Incest/Taboo The Mom Memories: Evan's Story

"I think you need to be taught some manners, young man." Mom sounded semi-angry but quite excited. "You never," she said in a teacherly voice, "remove a woman's panties without immediately paying tribute."

Gary, like me, was paying tribute with his eyes which were glued on Mom's bare, glistening pussy lips.

"Kiss it," she commanded.

Gary's head lowered but Mom stopped him. She looked up at me.

"Is it OK, Evan? Can he kiss it?"

Again, all I could do was nod. Mom's gaze dropped to my jeans and I realized that I had pushed them down onto my thighs and pulled the elastic waistband of my underwear away. My cock was in my hand. Mom's hand tugged Gary's head, pulling it between her legs which widened to accommodate him.

"I'll watch for your father," Mom glanced toward the hallway, then back to my cock.

Fear made me even harder. Mom beckoned with her eyes and I stepped toward her. Her hand moved to take a firmer grip at the back of Gary's head. Her mouth opened in an O of ecstasy as she ground his face into her pussy, her head dropping back and her eyes closing. I moved closer, pushing my underwear down to join my jeans. When Mom lifted her head and opened her eyes, I was holding my cock in front of her face, moving my hand slowly up and down its length. Gary was slurping loudly below.

Mom smiled wantonly, opened her mouth, and slipped her tongue out. I lowered my cock onto its wet pinkness and moaned as she wiggled it across the underside of my head. Such an incredible feeling, but soon, I wanted more. I tried to push inside Mom's mouth but she tipped her head back, silently laughing at me with mischievous eyes. I made several more futile attempts, each time stymied by her tilting head and teased by her laughing eyes.

Just before my next shove, I grasped a handful of her hair and prevented her head from tipping away, thrilled by the surprise in Mom's eyes and the way they changed as her mouth struggled to accommodate my invading cock. I didn't have to hold her hard because she didn't try to pull away. Loosening my grip on her hair, I slid my hand behind her head, using the other to guide my cock in and out of her mouth. Quickly, I moved that hand to also hold Mom's head as I began to steadily fuck her face.

Mom's eyes were closed and she moaned quietly around my cock, mostly I'm sure, from Gary's tongue moving in her pussy but also because she knew she was letting her son fuck her mouth while her husband waited in her bedroom, probably already asleep, but perhaps not. I concentrated on the feel of my rod moving within her frothy mouth, the feel of her slick tongue underneath, and the sight of the beautiful face that was about to accept my seed.

I didn't warn her that I was about to come, and I didn't release her head, not even when she pulled away after the first two bursts. I kept her in place as I overflowed her mouth despite her gagging attempts to swallow it all. When I looked down at Mom's upturned face, I would have come again if I had any left when I saw two trickles of my cum dripping from the corners of her mouth, but all I could manage was to pull my cock out and scrape it back inside, then slip back in for a final cleaning.

Mom abruptly arched her back, pulling free of my hands and flopping onto the bed. Gary had found a spot that was driving her wild. I stepped back and pulled my pants up as Gary climbed half onto the bed while Mom thrashed about, locking her legs around his head, moaning wildly. Panicked, I turned to the door and pushed it closed but no sooner had I done that than Mom stiffened tensely and suddenly relaxed.

Then, like that night so long ago after she had first let Gary and I fondle her pussy, she smiled softly and gazed at us. After a moment, she got up, closed her robe, and cinched it tight. Looking down, I noticed that Gary had come in his pants again. Mom smiled and kicked her panties, still lying on the floor, toward him.

"You can keep those," she said. Mom turned to me, gave me a soft kiss on the lips and whispered, "Goodnight, baby."

She opened the door and was gone.

Part Seven. My mom, my lover

I didn't sleep very well. I stayed awake for hours waiting for Mom to visit me but she never came. The sleep I did get was fitful, marked by dreams of Mom's open legs and bare pussy hovering right in front of me but somehow never attainable. I was bagged the next day and was not in a good mood despite having experienced one of the most fantastic nights of my life.

Mom looked stunning again in her uniform style summer dress with loose skirt. Gary was waiting by the car when we exited the house and wasn't happy when I opened the door and slid into the middle beside Mom. I put my arm around her shoulder instead of on her leg and didn't once touch her in an inappropriate way the whole trip. I did the same on the way home. I sensed confusion from both Mom and Gary. I would have explained if I could but I didn't understand my own behavior.

We had an ordinary evening at home and the next day, Mom didn't offer to drive us to school or to pick us up. As we walked home, Gary asked if he could come over to play the game—he didn't expand on which game he meant—but I put him off.

"How about Saturday night? I'm not up to it tonight."

I thought he would be pissed but Gary was evidently happy not to be cut off from the game altogether. So we arranged for Gary to come over after lunch. Dad was already home when we got to our place, which might have made it easier for Gary to accept my decision.

Dad was sitting in his chair watching the news. I dumped my stuff by the bottom of the stairs and said hi, then walked into the kitchen to greet Mom and stopped dead in my tracks. I don't know why because she was dressed in a simple dress. Though the skirt was less loose than usual it wasn't tight. Still, it hugged her body and imparted a sense of how curvy Mom really was. But that wasn't what stopped me. It was because the material of her dress settled over her buttocks in a way that screamed in my mind—there's no underwear under there!

There was no way I could know that for sure and, peer as I might, I couldn't find anything to confirm the suspicion in my mind, yet I knew it to be a fact. I'm sure Mom heard me come in the door and expected me to give her a hug. She turned when I didn't arrive and the first thing that smacked me in the face was her lipstick. It was the same, sexy pale pink color she'd worn Wednesday night when Dad was playing the computer.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Mom asked, leaning back against the counter, an odd smile on her face.

She's naked under that dress, I thought, and she knows I know it.

Mom's smile deepened as she looked at me, highlighting a vertical line in her cheeks bracketing her mouth. "Where's your friend?

"Gary?"

"Yes, of course. Gary."

"I told him I wanted to stay home tonight, on my own, to be with my family."

"That's nice, sweetie. that you want to spend time alone with your, family."

I couldn't stop my eyes traveling down Mom's body, pausing at her neck for some reason before sliding over her chest, stopping at her tummy, and then down her legs. My eyes retraced their path with the same stops on the way back. Mom's eyes were sparkling and her hands lifted toward me.

"Come give your mother a kiss," she said.

I stepped foward and put my arms around Mom, lowering my face as she tilted hers upwards. I was about to kiss her full on the lips when she pulled back.

"There's some things," she whispered, "that simply have to be kept just for family. Don't you agree?"

"Yes," I rasped, taking her lips in mine, kissing her deeply.

When the kiss ended, I realized how foolish I'd been and whipped my head toward the doorway and my father sitting in the living room watching the news. Mom's hand pulled my face around toward her and, looking down, I realized that I had leaned forward during the kiss. My body was pressed tightly against Mom's.

"Why don't you set the table for me. I want to eat in the dining room tonight."

I dutifully set the table. Dinner was excruciating as I could barely keep my eyes off Mom. Something was up, something was different. Although I was sure Mom would visit me tonight, I didn't think I could wait until the middle of the night to feel her hands and mouth on me again. How could I get rid of Dad? We were getting up from the table. In a minute, Mom would be in the kitchen and Dad would be sitting in the living room.

"I think I'll go play my game for a while," I announced. "You're welcome to come upstairs in a while and stop me before my mind turns to mush," I mustered my most sarcastic voice.

"Hey. That's a good idea, son. Let's go."

Dad turned away from the living room and headed upstairs. I looked dumbfounded, aghast at this turn of events. Mom, however, looked amused.

"Come on Evan. I don't know how to get the game started."

I followed Dad up the stairs. He had already crested the top of the landing and was quickly disappearing down the hallway.

Mom called out, "When it's your father's turn, Evan, I want you to come downstairs to help me for a few minutes."

I waved at Mom without looking back. Ok. Maybe I could tire him out after a couple of hours and he would go to bed early. Fine.

We had each had two turns, two long ones for me and two short ones for Dad, when I heard Mom calling up the stairs. I had forgotten about her instruction to help but Dad hadn't.

"Go help your mother, Evan."

He was eager to dismiss me so he could play by himself. I got up and walked downstairs to see what Mom wanted me to do. She wasn't in the living room having her tea as I expected. I went into the kitchen and found her standing with her back to the fridge which was odd since she wasn't facing it and didn't have anything in her hands just retrieved or about to be put away.

Mom smiled and raised her arms above her head, her hands curling around to grasp the top corners of the fridge. My body tensed and the hairs on the back of my neck bristled with anticipation as I recognized the same quixotic smile Mom had graced me with when I'd first come in the house.

"What was it you wanted me to do, Mom?" I croaked.

"Is your father busy with the game?" Mom asked, her hips swaying slightly across the fridge door.

"Yeah."

"Is he as enamored as he was the other night?"

"Uh huh."

"That's good," Mom said, twisting her hips and scraping her ass across the fridge. "Actually, I was thinking about something I think you wanted to do."

I stepped closer to Mom. She was like the center of a magnetic field with waves pulsing with strong attractions that were resisted by a strange fear within me. She 'pulled' me closer.

"Something I want to do?" I repeated.

"Yes," Mom almost hissed.

"I don't..."

"Isn't there something you wanted to know about this dress?" Mom interrupted me.

"Uh...,"

I looked down at Mom's dress, at her hips. Mom's right leg lifted and her foot, toes tightly curled, rubbed the side of my calf, urging me forward, sliding me behind me as I stepped close to her. Mom's back arched against the fridge, pushing her breasts against me.

"Go ahead. See if you were right," she husked.

"Right about...,"

"What you were thinking when you came in the house," Mom's throaty voice finished.

I bent, lowering my hand to reach under her skirt.

"Don't," Mom hissed.

I was taken aback. "But you said...,"

"Not with your hands."

"But how...,"

"Use your cock," Mom's now firm voice rang in my ears. Use your cock. Had she ever used that word speaking to me before? I felt faint.

"Undo your pants and take it out," Mom instructed. "Hurry," she urged.

That prompted me into action. I tore my jeans apart, pushing them down, bending my knees to dip my hard, lunging prick under the hem of her skirt. Mom laughed at my eagerness and that made me want to rip her from the fridge and throw her on the floor so I could impale her with my hard cock.

"Lift me up," she cried. "You have to lift my legs up."

Dimly comprehending, I grasped the back of Mom's thighs and lifted, pulling her ass away from the fridge. Mom's hands clung to the top corners of the fridge, keeping her head against the door.

"Find out what you really want to know," Mom gasped as I shifted her weight around, poking against the bottom of her thighs with my urgent cock. "Get your answer now."

I did as my mother told me. I searched for knowledge, probing under her skirt, my cok nudging against Mom's open, wet pussy, frantically trying to gain entry.

"Stop!"

Stop? What was she saying? How could she tease me like this?

"Tell me you love me," Mom said. "Don't ever do that without telling me you love me first."

"I love you," I gasped, pushing my knob between her wet lips.

"I love you I cried," sliding my shaft through her clinging, slippery sheath.

Mom's legs locked behind my waist and her arms dropped away from the fridge, falling to my shoulders and curling around my neck.

"Fuck me, son," she whispered. "My sweet, lover son."

Oh yes. You can believe I did as I was told, the good son. I started rocking my hips, pushing in and out of her velvet glove, laughing almost hysterically as I watched her head sliding up and down the fridge door. She was fantastic. Totally awesome. So far beyond the two girls I had managed to get into. This wasn't even comparable in the least degree. The feel of her, the smell, and the sound. From her pants and moans to her throaty laugh, all mixed together, so unpredictably.

I reached up and pulled her hands from behind my neck and, to the sight of the simultaneous fear and trust in her eyes, pulled her head away from the fridge. I held onto her arms and lunged into her pussy, delighting in the way she rocked in reaction to my thrusts. After a particularly loud moan, Mom glanced toward the doorway, an 'oops' look coming over her face. Laughing back at her twinkling eyes, I walked her toward the open doorway and dangled her head and shoulders through it, increasing the power and speed of my thrusts until her head was flopping back as she gave into the feeling and let it fall dangle from her shoulders.

We came like that, hanging halfway through the doorway at the bottom of the stairs, Mom's flopping head looking up the stairs. I pulled her up and we kissed, still joined, Mom's legs locked tightly around me.

"He's still playing," I said when I recovered my breath, listening to the faint sounds of the computer and bulging my fading cock into her flooded pussy. Mom loosened her legs, getting ready to push my cock out of her.

"Don't be greedy, Evan. We've been foolish enough and we got away with it. It's time to get smart."

"But I know he'll keep playing," I persisted.

"Yes. He will. And while he is, I'll make him a special hot chocoloate that will make him very sleepy. Wouldn't that be better?"

"I guess so," I responded. I wasn't really convinced and my cock certainly wasn't.

Mom was already smoothing down her skirt.

"You go upstairs and keep your father company until I get there. Go on, now. Shooo."

Fifteen minutes later, Mom arrived. I had to insist on a turn to get Dad to drink his hot chocolate and he was back at the keyboard as soon as I died, which I didn't do until he had finished his mug. Ten minutes later, he shook his head a few times, then slumped forward onto the keyboard. He was out. I guess Mom used more of whatever was in the hot chocolate than intended because she was quite surprised, and worried. Her concer disappeared when we ascertained that Dad was fine, just out.

Despite his smaller size, it was a struggle to get Dad's dead weight into my parent's room. Mom wanted Dad to wake up in bed as if he had gone there as usual. After getting him onto the bed, Mom began to undress him. I didn't really want to see this and was about to leave when the sight of Mom's swaying behind made me stay. She had removed Dad's shoes and socks and was undoing his belt when her jostling buttocks, which had captivated my attention, called out to be seen. I flipped Mom's dress up and threw it onto her bent over back, exposing her bare ass.

"Evan. Stop that and help me get your father's pants off," Mom said, pulling Dad's zipper down.

"Undo his shirt first," I replied.

Mom started undoing Dad's buttons and I pushed my own pants down. She was on the third button when she felt my steed pushing into her from behind.

"Evan. No! Your father could wake up."

"No way. You gave him enough to knock out a horse." I found her slit and pushed my head inside.

"Evan, don't. It's too dangerous."

I pushed halfway in. This woman, who had played around with me and my friend in public, was going to shy away from danger? I didn't believe it for a moment. I shoved my cock all the way and grabbed Mom by the hips, then rocked her forward so she had to brace her hands on the bed on the other side of Dad to avoid being pushed on top of him. I started fucking her.

"Evan," Mom gasped. "Stop it. This is awful."

"Don't worry, Mom. I'll only do it as long as I keep my grades up."

The woman I was getting to know laughed and I rewarded her with a series of hard thrusts. I knew she liked it, not just by the gasping moans, but by the way she suddenly became very wet and opened her legs for my cock to sink deeper inside her, twisting her behind around to make it easier for me to sink quickly inside her. Very quickly, my hips were slapping wetly against Mom's ass. I became too excited and pushed her right over Dad, pounding frantically until I loosed my second deluge of seed inside her soaking hole.

When I got off her, Mom continued unbuttoning Dad's shirt as if nothing had happened. I helped her get his shirt and pants off and we covered him up, then folded his clothes, as was his habit, and laid them on his dresser.

Mom took my hand and led me out of her room but before we passed through the door I pulled her around and pressed her back against the wall. I quickly grasped the back of her thighs and lifted her legs, pushing my cock up, finding her pussy and sliding inside her again. Immediately, I started her fucking her against the wall.

"Evan, please, please," Mom gasped. I ignored her plea, legs straining, hips hunching upward.

"Please, Evan. Take me to your room," Mom pleaded.

I relented, and released her legs. Mom straightened her hair, then smoothed her dress, and walked gracefully ahead of me to my room. I followed, awkwardly pulling my jeans up far enough to walk.

I was about to spend the best night of my life.
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Mom eventually sucked Gary. We never fucked in front of him and I never acknowledged that we did. I told him a blow job was all Mom would do and he believed me, since that's all he got. I convinced Mom that she should do that to keep him happy. She didn't mind. She had always liked Gary. He just wasn't family. Soon, Mom told me, she would cut Dad off, feigining early menapause, so my cock would be the only one to grace her body.
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Mom liked it face to face. I didn't know there were so many variations to the missionary position but Mom could twist herself around and do things with her legs that made her feel quite different. Amazingly, she had never been on top herself and that became her favorite face to face.

Mom didn't particularly like it from behind but knew I really like having her that way. She would always let me do it my way before or after indulging herself in her chosen position, or when Dad was in the house and I just couldn't wait. She knew I would always come faster if she was bent over.

Now here's a funny thing. Mom didn't consider it from behind if we were lying on our sides, spoon fashion. In fact, next to her being on top, she liked it that way best. She loved having my arms wrapped around her as I slowly fucked her from behind—excuse me, spooned her—while whispering how much I loved her. Those were some of our longest and most intense fucks and we usually finished with me braced on my elbow leaning over Mom, her face twisted back to look at me, kissing.​