Incest/Taboo Mother Was a Real Bitch

Growing up, I often fantasized one day I'd become Superman. Like him, I was raised by 2 oldies who did their best to make me a decent person. At 10 years old, Dad was 56 and worked for Boeing. Mom was 48 and was a part time employee at the local Walmart. Every evening, Dad arrived late, ate dinner, sat with me for half an hour, and then slept until early the next morning. Mom's work allowed her more free time. She used to help me with homework and drive me around. Both of them were sweet, and smiley and always made sure there was nothing missing to make my life more enjoyable. I recall asking them how come I was conceived at such an old age, and they didn't have more children. They glanced at each other, giggled, and didn't answer.

In elementary and high school, most of my free time, I spent playing baseball and basketball games with my friends. On occasions, we sat on a bench nearby and chatted. Most discussions were about sports, but sometimes, we gossiped about other students, teachers, and the neighborhood.

One day, Neal mentioned that a new female neighbor moved across the street from my house. He saw a U-Haul truck bring her stuff and help her move in. Neal did not see a man. However, over the years, I watched significant changes in our area, including people leaving and new ones coming, so I ignored Neal's announcement.

At 17, my father became sick, suffering from high blood pressure and congestive heart failure. He had to leave his job, retire, and stay mostly at home. Mom took more shifts at Walmart to supplant Dad's modest retirement income and was less available for me at home. Fortunately, by then, I had a driver's license and could drive my used Nissan Sentra. I needed Mom less than before, drove Dad to his appointments with his cardiologist, and did the house shopping. It continued for a year until our summer vacation. College would start in 3 months, but for now, it was a long overdue vacation.

One day, Mom gave me a list of stuff to buy at the nearby Costco. I went to the store and hurried, remembering I promised my friends to meet at the basketball court in an hour. As I rushed my cart across the corner, it hit a woman sideways, and she fell. I helped her up and apologized. She stared at me and said, "Young man, drive more carefully next time." As she moved away, I noticed her limping and approached her, "Ma'am, I am sorry I hit you. I was in a hurry. I see it still hurts. May I help you carry your stuff and bring it to your house?"

She smiled, "You said you were in a hurry, so forget it."

"Lady, I feel awful. Please let me do it."

"OK. By the way, you are Ian, aren't you?"

I was surprised, "How do you know my name?"

"I just moved across the street from you. I heard one of your friends call you and remembered. By the way, my name is Ivy. Ivy Alisson Nash."

"Nice to meet you, although it would have been nicer to have done it under different circumstances."

Ivy chuckled, "God works in mysterious ways, doesn't he?"

I put in my cart both our food items, and then drove to her house. She asked, "Will you please place it on the kitchen table? My side still hurts, and I want to rest before putting everything where it belongs."

I did as she asked and then left. I brought our stuff home and joined my friends. After 2 hours, the game was over. I went home and showered. While there, I remembered the woman in Costco and wondered if she felt better. I searched for her phone number and called her, "Ivy? This is Ian. Just wanted to know you were OK."

"It still hurts a little, but much better than before."

"Look, I feel bad. Will you call me if you need anything else in the next 3 days?"

"Ian, you are a good guy. I hope I do not need anything, but if I do, I'll call."

Three days later, Ivy called, "I wouldn't have phoned, but I'd appreciate it if you could come to Home Depot with me. I think the stuff I wish to buy will be too heavy for me."

"I'll be happy to do it. Be at your door in 15 minutes."

Ivy wore a summer blouse and a summer casual skirt. It was the first time I got a good look at her. She was probably in her late 30s, 5'6", 130 pounds. Her face was cute and framed well with her shoulder length dark hair. Her waist was tiny and widened nicely upward and downward from there.

Ivy gazed at me and noticed I ogled her. She remarked, "Ian, you look at me as if you haven't seen an almost 40 years old woman before."

I blushed, "Sorry. With these clothes, you look half your age..."

She smirked, "Are you flirting with me? I am MUCH too old for you."

I blushed again, "No, I didn't mean..."

She giggled, "I was kidding. Let's go."

During the drive, Ivy asked, "Tell me a little about yourself and your interests."

"I turned 18 two months ago. I'll start college soon. I love basketball and action movies, and dream about seeing the world."

She whispered, "Just like your father..."

I said, "I didn't know Dad liked basketball. He never talked about it or watched it on TV. You are new around here, how do you know my father?"

She smiled, "It was only a joke." It may have been a weird joke but I liked Ivy.

At The Home Depot, she bought certain tools and various flower seeds. When we were back at her house, I said she could call me if she wanted my help with her new flower garden.

"Ian, it's nice of you, but it's your vacation. Wouldn't you rather spend it with friends than with an oldie?"

"I play with friends too much. Helping you will be something useful for a change."

"Thank you. In return, I'll give you a nice piece of cake."

"Lady, my help is worth more than a cake. Can we agree on a cup of coffee too?"

"You are greedy, but yes."

Several days later, Ivy phoned, "I planned to work on my flower garden this weekend, so if you still want your coffee and cake, show up."

Ivy did the right thing and watered the soil the night before, so it was much easier to dig and plant everything. I did most of the work. After the first hour, I was sweating and removed my tee shirt. As I continued working, I was aware of her eyes checking me. Then she went to the kitchen, brought a pitcher with cold lemonade, leaned before me, and poured it into my glass. The lemonade was cold and sweet, but my eyes were glued to her chest. As she bent before me, her blouse separated from her chest and revealed a pair of nice tits covered with a nude-color soft bra. Damn, this woman was sexy! I didn't think she did it on purpose, but I wasn't sure.

When the work was done, she invited me inside. In front of me were coffee and 2 pieces of cake - A chocolate and a cheesecake. I chortled, "We agreed on a single piece of cake. Is this a prepayment for future jobs?"

She laughed, "Ian, are you joking, or you need extra money to spend during your vacation?"

"I like you. So far you haven't given me work that was worth more than a cake and coffee."

"Do you want to do work around the house for money?"

"Tell me what you need and I'll see if I can help."

"You have seen the front yard, where we planted the flowers. The backyard has a jacuzzi I haven't used yet, 3 trees I do not like, and a dwelling unit that has to be cleaned."

"It's a lot of work, so I'll charge you $10 an hour. But I am willing to convert the payment to a movie ticket. So for the next 3 hours of work, instead of paying me, you can join me at the movies."

Ivy stared into my eyes, "Are you telling me you wish to see a movie with me?"

"Yes."

"Are you serious? Why me? I could be your mother. Why not take a sweet young girl?"

"Because you live alone, I caused your side pain, and... I like you."

"Honey, are your eyes OK? Perhaps you require eyeglasses. Inviting an old broad to the movies may raise eyebrows."

"Why should I care what others think? Anyway, you look great, and I have no doubt if you dress properly, you'd look half your age which would make it my age..."

Ivy smirked, "I hope you don't hate me and plan to mur*er me in the theater, right?"

I grinned, "Not yet, but if, on our next project, I do not get decent coffee, I might change my mind."

The following week I was at IVY again. I brought the chainsaw, cut down the 3 trees she didn't like, and further cut them into smaller pieces. I loaded everything onto our truck and dumped it in the nearest landfill. Ivy watched me work from her bedroom window. When I was done, she gave me iced coffee and 2 pieces of cake.

She smiled, "You are sweaty. Do you want to shower here?"

"I'd do it if I had clean clothes. I better do it at home. Next time, I'll fix your jacuzzi. I'll bring a swimsuit and check if it works properly."

As I munched on the delicious cake, she asked, "Are you sure you'd rather have me go with you to the movies than get $30?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"What movie did you have in mind?"

"You choose. I want to spend time with you not thinking about work."

"Ian, if I wasn't realistic, I'd say you are trying to make a pass at me."

"... would it be a bad thing?..."

"Definitely. You are way too young for me. I like you and like talking to you, but more than that is out of the question."

"Why? What would you like to have in a man that I do not have?"

"Honey, let's talk about it some other time. As I said - I DO like you!"

I faked whining, "You like me, but not enough to date me. I ask for a reason and you ignore my request. I hate you."

Ivy giggled, "Stop being funny. One day, we'll have a long talk."

"One day. You mean 5 minutes before I die?"

"Stop that! So what about the movie?"

"As I said - Either YOU choose or give me a clue about your preference."

"I like romantic comedies, dramas, old French movies, and even action films, as long as the killings are not the main theme."

"I'll go home and call you later with 3 options. Then you'll choose."

I texted Ivy the names of 3 movies: 'Poor Things, The Nature of Love, and The English Teacher with Julian Moore at Landmark Theater.'

She responded 10 minutes later, 'I love Julian Moore.'

'I'll pick you up at 6 pm.'

Ivy came out wearing a short black dress and 3" heel shoes. Her face was flawless with a touch of makeup and light red lipstick. My eyes trailed her body and I commented, "Ivy, until now, I liked and flirted with you. But now, I think I am in love. For every work you wish, you go out with me."

She laughed, "Ian dear, it's still the same old me. I just changed my clothes and added cosmetics."

"Say what you want. My heart whispers it falls for you."

"Honey, be nice. I like you but you exaggerate."

"If I was older, would you date me, or I have other flaws you didn't tell me?"

"Sorry. I hate to admit it but I am lesbian."

"I don't believe you. You are looking for excuses to deny me. What's wrong with me?"

She kept quiet, took my hand in hers, and we entered the theater. We found a corner couple's seat and munched on popcorn until the movie started.

When the lights dimmed, Ivy turned to me, "Are we OK, or you are still upset I rejected your generous offer?"

"I hate you and will never ever forgive you for as long as I live."

She grinned and placed my hand around her shoulder, "Here, now, be a good boy and concentrate on the movie."

The movie starts when a young guy who's show failed in New York arrives back in his old town, and his former teacher tries to help him by producing his play at school. Soon after, they become emotionally involved and develop intimate relationships. Did I know the subject before selecting the movie? Of course, I did. Did I mention it to Ivy? No...

When the 2 actors began to have feelings for each other, I gently caressed Ivy's shoulder.

She gazed at me, "Were you trying to suggest something by choosing this particular movie?"

I chuckled, "YOU were the one who selected this one." She sat quietly, and I saw tears in her eyes.

I whispered, "I am sorry. I didn't think you'd take it so negatively."

She leaned her head on my chest and murmured, "You don't understand..."

"I don't care to understand. I want you. Period!"

The Movie ended, and we went out. We did not discuss the film. We were silent. I wished I knew what her reservations were, but deep down, I understood that unless she was ready to tell me, nothing would change her mind.

"Ian, when can you take care of the jacuzzi?"

"What do I get for doing it?"

"Cake, coffee, and another movie."

"Cake, coffee, and a kiss."

"You mean on my cheek or forehead?"

"On your lips."

"No - Cake, coffee, and use the jacuzzi."

"Only if you are in the jacuzzi too."

She sighed, "OK. You are so stubborn."

"Be there in less than an hour."

I arrived, having on shorts and a simple short sleeve shirt. I checked the jacuzzi's electrical equipment. It looked fine. The plumbing worked as well. I cleaned it from debris and leaves and began filling it using hot water. I noticed the water pressure was high and I expected it to fill in less than an hour. When I finished, I was dirty and sweaty.

I smiled, "May I have the raincheck now and use your shower?"

"Of course. Take as much time as you want. In the meantime, I'll prepare your cake and coffee."

I knew that by filling the jacuzzi with hot water, I wouldn't have any left to shower with, but I was too hot anyway. I showered in cold water, dried myself, and put on only my Speedo. As I came out to the kitchen, Ivy looked at me and gasped. I knew I looked good: I was 6'1" and 185 pounds of mostly muscle due to my rigorous outdoor activities.

I smiled at Ivy, "I hope you don't mind I didn't put my shirt on. It wasn't clean, and once I finish my coffee, we'll go to the jacuzzi anyway."

She ogled my body unabashedly, "Ian, you are handsome, have a great athletic body, smart, funny, and a good human being. Why do you resist having a young girl your age? I am sure the 2 of you will have more common subjects to discuss than with a grumpy oldie."

"Lady, will you stop offending the girl I am interested in? Unless you tell me what bothers you dating me, this subject is off the table." She turned back and moved to her bedroom. As she passed by me, I saw tears in her eyes.

I savored the tasty fresh cake and drank leisurely the coffee. After 3/4 of an hour, Ivy was still in her bedroom. I checked on the jacuzzi. It was about 60% full. The water temperature was about 90 degrees. I suspected the rest of the water would be cooler. Despite being only for 2, it would take at least another half an hour for the jacuzzi to heat the water to the desired 100 degrees.

I knocked on Ivy's bedroom door and said, "I am going to the jacuzzi now. Join me when you are ready." And then I went out.

Ivy appeared 10 minutes later wearing a yellow bikini. I whistled, "Ivy, watching your breathtaking body, my heart stopped. Will you do CPR on me?"

She grinned, "Thanks for the compliment, but I do not know how to resuscitate."

"I'll be happy to teach you: You start by kissing... I meant to say breathing into the person's mouth and then you massage... Sorry, compress the chest rapidly."

Ivy laughed, "Is your scheme to teach me by me doing it on you or vice versa?"

"I have my preference, but I am willing to compromise and let you decide."

"You are very naughty. I have no idea why I let you drag me into your deviant plans."

"Because despite your objections, you like me."

"I do..."

"So why, for god sake, you fight me?"

"Honey, if I tell you, you'll be shocked."

"Talk."

She entered the warm water, standing close to me, inspected my face, and said, "Because I am your mother..."

I moved back, "What do you mean?"

"The 2 'parents' are your adoptive parents."

"I don't believe you. They would have told me a long time ago."

"When you were growing up, they wished to spare your feelings. They told me once you're 21 they'd tell you the truth."

"If you are really my mother, how did you give me away?"

"I never wished to give you away. I had no choice. I got pregnant when I was 19. The guy, who you are his carbon copy, was not ready to marry me and asked me to have an abortion. I refused, believing pregnancy was a sacred present from god. After my refusal to abort you, the guy disappeared and I never heard from him again. My parents were very strict and looked at me as a criminal. Either I delivered you away from home and give you for an adoption or I was to leave my home with nothing. After having you, your 'parents' volunteered to adopt you as their own. The last thing I was allowed to choose for you was your name, so I called you Ian."

"How do I know you are telling me the truth?"

"You can ask your adoptive parents, but it's better to let them choose the time to reveal your secret. But I can give you a clue. Do you remember my full name?"

"Ivy."

"Ivy Alisson Nash. What do you get if you combine the 3 initial letters?"

"Ian... Where are you from originally?"

"We lived in Boston. My father died 5 years ago, and my mother 2 months ago. I moved here after their death to be close to you and watch you grow up. I never imagined we'd end up so close in such a short time."

"Do you believe in god?"

"I believe in something. You can call it god or fate. Why?"

"Don't you see? Something made me bump into you, and the rest is history."

"Even if this is the case, perhaps the meaning was to unite us as family, nothing else."

"Ivy, how can I tell the good people who raised me that now I wish to disown them as my legitimate family?"

"You don't. Just add me to the mix."

"But my feelings toward you are nothing like what I feel toward my adoptive mother..."

Ivy tore again and whispered, "I don't know what happened to me. I was so rational when I first met you, and lately, I feel the same way toward you..."

"Ivy... mother... may I kiss you?..."

"I don't know anymore. I am so cold..."

I moved in her direction, lifted her chin tenderly, and kissed her lips lightly. She moaned and her hands hugged me tightly. I kissed her forehead and raised her face again for a French kiss. Her lips parted and my tongue invaded her moist mouth. She groaned into my mouth and her body clutched to me.

Her covered tits poked me, hardening my pecker. Soon, it stood between us like a huge pole.

She murmured, "Now that you know I am your biological mother, you still want me as your... date?"

"Mom, I want you as my friend and lover. I want all of you."

She watched my face, "Son, what am I going to do with you?..."

"Give up and let me care for you."

"Let's get out of the whirlpool. It's warmer in the house."

When we entered the house, I noticed Ivy was shivering. She announced, "I take a shower and be out soon."

She entered the bathroom and... left the door ajar. It may have been an honest mistake, but I wanted to believe it wasn't. I waited 5 minutes, and when I heard the water running, I opened the door slowly.

With the water pouring on her amazing naked body, Ivy stood behind the shower's glass door and watched me. She did not try to cover her body. I felt my cock extending and about to rip my swimsuit. I lowered my Speedo and let it fall on the floor. My member jolted forward and up.

Ivy had a little smile as she saw me open the shower door and move in her direction.

She whispered, "I wondered how much time it would take you to join me."

I kissed her sweet lips gently, "Mom, you are so beautiful..."

She hugged me, "I wanted to touch you as much as you wanted to touch me. But I was scared to death. First, I gave my baby away, and now I am falling for my son and about to commit an incest..."

"Mom, please, we are 2 adults who fell in love with each other. It's nobody else's business. The way I look at it, as long as you do not get pregnant, no harm done. Even with pregnancy, the risk is low, but the baby may still acquire rare genetic disease. Again, I love you and want you as a lover more than anything else."

Mom turned her back to me, "Would you be nice and soap my back?"

"What do I get in return?..."

Her arm leaned on the wall and her face hidden. I could barely hear her, "I give up, honey. Whatever you wish."

I rubbed the soap on her smooth back and advanced closer to her. My raging cock nestled in her crack. She moaned and moved her ass slowly up and down on it. After finishing her back, my hands moved to her front, cupped her exquisite tits and massaged them. She leaned on my body and said, "Ian, I am afraid to lose my balance and fall. Please dry me and carry me to bed."

I chuckled, "What do I get in return?" She giggled.

I dried her thoroughly, concentrating on her boobs. Despite my efforts, they seemed to still be wet, and I had to suck on them to ensure they dried appropriately... She smiled, "My baby."

I dried myself and carried her to her bedroom. As I lay her on the sheet, her face turned to my groin and her palm grasped my penis. I stood by the bed and watched her kissing the tip. Then her lips enveloped my erect cock and pulled it gradually into her hot mouth. In spite of not practicing for a long time, her technique was flawless. Not that I was experienced, but I knew if she continued, I'd climax in seconds.

"Mom, please, stop it or I'll cum shortly."

She didn't verbalize her answer, but her head up and down nodding told me she wanted me to orgasm in her mouth. I flooded her oral cavity with a massive torrent of slimy spunk. To my amazement, she didn't try to spit it. Ivy swallowed it all, and when she was done, she grinned, "Honey, it tasted like raw oysters. Did I mention I like oysters? Next time you work in my house, we should go to a seafood restaurant."

"Mom, I came but you haven't."

"Ian, do I look worried? I bet in half an hour you'll be ready again."

"What is wrong with now?"

She peeked at my growing pole and commented, "You just came. Don't you want to rest for a while?"

"Not at all. Who knows, you might regret it and send me away..."

She grinned, "Not a chance. I made peace with my brain and have no intention to let go. You are mine."

I smirked, "Does it mean I can get coffee and cake too?"

"Honey, if you are nice to me and fuck my cunt the way I know you can, I'll consider it..."

I moved between her spread legs and rubbed the spongy head with her nectar. Then I advanced gingerly into her drenched pussy. Mom's eyes closed, and she moaned. I proceeded forward, conquering her last treasure.

When I was all the way inside, she murmured, "You are huge. Your penis impales me..."

"Good. Your cunt feels so warm and accepting..."

"Honey, don't forget 'and hungry..."

I started ramming my tool in her box. I've read a lot about sex, but my prior experience could be summed up with a simple word - zilch. I had no clue whether I was supposed to push deeper, go faster, or be more powerful...

If I dared, I might have asked Mom, but the last thing I wanted to do was break the newly formed bond between us. I elected to improvise. I pounded her harder and heard her groans becoming louder. I accelerated further. Suddenly, her body quivered in my arms, and her fantastic tits swayed wildly from side to side. Mom started whimpering. For the first time, I was able to watch a woman experiencing an orgasm. And it was no other than my own mother...

I felt my cock continue to expand in Ivy's vagina. The longer I continued to drill her hole, my organ began aching, demanding to cum, and the sooner the better. I watched Mom's grimace, kneaded her nipples, and shoved my pole one last time before ejecting my whitish spunk into her. It felt even better than Mom's oral job.

We relaxed and rested for 20 minutes before Mom opened her eyes.

I said shyly, "You are so beautiful... I loved everything we did. When can we do it again?"

She grinned, "What do I get in return?..."​