Incest/Taboo It was Dad's Fault

"Dad, how can you do it to me? You promised. You are busy all the time, and we never spend time together."

"Sorry, son. I did plan to go on this trip, but the discovery of the two most distant pair of merging quasars ever discovered has to be worked on now. We cannot lose one day, otherwise, the study won't be complete, and the chance be lost."

"I believe you. However, you realize that since I was a child, the 3 of us went only once anywhere. Your work is important but don't you think your family deserve some of your time?"

"I do apologize to you and will do the same to Mom. I wish the timing could be better."

I went to my room and slammed the door behind me.

Let me start from the beginning.

On the upcoming Saturday, I would turn 21. About a month earlier, my girlfriend, Abi, and I planned to take advantage of our vacation and travel to Maui for a week. However, she broke up with me a week later. I knew it would happen eventually, but I hoped to spend more time with her. I really liked her, and sex with her was excellent. As I said, I wasn't surprised it happened, but the timing couldn't be worse.

My father, Kurt, was a senior astronomer at the Mauna Kea observatories. Since childhood I noticed his work came before, and often instead of, caring for Mom and me. Mom, Claire, was very different. She was warm, loving, always nice, and ready to help. She worked part time at a local hardware store. We have lived on Hawaii's Big Island since Dad got his Job there. We moved from New York and it took us some time to get used to the much slower and calmer life here, but overall, I'd say it was a successful change.

The day after Abi decided to move out of my life, I was upset and depressed. Dad was away, as usual. Mom noticed my sour mood and inquired about the cause. I said shortly, "Abi left. I canceled our trip."

"Brody, honey, it's a very important birthday. Did you think about going somewhere with friends? It's summer vacation, and I am sure some of them have nothing better to do and would like to join you."

"I don't feel like seeing friends now."

"But I thought you had in mind a party for your birthday."

"That was before we broke up."

"I cannot let you be like that on your birthday. Dad and I will take a few days, and we'll go together to enjoy the beautiful weather at our beach house."

"Mom, we can do that, but don't be surprised if I am still emotional there."

"Let me talk to Dad and my workplace so they have enough time to prepare."

Mom's 5 days vacation was approved by her supervisor. Later, she called Dad at work and he said he'd join us. Well, no more Abi, but a family vacation on a sunny beach wasn't bad - After all, I hardly spent quality time with my father.

Mother was a completely different story. Until my first year in college, she was the best mother in the world, who turned out to be also my best friend 2 years earlier. One day, 5 of my friends came to my house to watch a basketball playoff game. Mom was nice and didn't interrupt, but often, she showed up to serve snacks and more beer. I still recall Lance's comment, "Brody, your mother is a real MILF." I chuckled, "Thanks, bro; I am sure she'd like to know you find her attractive." The next time she entered my room with beer, I saw every one of my friends ogle her. I didn't know what all the fuss was about, but in retrospect, I may have been under the influence at the time.

After that evening, I remembered only 2 things: The Lakers won, and my friends thought Mom was a MILF.

I started looking at her differently; From my Mom, she gradually turned into an attractive woman. From a friendly mother, I began noticing her face and body. She was 43 years old, 5'4", 130 pounds, cute face, shoulder length wavy brown hair, and a reasonable figure that was always hidden under her loose robe.

I'll never forget the first day I saw her coming out of the bathroom wearing only a bra and panties. She smiled at me, "I thought you were out; otherwise, I'd be dressed."

"Mom, you are at home. You can have on whatever you feel like, whether I am here or not."

She grinned, "That's my boy," and she kissed my cheek.

The truth - I was lying. Her gorgeous figure was hard to miss. Her C cup tits stood up high on her chest, covered by a soft pink bra. The tummy was flat and very feminine. The low-cut panties were partially transparent, revealing a narrow landing strip underneath. Her curvy hips were amazing, especially when she moved away from me toward her bedroom. It wasn't a walk; it was more like a glide.

I couldn't get her fantastic figure out of my mind for days. Like a classic pervert, when she was out, I checked her drawers. Her C cup bras were soft and had a floral scent to them. Most of her panties were low-cut, silky ones. I stole 2 of them from the middle and used them during masturbation. If you think I became obsessed with her, you'd be right.

So 2 days before driving to our beach house, Dad bailed out. I was very disappointed, but there was nothing I could do about it. Dad told Mom about his decision during dinner. Mom stared at him and asked, "Kurt, I don't remember asking you many favors during our marriage. You are hardly here. This time, it is about our only son. Over the years, your interaction with him was minimal. You have a great opportunity to fix it now. Please think about it again."

Dad looked at me and then at her, "I apologized to Brody already. I really wanted to be with you two, but these days, our work at the observatory is too important."

Mom looked at him strangely. Her expression was a combination of disgust, pity, and a smirk. I have never seen her face like that before. Then she turned to me, "Brody, it's only you and I against the world. It's your birthday, and we'll do whatever you choose. We can do things together, or you can go without me and find a nice girl on the beach and spend time with her."

Saturday morning, Mom and I drove to the beach house. It was near Kahaluu-Keauhou and took us 40 minutes to arrive. Last time Dad was there was 5 years ago, and he stayed there for only 2 days. I spent good time there with Abi and friends a year earlier. Mom visited the place more often, usually by herself or with her friend Barbara.

I carried our luggage in and noted everything was nice and arranged as if we never left it. However, Mom began dusting the table.

I laughed, "Can't you ignore your perfectionist attitude and relax? We are here to relax. Minimal dust won't kill us. Let's enjoy the weather and the calm sea."

She stopped and smiled, "You are right. A clean home is rooted in my mind. I'll put on a swimsuit and be out in a minute."

I wore my Speedo and exited to the fenced yard. Dad wanted it fenced and surrounded by thick bushes because when we bought it, we had a dog. The dog died years ago, and the fence kept prying eyes from seeing inside the property and looking to steal stuff.

I went out and enjoyed the soft sandy beach under my bare legs. I strolled along the shore, looking for interesting shells. I didn't find any, likely because our neighbors had already collected them when we were away.

Mom came out of the gate wearing a light green bikini. She smiled broadly, "It's so much better here than at home. I love the sound and smell of the ocean. And if the water is not too cold, I'd like to swim."

While she was talking, my eyes were focused on her terrific body. Her coming-out-of-the-bathroom image floated again before my eyes. God, she was beautiful. My friends were right - she was the ultimate MILF. How did I miss it for so many years? She strolled leisurely toward the water as I ogled her almost-dancing steps.

My penis, which hadn't seen action in weeks, woke up and began stiffening in my swimsuit. I was conflicted: I loved Mom, but reacting like that to your own mother was just too perverted.

As my mind concentrated on my unruly organ, Mom turned back to me, "The water is slightly cold yet. Let's get a tan for an hour or two and try again. Can you please bring the bag I left on the table?"

I returned to the house and noticed the bag. It felt heavy. I opened it and saw suntan lotion, a large straw hat, sunglasses, and... a cold bottle of Moet & Chandon Champagne. I giggled; Mom wanted to celebrate my birthday with champagne by the water. I grabbed 2 glasses and came out.

She exercised with the sea in the background. I stopped and watched her. She was doing a perfect bridge with her prominent tits pointing skyward. Then she assumed a spagaat position! I was amazed. I never knew she was such a good gymnast. She was very flexible. However, my cock saw her differently; It saw a breathtaking sexy woman posing before it, and within seconds was at full mast, creating a huge tent in my front.

Mom glanced at me and said, "I like some stretching exercises before tanning. You should..." She stopped talking, and I saw her eyes directed at my groin. She blushed.

Neither of us talked for about a minute.

Then I asked, "I saw the Champagne bottle. Is it for my birthday?"

"Yes, honey. Turning 21 is a big deal. We must drink to your adulthood and success in life."

I opened the bottle without spilling a drop and chugged directly from the bottle. Mom laughed and said, "That's the way to celebrate! No fuss and no speeches. Only fun." She did just like me and gulped a couple of times as well.

We walked on the beach, soaking in the sun and drinking along the way. At one point I asked Mom if she wanted to go back and put suntan lotion on, but she refused, saying that the afternoon rays were weaker and we'd see the sunset in an hour.

I've observed the sunset from our beach house a few times before. It was a sight to remember: The small white clouds turned pink, and it was picture perfect.

We sat on the sand looking at the tiny white waves, and slowly my pecker returned to its resting size. We chatted about my studies, and I noticed Mom became chattier and more giggly. I felt slightly lightheaded but happy.

As the sun was just above the horizon, Mom stood up, and her eyes were mesmerized by the red sun. She whispered, "It's so beautiful and romantic."

I could visualize her profile, and she looked like an angel: Her pretty face pointing forward, her arms behind her back, and her legs slightly spread.

I moved behind her and hugged her tummy. I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Mom, thank you for being here with me. I love you so much."

She murmured, "Honey, you are my only treasure. I love you with all my heart."

I felt her warmth and smelled her hair. The closeness was intoxicating.

I am not sure where I got the courage, but I kissed her neck.

Mom whispered, "Oh, honey..."

Her calm acceptance of my kiss was unexpected. I moved closer to her and kissed her neck again. At that moment, 2 things happened: She trembled mildly, and her palms, that were behind her back, met my covered growing prick.

She whispered, "Darling, I can feel you..."

I whispered in her ear, "Sorry Mom, but... I love you. All of you. It's quite some time that I think of you as the woman of my dreams and no longer only as a Mom."

"I know, honey. I noticed. I observed the way you looked at me and knew about your obsession with my underwear. Initially, it amused me, thinking it was a classic example of a growing son. But other things occurred almost simultaneously: I became frustrated with your father's ignoring us and saw that my little baby turned into a real stud. Of course, I'd never do anything about it, but then 2 events intervened. Your relationship with Abi inexplicably ended, and Dad refused to join us here. Is god playing with us?"

"Mom, I do not know what god has to do with us, but I am in love with you. You never asked me why Abi dumped me. I can tell you the reason: We were having sex. During my climax, I saw YOU before me and said aloud, "I love you, Mom." Abi heard me and said, 'Brody, you never said you loved me, and now, during our intercourse, I hear you love your mother. You know what? Fuck you. I never want to see you or your mother again.' So she was the first one to realize the truth..."

I kissed Mom's neck a third time and saw tears in her eyes. "Mom, please don't cry. I simply say what I feel about you, but I'll never do anything against your will."

She whispered, "You don't understand. My mind is in shambles. I also want you as more than a son, yet my brain is shouting, 'Don't you dare! It's incest. You'll be a sinner and damned for life."

I turned her to face me. Her eyes were shut, and tears were on her cheeks. I kissed her tears and hugged her quivering body, "Mom, let's go inside. It's too hot; we drank too much alcohol and not enough water."

She was a little unstable. I led her into our airconditioned house. I sat her on a chair, "Do you want me to fill the tub with hot water for you?"

She whispered, "That would be nice."

I started the water and operated the Keurig to make us coffee. During the whole time, Mom sat quietly, crumbling in place with her eyes closed. Her brain seemed to be elsewhere.

When the coffee was ready, I added a little Splenda and a touch of milk and put the cup to her lips. Her lips opened, and she sipped it slowly. Then she opened her eyes and gazed at me for a moment. We didn't talk. She finished her coffee, sighed, and disappeared into the bathroom.

I started the TV and smiled. The show was Hawaii Five-0. The last time I saw it was many years ago. I switched to a sports channel and watched it for about an hour. Mom was still in, and I didn't hear any noise from the bathroom. I became worried and called, "Mom, are you OK?"

I could barely hear her, "Yes, Brody. I am fine now. I'll be out in a minute."

"Do you want me to do something here?"

"No. I'll be out and go to sleep. Sorry to be like this on your birthday but my head is killing me. We'll postpone your birthday party to tomorrow."

"Ignore my birthday. I just want to be sure you are OK. If you need Tylenol, tea, or a cold compress on your forehead, let me know."

Ten minutes later she exited the bathroom, wrapped in a large towel. Her eyes were red, signaling she had been crying in there before. She didn't look at me and headed to her room. I verified she entered her room, and closed the door behind her and returned to my TV.

I tried to concentrate on several programs, including the biography of Stalin, the Bronx zoo, and even an action thriller, but to no avail. My brain kept returning to the way I felt hugging Mom, feeling her softness against me, and smelling her intoxicating scent. I was definitely in love with her. But was it becoming a dangerous obsession?...

I entered the guest room, checked the news and my e-mails, and at 9:30 pm shut the lights and was ready to sleep. Ready or not, I stayed awake for more than an hour.

I woke up smelling fresh coffee. I put on my shorts, brushed my teeth, shaved, and took a short shower. Mom was with her back to me preparing eggs.

I moved behind her, hugged her waist, and said, "The smell is wonderful. We didn't have dinner last night. I can eat for 2."

She grinned, "That's my little boy. Always hungry. Always ready to munch on something."

"Mom, I love you..."

She didn't answer and didn't look in my direction. I sighed and sat at the table. Mom came with a tray and served me 3 scrambled eggs with bacon, toast, cream cheese, orange juice, and coffee.

"Mom, when did you have time to buy all the ingredients?"

"I thought we'd be here for almost a week, so I bought everything 3 days ago and put it in the fridge. Everything that did not need refrigerating was here already."

"We have a problem."

She stared at me quizzingly.

"You are turning into Mother again..."

Mom's eyes teared and she glanced at me pleadingly, "Honey, what do you want me to say?"

I stood up and moved slowly in her direction. She remained in place and eyed me. I reached her, hugged her shaking body, kissed her forehead, and whispered, "Don't worry. As promised. I won't do anything against your will."

"Darling, you still don't get it. I am not concerned about you doing something bad. I am scared of what MY body craves right now."

"Mom... May I kiss you?"

She didn't answer and buried her head in my chest.

I lifted her chin gingerly. She didn't try to resist. I kissed her full lips lightly. As my lips touched hers, she shivered. I kissed her again. I heard a moan. I kissed a third time, applying slightly more pressure. She sighed and her lips parted, allowing my tongue to invade her sweet mouth. She sucked momentarily on my tongue.

I disengaged and whispered, "You taste great. I'd rather eat you than the delicious meal you prepared for me."

She opened her eyes and grinned, "Don't be greedy. First, eat your breakfast. Everything else - later."

I smirked, "Yes, boss."

I ate fast, hungry for food and... the after food.

Mom looked at me with smiling eyes. I savored the meal, now and then gazing at her lovingly. She must have eaten earlier. I wondered how she slept the night and when she woke up, but there was a magic aura in the air and I did not want to ruin it.

When I was done, I stood up, took the plate and utensils, and put them in the sink.

I turned around and glanced at Mom. She sat on her chair, exploring my face and a little smile on her face.

I blurted, "I love you too much and have no idea what to do about it."

She mumbled, "Honey, it's your birthday. What would you like to do if you get a green light?"

"I want you. All of you."

"Brody, Do you understand that your wish is a one way street? If you get your wish, there is no way to undoing it. If you change your mind, you'll always remember what you did with your mother. Darling, are you sure?"

"1000%"

She looked into my eyes for a long moment, then said, "I am going to bed now. Join me there in 15 minutes."

The clock never moved so slowly. The mere anticipation caused my organ to swell and extend. I was excited and nervous like never before.

The fifteen minutes passed, and I opened her door. The thin curtain covered the window, but there was enough light to see inside. I stood by the frame for a couple of seconds and noticed Mom's body was covered with a light blanket and her eyes focused on me.

I removed my shorts and remained in my briefs. My erect cock was aching to get free. I removed the underwear and got under the cover. Mom came closer and hugged me, "The last 24 hours, I struggled with myself. I wanted you with both my heart and body. I knew I was a sinner and gave up on my afterlife. My biggest issue was how you'd feel about me, and us, after we were done. I'd rather die than think one day you'd see me as a slut..."

"Mom, how many times do I need to repeat I love you? If one of us is guiltier, it's me. Yesterday, I kissed you when your brain was under the influence, and today, I use your soft heart to get my wish on my birthday..."

She grinned, "So if it's your fault, do you promise to never hate me for what we are going to do now?"

I raised my hand, "Cross my heart and hope to never die!"

Mom chortled, "You cheat!"

"No, I don't. Having you, I'd like us to continue for as long as possible and never die. Let's stop the BS. May I touch you?"

She rolled on her back and smiled, "Don't ask silly questions. Why do you think did I invite you into my bed?"

I raised my head and gave her pretty face one last look. Then I French kissed her. Her luscious lips opened for me, and our tongues intertwined in a slow dance. She tasted great! My palm caressed her cheek and descended to her smooth neck. Then, gingerly, I moved down to her chest. Her respiration stopped when I cupped her firm tit. I massaged it lightly, and my fingers crept to her nipple. It was hard to the touch. I felt her pulse increasing, and her tiny hand trailed down on my body, closing in on my engorged rod. I kissed her nipple and sucked on it gently. She groaned and murmured, "Honey, my nipples are very sensitive. Please hurry."

Subsequently, her small palm reached my member, and she tried unsuccessfully to encompass my shaft. I heard her whisper, "Son, be patient with me. Your giant thing may tear me. I want you inside me, but please, don't rush."

"Mom, may I taste you? I can smell you and would like to savor your nectar."

"Please, don't. You'll do it another time. Right now, I crave to feel your body on mine and your monster doing its thing inside me."

Mom was right. The first time better be less anxious and more pleasurable for both of us. Once the initial pressure was over, everything else would follow. Another reason I agreed with her - I was very horny myself.

I placed my body between her shapely thighs, aimed the spongy head into her snatch, and rubbed it against her drenched labia. Her breathing accelerated, and she tried to pull me into her.

I advanced slowly. Her abundant juices helped, but her pussy was narrower than I thought it would be. My progress was slow and steady, giving her cunt time to widen and adjust to the large invader. I didn't know how much time it took, but eventually, I was all in. I glanced at her face. Her eyes were shut, and she was breathing hard with her mouth open. I began pounding her vagina at a low gear but soon shifted up.

As I turned to second gear, Mom started shaking. Her groans, which, initially, were barely heard, became much louder. Her orgasm was building up, and her groans turned to whimpers. She mumbled, "Honey, I loove yoou sooo much..."

Next, I intensified my strokes, and my hands tweaked her large breasts roughly. Her climax notched up, and her body began convulsing under me. My own climax was fast approaching. I shifted to the highest gear and rammed into her snatch as fast as I could. She was jerking all over the place and screaming loudly.

I came with a vengeance, dumping gallons of slimy spunk into her pussy in a rapid series of strong jets. When my cock emptied, my tumescent member stayed erect, and I continued drilling inside her cunt relentlessly for a couple of minutes.

I removed my wet shriveling penis and remained supine, recovering from my powerful orgasm. I closed my eyes and thought about my good luck, having Mom as my lover.

I must have fallen asleep because I woke up with Mom's lips engulfing my pecker and milking it gently. I opened my eyes and watched her clean my deflated cock and do the same to my sack.

She finished and moved up to lie by me. She smiled, "Honey, the sex with you was fantastic. So now that you are officially motherfucker, what did you think?"

"Like I said before, I love you, except that now I love you more, and more OF you."

"You have no regrets having sex with me?"

"I am not sure. To be certain, the only way I know is to try 10 more times and assess it statistically..."

She giggled, "Thank you. I was thinking; your father bailed out to watch stars. Thanks to you, I saw stars without the need for a telescope."​