Incest/Taboo The Kincaid Family Kink

Harry suddenly left his place where his face was getting a close up of his wife doing finger exercises on his son's flute, and cradling the kid's balls with her other hand. She felt him hunker up behind her, and take hold of the well-shaped hips, and spread her buns a bit. His hard-on invaded the hot hole of her sex, and then they were doing the doggie, while her digits pumped on the hunk of flesh before her. This time it was certain that a shooting rocket was in Mandy's pussy pocket, and she was also lighting the fuse on the roman-candle she was handling. Mandy herself was a powder-keg set to blow, the fuse was lit on all three of them, and the sparks were spreading to all parts of the family fireworks factory, in an erotic frenzy of lust.

It was only a matter of time before one of them went boom. It was Jack. The son's cock came in a fountain of milky cream, all over mother's fist. His sacks were jumping, as each clenching spurt erupted. With a loud cry of, "OH! MOM Yess, . . . THAT'S IT, Ahh, . . . I'm Cummiinng SO GOOD!!"

This triggered the rush of Harry, in pounding hard, and then with a locked-in lunge, he unloaded a huge release of sperm to flood his wife's cunt. That was her cue, to wash his wild willie with a gush of her own deluge. As it poured out, she felt like she was climbing the climax to a soaring pinnacle, and topping out so high she was gasping for oxygen. All three were out of breath, and sweating like in a sauna, moaning in the aftermath of their three-way cluster cum. Mandy stretched forward, and hugged Jack, Harry put his arms around her and held tenderly. They stayed like that for several minutes.

Finally, Jack spoke softly, "Thanks mom, thanks dad, thank you both for sharing your love with me, and allowing me to be part of that special way, of showing how deeply you care for each other, and me. I really mean, thanks so much."

"Yeah," Harry chimed in, "Thanks Mandy for letting us join in a wonderful time of togetherness. You gave both of us all a night to remember, always."

"Okay, guys. I love you each with all my heart, but that is not going to be something we do regularly. It was great, but I don't want things getting weird, or of anybody getting jealous. Understand?"

"Uh-Huh, right . . ." went Harry.

"No problem, mom" chimed in her son.

She thought to herself; if only she was as confident as they sounded, that they were going to have smooth sailing ahead. But she suspected things would not be so uncomplicated. Harry lifted Mandy up and she in turn pulled Jack to his feet. Without any discussion, but with arms around each other, the trio staggered to the broad bed and collapsed in a heap of tangled arms and legs. Three naked bodies cuddled together, the kinky Kincaid kin, united by their cums and communion of spirits, were asleep almost as one.

By Oediplex 8==3~

What happened when all three view the video

A sort of unspoken agreement of a sexual truce was in effect over the next couple of days. It was not as if they regretted anything they had done, nor were the Kincaids burned out or shy. Now that the hot action, which had crossed certain boundaries of intimacy had happened, they were willing to not press for any more testing of the lewd limits already stretched. More like, letting the tide ebb out before it rolls back in, allowing the pendulum of events to make its natural swinging cycle, they waited for the natural cycle to come (cum?) full circle. All of them could tell, by looking at one another, from the way no one brought up the subject of their foray into the outskirts of incest; (which spoke volumes about everybody's suspicions that they would be engaged in the mangling manage once again) that it was just a matter of time and temptation and opportunity.

Harry and Mandy even refrained from hot and heavy huddling that the pair held so dear. All was respectful and relaxed among the family threesome. Then Jack was a bundle of nervous energy one afternoon. Mandy could tell something was in the wind, but she waited for Harry to be home and for him to be the one to investigate the matter. As the two men came into the kitchen after a conference in Jack's room, she overheard Harry say, "Well, I think it would be alright to tell your mom, she knew you were going to anyway."

"Knew what? What are you two gabbing about?"

"Ah . . . Mom, I got a package today - in the mail?"

"I saw, was it a new game disk?"

"No, it was a DVD."

"Yes?"

"The video." Mandy had a blank look. "The porno video that dad and I saw at the hotel? I suggested that I order it and you agreed, remember? You even said you would pay for it, it cost thirty bucks by the way. But it's worth every dollar. Wait till you see it, you look awesome! Uh . . . I meant the woman who looks like you is awesome - you're awesome too, you're both sexy and hot, real MILFs!

"How do you know if the gal in the video is a mother? I know I'm a mother you'd like to fuck, but that porno flick is the closest you're going to get to doing it to your old mom!"

"As opposed to watching us the other night, Mandy?" Harry had her there.

"Ah . . . yeah, he can watch the video as many times as he likes, but our . . . uh . . . encounter - isn't something that is going to be a regular thing. It just sort of happened by - happenstance, for lack of a better term, and now that Jack has his video of my clone fucking, he doesn't need to invade our privacy, or horn in on our love life, no matter how horny I make him." She smiled at her son.

"Does that mean you're not going to watch the video with dad and me?" Jack was obviously disappointed by his tone.

"Well, are you and your father going to do what you did, when you saw it at the hotel?"

They both looked at each other, then turned to face her. As one they chimed, "Of course!"

"Let me think about it over dinner." Mandy equivocated. But she wouldn't miss the show of her two guys pulling their puds for anything. However, she didn't want to seem too eager. Not to have them think she was expecting any repeat of the other evening, fun as it had been. After all, as any good 'poke-her' player knows, you don't tip your hand, nor lay all your cards down until the round is over. Mandy's bet was that it would be Jack's gonna' be wild and the King would kinky; but this Queen intended to trump any try to get her to do something she was not ready for, and she meant that with all her heart, in spades!

Dinner was simple spaghetti and meatballs made earlier. Harry opened a very nice Vapolicelli, they killed the first bottle of wine and left half of the second one to finish with the movie. Each of them changed into robes. Just robes. Somehow, it didn't seem fitting for everybody to just saunter into the living room nude. On the other hand, nobody was kidding themselves or one another either, they were there to masturbate to porno, not make polite small talk! So each of them had only their birthday suits on underneath. It was an erotic kind of atmosphere as they all sat down on the couch. Harry on Mandy's right, Jack on the other side of her. Hubby had brought in the glasses of wine and sonny had slipped in the DVD and had the remote handy on the end table by him. Momma was sure she would have plenty to do later on.

Harry popped up again to turn the lights down so that just the one in the far corner was on. When he sat back down, Mandy gave him a quick kiss. Then she turned and gave Jack a little kiss. But got a surprised when her son Frenched her as she was smooching him, yet it was allowed it as it didn't seem inappropriate, considering the circumstances. She told Jack to start the movie and gave Harry a sloppy tongue-tangling as well. The TV went from news to nudes. Right off the bat, some couple was doing sixty nine, but clearly it wasn't the broad who doubled for Mandy. They were interrupted by another gal, still not the mommy-clone, who was obviously pissed off at the guy for cheating on her.

Then the scene shifted to an office building, followed by a shot of a door with a sign saying 'marriage counselor'. The second gal and her guy walked up and knocked. It was opened up by a lady in a suit. She wore glasses and had her hair in a tight French twist at the back. It was momma. It was a Mandy look-a-like, maybe twenty pounds lighter and ten years younger, but still. If she had a younger sister there would be no doubt that they were related, Harry had been intuitive about that. Even she could clearly see the strong resemblance to herself. It was uncanny. Suddenly, Mandy had to pee. "Keep watching I'll be right back." she excused herself and dashed to the bathroom.

When she got back both the fellas had their robes open. However, their doodles were still dinky, so Mandy guessed that the action on screen had not yet begun again. The dialog was pedantic and she didn't listen closely, but studied her doppelganger that had gotten the Kincaid guys so gaga. Yes, she did have an eerie resemblance to their woman who sat between them. The babe on screen had let down her hair, she had the same color of hair as Mandy too. The other female actress was somewhere out of the room by now. The couple each took off their own clothes, but kept separate for the moment. Mandy guessed this was part of the treatment for the character's problem. Some therapy! Cure a guy's infidelity by fucking him yourself. How's that going to help? Well, most porno is male fantasy, and not too realistic. Harry and she had watched some together on occasion, when he was in the mood to rent something, but Mandy never found the plots to be anything a woman would have scripted.

But that was beside the point here. Now that the double for her was stripped, Mandy noted that the woman's breast were not quite as full as her own, but the nipples were as if she was looking in a mirror. Mandy was a little jealous as she saw the flanking male genitalia stiffen at the sight of the film fem's pulchritude. "I got better ta-tas!" she proclaimed and undid her robe's cinch and opened the sides to prove it.

"Yeah, Babe, you certainly do!" Harry was quick to back up his wife's claim.

"And you got a hairier bush, mom." said Jack, who was looking at his mother's privates closer that he had ever been. "I like yours better!" Mandy blushed but she was silently pleased at the complimented. Of course she realized they might have been buttering her up for ulterior motives, but didn't think they weren't sincere either. She took the last swallow of her wine. Jack eagerly finished his, Harry handed him the last of his and Jack downed that too. Mandy reached out to the crotches of both males and took each hard-on in hand. She stroked their cocks, as all watched the foreplay on the glowing screen. Harry turned slightly and rubbed the nipple next to him. Then Jack copied his dad. This was warming mom up nicely. In fact, she felt quite warm. (She later discovered one of the scamps had turned the thermostat high, on a summer's night!)

So she let go briefly to shrug her robe off her shoulders, as did the gentlemen, following the lady's example. When they returned to their triangulation of manipulating each other's erogenous parts, Harry began to pet his Mrs.'s muff and Jack squeezing his mom's mams gently with his fingers. Hating to interrupt such nice fun, but knowing something of what was ahead, Mandy got up for a moment and gathered her robe and went and laid it over the easy chair. Jack collected his dad's and did the same for theirs. The divan's fabric had a stain resistant treatment and was a nice soft fuzzy kind of velour. It felt good on bare skin, that's exactly why it had been had picked it out, because it was a place that Harry and his honey would fool around on, like that action which Jack almost walked in on, not so long ago.

As the action on the tube heated up with the two actors kissing and running their hands over each other in a tight clench, Mandy turned so that she leaned back on her son and presented spread thighs to her husband with right knee bent and the foot up on the sofa. This allowed her young man to wrap his arms around and now to use both hands and do double duty to momma tits, while at the junction of the legs her spouse was fingering the slippery slit. This was more than she had expected to happen, but it was very romantic, being pawed and by one and diddled by the other. Girls have fantasies too, one of Mandy's as a teen had been to have two guys be attentive and pleasure her. Though, never at that age would she have actually ever allowed that sort of thing; unless it was both the captain of the football team and the handsome baseball hero of senior year. That would have been way cool!

Suddenly there was a scream from the flickering box, the guy's girlfriend had re-entered and discovered that he was again being bad with another woman. The enraged 'lady' stormed out of the office in a fit of furious anger. Mandy was a bit surprised the broad hadn't joined them. Maybe that would happen later. The shrink, stand-in strumpet for Mandy, merely shrugged and began to go down on her co-star. This gave Mandy mouth-watering ideas, she was already wet at Harry's end, so she twisted around and put her mouth where her money - that is her Honey-Sonny's prick was. She couldn't see the expression on Jack's face with hers in his crotch, but she knew it was one of happy surprise.

Harry of course was pleased and encouraged his wanton wife. "Yeah, Babe suck your son, show him that porno pro has got nothing' on you!" He hefted her hips to provide a better position so that Mandy's bottom was toward him now, thus he was able to get on his left side and prod her posterior with his prick. It was not the best of positions, but he managed to penetrate and began to screw her, as he watched his wife perform fellatio on his boy. Jack ran his finger in his mother's hair and made wheezy gasps of delight, as his father grunted in ecstatic heat, moving in jerky thrusts. Mandy was concentrating on engulfing the penis in her mouth with gliding motions, but the punching at her hindquarters was making it difficult to maintain that smooth rhythm.

"There they go, mom, they're getting it on!" Jack announced. Mandy paused her oral puckering and turned her head to look. Sure enough, lady psychiatrist and her patient were putting her couch to a use that the AMA would never have approved of. Everybody all sat up to watch the scene of the surrogate (both sexual healer and substitute for mom Kincaid) and her client lover, balling to beat the band. Mandy had to admit it was a hot few minutes, as on the TV the woman took her customer's dick, had her titties sucked and rode the chap for all he was worth. The camera provided close ups.

Mandy looked at their kid, "Wanna see that for real?"

"Could I? - WOULD I!!" was her son's answer. The slut on camera was no competition for his mom!

Mandy knelt on carpet in front of Harry. Why was she so much of a hot-to-trot-trollop after drinking she wondered? Then she grasped her hubby's tool and after a few pulls did her best 'Linda Lovelace technique' so that she was nearly gagging, he went so deep in the throat. If this was an adult film, Mandy mused, Jack would be getting behind me and doing the 'dog and pony show'; herself as the bitch in heat and boy-toy doing the stud service as stallion. This prompted another thought, in her head, they could make an intimate tape of themselves, Harry and her, Jack could be the camera-man, she bet he would watch it more than his folks ever did. Then again, she realized it could just as well be the reverse as far as her kinky husband would have it. He would be the photographer, with Jack and herself the screwing pair, and Harry would wear that video out.

Mandy sensed the approach of her son behind her, as much from the extra arousal of her husband's erection, as for seeing movement out of the corner of her eye. Jack was now on hands and knees and licking at his mother's pussy. That really raced Mandy's motor! She could tell that all systems were go, so she climbed aboard Harry's rocket, straddling him while he was still seated on the davenport, just as her screen double had done. But unlike that gal, she had a helping hand as their son guided dad's dick to mom's labia. With a tilt of her pelvis and a swing of the hips she had hubby high in her hole and the trio's own hot action began.

Mandy looked back over her shoulder to see Jack with his eyes glued to the joining genitals of his parents. She was joyous that she was getting a solid drubbing to her pussy at last, this evening. The whole room seemed to be filled with the scent of sex and the odor of sinful lust. Everybody was totally turned on and ready to have anything happen. She looked right into Harry's eyes, and communicated her love and passion, which was coming from her heart and very soul for him, and indeed for Jack too, she realized.

As if she had projected that thought into the brain of the youthful hunk at her back, Jack crouched behind his mother and placed his boner between her humping buns. He reached around and cupped Mandy's breasts, his palms were placed squarely over her erect, rubbery nipples; he said softly in his mater's right ear, "God! I love you, mom! You are the sexiest woman in the world. Fuck daddy! I want to cum with you both. Fuck us mommy, make us all cum together!"

Mandy could feel Harry straining even greater, with more powerful pumps. He was close, he was peaking because Jack was humping her hinny and joining them in a kinky three way. She was glad he hadn't tried to go in the back door, she wasn't that kind of girl, at least she didn't think so, but look what was happening now! It was fantastically erotic and she was more excited that she had ever been. It as close as to sex as a mother and son, Mandy and Jack, could be without actually making love. She was going to be climaxing soon, it couldn't be stopped! Nor did she want anything to derail the coming orgasm. She took up the pace a notch and began to verbally cue the impending chain reaction, atomic bomb cum-boom in the Kincaid living room!!

"You're fucking momma, baby, you're putting it up my cunt and you're going to make you mother to have a super orgasm! Aren't you?! You're going to shoot all your hot sperm in her womb and show her how much you love her, yeah Honey? You're such a good son to give mommy your big prick in her wet, tight, needy pussy. You're so big in me, so much a man I can't help myself! Give it to me right now! She played on both her men's Oedipus obsession. Jack's wanting to have his mother, Harry's wanting Jack to have Mandy. And of course she too wanted to have Jack,as well. The family kink.

CUM FOR ME, JACK! . . . CUM IN ME . . . OH! GOD I"M CUMMING! CUMMIINNGG! And she was - CUMMING! So was Harry, in big expansions and contractions of his peter in her vagina. At the same time, a three way tie, Jack sawed quickly on his mother's buns, his sweet manhood squashed between her ass-cheeks and his tummy, both bodies enclosing the meaty pole. Then mother felt son spray his seed on her backside, while Harry squirted semen inside and Mandy let loose with her own copious flow down the channel of her feminine center.

On the television the lady who had started their family's kinky carnal carnival, was on her back and being plugged by the man. Mandy was one up on her, so to speak since she had brought off two guys at once. A stray thought and another, that spiraled each other, came together as a joke which popped into Mandy's mind. "Hey guys!, see the shrink getting screwed? She has a college degree, She graduated with honors, magna-cum-laude, but I can even do her one better, I'm 'mama-cum-loudly!'" It was a dumb joke, but they all laugh until their sides ached.

That night again all the Kincaids cuddled on the master bed. Having masturbate and fucked themselves to exhaustion once more. 'Oh well,' thought Mandy as she drifted off to slumberland, 'you might say - it was in the cards!'

When many fantasies are finally fulfilled

When she awoke Mandy could see by the clock it was well past time for Harry to be gone to work. Sure enough, it was just Jack and herself in their big bed. She looked over at her son and saw in the youth, both the boy he once was, and the man he was now becoming. Her heart was simultaneously filled with sentimental nostalgia and maternal pride, and, she had to admit, unladylike lust for the lad.

At that moment, as if sensing her third more base emotion, Jack rolled over on to his back. A morning woodie tenting the sheet at his middle. "Morning, mom. That was some night, huh?"

"Had fun, did you?"

"You know I did. How about some more? See what cock the son-rise brings crowing?" He drew back the covering and both bare bodies came to light. There was a resplendent erection exposed and Mandy's eyes feasted on that sausage of her son's.

"You have the awfulest puns, but an awesome penis!"

"I need to have an orgasm awfully bad, mom. Would you be good enough to help?"

"You want me to be bad and give you a good cum, is that what you're asking?" she answered with equally raunchy repartee.

"I'll make sure you are handsomely rewarded for your efforts."

"Well, you are handsome, are you my reward?"

"If you'll let me be."

Danger! Danger! The little voice said in her head. "Jack, I'm NOT going to let you have me. That is forbidden . ."

"By who? Not dad."

"Jack! By your mom! And society and God and everything that . . . OH FUCK! At least not without your father being here, and I'm not sure if I'm comfortable with us doing it even then. But that's not going to happen this morning, no matter what else occurs in the future."

"So, you might let me . . . I mean allow us - you and me - to make love some day? Really mom?"

"Well, all three of us want it, no denying that now. But - it still is a big step and it's not something to be done lightly or rashly. But, yeah . . it might happen. Until then, NO fucking mommy! Your father and I will let you know if we decide on that, so nothing before. You understand?"

"Sure mom, I respect that's it's yours and dad's decision. But what about my morning stiffy, can't you help me out? I mean without stepping past the line, even though dad's not here at the moment?"

"Mmm - I have an idea, get on top of me, missionary position. But keep your peter high on my tummy, okay?"

"You got it!" Sonny climbed on board between her legs. His chest wasn't as furry as his father's, and his beard not as rough, but he was a full grown male above a worldly woman. The potential for being ravaged was not lost on his mom, as he covered her body, yet she trusted him. Herself was another matter, since his turgid prick was a temptation Mandy was going to find difficult to resist, she was now horny too!

She began rocking them, as her pelvis rolled her hips so that his dick dipped and rose on the pillow of her stomach. "Let's review your recent sex education lessons." She whispered in a breathy tone, lips close to his right ear. "First you were listening at your parent's door while we were making love."

"And masturbating."

"Yes, and then you watch a porno film with your father at the hotel."

"And masturbated."

"That's what you both did. Then mommy discovered your secret, that the woman in the video reminded you of your mother."

"And you masturbated me until I came" Jack was rubbing up and down on his mother's smooth abdomen.

"Umm-humm, I did indeed! You continued to listen and one time you even saw us through the open door!"

"I was masturbating and you saw me having a great big cum!"

"You were naked and shot all over the hall rug."

"Then next time, dad caught me, masturbating outside your door again."

"He made you come in and sit in the chair."

As her son was getting into the swing of this trip down memory lane his dick was slipping lower and his balls were now combing through Mandy's pubic hair. "You sat in the chair while your mother masturbated you," she intoned.

"And daddy was fucking mommy from behind."

"Then we watched the video together on the couch." Her idea was working too well, as now his manhood was making more enthusiastic motions and coming closed to the fuzzy delta.

"You masturbated both dad and me."

"Then I went down on you, while Harry put it to me, while watching part of his fantasy actually happening before his very eyes."

"We wound up in a three-way, you rode dad while I masturbated on your ass. And now I'm masturbating on your pussy, mom!" He was, his cock was stroking through the labia. She was thoroughly soaked, and this was going to wind up with them screwing any second, she feared. But she had no will to stop him. The erotic dialog had done its job on her as well! Mandy was so turned on that she was beyond caring, caring about what but minutes before, she had proclaimed would not/could not be, but was about to.

But it was not to be. The very moment he sipped at the lip, of the cup of her vagina, with the tip of his super stiff schtupper - he popped the gun, and came on the outside of her thigh with a thick, warm dollop of jism. The potential disaster had been avoided, but frustrated Mandy, as she wanted to get off as well, but was denied fulfillment.

But her son knew the score, even if he hadn't scored with mom that morn. He immediately bent double to bring his face to his mother's pussy, and began to kiss her cunt. 'Well,' she thought, 'If I can't have his dingus, at least he's going to give me cunnilingus!'

Jack's tongue was a sinuous wet worm that wriggled among the folds of her womanhood. It slithered along the labia. It licked clit and slid up and down her slit. It taunted her flesh and flicked the flaps and flexed in ways that left her breathless. She delighted in his pulsing pushing into her pudenda, the stretching of that pink digit of rasping texture which explored her weeping hollow, her cavity of depravity. For surely no decent mother would have allowed her child to suckle at her vagina, to slurp the seeping fluid of feminine arousal. But she had no modesty, no sense of moral propriety, no inhibitions to bar the assault at the gates of her sex. As long as the battering ram of his boner was not being used, she was open to his oral attentions, as a well to a bucket.

The 'well' she suddenly realized was about to become a geyser, a hot spray of steamy flow. A spout and shout of cum, which was overtaking her body, overwhelming the brain, overpower all control. It blasted right in his face, a stream of some sort of liquid jet shot out and coated Jack's face. Mandy had never ever cum that hard, no orgasm had been so gripping, and been so high a climb, nor peaked so forcefully. It was phenomenal, it was a reaction which she had not had in her whole life. Where had the substance that dripped off of her son's smiling visage originated? Was it the mysterious female ejaculation, somewhere she had heard of? She thought that was a myth, until now. 'I certainly didn't know I had it in me', she mused in amusement. But it was out now, spunky spume spewed right in the kid's kisser!

Jack was laughing (thank God!) "Jeez, mom, you might provide flood warnings next time!"

"Listen, you tickle with your tongue in mommy's muff, you're going to covered with mom's stuff, so tough! I hope you've had enough?"

"Talk about wet spots!" That made her burst into giggles. They chuckled and hugged, and (after she wiped his face with the bedding) kissed and cuddled. Then drifted off into a dozy nap. She, holding Jack's dick, his hand covering her pussy, legs intertwined, and arms encompassing each other. A tender twosome, a sated pair, dreaming of pleasures yet to cum.

Mandy thought that with the 'as good as a ticket of admission' which she had made confession of, to her own boy; that with the presence, and assured permission of his dad, she would screw him; that with those conditions Jack would be fucking her that very evening. She had to be honest with herself, she was looking forward to it. But it didn't turn out that way. Harry phoned from the office saying he was getting ahead on some of his work in anticipation of a trip he was planning to take on the weekend. This was not entirely something new, he was conscientious of his position with the firm; late hours and travel were part of why he had been given promotions, and climbed the corporate ladder in a steady progression up the rungs. Still, it was a little bit of a disappointment. And, she was only too well aware, a mite sticky.

She didn't want to be alone in the home, with just her and Jack and their lust. Temptation was a very powerful force, and while Jack might be trusted to be the gentleman she had raised to be respectful; she was unsure of her own self-control. Now that the 'cat was out of the bag' about her dark incestuous desires, (or should that phrase be more like 'pussy in the sack'?), she to needed be a bit more circumspect in these circumstances. She decided to play it safe, and suggested going out for pizza and a movie - Jack's choice of film.

To her delight, he suggest an upscale French restaurant and a chick-flick she had been wanting to see. By the time they returned home, it was late. Harry was back, sound asleep on the couch, the television news on, but the sound muted. She remoted the set off and took her hubby to bed. Herself as well, after giving Jack a very promising French kiss, and leaving him to retire too. Nobody was messing around that evening, their sinful sex would save, and be the sweeter.

The next day was as normal as baseball and apple pie and traffic jams. Harry went off to work, with a promise to be home for dinner. Jack went off to play a game of softball with his buddies, and Mandy baked apple pie for desert. As she pealed the apples, she thought of Eve and the Garden. Okay, her spouse was Adam, but Jack was the good child, Able - with a cane stalk stiffy that rivaled his old man's. Everybody was going to be eating apple pie, they were both going to have her pie, indeed have her. The threesome were going to leave their leaves on the ground, and taste forbidden fruit. She felt like taking off all her clothes, and serving dinner in just a tiny apron. That would be a tasty surprise, when she came out of the kitchen. The guys would cum in their pants. She laughed out loud, at the image in Mandy's mind.

She chickened out of that costume caper, but baked a capon chicken to serve as the main course. Along with that was stuffing from a box, ('they will be stuffing my box!'), gravy ('slurping was alright too!'), and carrots. ('Why do rabbits have more fun than people? - There are more rabbits than people. - - And why are there more rabbits than people? - Rabbits have more fun than people!') 'Tonight, I'm the bunny and we are going to fuck like rabbits!!' Mandy let her mind go places that no wife and mother ought to wander off to. Heated rolls completed the menu from the lusting hausfrau. Her imagined table talk went, "Jack, would you like some breast? Harry, how about a thigh? Bite on these hot buns, boys!" She picked out two bottles of a nice, dry Suave Blanc for dinner and put them in the fridge to chill. Mandy took another sip of cooking sherry. If she got tipsy, she developed round heals, and was a push-over, landing with her skirt up, and her knees spread. Her thoughts continued to think of the evenings escapades.

Would Harry have her first, and Jack get sloppy seconds? Or would he give their son the honor of humping his mother first, and then hubby hop on, and have his way with her then? Or was it up to her? Mandy took another sip. Definitely her choice, Harry's vision was Jack and mom, let him watch the fantasy cum to life. Sip. Now, did she want to ride their boy, or have him take her from behind, or do missionary? Nothing fancy the first time. Jack on top. Sip. Or, what if things got wild after that, and they teamed up to do her, both at the same time! She gulped the rest of the glass. She wasn't quite ready for that. She would have to be pretty soused for sure. Or better yet, really stoned. Of course she and Harry hadn't smoked the stuff in years. Bet Jack knew where to score a couple of joints, though! Some other time - maybe not both intoxicants at once - but some grass might be nice once in awhile.

Ding! Went the timer. Almost cocktail hour. NO! After the meal would be cocks and tail!! The front door opened.

"Mom! I'm back."

"Great honey. Wash your hands and set the table."

"I'm going to take a quick shower, I'm all sweaty from the game. Then I get to it."

('And then I'll get you all sweaty again, after supper!') She said to herself under her breath as he bounded upstairs. "Fine, Sweetie, good idea!" she called to his retreating form. A few minutes later, the sound of the garage door going up, was heard distinctly.

"Juicy! Hy'm 'ome!" Came the voice of Harry in his best Dezi imitation, coming in the side door. "Mmm, it smells great! 'Coq a vin'?"

"You're getting chicken this evening, but I'm having a couple of cocks tonight, I hope!" She gave her hubby a big hug and kiss as he came into the kitchen. She loosened his tie, then undid his zipper and stuck her hand in to fondle him thru the silk of his boxers, he thickened quickly.

"You can't count on it, Babe! Are you going to be juicy, lover?"

"Yeah, you and not-so-little-Ricky are going to play with my bongos and get me into big trouble. We are going to have a very memorable episode!"

"Ay-yai-yai-yah-yai!" He left to change out of his suit. Jack came back and did the table up right, with linen and the good silver, even candlesticks. Harry got flowers from the garden when he returned and arranged them in a vase. It was romantic, Mandy was being wooed. Dinner was a big success. After pie, they were a bit full, so they agreed to play some cards, once things were cleared. Jack got a deck and they sat down around the table again.

"Gin Rummy, Hearts, Go Fish?" Mandy asked innocently. A short pause of silence, for a moment.

Then both males said almost simultaneously, "Strip Poker, of course!"

In a little while, everyone had lost all their clothes, and they all were bare. Then they lost interest in the diversion, and retired to the master bedroom to play a different sort of gambol, an even more adult form of recreation. Harry to masturbate, Jack to bed his mom, and Mandy was game. She had put fresh sheets in the morning, tomorrow they would need to be changed again, she was sure. Harry dragged the corner easy chair, which Jack had occupied several night before, to bedside and sat, a ring-side seat. Mandy moved the middle of the mat and motioned her son to join her. Jack clambered up next to his sexy mom, his erection already weeping pre-cum. They kissed. Harry nodded his approval and touch himself. The fantasy, the Kincaid family kink continued.

Jack was either a natural, or had learned about being gentle from watching them earlier. His sweet smooches started with eyelids and roamed the face of his mother. He did not neglect her ears, but no wet-willy stuff. Continuing down her neck to Mandy's cleavage and mounting to the nipples with nibbles. He ventured down her tummy, into the pubic tangle. Mandy's felt a happy tingle inside, as his lips sweetly clamped on her clit, and suckled her nubbin. Her son sipped at the lips of her engorged labia, and the wild tongue wiggled in between those fleshy gates, making his mom gasp and sigh. Harry was all eyes, and slowly rubbing his erection. His wife would send him an air kiss or smile once in a while, but mostly her attention was on the succor Jack's mouth provided, to her body's desires.

Then, in a carefully executed maneuver the athletic youth scrambled around to continue munching on Mandy's muff, but in the ying / yang of the sixty-nine position, presenting his hard-on at her oral opening. She was a sucker for this kind of action. Reaching to direct his boner to her grinning orifice, she gulped the plum head of Jack's prick like a fish taking the bait whole. Harry made a hiss as he inhaled, obviously thrilled, by what he was watching. He bent forward to get a close-up. For several minutes the only noises in the room were wet, moist slurping sounds, and gasps for air from mouths engaging genitalia, and the wheezing from the middle-age father in his excitement at the lewd scene.

The foreplay reached a fevered pitch, but Jack wanted their first time of fucking, to be the first of their orgasms of the evening as well, so he swung around again and brought his orientation face-to-face with her, once more. His mother understood the tactic as preparation for the main event, spread her knees, and lifted her legs to cradle her boy between her thighs. Mandy's young man made to manipulate his manhood at the juncture of her limbs, the center of her craving, the cavity of her lust. He placed his pole close to her hole, but failed to dock after several attempts. Harry lent a hand, and guided his youngster's missile to the soggy silo of his wife's sex. Then, with the young squire's prick properly pointed and placed at the damp entrance of his dearest damsel's delights, her husband let his son sink into mother's depths.

Mandy didn't just feel the press of her baby's penis into her vagina, she saw its push in her mind's eye, like watching a porno video with both of them on the screen. The length of his cock was posed at the gash of her cunt, then, it disappeared into the encompassing flesh. An offering of her son's male endowment delving oh-so-slowly upwards into the accepting womanhood of his mom's worthy reward. His instrument of love, making music in her chamber. Mandy gloried as the wand of muscle made magic, millimeter by millimeter, as it slid forward within the gripping clasp of her pulsing purse of blood filled tissue. They fit exactly; his thick, long fuck-digit thrust in lust to be enclothed by her singlet covering, sex glove of love.

So went the son's seven, into his mother's heaven, satisfying her pussy's longing for his luxurious velvet covered scepter. All the way, completely sheathed, poking to the top of her hole, banging on the bottom of her center core. Mandy was dimly aware that Harry pressed Jack's haunch to hold him firmly against her hips, their pelvises pushed to maximum contact. She was concentrating on the power of her boy's tower, touching the mouth of her very womb, the origin of his being, the place his life began. Her love for him had always had the physical element to it. From his growing inside her uterus, to his suckling her milk, to hugs and kisses, putting bandages on his scrapped knees, rubbing his sore muscles from a sports injury, to now sharing with him the joy of sex. It was the last step, and the circle of life. Their first fuck and the completion of their reunion.

Jack gave his mom what he had long to, to take from her the gift of herself, to offer proof of his love. He had ever wanted to please her, the drawings as a child, the ceramics made at art, his good manners, the flowers on Mother's day, the grades and the trophies from school - as she took pride in his successes. And now, with his skill as a lover, his creative pleasuring of her body, he sought to raise her to heights of ecstasy; to show that the son she had brought up, was a man that would make her feel the sexual energy she inspired in him. He knew that his father was there, in the chair, cheering him on, always had ever been his supportive parent, made him feel like a champion. So he put it to his mom, to make the old man burst his buttons, socked it to mother and did dad proud.

Harry was happy, his most deviant dream was cumming true, his wildest fantastic fantasy unfolded before him. Jack was completing the culmination of that hotel ambition, born out of Jack's confession, and Harry's own Oedipal desires, long suppressed. This was the moment it had all been building to, the maypole dance that had wound its way around a carnal pillar, an intertwining of longings and lustings that had captured the three of them in an incestuous manage a trois. Mandy's twat was managing to catch Jack's column, and give as good as she got. 'God!' thought Harry 'is that hot!' But Harry suddenly realized he was missing out on something he wanted too, now that it was out in the open with all of them, everybody knowing what each other's lewd cravings were. It wasn't his wife's body, nor his son's screwing her royal, nor this scene straight from his lascivious imagination, that Harry was discovering as a deficient. But he had already set in motion a plan, to take care of that naughty need. Soon the circle-of-sin would be enlarged, he was certain.

Now the languid pace of sex picked up. Where there was once the to and fro like a violin's bow, as son sawed into mom's maw; now Jack no more fiddled, but put his efforts at long, strong strokes of real rutting passion. He began to punch his prick to her pussy, to pack it to her with firm force. It was driving the nail home, Jack hammered his hard-on to pound against her pud and she lifted up her hips to meet him in her own pelvic bumping. Pistoning in his mother's chassis, the kid threw his cock, battering her cunt in countless clashes. The slap of loins was echo by the smack of flying fingers, on the father's erection. The fucking was building toward a crescendo, the banging of bodies, and organ-fisting, of the Kincaid clan was nearing its climax, finally. In a frenzy of physical activity, the three were impelling the impending peak, to push their nervous systems the limit of uttermost intensity.

Then the dam broke, the ground heaved, the sky cracked, the atomic explosion flashed. Mandy was transported to another plane of existence. Jack felt like he had grown a pumping fire hose. Harry swore he was struck by lightning. The flow of cum was copious, the fluids flooded out, coating loins with frothy lotion. Sweat dripped off of each like they had been in the rain. They groaned as if in woeful mourning, their breathing trying to suck enough oxygen in, as if at the top of Everest. Exhaustion drained energy from them, like water poured out of a tipped bucket. They feebly reached out to caress each other and whispered hoarsely, "I love you" and "I love you, too". Three kindred souls, their bodies bound together in kinky lust, love binding their hearts, in a kind of intercourse of spirits. The Kincaid family fucking their brains out, living their fantasies, finding fulfillment in incestuous sex.​