Incest/Taboo The Mom Memories: Francis' Story

I kept it up until I exploded in her. I let her legs fall to my sides and lay there with my cock still in her. She lay still except for a periodic jerk of her hips and pull on my cock as it lost its rigidity. I slipped out of her and rose to go clean myself in my parents ensuite.

When I returned, Mom had rolled over onto her tummy, still naked. I imagine she was waiting for me to go before removing the blindfold. As I approached the bed, the sight of her ass, her legs tight together with her right foot crossed over her left leg near the ankle, fired me up again. Kneeling on the bed, my cock was already stiffening. Delicately, I lifted her right leg and pulled it to the side, gently urging her legs apart. She complied, opening a narrow gorge up to her ass.

I waddled forward until my knees were straddling her thighs. Leaning over, I lowered my pelvis until my cock dipped between her thighs, not touching. Slowly, I moved my dangling cock ahead until it bumped against her, below her ass, right at the apex of her thighs, the head touching her pussy.

"Ohhhh."

I rubbed it up and down her slit, trying without success to move it inside.

"ohhhhhhh."

"Lift up, baby," I whispered, "Lift it for me."

Mom lifted her hips up a couple of inches. My cockhead slipped in an inch.

"ohhhhhhhhhh."

Back and forth I urged my hardening member but the angle wasn't sufficient for me to go deeper.

"Come on, baby, lift it," I pleaded, "let me come in."

Up another couple of inches. I slipped in another inch or so.

"ohhhhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh."

I slid back and forth, pushing to gain further entry.

"ohhhhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhhh."

Then I pushed in one long, slow shove, lifting her several inches on my own.

"Unnnnngggghhhhhhhh."

"That's it, that's it," I cried. When I was fully in her, I squeezed my knees together, forcing hers between and her pussy tight on my embedded cock. Slipping my hands down her waist toward her head which still lay on the bed, I took hold of the scarf. Withdrawing, I tugged on the scarf, pulling her head up from the bed until her face rested on her chin. I pulled my cock right out, paused, and then slipped in back in a long slow push. I repeated this for a couple of minutes, resisting the urge to begin slamming into her again. I was rewarded with a low moan which began building as I maintained my slow, deliberate fuck. As she became more audible and her moans lengthened, I spoke again, no longer whispering, "No one fucks you like this. Only I fuck you like this."

She moaned louder.

"Isn't that right?" I bulged my cock into her on that thrust. She moaned even louder.

"Right?" I insisted, "Right?"

"Yes," her voice was halting, then in time with my thrusts, "yes ... yes ... yes."

I kept it up, every few thrusts I shoved in harder, forcing a grunt. I was able to last this time until she finally came. I pushed her flat on the bed, digging my cock in her as she shuddered against the mattress, pushing her pussy even further into the bed on her own. When she was finally still, I slid out, quietly picked up all my clothes, and left.
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So, I didn't have an opportunity to have Mom for some time after our 'pajama' affair. Not that Mom ignored me. Quite contrary, she seemed to take every opportunity to tease me. She wore blouses undone down to her navel when Dad wasn't around, allowing me to glimpse her small tits. If Dad was around, she would stretch when he wasn't looking, thrusting her nipples against the material of her blouse. She seemed to revel in such teasing but she didn't make herself available for more.

Weeks went by like this. Then one day at dinner, Dad announced that he was leaving for several days on a business trip and was catching a flight later that night. If I took him to the airport, I could use his car, as long as I picked him up as well.

"Oh Tom," Mother sighed, "do you have to go away for so long? You know I don't sleep well when you're gone."

"Come on, now," Dad consoled her, "you know you're perfectly safe with Francis around. He's more than capable of looking after you."

"I'm sure he is," Mom smiled sweetly at me, "but I need something a little extra when you're away."

"You're not taking pills again, are you?" Dad asked, his voice worried.

"No, no. But I got something to help me sleep, just the same."

"What?"

"A sleeping mask."

"Oh. Do you think that will work?" Dad asked, not convinced because Mom had complained about insomnia for years.

"Oh, I think it will be very effective," Mom replied, turning to look at me. "What do you think, Francis?"

I blushed furiously. "I guess so."

"Well, I hope so," Dad said, giving me an odd look. Standing, he went on, "I'd better get going. Come on, Francis."

"Don't you want to see the pajamas it comes with?" Mom complained.

"I don't have time, honey. Wait until I get back."

"That will be too late," Mom whined, "they'll be old by then."

"Well, show them to Francis. Then he can buy another pair and you can show them to me when I get back. Can you do that, Francis?"

"Sure Dad." I smiled at Dad and then at Mom.

"Ok, honey?" Dad asked Mom, picking up his suitcase at the door and pulling on his coat.

"Alright. I'm sure Francis has the same taste as you." Mom smiled broadly at me. Dad gave her a peck on the cheek and turned to go out the door. Mom held the mask up to her face and blew me a kiss. "Hurry back," she said.

Fortunately, Dad was worried about being late so I was able to drive fast to the airport. On the way back, I wasn't very safe. I burst into the house, to find it dimly lit by candles placed on various tables in the living room and in the kitchen.

"Pour us some wine, Francis," Mom's voice drifted down the stairs.

By the time I had poured the wine, Mom was standing at the bottom of the stairs. She wore a long, filmy, almost transparent green robe. Underneath, I could see an undergarment of the same material draped from her shoulders, falling sleeveless almost to her knees. Suspended around her neck she wore the mask she had displayed earlier. It rested on her breasts, covering them. Otherwise, I would have been able to make out the bare shape of her tits despite being covered by two layers of the filmy material of her 'pajamas'.

Mom took a glass of wine from my hand as she walked past me into the living room. "Put some mood music on, Francis."

Her movements were elegant and incredibly sexy despite her very slight frame and too thin legs. When I moved to take her into my arms, she pushed me away. "Go upstairs and put on one of Dad's suits."

When I returned, dressed to the hilt in Dad's most expensive suit -- shirt, tie, jacket and even shoes -- Mom was still standing next to the stereo. Except for an almost empty glass of wine, nothing had changed. Without her asking, I grabbed the bottle and refilled her glass as she held her hand out to me, the filmy robe hanging from her slender arm.

"Thank you, sweetie," she purred.

She turned her back to me.

"What do you think?"

I took time to run my eyes over her before answering. I wanted her to know that I was truly appreciative. "Awesome, Mom."

"Thank you, sir." She turned back to face me. "And what about this side?" she asked.

Again, I took my time appraising her form, running my eyes up and down as she watched. "Double awesome, Mom. Dad will be pleased."

She looked at me oddly, then smiled. Arching her back, she thrust her breasts up. "Dance with me?"

In response, I moved forward to take her into my arms. We danced for several songs. I didn't try to touch her inappropriately. I treated her as if we were on a public ballroom dance floor, thankful for the lessons she had insisted I take with her since my father had refused. At the end of the last dance, she rose up on tippy toes to kiss me, her breasts pointing into my chest. "Let's take a break for awhile," she whispered, though we were definitely alone.

We simply stood there, Mom chatting inanely about normal house stuff, while we finished our wine. As she talked, I swept my eyes up and down her body. Mom didn't seem to mind. If anything, she seemed pleased by my rapt attentions. After she swallowed the last drop, she whispered, "Put on something softer, for slow dancing."

When I turned to take her once more into my arms, she had tossed the robe onto the couch. She stood there with only the nightie covering her, her body showing through. Though the mask still covered her breasts, I could see that the panties were a simple wrap of the same material running over her hips and down between her legs. Mom raised her arms and her eyebrows as she saw where my gaze had fallen.

I danced with her just as I had before, without groping or unnecessary touching. Just dancing. After the first song, Mom peeled the suit jacket off my shoulders. After the second, she loosened my tie and pulled it through the collar and off at the end of the third song. By the middle of the fourth, enough buttons were undone to show the hair on my chest. I kicked off my shoes. In between the fifth and sixth songs, I lifted the mask from Mom's chest and adjusted it to fit snugly on her head. Mom kissed my chest during that dance. When it ended, I slid my hands down her back, below and under the hem of her transparent nightie, and up onto her ass.

I had noticed while dancing that the material of Mom's panties met in the back and was snapped together. Pulling the snap apart, I snaked the material through her legs, pulling it away in my hands. Mom gasped into my chest as the seventh song started. Barely moving to the music, I pulled her hands together behind her back and used her panties to tie them together. Mom's breathing was getting shorter and quicker as the song played on.

I pulled away, leaving her in the middle of the room, swaying to the music, tied and blindfolded.

Picking up her discarded robe, I stepped near. Slowly, I wrapped her robe around and around her head, finally tucking the end in, and stepped away. I undressed, saying nothing, but letting her hear the clothes being dragged from my body and dropped to the floor. I undressed completely and approached her from behind, though I could tell she still thought I was in front of her.

My cock sprung from my body at a proud angle, jutting ahead of me. I guided it carefully into her soft hands, bound behind her, threading it between her fingers. Grasping her hair, I lowered my lips to kiss the nape of her neck, pushing myself through her fingers. I whispered in her ear.

"Do you remember where it likes to go?"

She drew her breath in sharply, but remained silent.

I pulled back and thrust slowly through her fingers again.

"Help it," I whispered, hoarsely. "Help it find the place it loves."

A few more shoves and Mom's hands reacted, pulling me forward, nosing my cock down, between her cheeks, below her ass and into the dark, damp triangle. I thrust ahead, she bent forward, stumbling toward the window. I turned her, guiding her, past the coffee table, until her knees hit the couch. She crawled onto it, slowly, holding my member against her soft butt. She braced her knees wide apart, and leaned forward until her face lay against the wall, all the while holding my cock at the entrance to her pussy.

"Do you like it there," I asked.

"Yes," she moaned.

"Do you want it inside?"

"Yessss," she moaned again.

"Then pull it in."

Mom pulled, but I resisted, letting her just get the tip into her. I kissed her between her shoulder blades, sucking on her skin. Pulling up to nibble the nape of her neck, I whispered harshly, "Come on, pull it in."

Mom pulled harder but I pulled back almost as hard. Our tug of war continued until she managed to get the head in. I slipped my hands under her arms and underneath her nightie to cup her little tits, pinching her long, hard nipples, squeezing and stretching them forward into the couch.

"Ohhhhhhh, God," Mom groaned.

"If you really want it, pull it in." I pinched her nipples harder, tugging them out even more.

"ohhhhh, god ... ohhhhh, God." She pulled on my cock.

"Come on," I urged, "Pull it in ... suck it into your pussy."

Mom yanked on me, shoving a couple of inches in until her hands got in the way. Yanking her arms up, forcing her head harder onto the couch, I thrust up hard the rest of the way into her, lifting her knees right off the couch. With her legs splayed widely across the back of the couch, I began fucking her in earnest, holding her up by her arms tied behind her back.

As she moaned and grunted, I talked. "Do you love fucking me? ... Who fucks you the best?"

I don't know if I was insecure, wanting confirmation that she wanted me more than Dad, or what. I just kept rattling out these stupid comments, not expecting an answer and never getting one.

Mom just let me work on her, urging me on with her 'ohhhs' and 'ahhhs' and groans and moans. By the end, just before I burst in her, her feet were stretched out so far her toes were dug into the arms on each side of the couch, and my thrusts were sliding her head up the wall. It was incredibly intense.

After we were done, we went upstairs. I followed Mom into her and Dad's bed, getting in on Dad's side. Mom turned on her side away from me to sleep. I nestled in behind her, lifted the nightie which she was still wearing, and pushed my cock between her legs. She pulled away and twisted forward to evade my eager rod. Stymied, I noticed the sleeping mask was still hanging around her neck, so I pulled it up and fitted it on her face.

Though she may have thought I had given in and was just helping her get ready for a good night's sleep, she didn't object when I started poking my cock into her again. Instead, she just leaned forward to give me better access. I slipped my cock inside her and fucked her until I came. I loved the feel of her this way, calmly fucking her, relishing in the slick feel of her as my cock moved back and forth until I couldn't hold back and twisted her onto her tummy for the final intense hump. There was a repeat the following morning when I entered her before she could remove the mask.

At breakfast, there was a knock on the door. It was a delivery man with a courier package for Mom from Dad. She had to sign for it so I asked the man to wait just inside the door while I went to the kitchen to explained to Mom that she had to sign for a package. I slipped the sleeping mask, which she was still wearing around her neck, onto her face. Pulling her up by the hand, I led her to the front door. Mom didn't know the man was inside until she was very close. I could feel her stiffen and balk as she heard his breathing, and the rustle of his coat as he handed me the clipboard.

"Sign here," he said. Ignoring me, he ogled Mom, dressed only in her almost see through nightie.

"We can't sign until we see if the contents are OK," I said.

"You're just signing to acknowledge receipt," the man responded, not even looking at me, his eyes running up and down Mom's body. "You can make a claim of there's anything wrong."

"We'd like to be sure," I insisted.

He turned to me to argue, then said, "Ah sure, sure. Go ahead, open it. I'll wait." He was in no hurry, now realizing he could ogle Mom while I fiddled with the package. I handed the clipboard back to him.

"It's a present from Dad, Mom."

The man glanced at me, his eyes widening.

I ripped the package open. Mom stood there, trembling, her face red.

It was another nightie, quite similar to the one Mom was wearing. I told Mom.

"We want to try it on to make sure it fits."

"Sure, sure," the man replied.

"They're beautiful, Mom. Just like these but bright blue." I placed my hand on her shoulder and dragged her nightie off, over her arm, and then did the other side. The nightie was stretched to Mom's outer arms, tightly across her breasts. Her nipples strained upward against the taut material.

The man's mouth dropped open.

I pressed Mom's arms together and pulled the material forward off her tits, letting it fall around her waist. I pushed it over her hips and let it drop to the floor, leaving Mom standing there in just her panties. Stooping to pick up her new nightie, I pulled it down over her head, slipped her arms through, and draped it over her body.

"Well, that part fits," I commented drily. "Let's try the panties."

Mom visibly tensed, but didn't move. Stepping behind her, I reached under the nightie to grasp her panties on each side and tugged them down her thighs, her calves, and off her feet, one at a time. Picking up the new panties, I slipped them over her feet and pulled them up, slowly, snugging them over her cheeks and pulling the sides up onto her hips. Putting my arms around her, I cupped her tits.

"What do you think?" I asked, "Isn't my Mom beautiful?"

It took a moment, but eventually the man responded, "You're a very lucky young man."

"Let her sign now," I said.

He held out the clipboard and guided Mom's hand to the right position but the man didn't notice, his eyes were still on her tits.

"Thanks for your patience," I said. As he opened the door to leave, I whispered to Mom but loud enough so he could still hear, "Let's start enjoying Dad's present right away."

I locked the door after he left and steered Mom to the couch. I almost had to carry her, her legs were so wobbly.

As soon as we reached the couch, she immediately stretched her feet out to the arms and placed the side of her head against the wall. I pulled the panties to the side and shoved myself inside her. It didn't take long, for either of us.​