Incest/Taboo It Started with a Slip of the Hand

I felt terrible but was hugely excited too. My cock had been tingling on the edge of exploding for what seemed forever and this just threw everything over the edge. I spurted again and again, coming more than ever, despite having already done so twice. I was gasping, wasted, when Mom pulled away, her face covered in my spunk.

"Sorry, sorry," I muttered.

She was in the bathroom, running the water. Boy, I bet she was pissed.

I looked away, when the water shut off, to avoid her anger. I could hear her coming back to the bed.

"Stan."

I kept facing away.

"Stan."

I turned to look at Mom. Her face was rosy, having just been buffed with the towel she held in her hand. She bounced onto the bed.

"Wow," she said. "Did you ever come." She brushed her hand over her face. "It wasn't as awful as I thought it would be. In those videos Gordie watches, it looks so disgusting."

"Wasn't it?"

"No, that's what makes it so strange. I mean, I guess because it was you and I wanted to make you feel really good."

Mom looked at me expectantly.

"Did it?"

"What?"

"Feel really good?"

"Yeah."

"Did you like it, or did you think it was disgusting?"

"No, it was awesome."

"Awesome?"

"Yeah, awesome."

"So you want me to let you do it again sometime?"

"Hell yeah!"

"Well then, you have to do, you know…"

I looked between Mom's legs. "Oh yeah. Sure."

"You don't find it disgusting?"

"No. I like doing it."

"Why?"

"Because you like it so much."

"Is that all?"

"No. It's because it makes you lose control and you make all these sexy sounds, not fake ones like in the pornos."

"So you do watch pornos on the web?"

I blushed. I was well caught.

"So, do you like it better when I lose control, or when you're in control?"

"Both," I answered truthfully.

"So do I," Mom said. "That's why I'm going to do it for you again."

"Me too,"

"We really should get dressed now."

"I know."

"I mean it," Mom laughed.

"I do too," I laughed back.

We got dressed in front of each other, then hugged and kissed. The kiss turned into another one and then another, each longer than the last. The GTO rumbled into the driveway and gurgled away with its three quarter race cam or we probably would have kissed our way to another fuck. Reluctantly, we pulled apart.

"We went driving to the same place in case someone asks," Mom said.

"Right."

That night I remembered what Mom had said to me, "Show me, like you should have done last Sunday." I couldn't believe I had missed that she had wanted me to fuck her.
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*****​

Gordie tried to get familiar with Mom on Sunday and got a slap and a "What the hell are you doing?" from Mom. That was it for him.

But Mom wasn't the type to hold a grudge. She offered to take Gordie's place on Tuesday and Thursday so he could join Dad in the garage with some fine-tuning of the GTO's dual carbs.

Maybe Mom had an alternative motive. On Tuesday, I couldn't do much because I was washing. Mom constantly flirted and teased with supposedly platonic kisses and more suggestive nudges. I was sure she was going to visit me later that night but she didn't, nor did she come Wednesday night.

On Thursday, Gordie was washing when Mom relieved him. He eagerly ran out of the house to get his hands on the GTO but I think, in fairness, he was also being a good brother because he knew I wanted to be alone with Mom. This time it was my turn to tease while Mom's hands were busy in the sink.

I pressed and nudged and squeezed and planted a few light but decidedly unplatonic kisses on Mom's neck. Eventually, I made a lot of noise putting a pot away to cover up the sound of unzipping my pants and took her completely by surprise when I pressed my bare cock against the back of her skirt. Somehow, she seemed to know it was unholstered.

"Stan, they're right outside."

"They'll be busy for a while."

Mom breasts were standing out especially proud and I could easily see that, despite her caution, she was very excited and had probably been aching for me to grab a handful of her tits. I now knew that she really liked the way I touched them—I mean, I almost worshipped them—why wouldn't she?

"But they could come in any time," Mom protested as my hands found the sides of her skirt and started pulling it up.

"So? We're dressed."

"I am, you're not."

"I can put it away."

"Not like that, you can't."

"You could douse it with cold water."

Mom laughed. "I just might do that."

"But not right away."

"No, not right away," she agreed.

"You shouldn't do that," she protested as I lifted her skirt above her ass.

"You could turn around and go down on your knees instead," I said, surprised by my brazen, vulgar suggestion.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"You bet."

My hands were inside Mom's skirt and sliding up the outside of her thighs, rising over her hips and then moving inward. She wasn't wearing any panties!

Sucking in her breath but otherwise ignoring my hands, Mom said, "You don't really think I'd do that while they're right outside."

My hands slid further inward, turning so I could brush my palms over Mom's bare buttocks.

"Do what?" I asked, innocently.

"You know…put my mouth on you."

I cupped and squeezed each buttock, then spread them apart, lodging my cock in the resulting groove underneath the skirt. The sensation of her bare buttocks folding around my cock was almost unbearable.

"Why not? You like doing it."

"Because we could get caught."

I flexed my hips to push my cock between Mom's legs.

"No we wouldn't. Gordie will keep Dad in the garage."

Mom tensed.

"You think he knows?"

"He isn't stupid. He came onto you, didn't he?"

"Yes. Well, sort of. He acted as if it was a joke. How did you know?"

"I heard you slap him."

"Oh."

My cock started sliding through Mom's legs again and she started breathing harder.

"Do you really like having it in your mouth?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because you like it. Do you really want me to suck you now?"

I knew Mom was enjoying using the words she had heard on Gordie's internet porno sites.

"Will you let me hold your head?"

I was pushing hard against Mom's ass now, pressing her against the counter and rubbing her cheeks with my hands.

"Yes." Her voice was thick.

I didn't say anything, just pushed my cock back and forth between Mom's thighs.

"Can I scrape it on your face?"

It sounded stupid and an especially ridiculous thing to say to Mom but a low moan escaped from her lips.

"Are you sure they won't come in?" she wondered.

"Yeah, Gordie will make sure."

"Promise you won't make a mess like last time."

Mom almost choked on the words. I was amazed she was getting off talking like this. I guessed she might be playing some kind of role like something she had watched and it cool she was comfortable doing that with me.

"You're too sexy, Mom. I might get carried away."

It was an honest answer but I was trying to get in the spirit of the game we seemed to be playing even thought I didn't believe for a minute she would actually suck my cock in the kitchen.

"I know," Mom whispered.

"But I'd try real hard not to because if I made a mess we couldn't hide it."

"That's right," Mom panted. "We should stop now, before we get carried away."

"Okay," I agreed. "Or, I could just put my cock in you, from behind, like this."

"No, Stan. They might come in."

But it was too late. My cock was already plying her well-lubricated slit.

"Stan! Oh no, we can't."

But I was already going deeper, shoving it up her tunnel.

"Just for a minute," I promised, knowing she wouldn't believe me.

"Just for a minute?"

"Yeah," I grunted. "Just for a minute."

"Promise?"

"Yeah," I grunted.

I dragged my meat out and shoved it back in, then began a slow but steady fuck.

"Just for a minute," Mom reaffirmed.

"Yeah, yeah. Just for a minute."

About three minutes later Mom had to move her hands from the sink to the taps because she was sloshing water all over the place. I nudged her feet apart and whispered.

"Stand up on your tippy-toes."

It was a weird request but Mom did it, a foreshadow of our coming sex life. The tension in her leg muscles tightened her cunt's grip on my cock and we both groaned. I screwed her like that until it became too hard to lift my cock into her and dragged her away from the counter. Amazingly, Mom walked her legs back on her tippy-toes, like a ballerina doing point work. Her hands slipped off the taps and grabbed the edge of the sink as her head sagged between her outstretched arms. I slammed against her butt.

The GTO started up. I guess Dad and Gordie were making final adjustments to the carbs. It was a good thing because my thighs were slapping loudly against the back of Mom's. I don't know how she stayed up on her toes under that assault but she did.

When I came, I dragged Mom completely away from the sink. Her hands dropped on the floor to brace against my attack and her hair fell over her dangling head. I wondered if she was watching her legs which quivered the whole time my spunk was spurting inside her. It was a loud, gasping come on both our parts but thankfully the GTO rumbled throughout the whole affair.

A week later Mom took Gordie's turn again so he could work on the GTO with Dad. She was wearing pantyhose so I was wondering how I was going to get her from behind, which I liked and knew she did too. So why had she worn pantyhose?

Then I thought, why not make a hole in it? Lifting her skirt, I felt around for a good place to start one and made two discoveries. First, there was already a hole there in the perfect spot and, second, Mom wasn't wearing panties.

She went up on her tippy-toes and I pushed my fingers through the pantyhose which slowed me briefly but only for a moment. Then, I was plying Mom's cunt with two fingers and milking her left tit with my other hand. Her hand found my pants and slid inside after deftly unsnapping the waist and pushing the zipper down. I rested my head on her back as she began stroking me and concentrated on doing the best finger job I could.

It was several long seconds, too many seconds, before I noticed the silence and realized how dangerous it was. My head lifted off Mom's back and then my fingers jerked out of her cunt.

Dad and Gordie were coming toward the house.

I had barely managed to yank up my sweatpants and rammed myself painfully against the sink to hide my hardon while Mom quickly grabbed the dish towel I had dropped on the floor, shaking her hips to force her skirt down. Gordie looked kind of surprised to see Mom drying when she had taken his place washing but didn't say anything.

Later that night I was sitting on the side of my bed in the dark when Mom crept down the hallway past Gordie's closed door. The light from under his door shone on her bare legs and swaying hangers as she looked toward the muffled sounds of the internet porno movie Gordie was watching.

It was well past midnight. I thought she might come because we had both been left hanging and had been glancing at each other the rest of the night after finishing the dishes. Mom closed my door and came straight to the bed, kneeling on the floor even in the darkness as if she expected me to be sitting there. I grasped the sides of her head and pulled her mouth onto my cock. There was no bantering, role-playing slut talk. Mom just opened her mouth and I shoved my cock into it. She made quick work of me.

After that she fell back onto the floor and I followed, my mouth quickly finding the apex of the 'V' between her legs and wrapping my lips around her sex. I munched and she threw her pussy at my face until she came as quickly as I had.

I got up, dragged the mattress off my bed and hauled Mom onto it. She drew her knees way back, signaling she wanted a hard fuck and several minutes later didn't resist when I rolled her onto her stomach. She raised her ass but I pushed her flat and straddled her thighs, shoving my cock between them and deep into her cunt, then bounced her up and down on the mattress, huffing and puffing for a long time until we both came.

Sated, we cuddled for a while and Mom told me how horny she had been all night thinking about how close we had come to getting caught in the kitchen. She said the scare was way better than just talking trashy. I admitted I had been scared as hell but the danger had wound me up too.

When she left to go back to her room, we were surprised to see Gordie's door wide open with the light flooding into the hallway. We could hear, just barely, the sound of a porno movie and then some noise from the kitchen downstairs. Gordie hadn't even bothered to pause his movie, I guess thinking nobody else was awake.

Mom walked down the hall to her room as if it was the middle of the day and she was fully dressed. At her door, she paused, cupped her breasts, and turned to smile at me.

"Remember?" she whispered, and slipped into her room before I could even nod my head.
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*****​

So that's how it went. Mom and I carried on for years and years. Everyone commented on how close we were but nobody suspected what was really going on between us despite several close calls. Mom became especially horny when Dad's sister visited. Every time she came, Mom found a way for us to fuck in the house while she was there. Crazy!

The only person who knew about us was Gordie—at least I think he knew—but he never spoke openly about it. The closest he got was to wonder when we were alone from time to time over the years, why I had been so desperate to pay him hundreds of bucks to do the dishes and how that had made it easier to get the use of Mom's station wagon. He never really pushed it, though. I think he just enjoyed making me feel awkward.​