Incest/Taboo MILF #5: An Afternoon Dip

We stay like that for a moment, our bodies pressed together, both of us trembling from the intensity of our shared orgasm. Nathan's forehead rested against mine, his breathing slow and heavy as he tries to catch his breath. "Holy shit," he murmured, his voice filled with awe. "That was..."

"...Special," I finish for him, a smile tugging at my lips.

It was special. We have had sex many times now, but it is changing. There is of course familiarity, we know what each other likes more each time, but there was a new intensity through our bodies. A new feeling that we didn't want to admit to, couldn't admit to, just yet.

I kiss him softly, savoring the taste of him on my tongue before pulling back slightly. "But we're not done yet."

Nathan's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but he doesn't argue.

We kiss and explore our sensitive bodies with our hands. Each touch at first sends shivers and spasms through us as our orgasms still remain across our nerve endings. We explore our bodies with our mouths. Each lick, each kiss sending pulses to our brains, to our hearts, to my pussy, to his cock. Our breasts, chests, necks, shoulders, backs, fingers, abs, stomachs, thighs. Everything gets attention as I gently bring his cock to attention again. Praise the lord for a young man.

He shifts positions, turning me so that I am straddling him, but facing away this time. Pointing towards the steps.

"One second," I say, quickly raising my body out of the water, reaching forward and pushing the hot tub button again. Before he can react, I sink down onto him with a sigh of contentment, feeling him fill me once more. The angle is different, deeper, and I can already feel the fire reigniting within me. The tingles, the electricity.

The gurgling and bubbles start around us.

"Ride me," Nathan commands, his hands resting on my hips as I begin to move.

I'm liking this new assertive Nathan; I do as he asks, lifting myself up and then sinking down onto him, my movements slow and deliberate. I can feel every inch of him, stretching me, filling me perfectly. It takes everything not to scream every time he hits my cervix.

"You feel so good," I moan into my chest. I don't know if he hears me, the jets are now pumping water against us and heating the water.

Nathan's hands slide up my sides, his thumbs brushing against my nipples. I whimper at the touch, my hips moving faster as the pleasure builds within me once more. He pulls on my nipples, he massages my breasts, his touch firmer. "That's it, Maggie," he encourages, his voice rough with desire. "Just like that..."

Our bodies move in perfect unity, the water sloshing around us as we lose ourselves in the sensations once again. He holds my breasts as I rise and fall on him. Rise and fall on his huge cock. My pussy burning, stretched, content. He bends me over and starts to pound me. I hold the steps to keep me firm.

"Fuuuuucck," I scream again and again. My ass slamming against him. My breasts thrown forward and backward as he powers his cock through me.

The water starts to become still again, I bend my back, curling over, my head looking down and through my legs, watching through the water as his cock slips in and out, my hands braced. Holding on.

I can feel another orgasm building, stronger than the last, and I know I won't be able to hold back much longer. "Nathan... Fuuuck...Fuuuck... mmmm...I can't hold it, it...it...itt... fuuuckk.... it's too good, I'm going to cum," I gasp, my movements becoming erratic as I approach the edge.

"Let go," he urges, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he thrusts up into me again and again "Cum for me," Thrust. "Cum for me," Thrust. "Cum for me." I'm losing control. "Cum for me," Thrust upon thrust. "Come for me. Come for me now!" thrusting deeper, faster, roaring behind me.

With a thousand cries, I shatter again and again, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. He continues to pound into me and as I think I am coming back down, I feel Nathan shoot into me and I am thrown back into delirium, his groan echoing in my ears as he spills himself inside me and my body finds another orgasm within it. An orgasm I didn't know possible.

When we finally still, both of us panting and spent, Nathan flips me around and pulls me in close, his arms wrapping around me in a tight embrace. "You're just incredible," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

I smile, leaning into his warmth. My limbs trembling with the aftershocks. My mind spinning with emotion. I feel safe. I feel loved. I feel desired. I feel wanted. I also feel empowered and in control. Nathan will not replace Phil. He is wonderful. He is sensational. He is mine. But he is not Phil.

"Come on," I say, standing and holding out a hand to him. His eyes look across my naked body dripping with water. He looks at my large breasts, nipples still hard and erect; He looks at my pussy, almost level with his face, lips wet and plump, pink and engorged. I see the desire in his eyes again. I am definitely in control. This body is in control.

"Let's get dried off and have some coffee," I smile at him.

He takes my hand. His hard, young body ripples as he emerges from the water he is so accustomed to.

As we step out of the hot tub, I look up at the window again. I can't quite shake the lingering sense that someone had been watching us. A part of me couldn't help wondering if Daniel had actually come home. But, as Nathan wraps a towel around me and presses a kiss to my lips, the thought is pushed aside. All that mattered was the man beside me and the passion we shared.

In the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air as I pour him a cup, and then pour myself a glass of wine. Nathan sits at the island, his damp hair curling at the ends as he watches me move about the room.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" he says, his voice soft but filled with conviction.

"So you said." I turn my head and smile at him. I set the coffee cup down, drop my towel, and walk over to him, my hips swaying with purpose. Leaning in, I brush my lips against his in a tender kiss.

"Now fuck me again on this counter."

Drinks can wait.
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The next morning, I rise at eight, slip into my silk dressing gown and delicately slink downstairs. I need a coffee before a long soak in the bath. My body is feeling the effects of being pounded multiple times by a cock the size of my forearm. It is now a familiar sensation, to wake feeling completely wrecked but completely happy at the same time. Nathan had left early the previous evening following our afternoon of fun, and I had drifted into a deep, satisfied sleep shortly afterward. Beautifully content. Just beautiful.

As I place a cup under the coffee machine, the doorbell rings and I consider whether to answer it. My hair is showing the result of me going to bed straight from the hot tub, and I didn't cleanse my face either. But I decide to see who it is. Maybe Daniel forgot his key. Briefly my mind goes back to the doorbell ringing yesterday.

It's Joe.

"Oh, hey Joe. Come on in. You're early today. Excuse my appearance, I've just got up. The magic hasn't happened yet."

I feel his eyes linger on my figure for a moment too long before he clears his throat. "No problem. No. No problem. You look fine. Great in fact."

"Ah thanks," I step away from the door, inviting Joe in. "Fancy a coffee? I'm just making one."

"Please. Thanks."

He has stepped into the kitchen, his work boots scuffing against the tiled floor, his toolbelt jangling at his side. His shirt is already damp with sweat despite the early hour.

"Is Don not with you this morning?" I say as I turn my back on Joe to make the coffee.

"He's pickin' up some materials at th' merchants. He'll be hyar aroun' nine-thirty, but ah thort I'd git an early start, Mags."

"Aw. Thanks, Joe. I really appreciate the work you two are putting in." I flash him a smile.

"We really like working for you, Mags... It's a great project."

There's silence as I play with the machine and grab another cup.

"...Actually... Um... I was... Um... I came back yesterday evening to...er...I'd...er left my cell here. I er came back to er get it." Joe stumbles through the words. My mind instantly clicks to what this means. My heart starts to pound.

"ah reckon yo' were um in th' hot tub so didn't um hear th' doorbell."

Fuck.

"Did you find it?" I feel my face flushing.

"Find what?"

Your cell?"

"Um. Yeah. I did. I found everything. It was perfect. You were perfect."

If there was any doubt in my mind that Joe had seen Nathan and me in the hot tub, the last comment banished that doubt. I had to do something now. Jesus. This could be a major problem. My mind raced. I saw Phil. I saw Daniel.

I bought myself some time, pouring slowly, getting milk from the fridge. I still had my back to him, he couldn't see the panic in my face. Think Maggie, think!

"That's good. That you found your cell. That's good...You're married right Joe?"

"That's right."

"What's your wife's name? Don't tell me. Was it Michelle?"

"That's right."

I am still facing away from him. He sits on the stool on the other side of the kitchen island. I undo the tie at the front of my robe without him seeing. A plan has formed in my head. It's risky, but worth a shot. Maybe my only shot.

"How long have you two been married? And you have a daughter, right? One year old was it?"

"Maisie, she's eighteen months. We've been married up wif three years."

As he completes the response, I turn around with the two coffee cups in my hands. My robe billows and opens wide. I note the tension in his jaw, the faint blush creeping up his neck and I am relieved to see fear in his eyes, but also lust and sex, not disgust and retreat.

His gaze flickers all over my body; From my hands holding the mugs to my cleavage; My head to my nipples; My feet to my pussy. Bare. Luscious.

Joe must be late twenties. He has boyish looks and a naivety that at this age he shouldn't, which is probably why he is still treated as an apprentice, but at the same time he has some rough edges. His hair is short, curly and blonde. A thin face and nose, and nice brown eyes. He has stubble that's a day or two old. Not designer, just laziness. Thin lips that don't quite conceal his teeth. His physique is decent, from the manual labor. Not a gym body, just hard work. There are signs of a likeness for the wrong foods and maybe a few beers, but no beer belly, yet. He's got a sweet charm.

"Did you watch a while from the bathroom window, Joe? Did you watch me?"

"Um, yes. Some."

"And did you enjoy what you saw, Joe? From your window?" I give a little shimmy, making my breasts bounce.

"Um, yes. Very much. I enjoyed it very much. Yes."

"That's nice, Joe. Tell me, what did you watch? What was happening, Joe?"

"Er. Um. You were...er..." He is struggling through confusion, embarrassment and fear. "...Yo' were lyin' back in th' er hot tub an' he was...er...lickin' yo'?"

I part my legs and the robe spreads a little wider. "He was licking me?"

"Er, yes, Mags. Sorry Mags, I didn't mean to..."

"Shush Joe, don't apologize... Was I enjoying it, Joe? Being licked?"

I stroll toward him as I ask the question, with the coffee cups in my hand, the robe now floating behind my body as I walk.

"Yes." He doesn't know where to look.

I continue. "I bet you got your cock out while you watched. Didn't you, Joe?" I lick my lips.

"No!" He replies quickly, a little too loudly. I see in his eyes that he did. I turn my head and give him a stern look, raising an eyebrow.

"Um, er, yes I did. I'm sorry, I..."

"No need to apologize, Joe... Did you jerk off while you watched me, Joe?"

His response is just a nod this time as his eyes flick again between my body and my eyes. Not sure what is happening.

"Stand up, Joe," I say as I place the cups down on the counter. Here goes.

"Err." He slips off the stool.

I silence him with a finger pressed gently to his lips, my other hand moves to rest on his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heart beneath my palm. "Shh."

Without another word, I drop to my knees in front of him, my hands slide up his thighs in a deliberate, unhurried motion. I don't give him time to protest, I unbuckle his belt with ease, my fingers deftly unzip his jeans and free his hardened cock from his fly. I feel his pulse quickening through his shaft as it uncoils. He is not as big as Nathan or Daniel. He is cut. He is smooth. His pubic hair is not trimmed. It's handsome in its unkempt rawness. Beneath my touch his cock throbs, his eyes widen with a mixture of shock and desire as he realizes what is happening. What is about to happen.

Oh, he's definitely been thinking about me, a smirk now playing on my lips as his cock instantly hardens and I realize my plan is going to work. I shake my shoulders letting the robe fall down my body, resting halfway down my arms, I move both together, pushing my breasts up and allowing the robe to fully fall and pool on the floor. I'm now squatting, fully naked. I tilt my head just a fraction more, my lips dangerously close to the tip of his cock.

I hear no breath from him.

"Do you think of me, Joe. When you fuck your wife? When you fuck Michelle?"

"Sometimes", his stomach pulls in tight.

"You played with this cock, Joe, while you watched me? The cock I now have in my hand?" I look up at him. He nods, the fear, the desire, plain to see.

"Did you watch me orgasm, Joe? Did you see my face?"

Another nod.

"Oh. Joe. I think that means I own this cock, Joe. It's only fair. You jerked off over me without me knowing. Surely you need to respect a girl more than that."

He nods again.

I lean forward, my tongue darting out to trace a teasing line along the underside of his shaft before taking him into my mouth. His groan instantly echoes through the kitchen, and I think he is going to cum straight away. He is so tense. I pull off of him.

"Mmmm. Did you fuck Michelle last night, Joe? After watching me?"

"Yes."

"Did you want it to be me, Joe?"

"Yes."

I work my hand around his balls, delving into his shorts, which makes him thrust forward and grab the counter with his hands. He groans again and I flick my tongue under his shaft as my mouth gobbles him up. I can taste the salt of his skin, feel the way his muscles tense under my touch, and I realize that I am getting turned on too. I've turned myself on.

I pull his shorts over his cock and release his balls.

His groans now mingle with the sound of my soft moans as I work him, my movements slow and deliberate, savoring every inch of him. I slip a hand down to my pussy and feel my own heat. I slip a finger inside and my moans grow with him.

I take the whole of his cock in my mouth and start to bob up and down on him, my hand now jerking him as my head comes back. His legs are shaking, I taste pre-cum. I slip two fingers inside myself. He is going to cum before I can finish.

I slide him out of me but keep jerking him.

"Did you cum last night Joe? When you watched me?" I flick my tongue at his balls.

"Yeeeesss." He moans.

"Did you cum into a little tissue, Joe? Like a naughty little boy?"

"No." His voice is weak and breathless.

"Where, Joe? Where did you cum?"

"On the the the f...f...floor, on the w...wall."

I pull my head back, swirling my tongue around the tip before sinking down, taking him deep with every slurp, every bob.

Joe's hips buck involuntarily, his hands go to the back of my head, his fingers in my hair as he struggles to maintain control. "Fuck, Mags... I'm not gonna last..."

I slide my fingers out of my pussy and both hands grip his hips, 'let's finish him', I hold him steady as I increase the pace, my lips sliding up and down his length with a slick, rhythmic precision. My hair flying into my face, my breasts bouncing back and forth. He is close, I can feel it in the way his body stiffens, the way his breath comes in ragged gasps.

With a guttural cry, I feel the first jet power into my throat. I pull him out and he erupts hot and thick cum over my lips and chin and onto my chest, coating my breasts in sticky streaks of semen.

"Did you cum like this, Joe? All over the wall, all over the floor?" I point his cock at the floor to simulate the night before. He can't answer, his head is shaking, his body bucks. I keep milking him with my hand as I lick his shaft. His cum spilling over me as his hips jolt and his knees buckle.

When he finally sags against the counter, spent and breathing heavily, I sit back on my heels, showing his white cum dribbling down my chest, my legs wide beneath him, with a pool of him under me on the floor.

Joe stares down in a dream, his chest still heaving, his shorts around his knees, his jeans around his ankles. "Mags... I don't know what to say..."

I stand up. "You say nothing, Joe. That was lovely. I hope you liked it. But don't think that we are even now. I own your cock. Your wife will never know that you jerk off to another woman; That you fantasize about someone else when you are fucking her; That you have just put your dick in another woman's mouth and cum all over her tits. Maisie will never know that you cheated on her mother; She will always look at her Daddy with love, pride and admiration. I now own this cock. Otherwise, Joe, life as you know it today ends. Understand?"

I reach out and squeeze his balls to emphasize my point.

Joe's eyes now show confusion mixed with lust and desire. But I see that he understands enough. Enough to say yes. A 'yes' with the fear of his wife finding out, mixed with the hope that what has just happened may happen again.

My skin is sticky, the remnants of Joe's release clinging to my chest. I need a shower - badly and quickly. I need to be fresh before Daniel gets home. I pick up my robe. My fingers trail lightly over Joe's cheek before I turn away, heading toward the hallway. "Now, if you'll excuse me I need to shower. Clean up your mess while I'm gone, there's a good boy."

I walk away with my robe in my hand, making sure that my body is still fully exposed to Joe. I think I have done enough to make that problem go away. I hope so.

I reach the bathroom and the mirror catches my reflection, I can't help but admire the flush in my cheeks from the exertion downstairs, the way my chest rises and falls with each breath. The cum dribbling down my tits and stomach, looks so sexy. God, I feel hot.

I run the bath. My muscles needed soothing from last night, and I needed to pleasure myself now.

I stripped off my clothes, letting them fall to the floor in a heap. The cool tiles beneath my feet send a shiver up my spine as I step into the shower and turn on the water. The spray hits my skin, warm and inviting, washing away the evidence of my encounter with Joe. I tip my head back, letting the water cascade over me as I lather up, scrubbing every inch of my body until I feel clean again.

Daniel should be home soon, and we had plans - photos with Lisa and Maria. But first, I wanted to savor this moment alone.

I stepped out of the shower and quickly tripped over to the bathtub. The bubbles had risen to a frothy peak. Reaching under the sink, I pulled out a new dildo I had bought at The Stone. A sleek, realistic design that reminded me a little of Nathan, long, firm, but not as thick. I slid into the water, letting out a soft sigh as the warmth enveloped me. I ran my fingers over the dildo, a small smile playing on my lips as I leaned back against the edge of the tub. I brought the dildo to my pussy lips; The tip pressed against me; I gasped softly. My mind began to wander again, drifting back to Nathan.

Oh, Nathan. That boy had no idea what he had done to me. His cock - thick and perfectly proportioned - had been a revelation the first time I'd tasted him. I could still remember the way he'd groaned when I'd taken him into my mouth, up against the door, his hands on my head guiding me, but not controlling me. He had transformed me. And then my mind flipped to Daniel, fucking me from behind, his cock was so long, intimidatingly so, knowing exactly how to use it to make me scream.

And Joe... well, Joe was nothing special, but there had been something thrilling about controlling him, watching him cum under my touch. His average cock twitched in my hand, his breath gasping as he spilled himself onto my chest. It hadn't been the most satisfying encounter, but it had certainly been... entertaining. Maybe there was potential there. He would be appreciative. A slave?

I closed my eyes, letting the memories wash over me as I rocked my hips forward to take the dildo deeper. Slowly, I pushed it inside, relishing the fullness as it stretched me open. My free hand trailed down my body, fingertips brushing against my breasts, across my stomach, down to my clit as I began to move the dildo in and out, matching the rhythm of my fingers.

"Oh, fuck..." I whispered, biting my lip as pleasure began to build within me. My breath came in short, uneven gasps, my hips lifting off the bottom of the tub as I fucked myself harder. The water sloshed around me, bubbles clinging to my skin as I lost myself in the sensations.

In my mind, it wasn't the dildo I was riding, it was Nathan again in the hot tub, his strong hands gripping my hips as he thrust into me with abandon. I could almost hear the way he growled my name, his voice rough and needy as he drove me closer to the edge. And then, suddenly, it was Daniel, his long cock filling me completely as he pinned me against the bed, his lips hot against my neck. And finally, it was Joe as he thrust himself into my throat in awe of my sex.

The images swirled together, a heady mix of fantasies that left me aching for more. My fingers worked faster, pressing harder against my clit as I chased the release that hovered just out of reach. The dildo plunged deep, hitting that perfect spot inside me, and I moaned through the orgasm, my body convulsing as a gentle wave rolled over me.

When I finally came back to myself, my chest was heaving, my breathing tight. I pulled the dildo out slowly, setting it aside as I leaned back against the tub, a satisfied smile spreading across my face.

The sound of the front door opening jolted me out of my reverie. I heard voices, Daniel was home, with Lisa.


So, we are back to late breakfast on Wednesday morning. I dress and meet Daniel and Lisa in the kitchen, relieved that Joe has cleaned up. I prepare Daniel a snack and Lisa a coffee before we head off to The Stone for the photo-shoot. I was looking forward to it as much as Lisa was. I wanted to have some fun with Maria, and who know's what the day would bring.​