Incest/Taboo The Inheritance

The woman was late. I had been sitting almost twenty minutes before she appeared, typically well dressed, just before I was about to leave, resigned that there would be no more money. She sat down as usual but didn't place an envelope on the table, or a headset and recorder. She simply sat for a minute and smiled.

I was angry until I realized that she would be behaving exactly as instructed and that this was what my father wanted. Was I on video? Almost definitely. I relaxed and smiled back, crossing my leg toward her in as calm a manner as I could muster.

"He's gone," the woman suddenly blurted out, quietly, when nobody was near enough to hear. "I'm sorry."

"Last night?" I replied.

"Yes."

"When?" I asked, then added to cover up such a potentially revealing query, "Was he in pain?"

"No pain. Early this morning, about 4am."

"Oh," I said, looking away. Turning back, I queried, "Was he lucid?"

"Oh yes," the woman replied. "Right to the very end." She smiled again, a knowing smile. I felt like wringing her neck. She's toying with me.

"He instructed me to leave you this message," she went on. "Too bad time ran out, Gwen," she recited. "I told you there was no time for games. You should have believed me."

She stopped and painted her face with her annoying smile.

Well, I took a shot and lost. I had no regrets. I had felt alive the past few days. I have felt excited to be a woman again with my son and we had five and a half million dollars to show for it. I picked up my purse from the table and started to get up.

"Wait," the urgency in the woman's voice made me quickly sit back in the chair. "He instructed me to leave this as a parting gift, his exact words." She removed an envelope from her purse and laid it on the table, standing as she did and then briskly walking away, her heels clacking on the tiled floor.

I stared at the envelope, afraid to open it. A parting shot, a final humiliation, his last power trip? If I didn't open it, he couldn't win. I sat there staring at that envelope, not able to leave but unable to look inside. Finally, I picked it up and in a decisive movement tore it open. There was a letter inside. I unfolded it and a draft fell into my lap. Picking it up I read the amount. Another five million dollars!

Shocked again, I read the brief note.

"You refused me, Gwen but you did put on a marvelous show tonight and for that I reward you with this consolation prize. I wish you had granted me this last wish, I wanted so much to give you the big one, but rules are rules. I leave you with this one truth. You made my life worth living. I was never so alive as I was with you. Thank you."

It was signed, 'Your Father.'

Emotion racked my body. The urge to cry surged within but I had no tears, not after all these years. Was this his final comedy, to make me feel that there was some semblance of humanity left in him, that there was some redeeming value in the charade of our lives? I felt angry and disbelieving and then grasping to a twisted hope that it was true, that he really did feel that way.

Composing myself, I put the draft and letter in my purse. I was about to stand when I noticed a displeased Leanne exit the elevator and walk directly outside toward a waiting cab. That was fine with me. I wanted to be alone with my son, to show him how our life was about to change. I walked toward the elevator feeling stronger with each step, my excitement growing as I thought about being alone with my son. My past fell further and further behind.

"Mom!" Nick was surprised when I entered, startling him just as he was setting his suitcase down in the hallway. "That was quick."

"Yes," I beamed. "You're alone? I thought you'd be having a breakfast with Leanne."

"Well. You said you wanted to go home and I thought it would be better if she just left."

"I do, but tomorrow. It's past check out now so we may as well have one last day. Let's go for a drive in the country. Just ourselves."

"Grandpa?"

"He's gone. Come on, let's go right now. I need to get out of here."

We left and spent the day driving around in Nick's new pride and joy. We stopped and had a great lunch on the veranda of a quaint seaside restaurant. It was wonderful.

"This isn't the place to have lunch with your mother," I commented at the end. "You should be here with your girlfriend, someone like Leanne."

"Mom, you barely look ten years older than me," Nick replied. "I doubt anyone thinks you're my mother. Knowing this town, they probably think you're some rich bitch having a little on the side."

Nick laughed but he also went red in the face as he thought about what he'd just said. I thanked him for his flattery and made light of it but when the waiter brought the bill, I made sure he noticed me drop my shoe and rub my toes up my son's muscled calf. As we walked past the counter on the way out, Nick played his part, slipping his arm around my waist and pulling me close, his hand briefly cupping my breast. We giggled like kids on the way to the car.

I was free with my dress the rest of the drive, as I had been a few days earlier. I even teased him openly at one stoplight, pulling my skirt high and lifting it so he could see my panties as well as the guy driving the SUV next to us. I wonder what his wife thought as we sped away from the light while he sat there still gazing out his window. Childish, but fun.

Back at the hotel, Nick kept his arm around me as we walked through the lobby again. In the elevator, I turned, rose up on my tippy toes and kissed my son, a long, close, full lipped kiss, arms around his neck holding him to me.

"You know we can't do this at home, don't you?"

"I know, Mom."

"When we get home, I'm going to arrange a holiday so we can be together, alone."

"That's great, Mom."

"Do you want to know where?"

"I don't care," Nick replied, trying to kiss me again. I let him.

The door opened before we were finished and we had to step by a surprised couple waiting for the elevator. We laughed and I ran ahead, letting Nick watch me. I have always known how to attract men and felt odd but elated to be working my ways on my son. He wouldn't open the door until I let him kiss me again. This time he slid his tongue into my mouth and I let him do that too, and I allowed his hand on my breast.

We stumbled into the hallway where Nick engaged me in a serious kiss and an alarmingly fantastic and enthusiastic fondling of my breasts.

"Nick, we can't. We can't do that, even away from home."

"I know, Mom. We can't," he replied, kissing me again, his hands slipping around to my back to unzip my dress. I returned his kiss and didn't block his hands from reaching inside to take hold of my tits.

When the kiss ended, I turned and stumbled into the bedroom. Nick caught up to me before I reached the bed, his hands slipping inside my dress once more and taking full possession of my breasts and nipples, his lips on my neck, my cheek, my ear, his tongue, oh god. He turned my head to kiss me again, tongue deep inside as he pressed his hardness into my ass.

"We can't, Nick."

"I know."

One hand left a breast, leaving it deprived and cold. I felt him fumbling behind me and knew he was undoing his jeans. He kept kissing me, then pulled my dress off my shoulder and ran his tongue along its length as he grasped my tit once more.

"Nick. We can't."

"I know."

My dress was on the floor. How had that happened? His bare cock was pressing against my ass, unimpeded by the thong-like panties I was wearing until its head pushed so far in that the material poked inside my wet pussy. The image of his beautiful cock, as I'd seen it just before he plunged it inside Leanne, filled my mind. Oh god. Couldn't I do it just once. Father was gone. This is for me, not him.

No, I can't. I stepped forward, trying to get away, crawling onto the bed.

Nick followed, capturing me just as I reached the pillows and fell onto my tummy, powerless to stop him. He turned me onto my back. I closed my eyes, felt his hands on my panties, pulling them down and then up my legs, deliberately, not hurriedly, seeming to enjoy the scrape of his hands on my legs as much as I did. Peeling the panties over my feet and toes, he opened my legs wide and then closed them before bending my thighs back toward my tummy, his hands behind my knees.

"We can't Nick."

"I know," he gasped.

He kept pushing my legs back, raising my tailbone from the mattress. I opened my eyes to see him squatting over me, on his feet, his cock hovering over my entrance. Still, he pushed my legs further back until they were as far as I had held Leanne's for him. I engaged his eyes as he raised himself up on his legs but lowered his hips so his cock was almost touching me.

"Nick, we can't," I said firmly.

"I know, mother."

He dipped and pushed his cock against my pussy, rubbing his head through my wet slit.

"I mean it, Nick. We can't."

"I know, Mom."

He was inside. Just that little nudge and his cock head was inside me. Push, push, he filled me, sliding his whole cock through my grasping, pulsing channel.

"Nick, don't."

Deeper, deeper. God he was still sliding in.

Bottom. He was was all the way in. Plugging me. Leaning over, his hands on my ankles by my shoulders. He wasn't moving, he just filled me.

"Feel this, mom."

I didn't feel anything for a minute but then I felt the smallest vibration, deep inside me. He was wiggling his cock. I could see his face strain with the effort. He didn't move, just wiggled his cock in me. What a strange feeling. At my age, to feel something new inside my pussy. I concentrated on his vibrations, losing myself in it, reacting, anticipating, squeezing back, clutching. God. He was in control. I couldn't stop reacting now no matter how hard I tried, but I had never felt like this and I wasn't so sure I wanted to. My pussy was throbbing.

Now he was moving. Not in and out, not yet. Just rocking, pulsing, the shocks reverberating through my entire body. Come on. Fuck me. Just fuck me!

He's barely moving. Jesus, that quivering sensation in my core, permeating my body. Move, please move. I couldn't do anything, I was held too tight, bent almost in half. All I could move was my pussy, grabbing, clenching, squeezing. That little rocking motion. Maddening. Shove it harder! Oh, god. That's it. Push in.

What's he doing? He's not pulling out. Just quick thrusts. He's shoving me into the mattress, bouncing me back onto his pole. Yes. Bounce me harder. That's it. Bounce, bounce, bounce. Ah yessss.

Oh, no. Too far. Don't come out. No. Push up, come on Gwen, push up, grab his cock, get it with your pussy, don't let it go, squeeeeeeze it. Yes, I've got it, can't get away now. Oh god, I'm squeezing it hard, as hard as I can. Oh, yes. That's it. Hard. Harder. Fast yeah, fuck me fast. Ugh, ugh, ugh. Oh, beautiful boy, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. I'm hanging on. Hard. As hard as you can, yeah, fast, I'm hanging on. Oh god. OH GOD. Ahhhhhhhhhh.

He fell on me, gasping, even louder than I was. He let go of my legs, they fell to the bed. His cock was still inside, all the way, but he just lay there, exhausted, gasping for breath. He was heavy. I pushed and he rolled away, to the side. I stayed close, rolling with him, keeping him inside me, following him over onto his back, spreading my legs wide over his hips.

Now I could move. I squeezed his cock tight, pressing my hips against his pelvis, trapping him inside me. I could feel his come seeping out of me as I clenched him hard.

"Mom, don't."

I grabbed his wrists and pulled his hands behind his head, locking them in place. I scrunched my hips down on him and circled my pussy around his root. He gasped.

"Mom don't."

A dozen quick hunches of my hips, a dozen little fucks, oh feel him get hard, feel it stiffen inside me, reaching, wanting more. That's right you little bastard, I thought as I drew myself slowly up his rigid shaft. Doesn't that feel good. I paused at the top, hovering over his tip, pulling off and setting my wet slit down over his head, again and again. Then once more, a quick twist, and then plop, right down with a slap and a grinding fuck all around his root.

Over and over and over. He gasped every time I dropped on him and moaned while I teased his tip. Once, only once, he tried to get up, to take control. But I bit him. Christ, I bit my son. He didn't try it again.

Finally, I couldn't take it any more. I pulled his hands from behind his head and put them on my tits, leaned into him, and began to steadily fuck him, riding his poor, desperate pole. Oh, I worked it. He wouldn't want to stick it anywhere for a few days. I was really slapping on him when it came. Another huge orgasm. I wailed out loud. I hadn't done that for many, many years.

Afterwards, after we had our separate showers, just before sleep, I spoke.

"Nick, we're going home tomorrow, and we're going on a vacation."

"Where?" was all he said.

"I don't know. Europe."

"What about Dad?"

"He can come or stay, but we're going."

"But if he comes?"

"It's too early now but eventually, he'll learn to disappear for a while." It was harsh, but it was the truth.

"I love you Mom," he whispered.

"I love you too, sweetheart. Now go to sleep."

It was a good thing we loved each other. I had the drafts but only Nick could cash them.

Sore or not, the next morning I woke up on my tummy, looking at the sunlight streaming into the room, with that thing of his inside me, from behind.

"How long have you been awake?" I asked.

"A while," he grunted back, not missing a stroke, shoving my hips from side to side to vary his thrusts now that I was awake.

I knew he was telling the truth by the wet sounds of my soaking pussy as he picked up his pace and really let me have it.

Later that morning, as I was checking out and Nick had gone to get the car, that woman was waiting for me when I turned around, elegantly dressed as usual. She handed me an envelope, speaking in response to the quizzical expression that must have covered my face.

"He had second thoughts just before he died," she said. "He said you were to have this if a certain event occurred." She turned and quickly walked away, her heels clacking on the tile floor.

I opened it. Seventeen million and some odd hundred thousand dollars.

I stood there, draft in hand. Did she know? Who else had seen?

It doesn't matter, Gwen. Even if this showed that he thought it likely, he didn't see it and didn't know. You didn't do it for him.

I walked out, proud and strong. I could hardly wait to take my son to Europe.​