Incest/Taboo The Immigrant

"I think this should do, don't you?" she said with a remarkable smile as she put the roast on the table. "Now just give me a minute," she said turning back to the kitchen, and I'll be right back..." I swore she accentuated her ass, swaying back and forth as she went back to the kitchen.

I was a mess internally. All my dreams were coming true, but fantasy and reality are two very different things. This was real. My mom was really putting the moves on me and seducing me. Dad was gone and she was horny. Made me wonder if Mom was stepping out on him, but then she returned.

"Since its just us, how about a little wine with dinner?" Mom said mischievously, holding the bottle in-between her breasts.

"Are you sure, Mom?" A question I knew I'd probably be asking a few more times tonight.

"Of course, baby," Mom said in a very non-maternal tone, the words dripping with sensuality as she opened the bottle and poured the glasses. She sat down in a way as to emphasize her cleavage, not that she needed help in that department, and raised her glass. "To a night with my special man," she said, clinking the glasses together, and bringing the wine to her lips, her eyes never leaving their focus on me.

"So," she said in the middle of dinner, "Lucky, I never hear you talking about girls," she said softly. "A handsome young man like you should be dating more."

"I do," I said, semi-defensively. While it was true it had been a month or two, I didn't think my parents noticed. Apparently, I was mistaken.

"The girls at school just not doing it for you?" Mom asked with a smirk. "Hmmm..." she said, taking another sip of wine. "Well, you know, it's also pretty typical that young men your age seek out, how do I say it?" she asked herself, putting a finger to her lips coyly, "more experienced company."

I knew Mom was testing the waters, trying to see if I'd bite, so I decided that turn about was fair game.

"That's interesting," I responded. "Think any of your single friends would be interested?"

I could see a range of emotions playing across Mom's face when I said it. She seemed all at once proud of my confidence, like Dad had been but for far different reasons, but also slightly hurt. At the very least, I'd finally put her on the defensive for a change.

"Oh?" Mom said subtly, with a hint of a grin. "Going to try and seduce my friends, are you?" Mom asked, leaning closer to me. "Hmmm, seems such a shame..." Mom smiled devilishly at me as she said it.

"Well, where else am I going to find a hot, willing, beautiful older woman...?"

Two could play this game.

"I'll have to think on that..." Mom said schemingly as she continued to eat dinner. "You should eat up, darling. Energy is important."

I wondered what kind of energy I would need for later.

We finished dinner and I cleared off the dinner mess and dishes. Mom just watched and smiled at me as I did my normal chores. When all the dishes were in the washer and the leftovers stored, I turned to find that Mom was no longer at the table, but now on the couch.

"Would you like to watch a movie with me?" Mom asked cheerily.

"Sure," I said, carefully avoiding calling her mom. I figured she didn't need a reminder that it was her son she was flirting with, possibly killing this whole thing.

"Why don't we make ourselves more comfortable and get into our sleepwear?" Mom asked.

Now this in and of itself wasn't that rare, we watched plenty of movies in our pajamas at night. But the sin that was on her lips as she said it was undeniable. I nodded my agreement and we left to go get changed.

I debated my wardrobe choices for a while, settling on flannel bottoms, a tight t-shirt, and no boxers. On the surface, there was nothing strange or provocative about this, but I also knew that beneath the surface led to all my fantasies.

I wasn't overly surprised that I wound up back at the couch first, Mom always taking her time. I got myself a glass of iced tea and a bowl of pretzels to watch the movie with. I sat there for several minutes alone and in silence, thinking about what was to come.

I heard Mom and Dad's bedroom door open and looked as my mother came down the stairs. Now, a normal situation like this would see Mom in a pair of flannel pajamas or an oversized sleep shirt with shorts on.

That's not the sight that greeted me.

My mother came down the stairs in a robe smaller and shorted then I'd ever seen. I didn't know the material of it off hand. It looked about as sheer as it could be without outright revealing anything really. It was cinched so that her cleavage was still visible while keeping her areolas out of sight. She had a big smile on her face as she approached the couch.

"I thought I'd get this out," Mom said as she stood near the couch, close to wear I was sitting. "It was always so cozy; I wonder why I never wear it?" she said as she put a finger to her lips as if she was puzzled.

It was all a lie of course. Even I knew that the thing was brand new. She sauntered over to the couch and sat in the middle, not directly next to me, but not on the other side of the couch either.

"Now..." Mom said as she reached toward my side for the remote, giving me a very un-motherly view of her cleavage before returning, "what to watch...?"

She went through the various streaming options, but in the back of my mind, I had a feeling she knew exactly what she wanted to watch. My eyes opened wide when I saw her select "Original Sin" with Angelina Jolie, who she resembled.

I'd seen a few clips of it over the years (the sex scenes) but never thought my mom would pick it. She hit play without saying a word.

"Kind of a racy movie, huh Mom?" I inquired innocently with a smirk.

"You think so...?" Mom replied in her best attempt at innocence. I rolled my eyes as the movie started playing. I noticed that Mom was getting more and more relaxed as the movie went on, she was now lying on the couch, with her feet in my lap. I instinctively started rubbing her feet.

Now, this was not the first time I'd given my mother a foot massage, being a dutiful son. But this was the first time I'd done it with my mother moaning like she was as I did it. It was dark, but I could swear she was pinching her nipples underneath the robe.

Eventually, Mom settled her head in my lap, making the lame excuse that she wanted to "stretch out". Her head was right up against my package, which was becoming harder and harder to keep soft. She nuzzled into my lap and even through the sleep pants, I could feel her warm breath toward my genitals. I wasn't gonna give in easy, but I knew I'd give in.

Then "the" scene came on. The scene that had served as a masturbation tool many times for me to remember. That seemed to be the moment that Mom wanted to make her move.

"Oooh..." Mom said cooingly. "I think someone likes what he sees," poking my half chub. This was the first time that she'd blatantly made a move on my cock. It definitely flexed a bit from her touch. Instead of calling her out on it, I upped the ante...

"What do you expect?" I replied indignantly. "Angelina Jolie on the screen and her lookalike in my lap?" Mom turned over and looked at me as I said it, with a big shit-eating grin on her face.

"Oh, you think I look that good, huh?" Mom said teasingly.

"Duh..." I replied, getting a chuckle out of her. Then Mom started rubbing on my cock through my sleep pants.

"Seems someone likes me rubbing down here, huh?" Mom said with a cheeky grin.

"Maybe you should get a better look..."

This was it; I was making my move. Everything up to this had been teasing. Mom would either commit, stall, or slap me and throw me out of the house. I was putting all my chips into the middle of the table. I now hoped my nickname was well earned.

Mom didn't hesitate for a second. She immediately pulled my bottoms down enough to expose my crotch and took hold of my half hard cock.

"Oooh..." Mom said as she admired it, "now that is the response I deserve..." as my cock flexed in her hand.

Very slowly and very softly, she began stroking it, her eyes darting in between me and it. The movie was all but forgotten as she continued to fondle me and get my cock fully erect. Something that only took about 30 seconds or so.

"My, Lucky..." Mom said, wrapping her hands around my fully hard tool. "That is certainly proof you like how I look."

I just marveled at my mother while she marveled at my cock. I could still the mischief in her eyes as she lightly stroked it, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

"I wonder how it tastes..." was all she said before she engulfed my cock in her mouth.

Now, I'd love to tell you that she gave me a 20-minute blowjob before I shot my wad, but I thought at the time that I was a god for lasting five minutes. I could see Mom sucking every single drop of my cum down her throat. She then let my cock out of her mouth with a "pop" and smiled up at me.

"Now that was a nice snack..." Mom said as her eyes burned with a clear hunger for more. "Was that your first?"

"Um..." I said, really not knowing how to tell my mother that she'd just given her son her first blowjob. Mom smiled at me with glee, seemingly joyous at the news.

"Oh, goody," Mom said, placing small kisses along my shaft, "then I get to teach you so much..."

Mom got off the couch and turned off the TV, apparently thinking it was no longer necessary. She then stood up in front of me and untied her robe.

"Don't be nervous, Lucky," Mom said, now fully nude in front of me. "I'm gonna take such good care of you and show you everything..."

Mom laid down on the couch and spread her legs. Even my virgin mind knew what she was looking for, as if spreading her vaginal lips with her fingers wasn't enough of a clue. I crawled over and my face was right in front of her cunt.

As always, Mom was giving advice and instructions, telling me exactly how I should go about this and what techniques to use. Then she slapped her kitty a few times and told me to get to work.

The scent was heavenly. It was musky and strong, and I thought I could see heaven in between her folds. I just had one option and dived in.

I won't lie to all of you and say I was instant a God in the art of cunnilingus, but I was at least decent enough to get a reaction from Mom as I licked and nibbled at anything I could think of. If she didn't cum, she certainly made a show of it with her heavy breathing and her cunt dripping.

"Fuck...Lucky..." Mom said as she tried to gather herself. She bolted up and looked at me with desire and purpose as I crammed myself into the corner of the couch. "I want to be clear you, baby," Mom said, as she started to straddle me, my cock against her ass. "I'm going to fuck you, and I want you to cum in me," she said with clear determination. "Don't worry about me or anything else. When you're ready, you blow your load in me, ok baby?" she said while stoking my cheek.

"Su...sure..." was all I was able to get out before Mom grabbed hold of my cock and plunged herself down on it.

"FUCK!" Mom bellowed out when our pubic bones met up as she quickly was resting in my lap. "Oh, my fuck..." Mom said as she seemed to be adjusting to me.

"Are you ok?" I asked with concern. She was still my mom, no matter how much of my dick was inside her.

"Oh, fuck yes, baby!" Mom said with glee, looking down at me. "You feel so good inside me! Now just lay back and I'll do all the work, ok?"

Mom then started slowly riding me, nice and steady. She was moaning loudly as she glided up and down. Her tits were swaying perfectly to the motion and were captivating.

"Uh...Mom?" I asked nervously, trying to figure out how far was too far, even with my cock in her.

"Yes, baby?" Mom said with a smile and not stopping a bit.

"Can I...?" I was nervous to ask, but she must've noticed I was looking at her boobs.

"You can touch them all you want, baby," Mom said with a smile.

"Actually, uh..." I mumbled and Mom smiled even more.

"Oh, you wanna suck on Mommy's tits?" Mom said with glee. "That's a wonderful idea. Suck all you want, honey!"

I latched onto her left breast and played with the nipple with my tongue. Mostly, I was doing anything I could think of that I remembered from porn movies. Mom started moaning louder and stated riding me faster.

My hands instinctively made their way to her ass and I grabbed hold, noting how firm and soft it was all at once. Mom seemed to really like that.

"Just like that, baby! Touch Mommy!" Mom squealed.

For about five minutes, it went on like that until Mom started thrusting down on me harder and seemed like a demon possessed.

"Fuck me! Fuck, I'm gonna cum!!!!!"

Mom's cunt gripped me like a vice as I gritted my teeth to keep from cumming. Mom came back to reality a few seconds later and kept riding.

"Oh, baby, I'm so proud of you for holding your load," Mom said in a mix of pride and pleasure. "I'm gonna ride you real hard now. Just cum whenever you want, ok baby?"

Mom was as good as her word. I didn't think she could move that fast, but her tits were practically a blur as she rode me hard. I probably only lasted two minutes before I grunted and released my sperm for the first time in something not a tissue.

"FUCK!!" Mom bellowed as I came, seeming to get off herself as I blew in her. She breathed heavily for a minute before wrapping around me and kissing me deeply.

I couldn't believe that it happened! My Mom fucked me! It actually happened and it was everything I could've hoped for. Mom eventually got off me and stood up.

"Come on, Lucky," Mom said, extending her arm to me, "we have more to do..."

I woke up the next morning in my parent's bed, Mom snuggled up behind me with her breasts digging into my back. Once we'd gotten back to her room, we'd fucked two more times, the last time was me railing her from behind as she begged me to smack her ass and call her a dirty cunt.

It was now, laying in their marital bed with my naked mother behind me, that I felt the full weight of what had happened.

I'd slept with my mother.

My mother cheated on my father with me.

The guilt was creeping up me and making me uncomfortable as Mom apparently felt that I was awake.

"Good morning, baby..." Mom said, planting soft kisses on the back of my neck.

"Go...good morning," I said with a subdued voice. Mom turned me toward her.

"What's wrong, honey?" she said in her typical concerned mom voice, which was really weird when we were naked in the bed together.

"Mom," I said, getting all my confidence as behind me as I could. "I don't regret what happened last night..."

"Oh, me either, baby," Mom said cooingly. "It was magical..."

"But," I said, getting ready, "Dad..."

"Oh, so sweet," Mom said, brushing my cheek. "Don't worry, your father knows everything."

"What?!" I said, getting startled.

"Yes, honey, relax," Mom said, trying to get me to settle down. "He's known all about it and has no problem with it. He trusts you and knows you'd never harm me."

"Wow..." was all I could say as Mom started rubbing her tits into me.

"So..."

After that, the weekend was a non-stop fuck fest! Every room we seemed to christen, stopping only to eat or bathe (which gave no break either). Mom would scream and beg for my cum and I delivered load after load into her hot snatch.

While I was in school the following Tuesday, I got a text from Mom to come straight home as her and Dad wanted to talk to me. I started getting nervous again, having not talked directly to Dad about all this, but Mom sent several kissing and eggplant emoji.

Entering my home, I saw Mom and Dad both sitting on the couch smiling at me. I was still nervous as I laid my backpack down near the door.

"Hey Luck!" Dad said, getting up and wrapping me in a hug.

"Hi...hi, Dad," I said, trying to do anything I could to get the fact that I'd fucked his wife senseless out of my head.

"Come sit down, sweetheart," Mom said, indicating the chair opposite the couch where my parents were sitting. It immediately came to mind that where they were sitting was where Mom took my virginity.

"So, it seems you really took to heart me asking you to look after your mother," Dad said jovially. I just squirmed in my seat.

"Lucky, its ok," Mom said reassuringly, seeing I was uncomfortable. Then again, who wouldn't be?!

"So, you're probably wondering about this, right?" Dad said, probably knowing that I needed an explanation. "Your mother told me that you'd been lightly flirting with her and I saw no harm in it. Who better to teach you about sex? As you well know, you're Mom is very gifted."

"Oh hush," Mom said, lightly slapping his shoulder while kissing his cheek. "But seriously, Lucky," Mom said turning their attention back to me, "everything is fine. Your Dad and I wanted you to learn about sex in a safe space, not in college or at a party. We figured, why not like this?"

"So, what are your feelings, son?" Dad asked me.

I looked back and forth between my parents, searching for words.

"I mean," I said, trying to get my mind clear, "I guess I understand. You know I won't tell anyone what happened. It'll be our secret."

"Son," Mom said, "if we thought you were gonna go brag about fucking your mother," Mom said blatantly, causing my dad to chuckle, "we wouldn't have done it."

"Just tell your friends, if it comes up, that you lost your virginity to a hot, older woman. I mean, it certainly is true!" Dad retorted, copping a feel at Mom in front of me, Mom playfully smacking his hand away.

"O...ok Dad," I said.

"Good," Dad said, getting up from his chair, "now why don't you get your homework done before dinner?"

"Yep, and after dinner," Mom said, going off to the kitchen, "I can have my men as my dessert..."

That night, Mom served me and Dad our dessert in the nude and I learned how to fuck a woman up the ass, with Mom and Dad's instruction. After that, it was a pretty regular fuck fest for a while. Mom and Dad gave up being sneaky around me, Dad taking Mom on the couch a few times in the middle of a game.

A few mornings a week, Mom would wake me with a blowjob and I'd dump a load in her. This was life for a few months till I came home one day to Mom squealing in delight.

"YES! YES! YES!" Mom screamed out. I knew it wasn't from sex, knowing her sounds well by that point. This was excitement.

"Really?!" Dad said equally excited. Frankly, I was just surprised he was home.

"Yes, Adrian. Finally!" Mom said as she rushed into the living room, Dad grabbing her and spinning her around.

"What's going on?" I asked, confused.

"I'm pregnant!" Mom exclaimed.

Suddenly, I felt flush. I thought of all the times I'd cum inside my mother, all the loads I'd dumped into her without thought. Suddenly, I went weak.

"Whoa, easy buddy," Dad said, rushing to my side.

"Are you ok, honey?" Mom asked me once Dad got me to the couch.

"Is...baby...?" were all I could get out as I started hyperventilating. Mom got me a glass of water.

"Honey, breathe," Mom said concerned. "Calm down for a minute, then we'll all talk together."

I took some fairly large gulps from the water, settling my nerves as my parents flanked me on either side of the couch, Dad rubbing my back.

"Feeling better?" Dad asked. All I could do is nod in response as Mom started talking.

"So, yes, I'm pregnant," Mom stated, "and yes, biologically, the child is yours."

"Oh, God! Oh, God!" I just kept repeating. "Dad, I'm so sorry!" I said on the verge of tears. Dad however, showed no sign of anger.

"Lucky, its ok," Dad said reassuringly. "You did absolutely nothing wrong."

"You see, Lucky," Mom said, "part of the reason we did all this," obviously referencing all the fucking we'd all been doing, "is because we really did want to have another baby."

I looked at both of them in confusion, until Dad explained.

"Lucky, after we got married, we tried for a while to have a kid. Four years and nothing. We went to a fertility doctor and discovered that I was sterile."

My mind started racing as I was taking all this in. If Dad was sterile...

"Yes, Lucky," Mom said, confirming what she seemed to know what I was thinking. "You're adopted."

"You were only a year and half old when we adopted you out of Estonia," Dad explained. "We'd always planned to tell you, Lucky, we just weren't sure how."

"So..." I said, trying to get my bearings, "you wanted me to get Mom pregnant so you could have a real kid?"

I admit, I was being petty, but I felt it was pretty damned deserved! How would you feel if your parents seduced you to give a kid, only to find out you weren't really theirs?

Mom grabbed my head and pulled me toward her face, hard.

"Don't ever say that! You are our son and the most wonderful gift we ever could've received. We will be your parents until the day you die and you will be this child's brother until the day you die."

"Son," Dad said, trying to be the calming influence, "I'm sorry how we went about this. We should've told you everything from the start. Yes, part of the reason I went along with you sleeping with your mother was so we could have another child. I want to be clear about this, ANOTHER child. You are ours! We love you so much and are so proud of the man you're becoming. I understand if you need some time..."

I bolted up and went to my room. I needed to think. I needed space.

Adopted?! Who are my parents?! Who gave me up?! WHY?!

I sat there for two hours, just stuck in my head, trying to figure out who I was. Estonian?! I thought I was Irish?! It was two hours before I heard a knock on the door.

"Lucky?" I heard my dad from the other side, "can I come in?"

"I guess," I said, "if that's even my name..." I said softly. Dad came in and closed the door behind him.

"So, we fucked this up pretty well, huh?" Dad said, trying to lighten the mood, like he always did. "Good lesson for you that even parents fuck up."

"So, who am I?" I asked.

"First and foremost, you are Lachlan, our son," Dad told me supportively. "But that's not all you are."

"How much do you know about my background?" I asked him.

"I know you were born in Estonia," Dad started. "We have no information on your biological father. Your mother was young, very young, when she had you. She managed to get you into a premier adoption agency when you were a month old. We got you four months after that on a foster basis, until your adoption and citizenship went through."

"Have you heard from her?" I asked him. Dad just shook his head.

"She didn't want an open adoption," Dad told me. "I think, and I'm sorry to say this," Dad said hugging me, "she just wanted to move on."

"So, I was abandoned..." I said, as Dad took me by the shoulders.

"You were chosen!" Dad said forcefully. "Never, ever forget that! From the first picture we saw of you, we knew we wanted you as our son. Never, ever think otherwise."

"Ok, Dad..." I said, my head still swimming. "So, you let Mom and me do what we did so she could get pregnant?"

"Well..." Dad said, knowing how awkward this conversation was, even after all the times in the last few months we'd had threesomes with Mom. "We did want you to learn about sex, but yeah, that was part of it. You have no idea how grateful we are to you for doing this for us."

"So, when the kid is born?"

"I'll be their father and you'll be their brother, simple," Dad said. "Maybe someday we'll tell them the truth, but we'll all cross that bridge when we come to it."

Then we both heard a knocking on the door.

"Are you ok, Lucky?" Mom said sweetly.

"I'm not sure," I admitted, "but I probably will be."

"I understand, honey," she said, entering the room and kissing the top of my head, in that way only mothers do. "Well, dinner is ready, so why don't we all go eat. Your both gonna need your strength tonight..." Mom said seductively. "Especially, if you wanna live out your fantasy of fucking a pregnant woman..."

Busted...

Graduation came and went, everyone celebrating, and Mom giving me my own "present" that whole weekend. She still wasn't showing, but we knew the baby was in there. All indications were that the baby was healthy, and even given Mom's age, her gynecologist predicted a smooth pregnancy.

In all that time, I'd been thinking about my birth mother. What happened to her? Did she thrive after I left? I didn't know.

My parents already knew I was gonna take a gap year to help with Mom's pregnancy, which they fully supported. But now I had a different mission.

With my parents blessing, I was standing in the jet way, ready to board a flight to Estonia...
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