Incest/Taboo The Mom Memories

"Whew, I don't know how you guys can take that excitement. It wears me out." Mom swung her legs up onto my bed and laid back onto the pillows, her bent knees allowing her dress to slide down her thighs almost to her hips, baring her legs down to her sandals. Crossing one knee over the other, Mom dangled her foot up and down, trying to slip her sandal off. Succeeding at last, she switched legs and repeated with the other foot. It took a lot longer for this shoe to fall despite the intense scrutiny and wishing of both Gary and I. Not until that shoe fell did I realize that the game had already started and I had been killed early in the round.

I stood and walked over to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Are you alright, Mom?" I asked, concerned. She was laying on her back with her eyes closed.

"Oh sure," she replied. "My legs just got a little tired watching you guys play. I can't believe how tense I got just watching you. These old legs are a little sore from straining so much."

I reached back to run my left hand up the inside of her leg, from her ankle to her knee.

"Oh, that feels good," Mom said.

"Would you like us to massage your legs?" I offered. "It might relax your muscles."

I continued stroking her calf muscle as Mom nodded her head and jerked my head to send Gary around to the other side of the bed. He sat down and very tentatively began stroking her other leg. When she smiled at his touch, we both shifted our weight to better sitting positions without breaking contact with Mom's legs. Mom's smile stayed on her face but she otherwise didn't react as Gary and I stroked and stroked her legs. We stroked her legs for so long, her smile faded and I thought she had actually fallen asleep.

It was Gary who made the first move above her knee. Mom's smile returned and slowly faded again as we stroked and scratched and tickled all around her thighs, from the muscular and weathered tops and sides to the incredibly soft bottoms and insides. Their warmth grew the higher we ventured and again it was Gary who calmly flipped her dress onto her pelvis so we could see what we were doing on all of her legs.

We could see the bottom of her panties. I could see her mound and the cleft running down the middle much better than I could when I had bared them a few days before. By pressing my fingers in harder on the inside of her thigh before dragging them back, I could make that mound move. I was first one to try this but Gary followed suit right away.

We were resting our armpits on Mom's bent knees, each running a hand up and down the inside of a thigh and one on the outside and up the underneath of her legs, stretching our fingers so close to her we were almost touching her panties.

The flush of the upstairs toilet jarred me and I jerked my head in panic toward my bedroom door, relieved beyond comprehension when I saw that Mom had closed my door. I could hear Dad's heavy footsteps as he rushed down the hallway back downstairs, presumably wanting to miss as little as possible of the football game.

I looked back at Mom. Her eyes had fluttered open but only halfway. They closed my eyes rested on her face. I waited only a minute before I scored another first over Gary. I let my fingers briefly brush Mom's pale yellow panties. Not to be outdone, Gary followed suit as Mom didn't react.

Every nerve in my body was zinging and my muscles were tensed to the breaking point. Again, I brushed up to the base of that fantastic mound, allowing one finger to stretch up to flutter across its front. There was a sharp intake of breath but no other reaction. Soon, every stroke Gary and I applied involved a brush or press on Mom's panties which seemed to be getting warmer and were definitely damp.

We shifted our weight again so we could hold Mom's legs at a higher and wider angle. Her legs thighs were now at almost a right angle from her body and held wide over each of our own thighs. Hair strayed out through he resulting gap at the sides of her panties. It was Gary that took the triumph of placing his fingers on Mom's panties and leaving them there, pressing lightly in a tiny circular movement. There was a longer intake of breath, matched only when a minute later I found room for my own fingers above Gary's, sliding their tips up that mysterious groove to make my own little circle around the little bump I found there.

Mesmerized, Gary and I kept applying our tiny finger movements, both scared to make any move that might jeopardize the gains we had made. But Mom didn't seem predisposed to cancel our success. Her breathing was becoming rapid and short and her hips began to move below our fingers, gyrating around and pressing up erratically against our probing, rubbing fingers.

This was the best game either of us had ever played. We glanced at each other, ecstatic and enthralled. Mom's hips were bumping up against us now and we had to press harder just to keep our hands in place. She was making sounds. Sounds I had never heard her make before. It was tremendously exciting. My own breath was becoming short and I realized I had a huge boner that was uncomfortably constrained inside my jeans. I was close to coming and I hadn't even touched myself.

Thrusting. Mom was thrusting herself off the bed now. That was the only way to describe it. There was no pretense. She was shoving herself against our hands. Gary had cupped his hand over her panties and I was rubbing the flat of my fingers against the top of her mound.

"Oh, god, oh god, oh god," Mom gasped as she moaned and dug her heels in to the bed, her hips frantically shoving, her thighs clenching. "Oh, yeah ... yeah ... yeah." One final, long thrust pushing our hands high and she collapsed back to the bed, followed by a long, long sigh.

Her eyes opened.

"Pull my dress down, sweeties," she said in a strangely soft, husky voice. There was no embarrassment. It was just a simple request, simply stated.

Awkwardly, somewhat mortified, we pulled her dress down and straightened Mom's legs. Mom took our hands in hers.

"Did you like that game?" she asked, her eyes now sparkling.

We both nodded dumbly.

Mom pulled each of us down in turn for a quick kiss, mouth to mouth. She sat up and swung her legs to the floor after I stood out of her way.

"There won't be any more talk about Ben now, will there?" she whispered just loudly enough for me to hear.

I shook my head.

She turned at the door to smile back at our stunned faces, holding her index finger vertically across her lips in the universal shushing signal. And then she was gone.

Gary and I turned to look at each other, the blank look on both our faces attesting to the shock both of us felt, Gary more so since for him this had come completely out of the blue. There was something strange about Gary. Looking down, I noticed a wet spot staining one side of his jeans. His head followed my gaze down and then he looked over to my jeans where I was just noticing a similar stain on my own jeans. We burst out laughing, commemorating this incredible moment which I knew neither of us would ever forget.
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That was interesting. Were there other new ones I passed by? I shuffled through the pile of letters that I had sifted through before, and discovered an update from Kevin since I last mentioned him in Chapter 15.
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Kevin here for another update about my Mom. I am one who can truly look back at my first term in college and say it was the most fantastic time of my life. Mother was true to her word. If father wasn't around, she made herself available to me. She was a very generous woman and did anything I wanted, as I had asked.

She never offered, but she never refused once I initiated an action. Oh, she liked to act as if I was an annoyance, intruding on her busy day, but she would eventually get into it with me. I soon learned that Mom needed to resist me at first. She needed time to transform into the role she had set for herself, the fallen mother who would do anything to keep her last son nearby.

In fact, Mom loved to fuck but she needed to hide her passion under the guise that she was losing herself in the promise she had made to please me. However, a month of sex all over our home was enough to show even an exuberant teen that he was with a woman who was more than willing. The wilder my demands, the more accepting and excited she was, even offering herself in lewder positions than requested, seemingly lost in delirious pleasure.

She absolutely loved it from behind. When I arrived home from school, typically horny, with little more than an hour before Dad came home, Mom would be less resistant to my advances than she was on weekends and it wouldn't be long before she would run downstairs to bury her head in the couch pillows, ass raised up so I had to stand to take her the same way we had first coupled.

We did it other ways but they were mostly some variation of behind sex. On her side, on her knees, bent over with head and hands dangling to the floor, or flat on her tummy. One time, in that position, she reached behind to spread her cheeks for me, opening her wet pink slit but also drawing attention to her little brown hole. Sensing an invitation, I immediately knelt, straddled her ass and spit on my cock, lowering myself so I could insert my tip in her bottom.

The way she scrunched her ass away from my strange, unexpected attack surprised me and showed how wrong I was, but she pushed back a few seconds later and suffered my pokes and shoves until I managed to get my head inside her. I had taken only a few strokes and wasn't even all the way in when I came. I lay for several minutes gasping for breath on her back. It didn't seem to do anything for Mom, so I didn't try that again.

A week later, on a Saturday when Dad was away for the afternoon, Mom came into my room while I was browsing around on the web.

"Would you like to see something?" she asked.

"What?" I replied, not really paying attention.

"Just something I found. You might be interested."

I knew Mom had been poking around on the internet and it finally clicked that she must be finding some of her new ideas on the web. So let her take over the mouse and push my hands aside on the keyboard. A few keystrokes and clicks later and Mom was navigating through an amateur video website. She found what she wanted, clicked, knelt down on the floor beside my chair while we waited for the video to load.

There was a woman standing in the middle of what looked like a typical teenage boy's bedroom with a single bed behind her. The woman, who looked old enough to be the mother of a teenage boy, finished unbuttoning her blouse, stripped it from her arms and let it fall to the floor. Immediately, she removed her bra and treated it to the same fate. Next came the skirt. She cocked her hip as she unzipped the side and let the pleated affair drop to the floor, staggering backward until she fell to her knees and leaned back against the edge of the bed, knees open to show the narrow band of her panties splitting into two arcs rising up and over her hips before disappearing from sight. She waited, lips moist and mouth partly open, tits sagging on her chest with nipples hard and stabbing out. One hand strayed between her legs and cupped her pantied pussy. She rubbed it slowly, waiting.

Mom pressed her head against my side, her hands slipping between my thighs and up to cup my scrotum, stroking slowly in time with the woman on the screen.

A male swaggered into the picture, on the right from behind the camera POV, stopping in front of the woman but to the side so our view of her wasn't blocked. He was muscular with a broad back, slim hips and thick thighs. His whole body screamed youth. The woman's eyes slid from his eyes to his hips, fixed on the tumescent stick that periodically swayed partially into view.

Mom's fingers adeptly loosened my belt and zipped my jeans down, pushing them apart, grasping the straining lump under my jockey shorts. Screen boy stepped closer, his tool wagging in a wider arc. The woman reached up to grasp it, steadying it in front of her mouth which seemed to be open a little wider now. The young man batted her hands away, and again when she tried to grasp him again. Mom fished my cock from under my shorts and held it in her fist.

Screen boy moved suddenly forward, jabbing his cock into the woman's mouth, pulled out, and then rammed it in again almost a dozen times in quick succession, her head bouncing back with each jab until he withdrew, holding his weapon about an inch away from her lips, as strand of saliva the only connection remaining between her mouth and his cock. Mom's fist moved up to squeeze grip my head tightly and then slowly squeezed down my shaft.

Plunk! Screen boy suddenly drove his cock fully into the woman's mouth and held it there, her jaws opening wide as she struggled to accommodate him, his buttocks pulsing as tried to fuck her even as he held his cock fully plugged into her mouth. Her hands were batted away again but he yanked his hips back just as she seemed about to pass out from lack of air. She gasped again and again, gulping in air while simultaneously drooling saliva from the corner of her mouth. As her breathing returned to normal, she glanced up at him, waiting, not trying to move away. Mom's cock squeezed the tip of my cock hard, released, and then teased the underside with the softest rub of her thumb.

Bang! He was in her again, thrusting, thrusting, holding her head with both hands, fucking her face in short jabs. He was in her longer this time and her gasp was explosive when he finally released her head, allowing a more copious stream of saliva to escape her lips. Her respite was shorter and the thrusts longer and harder for the next four attacks, their breathing louder and more ragged. On the final exit, his cock blasted his gift, into her mouth, then covering her nose and cheeks, one eye and her forehead. After the last squirt, screen boy fell to his knees, straddling the woman's legs, kissing her mouth and cleaning her face of his dripping mess.

The clip ended and an ad was displayed.

Mom stood, backing away several feet before her hands reached up to undo the buttons on her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra so her hands moved directly down to undo and remove her slacks. Her eyes were bright and intense, gripping mine. I noticed her breasts were larger than screen woman's but not as saggy. Her nipples were stiffer than I'd ever seen them.

I stood as she pushed her pants down her legs and shook my jeans off at the same time that she stepped out of hers. My shorts were gone though Mom was still wearing her panties. She backed away as I started undoing my shirt, falling to her knees and leaning back against my bed just as the woman had done. Her hand absently strayed down to stroke the front of her panties.

My shirt gone, I stepped forward, only barely conscious that my weapon was far more timid than screen boy's but it did manage to sway as I stalked toward Mom. Almost dutifully, she reached up to grasp my tool but, on cue, I smacked her hands away, and again when she repeated her futile defense.

I stood with my cock just before her mouth for much longer than screen woman's tormentor, or lover, or son. The tension was high, and so was I, barely able to contain myself with my knowing tease. We both knew what was coming, but still I delayed. I grasped a handful of hair on top of Mom's hair, adding in my own personal twist. I waited several heartbeats past where she and even I expected me to thrust into her mouth.

I was in. Jab, jab, jab. Quick thrust, fuck, fuck, fuck in her sweet wet hole. God, I was almost coming already. She was panting, drool streaming down from her mouth already. Her hand was inside her panties, moving quickly up and down. Jam, jam, jam. I was back in her mouth. Deeper, pushing hard. I could feel myself starting. Quickly, I grabbed her head and held myself in tight, not concerned with whether or not she could breathe.

Owwwwww! Jesus!

Mom was squeezing my balls hard. My cum blast halted dead in its tracks. I guess I was too rough. Mom looked up at me, panting and drooling when I pulled my bludgeoned cock out of her mouth.

"You've got to last," she gasped, reaching out to grasp the back of my thighs, pulling me forward and back into her mouth, her hands forcing me into a series of small lunges until I was once again fully embedded. I gripped her head and starting fucking her face again.

Over and over we did it. Many more times than our screen mentors. My cock was gooey with her spit and her face was slick from those times I missed her mouth and slid over her cheeks or under her chin. I was able to stay deep in her mouth for quite a while now, as she had somehow figured out how to breathe even when I was plugged to the hilt. It was me that was pulling out for a respite now. The room was full of our gasps and the loud wet squishy sound of my cock abusing her mouth but more frequently now, Mom blocked my attempt to pull out by throwing her hands around my ass and keeping me in. Unable to get out, I finally reached the tipping point and launched into a violent series of hard thrusts, culminating in a gushing geyser of sticky fluid that spewed down her throat.

I didn't come on Mom's face. Not that I didn't want to, or tried not to, or even thought of it. Mom just held me inside until I was empty. She pulled off my cock, looked up coquettishly, and returned her pouting lips in an excruciating ecstatic final suck all around my cock's head.

"There," she said. "You still have something to look forward to."

She laughed then, stood, stooped to pick up her clothes, and walked out holding them under her arm, naked as a jailbird. Hopefully, Dad hadn't returned while we were oblivious to the universe.

I was stunned. I had thought I was in control, taking her to places she, and I, had never been.

A week later Mom demonstrated her power again. I had been inside her for a while, from behind as usual. We were in a slow part of our fuck, she resting her head on her arms, ass raised up to meet my slow strokes as I kneeled on the couch behind her and kept an eye on the distant highway for the approach of Dad's truck. She reached behind her ass and grabbed my shaft as I pulled out, shifting herself ahead so I fell out of her very wet pussy.

She rubbed my cock around the outside of her wet slit and twisted her face around to look back at me with an odd smile. She pulled me forward but twisted my cock up so it slipped up over her ass. She pulled it back down but stopped when the head was right on her crinkly little hole. She smiled again and tugged, trying to press it in. Belatedly realizing what she wanted, I shook my head, knowing she hadn't found pleasure in it last time, that she was doing it only for me.

Mom nodded, and pulled me again, mashing the tip of my cock against her small hole. I tried to pull back but she insisted, cocking her hips to sweeten her invitation with the most erotic, slushy rub. Still, I tried to pull away. At least, in my mind I did. I intended to, but my cock never broke contact with her ass. Almost helpless, I looked down at my mother's upturned face.

"Do it," she whispered, tugging me harder. Her breath was coming in gasps, her tummy heaving with the effort to breath. "Make me," she gasped.

She grunted as my head slipped in. I paused, still a little shocked, then started pushing against her tightness.

"Ugggghhhhh," she groaned.

I tightened my grip on her waist just above her hips and pulled her back against my invading cock, shoving forward. If that's what you want, you're going to get.

"Unngghhh," she moaned. "Unnngggh, unnnngghh, unnnggghhhh."

I was all the way in her now. My cock felt a mile long, gripped tightly as if it was in a biting dragon's mouth that was trying to snip it off at the root. I rocked forward, pressing my thighs against hers, mashing my hips against her cheeks. Shove, shove, shove.

"Euuuuuhhhhhhaaaahhh," a long, primeval moan escaped her lips. I gripped her harder, shoving further.

"Yeah," I gasped, again and again to matching moans. Slowly, I increased my pace, building and building, expecting to blast at any moment, but it didn't come and I slowed down until I was barely moving, pushing just to keep hearing the soft moans she made in response. I enjoyed the more guttural groans even more once I started thrusting harder again. Several times I repeated this and found that she seemed wilder after I slowed almost to a stop each time. I realized that my continued rooting in her was spreading a throbbing glow through her pelvis, raising the base level of her pussy's excitement. I kept it up as long as I could until finally, I couldn't slow down, I had to keep thrusting, harder and harder until I did blast my cum in her, pulling out to finish spilling on her quivering cheeks.

What an incredible woman. How could I have ever considered leaving?

Ten days later Matt returned for Christmas.

At first Mom was ecstatic, overwhelmed. But she quickly drew back as her hurt flooded back. But love is the great forgiver and within little more than a day Mom slowly began welcoming Matt back into her arms. Her motherly arms that is. There was no hint of anything more and I certainly didn't let on that there was anything going on between us.

Mom invited all our nearby relatives and for Christmas dinner and went all out. It was a huge success. Several times, Mom and the other women came out of the kitchen to join the rest of us cramming in the living and dining rooms. Each time, she went over to Matt and put her arm around his shoulder as he sat there. Each time, Matt offered her his chair but she insisted she was there for only a few minutes and had to get back to watch dinner.

But on one occasion, after refusing his offer, she sat on his lap. No one paid any mind, except me. I watched closely and was probably the only one to see Matt suddenly seem uncomfortable, saw him glance quickly around to see if anyone was looking at them, saw him relax as he realized nobody was, except me who he couldn't see behind him. I watched as Mom's arm circled tighter around his neck and shoulders, watched as she seemed to squirm for a more comfortable position, watched as Mom hugged Matt's head to her and wiggled some more. I noticed how Matt quickly picked up his drink and held it over his lap after Mom got up to return to the kitchen.

Moments later, Mom was back. She sat straight down on Matt's lap and didn't join in the animated conversation buzzing around, content to simply sit and watch, like Matt. The squirming started almost right away. Jealousy flooded through me as I watched her fingers toying with my brother's hair while she rocked her hips in tiny movements, working her cheeks around on his cock which I'm sure was poking up hard against her.

The wanton bitch! Right in front of everybody. She leaned down to whisper something. Was she talking dirty? Telling him to push up more, telling him to keep it hard for her, until later? Matt slipped his arm up and curled it loosely around her waist, and affectionate hold between mother and son except he seemed to be pressing down on her hip, pulling her to him.

Matt followed Mom when she got up this time. Neither of them looked my way as they passed by me. I followed a minute later, entering the kitchen to find it empty. I walked over to the stairs down to the basement, descending the steps quietly and continuing down the hall to the rumpus room where my covert listening had started it all so long ago.

"I've missed you so much son." The sound of kisses and smooching drifted out of the doorway along with the rustling of clothes.

"No, wait. Stop."

More kisses.

"I've missed you too, Mom. I'm so sorry I left like that."

Kiss, kiss.

"No, don't Matt. We can't."

"I just need to feel you. Just for a minute. You were driving me crazy, sitting on me like that."

More rustling clothes, and louder breathing. Kissing.

"Matt, really. We can't."

"Just for a minute. Just let me feel it against you."

"Oh, Mattie. This is crazy, it's so dangerous. There's too many people."

"We're all alone down here." More kissing, the sound of a zipper.

"Please. Matt. Wait until later. I'll come down here after everyone's asleep."

"Ok, mom." The sound of resignation. "Turn around for a minute. Just let me feel it against your bare skin."

"No, Matt."

"Please, Mom. Just a touch."

"Oh Matt. Alright but just a quick touch."

There was a bang on the wall. Mom's hand's? Matt's breathing quickened audibly.

"Oh, Mom."

"Matt don't. Leave my panties on."

"I just want to touch it to your bare skin."

"Oh, Matt. Be quick then."

More harsh breathing from Matt. More banging, hands sliding on the wall.

"Matt don't. You said you wouldn't."

"I can't help it," Matt hissed. "You teased me. I need to."

"Oh Jesus, Matt. Hurry." Mom's voice was now excited, panting.

The rustling suddenly ramped up. They were fucking. He had her against the wall and was fucking her from behind. They were grunting and gasping. It was definitely a quickie. They groaned each other's names again and again until they moaned their final release.

"I still want you tonight," Matt said over the rustle of their clothes.

"Alright," Mom answered. "After everyone's gone or asleep."

I retreated down he hallway and quickly went upstairs.

It was well after midnight when I returned. There was no need to be quiet. They couldn't possibly have heard me coming over their heavy breathing. They were naked on the floor. Matt on his back resting his head on his crossed arms, Mom straddling his hips, slowly working his cock embedded deep inside her, her body glistening with sweat in the dim light of the single table lamp.

Matt looked shocked when he noticed me standing about five feet behind Mom, watching them fuck. He tried to hold her still, to push her off. Mom turned to look at me. She smiled and turned back to Matt, resuming the movements of her hips on her oldest son.

"It's alright," she whispered, her hands pressing Matt's shoulders back to the floor as I pushed my pajama bottoms down, freeing my rock hard cock. As I lowered myself behind Mom she leaned forward and kissed Matt hard, raising her ass toward me without dislodging my brother. Carefully, I aimed my cock at the treat she had so recently offered and pushed. It was awkward but within minutes I was plugged to the hilt inside her, in tune with both of them, feeling him fuck her and knowing he could sense me doing the same. We were together again, we were one.
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Satisfied, I added Kevin's letter to my save pile and turned my attention to the monitors. What the hell was this? I backed it up and played it again.

Paul was following his mother down the hall to my father's room, carring a large tray. Mary's head turned to look at Mom's door as she passed. They both disappeared into Dad's room but Paul emerged a moment later but instead of retracing his steps to the stairway he opened the door to my mother's room, entered, and closed it behind him.

Switching monitors, I picked Paul up just inside the door, following him as he walked through the larger room toward my mother's bed. I was shocked to see Mom on the bed. She was laying with her legs splayed apart, thighs cranked back almost to her breast with her ankles tight on top of them, tied together which what appeared to be silk scarves. She was naked. A long vibrator was laying on her bare pussy and I could hear it buzzing. Paul picked it up and handed laid it in Mom's grasping fingers. It seems her hands were similiarly wrapped tightly to her ankles with more scarves. She moaned loudly when she regained control of the vibrator. Paul sat on the bed and watched as she moved it around on her pussy as best she could.

How long had this been going on? Mom was squirming, hunching her hips up, bumpng her glistening slit against the white vibrator while Paul calmly watched. Suddenly, he slapped her ass. Once, twice, three quick slaps. Mom moaned loudly while Paul resumed his quiet observation. When Mom dropped the vibrator he calmly retrieved it and fit it into her clutching fingers.

I stopped the video. I needed to see it from the beginning. How long had this been going on?
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