Incest/Taboo Mom and I Watch a Family-and Bond

Watching doesn't mean wanting. What I wanted would be crossing a huge line. I had to be sure.

Mom was gone when I got out of the shower. I dressed and joined them all on the covered porch by the pool.

The margarita machine whirred away, and everybody was one drink ahead of me. Mom reported that the garage had called, and the truck would be ready the next afternoon at the close of business.

Melody sipped her drink. "Well, good news for you, bad for us. You have been perfect guests and have made our dull life here just a little bit more exciting."

I responded to her statement, dripping with innuendo, with just a gracious "Thank you."

Mom had gone to check on the horses with Hank, Anna, and Deuce. Melody was in the kitchen, and I volunteered to help clean up.

I put all the remaining glasses and plates on a tray and took them to the kitchen.

Melody turned to the sink as I entered, and I saw she wore an apron -- and nothing else. I put the tray on the island. After that morning, I shouldn't have been surprised, but.

"Um, is this the approved attire for doing dishes?"

Melody turned and leaned against the counter. "When we don't have guests, it's the attire for everything."

"Is that why you haven't offered us the use of the pool?"

Melody untied the apron and slipped it off, letting it drop on the floor. She came to me, standing inches away. "We don't own swimsuits." She pressed her body against me, pinning me to the island. "I know, no touching. Let's call this a hug."

Her arms went around my neck, and my hands rested on her waist. She smelled clean, with a hint of excitement. She pushed her hips in, grinding against my erection as she touched her mouth to my ear, her tongue probing as she whispered.

"Have you fucked your mother yet?"

I wasn't thinking about my mother then. I wanted to fuck the woman right in front of me, and badly. I dropped my hands before they found their way to her ass.

"No. How did this happen? Your family?"

Melody backed up. "You have a lot more restraint than I expected."

I shrugged. Melody hopped up on the granite island and spread her legs. Her pussy was wet and open, the moisture glistening on her dark pubic hair.

"Deuce was the first. It was during the COVID lockdown. He caught Hank and I fucking. He didn't think I saw him watching us and masturbating. I'd never thought about incest, but seeing our son, well, it triggered something in me -- Hank, too."

Melody's right fingers toyed with her pubic hair and open pussy. Her left hand held one of her impressive breasts. She continued her story.

"The next day, I went into Deuce's bathroom while he was showering and joined him. He was a little, uh, freaked out? I told him I had seen him watching us while I masturbated him. He didn't last long, and his warm cum shooting on me felt awesome. He was still upset until I told him his dad knew what I was doing, and that he could watch us next time."

Melody reached out and took a cucumber off the counter. "Since you won't fuck me, and telling this story is turning me on, you'll have to watch me masturbate. Strip, Bob. I won't touch you, but I want to see your cock again."

I dropped my shorts and pulled off my shirt. Melody smiled. "This may sound odd, but I've only been with three men, two of whom you've met. I love your cock." She nibbled her lower lip as she slid the cucumber into her vagina. My cock flinched. Melody smiled. "I love to know I turn you on."

"Tell me more," I said as I stroked my cock.

"That night, we invited Deuce into our room. I'll keep this short. We told him to strip and watch. Well, that didn't go as planned. I was on my hands and knees, sucking Hank, when I felt Deuce's cock at my entrance."

"So, what did you do?"

Melody buried the cuke in her pussy and sighed. "What any good mother would do: I told my son to fuck me. Oh, and he ended up giving his mother a good fucking." Melody took the cucumber from her pussy and licked it clean. "We're having salad tonight. You good with that?"

"Looking forward to it," I replied.

Melody put the vegetable away and continued. "We thought we had it all under control until one night when, once again, I was on our bed on all fours, Deuce was behind me, fucking me, and I had Hank's cock in my mouth when the door opened. Anna walked in naked and said, 'What about me?'

"That night, we got to watch our daughter lose her virginity to her brother and get spit-roasted by her male family members. After that, our home was clothing-free and rule-free. It was months before we found out there was a phrase for our lifestyle: 'free use.'"

Melody turned and looked out the window. "They're headed back." She jumped off the island, colliding with me and taking my erection in her warm hand. "Go for it, Bob. She wants to fuck you." Melody let go and walked out the door as I dressed.

It was eleven when I followed Mom into the suite and closed the door. I went into the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth. Mom brushed by me as I came out, wearing that same long T-shirt, her nipples once again making two hard points.

I stripped, put on my cotton shorts, and got into bed. Mom had turned off the overhead light, leaving her bedside light on. I heard the sink running briefly. The toilet flushed, and the sink ran again for longer than it should have taken to just wash a pair of hands.

Mom stepped out of the bathroom and looked at the thermostat. "It was warm in here last night. Melody said the AC unit here is not working well." She turned to the bed and whisked off the light blanket. "We won't be needing this."

She pulled the sheet back, revealing me. She glanced as if checking to see if I was naked, then got into bed and pulled the sheet over her.

"Goodnight, Bob," she said as she clicked off the light and rolled over on her left side, facing away from me.

I lay there with an erection. Melody's 'suggestion' ran through my mind. Did she say that because she knew? Did my mother speak to her? Have the two of them had sex? I had no idea if my mother or Melody was bisexual, or if Melody was trying to instigate.

Was my mother just looking for a sign underneath the sheet? The casual nudity, the dildo, and watching me masturbate were all signs, but easily explained away by voyeurism and exhibitionism. I rolled onto my right side, facing the wall, and reminded myself again that watching isn't wanting.

I've read a lot of erotica -- no surprise there. How many times does the male character end up snuggled against the female, his hand holding her tit and his boner against her ass? It's comical, right?

I woke up some time later. The abundant moonlight that had illuminated Melody and Deuce the other night filled the room.

I was in precisely the position that I had so often mocked. I lay behind my mother, pressed against her, my right arm over her trim body, my hand full of a warm, firm, cotton-covered breast, and my erection -- still safely in my shorts -- nestled into the cleft of her ass. In my defense, it's a common occurrence with Barb, though we do not wear anything to bed.

I listened to Mom and determined that she was asleep. She felt good. I wanted to slip my hand under her shirt and caress her breast, but I took my hand off and carefully moved back to my side of the bed.

I lay there, trying to be as quiet as possible, enjoying the tactile memory of the feel of my mother's breast. I felt her shift next to me, and I crowded the edge of the bed to avoid contact as she moved the sheet off her. The room was warm -- not hot, but warm. I wanted to take the sheet off my side, but didn't want to let Mom know I was awake, fearing that she knew of my transgression.

The moon had set, leaving our room in deep darkness. I had done it again. I was against Mom, my hand holding her breast, and my hard cock, which poked out of the fly of my shorts, nestled in the cleft of her ass. It took a second for me to realize that my mother was naked. My hand held her breast, and her rigid nipple rested between my fingers. The sheet was on the floor, and I caught the scent of excitement.

As I moved my hand off and away, she covered it and pushed it back on.

"Touch me, please."

Mom's skin was warm and soft. We were both breathing deeply. The darkness gave us permission. I cupped her breast and pinched her nipple between my fingers. She sighed -- almost moaned -- and her trim hips pressed back against my erection.

"Move down a little," she whispered.

As I shifted my body towards her feet, she lifted her right leg, resting it on the other. My cock slid along her butt, leaving a trail of pre-cum until the head slipped forward, and I felt her pubic hair and wetness. Mom moved her hips until she had the head of my cock at her entrance.

"Do it."

I let go and rolled back. My mother gasped. "I'm so sorry, Bob. I thought..."

I reached over and turned on my light, then rolled back to look at her. "I'm going to make love to my mother, but I won't do it in the dark, like we are ashamed."

Mom's expression went from fear to desire. She reached out and cupped my face with her hand. "You have no idea what you have just started."

"Show me," I whispered.

Mom rolled onto her back. She placed her hands behind her knees and drew her legs up and out, displaying her pussy. Her pubic hair shone with her wetness. Her vulva was open, her clitoris, erect. A small rivulet of white trailed out of her vagina.

"Take off those shorts and come fuck your mother."

I stared momentarily, shocked by the change in my mother's demeanor, but my pause was brief.

I shoved off my shorts, moved over her, propped myself up on my elbows, and looked into her eyes. The head of my cock was once again nudging her wet entrance. Her legs were around mine; her heels rested on my thighs.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"I've been sure for years," she replied. "Stick it in me."

I angled my head, and our open mouths met as I entered my mother. The wrongness and her tight, wet warmth both pushed me to the edge, but I held back my climax as I slid my cock all the way inside. Her arms wrapped around me and pulled me tighter; her heels dug into the backs of my thighs; her tongue fought with mine as she panted around our kiss. I broke it to breathe and looked into her wild eyes.

"Faster," she said. "Harder."

I held her head in my hands for leverage and fucked her faster. I drove my cock into her; our bodies slapped together. Her pussy squished with her wetness. The bed slammed against the wall. I knew I wouldn't last, and she did, too. She saw it in my eyes.

"In me," she panted as she climaxed.

I felt my orgasm rising. "I love you, Mom," I grunted as I released.

My mother gasped. I felt her vagina flex as she came, moaning, "I love you, son."

I continued to fuck her until I felt my erection fading. I rolled off her and onto my back next to her.

"The circle is complete," she whispered.

"What did you say?" I asked.

Mom rolled towards me, and moved her leg over my left as she put her lips against mine. "That was worth waiting for."

I ran my hand through her hair. "I'm honored."

Mom's hand moved up and gently fondled my cock. "I hope you don't think that's it. Your mother is very needy, and I'm just getting started."

Those words, spoken against my lips, had my cock growing again.

Mom hummed in satisfaction. "Yes, nice to know you're still interested in an old lady after you've cum."

I ran my finger down her side and over. She moved to her back as my finger traveled over her belly and navel, to the edge of her pubic mat.

"You're not old," I said. "You're hot, and I've got plans."

Mom spread her legs wide. "What kind of plans?"

"I shouldn't be crude. You don't use those words."

Mom stroked my renewed erection. "When I fuck, all rules are gone. Tell me."

I put my mouth against her ear and extended my tongue as I whispered. My hand moved down and cupped her drenched sex. "I'm going to eat your pussy, lick out all of our cum, then finger your G spot while I suck your fucking clit. I want you to cum all over your son's face."

Mom shook, and I felt the flow over my hand. She growled, "Do it you dirty fucker. Eat momma's pussy. Make me cum."

I had an instant of introspection. Where the fuck did this person come from?"Get a pillow under your ass," I said, and Mom had it done in a matter of seconds. I got between her trim legs and enjoyed a close view of her pussy. I reached up and, as my mouth touched her sex, I pinched her nipples.

She gasped and pressed her hips up against my mouth. "Oh, fuck, more. Eat me, son."

My cum, mixed with her cum and natural lubricant, made a heady sex cocktail. I licked her starting from her anus, then up over her vulva, pausing to suck on her clit.

I moved one hand to her belly -- my palm flat against her, holding her down -- and the other between her legs. I slid two fingers inside her as I captured her clit with my mouth. I turned my hand, and my fingers found that spot just behind her hip bone. I pressed on it while I sucked her rigid bud.

My mother gasped. "Oh fuck, more, more, more."

Her body shook. She was climaxing. I pulled out my fingers and pressed my mouth to her vulva as she gasped, and the wave washed into my mouth. She convulsed, and a second wave followed.

She pressed my head away. "Oh, fuck that was good. You're better than... Enough, my turn. Roll over. Your mother is going to suck your cock."

The way she talked, it was evident that she was into the incest aspect of our sex. Mom got between my legs, took half my cock into her mouth, slathered her tongue over it, then released it.

"I cum a lot, huh?" she asked.

I gently touched her hair. "Yes, you do, and I love it."

Mom licked my cock. "How 'bout you?"

"I don't compare notes, but Barb is pregnant, so I cum enough."

"A baby? Oh my. We'll talk about that later. Can you cum three times?"

"Do I have to tell the story if I say yes?"

"No, just let me suck your cock and cum in my mouth. Then fuck me once more."

She looked into my eyes as she slowly slid her mouth down my cock, taking almost all of it inside. I gently held her head. Her tongue glided around the tip; her hand held my balls. She was in no hurry to finish me off.

I lay, propped up on pillows, and savored her skill at fellatio. She looked up at me as she suckled the head of my cock while stroking the shaft, then nibbled her way up and down my shaft while fondling my balls.

"You're good at this," I said.

"That's because I love you and I love sucking cock," she replied, "and now I'm going to make you cum."

My mother took me back in and sucked me in a nice rhythm, stroking the base as her warm, mouth slid up and down. She never stopped looking at me, which was the most exciting part.

After a minute or so, she moved her hand off my cock and between her legs. Then she nudged mine open.

"No, Mother," I said.

She ignored my weak protest, and I felt her wet finger at my anus, massaging her orgasmic fluid into the tight ring. She paused in her sucking and spoke around my cock. "Does Barb do this?"

"Yes," I said in a breathy moan.

Her finger pushed in, opening my ass, sliding in until I felt the pressure on my prostate.

"Does it make you cum?" she asked, smiling.

"Like a fucking cannon. Suck me, Mother. Make me cum."

She did, and I did. She took me deep as her finger massaged my prostate. I felt the wave overcome me, and my climax burst into her mouth.

I ejaculated twice more. She coughed but kept sucking. I tapped her head, and she released me, letting my fading erection drop as she moved up and lay on top of me.

I wrapped my arms around her, one hand on her perfect ass. She moved in, but paused. I pulled her in and we kissed, deep and hard. Yes, I tasted myself and didn't care. I had committed an act that was considered wrong, and I'd loved it. We were both adults.

Mom pulled back from our kiss. "Regrets?" she asked.

I clenched her firm ass. "Only that this didn't happen sooner. I had no idea."

She moved next to me, still half lying on me. "I am a terrible mother. I've thought about this for a long time."

I caressed her back. "How long?"

She sighed, "Since you were a teenager."

I stared at her. "Really?"

Mom blushed. "I became aware in your senior year of high school. You were a cute young man. I peeked in on you showering more than once and fingered myself. Do you think I'm a pervert?"

I kissed her forehead. "Little late for that, don't you think?"

Mom put her hand on my face. "Don't patronize me, Bob. I need to know if you're okay with this."

"Mother, I never saw you as a woman -- just my slightly disheveled, clay-smudged mother in baggy old clothes. That first night, when you came out of the bathroom, I saw you as a woman -- an attractive woman, even though you were my mother. I should have been surprised that I'd see you that way, but I wasn't. Then you watched Melody and Deuce. You didn't turn away, and when I joined you, you stayed. We watched sex and incest and got excited. It was then that I knew, given the opportunity -- and if you wanted to -- I would make love to you."

"You should know that, even though I was watching them, I was picturing my son putting his mouth on my pussy, drinking my climax and then pushing his cock into my forbidden cunt -- fucking me -- fucking his mother." Mom ran her fingers through my hair. "Why didn't you make a move? You watched me masturbate at the stable and the stream."

Mom rolled back, and I gently fondled her breast. "Because I felt watching wasn't wanting," I said. "Maybe you were just a voyeur. I saw your dildo in the bag, and I kept rubbing against it in the shower when you left it there. I pictured you fucking yourself in the shower, hopefully thinking of me. Watching you masturbate was more exciting than watching Deuce and Anna, and Anna and Hank. But, if I was wrong, our relationship would be damaged, and the possible pleasure was not worth the risk."

"Pinch them, son," she said. "It goes right to my pussy. I love the way you touch me. So, tonight? That was an accident?"

"Yes. I end up like that with Barb all the time. My body didn't know it was you."

"You were very hard," Mom whispered.

"Which time?"

Mom's hand slid over my abdomen and captured my growing penis. "The second time. I felt your cock twitch when you figured out that your mother was naked."

"Your hand feels nice. I was very excited to be next to your naked body, but still wary. When you asked me to touch you, I knew that my desire was shared."

"What about Barb?" Mom asked.

"We have an arrangement," I replied.

"An arrangement?" I rolled towards Mom. She rolled onto her back and reflexively opened her legs. "Again? So soon?"

I was over her again, the head of my cock at her lips. "I want to make love to you."

Mom rested her hands on my shoulders. "Please."

We started slow and gentle, but it ended up with me behind her, ramming her head into the headboard as I fucked her, my thumb deep in her ass, and her loosing a string of filthy orders to as she came all over my cock.

We collapsed in a sweaty mess.

"Shower?" Mom asked

"Together?" I replied.

We bathed each other tenderly, but did not fuck in the shower. We were spent. After carefully drying each other, we collapsed into bed. We had a long conversation during which Mom told me many things about her life I had never known.

When I woke up, Mom was gone. It's not the standard story where the mom wakes her son with a blowjob. However, I was not disappointed, I knew Mom and I were just beginning. I threw on a pair of shorts while looking at the destroyed bed and smiling. It had truly been an amazing night.

As I approached the kitchen, I heard Melody and Mom talking. I stopped and listened.

"Marcy, you look -- how should I say it -- satisfied this morning. Did something happen last night? I know you're aware of our unique family relationship, so you can answer freely."

There was a pause in the conversation. I think Melody was letting the silence work. She was aware of and had enjoyed us watching, and she'd let Mom know.

"Bob and I, last night... we, um..."

Melody finished for her. "Fucked. You and your son had sex, right?"
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