Incest/Taboo The Abandoned Son

Their bodies boobed in the surf as waves lifted and lowered them. Her hand trailed down his chest, Amber gazed into her lover's dark hazel eyes knowing not a care in the world as Damien held her close. For two years she had only known fear. For two years she had suffered in silence as her father tried to have something that wasn't his to take. Now, as she was held in those strong arms of the man that had saved her from her own Ra*e. Showing that not all men were out for one thing. That there were those that would put themselves on the line to ensure fiends got what they deserved. Amber knew true peace. Her left hand brushed along his cheek, her fingers weaving through his raven hair. Watching those salt laced droplets fell onto his skin, running down his body before rejoining its brethren. Her lips inched closer to his, feeling her heart racing; however, this time it wasn't out of fear of the man that sired her. No. Its frantic beat was of a woman that finally felt safe. That now she no longer had to hide her sexuality. Didn't have to worry about whether or not her father would slip into her room one night and Ra*e her. No. Not with Damien, with Damien she felt those days were long over.

Sinking deeper into their embrace loving how the two of them fit so perfectly together. Reaching below the waves stroking his rod, lifting herself up moving her womanhood over that broad head. Their noses touching as Amber looked into her brother's eyes. She knew Damien would never push her into something she didn't want, and she so wanted this. Feeling her labia parting praying her brother loved the feel of her inexperienced pussy. Watching how his jaw clenched as her tight little cunt eased down onto that hard rod. Wrapping that fine tool in her hot moist folds. Allowing the waves to do most of the work as that salty brine lifted her body, all so that she could enjoy feeling her brother's cock surging in and out of her canal.

"I love you Damien," Amber said feeling the words slip from her lips. Her eyes fluttering feeling her womb quivering on the verge of an orgasm. "I know you may not know what love is, and that's okay, I can wait for you to say those words. When you feel them in here," she said placing her hand over his heart. Loving how his hands felt on her ass as her thighs burned in exertion as she plunged herself down onto that pole of his. Wondering how the ancient gods of the sea would take to the fact that her cream was mingling with their once vast domain. "For now I can live with the fact you are mine, and I'm not going to ever let you go," Amber said knowing her ovulation had just started. Wondering if her brother would be opposed to starting their own family. "Damien, make sure you cum inside me, okay? I want those little soldiers of yours to find their target," she said dropping a vague hint.

"Oh?" Damien asked arching an eyebrow.

"Mmmhmm," Amber nodded before kissing him, "don't you want to?"

"Never thought about it Amber," Damien admitted. For so many years he had thought he would have stayed single for the rest of his life. Yet ever since that night when his own mother came into his room after his mind replayed past battles that left their ever lasting mark on his mind and body. Those horrific memories seemed to lessen the longer they were around. While his mind still replayed the events of how he came to be the type of man he was. However, the very presence of his sister and oddly his mother had slowly started to lessen those terrible memories hold on him. Damien would never forget his brothers. They would forever live with him. Although, what his mother had told him on their first day at the villa was true. They would want him to move on, and not let what happened to him to hold him back. "This," Damien said pulling Amber close slowing their movements yet still making love to his half-sister, "I've never thought was ever going to be. I have and will do things that keeps me from truly being a part of society. It keeps me from this from ever happening for me."

"But I am here now, do you still feel that way?" Amber asked glad that Damien was being so open with her.

"Sometimes yes," Damien admitted, "although not so much since...well since this," he said squeezing her gently.

"Oh?" Amber said her eyes lighting up at the fact that she could bring some sense of calm to his troubled mind. Her hands tightening around his arms, biting down on her lip trying to keep herself from cumming and ruining the moment that they were sharing. Yet her body wouldn't heed her command, her back arched, her breasts brushed against his jaw as the sun's rays bathed them in its acceptance of their union. "Now give your sister the creampie she's been hungering for since last night," Amber said rocking faster in Damien's arms. Knowing they couldn't be floating in the ocean for much longer without drawing attention to their parked car along the road. Hugging Damien tightly as she felt his semen flooding her womb. Praying to whomever was listening that one of his swimmers would find the egg that awaited it.

"So, my turn then?" Martha asked leaning against the wall wearing a thin red dress. Its neck line plunging down to her naval allowing her son to view her the valley of her breasts and the sides of her breasts. Her silky smooth thighs showing through the slits of the dress, her red pumps matching the sexual feeling she has felt since Damien had become her lover. She didn't know why her own son made her feel so sexy, nonetheless, she wasn't going to fight it either. "Good," Martha cooed her ruby painted lips curved into a tantalizing smile. Her nostrils flared smelling the hints of the sea on Amber's skin as her daughter passed before turning to enter the kitchen.

"Damien," Amber said peering over at her brother watching how her mother's hands lavished on his chest. "I do hope what you said is true, and I hope in the years to come that still reminds true. We will need you know this," she said causing her mother to looked at the two of them in confusion. "You knew what it was like not growing up with a parent that didn't love you. Ask yourself if you want the same thing all over again, and if you would wish that upon...," she said stopping herself, placing her hands over her stomach before entering the kitchen.

"Joshua just what happened while you were gone?" Martha asked perplexed by her daughter's words. Watching something take place behind his eyes only wanting to know what had happen. Not to pry only to help her son if he needed it. "Come. Maybe a few hours with your," she said her lips brushing his ear, "hot, horny, lustful mother will take your mind off of things."

"Perhaps."

"Good. Amber and Lynn can't be the only ones you fuck while out on the town," Martha said taking hold of Damien's hand leading him out the door.

Martha huffed as Damien pushed her up against the wall of the changing room of the department store, they were browsing around to kill time. Her hands held his face still as she ravished his lips. Her tongue teasing, taunting his as she drank in her fill of the man that had come to command her bed. Her left leg hooked around his right, rubbing her calf against the back of his leg. Wondering how many thirty-eight-year-old women have a handsome man pleasuring them to no end in their lives. Breathing heavily praying no one could hear them as Damien kissed down her neck. Smiling wickedly watching the shadows moving beneath the door of the changing room. Gooseflesh raced across her skin as Damien pushed aside the fabric of her dress exposing her breasts to his eager mouth.

"That's it baby, suck on your mother's tits," Martha moaned softly feeling Damien's tongue ran over her left nipple. Her right hand reached up above her head bracing herself against the wall, while her left pressed against the back of his head. Biting her lower lip feeling the pad of his fingers danced along her thigh before coming to a rest on her ass. Glancing over as the doorknob began to turn. "Occupied!" Martha shouted having no wish for her son to stop his exploration.

"Sorry," came a young female voice.

Martha never felt so naughty in her life. She was never one to have sex in a public place. However, her son just brought something out in her that felt like her former life had been lacking; and there was nothing or no one that was ever going to break them apart ever again. Rubbing her mound against his groin urging that fine tool of his to harden, all so that she could rub her lips up and down his hard shaft. Running her tongue along her upper lip at the thought of coating Damien's cock in her hot juice. Pushing on the top of Damien's head as his fingers hooked around the waistband of her panties. The cool air of the store flowed over her naked cunt as Damien lifted up the front of her dress. Her hand flew to her mouth to muffle the gasp as Damien's lips plucked at her throbbing lips.

"Yes Joshua," Martha whispered in want, "doesn't your mother's pussy taste good?" she asked holding his head against her moistening mound. Her hands flew to her breasts, fondling them as her body gave into the exquisite feeling of how her own son sucked on her clitoris. Her muscles trembled as his tongue ran slowly up and down her lips before parting them. A soft whimpering bubbled up from her throat as the tip of his tongue circled her entrance. Biting down on the fleshy part of her hand as she came from his tantalizing touch. A groan ripped across her mind as his tongue slipped inside her hot wet cunt. "Yes baby, make your mother cum again," Martha whispered. Her body jerked, trembled, quaked as she ground her mound on Damien's tongue wanting her son to drink down her hot cream.

"Now," Martha said gathering breath before lifting her son up. A devilish smirk graced her lips as she pushed Damien to the other side of the changing room. "Now let mama take care of her boy," she said sensuously placing a light peck on his lips before sliding down his body. Sucking on her lip as her nose brushed against the hard bulge in his pants. A libidinous purr rumbled deep emanated from her chest knowing that she would be servicing his cock until old age took her. Tentatively lowering his zipper, holding her breath knowing how close she was to coming face to face with her son's cock. Not that she hasn't seen it, tasted it quite often over since that night, yet Martha was always mesmerized by it every time she laid eyes on it. Not because it was the longest, or the thickest, but because it belonged to the man that made her feel like a desired woman again. It had been the same when she married Michael, however, after a few months of marriage the spark that made him treat her as such was long gone. Then she truly saw the man he really was.

"You like that cock don't you Martha?" Damien asked looking down at his mother.

"Oh baby, you have no idea how much I love this cock," Martha said running her nose along the top of his cock inhaling the scent of the man that constantly made her cum. So much unlike Michael, whose idea of making her cum was roughly shoving his cock into her unaroused pussy and attempting to make her wet. "And I told you to call me Mom, I am about to have your cock stuffing my mouth. Don't you think we can stop with the Martha, although I do enjoy hearing my name on your lips when your deep inside of me. That can wait though, first I need to have my first course," Martha said rolling her tongue around the crown of his rod. Her eyes peered up at her son knowing how much he loved that. Making him watch as his cock inched into her mouth, the way she looked as her cheeks sunk in as she pleasured that pole.

"Fuck Mom," Damien hissed the word slipping from his lips.

"See was that so hard, I know this is," Martha giggled softly before sucking on the head of his cock. How she wished she could spend hours just licking, sucking, teasing his tool, but she knew time was short and that someone would be coming to check on them. This she couldn't allow. Martha wanted no one interrupting her time with her son. "Now come fuck your mother," Martha said slowly getting to her feet, "my pussy has been aching to be filled again since you came in me this morning," she said placing another kiss on his lips.

Flipping up the rear of her dress, giving her naked ass a light spank knowing how his eyes were on it. Widening her stance, bending forward bracing her hands on the wall. Bring up the rear of her dress laying it on her back. Reaching between her legs, running her middle and index fingers through her saturated lips. Spreading her labia showing her son her well satisfied hole as she squeezed her folds.

"Come to me Joshua, come stick that fucking cock back into the pussy that gave birth to you. Let it show you how much it loves you and that fine tool of yours," Martha said stuttering as she slipped her fingers into her channel. Trying to keep from smiling as she heard the shuffling of his feet. Fighting down a moan as she felt his headed teasing her lips. A primal moan rumbled in her throat as Damien eased his cock into her wet cunt. "That's it baby, fuck your mother, fuck her hard," Martha growled in lust.

Damien spread his mother's ass cheeks, so he could watch his cock disappearing into her cunt. He had to admit if only to himself he did enjoy his mother's pussy. He never thought he would given how she had started this, yet here he was deep in his mother's pussy. Making her moan like a harlot, making her juices run down her leg like he suspected her soon-to-be ex-husband never could.

"That's it baby, make that pussy cum for you. Make it know that it's your cock that belongs deep within it. Make it forget all about that stupid man," Martha said in-between breaths as her cheek pressed against the wall. Her nails scarped along the wall as she fought to keep herself from voicing her orgasm as her womb sent her cream down her canal coating Damien's cock. Forever marking the man as hers. "You love my pussy don't you baby, why else do you always watch as your cock fucks it?" she asked peering out the corner of her eye, shooting him a sly smile knowing she hit the mark. "It's okay Joshua. You're allowed to enjoy fucking me. There's nothing wrong with give a woman a fucking that leaves her longing for that cock again."

"Yeah, I do," Damien said finally speaking the words. "Who would have thought after three kids this pussy would feel so good," he said grunting as worked his mother to another orgasm.

"You don't know how much just hearing that makes me so happy. I want you to enjoy fucking me," Martha said her breasts swaying as Damien sped up his thrust. "You should love fucking me. I'm(we) are always going to make sure you are satisfied with us. That wherever you may go that you will always come back to us, baby," she said thrusting back onto Damien's cock. "Now fucking give your mother that delicious cum," Martha growled hearing the footsteps approaching.

A month had passed since the marriage ceremony on the shore of that man-made lagoon the owners of the villa had made. Life for Damien Richards and his family had been filled with joy when word reached them of Lynn's, and Amber's acceptance letters arrived in the mail. As well as the news of the new life growing within Amber's womb. Then there were their imitate encounters that saw every surface of his home felt the kiss of their naked flesh. That very thing was currently taking place before him as he watched as his mother and Lynn pleasuring Amber on the floor of his living room. Looking down at his encrypted phone as it rang beside his chair. Hating the fact he wouldn't be able watch as Amber came on Lynn's tongue.

"Hurry back baby, mama needs a cock to suck on," Martha said blowing her son/husband a kiss as he rose.

"Agent Metalbane," his contact spoke as Damien closed the door to his office.

"Affirmative," Damien said in a cold matter-of-fact tone. He had been waiting for this call once he had learn his real name.

"I know you wanted this as fast as possible. However, you know I had to go dark on this."

"I know, I do appreciate. I don't want this getting back to the company," Damien said knowing just what they would do using company resources for things that didn't pertain to whichever job they were on.

"Well, I found him. Took some doing to break into the files the man had sealed. I can understand why you want this man now. I'm sending you the details...now." Damien looked at his phone as it vibrated in his hand. "Please confirm you have it."

"Affirmative," Damien said feeling a cruel smile spreading across his face. Knowing exactly what he was going to do with that man.

"Good hunting Metalbane. I'll be in contact with your next assignment. Do make the man suffer."

"I had planned on it," Damien said before ending the call.

"Baby!" Martha called out hearing the door open. "Come feed me that cock!"

"Sorry Mom, I have to pack," Damien said sticking his head around the corner.

"What!" Amber shouted from around her mother's cunt.

"You can't be leaving now?!" Lynn said in shock as she turned to look at him as her sister's juices dripped off of her chin.

"But we haven't gotten to the best part, yet," Martha pouted.

"Sorry, somethings come up and needs to be handled post haste," Damien said with the undertones that it wasn't up for debate. Amber tapped her mother's hip, quickly getting to her feet quickly followed by the other two.

"Damien, whatever it is, whatever you have to do. Promise me you will come home to us," Amber said placing his hand over her growing stomach. "Our child is going to need his/her father."

"Yes!" Lynn nodded vehemently. "Maybe when you get back you can get me pregnant. Amber can't be the only one you let carry your child," she said wrapping her naked body around his.

"Now you go do what needs to be done, I'll make sure Amber gets to her doctor's appointment," Martha said placing a kiss on his cheek.

Damien's eyes stared down at his phone as he read the details of the text before he shredded the electronic message. His bag sat open as he stood in front of the hidden compartment that housed his numerous weapons. Laying his bulletproof vest on the bottom of the bag. Running the brush down the barrel of his Glock 23. Reassembling his weapon in record time, running the slide back a few times, pulling the trigger of his empty weapon ensuring everything was in working order. Damien didn't want any errors once his plan was sent into motion. To do so would only bring about mistakes that he could not afford once he breached the threshold of that man's home. Laying the silencer next to the pistol, along with the full thirteen round clip next to it along with his trust six inch knife if his primary weapon was a no go. Gently laying a buffer of clothes to absorb any gun oil that may seep out during his trip. Then the dark clothes, his form fitting gloves, his pair of night vision goggles. Damien didn't want the man to see him coming.

"I should be back within a week," Damien hoped. Then again, there were to many variables at the moment to truly say.

"Okay," Amber said looking downcast.

"We'll keep your bed warm until you do," Martha said rubbing Amber's shoulder as she brought her daughter into a reassuring hug.

"Don't worry Amber, Damien will be back before you know it," Lynn said trying to cheer up her twin sister.

"I know, it's the hormones," Amber said shaking off the feeling, "you remember what I said. No matter what you come back to me(us). You hear me soldier!"

"Yes ma'am," Damien said snapping to attention.

"Good. Now you better get going," Amber said placing a loving kiss on her husband's lips. Hoping her feelings for him would ensure his safe survival, and his quick return.

For three days Damien had shadowed his mark. Learning the man's every move. Watching how he carried himself, who he meet with, what he did on his free time. All so when the time came, he could be in and out before his body hit the floor. Sitting out in the rental car he had picked up from the airport where he had left his car. He wasn't going to have his own vehicle connected to a mur*er. Plus his mustang stood out in a neighborhood that were dotted with high end cars. Screwing in the silencer knowing tonight was the night his father was going to die. This one act was going to ease all the pain he and his mother felt for all those years. Damien was going to bury a bullet into his head for everything the man had did to them. His eyes flashed to the clock knowing Amber's appointment was earlier that day. Powering on the cars electronics, using the car's Wi-Fi to check his e-mail. "It's a BOY! Look at his wee wee!" The e-mail header read a warm smile appeared on his lips as he stared at the ultrasound of their child. Knowing it was far to early to tell the sex of the baby, however, he couldn't bring himself to correct his sister. He wasn't about to have his angry sister/wife on his ass when he got home.

Silently closing his door as he left the car. Quietly darting across the man's manicured lawn, leaping over the rear fence with ease. His feet making the lightest of noises as he landed. Crutching down, his ears scanning the area to see if his ingress had been seen. Once he was sure that no one had seen him. Damien made quick work with the house's basic security system. Making those monitoring the house believe their system hadn't been put on a loop announcing to the company that all systems were green. Inserting his lockpicks, sticking his tongue out of the corner of his mouth it had been years since he had manually picked a lock. He berated himself for allowing a skill to grow rusty. Slipping his goggles down before entering the darkening hallway. Making a quick search of the ground floor ensuring he had it to himself. Coming upon the man's study, knowing this was where his father was going to die.

First, he wanted all the evidence he could find, so Damien could make it appear the man's secrets grew to great to bear any longer. Hacking into his computer which for him was child's play. His eyes narrowing finding the hidden portion in the hard drive. His anger flared as Damien saw hundreds of files of that very office as the man indulged in his sick twisted tastes. He knew the man would have never stopped the first time he raped someone, yet he didn't think the man would have made it so easy to find his hidden stash. Quickly looking down at his pocket feeling his phone vibrating against his leg.

"Joshua! I need you to come home now! They're going to release him in a few days. I don't know what to do! I don't want that man anywhere near Amber! Please Joshua come home!" Damien's jaw clenched knowing what that man had almost done to his half-sister. Glancing up noting the array of family photos that lined the man's desk. He wanted the man to pay for his sins, yet as Damien looked once more at the ultrasound of his child. He knew what he had to do. He had to protect Amber. His anger while justified would have to be put off to the side. Quickly opening up the side pocket taking out the blank portable hard drive he always carried during such hits. His plan B quickly forming in his mind as Damien plugged the device into the tower's USB port. The light of the monitor highlighting the smirk on his lips as the last video was copied to the hard drive. Destroying the originals so that only he had the leverage he need to make the man do what he wanted. Having the state's AG in his pocket was going to be highly pleasurable once that ass finds out he wouldn't be seeing the light of day for a very long time.

Damien sat up straight as he heard the scraping of slippers on the floor. Easing out of the desk chair slipping into the shadows lowering the goggles as he watched his groggy father sauntering down the hall towards the kitchen. Damien struck out like a startled viper. Muffling his father's frightened words as he wrangled his sperm donor into the man's office. Kicking his knees from out from underneath his father's feet. Pressing the cold metal of his silencer against his father's temple silencing the man's whimpering.

"You have two choices. One you either do as I say, or this will find its way to the state police. I wonder how the people of this state will react once word gets out that their AG is a serial rapist," Damien said coldly, "and all you have to do is make sure this fuck nut never gets out of prison," he said turning the monitor around displaying Michael's rap sheet. "If you do then this will disappear," Damien said pocketing the hard drive. He was never going to destroy it. No. That little treasure was going to go a very long way. He just hasn't thought about what yet. "If word hasn't reached me in two days then you won't be seeing me until it's to late. Nod if you understand," he said pressing the silencer hard into the man's forehead. "Good. See that you do your part," Damien said hitting his father in the temple with the butt end of his pistol grip.

Damien moved like a silent ghost as he slipped out of his father's home. Racing back to the airport, tossing his bag into the trunk of his car before driving like a bat out of hell for home. Dawn was creeping along the land as Damien flew into his driveway. Racing up the stairs knowing where Amber would be once word of her father's release reached her.

"Hey," Damien whispered into Amber's ear as she slept in a curled up ball on the left side of bed.

"Damien?!" Amber said sleepily. "Damien!" she cried out wrapping her arms around his neck. "Thank God you're safe," Amber said weeping against his shoulder.

"Shh, I'm here," Damien whispered rubbing her back.

"Baby," Martha said rolling over. "I'm sorry if I pulled you away from something important," she said leaning on her elbows allowing the sheet to fall down her chest exposing her breasts to him. "I just don't want Michael harming my daughter."

"I know," Damien said wondering if he should tell his mother that he had found his father. "Mom put a robe on, we need to talk," he said laying Amber back down. "Go back to sleep Amber, don't stress yourself it isn't good for the baby," Damien said softly stroking her face.

"Okay, but you aren't leaving again, are you?" Amber asked not letting go of his hand.

"For now, no," Damien said placing a kiss on her forehead.

"Good." Amber smiled before drifting back to sleep.

"Joshua? What's going on?" Martha asked tying a knot in the belt of her robe shutting his bedroom door.

"You should have this," Damien said pulling the hard drive out from his pocket, "don't ask how I got it, I won't tell you. Just know I found Dad, and this is the blackmail you need to ensure he never comes near Amber ever again," he said placing it into her hands. "Just don't watch what's on it, you won't like what you see."

"I see," Martha said her eyes racing back and forth wondering how her son found him, and what was on the hard drive.

"If word doesn't reach you in two days' time then send it off to the headquarters of the state police tell them to watch what is on it. If you do, then I leave it up to you what fate you want for that man. I think you should hold his life in your hands since he hurt you far more than what he has done to me."

"You did this for...me?" Martha asked stunned at his words.

"Well...yes and no," Damien said rubbing the back of his neck unable to tell he that he was there to kill his father not blackmail him into helping Amber.

"Oh baby," Martha said jumping into his arms. "I don't care what you did, and I won't ask. But I promise you that man will get what's coming to him once I know that Michael is locked away for good."

Surprisingly, Damien's sperm donor worked quickly to keep his ass out of prison. It wasn't even noon before his mother called him with the news that Michael wasn't getting bail and that he would have to stay in jail until his court date. Which wasn't for a year until a judge would hear his case. However, by then Damien would have enough contacts in the jail to ensure that Michael never saw his court date. Never again was that man going to threaten Amber, Damien was going to make sure of that. What happened to his sperm donor well from the last he heard about the man he was on the run from the police. Unbeknownst to anyone Damien had returned to finish what he started, and if anyone truly cared about the serial rapist, they could find his body in an unmarked grave serval yards off of an old logging trail deep within the mountains.
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