Incest/Taboo Lambs of Lust

The older man held out a hand straightforth, his creepy, wrinkled smile preluded a booming laugh followed by a phlegmy cough.

"You were this tall last! Heh, heh, heh." His bifocal lenses made his tired eyes all the bigger as he looked Andrew up and down.

"Oh, aren't you so handsome!" A playful swat at the air and an equally wrinkled smile emanated from the older woman's aura.

"Ah, thanks, yeah."

"Here, sit down, honey." Amber patted the couch next to her.

Plopping his backpack on the floor, Andrew obliged, but not without an impatient glare at his mother.

Amber returned it with a glare of her own, as if to say 'careful'. There was much to hide between the two, and no reason the older visitors should suspect, unless Amber and Andrew gave it away.

"We were just talking about you kids. Abigail is off at camp, yes?"

"A school trip, yes."

"Oh, that's wonderful." Genie held her hands to her heart, one of many over-animated gestures she made while talking in her overly sing-song tone. "I bet she looks just lovely now."

Amber showed a few pictures of Abigail to the couple. Andrew's sister was a spitting image of Amber but over twenty years younger. She had luscious, brown, curly hair and a slender frame. Andrew, catching a glimpse of her picture, noticed these few details a bit more. Feelings pinging around his brain, comparisons between his sister and his mother being drawn. This new lifestyle made him look at the women of his house a bit differently.

He shook his head, as if to shrug off the feelings; Abigail had nothing on their mother's large breasts and wide hips. There was no competition, though Andrew wondered why he was drawing the comparisons at all, as he gave some due consideration to his sister whom he had not seen since this Lamb family sexual revolution.

"Look at this stud, though!" Bob piped up, he leaned slowly over to Andrew and patted him on the bicep. "I bet you are fending the ladies off like a pro."

His large dentures were the most predominant feature of his face, and hard not to stare at. Andrew glanced at his mother, as if to ask, "When are they leaving?" Amber knew what her son wanted, what he was holding back. She elbowed him as if to remind him that they had to play the game.

"Oh yeah... holding 'em' back."

"You got a girlfriend?" Genie sang.

"Oh, uh... no not one of those," he stammered.

"Oh well, don't fret, my boy. You just need to go up and tell 'em you're taking 'em out. Don't give 'em no choice!"

"That's what he did with me." A disconcerting laugh from Genie made the whole thing awkward. "I was fifteen when Bob came back from the Marines. He just came up to me one day and said that I was going to dinner with him." The older couple laughed with little cognizance of how crazy the story sounded. "How could I refuse?!" Genie's laughter became even more awkward.

Amber and Andrew sat in silent disbelief at how that story did not age well at all. There was a silent agreement between the Lambs that Genie and Bob should probably keep it to themselves.

"Anyways, what are you doing these days, my boy?"

"Oh, I go to the college up the road."

"Ah." Bob sat back as if to judge.

"He is studying for business."

"Mhmmm." Genie squinted her eyes.

"You know, when I was your age, I was in the Benatobee War with the Sappers. It was a hell of a time, made me a man."

The Lambs sat silently listening, bracing themselves for whatever dated statement was going to come out of his mouth.

"You should get out there, Andrew. Would be good for ya! Can't be stuck at home forever, studying business. Ya know there is a lot of you kids studying 'business'", his tone struck a condescending cord. "Ain't enough business around for y'all, but you millennials still do it."

Amber held back an eye roll. Andrew wasn't even a millennial, she was.

"Can't be a man if you're still at your mother's teat," he cackled. Genie slapped him on the arm. Amber and Andrew felt an awkward tingle at how on the nose, or in this case tit, Bob was without knowing it.

"Don't be so crude."

"What?! Gotta cut the umbilical I'd say."

Andrew's fist unconsciously clinched again.

"Andrew is doing what he is passionate about now, and I support him in it." Amber placed her hand on her son's leg. The blood rushed to Andrew's cock with the electricity of her contact. He shifted in his seat to hide the boner that was rising.

"And how about you, Amber?" Genie changed the conversation.

"Me?"

"Yes, have you been thinking about remarrying?"

Andrew shifted and cleared his throat. Amber sighed and wiped her face. This conversation was going downhill, fast.

"No, not something I've wanted to do."

"Oh well, you can't stay alone forever." Genie shook her head as if it were a well-known fact.

Amber furrowed her brows and shook her head, what was this old bat even talking about?

"You need someone to take care of you! You are still young, fit, and beautiful. It shouldn't be that hard."

"I can take care of myself, Genie, thank you."

The older woman scoffed condescendingly as if it were unheard of and fifty years of social progress had just disappeared.

"And she has me!" Andrew spouted.

Amber shot him a glance.

"...and uh, Abigail."

"See, that's the problem." Bob wagged his finger.

"Problem?" Amber shot a glance at him now.

"Yeah, you three are too reliant on each other."

Amber shook her head in bewilderment, that family relying on each other was a problem.

"... these kids need to leave the nest!"

Oh boy... here it comes. The speech Amber was all too used to.

"We talked to Julia and Tom recently, and they are concerned."

It always comes back to her in-laws, doesn't it?

"Well It's nice to know family is thinking of us, but we are fine." Amber put a hand on Andrew's shoulder, as she sensed he was about to leap across the coffee table at the old geezer.

Both the tactless grey hairs mumbled their doubts as they sat back. Perhaps, both mother and son Lamb's expression of steely frustration with the conversation finally registered with them.

"Well, that's just us saying."

"Let's just say something else." Amber pointedly changed the conversation. Clearing her throat, she shifted the conversation to Bob and Genie's kids, asking questions she knew they could hardly resist. It was their time to brag, the seeping vanity of their every word like sandpaper, as they went on about their offspring's accomplishments and the offspring's offspring's bright futures.

It was a juxtaposition of Amber, Andrew, and Abigail. There was a sense that Bob and Genie would state an accomplishment of their offspring and pointedly look to the pair across from them in judgment.

This went on for what felt like hours. Andrew restlessly stirred on the couch next to his mother; every once in a while, daring to graze a bit of her thigh with his hand. Genie and Bob never noticed, but if he lingered too long, Amber would swat his hand away subtly and glare at him. It felt like the longest he had gone without fucking.

The oversexed son was jonesing for a taste of his mother's cunt or a handful of her breasts. He could recall the wet and warm feeling of her, just by looking at the jean shorts she was wearing. All he could do, at this time, was admire how smooth and tight her bare legs were even in her early forties.

Every second, his blood and hormones were boiling. These old fogeys needed to leave.

Picking up his phone he texted his mother.

"How much longer?"

Amber's phone illuminated not too long after, catching her eye as she pursed her lips and nodded politely, as Genie went on about Genie Jr. and their latest mission trip to some godforsaken third-world country.

Seeing Andrew's impatience, she shot him a look again. But when her eyes met his, a chill went up her spine. It was a hungry and predatory look. Not unlike the ones his father would give her before he pounced. She did her best to avoid any sign of wavering in her expression, but her heart beat hard as the babbling of the unwanted guests went on.

"I can't take it much longer Mom... they need to go." His fingers tapped the screen of his phone vigorously, as another message traveled four inches by way of the cell phone tower a mile away.

Amber gulped, looking at the house guests still in the middle of their self-satisfying and one-sided conversation.

"Well, thanks so much for coming." Amber slapped her knee and rose in the most indirect method of dismissing a pair of house guests.

The awkward interjection of their dismissal was baffling to the older couple, who were mid-sentence into a ballad about their granddaughter's competitive pickleball record.

"Oh... I guess it is." Genie sounded perturbed. Bob huffed and shook his head. Amber didn't care what they felt, they just needed to be gone. She was going to hear from Julia and Tom either way.

Taking their time, they walked towards the foyer in the slowest way possible. Time seemed to go backward, Amber nervously ushering them out as Andrew remained on the couch in the living room. As she turned the corner to take their guests to the front door, she caught one last look at her son's intimidating glare.

She tingled knowing how this would be. Just like his father when he was pent up and in heat.

"Well, it was nice to see you all." She quickly opened the door, nearly shoving them out as the pair blubbered on about their lives and their expectations of their children. No doubt, Amber fell short of all of that, she had her in-laws to please, of course.

"I hope you take some of our words to heart. We do care about you Lambs." Genie put her hands over her heart in the most insincere gesture of the day.

"Okay, bye now." Amber closed the door without another word. She could hear them muttering their displeasure from the other side. But she didn't care. Her heart was racing, as silence filled her home. A beast was lurking in it, ready to eat her up like the tasty morsel she was.

"Andrew?" She called out for her son. But there was no answer, just chilling silence.

She walked back into the living room, the couch was empty, and her son was nowhere to be found.

"Andrew..." her trailing call stuttered off of her quivering lips. He was around, she could feel his eyes on her. Her body was warming, it was almost too hot. The feeling of being watched like this had a certain discomfort to it. Especially, since her precious boy was the one doing the stalking.

"I thought you couldn't take it any longer?" She gulped.

Walking through the house she flinched as she turned each corner.

"Andrew this isn't funny!"

She searched on, each minute making her shake more with anticipation.

In the hallway leading to the bedrooms, the silence was broken. A sudden hand wrapped around her from behind, clenching her throat firmly. She let out a yelp, her son's hot breath wafting over her shoulders.

"I told you I couldn't wait, now you need to be punished."

Amber gasped for breath, the startling and his hand making it hard for her to fill her lungs. He felt around her body, groping at his favorite parts like an addict.

"Now, I won't be as patient."

Amber found the wall firmly, as she was pressed firmly against it. Her shirt was ripped down in the front exposing her bra. The tearing of fabric continued until the tank top was entirely separated from her, and only a second later, her bra was pulled underneath her breasts to expose them.

"Andrew!" Amber protested, but he only shoved and grasped her harder.

The first stiff swat to her ass came as a warning.

"Shhhhh." He put his finger to his lips before pecking at her neck with them.

He groaned roughly from behind, twisting her big nipples as roughly as he once fed at them. Amber moaned as she was molested by her son. He was fully intent on taking her, no matter what she wanted, but luckily enough it was this sort of treatment she desired. It was nice that these synergies ran in the family.

When he tired of her breasts, he yanked at her jean shorts, her panties exposed as he struggled to remove them over her plump ass.

"Momma can help, you know, I can get and-- ahhhh!" He shoved her hard against the wall, a clear signal to shut up.

"No, Mom." He licked his lips through lustful panting. "I'm going to play with you... my way." His words were almost like a growl.

"You're scaring me." Amber's tongue was free.

A hand slipped to her front and into her clothes. His bony finger curled around to find her wet slit, and fingered the edge of its moist hole.

"And you like to be scared." He ran his tongue along her bare shoulder blade to her neck.

"Yes." She panted. "Yes, Mommy does." There was shame in her admission.

Her pants found the floor, and with little forgiveness, her panties ripped at the seam in seconds. It nearly pulled her to the floor when he tore them. Her heart raced as he made the gesture so forceful. Fear and arousal mixed, as she was helpless against her Andrew. Up until that point, the power dynamics still were in her favor. Now, the precious boy knew he could get from her what he wanted his way.

"Stay there." Andrew pushed her into the wall, as if to signal her to stay and then released her. She could hear him fumbling with his shorts, anxiously he tore at his clothes like a beast.

"Why don't I-- eeeeee!" Amber had made to turn around, but Andrew grabbed the back of her head and shoved it into the wall.

"I told you to stay, Amber."

She couldn't make heads or tails of how she felt about him using her first name. But Amber certainly knew she had little choice right then.

His other hand pulled her ass out, a palm shoving at the small of her back gave her the hint to stick out her ass, which she all too easily complied to.

"Good girl." He swatted hard on her rump. She cried out at the stinging, a red mark radiating pain on her cheek.

Before long, Amber recognized the familiar feeling of her son's thick tip pressing against her sex. He had full control, she was hardly able to move regardless of her bustling desire. He made his move to his satisfaction, shoving into his mother's passage with vigor, pulling himself in and out as they both moaned against the wall in the hallway.

He was rough. Her whole body flopped against the wall, as she tried to brace herself with her hands. But one of his own was grabbing her by the arm, while the other held her hip out. The hallway echoed with each slapping of his hips against her ass, as well as the wails of the mother being forcibly taken by her son's girthy cock.

The motions were erratic, it was clear this was for his pleasure, something she always offered him when he needed it. He would, for a few short moments, fuck her fast and hard, and then next, would move slowly and deliberately, like he was scratching an itch inside her pussy. It certainly hit the spot for her. When she could, she looked back at her boy with wide eyes of awe and admiration.

"Oh, baby, you are so good." She encouraged him. But her words were met with stiff swats of her motherly romp, each harder and sharper than the last.

"Andrew! Ah!" Each time she spoke up he swatted her. Like he was punishing her for speaking.

Grasping her throat he pulled her head back. "The more you talk, the rougher I'll be. Moan like a good little whore."

Amber was left wondering where her sweet little boy went, but her pussy could not complain. Just as he commanded, she began to wail like the most cartoonish whore she could imagine. Each gracious thrust of his cock that he gave, she sang like it was the second coming.

"Good girl." He demeaned Amber again.

Twisting her body, he threw her to the cold floor of the hallway. On her face, she lay stunned before he crawled on top of her. Flat on the ground, he entered her again; she tried to brace herself, but couldn't grasp anything that was not slick hardwood floor. She was pushed forward with each thrust he made, though he struggled to get a good angle to bury himself with her MILF ass in the way.

Andrew made a sharp clicking sound with his tongue, while patting his mother's ass. It was clear what was needed, and obediently Mommy delivered, arching her back and raising her prize off the ground. His hand felt her wetness for a moment before he knelt behind her and continued his assault. Without missing a beat, she was back to singing slutty tunes for her boy to encourage his unending fucking.

His hands grasping her hips, he made to thrust harder and harder. It was almost as if he meant to try to hurt her, to punish her for making him wait once he got home. If anything, Amber was succeeding at making her timid, little shut-in more assertive, though her methods were certainly out of the ordinary.

"Ohhaaahh!" She let out a painful yelp, as he shoved himself in and out hard in quick succession. Her knees shook at the feeling, to which Andrew could feel the trepidation.

"Is this too much for you, Mom?" There was almost a hint of compassion in his voice. Amber, for a moment, was fooled that it was her sweet little boy talking. But a cackle reminded her the lust had completely taken over for him.

With one hand, he grasped her long hair and yanked her head back. The scream Amber let out echoed around the house. Her son's sadistic smile was enjoying the treatment he gave her.

Amber was to blame, in large part, for what Andrew was becoming. Having offered her body up as a service constantly, like a cruise ship buffet, Andrew was getting entirely too confident. But, perhaps, it wasn't an awful thing for a naturally timid boy?

But the question remained, was it too much for her? She never would have expected that the boy who could hardly look at a girl who was not on his phone, would have turned into such a sex fiend. As undersexed as she had been until that point, her pussy ached constantly since they began this arrangement.

"Ahhhh!" she exclaimed again in response, and from the corner of her eye, she met her son's gaze. He had a frenzied look, a hungry predator feasting on his submissive meal. He would push his whole body into her plump ass with each thrust, a growl accompanying his pleasure, as he rubbed himself along her labia and felt the stubble of her lips tickle his cock.

He was perfect. Even when he was scary, he was perfect. But if he was like this, so ravenous, was she enough? Could he fulfill all he needed?

With a smack of her bare back, she was flipped over like a MILFy pancake. The wind was knocked out of her as she was left stupidly sprawled out on the floor of the hall where he had pounced on her. Her legs were spread silly and high, as she tried to make sense of what was happening. Her son wasted no time re-mounting her missionary style and looking her straight in the eye, as his tip inserted itself into her wet hole.

His breathing skipped erratically as his face neared hers.

"I love you, Mom..." he hummed, while thrusting selfishly.

His eyes, for a brief moment, were so loving and caring, they looked deep into Amber's with an affection that she had not felt in a long time. Warm feelings of love and joy from the days of her husband entered her mind, as she lay back and let her son have her.

"I love... ah."

Both mother and son came at the same time. Amber's luscious pussy clamped down on Andrew's thick and throbbing cock, as he dumped yet another load into her. They both gasped for air, basking in the pleasure they brought one another as they came down from their high.

As the warm feeling of pleasure melted away, the soreness returned to Amber. Andrew looked like a post-orgasmic clarity was settling over him.

"Mom... I...." he stammered, letting go of his mother's arms that he had clasped so tightly against the floor.

"Don't," Amber smirked painfully. "You are a boy with needs." She bit her lower lip, while rubbing his arms affectionately. "Your dad was rough, too."

"Really?"

"Mmmhmm. Lamb women love to be dominated." She raised her head to meet her son's lips. A short exchange of kisses ensued, both coming away smiling.

Amber reflected on why she said "Lamb women", given the context.

"Why don't I make dinner tonight, Mom? To make it up to you?"

Amber sat up, as her son stood. Her legs were still spread out and cum still trickled from her mature slit, as she looked up at him and wondered.

"Uh, yeah, that would be sweet, hun, but you don't have to." She smiled as Andrew offered his hand to help her up to her feet. Nude, they both stood in the hall awkwardly looking over each other's bodies.

"It's no biggie, Mom... it'll be to make it up to you, since I won't be here tonight."

Son swatted his mother on the ass.

"Won't be here?" She rubbed her aching breasts and felt her neck where he had held her.

"Yeah, coffee with a classmate."

Amber froze, a selfish curiosity crossing her. "A girl classmate?" She squinted at him.

"Uh yeah, but it's not like that... it's to study."

"Study, huh?"

"I'm sorry, Mom."

"No, honey, don't be." Amber pressed her naked body against his and wrapped her arms around his neck. Looking up at her taller son, she smiled.

"I'm proud of you."

She did her best to bury the jealousy. Amber knew he needed more women than just her.

"Mom..."

"What?" She kissed him up and down along his neck as her breasts pressed into his chest.

"It's not like that... you're all the woman I need."

Amber looked at him in the eyes, doubting his statement. She wondered again if what she was doing was right, or if she could keep it up.

"I'm gonna go get some stuff done... and don't worry, when I get back, I'll make sure to give you plenty of attention."

Amber froze there, as Andrew left the hallway and pulled up his pants. Her body ached all over, and despite her sex drive being just fine for a woman her age, she wondered how she would survive keeping up with his.

It was settling in that she was not enough woman for Andrew... and if what Andrew said was true, this classmate of his wouldn't be any help, as much as she hated the thought of sharing.

But as she contemplated it all, a scheme came to her mind. It was a way to relieve the pressure on her, but give Andrew all that he needed, right here at home.

Going to her room to find a pair of untorn clothes, she called back to her son with a smirk.

"Don't forget we have to pick up your sister this weekend!"

Abigail coming home didn't have to be the end of the festivities in the Lamb household like they thought it was going to be. As Amber was plotting, it was only the beginning.
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