Incest/Taboo The Mom Memories: Gerry's Story

Just before the commercials ended, I turned off the lamp beside me. Janice kept her eyes on the TV, as she had all along, but Mervin quickly looked and then turned his lamp off too.

"Like the movies," he laughed.

Seconds later, under cover of darkness broken only by the flickering light of the TV, I slipped another button undone. Although I was by no means adept, Janice watched the TV as if nothing untoward was happening. I slipped my hand inside her shirt and had my way with her tits. I retreated during the next set of commercials but quickly resumed my attack until the show was over. Janice fastened a button as soon as my hand vacated her pajamas. I was glad the room was dark because my pajamas did little to hide my huge boner.

"Lights on, boys. Time for bed," Janice ordered, stretching and yawning. "Come on. Upstairs, Mervin."

I picked up the remote and displayed the movie listings as Janice and Mervin started up the stairs. "There's a good movie on," I said. "Do you want to watch it?"

"I'm going to bed," Janice replied.

"It's a chick flick," I called out.

"I'm too tired," she said, shuffling up the stairs behind Mervin.

Though momentarily deflated, elation soon returned. What an incredible night. I was sure I could repeat this Sunday night. No need to wait until Mervin's show. In fact, it would be better to avoid his show so I could play with Janice all on my own. I just needed to get her to stay downstairs after he went to bed.

I was watching the start of the movie and about to touch myself when I heard her coming down the stairs. Was she just getting some tea for bed? Had she forgotten something? If my boner could have become harder, it would have. Quickly, I turned off both lamps, glad for the darkness when Janice sauntered into the room and sat down on the couch. She sat beside me, not at the other end now that Mervin wasn't there, but right next to me.

"Is it any good?" she asked.

"Yeah. I think it's a good one," I answered, putting my arm behind her on the couch.

"I don't think I've seen this one," she said, nestling into the couch and even snuggling my way a bit.

I didn't answer. I didn't want to talk. I wanted her to settle in and watch, leaving me to my own interests. She seemed happy to do that and before I ventured to continue our little game, she reached behind her left shoulder and pulled my hand tighter around her neck, expelling a satisfied sigh as her eyes intensified on the screen. I slipped my free hand down to her front and began undoing her buttons, making no attempt to hide my action. I continued right away to the second and then, with a little trepidation, I unfastened the remaining buttons.

I stopped to enjoy the sight of her shirt completely undone, slightly parted all the way down the middle to reveal her skin underneath in the flickering light. She lay there waiting, chest rising and falling smoothly, moving in concert with the smooth oval of her navel riding on the small pout of her forty year old tummy. I slipped my hand inside.

Within five minutes I pushed the pajama lapels back, exposing her breasts in the twilight, nipples stabbing up, reaching for more of the twisting, pulling, rubbing attention that they had experienced more of in the last two hours than in the previous ten years. Her only move in response to my lowered head was to stretch her neck up and to the side so she could keep watching the movie. I sucked her nipple in, a long worshipping suck, squeezing it against the roof of my mouth and then pushing it out with my tongue. Oh, the sweet sound of my aunt's moan, the excitement of her acceptance.

I sucked and sucked her tits, right through the commercials. Her eyes closed when the commercials started and didn't open when the movie started again. Eventually, while sucking her nipple deep into my mouth, I let my hand wander down over her tummy, over her deep navel, and onto her flannel pajama bottoms. I followed the dip into her pelvis and then the rise of her pubic mound. Resting my hand there, unable to proceed further because of her tightly closed legs, I let her tit fall from my mouth, leaving only a fine strand of saliva to connect us.

"Open," I whispered.

Her thighs squeezed tighter and her knees rose as her toes pushed her heels up from the floor, tensing the muscles in her legs.

"Open," I gently commanded.

Slowly, she relaxed, her pelvis seeming to spread but her legs didn't open.

I waited, patiently, my hand poised above her closed crotch. I remained silent.

Like creaking doors to an ancient tomb, her thighs gradually parted. I didn't move until they stopped and then slowly, confidently, I pushed my hand over her mound and pressed my fingers into the damp flannel covering her pussy.

Janice moaned loudly. My mouth closed over her tit and sucked her nipple hard, pulling it deep into my mouth. My hand began to move, following an oval path, tracing her pussy lips, fingers pressing, rubbing. Little by little, I increased my pace, following the same ground, pressing in harder, pushing the wet flannel between her pussy lips, pressing the heel of my hand down hard onto her clit. Soon, I was rubbing her aggressively and she was moving her hips frantically, thrusting against my hand, thighs clenching and moaning loudly.

I dropped her tit from my mouth and tried to kiss her but she was too far gone. I hugged her, pressing my cheek to hers as her arms flew around my shoulders, pulling me tightly to her, incredibly tight. Her legs were now clamped around my hand and my movements were pulling her whole pelvis around. I could feel her fucking her pussy at me, desperately seeking release. Finally, it came, in one long spasm that I thought would break my wrist. Then she fell, limp into the couch, almost like she had passed out.

The movie continued. My breath, and hers, returned to normal. I alternated between listening to her breathing, to the movie, and for any signs from upstairs that would signal we had disturbed Mervin.

Janice didn't speak. Was she waiting for me to go so we wouldn't have to face each other? Perhaps, but I didn't want to leave. She was so beautiful, lying there, shirt parted, breasts heaving and nipples still hard, legs open with my hand flopped between, draped over her covered pussy. Janice kept her eyes closed.

I was still incredibly horny. My cock was super hard, pushing up against my pajamas hard enough to form a circus tent. I looked down at my hand and slowly dragged it up, over her now wet flannel. She pulsed against me as my hand scraped by, still sensitive. My palm reached the bare skin of her tummy, followed by my fingers. I paused there, loving the feel of her warm skin.

Then, abandoning the course I originally intended to pursue, to play with her breasts, I slipped my hand downward again, but this time my fingers dug underneath the flannel pajamas and moved quickly across her increasingly warm skin, over her wet mound and back to its original position, cupping her pussy.

"No," my aunt whispered.

I didn't move.

"No," she repeated.

I twiddled my fingers, just barely.

"Don't," she said, more quietly.

My fingers continued to move, gently, slowly, inserting themselves between her soaked lips. Moving, rocking, side to side and just a little bit up and down.

There was no sound from my aunt.

More quickly now, my fingers loved her pussy, taking command, not afraid of the squishy liquid sounds that rose above the low, approving moans now emanating from Janice's throat.

There was no objection when my fingers first dug inside, exploring the wet, pink hole within. I pressed my lips down to her mouth. This time, her face reached toward me, her arms encircling my neck to pull me down. Her body arched up in ecstasy as my tongue filled her mouth and my fingers dug further inside her pussy. She went rigid as my hand began moving, my fingers frigging her cunt.

When the kiss ended, she slumped back into the couch, surprising me when her eyes opened, looking up first to my excited face and then down to my equally excited cock poking up beneath my pajamas. My aunt reached across with her left hand, squeezed under the elastic of my pajamas, and took hold of my almost bursting hardon. Her wild eyes returned to my face as her hand began jerking my meat, demanding a response, her small fist closing tightly over my shaft. Quickly, we both increased our pace, panting loudly, gasping for air, somehow matching our strokes. I twisted my torso, slipping my cock between her tits, her hand still yanking as my spurts burst onto her chest, splashing on her neck and the bottom of her jaw. I groaned, only dimly aware that she was moaning too, cumming for a second time.

We kissed, and hugged and nuzzled for awhile. Nothing was said. We just stayed close. After awhile I got up and we both walked upstairs, holding hands, and went to our respective beds.

The next night, after Mervin went to bed, Janice came downstairs to watch a movie with me again. I had turned the lights off, which Mervin hadn't copied this time, and was waiting, my eyes on the TV. I was surprised when she sat down next to me, right beside me again, but wearing a full length robe. What was this?

As Janice started to watch the movie, I tentatively moved my hand to her robe, a little unsure of myself. But she didn't object as I tugged the belt loose and I almost cried aloud in glee when I parted the robe and found my aunt beautifully naked underneath. The unkempt bush that I had assaulted for so long the night before was now neatly trimmed and I couldn't help ignoring her tits and moving directly there to cup her bare pussy in my hand. She laughed, amused by my eagerness, my lack of guile.

"Like that, do you?" she asked huskily, smiling as her hand reached into my pajamas, slipping over my head and down my rigid shaft.

My head lowered to suck her tit into my mouth as my hand rubbed her pussy. In response to her long, sighing moan, I whispered, "Like that, do you?"

After that, we were busy. Her stroking, me stroking, me sucking. After she came, I continued to kiss and suck her nipples, my outstretched hand having never left her pussy. Her hips once again began to react in time to my digging fingers and my own cock reached toward her chest, as if in anticipation of last nights spillage through her tits. Janice used her free hand to pull my pajamas down over my hips and ass to my thighs. I twisted more toward her, reaching toward her breasts but was surprised when she ducked down and took me into her mouth.

I couldn't help thrusting in and out. It looked a little uncomfortable for her but I couldn't stop and I was relieved when she adjusted herself to somehow accommodate me better. I pulled back suddenly when I felt I was about to explode, partly because I was afraid to loose a blast right into her mouth and partly because I didn't want this to end yet.

Looking down at my fingers shoved into her pussy, I used my free hand to push her leg up. Janice pulled her other leg back in a matching movement. I dropped my hand down to manipulate her clit while I continued pushing the other in and out of her, working further and further inside her slippery lips. Soon, I hand several fingers inside her cunt and Janice had closed her eyes. She was holding her legs back, hands behind her knees, to keep herself spread and open for me.

A new idea popped into my head. Kneeling against the couch, I lowered myself until my cock was near but I didn't move until I suddenly pulled my fingers out of her pussy, grabbed my cock and quickly shoved it into her cunt. Her eyes flew open as I pushed into her surprisingly tight channel. She was tight deep inside. When was the last time she'd been fucked?

She didn't say anything to stop me. I was already in, after all, but I knew she hadn't wanted things to go this far. But she didn't say no or don't or anything, or even try to impede my progress. It was just the look on her face.

That changed after I finally got all the way in and started to fuck her. She closed her eyes again and I could tell she really loved it. I sped up and really had at her until I felt like I was about to come. Slowing, I pulled out and twisted her to lie lengthways on the couch, more comfortable for her, then pushed her legs back and tilted her ass up toward me, re-entered and really started pounding on her. Our first incredible fuck. I slowed to a stop several more times before having at her again until eventually I loosed my seed inside her with a huge gasping groan.

After recovering, I gathered her robe about her and pulled on my discarded pajamas, turned off the TV and followed Janice up the stairs. She seemed to understand when I followed her into her room. She simply closed the latch she used so Mervin couldn't wake her up too early in the morning. When she came out of the bathroom I was lying on my back in the middle of her bed, cock standing straight up. That faint smile played across her lips as she walked calmly toward the end of the bed, climbed on and crawled deliberately forward on her knees, straddling me until she was poised above my cock. Her smile widened only sightly as she lowered herself, slipping like a tight glove over my cock.

I fucked Janice every night for the next two weeks. She was the most awesome woman I had ever been with in my short sexual career by a long, long shot.

Then Mom came for an unannounced visit.

Part 2. Siblings

Sitting in the kitchen sipping my second cup of coffee, I was just half way through the reading for an assignment that was due in two days. Breakfast was done and Janice had just upstairs to get dressed. Mervin was outside in the back yard so I was contemplating a quick visit upstairs. I couldn't concentrate anyway with a mind full of late October sunlight falling across Janice's body as she undressed.

We had been careless this morning. I had barely made it into Janice's large closet before Mervin barreled into her room. She had just spread her legs and I was entering her when we heard Mervin spring out of bed laughing and shouting that it was sunny outside. It was close and I knew Janice was upset that I had fallen asleep and that she had let me stay in her bed.

I was so horny, and thoughts of her body twisting in the sunlight, interspersed with visions of her welcoming smile, firm breasts and open legs, turned me away from studying. Shoving my chair back, I started to get up. Would I catch her naked? Maybe. Would she be angry? Probably. Would she be excited? Yes. Would we fuck? Definitely.

"Surprise!"

My head jerked around as Mom burst into the kitchen. I hadn't heard her come in the front door.

"Oh, my. It's after ten and you're not even dressed," Mom exclaimed. "I knew my sister wouldn't keep your nose to the grindstone," she laughed, holding her arms open. "Give us a big kiss."

I took two steps and folded my arms around my mother, my face flushing red because of the illicit thoughts of Mom's sister still fading from my mind. My whole body tensed as Mom pressed in and hugged me hard. Thoughts of Janice receded more slowly from other parts of my body. Mom suddenly released her grip and I stepped back. My housecoat fell open and Mom looked awkwardly away. Quickly, I pulled my robe together.

"I didn't know you were coming," I said, belting my robe, "or I would have been dressed."

"No matter, no matter." Mom turned away, flustered. "Is there any coffee left? Oh, great."

She pulled a mug from the cupboard and poured herself a coffee. She must have felt my boner when she hugged me, that's why she wasn't looking at me. Thank god it was limp now. Jeez. Awkwardly, I stood in the middle of the room, unsure about what to do, until Janice saved my bacon.

"Jessica," she cried, running past me with her arms flung wide.

"Hi, hi." Mom sounded relieved as she turned around and threw her arms around her younger sister.

"How are you?"

"Great."

"Are you here for the weekend?"

"The whole week. If that's ok with you."

"Wonderful. We can go shopping."

"Oh, do we have to," Mom mocked. They giggled like young girls.

"Are you hungry? I was just about to make some lunch."

"It looks like Gerry just finished breakfast," Mom scolded.

"I know. It's hard to keep him out of bed," Janice teased. I almost spit in my coffee.

"Well, we'll have to beat that out of him," Mom teased, the tension between us now gone.

"You better go get dressed, Gerry, before your mother gives you a spanking."

More giggles. I left.

A week? I thought as I climbed the stairs. I wasn't going to be able to fuck Janice for a whole week? I had to go back to my hand? Now spoiled, I didn't think I could take a whole week without the warmth and softness of Janice's body, the intimate nuzzles, the sweet sounds she made as we made love. I loved my mother, but I wanted her to go.

As I dressed, fear replaced my sense of loss. What if Janice spilled the beans? Mom always said she couldn't keep a secret, not from her anyway. I rushed to get dressed and promptly put my arm through the wrong sleeve, then tripped trying to pull my pants up while prematurely stumbling toward the dresser to get some socks.

I couldn't leave them alone. I'd have to go shopping with them. No, wait. They'd do that during the week when I was at school. No matter. If Janice was going to tell, she'd do it before Monday. I had to stick to her like glue until then, especially at night. If they were alone, Janice might let something slip, then feel guilty and own up under interrogation from Mom. I couldn't let that happen.

Although I wasn't hungry, I ate lunch just to be with them. I was on pins and needles throughout the afternoon but I was in the same room whenever they were together. Mom did mention several times that it was odd for me to hang out with them all day but Janice said it just showed how much I missed her. Mom seemed pleased with that explanation and didn't question my presence again. Just before dinner, she even held out her arms for another big hug. I didn't have a hardon then but Mom blushed anyway; I guess, still harboring the memory of the morning incident.

For a second or two I panicked. Did she think I had a boner over Janice? No, of course not. Over her? Don't be ridiculous. Mom would know guys got boners in the morning, just 'cause. She was married, for Christ's sakes. Settle down, before you blow it.

After dinner, Janice asked me if I could help Mervin get ready for bed while she and Mom cleared up the dishes. I hated the thought of leaving them alone but I couldn't see a way out. Helping Mervin get into his pajamas consisted simply of constantly reminding him to do it and keeping him away from distracting, more fun things to do. It was like controlling a cat.

By the time we were done—I decided to change too so I didn't have to leave my aunt and mom alone again until bedtime—Janice and Mom were sitting on the couch drinking coffee and watching the late news while they chatted. Janice was wearing a white turtle neck and stretchy black slacks while Mom wore an ordinary blouse and a loose, knee-length skirt.

Upon seeing Janice dressed in her white turtleneck, Mervin charged the couch, leapt over the table, and crashed onto the seat between his mother and aunt, bouncing several times. Mom was shocked and Janice scolded him, yelling, 'How many times have I told you not to jump on the furniture?' but Mervin kept yelling, 'My show, my show.'

From the look on Janice's face, I don't think she realized until then the mistake she had made by putting on the white turtle neck. Mervin's favorite show wouldn't be on until Monday, and this was Saturday night. What followed was an arduous affair of convincing Mervin that his show was not, in fact, on that night. Mervin didn't believe it and sat in front of the TV with the remote, endlessly cycling through the channels until Mom asked me to take him upstairs so he wouldn't have the TV to remind him that he should be upset. Janice had already gone up to change out of her turtleneck.​