Incest/Taboo Johnson Institute

He stuffed the towel over its bar - why couldn't he fold it? - struggled to put on his pyjamas, crawled into bed, and still smarting over his arm wrestling defeat said, "Maybe I should go with you and Martin to the gym tomorrow."

"That would be great dear. We plan to get there when it opens at 7:00 A.M."

Instantly deflated he said, "That's kinda early. Maybe I'll have Martin devise a work-out plan for me."

"I'm sure he'd love to."

That Thanksgiving night, as mothers slept, the virus invaded and modified their remaining mitochondrial DNA.
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After the gym mothers and sons returned home, showered, then Yovanna, rendezvousing at Sarah's, found her friend standing before her bedroom mirror in leggings, a red shirt, and short heels that accented her trim body and long legs.

"Looking good girl."

Preening, running her hands through her brown hair, Sarah said, "You think so? I want to look my best for my boy and wow, do you look great."

Wearing a green dress that emphasized her bust and curves Yovanna said, "Thanks. I think Abraham likes, he took a second look. Now let's get the boys."

They found them in the television room with their fathers. Their minds on their mothers, they'd looked good at the gym, looked good now, they pumped pheromones into a room suffused with them. They were absorbed by the rug, the drapes, the furniture, everyone's clothes.
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They shopped, showed off their young men, dressed them up, checked out their butts and shoulders in their new clothing, ran hands on hard bodies to ensure perfect fits, and were heading home when Sarah said, "I'm hungry. How 'bout Thai?"

Martin said, "How about Dad?"

"There's leftovers, and if he doesn't think of them I can whip up a turkey sandwich."
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They sat in a booth, Abraham next to his mother, Martin next to his. Fingers brushed, arms touched, hands were laid on shoulders, compliments were passed freely. The ladies tossed and twiddled their hair. Sons, eyes fixed on their mothers, wet their lips. When the pretty waitress addressed them as couples no one bothered to correct her. The boys, mothers leaning into them, slid their legs over to press them to their mothers.

At meal's end, while the boys paid, the ladies retreated to the bathroom, attended to hair and make-up, gossiped about the beautiful young men their sons had become. They slipped their arms into their sons as they left the restaurant, delighted when the boys opened their car doors for them.
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Back home Sarah and Yovanna brought their husbands turkey sandwiches, who paid more attention to the food and television than to their wives and sons sitting together manufacturing pheromones en masse.

During a commercial Martin said, "After the gym tomorrow why don't we all go to the French Quarter. It's the Saturday after Thanksgiving, there'll be a ton of stuff going on."

Knowing her husband would decline Sarah happily chimed in, "That sounds like fun."

Marty Sr., uninterested in playing third wheel to his wife and son said, "I'm not sure I'm up for it. What do you think Abe?"

Abe, Sr., thinking the same, said, "Yeah. Why don't you four go. We old farts will hang here and watch television."

Martin said, "Well in that case why don't we run down to the store. Abraham and I will treat our favorite dads to a bottle of the good whiskey."

Digging his hand into his pocket for his keys Marty Sr. said, "That sounds great."

"Dad, I'll drive. You've had a few beers."

Abraham said, "He's right Mr. Sage."

Marty Sr. glanced at Abe Sr., who, looking at his own son, said nothing, then at his wife who said, "He's right dear," and in a move unprecedented tossed his keys to his son with a peevish, "Okay."
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In bed that night Sarah said, "First thing in the morning apologize to Martin and Abraham. They were only looking out for you when they insisted on driving."

In a whinny voice lacking all conviction Marty Sr. said, "Well, I did give Martin the keys."

"Yes you did dear, but only after showing some attitude. That's no way to treat a man, especially one who's right and minding your best interests."

Marty Sr. started to object, but realizing she was right and he wrong knew that was no way to treat a man. His son deserved respect.

"You're right, I'll do it."

Later that night, husbands snoring, Yovanna and Sarah got out of bed, went to check on their handsome sons, had unwholesome thoughts, spent the night in their guest bedrooms, where dreams were intense, explicit, incestuous.
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After their early morning work-out, back at home, Sarah put on a long-sleeved white tee short enough to show her mid-drift, spandex white shorts that stopped a few inches north of her knees, and white sneakers. Yovanna, arriving from her home, walked in and said, "Nice butt girl."

Sarah turned, eyed her friend, and seeing how Yovanna's jeans and tank top made the most of her pear-shaped figure and perfect bust, said, "Looking damn good yourself. Was Abraham appreciative?"

Yovanna said, "Yeah, I noticed him checking me out."
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While the mothers got ready upstairs the fathers asked their sons to join them in the den where Marty Sr. vainly tried to hold his son's implacable stare before dropping his eyes and, playing with his hands, said, "I owe you both an apology. When you offered to drive last night I was snippy. I was embarrassed about my condition. I was also disrespectful. I should have just handed you the keys."

Abe Sr. said, "Yes, I also owe you both an apology."

Martin leaned forward, placed a hand on his father's shoulder, and said, "Apology accepted. I didn't want you making a foolish mistake, something you'd regret in the future."

Abraham added, "That's right Dad, were just looking out after you."

As fathers thanked sons mothers walked in and Yovanna said, "If you're all done with your man talk, may we ladies enter?"

Abraham and Martin stood, kissed their mothers' cheeks, circled arms around their waists, and said, "Beautiful women are always welcome here."

Mothers sat with their sons and the six chatted for a few polite minutes before the game began.
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They wandered the French Quarter listening to street musicians, leaning into each, holding hands. If you studied them you'd see the age difference, but you wouldn't dwell on it. After all, if you were a guy you'd be too busy admiring the women, their choice of clothes expertly emphasizing their charms. If a woman the two young men would be your focus. As to the age difference, who hasn't fantasized about a good-looking younger man and a hot older woman?

Later, after beignets and coffee au lai, as Amanda Shaw and the Cute Guys played on stage, the four of them settled on the levee. Sons' heads rested on mothers' thighs, mothers stroked sons' faces and hair. Sons took mothers' hands in their own, kissed them, reached up, touched mothers' lips and faces, saw "Yes" in their eyes.

The kisses, tempered by the in-grained reluctance of people who, until a few days ago, had never imagined this moment, were at first tentative. But as their bodies responded to the genetic re-programming the kisses became hotter, longer, unrestrained. Supple lips enveloped and caressed; bold tongues explored stroked dueled danced.

On the way home, holding each other, they were quiet, contemplating the enormity of what was about to happen.
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Marty Sr. and Abe Sr. were happily inebriated. As the women straightened up the room Abraham and Martin got an apologetic Marty Sr. to his feet and upstairs to the guest bedroom. He was snoring before they pulled the shoes from his feet.

On the way back down Martin said to his friend, "Do you want me to follow you home, help get your Dad into the house?"

"I'll be fine, our guest bedroom is on the first floor near the garage. If you'd help get him into the car I'd appreciate it."
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As Abraham backed out of the drive way, her husband snoring in the back seat, Yovanna unzipped her son's pants, hauled out his dick. He was big. Her head disappeared from view.

Waving goodbye Sarah slipped an arm around her son's waist and said, "Where'd you put your father?"

"The guest bedroom."

"Good, because I want our first time to be in his bed."
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Straddling her legs Martin moved over his mother, settled down, his chest on her breasts, his penis on her sex. They kissed, tongues slipping on and over each other.

Sarah curled her leg around Martin, reached down, brushed his erection. Martin moaned, slid down her body, said, "It's only been a couple of weeks since I learned how to do this," planted soft kisses on her inner thighs, edged closer to the wet heat at her center.

Craving her son's mouth on her sex, sure, despite his claim of rookie status, that he'd be magnificent, Sarah grabbed the back of his head and said, "Stop playing around."

Saying, "Yes mother," Martin's tongue uncurled and its tip traced his mother's pussy and labial lips, then the clitoral hood. A long in-drawn breath hissing from between her teeth Sarah slid her fingers into her son's hair and Martin closed his lips over the clitoral hood, pulled back, stretching it until it slipped free, then delivered random hard laps, flicks, and licks around and over his mother's clit.

"Oh god son, oh yes, so good, oh yes, oh yessss, oh yessssss."

Emboldened, Martin's pinky followed the flow of juice from her cunt to the cleft of her buttocks. When the muscles of her ass tightened instinctively Sarah, wanting to encourage her son, moaned and his pinky continued its journey. With his free hand Martin spread his mother's labial lips, licked her hard, bottom to top. Sarah cried out and Martin sucked her clitoris between his lips, shook his head. Sarah trembled, lifted her hips into her son's mouth.

Looking up into her brown eyes Martin delivered a long slow hard lick to her clit, pushed his tongue into her pussy, slurped it in and out of his mother's most sacred recess, rolled his thumb on her swollen exposed clit.

She moaned, held her son with both hands, said, "Oh oh oh, you're going to make me come. You're going to make your mother come."

His tongue found an inexhaustible source of energy; his thumb applied a force to her clit that would have been painful when they started but was now exactly what she needed; his pinky massaged her sphincter.

Sarah considered her husband, a perfectly nice man, and knew he'd accept what she now knew: she was made for her son.

And with that thought she let go. Her scream of release reverberating through the room, her body twisting and undulating, she held tight to her son's head as he ate her through one powerful orgasm after another, a pleasure intense, all-consuming, a wonderful exquisite agony. Then, back arching, she screamed again as the final orgasm erupted within her. She flopped up into a half-sitting position, collapsed back onto the bed.

Martin pushed himself up onto his elbows. His face glistened with his mother's juice.

Sarah weakly slipped a finger into her sex and said, "Son I need the monster between your legs inside me. I'm nice and wet, which is good, but I've never had one that big. Take it easy."

He took it easy; they fucked deep into the night.
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Standing by the bed she'd long shared with her husband Yovanna, having performed a striptease for her son, pulled Abraham's shirt over his head, tossed it to the side, slipped a finger through his open fly, caressed his cock, said, "There's lubricant on the night stand."

Abraham slid his pants and underwear down and Yovanna' eyes widened. In the dark of the car it had looked huge, felt huge, but with the lights shining bright it was fricking immense. My god was he hung. She looked to his face, smiled, said, "Sure it'll fit?"

Abraham dropped his head, kissed his mother, enjoyed the lingering taste of coffee and beignets, said, "This thing was made for your body, but I'll be careful," kissed her again, eased a finger inside her. Her deeply aroused sex slick and juicy, his finger moved easily inside her. He slid it in and out, eased her back onto the bed, rubbed her clitoral hood, let a thick dollop of spit fall from his mouth onto her sex, then, lining up index and middle fingers pushed them into her vagina, held them there as he stroked her taut tummy with his free hand. Abraham looked at the vaginal lips wrapped tight on his fingers. His cock, longing to be inside her, throbbed. He spread the fingers inside her, twisted them.

Yovanna brought her knees to her chest. Her pelvis tilted back, her labia spread open, Abraham saw the pink knot of her asshole between her soft butt cheeks and laid down to lap the crinkled pink opening.

Her son was licking her asshole. It felt good, it felt dirty. Her son was sawing his fingers in and out of her cunt, rimming her ass. Yovanna squealed, "Ohhhhhh...;" she'd never been this aroused.

"Play with yourself Mom."

Resting her feet on his shoulders Yovanna rubbed circles around her clit.

"That's a good girl, play with your sweet sex."

Thick heavy juice leaked from her; her tight butthole flowered open on her son's tongue, and pussy spasming, panting and moaning, Yovanna came. Abraham pulled his fingers from her tight twat, covered her sex, and she sailed through another orgasm.

His mother lay there, skin aglow, breathing slow. Abraham kissed and licked the dark nipples of her full round breasts, said, "You're so pretty when you come Mom," stood, picked up the tube of lubricant on the night stand. Yovanna studied his arms, strong shoulders, tight muscular butt, abs, and most of all the long thick erection between his legs. A few months ago he'd been her little boy, a science nerd with a science nerd's body; now he was the sexiest most attractive man she'd ever laid eyes on. She felt safe with him, trusted him. He treated her right, like the sexy woman she was.

Soon she'd be more than his mother; she'd be his woman.

Yovanna sat up, looked at his swollen manhood, studied the thick long shaft, the plum-shaped head glistening with pre-cum, the heavy swinging balls, the thick unruly pubic hair. She wanted to taste him, take that giant cock into her mouth. She leaned forward, wrapped her fingers on it, and eyes shining said, "Can I lick it?"

Standing beside the bed Abraham said, "Please do," and holding her thick dark hair aside watched his mother's pink tongue snake along his swollen cock-head, lap up pre-cum like a hungry kitten at a bowl of milk. Once it was coated with saliva she wrapped her full lips around the head, laboriously stretched her jaw, and with a push forced it into her mouth. She sucked noisily, tattooing the head with her small quick tongue.

Loving it, but wanting more, Abraham slid his cock from her mouth and as his mother pouted adorably he squeezed lubricant onto his palm, slathered his thick cock, said, "Why don't you lie down."

When she did Abraham pulled her bottom to the edge of the bed, placed her ankles on his shoulders, crouched so his cock was level with her vagina, rocked forward. His dick, slippery with lubricant, slid across her belly and with his balls nestled on her pussy lips mother and son saw exactly how deeply he'd penetrate her. Abraham was concerned - it was going to be a tight fit. Yovanna was thrilled. While her son would not be her first, he'd go places, visit parts of her, no one had before. It would be like losing her virginity a second time.

Abraham said, "Mom, spread your legs a bit more," Yovanna did and Abraham grabbed his cock and rubbed the thick slippery head up and down from clit to hole, then deciding a little more lubricant couldn't hurt smeared a handful on the face of her sex, pushed some inside her.

Wanting that monster Yovanna said, "I'm ready," grasped him, moved the head to her vagina, took a deep breath, forced the fat tip against her opening, pushed some more, easing the plum-sized head inside her until, with a pop, he was wedged within her.

Yovanna's eyes rolled back in her head, she sucked in a quick hard breath, held it. This horse-cock was going to split her poor pussy open.

Martin said, "Are you okay Mom?"

Through gritted teeth Yovanna whispered, "Son, you're so big, so much bigger than your father. I've never felt anything like it. I need it inside me, I won't be complete until you're inside me, until you spill your seed inside me."

Abraham said, "Remember to breathe Mom," and as she exhaled he pushed an inch inside, pulled back, moved forward, re-occupied the space. His oversized head spread the walls of her sex, making way for the steel hard shaft that followed. Yovanna had never been so happy. It hurt, of course it hurt, but it felt fricking amazing. Why had it taken her all these years?

His mother's cunt was hot and wet and tight, he wanted to jam his full length into her, but he thought about the cheerleaders, they said they'd be sore for a week. Making sure to maintain self-control he paused, then moved his hips in a figure eight, stretching her. Covering her clit with a finger he rocked forward, then slid his cock, streaked with juice and lubricant, back, again pressed forward.

Yovanna grunted. Abraham looked down and said, "Am I hurting you?"

"A little, but I love the feeling of your big cock opening me up. Does it feel good my love?"

Abraham said, "Better than anything."

Her full lips curling into a happy smile she motioned him down, kissed him. Her tongue explored the contours of his sweet lips; his strong hand covered and squeezed a firm round breast; and inch by inch he moved deeper inside. When his balls reached her ass he stood back up and Yovanna, eyes glazed with lust, tiny feet resting on his muscular shoulders, said, "Fuck me son, fuck me now." Abraham carefully slid his dick from, then back into her sex as her prodigious flow of juice merged with the lubricant, slickening the passage for the marauding pistoning cock.

They fucked, his muscular butt flexing rhythmically as he pushed in and out, incrementally increasing speed and power. Yovanna, greeting each thrust with an, "Ooooh ooooh oooohhhh," snaked her hand down, diddled her swollen clit, and then, for the second time that night, she bucked, shivered, and came, her teeth chattering as her cunt spasmed on her son's swollen dick.

Fiercely aroused Abraham grabbed his mother's wrist, pinned them to the bed, took control, thrust harder. Then he pulled out of her and before Yovanna, discombobulated and desperate for her son's dick, could say anything he said, "Get on all fours." She did, looked over her shoulder through her thick black hair, and Abraham, rock hard cock bouncing before him, licked her asshole and pussy. Yovanna purred, savoring his strong tongue on her pussy lips and the rosebud of her anus. Abraham grabbed the lubricant and re-greased his thick cock.

Inflamed by the thought of being fucked like an animal Yovanna caught her son's eye in the mirror and said, "Fuck me, fuck my pussy."

Abraham dragged his stiff slippery dick up and down her dripping snatch until the head lodged itself in her pussy, said, "Here it comes," and pushed, filling her with a slow steady motion, his mother grunting as his monster dick again split her open. When he bottomed out, the fat head butting against her cervix, Abraham said, "Look in the mirror."

Shaking her head to clear the hair from her eyes Yovanna did, saw the image of mother and son joined in unholy union. It was perfect.

Hands on her waist, watching his greasy cock slide in and out of her tight pussy, how with each stroke her swollen lips clung to his pistoning shaft, Abraham fucked his mother doggy-style. He took control, pulling her on and off his dick, the cock-head dragging over her g-spot. Dropping her head to the bed, turning her gaze to the mirror, Yovanna watched her son fuck her, felt the pressure growing inside. She was her son's fucktoy; she was on her hands and knees being fucked by her son.

Loving the sensation of power and control Abraham smacked her ass to her delighted,

"Uh unh unnhhhhh," pushed into her again and again. His heavy balls swung, slapped her clit, sent ripples of pleasure through her body. Abraham spread her ass cheeks; her butt-hole winked at him. He licked a finger; rimmed her anus.

Bracing herself on her shoulder Yovanna reached between her legs and with a, "Gaanhh," rolled her clit against her body. Her muscles twitched, her heart pounded, she forgot to breathe, her chest, then her entire body flushed, and she felt it, felt it coming, the mother of all orgasms. Abraham's balls pulsated, boiled over, he said, "Oh Mom, I'm gonna cum," groaned, lost control, drove himself into her, and with a guttural roar he came, depositing a preternatural load of thick cum in the depths of her body.

And with that thrust, with that thick hot cum, caught in a storm of pleasure/pain, Yovanna's body detonated and her brain exploded and she came again.

The two of them toppled forward, rolled onto their backs. Several minutes later Abraham struggled to his feet to turn off the light. Standing, he was rewarded with the sight of his seed leaking from his mother's sweet cunt.

Soon they were both asleep. The leaking went on for several more hours.
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The next morning both mothers wakened their boys with blow jobs, cooked their favorite breakfast, went to wake their husbands, showered and changed into something pretty for the drive to the airport, returned to the kitchen to find hung-over husbands nursing cups of black coffee, said, "Good morning dear," kissed the top of his head, then went around the table to sit with her son.

Expecting a rebuke both fathers said, "Sorry I got so drunk last night."

"It's okay Dad, no harm done. We know how much you like having a buddy over to watch sports and share a few belts. That's why we bought you a treat."

Running their hands down their sons' bodies mothers said, "And don't worry dear, your son took wonderful care of me last night. I asked him to sleep with me, I wanted this warm hard hunk next to me."

The fathers, not surprised, said, "Good, how did you sleep?"

Mothers said: "Better than I have in years."

Sons said: "Dad, there'll be a few changes. You're moving into the guest bedroom. I'll move into yours. When I'm here I'll sleep with Mom."

Fathers said: "Of course, if you think it best son."
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At the airport, in the drop off lane, mothers kissed sons goodbye with a passion that rendered many a transfixed observer erect.
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Wearing a "Strong Thighs Save Lives" tee-shirt Ruby opened her computer, scanned her schedule. She didn't have the time for two more clients, but she liked these women. Like her they were approaching forty and she sensed their commitment. It was so much more fun working with the dedicated. They also wanted to work-out together, which meant Ruby could double-bill and put a few more dollars in her pocket.

Ruby was the best personal trainer in town. She'd taken up body building at age thirty, competed in tournaments shortly thereafter, soon won them, and had been division champion, age 35 and up, three years in a row. Her body was her best advertisement: six pack abs, rolls of muscles on her shoulders, defined back, high tight ass, thick powerful legs. Still what most moved her clients was her sweet good-natured personality, ready smile, and endless enthusiasm.

Ruby turned to Yovanna and Sarah and said, "You'll have to work with me on scheduling, but I'd love to train you."

When the interview ended the women hugged. The mutated virus jumped to Ruby.
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That night, while fixing a high-protein chicken stir fry, Ruby chatted with her son. When he handed her a wooden spoon the virus, finding his mitochondrial DNA identical to her's, made the leap. As they slept the virus spread through their bodies, modifying their genes.

The next morning they shared plans; both had dates that night.

He got home early, hanging out with the gang wasn't moving him, and found his mother, blanket pulled over her, watching television.

"Hey Mom, I thought you had a date."

"Aaron took me to dinner, then there was this party, but I wasn't in the mood. He dropped me off and went without me. How about you?"

"Pretty much the same."

Ruby opened the blanket, said, "Come sit with me."

He did and his body pressed to hers he realized there was nothing underneath his mother's long tee-shirt. God she had an amazing physique.

They watched television. She ran fingers through his hair, kneaded the back of his neck; he traced the course of the muscles of her legs with the tip of a finger. When the show ended Eric kissed his mother's cheek and headed for the shower - Ruby had already taken hers - where he cleaned himself, ran his hand on his dick - was it larger? - decided to wait and masturbate in bed.

Ruby stood before a mirror in her room, pulled the tee-shirt over her head, examined her body, heard her son get out of the shower, told herself she shouldn't, slipped on a mesh teddy that left nothing to the imagination.

When Eric, imagining his mother swallowing his dick, heard a knock on his door he jerked his hand from his cock, pulled the blanket over his body, said, "Come in."

Ruby opened the door, stepped inside, ran her tongue over dry lips. Her son stared at the outline of her bod yin the light from the hallway.

"Is it okay if I turn your light on son?"

"Sure."

She did and, eyes focusing, her son now drank in the details of her body: small breasts, ripped abs, a triangle of newly trimmed pubic hair above her sex. She sat on the edge of his bed, pulled back the blanket, wrapped strong fingers on his erection, and said, "My bed feels lonely tonight, would you come lay with me?"

They made love, did so the next morning, and most every day thereafter.
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Ruby tipped her smooothie to Yovanna and Sarah's and said, "I want to congratulate you two, I've never had clients who made such amazing progress. Enjoy your Christmas. I'll be out of town. My son and I are going to spend two weeks in Mexico. What are your plans?"

"We're going to fetch our boys from college, then we have family coming in."

Yovanna and Sarah couldn't help but notice the animated way Ruby talked about her son, nor did Ruby fail to observe the same about her favorite clients. Each wondered, had the other made the same wonderful discovery as she?
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