Incest/Taboo The Switch

"Me? Uh, yeah, I think so." I thought for a moment, then said, "No, I won't. I have to go over to Rick's."

"Oh." Dad looked at Mom. "Maybe I can swing by for a while tomorrow afternoon."

"Okay," Mom looked pleased but not convinced.

I couldn't stop thinking about that exchange all night. I became convinced that Mom and Dad were going to have an afternooner. Why else would he make sure I wouldn't be home? This was my chance to see if Dad treated Mom like he did other women. I had tried, but I couldn't remember much about the times I had heard them having sex except that they had just been a bunch of muffled sounds.
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The day dragged slowly, not long after lunch I made a big production of leaving so Mom would know I wasn`t home.

"See ya," I yelled as I left. "I may not make it home for supper. I might be quite late," I added.

There was no response from Mom. I closed the door and revved the car a couple of times before leaving. Parking the car a couple of blocks away, I returned to the house, my eyes peeled for Dad's car even though I was coming from the opposite direction from where he would come. I climbed onto the garage roof and into my room through the window. Dad's car wasn't there.

Cautiously, I listened at the barely cracked open door to my room, trying unsuccessfully to locate Mom in the house. The place was dead quiet, so I stayed where I was. I dared not move lest a floor creak give me away. Time passed. I lay down on the carpet, my head near the door. I stretched out my legs to get comfortable waiting for Dad's arrival.

My eyes opened and I jerked my head up from the carpet. Fuck. I had dozed off.

What was that? I listened intently. Nothing.

Was Dad home? I looked at the window and started to push myself up but stopped. I couldn't check without risking a telltale squeak. I got onto my knees but remained there in a crouch, ear spanning the gap between the door and the jamb. I was breathing shallowly but it was deafening in my ear.

"Mmmmm."

The affect of that faint sound on me was incredible. Every muscle tingled, especially in my scrotum. I looked down at myself and kicked myself for not getting changed earlier. How could I sneak up for a peek into Mom and Dad's room in my jeans?

"Mmmmm."

There it was again. My ears weren't playing tricks on me.

"Mmmmmm."

How had Dad managed to get in the house without me hearing? Was it part of their foreplay? Did he sneak into the house and take her like some kind of intruder? Having watched my father with another woman, it wouldn't surprise me if he played some kind of kinky game with Mom.

"Mmmmmm."

Shit, he must be eating her out. I've got to get ready. I stood up, teetered, started to grab the door for support, realized the folly of that, and took a single step sideways, thankfully managing to regain my balance without making any noise. Carefully, I made my way to the bed and quietly removed my clothes. I started taking off my shorts, then stopped, realizing that if I was caught, it wouldn't look good if I was stark naked. I made my way back to the door.

"Mmmmm."

I pulled the door open, congratulating myself on possessing the smarts to have oiled the hinges the previous night.

"Mmmmmm."

That was louder but probably because I was in the hallway. I started toward Mom's room, moving very slowly.

"Mmmmmm."

My cock was so hard it was trying to break through my shorts, painfully stretching the material up beyond the waistband. I grasped my shorts and pulled them away from my stomach, letting my cock spring free. Carefully, I let the waistband relax so it wouldn't snap noisily back and congratulated myself again for keeping my wits about me.

"Mmmmm...oh, yesss."

My chest constricted. Mom was really getting into it. I couldn't hear any other noise, so Dad couldn't be fucking her yet. I took two more steps, then paused to listen.

"Mmmmmm, nice."

Mom's appreciation was followed by a brief liquid-like squelching noise.

"Yesss."

More squelches.

My cock lurched, even though the waistband of my shorts held it tight against my stomach. I pushed my shorts down to my knees, then stooped to shove them over my feet, lifting one leg at a time. I turned and tossed them toward my door but they fell short and landed in the hallway.

Squelch, squelch, squelch.

"Ohhhh, yess."

Dad was there! He had to be eating Mom to make such squishy sounds without the concomitant noise of depressed mattress springs. He couldn't be just fingering her unless he was pushing his whole hand into cunt, like he did with Mrs. Omed. My cock oozed its special cream. Fuck, oh fuck, I had to see this! I closed the remaining distance to the door, took a deep but controlled breath, and peered inside.

Mom was lying on her bed. Alone!

She was face down, lying on a pillow but lower than before, under her stomach instead of her chest, and she wasn't reading. I couldn't see her head, just her hair, but I saw enough that I could tell she was looking to the right. I looked that way and found myself staring at the open door to the bathroom, wondering if Dad was inside. Fear of impending discovery gripped my mind but not enough to make me retreat.

Nothing happened. Dad didn't come out and I couldn't hear any noises in the bathroom. I looked back at Mom and saw that she wasn't actually looking at the bathroom. She was looking at the TV hanging on the wall beside it, watching the porn movie quietly playing on the screen. I could barely heard it from the doorway.

"Mmmmm."

I turned and faced into the doorway. Mom was wearing the same nightie, or one a lot like it, that I had seen her in before but now it was pulled up onto her back leaving her ass bare. She wasn't wearing any panties. Her legs were open, wider than before, and her behind was moving up and down, just a little. My eyes followed its movements for a minute before I noticed something between Mom's legs.

Her hand?

Yes, but something else too. Something black and shiny, glistening with moistness, appearing and then disappearing.

A dildo.

Fucking hell, Mom was doing herself with a big dildo, her ass gently moving up and down with a steady rhythm. As I watched her over the next few minutes, I noticed her thighs flexing more strongly with each passing moment and her buttocks clenching tighter with each downward thrust, pausing on the downswing for a microsecond longer each time. A very controlled, intense self-fuck.

The air was filled with a lot more "Mmmmm's" now and each one was more prolonged. Mom was getting into it, becoming hornier and hornier just like I was. I don't know when I started jacking off but suddenly became aware that I was stroking my cock and clutching my balls. I had dangerously moved several feet forward, unaware that I had done so, and was only five feet or so from the bed.

I looked at the TV. A large man wearing a medieval-looking, studded leather outfit was slowly shoving an impossibly large cock in and out of a woman dressed in a simple white dress that had fallen up her back as she hunched over on her knees. Her hands were tied behind her and the giant man held them in one hand while he slapped her ass with the other.

I looked back at Mom, suddenly conscious of the fact that if it wasn't for the muted sound from the TV, Mom could probably hear my own breathing that had become much more excited during the past few minutes.

I had to get out of here!

I started to take a step back but stopped mid-step. What was Mom wearing? There was something black around her head. I leaned forward, peering to see what it was. A mask. Mom couldn't even see what was on the TV!

I started retreating again but was still leaning forward and I stumbled, my foot falling more heavily on the floor but still barely making a sound. I don't know what gave me away, that silent footfall or my breathing, but Mom suddenly lifted her head.

Mom's ass had frozen on the up-stroke, the black dildo plainly showing, half embedded in her pussy. Her head twisted further. She would easily be able to let go of the dildo and remove the mask before I could make it to the door. I was trapped!

I was nailed to the floor, not breathing. Mom's neck showed the strain of craning around to 'look' behind her. She was listening as intently as I was desperate not to make a sound. I needed to breathe.

Please, turn away. Please Mom. It's nothing. There's nobody here. Not even Dad.

Dad? Of course. Mom was expecting Dad. All of this was in preparation for his entrance. That's why she didn't call his name. That would ruin their role-playing game. I had only one chance and I took it.

I ran toward the bed, jumped, and pounced on Mom, pinning her legs and grabbing the back of her neck, then forced her head down into the bed, controlling it the way I had seen Dad do with Mrs. Omed. Mom waited, panting heavily.

What now? I couldn't just leave. I had to do something. I couldn't fuck her. After all, she was my mother. Spying on her was one thing, actually touching her quite another, but I had to do something. I reached down and took possession of the dildo. Uncertain at first, but with more confidence, I moved it in and out of Mom's pussy, keeping my other hand on the back of her neck to immobilize her head.

After a minute or two, without any struggle from Mom and, in fact, complete acceptance, I relaxed. I let my hand slide down from Mom's neck to caress her back, following along her spine until I reached the bare skin in the small of her back. Tentatively, I moved my hand onto Mom's ass and brushed my fingers back and forth across her buttocks, eventually pausing to let my fingertips trail up her crack.

Awesome! Fucking awesome!

Mom lifted her ass in a silent request for more, of my fingertips or the dildo I didn't know, so I gave her more of both. She arched her back so I knew I had done well. I slipped my left hand up Mom's back, under the nightie, taking my fill of her bare skin. I couldn't believe that Dad could do what he did with this waiting for him at home.

I stretched my hand right through the nightie and up onto the back of Mom's neck, pinching my fingers around it in a controlling clutch. If there was a message in my touch, Mom got it because she arched her back even more and ground her uplifted ass around the dildo when I sunk it in deep. She moaned loudly.

Oh Jeez, that fucking sound almost made me come. I looked down at my hard cock waving above Mom's bare ass, at hers churning on the dildo, and pulled it out. Mom groaned, a magnificent, disappointed plea.

I stared at her gaping pussy lips, trembling before me, aching to be parted, so the cavern they protected could be filled. I put my hand on my cock and bent it toward Mom's gaping cunt.

No! She's Mom!

I let my hand slide off my cock or, more accurately, shoved it off. It collided with Mom's mewling ass. Slowly, I clenched my fingers into a fist and ground my knuckles into Mom's pussy lips. She moaned loudly again. I opened my hand, let my fingers find her lips, and slipped inside.

So wet, so deliciously wet, and warm. I had never been with a woman. I had only watched porn and felt up Margaret Wenton on a couple of dates. Were women actually supposed to be hot?

I worked my fingers in and around Mom's pussy, twisting my hand while my fingers stretched out in eager exploration. Mom's moans told me she loved what I, what 'Dad', was doing. I closed my fingers together, as if I was about to shake someone's hand, like Dad had done with Mrs. Omed, and pushed.

"Ohhoowwwwohhhhh," Mom groaned.

I stopped but when Mom didn't complain further, I pushed in again.

"Mmmmmm."

Farther.

"Ohhhhh, God."

Twist.

"Oh Jesus, oh God. Ted!"

At that moment I realized my thinking Mom was waiting for Dad was only an assumption. She might have been expecting a lover. So why did she suddenly freeze, her ass just starting to hump back for more? What was wrong? She had called Dad's name. Was that a no-no in their game? I pulled my hand back a bit but then pushed immediately back in, twisting my hand to force her love tunnel open. Mom relaxed and her ass started squirming around my hand again. She must think she was forgiven.

I had a ball for half an hour after that. I worked and teased and bludgeoned Mom's cunt with my fist. I alternately tickled and stroked her ass, back and neck, and grabbed her head forcefully, then leaned with my elbow across her lower back while I frigged her furiously with my whole hand. She went nuts. She was so desperately horny I wondered how long Dad had ignored her. She craved my hand, groaning and moaning, even wailing at the end, shouting her orgasm to the world as her pussy flooded its pent-up dam over my arm. In the end, I was leaning over a whimpering sack of quivering, moist flesh, my cock wavering hungrily above a trembling, oh so feminine ass.

I looked down at that gorgeous ass and thought, paraphrasing my father, I'm going to have me some of that.

I straddled Mom's thighs and used my feet to push her legs together.

You can't.

Ignoring my conscience, I leaned forward and pushed Mom's nightie up her back, all the way to her neck. She moved her arms above her head in compliance and I shoved the nightie up her arms but left it covering her head. I placed my hand on Mom's shoulders, paused for the briefest moment, then slipped them underneath her and grasped her tits.

What wonderful nipples! Long and hard. My fingers tweaked, rolled, pulled, stretched and tugged them this way and that. I was leaning so far forward, crouching over Mom, that my head was right above hers. I pushed myself lower and felt my cock slide between her cheeks until the tip fell between her legs, bumping against her lower lips.

I'm going to have me some of this.

I pushed into her lips.

No! She's Mom!

But wouldn't she expect Dad to fuck her? Wouldn't it be a big put-down if he didn't even want to fuck her? I had to...for Mom's sake. I had to fuck her.

I pushed inside until Mom's lips enveloped my helmet. Mom moaned at the same time as me. I started to shove it in farther, wanting to ram it all the way in to the hilt, but suddenly yanked it out instead. Mom groaned.

I leaned forward and my cock skidded up Mom's crack. I pushed it between her cheeks and started moving. There was no finesse. I went wild. I'm sure it looked like a mad man had attached himself to Mom's back. I humped and humped and humped. I can only thank the stars that I didn't cry out or mumble sweet nothings to my beautiful mother. She was so awesome, and her ass cheeks felt so wonderful, but I wanted to be inside her pussy instead.

I probably didn't last more than three or four minutes but the amount I unloaded onto Mom's ass probably would have taken my father a month to produce. I sat up and slowly gouged my cock through her cheeks, wrenching every exquisite tingle from my sore cock. Exhausted, I sat still, astride my mother, looking down at the crevice between her cheeks, filled with my cum, and wondering what to do next.

Would I have to run away? Would she look before I got to the door?

Those thought yanked my mind from the heights of elation crashing down to harsh reality. Mom had been expecting Dad. I was lucky he hadn't come home and found us but he could be here any minute! I had to get the fuck out.

I worked my way down Mom's legs until I could step backward off the bed. As soon as I backed my way to the door, I fled to my room and burst inside, then belatedly grabbed my shorts from where they had landed in the hall. Thank God I didn't forget them. I dressed quickly and climbed out the window, jumped off the garage roof, and ran to the front of the house, then to the neighbors in the direction Dad usually drove home. I had to head him off, let him know I was home so he wouldn't try to take his afternooner with Mom. If he came in a second time, she would know something was wrong. I waited for hours but Dad didn't come until dinner time.
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I was afraid to go into the house but knew I had to. I half expected to be attacked as soon as I got in the door, sure that Mom knew it had to have been me when Dad made his excuse for not getting home in the afternoon. However, everything was fine. Mom treated me the way she always did but she was more attentive than usual with Dad. I thanked my lucky stars that Dad didn't apologize about forgetting to come home and Mom didn't mention his supposed visit. All I could do was hope they didn't talk about it alone after they went to bed.

It eventually dawned on me that Mom was acting like any woman who had recently made love to her mate. She was softer, more feminine, and in a good mood, but Dad was his normal aloof self. His whole demeanor spoke volumes. This was simply where he ate and slept, but Mom acted as if something was different.

We were sitting in the living room, watching TV, when Mom asked Dad, "Are you coming home tomorrow afternoon?"

Every muscle in my body went rigid. This was it. Dad would say 'yes' and that he was sorry about not making it today. I got ready to make a run for it.

"No, maybe Thursday," Dad replied off-handedly, looking like he didn't want to be bothered.

Mom smiled and left it at that.

That night, I struggled with the fact that I had almost fucked my mother. The only saving grace was that, in the end, I had come to my senses. Still, I had spewed my spunk all over her ass and I couldn't forgive myself completely, at least, not that easily. I swore that it would never happen again. I was lucky to have gotten away with it, and luckier still that I hadn't actually gone all the way. I would take that luck to the bank and never be bad again.

Within the hour, my hand had found my cock and my mind filled with visions of Mom, blindfolded, waving her ass under my nose, begging to be taken.
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I had been sitting in place for almost an hour before Mrs. Omed came to the back, got her coat, and returned into the store. I heard her saying goodbye to 'Mr. Horlock'. Obviously, others were still in the store. Several more goodnights followed before the outer lights dimmed. Shit, they were all going home. I had hoped to see another session between Dad and Mrs. Omed. I thought maybe she might give him her ass tonight but she had been the first one to leave.

Footsteps and voices approached. The domineering was my father, the pleading one I didn't recognize. Dad burst through the curtain and strode into his office, followed by a woman in maybe her late twenties. She was blonde, slim and attractive.

"Please, Mr. Horlock. I need this job."

Dad had seated himself and was looking at some papers on his desk. He waved off-handedly at the young woman to signal he didn't want to hear anymore.

"I don't know why Mrs. Omed said that. I sometimes forget about the accessories but I know I can do better. I can sell more. Please, Mr. Horlock, my little boy..."

Ahhh, it was one of the single moms. Dad swiveled around in his chair.

"What about your son?"

The woman looked crestfallen, visibly shrinking in front of my father.

"He's in little league now and I won't be able to afford, I mean, if I lose my job, how will I be able to pay..."

Dad stood up.

"All right now."

He put his arms around the sobbing woman and pulled her close, patting her on the back.

"Nobody's going to lose their job...yet."

The sniffling woman pulled her head back to look at my father.

"No?"

Dad pulled her close again. "No," he said, patting her back.

The woman sobbed, then spread her arms and curled them around Dad in a big hug.

"Oh, Mr. Horlock, you don't know how..."

Her voice abruptly cut off as Dad's hands slid down from her shoulder blades to her waist and then farther, onto her supple buttocks.​