Incest/Taboo Tanning with Mom

I squeezed a pool of lotion onto the small of her back and started spreading it up over her shoulders. As I worked it into her upper back, I slowly brought my right knee up between her legs until it was resting just below her bottom where her tummy met the pillow. I squeezed another puddle of lotion into the small of her back and began working it down toward the rise of her buttocks and out over the fleshy swell of her hips. I pressed down into her and pulled back toward my knee in a rowing motion that gently bumped her panties against my knee.

I continued working in more lotion and rocking her back and forth, until her breathing was deep and regular. Dripping more lotion onto the top of her buttocks, I pressed her flesh toward me, pressing her panties ahead of my hands until they were pushed to the bottom of her cheeks. Grasping a bare cheek in each hand, I rubbed the lotion into each one, squeezing each lump of flesh and dragging my thumbs through the crack between them. Though her breathing quickened, she issued no warnings.

Emboldened, I grasped her hips and pulled her back until she bumped onto the top of my knee, nudging my leg up to the front of her panties. Returning to her cheeks, I rubbed another helping of lotion over the lobes of her ass, squeezing it toward the center until it pooled in her crack and then pushing it up into the small of her back.

Her breathing changed again, little expulsions bursting forth with every rub on my knee. I wasn't sure, but I thought I heard a very low moan. I kept this up for several more minutes, now openly working her pelvis up and down, trying to pull her higher onto my knee.

I dumped a large pool of lotion higher up her back, between her shoulder blades, and leaned forward to work it in, pushing my knee even further under her, lifting her pelvis up and archng her ass, allowing me to slide further ahead until her thighs draped over mine. Working the lotion out from between her shoulder blades, I slipped my hands around to the sides of her breasts and pushed in towards her nipples, like I did in the summer. I expected the 'Timmy' response to trigger my retreat down the sides of her tummy.

But I didn't hear it. Maybe she really was asleep. Or did she want me to feel her up? Was she trying to prove I wasn't gay, to prove Dad wrong?

I reached right in and pushed my lotion-covered, cupped hands fully under her tits, feeling myself twitch as her hard nipples poked into my palms. I gently kneaded her tits and rolled her nipples around in my palms. They were as hard as my cock, which was now pressing through my undies into Mom's ass. I grasped each nipple between my fingers and gently tugged, pinched and rolled them between my fingers as I began lightly dry fucking her butt. Her breathing changed to a short gasps with grind against her ass but she still appeared to be sleeping. She was letting me have my way with her.

I let go of her tits and drew back, resting my head on her back. I slipped my hands along her tummy in my old move and down into the juncture at the front of her thighs, and then pushed in to her pussy and slid my fingers over her mound. There was a sharp intake in her breath, but no dreaded 'Timmy' command.

I drew my fingers back and then slipped them underneath her panties through the leg holes until my index fingers brushed lightly up and down her bare pussy. My fingers quickly became wet and slippery. I used my index fingers to pull her pussy lips apart and gently dipped my middle fingers into her cunt, just a bit, in and out, in and out, barely grazing her inner lips. I dipped them gently in and out of her for several minutes and she did nothing to stop me. All she did was breathe harder and faster, in a rasping fashion. Fuck. Oh, fuck. I slipped my fingers further into her cunt, one above the other. She grunted. She actually grunted. I pushed them right in, then in and out several more times, then in again and I held them there, wiggling them back and forth. She was really wet. I moved my head lower on her back, to the top of her cheeks and turned my face in to flick my tongue in the crack of her ass. I kept working my fingers in her.

She was grunting regularly now, "Ungh, ungh, unghh," the pretense of sleep now pretty thin. I slipped my index fingers higher to play with her clit and simultaneously pushed my ring fingers into her pussy as well. I now had four fingers up to the second knuckle pressing into her cunt, not harshly, but firmly filling her box. She started to grunt quite audibly. "UNGHH, UNGHHHH, UGH, UGH, UUUNNGH, UUUNNGH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UUUHHNNNGGHHH." She was pushing her ass up into my tongue in the crack at the top of her ass. I wasn't so much fingering her now as she was fucking my fingers with short, rapid backward thrusts. Then she came, flooding my hands, her pelvis jerking involuntarily on my fingers.

OMG, I'd fingered my Mom. OMG. This was incredible. I pushed up and leaned over her. I lowered my gaunchee-covered cock against her ass and began thrusting into hit, along her crack. I sawed my cock back and forth between her sweet cheeks, dragging it through her crack, slowly picking up my tempo and pushing down harder until I was shoving her pelvis into pillow. My breathing became increasingly erratic and hoarse until I was gasping as I vigorously humped her soft cheeks. Then I came too, gushing my seed onto the top of her ass where my cock poked out of my underwear, where it was already wet from my tongue play. I'd dryfucked my Mom, and come onto her!

I pulled back, panicking now that my senses were returning. But she didn't move. I ran into her bathroom and grabbed a washcloth and rushed back to clean her up. She didn't stir until I was finished. Then, she turned to me groggily, as if she'd just woken up, and said, "I think I dozed off, honey. Did you do a good job?"

"Yeah, Mom, I did the best I could. But your skin really needs a lot of work. I don't think we can wait until next Sunday." She smiled, probably at the audacity of her precocious child to recognize this little game and take it a peg further.

"I don't know sweetie, we can't tan when your Dad's around. He wouldn't understand, and I don't think he'd like it."

"Well, I get out of school early on Wednesdays."

"But you play online with your friends on Wednesdays. I couldn't ask you to skip your computer games," she replied, coyly.

"That's OK Mom. I rather help you out. That's more important than playing a computer game."

"That's very sweet of you, sweetheart. It makes me happy that you enjoy helping me so much." I couldn't tell if she was teasing me or not. "But there's one more thing, dear." Oh christ, the "dear" word. Here it comes. "Your Dad has been really upset lately. Can you join the soccer team to make your Dad happy too. It's your last year of school. It would make him so happy."

"Ahhh, Mom, I hate playing sports. I'm no good at them."

"Can you just try, sweetie? Please, do it for me. Then we can keep tanning, honey. You like tanning, don't you?"

God, what outright bribery. My Mom was a scoundrel.

"Yes, Mom. I'll join."

"Good boy. We'll be such a happy family. You'll be glad you made your Dad happy, I'll make sure of that, don't you worry."

On Wednesday, we tanned again. We had a longer session since we didn't have to get lotions. I didn't get any farther, but she did let me spend a lot longer kneading her tits, and pulling on her nipples. This seemed to get her very worked up. I laid right down on top of her, my arms around her, squeezing her tits and pulling her nipples while I humped against her ass. I lasted much longer this time and when I came I didn't immediately rush to get a towel to clean her up. No, I waited for a few minutes, then pressed my bare cock against the crack of her ass and worked my come around on her cheeks. I also spread her cheeks apart, pulling them wide with my thumbs, drooled some spit on her rosebud, and gently massaged it in. When I stood up and pulled my jeans back on, she replayed the 'wake up' routine again.

I joined the team on Saturday. In a small town, the school team will take anyone. I was pathetic, but my Dad was thrilled. We went for burgers afterwards, and he started talking about us going fishing on Sundays but I complained that I'd be too stiff and, anyway, I didn't want to take him away from golf because I knew he really loved it. He tousled my hair and said I was a really good kid.

When we 'tanned' the next Sunday while Dad was golfing, I told Mom I needed to work on her front. She was reluctant because she had removed her robe and laid face down on the bed, wearing absolutely nothing. I guess leavign her panties off was my treat for joining the team. If I hadn't joined the team the day before, I'm sure she wouldn't have succumbed to this demand. But she quietly turned over on her back, baring the lovely nude front of her body to my gaze, though her legs were tightly closed. I immediately started kneading her little tits which were amazingly perky, jutting prominently up from her chest. She has a little sag in her ass, but non whatsoever in her tits.

I tugged her nipples for quite a while and then sucked them, pushing my mouth over her whole little tit and sucking the nipple in far enough to squeezed it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I really worked her long nipples over. I don't know if she got so carried away she didn't know, or if she just let me, but while I sucked her tits I managed to open her legs so I could saw my cock through the crevice between her pussy lips. I was wearing my shorts but it still felt incredible. We were both breathing in ragged gasps when I finally pulled my mouth away from her now soaking wet tits.

Before she could react, I lifted her legs up and bent them right back, pressing them against her tits. I clambered up and and rubbed my cock along her upraised cunt until I came all over her belly. I didn't clean it up. You'd have to be dead to sleep through that, but she still pretended to wake up after I was finished.

As she was getting up, she couldn't help but notice that she had absolutely nothing on. "Timmy," she said, "you were very naughty. You took my panties off, you bad boy. And you left lotion all over my tummy."

"I had to, Mom. Your skin is really rough there. It looks like its been chafing on your panties. I don't think you should wear them for awhile." I used my right hand to spread the 'lotion', my come, all over her belly.

The next day, I told Mom that she was right, that I'd been reading on the internet about how good vitamin reinforced lotions were for you, especially if rubbed in deep. But in addition, it helped particularly damaged areas of the skin to be surprised by sudden and unexpected deep rubbing action. This 'shocked' the skin into a much better response. When Mom skeptically asked how I knew this, I replied that I'd read it in an online encyclopedia, and offered to show it to her. She was intrigued and when I did show it to her, she never twigged to the fact that I was the one that had contributed this item (it was actually removed in less than a day). Mom agreed with me that I could surprise her once in a while with a 'lotion attack'.

Over the next few days, I made a point of suddenly grabbing Mom and rubbing her in various parts of her body. Behind her knee, on her upper arm, in the hollow of her neck, on her tit. I told her that I had read that after a particularly vigorous rubbing it helped to be kissed better. This allowed me the latitude to molest her more brazenly and then spend an even longer time gently caressing her 'better'. I spent a long time kissing her neck better, and when I rubbed her tit, this turned into a long sucking session on her nipple.

On that particular occasion, I had pushed her back onto the little table in the hallway that held the telephone, knocking it to the floor. Despite the noise, my father, sitting in the living room watching the news, didn't react. When he didn't respond, my Mother, who was at first freaked out at a 'lotion attack' in such close proximity, suddenly succumbed. She lay passive while I reached into her blouse and massaged her tit, pulling her nipple up in long, tugging strokes, and then squeezing it between my fingers as I forced them back down over it, jacking it like a little cock. She allowed me to open her blouse wide, free her tit and suck it into my mouth. Then I moved up and kissed her in our first, long french kiss. She didn't resist at all. When our mouths parted, I reached under her skirt with my right hand and dragged my middle finger up and down between her pussy lips. A sudden sound made me think Dad had got up so I turned and strode off down the hall, leaving her half sitting on the phone table, half leaning against the wall, flushed and disheveled.

That night, while Dad was watching the news, I joined Mom in the kitchen and slipped my lotion covered fingers up her skirt from behind. She was quite angry, whispering harshly to me to stop it right now, that my father was in the next room. But I didn't. I held her hair so she couldn't slip away and kept rubbing my cupped fingers against her, massaging the lotion into the bottom of her ass and between her legs. Within seconds, she was quite slippery. I cupped her pussy and stared sawing my hand back and forth along its length, letting go of her hair. But she didn't pull away. Instead, she continued clutching at my hand with her pussy. I worked it against her cunt from behind, put my other hand gently on the front of her throat and whispered into her ear, "Don't fight it, Mom. The surprise is good for you, remember?"

And she did. I helped her, of course, sliding my hand so far forward that I was able to push my thumb up into her cunt while closing my cupped hand over her upper pussy, pressing the middle finger between her lips and massaging her clit with my palm. I swirled my thumb around in her pussy and then started frigging her, shoving it up into her cunt. We were now both oblivious to my father's presence. I was literally lifting my Mom's hips up against the counter, pushing her up with my thumb firmly plugged inside her. I grabbed her hair again to help keep her down on my thumb. Turning her head sideways, I swirled my tongue around in her ear. As she came and our panting subsided, I whispered in her ear, "I love it when you don't wear panties, Mom."

The next Saturday I scored two goals, leading to a quantum jump in our sexual relationship.

That night at dinner, Dad relived both goals several times. "Helen," he said, "We've got to find a special treat for our new star."

"That's right, Mom, I deserve the star treatment."

"What would you like for a special treat, son?" Dad implored of me.

"I don't know Dad, Maybe Mom could think of something while you're golfing tomorrow." I looked intently at my Mom. Her face flushed a slight shade of pink under my penetrating gaze.

"Yes, honey," my Dad said, "nothing's too good for our boy. No, our young man. Can you think of something special for him."

"Sure, I'll think of something," she replied, her eyes avoiding mine, and Dad's.

That night, after putzing around on the computer for a couple of hours, I came downstairs to find Dad watching a football game. I found Mom in the kitchen baking.

"That's a nice little apron, Mom. Are you going to wear that tomorrow?"

"Is that what you'd like, for me to wear this apron for you?"

"That would be nice, but I think I'm in line for something a little more than that, don't you?"

"Don't push too far, Timmy."

"Not too far, Mom, just something special. I tried really hard yesterday. If I was disappointed, I could get depressed and might not be able to score any more goals, maybe not even be able to stay on the team."

"Timmy! Don't you dare quit. Your father is so proud of you now."

I pushed her back to the counter and pressed into her. I pushed her elbows back along the counter, forcing her pelvis and lower belly firmly against the hard cock bulging under my jeans. Her head tilted back, her hair falling to the countertop.

"Come on, Mom. I need something special. You asked me to do the soccer thing and I worked really hard at it." Actually, it had just been luck against a team that was even worse than us. I thrust my cock suggestively into her crotch.

"Timmy, stop that! What ARE you thinking?"

"I just want to rub you there."

"Oh. I thought you were hinting for something more. You know I can't share myself. I can only really be with your Dad."

"Just some rubbing, Mom, and something a little extra." I raised my right hand to her face, cupping it, and kissed her gently on the mouth.

She didn't resist, but when the kiss ended, she said, "Remember where your father is."

"I know where he is," and I kissed her again. When I finished this time I cut off her quiet admonition by brushing two fingers across her lips. I looked intently at her, then tipped my fingers into her mouth, just inside her lips, touching her tongue. I slid them across her mouth, from side to side over the full width of her beautiful, pouting lips. Though her eyes had an unsure look, she was accepting. Her breathing was short and her face flushed. I pushed my fingers into her mouth, slowly, then back and forth a few more times. Her forehead furrowed with comprehension. Before she could react negatively, I pulled my fingers out.

"It would be so special Mom. It would make me feel so good, like I did for you all summer. Please think about it," and I walked away. I didn't come back downstairs that night. Thinking about what she'd said, I worked for hours on a new encyclopedia entry in cyberspace, but I made sure I was there for breakfast the next morning while Dad was still home.

"Think of anything special you want, champ?" my father asked as soon as I entered the kitchen.

"Not yet, Dad, but I think Mom's working on it."

"How about it, Helen, have you got something for Tim?"

Mom didn't reply right away. She was leaning against the sink. "Not yet but I've got a few ideas."

"That's great, hon. We don't want to disappoint our champ here, now do we?" he said with a grin, tousling my hair as he got up from the table. "Well, I'd better be off. We're doing a tournament today, and then going to the clubhouse for dinner with the guys. I might be a little late."

"Bye dad."

"By dear."

Mom and I were left alone in the kitchen in an awkward silence. Finally, I tentatively said, "Are we going to tan today, Mom?"

"I thought you had something else in mind," she shot back, her tone antagonistic.

"No, we can just tan if you like," I said quietly, trying to placate her. "Maybe you could wear one of your little sexier panties around the house today so I can check your resilience in a natural setting."

A laugh burst forth. "I don't know about that, Timmy. Don't you think it would be slightly improper for me to be sauntering around the house in my panties in front of my son, even if it was in the interest of my 'resilience'."

"Well, it might be little naughty, but it would be for good causes: your skin and that little extra for me that Dad so wants to give me." There, I played the pleasing Dad card she had used on me.

Without a word, she left the kitchen and disappeared upstairs. I thought she was mad at me and tanning wasn't a go today, so I went to the living room and turned on the TV. She came downstairs about ten minutes later. I heard her as she started down the stairs, and turned to look. She wasn't wearing panties. Instead, she had on a small pajama top of very flimsy polka dot material, almost see through. Her small, hardly hidden tits jostled underneath with each step she took. The top stretched down the front to join the bottom which was a brief skirt made of similarly flimsy material that fell short of mid thigh. As she turned to slowly walk into the kitchen, I could see that the top covered neither her side or her back. She was walking on a set of very high heels that accentuated her legs.​