to release her shoulder and quickly twisted my head to capture her whole ear in my mouth, then filled it with my tongue. I had done this once with Elaine but she hated it and and scrambled away in disgust. Nita responded with a joyous moan.

Ear in mouth and tit in hand, I pushed my hips forward, lodged my cock between her cheeks, and ground it against her ass. I sucked on her ear, then let it go, released her hair and tit, and pushed her shoulders roughly forward. Grabbing the flesh of her hip with my right hand, I pushed her back with the left until her shoulders hit the floor, then slid my right down to grasp my cock, rubbed it against her wet, hairy lips, and pushed the head into her cunt.

Oh, my fucking God, she was so steamy and slick. I didn't have to work through a dry pussy like I often had to do with Elaine. Nita was more than ready for me. I pushed in, loving every inch of penetration until my hips banged against her ass. I grabbed her hips and started fucking.

It wasn't a gentle fuck. I was too worked up and needed release from two months of pent-up anticipation, two months of sperm load. I railed against her behind, leaned forward to grab her shoulder to keep her from bouncing off and when that wasn't sufficient, grabbed a handful of hair. That felt awesome and I banged her so hard she slid across the linoleum floor.

I could have thrust with less vigor but the thought of fucking her across the elevator floor drove me wild. I slammed my hips against her ass even harder, thrilled by the slapping sound that might be getting Mom off as she listened nearby.

This is for you, Mom, I yelled to myself, lunging extra hard against Nita's ass and hammering her at least three inches in one thrust.

I reached down and grabbed Nita's right arm. Holding her hair with my left hand and her arm with my right, I turned her in a circle fuck as if I was doing dressage with a horse. Her face had to be skidding across the floor on its left side. I felt bad about being so harsh but it really turned me on and she wasn't protesting at all. In fact, she was moaning so loud I thought she was purposely egging me on.

Suddenly, we stopped moving forward and I realized I had fucked Nita into a corner. I let go of her hair and grabbed both hands, then pulled her up in front of me. Kneeling, with Nita pressed against the wall, I resumed banging her from behind. I let go of her arms and pushed my hands under her dress to grab her tits and pushed my head against hers, flatting her face against the wall.

It was the last hurrah now. I wheezed with every thrust and felt her breath expel loudly each time I slammed her ass against the wall. She sucked air in just as noisily before the next thrust. I rubbed my face against the side of hers and she wiggled hers back. When the release came, I slid her several inches up the wall, keeping her impaled on my cock as it squirted her cunt full of my juice. I had saved up so much for her it too a while to deliver it.

I slumped back on my haunches and Nita followed, her slick, steamy, frothy cunt clutching my rod, and her ass still working it as her orgasm continued to churn. It died down slowly and I did my best to keep my cock stiff enough to fill her yearning pussy. Finally, she was still.

I pulled away from the wall, holding her waist to keep her inside, but when we turned onto our sides on the floor, she slipped off my cock and out of my grasp. Immediately, she tried to crawl away but I caught her foot just as she was about to get completely away.

Not this soon. I want more. I just need a moment's rest.

She kept trying to get away so I twisted her legs and forced her onto her back, then threw myself between her legs. Her knees lifted and twisted frantically but stopped when I tossed my head forward and buried my face in her pungent puss. I stuck my tongue into the mushy mess as deep as I could, wiggled it about, shaking my head to exascerbate each twitch, then started lapping.

Nita's legs relaxed and her pelvis thrust up as her feet found the floor. Hands grasped the back of my head and soon her thighs were squeezing the sides. I lapped and flailed my tongue about continuously. I didn't really know what to do—Elaine thought it was gross that I wanted to eat her pussy—but Nita's response encouraged me to keep it up. My head was wrenched from side to side as Nita twisted her hips back and forth, her hands keeping my face mashed against her pussy.

It was hard to breathe and I barely got enough air, wheezing in through my nose whenever I got a chance. Her hips bucked against my mouth and I got a taste of what it must feel like to get fucked in the face like in my favorite porn videos. I could only imagine what this rough treatment was like with a mouth full of cock. It was too rough to be enjoyable, except for the feeling that I was driving this sexy woman wild. That, I liked!

She was beside herself now. Thrusting, twisting and bucking in wild abandon, completely out of control, moaning and groaning and gasping for air. Mom was getting more than an ear full. I hoped this was what she wanted.

Suddenly, Nita's whole body contracted and her cunt literally vibrated all over my face. Her hands simultaneously both pulled my face in tight and also tried to yank it away. The orgasm began to abate but her thighs still quivered on the sides of my face, relaxed, then shook again, and again, and again. Man, I wish I could have an orgasm like that. I was supremely jealous in that moment. It would be almost enough to suffer through childbirth to be able to come like that. Poor Elaine. Her orgasms weren't even a faint echo of Nita's.

Nita suddenly slumped, limp upon the floor. I got up onto all fours and grasped her legs behind the knees, intent on bending them back to her shoulders for a nice squatting fuck like I'd done before. But when I got onto my feet, her rubbery legs slipped away and I ended up straddling her stomach just below her tits. Nita reached out to my hips and tried to push me away but moved her hands onto my reawakening cock. She sighed and closed her fingers around it. Reluctantly, she started to pump it, resigined to the fact that I needed to get off again.

By the time Nita had regained her breath I was as hard as ever. She jacked me off with more interest now, pulling a hand away and returning it to my cock after I heard her spitting in the darkness. Fuck, this woman was so fucking awesome! Each time she did that my cock lurched as soon as her slick hand found it again.

She got me to the point where I wanted more than her hands. I tried to pull back so I could get my cock into her cunt again but she gripped me tight and pulled me forward instead. I crawled ahead to avoid being de-rooted. Nita levered my cock downward painfully and I hunched over her to lessen the pain. What the fuck was she doing?

Oh, glorious sweet answer. My cock slipped through her beautiful, puffy lips and was enveloped in her warm, wet mouth!

I gasped loudly and tried to get more of it inside but her hands kept me at bay. Slowly, she let me get more and more in. Soon, I was pushing my shaft through her curled fingers and into her mouth. Her hands were still except to guide me as fucked her face. Oh God, I wished it was light in here. I would love to see my cock disappearing into her face, to see her cheeks filling, to see her gorgeous eyes each time I plugged her mouth full of my cock.

I put a hand behind Nita's head to keep it in place. Soon, I was pulling it up to meet my thrusts but when she squeezed my thigh in warning, I backed off. After several more warnings, I settled into a regular motion acceptable to us both. Knowing her hands had fallen away made my cock surge. The squelch of my cock dipping into her mouth was too much to bear and I began emptying myself into her mouth, filling it to the brim. Hearing her swallow caused another eruption and I filled it again until she swallowed a second time. Her hands were back, holding my cock while she lifted her head to lick the sides, put it back into her mouth to suck and then out to clean it again and then back for the last visit to sweet, slick heaven.​