Incest/Taboo Mother & Son: A Love Story

Spring Break with Mom

This story is a continuation of "Christmas with Mom" and "New Year's Eve with Mom." To give it some semblance of continuity from here on out, all future parts will run under "Mother & Son -- A Love Story.

Sorry that continuing this tale has taken so long to get out to you. This proved to be a difficult part to write. What often hurts an incest story's credibility is how so many people suddenly get brought into the incestuous relationship. Whether the story is thinly disguised truth or simple fiction, the trickiest part is conveying a sense of reality. What I hope is to keep you wondering if many of the people and the places within this story are or were real. In the end as with all things, you decide. Either way, I hope you enjoy. I look forward to your comments and critiques. My inspiration is y'all.

P.S. Consider this a shameless plug, but if you didn't read "The Mark of Danteshwari" please give it a try. I think it was one of my better stories, but very few gave it a look. I really want to know what you think of it.

Isn't it funny, the little things that can keep you sane? At Christmas, my world was turned upside down as my greatest fantasies and desires came true. In a snow locked Chicago, my mother and I finally succumbed to our unrequited love and become soul mates, joined in body and heart. By New Year's Eve, our bonds were cemented permanently and we both know that, although it will take some years, eventually we will be able to carve out a life that will never again be lived separately.

But for the time being, we both ached from the physical distance that separated us. Mom and I had hoped to get together for a few brief days at the end of January or by St. Valentine's Day at the latest, but alas, that was not to be. One of my younger twin brothers took a bad spill on a ski slope in mid January. He fractured his leg in three places. Oh, he would recover, but he needed a lot of care. Mom knew her place was there, and I understood that -- it was after all, her caring, loving soul that drew me to her. But I hated the separation anyway.

The thing that kept me sane was a picture taken of us on New Year's Eve. We were at the Dinner Club and an employee was taking pictures for sale. I popped for the photograph and it arrived in the mail a couple of days after Mom went home. It shows two people who are intimate and very much in love. We are sitting on a divan where we were sharing a drink and resting for a moment from having danced most the night away.

Mom is curled up next to me, her short dress showing off a lot of thigh. Mom is leaning into me, her right breast almost spilling out her strapless, low cut dress, my hand cupping her left breast as only a lover can. Mom's hand is high up on my thigh. I remember that moment perfectly. We are happy and I am aroused. Slow dancing with Mom has kept me hard most of the night and at the moment she knows that her hand is dangerously close to the bulge in my pants. She is grinning mischievously into the camera. I can close my eyes and still smell her. Sweat mixed with that ever present hint of jasmine, with the scent of her arousal delicately mixing in and wafting around us.

Whenever I started to feel too blue, I took the picture out. I studied it as I grew hard, remembering the feel of Mom's soft skin, the taste of her mouth as we kiss. I would remember the utter perfection of Mom's body against mine and the way we seem to fit perfectly body against body, mouth to mouth and cock to pussy. I usually masturbated then, calling out to Mom as I ejaculated. I missed her so bad. The winter and the cold went hand in hand with my misery and I knew it was even harder on her.

I at least could sit here and look at this picture and masturbate and call out to her. Mom was stuck in a house that held the ashes of a dead marriage. She loved and loves the twins, but they were much like the old man in their attitudes and behavior. I have no doubt they love Mom in their own way, but for too long, they have viewed her more as a convenience and live-in servant than a mother and woman. I cannot imagine how lonely she must have been.

Winter was long and passed slowly. I went to class and to work. I did what I must, but my mind and heart were not in it. My thoughts lingered on my mother and the question of when I would see her again. I called home once a week, but she was never really able to talk. I couldn't write for fear that the old man might open the letter by accident. Mom haunted my dreams, beautiful and often naked, but almost always just out of reach. Winter was long and it passed slowly, but Spring was coming and I knew with Spring, my one true love would be with me again.

My dearest love,

There aren't words to describe how much I love you and how much I miss you. I know you're lonely, son. I'm lonely too. Each morning, I wake up, the need to be in your arms so great, I almost cry when I roll over and you're not there. In the evenings, sleep comes hard because I am not curled up with you, feeling your body warm against mine, our sweat slowly drying after making love and your seed inside me, reminding me of my sweet son and lover.

Stay strong, John. I know that our day will come. We will steal our moments in the meantime and they will be all the sweeter for the rarity of their occurrence. I miss you so much, sweetheart. I roam through this house that is no longer my home, aching to turn and see your smiling face and rush into your arms and kiss you and let our love sweep us away.

When your brother's asleep, I steal into your bedroom, trying to absorb your presence there. I step into your closet and hold your clothes to my face, inhaling your scent and remembering us intertwined on your bed, joined together, you swollen inside me. When I can, I lie on your bed and imagine you here with me, making love to me, making me moan and squirm. I play with myself, pretending you are deep inside me until I find some release. It is never fully satisfying, but it will have to do until I am in your arms again.

Soon, darling, it will be soon. Your little brother mends quickly and arrangements are being made. Your spring break is coming and I have such plans for us. Be patient, my love, I will be with you soon.

Love,

Mom

I read Mom's letter again, my body rocking a bit as the El rolls along.. It came two weeks ago and Spring Break was now upon us. I haven't heard from Mom since the letter. My last call home, my brother answered and told me Mom was out shopping. I chatted with the dork for a while, but hung up finally, frustrated that I didn't even get to hear her voice. I finished my last mid term and collected my check from the bottling company. My supervisor kidded me about taking a week off and "goin' down to Florida and sniffing out some young tail," as he passed me my paycheck.

I got off the train at my stop and walked down the street to my apartment building. The weather of early April was still cool enough to wear a heavy sweater, but you could smell Spring in the air -- like the world was coming back to life after a too long hibernation.

I walked upstairs and stopped at my door. It is open. It had been locked when I'd left. Either my heart's desire was about to granted or my television would be missing! I let my bookbag slip from my shoulder so I could sling it at a dope addict and stepped warily in the room. It was dim, the shades drawn and utterly quiet. And then I heard her voice -- to my soul it was like a drink of cold water to a man dying of thirst.

"Hello, my love." I turned and saw my mother leaning against the kitchen counter, lovelier than I remembered. Another man passing her on the street might note a pretty, middle aged woman, but to me, my mother was the most beautiful woman in the world. Mom stands five foot, four inches tall and has black hair. It had been longer the last time I saw her. She'd cut it shorter, almost a pageboy and very becoming -- it framed her lovely face drawing attention to her big, brown eyes. Mom had on a tight, V-necked sweater that showed off her tremendous cleavage as the material molded itself to her heavy gourd-like breasts. Her bra did little to hide her erect nipples. She was wearing a knee high skirt that emphasized her shapely calves. My cock began to swell just at the sight of her.

"Mom!" I said softly and then I was moving and we were in each other's arms, our lips pressed to each other as our tongues became reacquainted. Her body felt so right pressed against mine. The flames of passion raced through us as we hugged each other tighter. My hand caressed her ass cheek over the material of her skirt and then I started to bunch the material up until I could feel the soft as butter skin of her ass. I squeezed and then ran my finger upwards until I touched her panties.

Mom broke the kiss, giggling and trying to wriggle out of my groping grasp. "Stop it, son! We don't have time."

I pulled her close and nuzzled her throat and whispered, "Then we need to make the time. We need to make up for all the time we've been apart."

Mom replied with a deep throaty moan and pressed herself against me as I again squeezed her ass cheeks. I ran my tongue along the curve of her upper breast and with my free hand, placed her hand on the jean covered bulge in my crotch. Mom sighed again and after briefly squeezing my blue jean covered cock, again pushed me away.

Mom's face was flushed as was her upper chest. Again she laughed and shook her head. "I'm serious, John. We have to go. We've got a plane to catch!" She picked up an envelope from the kitchen counter and waved it at me. I could see the symbol of a major airline on the envelope.

"A plane, Mom? What plane?"

Mom giggled again and hurled herself back into my arms. "The plane that's taking us to Florida, you silly boy!" Mom was having fun teasing me and enjoying every minute of it. "It's Spring Break and Momma is taking her lover son to Florida." Mom kissed me, rubbing her breasts against me as she did so and then slipped one last time away from me.

Bending over, she lifted up my duffel bag and handed it to me. "I packed for you, son. Let's get moving before we miss our flight."

In the car, on our way to O'Hare, Mom laid it out for me. "Your brother is able to get around pretty well now and I told your father I was going to take a break and visit your Aunt Debbie." Mom grinned like the cat that ate the canary. "I think your father was suspicious until I told him I was taking you along to get some sun." Mom stuck her tongue out at me and gave me her best naughty look.

She went on. We had a 1:00 flight to Tampa and would pick up a rental car there and drive on to Aunt Debbie's home on up the coast. "I figure we'll be at Debbie's by six o'clock," Mom said. "We should have just enough time to walk on the beach before dark, son."

"Sounds great, Mom," I replied, trying to sound enthusiastic. I gave Mom a half-hearted smile.

Mom looked at me curiously. "John, is something wrong?"

I shrugged and tried not to sound disappointed. "If we're staying with Aunt Debbie, we won't have many chances to be -- uh, be together, will we?"

Mom responded with a loud, amused, "HA!" She eyed the traffic ahead and then reached over and trailed her fingernails over the bulge in my jeans. "John, your Aunt could care less if I fucked you right on the living room rug. I'm going to have more trouble keeping Debbie away from your big cock, son."

Mom had to work hard to keep from laughing. I guess my stunned look was pretty comical looking. Mom patted my thigh as she navigated traffic. "I thought you knew, son. Your Aunt Debbie is a slut." She winked at me and added, "I guess it runs in the family!"

I tried to get Mom to expand on her comments, but she stalled me just as she had about the comments at Christmas about incest running in the family. As we parked at O'Hare, Mom simply said, "It will be easier to explain once we're at your Aunt's in Florida, sweetheart. Be patient a little longer, son and Momma will make it all clear!"

We spent our time on the flight, cuddled up, drawing some raised eyebrows as we kissed and made out between bouts of catching up. Just to kiss Mom again was like finding religion. I knew that the world still turned and everything would be alright.

Off the plane in Tampa's humid weather, Mom ducked into a restroom and changed tops, trading her sexy sweater for an equally sexy cotton pullover with a deeply scooped neck. I instantly recognized that Mom has shed her bra as well and the light green cotton blouse molded itself tightly to her tits. As Mom noticed my appreciative stare, she blushed slightly and I watched as her nipples swelled and stood out prominently. The blouse was so tight I swear I could see the little bumps covering her areoles. My mouth watered and it was hard to drive our rented car up the coast as my eyes kept drifting over to Mom who was sprawled sexily in the passenger seat, flashing her panties at me whenever she got the chance. There was a very dark wet spot in the middle of her crotch and I realized Mom was just as horny as I was.

It was a two hour run up the coast to Aunt Debbie's. She had a two bedroom bungalow two blocks from the Gulf Coast shoreline. She lived in a little bitty town, populated by graying hippies and other refugees from the 1960s. In those days, the area was extremely liberal, not yet having succumbed to Reaganomics. It would eventually get the tourist treatment and all the residential neighborhoods are long gone, replaced by fern bar restaurants, T-shirt shops and ugly, multi story hotels. But back when, it was a helluva place for a private vacation.

Only getting lost once, we found Aunt Debbie's street and pulled into her driveway, stopping behind a vintage 1965 convertible Mustang. We had barely climbed out of our rental when the front door opened up and Mom's sister came bouncing down the drive, crying out, "You're here, you're here!"

Aunt Debbie is a piece of work unlike any other. She was then forty-five years old, almost three years older than Mom. She was a lanky five foot, nine inches tall and had a finely sculpted body -- not a spare ounce of fat on her aside from what Mom later confirmed were almost authentic tits. Like Mom, Aunt Debbie is big breasted, but where as Mom was satisfied with an all natural appearance, Debbie had work done to perk them up. She paid well for good work and they were light years beyond the bowling ball look that so many get with plastic surgery. Her hair was bleached blonde which suited her personality and appearance.

Aunt Debbie came running down the drive wearing a bandana halter top and the shortest shorts I have personally ever seen on a woman. Her long legs were perfectly sculpted and toned, accentuated by stiletto heels, her stomach was flat and she was almost every man's wet dream. If Mom wasn't around, I'd have found her incredibly hot. (Okay, I did find her hot, but to me, Mom was the ultimate woman, everyone else came in a far back second place).

Mom ran up to meet her sister and they jumped into each other's arms. They locked lips and it took me a minute to realize they were French kissing while hands roamed freely over both bodies.

When they finally stepped apart, Mom turned with her arm around Aunt Debbie's waist and gestured to me. "I know it's been six years, Sis, but you do remember your nephew John, don't you?"

Aunt Debbie looked at me with such frank lust that I felt my face begin to burn. She slipped from Mom's embrace and moved towards me. "Oh My God! This little boy with the glasses grew up to become a fucking hunk of man! Damn, Carrie, you hooked yourself a stud!" Aunt Debbie threw her arms around me and ground herself against me, throwing one leg up and wrapping it around my back, lifting herself up to kiss me.

Like she did with Mom, she wasted no time offering me her tongue and out of surprise more than anything, I accepted it and offered her my own. We kissed passionately for what seemed at least a minute, her rubbing her crotch against my jean covered cock which was swelled to the point of being uncomfortable being constricted by all that denim.

It was only when Mom growled, "Down, you slut, this man's mine!" that my aunt let me go. Suddenly, I was one horny and confused young man. Mom and Aunt Debbie moved off towards the house holding hands while I lugged in the bags.

Inside, I found both of them cuddled up on a leather couch, hands fluttering as they chattered excitedly. Mom looked up and said, "There's my motherfucker!" in a voice that conveyed her lusty delight at having her son being her lover.

Aunt Debbie grinned lewdly at me and I said in a ragged voice, "So, um -- Aunt Debbie knows everything about us?"

Mom nodded and replied, "I've never kept any secrets from my big sister, son. I called her up and told her about us the day after I got home."

Aunt Debbie chortled and said, "Of course, it runs in the family, so it doesn't come as any surprise."

Before I could follow up that remark, Mom gently elbowed her sister and said, "Well, John and I haven't discussed that yet -- maybe we can talk about some of it later tonight or tomorrow."

My aunt snickered. "You've at least told him what a slut you were when you were younger, haven't you?"

Mom began to blush herself and grinning like a little girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar, replied, "Well -- no real details." Mom looked up at me and said, "Maybe tonight, we can talk about it."

Laughing, Aunt Debbie climbed off the couch and said, "This is gonna be so much fun!" She pointed at a big sun shaped clock on the wall and said, "But if you're going to visit the beach today, you better start shaking those asses. You've got maybe two hours of sunlight left."

Mom began hurrying about. She dug into one of her bags and pulled out two bags. Handing me one, she said, "Here, baby! Run in the bathroom and change!" Then she turned around and headed to what I guess was the guest bedroom. She paused at the door and gave me a mischievous grin that made my heart pound and said, "Hurry! Momma's got a big surprise for you!"

In the bathroom, I discovered to my horror, that Mom had bought me a Speedo bathing suit. I opened the door a crack and hollered, "I can't wear this in public. I'll get arrested!"

Aunt Debbie laughed and said, "Honey, around here, you can wrap your boner in a band-aid and it will be legal."

I pulled the Speedo suit on and looked at myself in the mirror. I'm glad I keep myself in good shape, but I had to blanch at seeing so little of myself covered up. I basically covered my balls and cock and for the first time, I had a vague idea of how a thong must feel! In my embarrassment, my cock had dropped to about half mast. I was worried that if I got hard in this thing, it was going to be very snug! I'd have to be careful or something might decide to peek out!

Feeling my face blushing, I stepped out of the room. Aunt Debbie was sitting on the couch and gave a long wolf whistle. "Hey, hey, little sister, you need to get out here and check out the package on this stud!" My aunt winked at me and palmed her crotch, rubbing it vigorously until we heard the door to Mom's bedroom open.

"Well, what do you think?" Mom asked in a voice that held both naughtiness and uncertainty. I turned and was almost floored. I had seen Mom scantily clad to the point of scandal before and I had seen Mom naked. Nothing had prepared me for the incredible carnality that Mom now put on display.

Mom had on a bikini or at least it would have been a bikini if there had been more cloth to it. As it was, it was a bikini top consisting of two triangular pieces of light green cloth and some string. The top barely covered Mom's nipples, leaving much of her areolas exposed. Tit flesh jiggled and overflowed the material. I would not have covered a dime bet that the strings would hold up for more than 10 minutes.

The bottom was a bikini thong that consisted of a slightly larger strip of light green cloth that barely covered Mom's sex and did not hide much of her unruly bush of dark hair. The cloth molded itself to Mom's cunt mound, her labia lips evident. To complete the ensemble, Mom had on a pair of high heeled sandals that highlighted her shapely calves and her lovely, but meaty thighs.

Mom spun around, confirming that it was indeed a thong she was wearing as her lovely ass jiggled into sight. "So, John, do you like Momma's outfit?" Mom asked coyly!

All I could do was nod for the longest time. Mom giggled and walked up to me, pressing herself against me as she palmed the growing bulge in my Speedos. "Oh my!" she whispered in my ear. "I think my son approves of my outfit!" Mom looked up at me, pressing her massive tits against my bare chest. My stunned silence seemed to make her nervous. "You do like it, don't you, son. You don't think its too nasty, do you?"

I smiled, seeing my Mom vulnerable like this made me love her all the more. Remembering our conversations over Christmas about how Mom had yearned for years to express her powerful sexuality filled my heart with joy that she was finally living her dreams. "You're beautiful, Mom," I whispered back. "And nasty and sexy and glamorous and I will love whatever you wear." I kissed Mom, my hands cupping her bare ass cheeks and pulling her up and against me. My fully erect penis was threatening to burst loose from my swim trunks. When our kiss ended, I added, "I don't think you could ever be too nasty, Mom!"

Mom grinned and wiggled her lush body against mine, "I will consider that a dare, John."

Aunt Debbie pointed out that we would soon run out of sunlight and after kissing us both with that wicked tongue, pushed us out the door. With Mom on my arm, we began to stroll towards the beach two blocks away. My initial embarrassment quickly faded as Mom's confident sexuality erased any doubts and my pride for the incredibly sexy woman on my arm grew as we went down the sidewalk.

The area was not crowded, but there were many people out and about. Mom drew some hoots and car horn honks from passing cars, but more direct and thrilling were the stares and whistles and appreciative looks from our fellow pedestrians. Two young mothers, pushing baby carriages side by side stared openly at us. One was redheaded and seems to have a slight frown of disapproval on her face, but the other grinned broadly and gave me an appreciative stare and gave Mom an even longer look, hunger evident in her face.

Two old men, retirees I suspect, had a chess game set up on a folding table in a front yard. From their lawn chairs, they ceased playing to watch Mom and me strut by. Mom winked at them and moved merrily on, quite aware that with little constraint, her large tits and meaty ass cheeks were bouncing in rhythm with our steps.

One of the old guys let out a long sigh and nodding at me, said loudly, "Boy, you are one lucky motherfucker!"

I grinned back and said, "Man, you have no idea!"

A young teenaged boy, delivering afternoon newspapers stared stunned at Mom's bouncing breasts until he ran into a trashcan and crashed, spilling newspapers everywhere. Mom and I tried not to laugh as we helped him up and gathered up his papers. He never said a word, just kept his eyes locked on Mom's almost naked breasts, until we moved on, anxious to see the Gulf of Mexico.

And finally, there we were, standing on the white sands of the town's beach, staring out at the glittering blue-green waters, a warm wind blowing in from offshore. Mom and I held hands and walked down the mostly deserted beach. This place had not been 'discovered' yet and so it was almost only locals and of course, one deeply in love, incestuous couple. It was easy to imagine Mom and me alone, the only people in the entire universe.

"I missed you so much, John," Mom said. "I wasn't prepared for how much I would miss you."

I slipped my arm around her waist and pulled her close as we walked, enjoying the simple touch of her hip against my leg. Even that was enough to arouse me and my cock was at full mast. Mom was excited too -- her thick nipples were erect and stretched so tight against the cloth that I could make out the little crinkles in her large, rubbery nubs. "I missed you too, Mom," I replied. "I don't think I realized how badly in love I was with you, until I didn't know when I would see you again."

"I can't tell you how many times I wanted to just walk out the door, darling and come to you," Mom whispered. A sad little smile crossed her face, "But, as much as I love you and ache for you, I'm..." Mom's voice faded.

I pulled her a little closer to me. "You're a Mom with responsibilities," I finished for her. "It's okay, Mom. I wouldn't have fallen in love with you if you weren't the most loving Mom in the world." I stopped, turned and faced Mom. "We will have our time, Mom. We'll steal the moments we can until you don't have any obligations." I took her left hand and lifted it up. She was still wearing the wedding band I had given her. "Once we're both free, I'll put this wedding band on you for real and we'll never have to spend another day apart."

Mom smiled at my little speech and stood on tip toe in the sand to kiss me. Just as her lips met mine, she whispered, "Don't forget the nights, son. When we are free to be ourselves, we'll never spend another night apart."

Mom and I kissed. We kissed for a long time, tongues twirling and dancing, feasting on the taste of each other, unable to quench the hunger we had for each other.. People occasionally came by, but we were pretty much oblivious. We were close to the shore and we began to feel the water roll in washing over our feet. The tide was starting to come in. The sun was still above the horizon -- sunset was perhaps forty-five minutes away.

As our kiss ended, Mom looked at the sun above the western horizon and then nodded towards it and led me by the hand into the water. It was amazingly warm and felt good on our aroused bodies. Mom and I danced and jumped around splashing each other until we found ourselves waist high in the water -- or waist high on me - almost tit high for Mom.

We moved together and embraced and Mom literally let herself float upwards, wrapping her hands around my neck as we kissed. Mom's left breast rolled free of her bikini top as she rubbed against me and I felt her rubbery nipple drag up my chest. Mom hunched her bikini clad pussy against me and said in a quiet and eager voice, "I need you inside me, John. Fuck me right now!"

Hanging onto my neck with one arm and floating in the water, her legs spread on either side of me, Mom reached down and tugged my Speedos down far enough to free my aching, throbbing erection. "Oh, Mom!" I gasped. "I have missed you! I have missed this!" As Mom pulled the crotch of her swimsuit to one side, I cupped Mom's meaty cheeks and lifted her up, oblivious to everything around me. Mom spread her legs and I felt my cock brush her thick bush before touching wet, slick cunt flesh and with a moan that mingled with Mom's sighs, I eased her down on my cock.

I was trying to be gentle, but Mom pressed downwards and in as her legs wrapped around my back, her heels digging anxiously into my butt cheeks. She leaned back a little, her fingers intertwined around my neck and cooed, "Yessss, son! Fuck me, baby, with that fine cock!" Mom hunched against me, worming my cock in and out of her fiery pussy, while I struggled to maintain my balance in the water and to hold onto her, the most important woman in my life.

Mom threw her head back, her lips curled in a snarl of incestuous pleasure. Mom moved on my cock back and forth, the movement making her meaty, heavy tits bounce around hypnotically, the nipple on her exposed breast swelling to the point of bursting.

Around us, life went on. A young woman jogged down the beach. An old man glanced at us once in a while as he ran a metal detector across the sand. A couple strolled by, throwing a Frisbee to a golden retriever and giggling as they ogled us. Maybe the very naïve would think we were simply embracing out in the water, but even with Mom's back to the beach and our joined cock and pussy slightly under the waves, it had to be unmistakable that we were fucking. Nobody seemed to care.

In and out, Mom pistoned her hips, never letting me go completely, her bushy muff tangling with my wiry pubes as she would grind herself against me, savoring the sensation of my hard penis inside her molten pussy, before slowly sliding upwards, her labia clinging to my cock shaft, stubbornly resisting the withdrawal of my cock.

I ducked my head and got my lips around Mom's rubbery nipple. I slathered my tongue back and forth across her blood engorged nub and then gently bit down on it, making my mother moan. I sucked on Mom's tit as if I was drawing milk from it and Mom groaned, "Don't stop, John! I love it when my baby sucks on Momma's tits -- I always have!"

Water swirled around us, pushing against us, but I kept my balance and used the motion of the waves to thrust into Mom's molten pussy flesh as she continued to fling her pelvis against me. I drove my cock deep inside Mom's womb, our pubic hairs tangling as we ground ourselves against each other before Mom slowly pulled away and then we did it all over again, both of us moaning and grunting with the sheer pleasure of cock sliding inside pussy, pleasure amplified by the knowledge that we were mother and son and in love!

Too soon, I felt the irresistible urge and pulled Mom close, sinking deep within her cunt and gasping, "I'm gonna cum, Mom. I'm going to cum inside you, Mommalove!"

Mom managed to moan, "Yes! Cum in me, son, make Momma -- OHHHHH!" before I began to ejaculate and flooded Mom's womb with my hot semen, triggering her orgasm in the waning minutes of the day. We kissed hungrily as our bodies melded into one being with a single purpose, to carry out the ancient desire to procreate with the one you love. Mom's cunt massaged and milked my cock, demanding my steaming seed that it had been denied for so long. I hugged Mom to me tight, trying to sink as much of myself as I could inside her warm, motherly womb, delighting in the pleasure and comfort that only a mother can provide.

As our orgasms receded, the world seemed to be suffused in a heavenly golden glow. I thought at first it was simply the effect of our long denied sexual delight, but realized the sun was about to set and had turned the ocean around us gold with its warm rays. It was a beautiful setting to be in as we savored our first orgasm after so many weeks apart. "It's good to be home, Mom," I whispered with a grin, rolling my hips to prod Mom's insides with my still mostly erect penis.

Mom smiled back, her eyes still glazed with the intensity of her orgasm. She slowly squeezed my cock with her muscles as she replies, "It's good to have my son home, right here between my legs where you belong, John."

As the sun began to sink below the horizon, I waded towards the shore, still inside Mom, her legs still wrapped around me. Finally as we reach the edge of the beach and with some regret, I lifted Mom up off me and sat her down on the ground. Her legs are shaky and she hung on to me keep her balance. A few people stroll by us, giving us amused glances as we tuck each other back into place.

We recovered our shoes and slowly strolled back towards Aunt Debbie's home. The light was getting dim -- dusk had arrived, but Mom still drew appreciative stares as we walked. Mom giggled as she tried to adjust her bikini bottoms. "It keeps rolling off my pussy," Mom whispered to me. "And I think your jism is running down my leg."

I glanced down and sure enough, her swimsuit had managed to roll to one side, exposing Mom's hairy bush and her still open labia. My semen was leaking out and a streamer was making its way down Mom's left inner thigh. Mom was embarrassed and excited with her audacious behavior. I was in awe at my mother's awesome sexuality unleashed to its full potential for the first time in my life. Further, it gave me great joy to see Mom revel in her unleashed carnality.

By the time that we reached Aunt Debbie's, we were both shaking with desire again. We stepped around to the back of the bungalow where Debbie kept an outdoor shower for showing the ocean water and sand off. Mom got it running and we both jumped under the showerhead, letting the slowly warming water sluice ocean, salt and cum off our bodies. Shivering under the initially cool water, Mom and I hugged to share body warmth which immediately led to hugging and then the touch of her skin made me mad with lust. I ripped the scant strands of fabric off Mom's body while she tugged down my Speedos, freeing my again proudly erect cock.

Mom lunged at me, kissing me fiercely, grinding herself against me in a sinfully delightful manner. I shivered at the touch of my mother's bare breasts flattening against my chest while her hairy bush humped against my erection. I pushed her back against the wall of the fence wall that separated Aunt Debbie's property from her neighbors, holding Mom's hands up above her while I kissed her and took little love bites on her sweet neck.

Mom bit my lip and moaned, "Fuck me, John. I need a good son fucking right now, dammit!" She twisted around in my grip and thrust out her ass. Mom leaned over, jerking free of my hands and leaned against the wall. She shook her meaty ass at me and hissed, "I need my son's cock, fuck Momma now!"

I reached out and spread Mom's ass cheeks, raising them up slightly and with a fierce growl, rammed my cock home. Mom cried out as I sank my cock in her to the hilt, sobbing, "YESYESYESYESYESYESYES!" at the top of her lungs. I leaned over Mom, kissing her neck as I plunged in and out of her steaming pussy. I brought my hands around and found Mom's heavy hanging tits, squeezing her full tits and pinching, milking her swollen nipples.

Mom's pussy gripped at my cock like slick, fiery velvet as I moved back and forth, her muscles clamping down hard as my cockhead neared the entrance of her cunt, refusing to let her son escape completely.

Mom's body shook delightfully to my incestuous assault, thrusting back to meet my cock and envelop it as I buried it deep inside her again and again. Mom's moans just inflamed my need and I was like a rutting bull, anxious to please my mother and to again find the primal release that only she seemed to be able to provide.

"Oh Goddd," Mom sobbed as an orgasm began to explode inside her. I felt her knees begin to go and I eased us down to the concrete. We were both caught up in our incestuous desires to mind the discomfort of kneeling on concrete. Now on hands and knees, Mom and I fucked as the warm water rained down on us, mixing with our sweat in the humid air, creating a fine mist of our mixed scents.

At the height of her orgasm, Mom threw herself upwards and back, pressing herself against me as her hands flew around purposelessly. She turned her head and we kissed, our tongues courting and darting together. I wrapped my arms tight around her and held her against me as I suddenly exploded again deep in her womb, shooting jet after jet of semen even as she came again, bathing my cock in her fiery cream. My left hand was pressed against Mom's belly and I could feel her muscles there fluttering and jumping as orgasmic pleasure wracked her body.

Mom moved suddenly forward and off my still spurting cock, spinning around on her knees and catching the next shot of my semen across her face before she could get her mouth around my cock.

I groaned loudly as suddenly Mom had my oh-so sensitive cockhead between her lips, sucking on my cock and slurping up our mixed juices that coated my shaft. Mom's fierce hunger was incredible as she became an avatar of incestuous love, sucking my cock dry of my semen. I shook with delight as Mom's tongue reacquainted itself with my penis, lovingly caressing it and cleaning it of semen and pussy cream.

Finally we were in each others arms, kissing again and sharing the taste of each other. I reached up and fumbling, turned off the shower. Our chests were heaving for lack of oxygen and we embraced and kissed and whispered little words of endearment to each other.

As we came back to earth, we were suddenly aware of more moaning. Glancing out of the shower area, we saw on a chaise lounge, Aunt Debbie, naked and sweaty, three fingers plunging in and out of her pussy at tremendous speed, already in the throes of an orgasm. Her cunt was spread wide and I could see that Aunt Debbie kept her pussy shaved bald unlike Mom who is as natural as it gets. Debbie's nipples, longer and thinner than Mom's were standing up, one being pinched hard by her free hand as she finger fucked herself while staring at us.

We watched Mom's sister masturbate until she came, thrusting her pelvis up while burying most of her hand in her cunt, never saying a word, but moaning constantly until it became a long, drawn out cry of lusty fulfillment!

She collapsed back onto the lounge chair and watched us as we struggled to our feet and walked towards her, still dripping wet from our fuck in her shower. Aunt Debbie struggled to speak, but failed at first. She shook her head and then coughed. "That is -- was, the most beautiful sight I've seen in more years than I can remember, Carrie," Aunt Debbie gasped. "The last time I saw anything like that was Daddy and..." Aunt Debbie couldn't finish, but pointed at us and grinned.

I looked at Mom curiously. Daddy? Their Daddy? With who?"

Mom, her face flushed from lovemaking seemed to be turning redder. I started to speak, but Mom put a finger to my mouth. "Shush for now, son. Let's get inside and have dinner and then..." Mom paused and grinned down at her sister who was still idly twirling her fingers inside her slick, hairless cunt. "And then, the three of us can have a chat."

I went on inside while Mom and her sister talked. I glanced back as I went in the patio door. Both women were laughing and Debbie had her free hand idly sliding up Mom's inner thigh and I couldn't help but gasp as I watched Mom give a little jerk as her sister palmed her hairy pussy. I wanted to stay and see what happened next, but decided to give them a little privacy. I have to admit I was a little jealous and more than a little mind blown. Mom was my lover and I was envious of anyone touching her besides me and it was freaking me out a little that my Mom and my Aunt were acting like old lovers. I had never really considered Mom and another woman before -- although the thought made me stiffen up considerably!

Mom came in a little while later, a little smile on her face that turned into a broad grin as she saw me dressing for dinner. "Um, honey, you know Debbie tends to practice nudism. I figured we might as well go comfortable as well." Mom approached and kissed me, gently stroking my again erect cock. "Are you okay with that?"

I shrugged and replied, "I suppose so. I hope nobody minds if I walk around like this." I wiggled my hips and made my hard-on wave around.

Mom laughed and said, "Well, just be sure that you don't hurt anyone with it." She gave my penis another affectionate caress and added, "And make sure you don't stick it in anyone besides me." She paused and winking at me, said, "Unless you get permission from Momma first!"

Dinner went well. I was distracted by the presence of two very lovely and naked ladies. Aunt Debbie had prepared us a seafood dinner -- lots of shrimp and scallops and to Mom's amusement, oysters. Aunt Debbie just shrugged her shoulders and said, "Well, you know John's a healthy, growing boy hanging out with two horny women. I figured he would need all the help he could get."

Finally, we finished and after cleaning up the dishes, we moved to Aunt Debbie's bedroom where we climbed up on the biggest bed I have ever seen. When Mom complimented her sister on its size, Aunt Debbie laughed and said, "When I fuck I like to have lots of playroom."

Mom and my aunt had me climb up between them and we relaxed against the headboard. I looked expectantly at both of them. Aunt Debbie had a naughty grin. Mom's smile was much more uncertain and she was blushing.

"Sooo, Carrie. Where should we start?"

Mom shrugged and then said, "Well, I'm not sure. I was going to start with you, but you let slip about Daddy..."

They both giggled and I rolled my eyes in exasperation. "Okay, ladies -- I'll tell you what -- why don't I ask some questions." Mom and her sister giggled again and nodded. I took a deep breath and said, "Mom and I are not the first to be in an incestuous relationship in our family, right?

Mom bit her lower lip while Aunt Debbie nodded and replied, "That's correct."

I felt my heart beating faster as I asked, "Who was the first?"

Aunt Debbie looked at Mom and nodded. Mom licked her lips and in a quiet voice replied, "Daddy -- your grandpa and your great-grandmother, Polly."

My eyes opened wide in surprise. I never knew my grandfather, Tom. He'd died when Mom was nineteen. But Mama Polly! I was thunderstruck. Mama Polly had passed away when I was twelve. She had been one of my most favorite people in the world -- the uber grandmother type. Mama Polly fucked her son? I looked at my Mom and could only say, "Um, wow!"

Mom nodded. "Daddy and his mother became lovers before he married Mama. They were lovers up until he died."

Aunt Debbie chimed in, "Yep, we were teenagers when we found out. Almost walked into Polly's house one afternoon and saw them through the screen door. Mama Polly was bent over her kitchen table and Daddy was giving it to her good and hard!" She sighed and said, "One of the hottest things I ever saw -- just like today!" She laughed and reached down to stroke my fully erect penis. "Good god, Carrie. Your son's cock even looks like his, doesn't it?" I glanced over at Mom to see how she was reacting to her sister touching my dick, but my mother just winked at me.

Mom sighed, "Yes, but John's is a touch longer." There was motherly pride in her voice and I felt myself swell, but then her words sank in and I turned to her and said, "How do you know, Mom? Did you and Grandpa Tom -- were you lovers."

Mom blushed bright red and shook her head. "Not ready to talk about Daddy and me, not yet." Her voice sounded strange, a little strained.

Her sister jumped in and said, "You ever seen a picture of Daddy and Polly?" Aunt Debbie reached behind me for an inset shelf in the headboard. From it, she pulled out a thick photo-album. She flipped to the first page. It held a large picture of my grandfather and my great-grandmother. It was a normal photo. They were both wearing 1950s era clothes, Grandpa Tom in a suit and tie, his fedora hat set at a rakish angle.

Mama Polly was wearing a flowered dress, her immense bosom almost overflowing the modest outfit, showing off cleavage and clearly straining the buttons up the front. She was even then a chunky woman, full figured and short, all tits and ass. They were sitting on a small couch (a divan, maybe), and Polly was leaning into Tom. Even with the conservative setting and clothes, they didn't look like mother and son, they looked like passionate lovers. The way they held hands, the tension in their bodies and the gleam in their eyes -- you couldn't help but know these two were lovers.

I looked at Mom and grinned. It reminded me so much of the New Year's Eve photo of us. "Did they know that you two knew about them being lovers?"

Mom nodded. "Yes. Probably right from the first time we peeked at them. Daddy finally set us down and told us that loving family wasn't wrong. That between two people who love each other that way, there is no sin in God's eyes." She sighed and continued. "Daddy taught us both that sex was natural and something to enjoy and that as long as you didn't force or hurt someone, who you love is alright."

"And Daddy certainly practiced what he preached, didn't he, Carrie?" giggled Aunt Debbie.

"Hush, you terrible slut," Mom shot back. "I told you, I'm not ready to talk about that yet." She pointed at the book and said, "Go on and tell him about you and me."

I turned my head quickly to stare at my aunt, feeling my cock swell as I imagined Mom and her together. "You and my Mom -- you've been lovers?"

"Well, it seems natural, doesn't it? Your Mom and me, we got our Daddy's blood in us. We both were fascinated with sex and we shared a room until I left home when I was twenty-two. Just seemed natural we'd become a couple of slit-lickers!" Aunt Debbie flicked her tongue out and waggled it at Mom who laughed, her voice full of amusement and embarrassment.

Aunt Debbie went on. "By the time your Momma graduated high school, we already had a reputation for being sluts. It drove our mother crazy knowing we were known for being cock suckers!"

Mom snorted. "Well, I was certainly a cocksucker in those days. I never met a dick I didn't like or sucked!"

Aunt Debbie turned some pages and stopped at a display of several black and white photos. "Check it out, John. You mother was one hot slut in those days," teased my aunt.

I studied the photos and gasped. They were of my mother and she was young -- maybe eighteen! The first pictures showed her in a poodle skirt and a tight V-necked sweater, her large breasts high and pointing at the camera, her exposed cleavage daring for the times. The following pictures showed her in various forms of undress, top off, bra and panties and finally stark naked. I felt my cock throb in my aunt's hand as I stared at the teenaged version of my mother - tits setting high and proud, her hair long down her back and even then, a thick patch of pubic hair between her legs. Her figure was much trimmer then, with a flat stomach, hips not yet widened by pregnancy. "You were beautiful even then, Mom," I said in an awed voice.

Mom sighed and said, "Thank you, John. I'll never see that figure again!"

I tore my gaze away from the photo album and turned to my mother and kissed her. "You're even more beautiful now, Mom," I said. "I wouldn't have you any other way!"

Aunt Debbie crinkled her nose and said, "Awww, aint love grand, Little Sister?"

I turned to the next page. "Whoa!" I exclaimed. Aunt Debbie had joined Mom in the pictures, looking tremendous in the buff. They were in somebody's back yard and posing for naughty cheesecake pictures with each other.

"That was the summer after I graduated High School," Mom said, "I came up to visit Debbie and Luke."

I looked confused. Aunt Debbie cleared things up by adding, "Luke was my first husband. He died in Vietnam in 1966. He's the one taking the pictures." I turned the page and gasped again. The pictures became more graphic. Mom and my aunt were kissing and touching in these pictures. The setting changed to a bedroom and I felt like I was about to cum when I looked at a picture of Mom, her mouth gaping open in the throes of an orgasm as Aunt Debbie licked her cunt!

The next page held pictures of Mom returning the favor! Aunt Debbie's lips were curled in a ferocious sneer of pleasure and her long legs were spread wide as Mom had what looked like two fingers in her while she licked her sister's fat clit. In the pictures, her pubic hair was much like Mom's, but trimmed to a neat rectangle.

I turned again and looked at my mother. Her face was bright red and she looked a little nervous. Nodding, Mom said, "I want to be honest with you, John. I haven't been with a woman other than Debbie since I was married, but I wanted you to know that I like pussy as much as you."

Aunt Debbie turned the page and again I looked at pictures that absolutely stunned me. I was looking at my mother as a teenager -- on her knees alongside her sister and both were licking a long hard cock. The man in the picture well muscled and had a square jaw and a buzz cut head. I could see part of a elaborate tattoo on one forearm. He was grinning at the camera while Mom and Aunt Debbie ran their tongues up his erect shaft.
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