Incest/Taboo MSD3 # Pt - 01 Mom & Son give GF a Ride

All characters in the story are over the age of eighteen and consent to all activities. The characters and storyline are of course fictional and bear no resemblance to anyone I know. It contains incest and mild domination. If these do not excite you, then I fully understand if you do not read on.

"Wake up sleepy heads." Her voice comes through the haze of my dream. The dream of my mom sucking my cock. The dream of my girlfriend's face contorting in ecstasy as my sister plunges a fat dildo into her pussy. "Mmmm," I respond as a hand gently rocks my shoulder.

"Lewis, Buttercup, time to get up."

I dozily open my eyes and Mom is leaning over me and smiling. She looks different. Her hair maybe. Her face? Is it the make-up? No, no make-up. Same but different. Her face is close to mine. Her long blond hair hangs toward me, her bright blue eyes piercing my heart, her lips full and sensuous, glistening slightly. I want to reach up and touch them.

Mom is wearing a kimono-style dressing gown, large flower white print on a green background. My eyes drop to her cleavage as she is bending over me, her dressing gown hangs forward away from the skin. Her naked body is underneath. The beautiful naked body that I was touching last night. That I was fucking last night. Beautiful. Definitely beautiful. She speaks again, quietly, smiling. She knows exactly where I am looking. Maybe I imagine it, but I think she bends forward a liitle further.

"We have to get Emma home, sweetie. I've put some juice there for each of you" she motions to my bedside table.

I look to my left, and my girlfriend Emma is on her side, facing me, still asleep. After last night's exploits, I'm not surprised. I move my hand over to her and stroke her hair. She murmurs before opening her eyes to look at me.

"Ah. There she is. Good morning Emma," my mom whispers making Emma look up at her, still in dream state. Her eyes adjust, and, like me, I see her mind adjusting to the memory of the night before.

"When I called your mother last night, I told her that I would have you home by lunchtime, so we had better get moving soon. There's juice next to the bed for you both. Get showered and I'll see you downstairs when you're ready for breakfast. We'll take your Dad's car, mine is still at the golf club. All right Buttercup?" She places a hand on my shoulder again and looks at me with the question.

I turn back to her and nod. "That's great mom. Thanks."

She smiles again and walks towards the landing. We both watch her hips in the kimono sway away.

Stopping just before the bedroom door, she looks over her shoulder, back at us.

"Oh, I nearly forgot, I put a pair of Lewis's sister's panties on the bed for you Emma. Your panties are still wet from last night. I'm wearing those today."

With that, she slips the Kimono from her shoulders and lets it drop, revealing her bare back, only catching it at her wrists. We both see her arse, barely covered by Emma's little white panties from the night before. The material pulled between her large, jiggling arse cheeks. She glides out of the room with the kimono hanging in an arc below her bottom. Before we can say a word. Before we can process it. Leaving us with our mouths open in shock.

We sit up in silence, not really knowing what to say or do. We both take a swig of juice. Put the glass back down. Another swig. I finally break the silence.

"Shall I shower first, you relax here for a bit. 'K?"

"Sure. Sounds good." Emma replies.

I kiss her, slip out of the duvet, still naked from the night before, and pad over to the en-suite. My large cock semi-hard. The results of my dream, and what has just happened with my mom. My large cock that last night I realized is more impressive than I thought. The girls loved it, they couldn't get over how big it was. I'm definitely standing more proud today. So is it.

I don't waste any time in jumping in the shower, washing my hair before grabbing the shower gel and foaming up my body. With the memory of the night before still raw in my head, it's tempting to jerk off. It's too tempting in fact, so I take my cock in my hand, put my head under the water, and start to play with myself. I'm imagining my mom's hand doing what mine is doing. Wrapping her fingers around my large girth. Tickling my balls with her other hand. Her lips about to touch it. Her mouth about to suck it in. It's not long before I am fully hard. I put a hand on the wall in front of me to keep me steady. The water cascaded over my head, my face, and down my back. Running down the arch of my arm onto my cock. I pick up speed, my fingers and palm wrapped around me, my thumb riding the top. Sliding the skin back and forth, squeezing the muscle. Allowing my fingers to tickle the head as they touch it.

Through the water, I hear the Shower door slide open. I jump in shock and turn around. My shock turns to embarrassment as Emma stands before me, looking at my rock-hard cock. She is beautiful too. Slimmer than Mom, slender arms and legs, small pert breasts, and a little gangly, she is still growing into her body. Last night has helped, she grew last night. Learned things, tried things, did things.

"I'm sorry, I just needed to. You know. I'm sorry." I stutter.

"Never be sorry about feeling horny Lewis. Just tell me next time. Whenever. Night or day. Just call. I'll come."

With that, she drops to her knees on the wet shower floor, puts her hands around my thighs, and grabs my buttock cheeks. Her head glides forward and she starts to feed my big cock into her mouth. Slowly at first, remembering her lessons from the night before. Opening her throat so more can feed in until she has my whole length inside her mouth. Her body moves backward and forwards, pivoting on her hips. I put an arm out either side of me. My cock slides in and out of her mouth. The water flows over my shoulders and down my chest, onto her dark hair, her head and face, down and over her breasts, as she keeps taking me in and out. My hips start to move in opposite motion to her, thrusting forward as she comes to me, pulling back as she pulls back from me. Deeper down her throat, she gags and splutters, but keeps going. We speed up. She sucks me in. Her tongue wrapping around my cock as it slides into her throat. She whips me out of her mouth and slides me between her wet breasts. Pushing them together as tightly as possible to encase my cock. My cock hitting into her chin as it pushes upwards. Her face looks up at me as I watch my cock fill her cleavage and her hand play with the tip.

She takes me back in her mouth, sucking greedily, her hand moving around my cock as it slides in and out of her mouth. Sucking my balls. Licking me all over. Gagging and slurping on my cock. Saliva and the warm water from the shower spilling out. All the time looking up at me with wide eyes.

She sits up straighter and bobs her head quickly up and down, just half my cock able to enter her mouth, but the change in pace and the tightness of her cheeks around my cock makes me gasp and tense my body, my arse, my cock.

I take her hands in mine and raise them above her head, I place them on my chest and hold them against me. She clamps them onto my nipples. Her body drops back down, supported by my arms holding hers, and I push myself into her mouth completely. I fuck her mouth over and over, fast and deep. Her head is being thrown backward with each thrust I make. Her hands scraping my chest, holding on. Her cheeks closed tight squeezing my cock with every movement as she gags. Faster, faster. "Aghhh". It doesn't take me long to cum with shaking legs and an explosive grunt and groan. She tries to swallow but some of my cum spills out across her lips and chin, quickly washed away by the water flowing across us.

I hold her hands tight. She sucks everything from me before letting my cock slip from her mouth. It slides down her breasts again. I can hear her heavy breathing through the rain of the shower. I help her stand and hold her close. My softening cock slipping down her stomach and between her thighs. We let the warm water flow over and between us.

She taps my buttocks with one hand. "Off you go then. That's you done. My turn to get showered now."

We kiss, I taste my cum in her mouth before we part and I move past her. A little shaky still on my legs.

We manage to get dressed without more playtime, move downstairs, and have a quick breakfast.

Mom has changed into a black leather mini skirt that I have never seen her wear before and a low-cut leopard-skin-print top. The neckline plunges into a V, revealing her amazing cleavage and the tops of her breasts where I can make out the hint of her nipples as the skin changes color just before being covered by her lacy black bra. The top has three-quarter-length sleeves that extend her arms from her body, making her tits look bigger, and her arms look leaner. She completes the ensemble with knee-high leather boots, hugging her calves. Are they Sam's from last night?

"Ride upfront with Mommy, Buttercup," Mom says as we leave the house and walk over to the garage toward Dad's Chevvy Suburban SUV. Sitting up front and not behind with Emma is surprising, but I open the passenger door and climb up. Emma climbs into the back seats, slots in behind me, and straps in. It's dark and cool inside, with plush black leather seats, chrome detailing, and spotless. My Pops loves his car.

"I'll take the scenic route over the coast road. No rush," Mom says as she fires up the engine, car dash screens waking up and lights flashing. She turns left out of our drive towards the hills and the clifftops. Emma's house is the other way, but neither of us says anything, she has got us nervous, unsure, waiting for something to happen. It's not long until it does.

After about two miles, we pull up at some stop lights. "Ah... I just need to get comfortable." She wriggles in her seat and slides her short leather skirt up her thighs until we can each see Emma's white panties. She was right when she told us they were still wet, dark patches cover where her pussy lips must be underneath.

"They feel lovely against my pussy Emma. Thank you. I think I will keep them." She sneaks a look behind at Emma who looks back with wide eyes, nodding.

"Move into the middle would you baby and spread your legs for Momma Pussy. Let me see Sam's panties on you." Emma readily obeys. I now have a sight of my Mom wearing my girlfriend's panties and my girlfriend wearing my sister's panties. What the fuck! Sam's panties are crotchless. Bright red, lacy. I didn't notice in the bedroom. They cover very little of Emma. Her pussy lips press through the open material, already glistening from the excitement of wearing them. I can see everything.

"Same rules as last night, you can't touch yourselves or each other unless I say so. Lewis? Emma?"

With what is already filling my eyes, this is going to be tough, but we both nod.

"Emma, Baby, take your top off and remove your bra. I want to see those little titties too."

Emma hesitantly looks at the windows on either side.

"Don't worry, Baby. Dark glass. Privacy glass. Only we can see you." Mom says seeing her uncertainty. Emma obeys. She's wearing a fitted white top in like a soft microfibre, with a round neckline and long sleeves. It's cropped, showing her slim stomach. She pulls it over her head, her dark hair gathering before falling back across her shoulders. I could see her nipples through her top, and as she removed her white bra her nipples popped out, hard, pointing.

Mom looks in the rearview mirror. "That's better, baby. You have lovely titties. Not big and juicy like mine, but perfect all the same. Now close your eyes for Momma Pussy."

Emma again hesitates but obeys.

"Good girl."

I try to swallow, my throat already drying, my cock already on the move. Mom pats my thigh and rests her hand there. "Pay attention, Buttercup."

She starts speaking softly. "Darling Emma. Baby. I'm going to talk to you. I'm going to ask you to do some things. Nice things. Firstly slowly run your tongue along your top lip. From one side to the other... Now all the way round, along your lower lip. Slowly run your tongue around your lips. Feel the tingle across them. Feel them getting wet, just like my wet pussy, Baby. A very wet pussy. It is wet because of your panties Emma. My pussy juices with your pussy juices. Soaking the white material of your little panties. Wet like your lips now. Can you visualize it? With your eyes closed, can you imagine my wet pussy lips pushing against your panties, making them wetter and wetter."

Emma might have her eyes closed, but I don't. I can see the little white panties. I'm staring at them. Mesmerized by them. My mouth has gone from dry to watering in a matter of seconds. I can see little movements of the material as her pussy is pulsing inside them. As her body moves in the seat, as we drive along the street, over bumps, and round corners, I see more change in the color, the shade. Fuck I want to touch my cock.

As Mom continues talking I drag my gaze back to Emma.

"I hope your lips are nice and wet now baby. Run your tongue across the back of your teeth now. Slowly again. Feel the ridges, the curves, the roughness. Along the top set of teeth. Now around the bottom, slowly. The tip of your tongue pressing against them. Mmmm. Now along the tops of your teeth, probe with your tongue. Focus on your tongue, the sensations, the tenderness. Run it over them. Slowly... Now gently poke your tongue out through your lips. Make it as wide as you can, can you feel the wetness against the side of your lips, hold it there, allow the wetness to grow. Now poke it forward as far as you can, keep going, flatten it, reach it forward, strain your neck, push the tongue forward, make it as fat as you can, now curl it. Imagine my finger in your mouth, wrap your tongue around my finger as I slide it in. Breathe in. Suck in."

Emma's mouth is contorting to obey the commands, her head pushing forward, her neck pulled tight, her tongue curled. Air being drawn into her mouth, sucking the air in, I can hear the moisture. Mom is looking in her rearview mirror or looking at the road, serenely talking to Emma.

"Mmmm. My finger is wet now. Stop sucking baby. I need my finger back. Keep your mouth open. I'm putting a finger on your panties now. The wet panties that are covering my wet pussy." Mom takes her hand from my thigh and slowly moves across her own mound. "Mmm. It feels good. I can feel the wetness. I want to put my fingers inside them, Baby. Inside me. Do you want to put your fingers inside me too?"

"Yes." It's slight, almost silent but the word is unmistakeable from Emma's lips in the back. Her eyes are still closed. Her hands are by her sides. Her skirt is around her waist, the rest of her exposed. Her legs are wide open. Her pussy is wide open.

"But my fingers are going to touch you instead, touch your breasts, Baby." Mom continues. She doesn't move her hand, she keeps it on her own pussy as she speaks. Flicking her finger gently.

"My hands are so close. Millimeters from your nipples. Just in front of you. Two fingers about to squeeze your nipple, my palm about to push against you. My fingertips nearly touching. Can you feel how close they are?"

"Yes" comes the response again. Her tight breasts straining before her.

"Are you ready for my soft hands to touch you, Baby? Ready for me to feel you?"

"Yes."

Mom's voice is sexy, controlled. "Let them wait. I'm not ready to touch them yet. I'm bending forward. Breathing across your breasts. My warm breath blowing across your nipples, my tongue ready to dart out and lick them whenever I want. Where are my hands now, Baby? They could be anywhere. You've lost them. My fingers are ready to pinch whenever I want. But where? Can you feel my breath, Baby, can you feel my fingers?"

"Yes". She is deeper in her seat now. Eyes still closed, head back.

"I'm about to lick your nipples, my lips parting, my tongue out, moving forward. Will I bite you? Will I suck you? Will I tease you with my tongue? Mmmm. I just blow."

I watch her lips circle and she slowly blows.

"Gently around your nipples. Across your little titties. My tongue is so close to the bottom of your breast, where it meets your belly. Breathing you in as I come back to your nipple. Blowing gently. Blowing. So close. A mere flick of my tongue and you'll feel me on you. Feel my tongue. The wetness of my flicking tongue. So close. A mere FLICK!"

Emma jolts, her arms push into the seat, her body pushes back, her arse jumps up, her legs going wider. She felt the touch even though there was none.

"Flick, Flick, Flick." Each word sends another jolt through Emma. It's so erotic to watch. A puppet master and her toy.

"Ahhh. No more flicks. My tongue is now in front of you again. Ready, but waiting. My hands want to feel you now. But where. Do they stroke your hair?"

Emma moves her head towards an imaginary hand that is ready to stroke her locks.

"Maybe not. Maybe your cheek." Again Emma moves her head towards it. "Maybe your lips. My finger through your lips. In and out." Emma's mouth opens, and she lays her tongue on her bottom lip ready for the fingers to come.

"Mmmm. How many fingers? My long fingers could push all the way in and down your throat. Mmm. How many fingers? My nail is just above your tongue. My long red nail against your ruby lips and your pink tongue, ready to scrape across it."

Emma opens her mouth wider and sticks her tongue forward. Dribbling.

"Two fingers want to fuck your mouth, Emma. They are hovering just in front of you. Get ready Emma. Nice and wide... NOW SUCK."

Emma's head jerks forward and her mouth opens wider still, her tongue wrapping around the imaginary fingers she feels in her mouth.

"SUCK, SUCK, SUCK." My mom almost shouts.

Emma's body wriggles beneath her as her tongue swirls and her mouth opens and closes, her throat swallows.

I look down and her pussy is soaking wet. Juices hang from the edges of the material that frames her lips. I want to bend down and lick it, taste it, swallow it.

My mom spots where I am looking, the pain in my eyes, the desire in my face, and simply shakes her head, raising her eyebrows. She looks down at my sports shorts, which are doing nothing to hide my erection, and shakes her head again. Her hand is still on her own pussy, pressing through the material of Emma's panties, which are darker still. She slides the panties to one side around her pussy lips and inserts a finger. Letting out a low gasp, she slides it in and out, trying to keep her gaze on the road. Slowly she removes it and raises it to my lips. I open my mouth to take it, but she whips it back and inserts it in her own mouth, slurping it off.

"Mmmm. Yes... I'm going to fuck your pussy next, Baby. My fingers want to explore you. But first, you have to spread your legs wider for me. I want to see everything. Make you feel everything. Spread them wider. Good girl, that's it. Now raise them up. Slide down in your seat and put your legs in the air for me. Pull your knees back to your head, Baby, that's right as far as you can go."

Emma's tight arse cheeks in the red panties are now jutting out in front of her on the black leather seats. Her pussy is pointing up to the roof of the car and her anus is pointing forwards. Her breasts are squashed against her belly as she is concertinaed against the seat. Her head bent forward, she could almost suck her nipples. If only she knew they were so close, her eyes are still closed.

"I can see your clit. It sits proudly above your pussy lips. You are showing me what you want me to touch, aren't you. Where you want me. You want my fingers to press against your clit. Your proud nub sticking out above those beautiful wet pussy lips. You can sense my fingertips, about to touch you. Swirling above you in the air. Maybe you can push up and touch them with your clit. Do you want to try?"

Emma tries to push her torso up higher, slipping down a bit more in the seat.

"Ooh. My hand is just above you. Fingers waiting to dive into you. Mmm. I want to taste you. Now I'm breathing in your cunt, Baby."

I'm shocked by my Mom saying the C-word.

"Your cunt smells so good. Your cunt. Your juices spilling from your cunt. It's not a pussy anymore it's a cunt that belongs to me. Belongs to my lips sucking it. My tongue probing it. My fingers are about to pump into it. Tense it for me. Tense your cunt so I can feel inside you. Tense...Tense...Tense... Come on. Take my fingers inside you. Feel them tight inside you as they fuck your cunt. Your big wide cunt. Tense it for me, grab my fingers with your cunt. Baby, too wide. You need to tense that cunt more. Tense, Tense, Tense. Suck, Suck, Suck."

She alternates between the two words, fast, rhythmically, as Emma's breathing becomes more ragged. Her head bobs sideways and up and down into her chest. Her mouth is apart, her lips wet. I can see her tongue moving from side to side in her mouth. Her pussy growing bigger and smaller as she tenses and relaxes, tenses and relaxes. Wetter as the muscles inside push more juice from within. Her mouth opens and shuts, her jaw pulling her cheeks across her face. Her eyes are closed, but they flicker behind the lids. Her hands grab the seat, fingers digging in.

"My tongue is getting ready to suck your clit as my fingers fuck your cunt. Your clit doesn't deserve my kisses, but it's coming if your big wide cunt can suck my fingers into it. Try harder, Baby. Come on. Tense... Tense... Tense... Tense."

Mom's hand is moving in and out of her own pussy now, her thumb working her clit as two fingers push inside her. She holds the steering wheel tightly as she bends forward. Her breasts heaving.

"Come on. Tense. Tense. Tense. Pull me into you. Pull me in. COME ON. COME ON. Make me want to suck your clit. COME ON. Suck on that proud clit."

Emma's body can't take anymore. She has not moved her hands from the seat, she has not touched herself, no one has touched her, but her pussy is screaming. Her chest is screaming. She has to cum. Her nails dig into the seat. Her mouth opens wide. A guttural "Urgh" comes out of it.

"COME ON. COME ON. Tense. My face is on you. SUCK, SUCK, SUCK" Mom screams the words as she knows Emma is going to cum. She reaches behind with her juice streaked fingers and pulls Emma's pussy lips apart. It's the final straw. Emma explodes. She gushes. Her juices shoot up into the air as her stretched pussy releases everything it has been waiting for. It pumps up like a water fountain. Over Mom's arm, over the seats in front. She holds her breath, she screams through an out-breath, she groans with an in-breath, and she shudders again and again. More guttural sounds coming from deep within. Her body tightened all over, shaking uncontrollably. I catch some in my mouth as the jets subside, but the shaking remains.

My cock is so hard it is aching. My eyes have not closed in what feels like hours. I am staring at Emma's cunt, her pussy. Still pulsing. I want to hold her. Kiss her. Fuck her. Instead, I look at my Mom.

Her breathing is deep, her face is flushed. She is concentrating, looking forward, both hands gripping the wheel.

"Well done, Baby. You can open your eyes now, we are nearly home. Put your clothes back on, there's a good girl."

Mom is very calm, very composed, but I can see that underneath she is struggling. She is excited, she is turned on, and it's a struggle to speak through her heavy breaths. She has enjoyed the ride.

Mom pulls Emma's panties back over her pussy, they might as well not be there, they are so wet that they are transparent. Emma has opened her eyes and is starting to pull herself up in the seat. Her arse slips and slides on the seat as she pulls her skirt down, covering the beauty that I want to keep seeing. She pulls her top over her head, not bothering with the bra, covering more beauty that I want to keep seeing. She looks at me and smiles, I smile back, she looks spent, glowing, exhausted, beautiful.

"You can kiss her goodbye," Mom says, tapping my thigh. "But no hands."

"Thank you," I say.

I lean through the gap in the seats, Emma leans forward and our lips lock together. The excitement in me is deep. I want fast tongues, sex, fucking. I want to eat her. But Emma is sated, she wants warmth, wants passion, she wants slow, intensity. She closes her mouth, keeps her head still, and squints her eyes slightly, encouraging me to be slow, to give her what she needs. I get it. I understand. We kiss, we connect. It's intense. Our wet lips open and we breathe as we look into each other's eyes. We have not said it before, we do not need to say it now. 'I love you' passes between us in that instant.

The car slows and we pull up at Emma's house. Our mouths part, but our eyes don't.

Fortunately, her folks are not there to greet us. If they had come over to the car they would have smelt the sex. I don't get out. The pole in my shorts would probably get me arrested. Mom twists in her seat.

"Hope to see you soon, Baby. Say Hi to your Mom for me, tell her we'll catch up soon." Mom has regained her composure, back in control.

Fuck have I regained my composure, I'm fucking turned on. I'm fucking bursting. That's an understatement. I was about to cum with Emma, but I managed to hold myself back. My son's cock looks spectacular through his shorts. I want to bounce up and down on him. I want him to fill me with his cock before filling me with his cum. So fuck no, I'm not composed, fuck yes, I'm turned on. But I'm waiting. Waiting for the main course. I've got Lewis on a plate.

"I hope so too. Thank you for the ride, Mrs Hamilton."

"My pleasure, Emma."

As Emma gets to her front door, she turns and waves. I've watched her arse all the way up the path. I wave back as she heads inside.

"I was thinking of stopping at the Creek on the way home buttercup. That ok?" Mom accelerates away.

"Great. Sounds good." I respond. "Oh Yes", my cock responds.
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