Incest/Taboo The Red House

Here is the rest of the Red House story - I hope it is as well received as the first part (which, if you haven't read, need to read it first). One caution - if interracial themes bother you, stop now...you're not going to like it. For the rest of you, I hope it lives up to expectations. I'm very gratified with the kind words you've showered on this story. Please let me know how you feel about this part as well, be the comments pro or con!

As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are fictional and exist solely within the confines of the story and my imagination. Enjoy!

The motel room's air conditioner had died sometime during the Bush years and the room felt like a sauna in the middle of this Mississippi August day. The dark, almost ebony skin beneath me gleamed, coated in a fine sheet of fuck sweat. I ran my tongue along a dark skinned flat belly, feeling muscles flutter just underneath. Upwards, I tongued my way around and over two small, cupcake sized breasts, nipples engorged with blood and darker than the breast around it. Small, moans of appreciation reached my ears as I closed my lips around one swollen nipple and flicked my tongue over the long, dime sized nipples. Slowly, I tongued my way upwards, pausing to kiss the slick neck. Her black skin seemed to emit the scent of cinnamon.

Finally, I slid my sweat sticky body over hers as my lips found hers and I looked into her large brown eyes. Her tongue greeted mine and lured it back into her mouth where they both writhed, her breath quickening into a moan as I felt my erect cock brush her pussy lips and slip between her longish labia, finding heat and wetness that more than equaled the heat in the room. I felt her arms and legs close around me as I thrust in, spreading her pussy flesh open to burrow into her welcoming cunt.

Her groans tore our kiss apart and I felt Tisha's hot breath before she cried out, "That's it, John – fuck me with that fine thang – give me that good cock!" I raised myself up on my arms, our sweaty bodies peeling away from each other with a loud noise. Looking down, I marveled once more at where I was and what I was doing.

I had my cock buried to the hilt in the sweet, tight pussy of Mississippi Corrections Officer Latisha – Tisha to her friends – Wilkins. Tisha was the head guard at the prison where my mother had been imprisoned for over twenty years for murdering my abusive father. I had been adopted and had only in the last year become reacquainted with Momma...reacquainted being a mild way to put it – after visiting Momma several times, I'd spent an incestuous weekend of fucking Momma a little over a month ago after we'd arranged a conjugal visit.

Part of me felt a bit dishonest fucking Tisha. I was head over heels in love with my mother – she and I had touched each other in a way neither expected, but had embraced and despite obstacles planned to spend the rest of our lives together, yet here I was fucking the woman who had the power of life and death over her. Part of me was aroused like never before, making hot love to this African-American woman. Me, raised in a Midwest town with virtually no black population, who had never been with a black woman before. Part of me knew that skin didn't matter –a woman is a woman, but part of me felt like I was breaking another taboo and as I had discovered fucking my mother, breaking sexual taboos was exciting as nothing else is.

I felt Tisha roll her hips and I moved into sync with her, thrusting in and out of her clinging pussy to meet her movements, our bodies slapping loudly together. "God yes, boy – fuck me hard," Tisha purred, her fingers scraping over my chest, flicking my pebbled nipples as we moved, fucking each other with more effort with each thrust.

"Yes, ma'am," I said, sounding like Momma being subservient to her guards. Remaining raised on one hand, I slid one hand down her smooth, slick body, trailing fingers down her thigh till I could slip under her knee and drew it up, thrusting deep as I raised her leg and draped it over my shoulder. Switching hands, I repeated the process, almost rolling the short, slender woman up in a ball as her left leg dropped onto my shoulder and I leaned forward, sliding my erect penis a fraction deeper into her juicy pussy.

"You want it hard, Tisha? Here you go!" Tisha let out with a scream as I suddenly began trip hammering my cock into her welcoming pussy. The dark skinned woman quivered as I slammed cock to her, making her babble with a string of nonsense words, tinged with a Mississippi Delta accent. I slipped my arms under hers, fingers sliding across her back to pull her more tightly to me, my fingers passing over several rough, bumpy patches.

Her ankles tightened against my head as she crossed her feet, trying to tighten her grip on my long cock and using me for leverage to push her pelvis up to meet each stroke. Our bodies slapped wetly together as we came together – the room becoming thick with the aroma of our fucking. Sweat, pheromones, wet pussy filled the room, making our nostrils flare hungrily as we moved closer and closer to climax.

I felt my orgasm racing through my body, surging up my penis, swelling my cock head, her slick, silky and hot flesh tightening around my cock, bringing my orgasm to the brink. With a roar, I shoved my cock hard and deep into Tisha's womb, flooding it with steaming semen.

Tisha's body seized up under me, a soulful wail erupting from her lips as her arms clawed my skin and her legs quivered and clenched against my shoulders and head. A deluge of fiery cunt cream coated my pulsating cock as Tisha joined me in orgasm, sobbing, "Fuck, fuck, f-fuck, fuck," over and over again. She finally flung her legs wide, waving them in the air as her toes clenched in the throes of orgasmic pleasure, only to let them fall widespread as my ejaculations began to ebb.

Finally, I slipped off of the black woman to lie panting at her side, her chest heaving making her small, mature breasts shake as they rose and fell. "Damnation, John. I know why your momma loves your cock so much." She reached out and stroked her fingers across my chest and said, "I hope you got enough in you to do that again in a bit."

I actually blushed under her praise and said, "You're too sexy for me not to get it up again. Next to Momma, you're the best love I've ever known."

Tisha giggled and said, "I bet I'm your first taste of brown sugar, ain't I?" She rolled over and kissed me, her tongue snaking sexily around mine. I felt my face burning and our kiss dissolved as Tisha again giggled and said, "I'll be damned...I am!" She moved to climb on top of me, her still sweaty body sliding easily over my slick body, stretching out so that her shaved pussy, now oozing my seed nestled against my lower stomach. She kissed me again and then said softly, "Well for a white boy, you can fuck this black pussy any time.

We spent a time just cuddling and basking in the glow of good sex, hands continuing to explore each other's body. Finally, I fetched us a couple of beers from a cooler I'd brought with me and handed her one. "So, any luck on helping Momma?" I asked.

Tisha nodded and hopped off the motel bed, striding across the room while I admired her slender body. Tisha was thirty-five years old, and stood about 5 foot, three inches and maybe weighed one hundred and fifteen pounds. Her body was toned with well defined muscles in her arms and legs and a flat stomach. Her small and still perky breasts were capped with long nipples the diameter of dimes and between her legs her pussy was clean shaven, her dark flesh contrasting excitedly with her glistening pink inner flesh.

Tisha bent over a huge shoulder bag, flashing her well fucked pussy, spotted with whitish blobs of my semen at me from beneath firm and trim hips. She pulled a thick folder out of the bag and returned to bed, dropping the file on my chest as she stretched out beside me. "Got me a special friend works in the Sherriff's office in your granddaddy's county. He might be a high and mighty congressman now, but he has them always updating Carlie's file." She rubbed my arm and continued, "This here is a copy you can keep – it's got everything they had on her case and even her behavior reports from prison."

I leafed through the file, pausing when I came to some graphic photos of my father lying on a blood-soaked sofa, dead from Momma emptying an entire clip from a Glock automatic pistol into his sleeping body. I felt nothing for him as I studied the harsh photos. Nothing turned to hate as I found next pictures of Momma, one side of her face one massive bruise with the eye swollen closed and the other eye blackened. A head to toe shot of Momma naked, bruises covering over half of her body. Attached to that were hospital reports that provided a history of several years of violent and savage abuse.

"This is what they had suppressed at her trial," I said.

Tisha nodded and said, "My friend says they confiscated the hospital's official reports – they don't exist outside Garrett's file." Her fingers teased my forearm. "Well, there and the copy you got in your hand."

Some memory or nugget of fact tickled my brain and I murmured, "I don't think a photocopy is admissible in court."

Tisha shrugged and said, "Maybe not, but hell, at least you got the whole picture."

I sighed as I kept flipping through the file. Prison reports indicated a couple of rough years early on and then nothing but good behavior. I noticed Tisha's signature beginning to appear. I looked up at her with a questioning look.

The black woman smiled back and said, "Yeah, it was about ten years ago when I hired on at the prison. I already knew I was bi, but when I saw your momma, I about wet myself. I had me a real schoolgirl crush on her and well...we, you know..."

"You two just worked things out," I finished.

Tisha grinned evilly at me and said, "That's right. We've had our loving moments and I've tried to help her when I can. You can see I wrote her up a lot for good commendations...that sort of thing usually helps push a parole along quicker, but the parole board ain't never seen those and besides, they walk in ready to obey your granddaddy's orders."

I paused to look at copies of Parole Hearing reports – each stamped with 'REJECTED' dated two and four years ago. Cause was listed as "Showing no sign of rehabilitation."

Tisha sneered and said, "No sign of rehabilitation my ass. Carlie's been a model prisoner for more years than I can count and even got her G.E.D. bout three years ago."

I looked up in surprise. Tisha nodded and said. "Used to brag about you from your adopted momma's letters that she could barely read. She decided if ever you wrote something, she wanted to be able to read it. She might sound like an illiterate cracker, but she ain't really."

I shook my head, both awed and touched. Part of me ached for all the years I'd gone without knowing Momma. In a husky tone, I said, "Thank you for helping her...for helping us."

Tisha laughed and said, "Well, we worked ourselves out an arrangement is all. In prison, ain't nothing comes free. I treat your momma good and she and her sweet tongue been pleasing me for years. I help you and you and that fine white boy dick be pleasing me as well." Tisha rolled over and sat up beside the bed, stretching her arms high, the muscles in her back cording and swelling. "Besides, Carlie got a fucking raw deal. Maybe you understand it and maybe you don't, but a woman knows when her own has been screwed over. I know."

In the dim light of the motel room, I could see the round scar marks on Tisha's back – six or seven of them, looking to be the diameter of maybe a lit cigarette. I reached out and ran my fingers over them, finally letting my hand rest on her shoulder and gently draw her back. "Well, maybe part of this is an exchange of favors," I began, pushing Tisha onto her back. "But, not all of it – this is just me wanting to please a beautiful woman." I moved to climb between her legs, my cock rapidly growing as I looked down at the African American woman below me, her legs spreading wide to give me access.

Tisha grinned evilly and replied, "Sheeeit, John! You are a smooth talking motherfucker. This how you seduced your momma?" She held out her arms, beckoning. "How about you pretend I'm your momma...maybe give me a load of spunk I'll deliver to her in person."

My cock jerked and throbbed at her words as I instantly understood the implications. With a growl I was on top of her, sliding my body along hers, our slightly dried skin feeling tacky – tugging at each other as I moved. Her pussy was hot and wet and ready, though, welcoming my stiff penis between her slick labia and then hungrily enveloping it in folds of flesh satiny soft and so, so wet.

Tisha squealed with pleasure as I thrust my hardness into her, her pelvis flinging up to meet my cock and I quickly was buried in her pussy to the root. She shivered as my wiry pubic hair scraped against and tickled the bare skin of her vulva. Her arms wrapped around my neck and pulled my head down so our lips met in a passionate kiss. Her tongue, long and thick slipped into my mouth and she almost purred as I sucked on it. She teased my tongue into her mouth and returned the favor, her full lips sucking furiously on my tongue before we began dancing them together, replicating the greater dance of lust our bodies were engaged in.

I felt her heartbeat quicken as we fucked, mirrored by the pulse of her blood engorged nipples, rubbery hard tips scraping across my chest. Her fingers intertwined in my hair, yanking on my locks to keep my mouth on hers as we came together again and again, the sweet delicious friction of my cock moving in and out of her clasping cunt. Tisha rolled her hips and pressed her clitoris more firmly against my thrusting cock and was instantly reward with orgasmic sensations that quickly had her writhing in ecstasy while I fucked her on and on.

She broke our kiss so she could throw back her head and cry out – hands now clawing down my back as she flung her hips upward trying to get more of me in her. Sweat poured off my body to splatter on her face and chest, joining the rivulets of perspiration flowing across her dark skin. Our bodies made wet, slapping noises as we fucked as did our joined cock and cunt – a wet squishing noise as she seemed to almost be spraying pussy juices, coating my erection with her steaming juices and the rest escaping with each movement of our lovemaking.

As her orgasm began to fade, Tisha began urging me to follow. "Cum in me, boy. Cum in me for your momma!" She squirmed underneath me, working her pussy muscles to milk my cock. "Give me a big load so your momma will get to eat a big ol' gooey mess of her son's cum!"

I began to thrust harder – her words creating images that brought me closer. Tisha recognized that and continued to spur me on. "Yeah, that's it...give me that big dick, give me that hot spunk so your momma can get down on her knees and eat your sperm from Tisha's pussy!" Her words were arousing her as well and combined with my now frantic thrusts, Tisha slipped into another orgasm and then I felt my resistance crumble and I shoved my cock in deep, grinding my crotch against her bald pussy and emptied another load of thick and creamy semen into her snatch, seeing in my mind's eye, Momma squatting in front of the prison guard, a long streamer of my jism strung from Momma's lips to Tisha's spread and gooey labia.

We cuddled for several minutes and then Tisha's wristwatch began to beep and she said, "I got to go." She separated from me, looking back at me lovingly as I sprawled on the bed, her eyes traveling down my body only to pause at my semi-erect and cum covered cock. She licked her lips and said, "Well, maybe I can give your Momma a kiss from you too and she leaned over and took me in her mouth, making it my turn to writhe in pleasure as she sucked and licked my sensitive cock clean of my semen and her pussy cream.

Tisha then quickly dressed, patting the crotch of her panties while saying, "An hour from now, your momma and me will be having a little counseling session. I hope she enjoys the surprise creamy filling."

I pulled on my pants and followed the now uniformed black woman to the door. "How's Momma doing," I asked.

Tisha shrugged and said, "She's hanging on, John. Being with you is a blessing and a curse." When I frowned at her response, she reached up and patted my face. "Oh now, don't fret. You and your momma becoming lovers, why, it's gave Carlie a new lease on life, but not being with you all the time, it's made prison life seem even more awful than it already is."

"Tell her I love her," I said.

Tisha nodded and leaned up and gave me a quick kiss on the mouth. "Boy, she already knows that." She gave me a big smile. "But I'll tell her anyway. And I'll tell you'll see her in two weeks." And then she was gone, roaring away in a small jeep.

I got my stuff together, carefully packing away the file Tisha had given me and began the drive back home, my mind racing the whole way. So much had happened and although it had happened pretty fast, it also seemed to be happening painfully slow. It had only been two weeks since Momma and I had finally become lovers while on a conjugal visit in one of the Women's prison's 'Red Houses' after which the prison guard Tisha who was Momma's lover, offered to help me find a way to help Momma go free in exchange for sexual favors.

Although part of me felt I was betraying Momma's love for me, part of me was aroused by this African American woman and all of me yearned to break my mother free of her awful life. Tisha had said she would call me and last night she finally had, having me meet her at a run-down motel today for a romp and to begin the process of getting Momma free. I physically ached for Momma – my nights were restless and what little sleep I'd had was filled with erotic dreams of my full bodied mother – carnal images of me on her, in her, the two of us locked in incestuous lovemaking, always on the verge of cumming.

Over the next few days, I poured over Momma's file, looking for that one 'AH HAH' document that would set into motion her freedom. I made subtle inquiries at the university, seeking to find a good legal mind to help me find a solution. Every answer I got back pointed to one professor of law – a locally well known champion of liberal causes who unfortunately was off on a tour of speaking engagements and wouldn't be back into early fall.

Still, between my graduate studies and trying to find a way to bring Momma home, my days were busy and filled. Alas, once I went to bed, it was a different scene. I tossed and turned, tormented by images of my mother, her short mahogany hair framing her lovely face with those brilliant blue eyes. Momma's legs and thighs were shapely and toned, probably from working all day long on her feet, but she was thicker on top with a full waist and incredibly huge breasts. While on the conjugal visit in the Red House, I'd snuck a peek at her industrial strength prison issue bra and a tag revealed that Momma was sporting a pair of meaty 48DD breasts, incredibly massive tits that sloped and gently sagged against her chest like huge gourds.

Most haunting of all was Momma's pussy, that ripe, flesh partially concealed by a thick, almost unruly bush of black hair. The unique touch of Momma's aroused flesh had made me feel as no other woman could. To sink my erect flesh into her steaming cunt was to both return home to the most wonderful place on Earth and to touch the face of all that was holy. Pleasure with all other women paled compared to the incestuous ecstasy making love to my mother gave me. Making love to Tisha was a close second, but even then I knew it was because of the link she represented between Momma and me.

Nights were almost endless as I was tormented by that I could not have...my Momma. Masturbating was a poor substitute, but gave me enough relief to sink into incestuous dreams of a life where Momma and I were free to live our lives beyond the walls of her prison.

Finally, visitor's day arrived and I eagerly made the trip across Mississippi, cotton and bean fields lush in the sweltering summer heat. I was passed through security and was escorted to the picnic area to await Momma along with other visitors. I sat on top of a picnic table, gazing longingly at the row of Red Houses a few hundred feet away. There was movement in and around them as families and spouses prepared for their loved ones to join them. My cock, already semi-erect at the prospect of seeing Momma, throbbed at the memory of our time at the Red House.

A bell rang shrilly and I turned to see a gate open and a group of women in prison khaki rush through, spreading out across the visitor's yard towards family. Momma emerged from the small crowd of women and I found myself on my feet and rushing forward as she moved from a walk to a fast trot herself. Our bodies collided in a flurry of arms wrapping around each other and lips pressed together, her badly missed breasts pillowing against my chest as her tongue greeted mine as we wordlessly conveyed our love and how much we'd missed each other.

We kissed for a long time, tongues dancing as one until Tisha's voice echoed in our ears, "Give it a rest, Carlie – y'all go have a seat somewheres." We both sheepishly stepped back, Momma staring down at the obvious bulge in my slacks while I stared hungrily at her nipples poking prominently against the blouse of her dress. I belatedly realized that Momma was braless. We both spared a glance at Tisha who was strolling away with a bemused look on her face.

Looking back at each other, I took Momma's hands in mine and said, "God, I love you, Momma and I missed you so much."

Tears ran down Momma's face as she nodded and said, "I love you too, honey. You're all I ever think about now." She pulled me close and kissed me again, her tongue licking my lips before she finished. She smiled at me almost shyly as I led her by the hand to the farthest picnic table away from the scrutiny of the guards.

As we walked hand in hand, we passed by a picnic table where another woman prisoner sat with an elderly woman and a young boy. Mother and son were using crayons on a coloring book. The woman looked up, pushing back long, stringy, blonde hair out of her face with an arm covered with blue tattoos. She smiled at us and said, "Well, don't you two make a purty picture of lovers." She winked at us and said, "It warms my heart to see a mother and son so close!"

We both grinned and Momma blushed as she said, "Oh shut up, Ettie."

Ettie laughed and called to me as we moved on. "You made her a happy woman, boy. She be calling out your name all night long in her cell. Sometimes, she screams it!"

Momma tightened her grip on my hand and glanced over at me. "I get awfully lonely at night, son," she said and then grinning at me, said, "And horny!"

I leaned over and gave her a quick kiss. "You're not the only one, Momma."

We reached our picnic table and set down straddling the far bench, facing each other. We sat quietly for a moment before Momma said, "I got your sweet gift, son." I must have look puzzled for a moment because Momma extended her tongue and waved it lasciviously.

"My pleasure, Momma. I – I hope you don't mind Tisha and I..."

Momma leaned over and caressed my face, no emotion on her face except that of mother and incestuous love. "Hell no, John. That aint cheating. It's almost like Tisha's bringing us together in a way." Momma smacked her lips. "And it tastes good too!"

I shivered as an image of Momma's face, bobbing between Tisha's thighs appeared in my head. I could see Momma raise her head up and look at me, fresh semen and Tisha's cunt juices coating her lips and chin. Momma beamed at me as if she knew exactly what I was thinking.

I spent a few minutes catching Momma up on what little progress I'd made with Tisha's help – not able to share anything that generated any real hope. Momma looked glum and she sighed. "I don't know how we can best your granddaddy. He's one evil motherfucker."

I leaned towards Momma and placed one hand on her exposed leg, just above the knee. "That old man is a rat bastard son of a bitch, Momma. I'm a motherfucker...in fact I'm your motherfucker."

My mother grinned and said, "Yes, you are, son! In fact..." She slowly pulled the hem of her prison dress up, revealing her luscious, white thighs. "Maybe my son'd like to see how much his momma loves him too."

We glanced around and I slid my hand up her thigh, Momma dropping her skirt back to conceal it. I scooted a little closer and then my eyes went wide as my fingers brushed damp pubic hair. "No panties, Momma?" I said in a suddenly hoarse voice.

Momma licked her lips and said in a sinfully sexy little girl's voice, "Officer Tisha said I be a nasty girl and she confiscated my undies!" My fingers pressed on, finding wet flesh that yielded to pressure, allowing me to swiftly slide two fingers into Momma's searing wet pussy. Momma closed her eyes and sighed softly. "Am I nasty, son?"

We both leaned our heads in until our foreheads met and as I began to twist and turn my fingers about inside Momma's cunt. "Nasty and beautiful and sexy and I love you this way."

Momma's hand skittered across the table to find mine, our fingers intertwining – her touch a guide to what she liked best as I fingered her pussy. Her succulent cunt flesh tried to cling to my probing fingers, contracting as I wormed them in and out of her cunt, my fingers quickly becoming coated with her juices.

The smell of aroused pussy began to surround us as Momma panted and squirmed on the bench, hunching herself discretely against my probing fingers. Her breasts partially revealed as she leaned against me, heaved as pleasure grew inside her. "Oh, John, I love you," she hissed as I rotated my fingers and slid them up inside the wall of her cunt, her moans guiding me to her G-spot.

"Oh fuckkkkk!" she yelped, her hand digging into mine as she came in a sudden swift and heavy flood of juices, splattering across my fingers and hand and spraying the bench between us. For a few minutes I kept Momma squirming in the grip of ecstasy, before it became too much and she reached down and tried to tug my fingers out of her.

I resisted, waggling my fingers inside her, making her gulp for air and struggle not to scream. "Are you sure, Momma?" I said, teasingly.

Momma hung there, her whole world momentarily centered on my pleasuring fingers, cunt cream gushing from her pulsating twat. She raised her head and looked at me with pleading eyes. She tried to grin, but bit her lower lip until she was able to stammer. "Have to s-stop, s-son or e-everyone here's gonna know!"

I leaned in and kissed Momma on the lips, muffling her moans as I slowly slid my fingers from her pussy, labia clutching hungrily at my thickly coated fingers. After breaking the kiss, I took a quick glance around while Momma leaned her head against my chest. Her dark hair was matted with sweat and her body quivered as I teasingly brushed her vulva with my fingers. Nobody seemed to really be paying us attention, although Ettie looked up from her child and gave me a knowing grin.

Momma finally gave a big sigh and slowly raised her head. "That was fucking something," she gasped. "If we was by ourselves..." She shook her head and grinned at me.

I raised my cum coated fingers, showing Momma her cunt cream layered thickly on my index and middle finger. "If we were alone, I'd be licking more than this," I said before licking my index finger like a lollipop, my cock throbbing in my slacks as I savored the strong and salty-sweet taste of her juices.

I started to lick my middle finger, but Momma's hand shot out and took me by the wrist. Looking coyly at me, Momma drew my cum covered finger to her lips, saying, "If we was alone, I'd be licking something bigger than this," before slowly sucking my finger into her mouth, her tongue lapping up her own juices while looking at me with her lovely blue eyes.

Releasing my finger from her lips, Momma leaned forward and we kissed again, sharing her own tastes with me for several long moments as our tongues made love. When the kiss ended, we both gave a long, needful sigh. "I want you so bad," Momma breathed.

"Soon, Momma. We get a weekend next month," I said, trying to make Momma feel better, although my heart was wrenched at the thought of another month passing before I could make love to my mother.

"Okay, you lovebirds, time to break this up." We both looked up to see Tisha standing there with a clipboard in her hands. "I see that Carlie, you requested another conjugal visit that's approved for four weeks from now in September." Momma and I glanced at each other curiously. We already knew this.

Tisha smiled at us and said, "As part of the program aimed at a successful parole release, we like to hold a few counseling sessions with the convicted prisoner and their family." She threw us a wink and said, "It's counseling time." She pointed at Momma and then to another female guard standing near the prisoner entrance. "Carlie, go with Officer Sanchez and I'll escort your son through civilian country and we'll meet in my office."

Momma's eyes were wide with surprise and I realized that neither of us had expected this. She blew me a kiss and marched off towards the other guard. Tisha cocked a thumb back over her shoulder. "Boy, come with me." Without saying a word, I climbed up and followed her, pausing only a second to admire the puddle of cunt cream Momma had left behind on the bench.

We passed back through the visitor's entrance and Tisha led me through another gate I recognized from visits inside. From there, we traveled through a seemingly endless labyrinth of stairs and corridors with offices scattered here and there, occasionally pausing to be let through a metal mesh door, guards nodding respectfully to Tisha as she passed and gazing at me with suspicious stares that I imagined were for anyone not wearing their uniform.

Finally we paused before a solid wood door that read "Latisha Wilkins, Head of Facility Security, Licensed Penal Counselor." She produced a set of keys and unlocked the door and let us in. Inside, the room was spartanly furnished – a large wood desk, a few file cabinets, a small cushioned chair and a worn loveseat, both facing the desk. A threadbare, orange carpet covered the floor. A window had a clear view of a bean field in the distance where a few prisoners slowly worked. Tisha moved to sit behind the desk and pointed me towards the love seat.

I started to speak, but there was a knock at the door and Tisha was on her feet and barking, "Come." The door opened and Momma came through, the female officer behind her. Tisha nodded and glanced at her watch. "Get a cup of coffee, be back in forty-five minutes, Carmelita."

The woman replied in the affirmative and left as Tisha shut the door and turned the deadbolt. Leaning back against the door, Tisha stared calmly at us, an amused smile playing across her lips. Momma stood stock still next to the desk, glancing back and forth from me to Tisha, uncertainty etched on her face."

After a minute, Tisha laughed and said, "Now shit, girl. You know I had my reasons to tell you no panties or bra." She glanced at me and said, "I done cleaned my desk of breakables and y'all have about forty-three minutes for counseling. I suggest you get to it!"

Comprehension dawned at once and I was on my feet and across the room, wrapping my arms around Momma, squelching her cry of understanding with a hard, passionate kiss, my tongue lashing into her mouth to capture hers. The desk creaked as she fell against it, stopping as she half leaned, half sat on the wooden top. Kissing was immediately joined by frantic pawing at each others clothing, my fingers clumsily unbuttoning her dress while she struggled to undo my belt.

Momma had just managed to shove my pants down around my ankles when I got the last button undone on her prison dress. I pulled the khaki fabric apart, revealing her heaving and massive tits and with a growl, I ducked my head to Momma's chest, closing my lips around a thick and swollen nipple as Momma keened with delight. Behind me, Tisha chuckled and said, "Now you two feel free to fuck up a storm, but keep it quiet."

Momma's nipple pulsed wildly between my lips, responding to my tongue's flickering movement by swelling to the point of bursting. My hands went to Momma's waist and moved down, one hand cupping her asscheek and the other palming her cunt, labia already spread and still dripping with her juices. I gave Momma's nipple a quick nip and kissed my way up to nuzzle and suck on her neck while she finished pushing my shorts down. Her legs straddled me and leaning back on the desk, she brought them up to scissor behind me while my erection rubbed against her lower belly.

Momma's hands framed my face and staring into my eyes to convey her needs, my mother said pleadingly, "I need your cock, son! Fuck me now." She kissed me and our tongues resumed their passionate duel as our bodies hunched together, skin rubbing skin until Momma reached down with one hand and guided my long and hard penis to her cunt.

I bent my knees and then thrust upwards and Momma cried into our kiss, her body clenching as her already pleasured pussy was filled with incestuous cock! Momma's legs tightened against my butt, pulling me to her, a tremor rippling through her as I slid my throbbing penis into her hot, welcoming cunt. We moaned into each other's mouths as the delicious and sinful sensation of incest swept over us. The desk creaked with each thrust I made, apparently bolted to the floor.

I opened my eyes to see Momma staring back at me, her intense blue eyes glazed with love and lust as we fucked. Her body was warm and slick against mine, the scant air conditioning doing little to mute the heat our lovemaking was producing. Momma's breasts rolled and slid against my sweaty chest, thick, engorged nipples scraping deliciously against my skin, pulsing with arousal in time with each thrust of my cock deep inside my mother's womb.

Momma's pussy, already extremely sensitive due to my fingering, quickly took Momma to another orgasm and as she enveloped my long, hard shaft in her molten juices, I could not hang on any longer and yielded to the need to cum inside my beloved mother. I stood on tiptoe as I rammed up into her one last time, pressing the head of my cock into her cervix and flooding her womb with jets of searing semen." Momma's orgasm expanded with the sensation of my seed inside her and her body bucked against mine, her heels drumming against my ass cheeks and her leg muscles bulging with exertion.

Our kiss finally ended as Momma pulled back her head to take a great breath of fresh air. As she started to exhale with a large moan, Tisha was suddenly there and kissed Momma as one dark skinned hand cupped her meaty breast, fingers closing to pinch fiercely around a swollen nipple. Momma's body convulsed with pleasure, her hips grinding mindlessly against my crotch, seeking to get me further inside her and heighten her pleasure even more. I leaned in and wrapped my mouth around her other nipple, making her squeal even more against Tisha's lips.

We remained joined like this for what seemed a sweet eternity before finally, I began to soften and eased myself from Momma's cunt, cock semi-erect and dripping with our mingled cum. I staggered awkwardly back until I could collapse on the love seat while Momma and Tisha continued to kiss, tongues sliding back and forth. The black woman worked her way around the desk, her hands groping and massaging Momma's huge breasts. When they parted, Momma leaned on the desk, her legs trembling with effort while Tisha looked at Momma with open desire. My mother looked like a figure from an erotic painting, her lush figure glistening with fuck sweat, clothes barely hanging on – her heavy breasts, full stomach and sperm spattered bush emphasizing her raw and undeniable sexuality.

Momma smiled at Tisha and then found me, her eyes roaming hungrily over my mostly naked form and finally settling on the image of my still half erect penis, sperm and pussy juice coating the head and shaft. With a grunt, she pushed herself off the desk and walked slowly towards me and then fell to her knees before me and threw herself against my crotch, her face getting smeared by my still wet cock before she took it into her mouth and began to suck me clean.

I groaned with pleasure, my hips twisting against the cushion as Momma's talented tongue rolled over my still very sensitive flesh, lapping up her pussy juices and clumps of semen like a starving woman. My hands reached out and I slid my fingers through her short, dark hair, urging her on, willing her to not let my cock slip from her talented mouth.

Behind her, Tisha went to her knees, flipping Momma's loose dress away to reveal her lush, full hips. As I watched, Tisha grinned at me and then with her hands spreading Momma's ass cheeks, she pressed her face into Momma from behind. My mother's lips involuntarily contracted around my cock, her tongue stiffening as the black female guard tongued Momma's pussy from behind. Momma recovered and renewed her oral loving of my quivering penis which was struggling to revive itself in Momma's wet and hungry mouth.

The smell of pussy and semen was thick in the air and my cock, again stiff was pleasured by Momma's lips and tongue. I thought I would explode prematurely at one point as Tisha rose up from Momma's pussy, her dark skinned face frosted heavily with my whitish sperm and Momma's glistening juices. Tisha lazily rolled her long tongue over and around her lips to lap up mine and Momma's cum, before she dived back between my mother's butt cheeks to lick some more.

Momma's entire body trembled with carnal pleasure from Tisha's loving mouth while she showed me what a wonderful cocksucker she was, her tongue rolling over my swollen cock-head before running the length of my cock, deep-throating my long penis again and again as she gazed up at me adoringly. I heard a loud slapping noise and suddenly Momma was up and climbing into my lap, shrugging her unbuttoned dress off her shoulders and leaving her gloriously naked. My cock, dripping with her saliva, pointed skyward and Momma expertly aimed her wet and bloomed cunt lips for it and then slowly impaled herself onto her son's erection.

I felt weight next to me on the loveseat's cushion and turned to see Tisha closing in with me, her mouth and chin again frosted with Momma's pussy creams and my sperm. My tongue was out and she paused to let me lap at the frothy mess on her chin before kissing me and sharing the taste of Momma's and my juices all mixed up. Weight shifted again as Momma positioned her feat so she could piston up and down on my cock. I felt her sweet breath as she pressed her face to Tisha's and mine, and we all made adjustments to share tongues and the tastes we were all savoring while Momma began to bounce up and down on my cock.

Tisha withdrew, leaving the last frenetic minutes of our incestuous fuck to Momma and me, the sweat flying off my mother as she rode my cock, her massive tits flopping and bouncing all around as she rose and fell on my aching cock again and again. Momma's face was a portrait of building sexual desire and gratification, a lusty leer on her face as she moaned and panted until she was falling over into the precipice of orgasm, at which point she mashed her lips against mine and our tongues dueled as first she began to cum and then with a violent thrust upwards, I began to again fill her motherly womb with my seed.

My mother collapsed on top of me, driving my still throbbing cock a fraction deeper into her semen filled pussy and eliciting a pleasure filled moan from us both. Our kiss continued – gradually becoming calmer and more tender until finally our lips parted and we whispered sweet words of love to each other. Only when Tisha finally said in a hoarse whisper, "Time's about up – best pull yourselves together," did Momma reluctantly climb from my lap, my cock making a wet noise as it left my mother's well fucked cunt. Momma rolled over to sit naked on the loveseat next to me, her legs widespread as cum began to slowly ooze from her spread labia.

Momma gave Tisha a questioning look and the African-American woman grinned and nodded while Momma began fingering herself, drawing out fingers coated in our mixed juices and licked them off, occasionally sharing them with Tisha who would lean over and suck Momma's fingers clean. By the time, the other guard returned, Momma and I were dressed and although the room reeked of sex, the other guard showed no notice as Tisha ordered her to take Momma back to her cell after allowing my mother and I one last long kiss.

Momma's face was etched with the mixed expression of a woman well fucked and a woman in pain from being separated from loved ones. My heart ached as well – I could feel my body already yearning for her presence, her touch and her love. Tisha walked me to the visitor's exit – visiting time was over and the visitor's parking lot was empty. As we stepped outside, she handed me a file-folder and said, "Your paperwork for your next conjugal visit, boy."

As I took it, she glanced around, making sure we were not near anyone who could overhear us. "Expect a call from me to get together in a week or two. I might have a line on some good information."

I smiled and nodded. I'm looking forward to it, Tisha." I turned to go and paused. "Thanks for today. For Momma and me both, it meant the world."

Tisha laughed and said, "You keep thinking I'm doing this for you. Truth is, I was horny and I wanted to see a mother and son get it on!" She licked her lips. "And I was a might hungry today – had a hankering for some good motherfucker cum!" She laughed at her own joke, waved and headed back inside, leaving me to replay the entire erotic afternoon on my long drive back to the university.

The next month moved both agonizingly slow and incredibly fast. Slow because every moment spent without Momma seemed like an eternity – I ached for her physically and sexually or just to have her with me, her jolly, 'live life to the fullest attitude' making me laugh and inspiring me. Fast because suddenly, time seemed to be very, very short. The next time Tisha and I met, she informed me that Momma's parole hearing would be in October, so if we hoped to get Momma out any time soon, it would have to be then.

Tisha's presence at that seedy old motel in early September was a blessing in my time of need and even she seemed anxious to be with me. No sooner had she arrived at my room than we were tearing off each other's clothes, her giving me Momma's words of love between passionate kisses, our tongues whirling around each other as we became naked.

I took Tisha standing up against the door the first time, she climbing up my body and allowing me to impale her pussy with my cock, muscular legs wrapped around me as I slammed into her again and again, the black woman's hips thrusting back at me with an urgency she'd not had before, fingernails clawing at my back as she begged me to cum in her. It didn't take long – I had up a full head of steam despite masturbating almost every night since I'd last been with Momma and Tisha's fiery and tight pussy hungrily sucked at my cock, taking me deep into her womb and holding me there when my body stiffened and I began to shoot streamer after streamer of thick jism inside her sweet cunt.

In the afterglow of sex, Tisha and I sprawled out on the bed as she shared her latest finds with me. Aside from the announced parole hearing date, she had something else. Tisha handed me a folder and when I glanced at the contents, I looked up at her with surprise. "What's this? These aren't of Momma," I said, holding up a picture of a badly beaten young woman.

Tisha shook her head grimly and replied, "No, they aint. My friend in the Sheriff's office found this. Seems your daddy really liked smacking women around. You got there the names and evidence of three other young gals your daddy beat up. Nothing ever came of it – I reckon your granddaddy got it all hushed up."

I leafed through the file, pausing to look with horror at the violence inflicted on these women – appalled that I was related to such sorry sons of bitches who would do such a thing...or cover it up. "Do you think these women would testify or go public?"

Tisha shrugged and said, "I don't know. Your granddaddy has a long reach and scares a lot of folks."

Sighing, I closed the file and set it aside. I leaned over and kissed the African American woman softly. "It can't hurt. Thank you for doing this."

Tisha smiled and shrugged. "No big thing, John – it's – how do you college boys say it, 'quid pro quo.' I do for you and..." she reached out for my cock, gently stroking my sticky penis with her hand. "...and you do for me." She looked up into my eyes and said, "I've developed quite a taste for you, boy. Your momma and me get ourselves into quite the state talking about you and this fine cock."

My cock quickly hardened under Tisha's ministrations and she rolled onto her back, spreading her legs wide as she led my cock to her pussy which was flecked with my semen already. All the troubling thoughts in my head evaporated under the sudden lust I felt for this woman – lust that was only second to that I felt for my mother.

"I need your cum, boy. Put that big cock in me and give me a good fucking like you'll give your momma in a few weeks." I needed no urging and I hungrily thrust forward, burying my cock in the black woman's pussy. I moaned as her inner flesh felt so incredibly hot and wet – molten silk caressing and massaging my cock as I slowly plunged deep inside her.

Instantly, our bodies seemed covered in a sheen of perspiration – the heat of our lust combining with the sultry and humid heat of a late Mississippi summer. The smell of aroused cunt mixed with that of sperm and then with the faint aroma of cinnamon as our bodies began to move in synch, slick white skin sliding along slick black skin as if meant to be while our joined crotches rolled back and forth, coming together with the wet slapping of two bodies. I leaned in and kissed Tisha, slowly dragging my tongue over and around hers, trying to simply lose myself in the sweet sensations of making love to her.​