Incest/Taboo The Mom Memories: Mark's Story

I was enthralled. Long the object of my desire, it seemed to reach for Jenny's delicate fingers whenever they came close, as if Mom's panties pulsed outward, perhaps not reaching so much as being pushed by the throbbing organism they contained. Mom's pungent odor permeated the air.

Jenny drew her hand back and pulled her own skirt high up to her hips, holding it there as she struggled to her knees. She looked up and smiled at me as she leaned forward, glancing down at her shoulders and then back to me as her balance became precarious. I brought my hands up to catch her just as she would have fallen and took her weight as she continued leaning forward, gradually falling onto Mom.

Mom lay inert, though she had to know her masseuse was now laying on top of her, breast to breast, belly to belly, and panty to panty. Jenny supported her weight on her elbows and slipped her hands under Mom's head.

"Slip out," she whispered.

Obediently, I slid out trying hard not to disturb Mom. Jenny laid Mom's head gently back to the pillow and replaced my fingers with her own, delicately tracing an ornate design over Mom's face in similar fashion to the way she had caressed the soft skin between Mom's legs.

"Get behind us," Jenny whispered, her eyes dropping to my raging boner.

I slipped off the bed and removed my pants as quietly as I could, then the rest of my clothes. I crawled up on the bed and sat behind the two women, looking between their spread legs to their panties, one set on top of the other, connected, merging in soft pulses, titillating each other in a continuous, mutual kiss.

I watched, and watched. They strained against one another, seemingly forever. I began to realize that I was simply an observer, that I wasn't really part of this. Slowly, gradually, their pussies squished together more fervently, their connection becoming more intense, their grinding more frequent, until they seemed to be one, a mutant Siamese pussy making love to itself. They were moaning and whimpering in a secret feminine communication only they could understand.

Rising up on my knees, I pinched the side straps of Jenny's panties in my fingers and slowly dragged them off her hips, trying not to disturb her, pulling back until the panties snapped away from her soaked pussy. They both moaned loudly as their wet pussies moved one layer closer together. I pulled Jenny's panties down her legs and off her feet. They were grinding harder now, panting loudly.

I moved up behind Jenny and laid my cock along the crack of her ass. I couldn't help it, I needed to be part of this but before I could slip inside her slit, Jenny turned to look back at me, her eyes wild. She jerked her head, motioning me away.

Disappointed, but understanding, I backed away.

As soon as I was clear, Jenny started rocking Mom, pulling at her elbow on one side. After several attempts, Mom understood and swung her side up, and over, rolling, until she was laying on top. They wasted no time in reconnecting their pussies, quickly regaining their former rhythm.

I was suddenly struck by Jenny's foot. Then again, and again. She was signaling me. I rose on my knees and looked down at her panting, flushed face. She cast her eyes down, several times, urgently. Tentatively, I moved my hand towards Mom's panties and Jenny nodded.

My cock regained some of the glory it lost when Jenny motioned me away as I dragged Mom's more conservative panties over her buttocks, pulling them away from her sticky pussy, down her legs and over her knees with some difficulty, then off her feet. I was fully hard when I scrambled on my knees back between their open legs to look down at Jenny for further instruction.

She smiled with a glint in her eye, her mouth forming a single word, 'Come.'

I moved forward and laid my cock on an ass again, this time Mom's. I slid back and forth a few times, letting her know I was there, though there was no conscious reaction to my presence. I pushed my shaft deeper between her cheeks and began thrusting in earnest across the dark little hole that knew me so well. Mom's ass bucked against me but I knew it was in reaction to the thrusting pussy that lay underneath. I leaned forward, getting ready to push inside, my eyes meeting Jenny's as I was about to enter Mom's ass.

She was shaking her head. 'No' she mouthed.

I paused, confused. She was trying to say something else, forming other words, repeating them, over and over. Two words.

'Fuck... her', 'Fuck... her', 'Fuck... her'.

Jenny started thrusting up harder, rubbing more vigorously against the more mature pussy bearing down on her.

"Fuck her," she whispered.

I moved my cock, pushing it down, along Mom's perineum, and then to her opening, sliding my cockhead into her wet, pink slit.

I paused, afraid to move, awaiting Mom's permission, some signal, leaning on my hands and staring down into Jenny's eyes.

"Fuck her," she said aloud. "Fuck us."

I slipped my cock inside, just the head. Glorious. Mom felt awesome. And then true glory. Mom twisted her pelvis back toward me, making it easier for me to move further inside her.

I pushed, sliding in, in, all the way in. She was tight, like Jenny. Did she not let Dad inside either? She was like a glove, a perfect, slippery maternal grip. I bottomed out and pushed into Mom's cheeks, grinding her onto Jenny's pussy. I pulled out and slid back in without pause, again, and again and again until I was moving steadily, fucking her, fucking my mom!

I was crying out and moaning, "Oh, mom ... oh mom."

Hearing myself, I began thrusting harder, lunging into her, jamming my cock, releasing the pent up frustrations of the past year. I needed to FUCK HER. I was in a frenzy, screaming her name, "Mom ... Mom ... Mom," but I could barely hear it over my rasping breath and the slap of my pelvis crashing into her sweaty ass. This wasn't making love, this was fucking, this was banging. Harder, and faster, desperately, harder, faster, faster faster .... "ahhhhhhhh aahhhhh ahhhhhhhh."

I fell on Mom's back, feeling Jenny's arms reach up to hold my shoulders, closing in on my head. I opened my eyes to look into hers, in eternal thanks and appreciation for the gift she had given me. I slumped back, exhausted and fell away to the side. A moment later, I felt a soft womanly, mature body caress the length of mine. A teasing tongue flicked in my ear, replaced by a wet kiss and then a soft whisper.

"I'm going to have to teach you how to fuck me nicely."

"Is that what you want, to be fucked nicely all the time?" I asked, tired but not so exhausted I didn't note the feel of her puffy wet pussy squishing around the length of my flagging manhood.

"No, not all the time," Mom whispered before pushing her wet tongue into my ear.

My cock, reacting to her squishy pussy, was growing and my weariness was consequently draining away. I reached up between our chests, found her nipples, and gently pinched them between thumb and forefingers.

"Oh yes, baby,' Mom cooed. "I like that," she added as I began rolling and tugging her nipples.

For my part, I loved the way she was squishing her wet pussy up and down my shaft. Mom's face hovered over mine and kissed me full on the lips, her tongue soon sinking into my mouth. I was stunned by that kiss. Stunned because it was the first time we had kissed like that. For all that we had done, Mom and I never 'made out'. Her lips and tongue sent shivers down my body, resulting in a significant hardening of my tool. Mom pulled her mouth away just far enough to chuckle as she simultaneously lifted her hips enough for my cock to rise from my stomach.

"You like to kiss, do you?" she teased.

"Yeah," I mumbled.

"So do I," Mom answered, shifting her hips forward and then back, enveloping my cock head and then pushing all the way down and back, squeezing tightly to ravage my cock. "I like this too," she said before sinking her tongue into my mouth again.

Mom fucked me slowly while Jenny sat silently on the bed, leaving us to make love for the first time. She had brought Mom to the point where she would fuck me but making love was a choice the two of had to make, and it was one we both made enthusiastically.

Mom took a long time. I almost came several times but she held back until the urge subsided. When she was sure I was ready, she started again. There came a point when Mom was ahead of me and I didn't hold her back. I didn't know how to anyway and there was little I could do to hold myself back: Mom was in full control. Or, I should say, now she was out of control. Mom sat up on my cock, rising completely off my frame to the very tip of my cock before dropping down with a loud groan, again and again and again. Then she leaned forward onto my chest, humping me just as desperately, tucking her head under to watch herself plunging onto my cock. Later, she leaned back, legs straining with the effort of churning her hips. When she finally came, I thought she would squeeze the life out of me. She shivered and shook for minutes above me.

Jenny was gone. I felt a loss but then realized it was appropriate for Mom and I to have this experience to ourselves. I was surprised when Jenny returned carrying a tray with a teapot and three mugs and cookies. We sat on the bed and dunked our cookies, smiling at each other and not saying a word.

That night, I awoke with Mom straddling my hips, her hand feeding my already hard cock into her pussy.

"I can't wait until tomorrow," she gasped. "I feel so empty."

I wasn't about to complain. Mom repeated her on-top-fuck in record time. She was really horny. When she rolled off I immediately lifted her legs and pushed them back until her knees were beside her head and her ass was completely off the bed. I got up on my feet and straddled her haunches, then dropped my steel hard cock into her soaking wet cunt.

I knew my father couldn't hear anything over his loud snoring so I didn't hold anything back. I let Mom really have it and I knew from her reaction that she didn't want to 'make love' all the time. Some time, she just wanted to get fucked, and fucked hard. I could see it in her face every time I dropped on her with force and dug my cock in that extra little bit. I don't know what Mom's sex life had been like when she was young but I knew from her expression that no cock could ever make her feel better. Mine was the only 'son' cock she would ever have.

The next night, Mom told Dad that his dinner was warming in the oven.

"Where are you going?" Dad asked, not even bothering to look away from the TV let alone turn down the volume.

"Mark's new girlfriend has invited me over for dinner to meet his mother."

This was news to me.

"She just wants to me you and not his old man?" Dad asked.

"It's a woman bonding thing," mom explained. "Come on, Mark. Jenny wants you there too, to break the ice."

I guess I was still looking surprised by the look on Dad's face.

"Go on Mark. Do your duty. You may as well get used to it," Dad guffawed.

In the car on the way to Jenny's, Mom reached over to massage my pants.

"I hope you're up for some heavy duty tonight," she said, smirking. "Jenny and I have been making plans all afternoon."

"Don't worry about me, Mom. I'm a dutiful son."

"I don't know," she said, unzipping my pants and fishing my cock out, "you look a little worn out to me."

Mom's mouth opened and my cock enjoyed a breath of hot air before disappearing into its slick warmth. My hand gripped the wheel and I slowed down to look for a good place to park. As soon as I stopped, I pushed down on Mom's head and hunched my hips, fucking into her mouth. I didn't last long. I didn't even try, and we were soon on our way.

Jenny opened the door and, upon seeing me, immediately glared at Mom.

"You promised you wouldn't!" she cried indignantly.

Mom smirked and shrugged her shoulders and I tried to shrink out of sight but Jenny didn't pay me any mind. She pulled Mom into the apartment and dragged her toward the couch, walking backwards until she fell on it.

"You're gonna have to pay for that," Jenny growled, hiking up her skirt.

"I know," Mom replied, not sounding the least bit repentant as she fell to her knees in front of my girlfriend.

I closed the door and followed my women into the living room. I watched for several minutes before slowly removing my clothes. Naked, I kneeled behind Mom and flipped her dress up onto her back. As I pushed Mom's panties down to her knees, I looked into Jenny's eyes.

"Thank's for inviting us for dinner," I said.

Jenny's face already wore a lusty expression of intense pleasure but she managed to croak, "You've got yours coming too, Mister."

"I hope so," I cried, sliding into Mom.​