Incest/Taboo The Mom Memories: Lorne's Story

Tentatively, I rubbed myself against her, pushing her ass down into the mattress.

"Yes, like that," she cried, turning her face down, muffling her voice in the mattress. I thrust harder against her ass and began rubbing myself up and down between her cheeks. Her hands snaked underneath herself. I couldn't see but I'm sure she was rubbing her pussy. I started dry humping her as if I was actually fucking her from behind. I lost control, I went wild. Minutes later, I burst, soaking my shorts with my sticky liquid at the same time Mom stiffened and cried out into the bed.

A few minutes later she got up and left, leaving her black panties on my bed. I put them under my pillow before going to the bathroom. As I walked down the hall I could hear my parents arguing.

"I don't care if you want to go fishing," my mother was saying, "I need Lorne to help me with the camera tomorrow, so you'll just have to go by yourself. I need more time to learn."

"Ok, dear, ok," my father's voice filtered up the stairs. "I'll go by myself."

My cock was hard and in my hand by the time I entered the bathroom. The next day I looked disappointed as my father explained that I had to stay home with my mother, that it was for the best in the long run. If I took my time with her, he promised, he'd make it up to me.

I wore a huge smile as I walked, no, stalked up the stairs as Dad's car pulled way. I didn't wait any five minutes like Mom had. My pajamas were stretched to the breaking point as I walked down the hall toward Mother's room.

She was laying on her stomach when I came in, supposedly sleeping, though I knew she wasn't. I clicked a few pictures but she didn't stir. I peeled the covers down her back, baring her shoulders, pausing to take a few more pictures. Slinging the camera, I pulled the covers down to her knees, pausing again to take pictures. I waited after clicking, knowing she was expecting me to pull the covers down further but instead I lifted her nightie up over her buttocks, baring her behind. She wasn't wearing any panties. I was rewarded by the sharp intake of her breath. Clearly, my mother liked ass attention. How had neither of my parents discovered this in all their years of marriage?

With a sudden jerk, I yanked the covers all the way off, dumping them past Mom's feet to the floor at the end of the bed. Surprised, her breath sucked in hard. I paused again for effect. I was really enjoying this. I couldn't imagine any girl my age playing along like this. I loved the taper of her legs, her feet turned in. Gently, I took her feet in my hand, running my thumbs softly up and down the insteps of her feet, then pulled them slowly apart. I reached in to pry her knees open and then further to spread her thighs.

Click, click, click. I raised one foot. Click, click. Raised the other. Click, click. Pushed one down and bent the other over to lay on it. Click, click. Opened her legs wide again. Click, click. Then nothing.

The seconds dragged by. Then, slowly, starting with only a tensing of muscles along her legs, her ass lifted. Just a tiny bit. Click, click. Up a little more. Click, click, click. Higher. Click, click, click, click.

I leaned on the bed, between her legs, sighting the camera directly at her pussy, now clearly visible, from below. Click, click, click. Then nothing again.

Mom didn't move.

"Higher," I whispered, barely audible.

Her knees shifted up as pushed her ass farther from the bed. Click, click, click.

"Wider."

Her knees shifted out, lowering her ass. Her pussy lips parted. Click, click, click. I knew this camera would capture the shine as her nether lips glistened in the morning light. Click, click, click. Stop.

Again, no movement.

"Touch it."

No reaction.

"I need a picture with your hand there, for the finale. Please Mom."

Nothing. Then, two slender, feminine fingers appeared through the wedge of her legs and red polish covered her pinkish slit. Click.

Her fingers stayed. I crawled off the bed but Mom stayed as still as I dropped my pajamas as quietly as I could.

Click.

Did I see her fingers move?

"Just one more, Mom. A closeup."

I crawled up on the bed again and moved in behind her. Yes. There. Her fingers moved. She rubbed herself. Holding my cock, I lined myself up, moving as close as I could, hoping she wouldn't suddenly move her fingers back and discover my impending attack.

SHOVE!

I was in! PUSH! Get in her, my mind screamed, get in before she throws you off. Get in her! All the way!

"OHHHHHHHHH."

Was that me or her.

Grind! Shove, shove, shove.

"Unnngh, ugh, ugh."

It was her! Fuck, fuck, fuck.

She was loose, she was wet, I was moving easily. I was fucking her ... faster, faster, hard.

I looked down. She wasn't fighting me. Her head was still down on the pillow, her face turned to the side. She was moaning, continually, getting louder each time I shoved in. GOD, she was fantastic! I slammed harder against her thighs. She moaned louder. Harder, harder, harder. Her face was rocking against the pillow, her breath exploding out of her mouth. I grabbed her waist and started pulling her back with each thrust. I was going to come already! I couldn't stop it. I could feel it. OUT, it was squirting out. I jammed forward and pushed my cock in as far as I could, followed by little lunges with every squirt, my toes digging into the mattress to help me shove into her.

I was empty. I held her, gasping. Her breath was rasping out, her legs slowly giving way under my weight, her feet stretching out. I fell with her until we were flat on the bed, my cock still in her. My hands slid up her waist to cup her tits, squeezing them, finding each nipple and pinching them between by fingers.

We lay like that, regaining our breath until we were breathing normally. Not a word was spoken. Our breathing was the only sound in the room. I began rolling her nipples. They hadn't softened but I could still feel them stiffen as I pinched and tugged on them too. I renewed tiny little fuck motions against her ass.

"Lorny,"

She was going to make me stop. I made my fuck motions a little bigger.

"Lorny."

A stroke. Just a little one, then another, and another.

"Ohhh, Lorny," she sighed, "that's so nice."

Fuck, fuck, fuck. The mattress was moving beneath us now as I put more weight into my thrusts.

"Do you ... really ... like it ... like this ... this way?"

"I love ... it ... Mom."

"Unngghhh," she burst out as I threw in a hard one to emphasize my point.

"Unngghh, unnnghhh, unnnggghhh," she moaned as I began rocking into, starting to really get into it again as my cock became fully hard again.

I reached forward and gently pulled her head up. I kept fucking into her as I whispered directly into her ear.

"You love ... it ... too ... don't ... you ... from behind?"

We were really getting intense now. She was shoving herself back at me, fucking me as much as I was fucking her.

"Yesssss ... I ... love it!"

I stopped talking then and just got into our fuck. It was better and longer than the first. Very intense. I thought it would have been uncomfortable for Mom, holding her head up like that, but she seemed to like it. I guess she'd had her fill of comfortable, ordinary sex.

We rested after that. There was no recrimination for my surprise attack, nor did she express any guilt that we had gone all the way. We just cuddled, and chatted, and had a few laughs. Then I started to fondle her again, slowly working up to more overtly sexual touching until I was once again in her, from behind of course. She kept turned away from me. I put her on her side, spread her legs and did her that way for a while, then got her up on her knees and held her feet up as I worked myself in her and then, finally, I got above her, on my feet and drove down into her. She seemed to love the lewdness of this, becoming quite vocal from the first shove at this angle. After that, we were hungry and went downstairs. Me first, and then Mom after her shower.

Mom came downstairs completely nude. I have to say that even after the morning's romp, I was shocked. Her hair was covered in a towel in that way that women do after washing their hair, but she was otherwise naked as a jaybird. She smiled at me, laying plates out on the table, and went straight to the counter to finish making the sandwiches I had started. I turned to watch her, amazed at her nonchalance, her confidant beauty. She did have a picture perfect ass for a woman her age.

My cock hardened with that thought. God, could I do it again? I stiffened more as I focused on her cheeks. Why did she love it so much from behind? Was it just new, or did she really like having her ass touched? I remembered how excited she'd become every time I looked at or touched her ass. Maybe that was it. Maybe her ass was really sensual for her.

I got up, downed my pajama bottoms, and walked up to stand behind her, as quietly as I could, but she knew I was there.

"You look beautiful," I said, "especially like this." I put my hands around her and kissed her on the side of her neck. She just smiled.

I let my cock poke against her ass.

"After lunch, Lorny."

"Ok," I conceded, "I'll just play a little."

"Alright, but don't get too carried away."

I reached around and scooped up some butter in my fingers.

"What are you up to? she asked. How strange that only yesterday she would have chewed me out for wasting food.

My hand disappeared from sight behind her. I stepped back and rubbed the butter all over her right cheek.

"Lorny!" she gasped. "Stop that. I've just had a shower."

"Well," I laughed, "you'll just have to have another with me, after we get all greased up."

"Are you trying to get us all slippery? Is it better that way?"

"Yeah Mom. That's it. I'm going to make us slippery." I think my Mom was quite naive, even for her pre-internet age. I scooped some more butter and spread it over her other cheek, then returned for another big handful which I started to spread between her cheeks.

"I have some baby oil we could have used instead of this if you'd just waited until we got back upstairs," she complained. She wasn't happy about the mess but I could tell she was getting excited again by the way her butt was moving against my hand as I began caressing her cheeks more than just rubbing stuff on them. I also began dipping my fingers deeper between her cheeks and down to her pussy, rubbing the butter in well.

When I reached for my last scoop of soft butter, I noticed she had stopped making the sandwiches. She was just standing there letting me feel and rub her, swaying back against my hands and fingers. I knew right then she was going to let me fuck her here in the kitchen. I leaned against her back with my left arm, pushing her over the counter a little and pushed her legs apart with my foot. She definitely knew I was preparing her for a fuck, but she let me open her anyway.

"Lorny, no. Wait until after lunch."

"But my cock is hard now, Mom."

"But Lorny, I'm hungry."

"So am I Mom." I cupped my fingers over her pussy and ran it right up her ass crack, dipping my fingers in to drag them across her rear hole. I repeated this a couple more times and then let the tip of my longest finger nudge into her little hole.

"Ohhhh. What are you doing?"

"You mean here?" I asked, circling my slippery fingertip around her bud.

"Yes. ohhhhhh. What are you doing?"

I circled and circled, moving my left hand around to her mouth, I began circling her lips the same way.

"I was just thinking of doing this, Mom." I pushed my finger into her mouth, then pulled it back out.

"No, Lorny. I don't think I'd like that?"

I circled her mouth again. I hadn't stopped circling her rosebud.

"Doesn't this feel good, Mom?"

"It's ... different," she gasped.

I plunged my finger into her mouth and at the same time, poked the tip of my finger into her anus.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she gasped around my finger.

I pulled my finger out of her mouth but left the other one in her ass. I circled her lips, pushing them into an open 'O' while I wiggled my finger in her butt, then slowly began moving it in and out. I took my time working from the first to the second knuckle, matching movements with the finger in her mouth. In and out, and in and out. She let out a guttural exhalation - that's the best I can describe the sound, not quite a moan - when I pushed a second finger in, mouth and ass. I'm sure her reaction was to ass invasion. Eyes closed and head down, she moaned loudly as I pushed the two fingers all the say in, holding them there, barely moving, while I pulled my fingers out of her mouth and gently stroked up and down her throat.

"Lorny, what are you doing to me?" She had difficulty getting that out, her breathing was so ragged.

"I'm loving your ass, Mom. I thought you'd like it."

Gently squeezing her throat, I tugged her head down closer the counter. Once there, I started moving my fingers slowly in and out of her again. When I was moving easily in her, several minutes later, I made a little extra push at the top of each thrust and twisted my hand a few degrees before withdrawing. Mom was moaning constantly now.

Suddenly, I pulled my hand away. Mom's ass, almost pathetically, strained back several times searching for her now welcome invader. Her thighs quivering from her need.

"Lorny ...," it was almost a wail.

"Let's go upstairs and get that baby oil, Mom."

She pushed herself upright and turned to walk out of the kitchen but she could barely stand, her legs were so shaky. I slipped my hands around her waist and lifted her. My cock was firmly lodged between her cheeks as I walked her upstairs. Waddling our way up, her cheeks rubbing up and down my shaft, proved too much for me. By the time I got her to the bed, I was desperate to get inside her.

"Where is it?" I cried frantically.

"What?"

"The oil?" I yelled.

"On the dresser," she yelled back, fling her arm toward the wall to my right, her voice muffled because her head was face down in the comforter.

I ran over to the dresser, knocking over several bottles of feminine products in my haste before latching onto an almost empty bottle of baby oil. Feverishly I ran back to stand behind my mother, still in place, knees braced against the end of the bed. Quickly, I squirted the rest of the baby oil into the top of her crack, pushing my cockhead between her cheeks to block its flow. I could feel the point of my cock insert itself into her softened hole as the oil flowed on its head. Right away, my cock burst through her ring embedding the head completely inside her bum.

"UGGGGNNNGGHHH, OHHHHHHH, LORNY, LORNY," Mom yelled. I'm sure the neighbors would have heard had her face not been buried in the bed.

The bottle dropped to the floor as I grasped her hips. Unable to wait, incapable of stopping, I pushed my shaft all the way in. She grunted, one long, huge grunt.

"Mom? Are you OK?" I asked when I was plunged fully inside her. "Mom? MOM?"

"Yesssss," she cried, twisting her head sideways, her red face now showing under her hair. "Move it ... MOVE!"

A little stunned, I pulled my cock out a little, then pushed back in. Despite her moans and grunts, not as loud now, I could tell she was OK and liked it, really liked it, I thought as I began to move faster and faster.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," she kept repeating between moans and grunts. I couldn't help myself, the sound and feel of her sent me out of control. I banged her butt harder and harder. She just seemed to love it even more. I thought she could easily take all I could give and in that instant I gave it, all of it. I poured my seed into her ass.

She slumped forward as my cock softened and popped out of her ass. She crawled up onto the bed and spread her legs wide with ass raised up about a foot from the bed, her face turning back to me, hidden by the mass of her hair.

"Can you do it again?" she asked, not a begging voice, more like a demand. Her ass was moving, twisting up and down, her little pucker winking at me, waiting for it.

I didn't know if I could. Looking down at my wasted cock, I knew I couldn't. Not right away, anyway.

"We don't have anymore baby oil," I threw out in my defense.

"We don't need it," she cried, "just get in me."

"No Mom, I don't want to hurt you."

Exasperated but resigned, she said, "There's more in the bathroom downstairs, then."

Her voice followed me as I walked through her bedroom door, relieved at my reprieve, "Hurry, Lorny, hurry."

'Get up,' I silently screamed at my flaccid member, 'get up,' shaking it all the way down the stairs, trying vainly to trigger some life in it. I swung around at the bottom to the downstairs bathroom. Finding the baby oil right away, I slowly headed back upstairs, still trying to convince my cock to rise from the dead. As turned to go upstairs I got the shock of my life.

"Dad!" I exclaimed. "What ...,"

"We need to talk" Dad replied calmly as he turned to walk upstairs.

I followed Dad up the stairs, like a condemned man trudging to his own execution. Numbly, I trailed Dad to his bedroom where he stood frozen in the doorway, staring at Mom, her ass still wavering in the air, her little hole winking, and her head buried in the pillow. She must have heard us.

"Come on, Lorne, hurry," her muffled, urgent voice drifted back.

Dad was in shock. I stood there, not knowing what to do, naked, still holding the bottle of baby oil. I cast my eyes at Dad, afraid to look squarely at him. He was still frozen but there was a look of anger growing on his face. I looked down at my hand, at the bottle of baby oil, as if it was a smoking gun. But there was something else. I could see Dad beside me. There was a big tent in front of his pants! Dad had a huge hardon, looking at Mom waving her ass, unaware that he was there.

"Hurry," Mom wailed, "come fuck me."

Dad's hands moved. He was undoing his belt, pushing his pants down, kicking his shoes off and stepping out of his slacks. He pushed his shorts down and straightened up, his cock lunging forward like a pole protruding from the prow of a tall ship. Silently, I held up the baby oil. Dad grabbed it without acknowledging I was there. He walked straight to the bed and clambered up behind Mom on his knees.

"Yes," Mom cried,her ass cocking up in anticipation. "What took you so long?"

Dad held his cock while he squirted baby oil along its length and then plunged into Mom's ass. He pushed straight in.

"OHHHHH owwww ohhhhhh," Mom exclaimed. "Easy, easy."

"I'll fuck you, you bitch," Dad shouted, and started banging into Mom.

Mom's head jerked around at the sound of Dad's voice, her eyes wild. "John!" she yelled.

"Take this," Dad yelled, pounding roughly into Mom's ass, her neck bouncing dangerously, twisted sideways still as she looked back at him in horror. "Is this what you want, you slut?"

I leapt onto the bed, kneeling down beside my parents.

"Dad ... Dad," I yelled. "Take it easy, take it easy, ... don't hurt her! Please."

Dad slowed, easing up. He turned to look at me. His eyes losing some of their fanatic glaze.

Mom straightened her neck. I laid my hand on her back, running it gently down to her neck. "Take it easy on Mom, Dad," I repeated. His pace slowed again and he looked blankly at me. "We have all afternoon, Dad." I stroked Mom's neck, "She'll look after us all afternoon."

Still looking at be with a blank stare, he seem to nod, turned away and quickened his pace but not roughly anymore, sinking into a rhythm. Mom soon started her sounds.

"Do me John ... do me." Dad's pace picked up a then a little more as she urged him on with her grunts and moans. My own cock hardened as I listened to her. She reached out and grabbed my tool. Dad looked down expressionlessly as Mom held my cock while he thrust into her behind. As he came in her she started jacking me and when he fell onto the bed beside her, she pulled me around behind her. I was in her in a second. I lasted longer than Dad - after all, it wasn't my first that day - but not much longer.

We all lay on the bed after, Mom on her stomach, Dad on our backs on either side. We must have fallen asleep. At least I did, because I suddenly became aware that Mom was jacking me off as she lay on her tummy. I raised my head and saw that she was doing the same for Dad. She got up then and moved over on top of Dad, pausing to insert his cock into her, probably getting to be on top for the first time in their marriage.

She started slowly but soon was really working on him. He seemed content to keep his cock pushed in her and to fondle her tits once in a while. When she had worked herself up so much I thought she was about to come, she leaned way forward onto Dad's chest, like a jockey on a steed. Looking at me for the first time, she whispered, "Come on Lorny, get behind me."

I was so slow to react that Dad looked over at me and Mom seemed about to repeat herself. I scrambled up behind her and slipped my cock into her well lubricated asshole. You should have heard her moan. I wish I could reproduce that sound for you but I can only do it in my head. I could actually feel Dad in her, moving, as I was. That was a really wild fuck. I lost track of all the grunts and moans and expletives. We fucked off and on into the night. There was no discussion or recrimination.

After that, we just swung into a new relationship. I think Dad was thrilled with the new sex and Mom loved getting fucked by both of us at the same time. It was almost impossible for either of us to satisfy her alone. I don't know what I'd turned on in her, but it couldn't be shut off, that's for sure.

When we went to Florida to visit my Dad's parents, we took a room right on the beach as usual. We usually dropped our bags and rushed over to visit my grandparents as they almost always knew exactly when we had flown in, and complained if we didn't show up within an hour. But this time, while Dad and I were unpacking our bags, Mom walked out of the washroom in an incredible swimsuit. It had a tiny stretch of material over each nipple, matched by a similar patch covering her pussy, and nothing but strings everywhere else. She walked past us to the open glass doors and out onto the patio.

"I'm going to touch the water before we go," she announced as she passed by us. Dad and I watched her saunter sexily across the beach, turning every man's head. Several old duffers stopped to stare at her and actually started following her back to our room on her return until they saw Dad standing in the doorway with me behind him.

Dad closed the door when she came back in and I could see how big his hardon was as he turned to follow her. Mom crawled up onto the bed and took her familiar position, face down in the mattress, ass in the air.

"Fuck my parents," Dad said as he stumbled past me, trying to get his pants off.

You got that right, I thought as I yanked my own pants down.

I woke late that night to the most incredible feeling. Dad was snoring on my parent's queen bed but Mom was in mine on top of me. She was holding her weight up on her elbows, brushing her lips on mine and her nipples across my chest. Her fingers were stroking my forehead and the side of my face and my cock was buried deep inside her, privy to the most delightfully soft, wet, pulsating muscle you can imagine. As she pulled up, she squeezed my shaft all the way, twisting her hips to maximize the exquisite feel as I slipped through her wet tunnel.

"Are you awake dear?" she whispered.

"Yes," I answered, whispering too. "God, Mom. That's fantastic."

"I wanted to give you a special memory."

"I won't ever forget this feeling."

"There more," she whispered, even more quietly. She cocked her hip to the side a bit and pushed down on me as far as she could go. "That's where you started, Lorne. Right up there." She gave her hip a little extra shove to emphasize where she meant.

"Mom," I said, "I know I was adopted. I couldn't have started there. I love you. You're the only Mom I've ever known, or want, but I know you're not my birth Mom."

"You're right," she said, resuming her slow milking fuck, "you were adopted. You know what your grandparents are like, how religious they are. Well, they were mad because your Dad was their only child and he said he wasn't going to get married and have kids because there were too many in the world already. We thought like that back in those days. He was going to live in a commune. But then he did it."

"What ... did what?" I could barely get out two words as a time, she was making me feel so good.

"Your Dad met me and got me pregnant, but he didn't want to admit that he'd done that when we weren't married so we got married and he tole them we had adopted you because a friend was going to have you aborted otherwise. It made him kind of a hero to them."

"So Dad got you pregnant ... with me?"

"That's right. This is where you came from." Mom pushed right down on me again. I could feel that I was very deep in her. She squeezed her pussy on me and twisted her hips again. "I am your real Mom, baby."

I was in shock. I had been convinced that I was adopted. Mom pulled slowly off me, right out, and hovered above the tip of my cock.

"Is it still ok, baby? Do you still want me?"

"Ohhh, Mom. Yes, yes." I put my arms around her, hugging her, flooding with emotion as her sheath slipped once more over my cock, where it belonged, resuming its excruciating squeeze down my shaft. I'm the luckiest son in the world, I thought. When I was deep in her again, at my origin, I felt the tears flow onto the side of my face. Seconds later, she began her slow, teasing withdrawal.

"Fuck me, Mommy," I cried.​