Incest/Taboo Twins Score

"Well, Jason must have been convincing, because Maggie hinted that some of the other cheerleaders were also in on it, and looking forward to their turn with you."

"You have to believe me," he pleaded, "I don't know how Jason pulled it off, but I'll find out."

"Okay, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt, for now, but it better be the fucking truth."

"So, we're on for tonight? Can I pick you up in my new car? And, I promise, I'll get the full story from Jason and tell you everything."

"Okay, and you better not leave anything out. By the way, now you've got me wondering about Jason and your mom."

"What?" he asked, exasperated.

"You didn't see them last night, on the sidelines, together for the whole game. And their performance on the field, that was pretty close quarters inside that costume."

"Jeez," he said shaking his head, "now you're just being paranoid. Was Elvis with them?"

Back from the spa, Shirley was totally relaxed, and ready to deal with Jason. It helped that John had left her satisfied this morning, hell, more than satisfied. No longer horny, she felt capable of tamping down Jason's raging desire for her.

Walking into the kitchen, she was surprised that he wasn't around. Based on the opening she left for him yesterday, she expected one horny teenager, anxiously waiting for her return.

"Jason," she shouted upstairs, "I'm home."

"Be right down Mom."

She was emptying the dishwasher when he walked into the kitchen. "How was the spa?" he asked.

"Very relaxing," she replied, "that was just what I needed."

"Great, is there anything you need help with?"

"No," she said, curious about his cavalier attitude. "What are your plans for today?"

"Nothing much, I was just catching up on my homework."

"Good, well, don't let me keep you, I'm just going to finish up here in the kitchen."

With that, he bounded upstairs.

What the fuck? Relieved that she didn't have to confront him and dash his expectations, she was troubled by his sudden lack of interest in her. Had she just been jilted by her own son? Her relief quickly turned to curiosity. Why had he suddenly lost interest in her?

She shook it off and headed upstairs to make up their bedroom. On a whim, she grabbed a fresh set of red satin sheets and stripped the bed.

She was about to drop the soiled of sheets in the hamper when she caught a whiff of the remnants of her morning with John. In the blink of an eye, she was horny, again.

She finished making the bed while replaying her morning with John, smoothing out the red sheets, aroused by their silky texture. A few moments ago she was determined to put an end to what was happening with Jason, but now, she felt her resolve melting away.

She stripped off the bulky sweats hiding her figure. Next came her bra and panties. She looked in the mirror and admired the results of the spa treatment. Radiant, that's what came to mind. Cupping her breasts, she tugged at her hard nipples, pleased with the way they protruded from her large areola. She brushed a hand over her muff, raising the nap of her curly red pubes.

There was something about her unruly red thatch that drove John wild. Would it have the same effect on Jason? She wrapped herself in a short robe and went to look for him.

His bedroom door was slightly ajar when she approached, so she walked in. He was on his bed, stroking his cock with a tiny black thong hanging from his mouth. "So, this is why you've lost interest in me?"

Looking at his mom, he turned beet red. Flustered, he said, "Mom... No, I haven't lost... You should have knocked."

"Easy big boy," she said with a grin, "You're not in trouble. Where did you get the thong?" And that big cock. She knew he was big from yesterday, but actually seeing it took her breath away.

"Mom, this isn't fair. What would you have done if I walked in on you and Dad this morning?"

"What do you mean? What about this morning?"

"I heard you two, going at it."

"Fair enough," she said, "are you going to tell me about the thong?"

"Are you going to tell me about you and Dad this morning?" he asked, defiantly.

She hesitated, giving him a moment to cool off. "It depends, on what you have to offer. Is it hot?"

Forgetting about getting caught, he couldn't wait to tell her. "Mom, you're not going to believe it. Maggie came over after you left for the spa."

"Maggie, the cheerleader?"

"Uh huh, she was looking for Justin. Yesterday, before the game, she promised him a blow job if he set a new scoring record."

The wheels started turning in Shirley's head. It didn't take long for her to figure out that they pulled the old switcheroo. "Let me guess, you let Maggie think you were Justin."

"Uh huh," he said, grinning, "and Justin knew about it too."

"So, tell me about it," she said, sitting at the head of the bed and pushing him towards the foot.

"Remember last night, when I told you what I wanted?"

"Yes, I remember, you wanted to see me in the light, naked."

"Well, Maggie did that for me. She stripped, just the way I wanted her to."

Sensing where this was going, she abandoned her passive listening role and wanted to get in on the action. "Lucky guy, is this what she showed you?" she asked, leaning back against the headboard, opening her robe and flashing her pussy for him. Shocked, his eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped open. Spreading her legs, she used both hands to open her lips, exposing her glistening pink gash. "How do I compare?"

He stammered, "Well, her... er... pussy, it's trimmed up neater... and there is no hair around her lips." After a long look, he continued, "But I like yours better, with all that curly red hair."

"That's something you share with your Dad," she teased, "What did Maggie say about your cock?"

"She said it was the biggest she had ever seen; do you think that's true?"

"Oh honey," she cooed, "I think she's right. But Justin must be the same size, hasn't she seen him."

"I don't think so, she seemed surprised when she saw my cock."

"Really?" It was Shirley's turn to be surprised. "I thought Justin was doing all the cheer... Oh, never mind, I must have been wrong about that. So, did Maggie suck you off?"

"Way more than that!"

"Mmmm," she said, gently rubbing her crotch, aroused by the thought of Maggie fucking her son, even if it was't the one in her fantasy. "She fucked you? Tell me about it."

"Mom, it was so cool. She was in my lap, laying back so I could see her pussy... you know, with my cock in it. I was ready to cum after just a few strokes. When I told her about it, she jumped off and barely got my cock in her mouth before I blew."

She was now beyond the point of no return. "Mmmm, that was hot, just like you promised. I'm so close, do you want to watch me get off?"

"Uh, but... What about you and Dad, aren't you going to tell me about that? You promised."

"Okay, I'll wait, but not too long," she said, giving her hand a rest.

"Thanks Mom," he said, wrapping his fingers back around his hard cock, "tell me what happened."

"Well, your Dad has a thing about my ass, so I flashed him my asshole and told him if he got me off first, I would let him have it. Did Maggie show you her ass?"

"Uh huh," he said, stroking his cock. "That must be another thing Dad and I have in common, she let me spread her cheeks so I could see her asshole."

"Mmmm, do you want to see mine?"

He nodded enthusiastically, just like John did when she offered him her ass.

Could she really take a second, even bigger cock, up her ass the same day? She pulled her knees up to her chest, exposing her asshole for him.

He was mesmerized by the thin trail of red hair in the crack of her ass, circling her asshole. Not waiting for an invitation, he knelt between her legs and dove in, licking the length of her crack, stopping only to rim her tight little rosebud.

"Mmmm, enough of that sweetie, work on my cunt." Her nasty words had the desired effect on her son. She stretched her legs out and let him explore her pussy with his tongue. She moaned softly when he found her hard little clit. "Mmmm, did Maggie teach you that?"

He looked up, "I figured that one out for myself, just by listening to her moan. Have I got the right spot?"

She pulled his head back into her crotch, not bothering to answer. He tongued her furiously, bringing her to the brink of an orgasm. She pinched her hard nipples, lost in her renewed lust for her son. "Yes, yes, I'm almost there, keep it up."

He brought his hand up underneath her and slipped his thumb into her wet pussy, coating it with her slippery juices. She was panting now, gently humping her hips against his face. He moved his thumb down until he found the tight pucker of her asshole, and then gently pushed it in.

"Oh fuck, yes, yes, You're making me cum..." Her orgasm hit just as he buried his thumb in her tight ass. She arched her back, shrieking uncontrollably, thrusting herself up against him, taking every last ounce of pleasure he had to offer.

He raised his head up from her snatch, his chin shinny with her juices, grinning with pride at his accomplishment. "Is that how Dad did it?"

"Yes, just not as enthusiastically as you did," she said, winking at him. "Quick, run into our room and get the lube out of the nightstand, it's on my side of the bed."

He was back in a flash. "What do I do now?"

"Put some on your finger," she said, rolling up on one hip, just like she did for John. She pulled her cheek open, "Work some into me."

"Mom!" he said, shocked by what he saw. "I didn't know you had a tattoo."

"Oops," she said, "it's something from my past, before you were even born."

He ran his fingers across the Harley logo emblazoned just above her ass. "You were a biker?"

"Uh huh," she said, no longer ashamed of it. "Yes, on the back of your dad's Harley. We had some wild times."

"Will you tell me about it? He bent down and kissed her ass cheek, tracing a finger from the tramp stamp down to the crack of her ass, toying with the thin line of red hair that snaked up her crack.

"Mmmm," she whispered, "that feels good. I will, but not now. You need to finish what you started."

He coated his finger with the slippery goo and slipped it into her tight little hole, "Like this?"

"Yes, but use a lot more, I'm going to need it for your big cock."

He took his time, using two fingers to stuff more slippery goo inside her. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, but go slow, until I tell you I can take it, okay?"

"Yes, but what if I cum before I get all the way in. I don't want to ruin it for you."

"Don't worry babe, this is for you, cum when you're ready. I've had mine."

He brought his cock up and pressed it against her tight hole. She gasped as the large head stretched her open. "Am I too big?"

"No sweetie," she said, not yet convinced she could handle it. "Hand me the lube, I want to put some on your cock."

She reached back and slathered his cock before attempting another entry. "Okay, I can do this, just push your cock against me until you feel the head slip in."

He increased the pressure, getting the tip of his cock into her tight asshole. "I'm almost in," he said, "are you okay."

"Un huh," she said, barely audible. She reached back and gripped his cock, working the head in small circles, stretching herself open. "Okay, push a little harder." She felt her sphincter relax, making room for the head of his cock.

"Oh Mom," he said, "it's so tight, and it feels so good. I can't hold out much longer."

"Come on honey, you're almost there, just push it in, I can take it." He slowly slid into her, finally getting his cock all the way in. "Ahhh, you did it, you're in, now fuck my ass, make yourself cum."

He was way ahead of her, already thrusting himself in and out of her tight ass. "Mom, that feels so good, so tight. I'm so close, are you ready for me?"

"Yes darling, don't hold back any longer, I want to feel you cum in my ass."

"Fuck!," he shouted, erupting inside her, pumping her until his cock was spent, too limp to penetrate her ass. He lay down beside her, cradling her in his arms and snuggling up to her. "That was so hot Mom, did I do as good as Dad?" he whispered in her ear.

"Better," she replied, "way better, but we better just keep that between us. Why don't you go get cleaned up, I don't think we're done just yet."

He was back in a flash, on the bed, beside her. She stretched her legs out and let him run his hand over her body. "Mmmm, that feels good. You know, you got lucky with Maggie. Too bad that won't happen again."

"You're wrong, I convinced Maggie that she and her friends should take pity on me, you know, Justin's nerdy brother, and take turns... fucking me." His hand was on her mound, massaging all around her crotch.

"Wait a minute, Maggie and her friends are going to fuck you because Justin asked them too, that doesn't make sense. Especially since it wasn't even Justin that asked them." She responded to his hand, gently moving her hips.

"Well," he replied sheepishly, "They think Justin will fuck them if they fuck me first. Apparently, that is what the cheerleaders really want. They're bummed that he only has time for Isleta, and secretly want to break them up."

"And you figured all this out?" Aroused by Jason's hands, she cupped her breasts and flicked her nipples, giving a little moan when his finger slid into the wet folds of her cunt.

"Yes, ingenious, isn't it," he said, beaming with pride. "Do you think it will work."

"You'll need to get Justin to go along with it, but yes, it might work." She reached for his cock, surprised he was already hard again. "Mmmm, think you can get me off again?"

"Uh huh," he said, responding to her tug on his cock, moving on top of her while she guided his cock into her slippery cunt.

"Ahhh, baby," you do know how to make your mother happy.

He gave her a few gentle strokes of his cock, then paused and asked, "Mom, how come it's just you and me doing this, and not Justin?"

She was taken aback by the question, and hesitated, unsure how to answer. Hell, did she even know why?

"Mom?" he asked again, pressing for an answer.

"I'll tell you a little secret," she said, not yet sure where she was going, "but remember, this thing with us started by accident, in the buffalo costume. We didn't plan it."

"Okay, but what secret?"

"Well," she continued, "I used to fantasize about Justin... you know... about him... fucking the cheerleaders."

"I don't understand," he said, intrigued enough to resume humping her, very slowly.

"Ohhh, baby," she whispered, "that's so nice. Don't you do it, I mean, fantasize about something sexy when you get yourself off?"

"You get yourself off?" he asked, incredulously.

"Yes baby, just like you were doing when I walked in on you."

It took him a moment to digest that little nugget. "So, you fantasize about... about fucking Justin?"

"No... no... not that, I fantasize about Justin fucking the cheerleaders, not me."

"Oh," he replied, stopping his humping as he considered her answer. "You didn't fantasize about me?"

"I'm sorry honey," she said, concerned about hurting his feelings, "I just didn't imagine you with any girls."

"Okay, I can understand that, but what about now?" he asked, once again resuming his slow humping."

"Mmmm," she said, "keep that up and don't stop again. Now, I don't have to fantasize anymore, I have you to... well, you know... get me off."

"I see," he said, realizing that he had finally bested his brother. "I don't suppose I can ever tell Justin about this, you know, to brag to him."

"Sorry honey," she said, "this has to stay between you and me. You can't tell Justin, or any of the cheerleaders, or anyone else. Ever!"

"What about your fantasies?" he asked, "will I be in them now?"

She pumped her hips up against his slow moving cock, encouraging him to stop the unending questions. "Mmmm, I'm getting close, how about you?"

He was, and picked up the pace, jamming his cock in and out of her. "Will I?" he asked again.

She matched his thrusts, pumping up against him, taking him in as deep as she could. "Uh uh, not when I can fuck you like this," she said, panting, "I don't need fantasies."

"Mom... I'm going to..."

"Yes... me too..."

She felt his first shot of cum deep inside her as his body went rigid. She pumped his cock furiously, eking out her own orgasm as he pumped the last of his load inside her.

Jason looked up from his textbook just in time to duck Justin's big right hook.

"Fuck!" he shouted, tackling Justin by the waist and knocking him to the bed. "Stop!"

It was no match, as Justin tossed him down and stood over him, ready to deliver a serious blow. "What the fuck did you do, you dumb shit?"

"Don't hit me," Jason begged, afraid of his stronger brother.

"Why not," Justin shouted, "You fucking deserve it!"

Assuming that this was about Maggie, Jason went on offense, at least verbally, "You told me about Maggie, and what to do."

Justin struggled with Jason's reply, and the tiny kernel of truth it contained. He felt his anger dissipating. "Yeah, but one fucking blowjob, that was all."

"I'm sorry bro, I couldn't help it, she was so fucking hot."

"Well, I hope it was worth it," he shouted, "That fucking Maggie bragged to Isleta about it."

"But—"

"And that's not all," he continued, cutting him off, "Isleta seems to think that I agreed to fuck all the cheerleaders, and get this, I'm going to do that in return for the cheerleaders fucking you, my goddamn nerd of a brother."

"I didn't—"

"Shut up!" Justin interrupted, glaring down at him. "Are you fucking crazy? And, wipe the stupid fucking grin off your face."

"Come on bro," Jason replied, beaming with pride, "it's a great plan, and it might work.

"Really, you idiot," Justin shot back, "I'm not going to fuck any of those cheerleaders."

"Nobody asked you to, I can handle both ends of this arrangement."

"What?" Justin demanded, not comprehending.

"Look, I fooled Maggie once, I can do it with all of them. I'll be myself when they fuck me, then pretend to be you when they... well, you know... fuck you."

"Shit Jason, and you think this isn't going to get back to Isleta, from those fucking blabbermouth cheerleaders."

"Sorry, I guess that didn't occur to me."

"Fucking A, how am I supposed to explain this to Isleta? I already told her you must have done Maggie, but I don't think she believes it."

"I'm really sorry, there must be something I can do."

Jason extended his hand, hoping his brother would help him up. Shaking his head, Justin pulled him up and stared into he eyes, trying to figure out what to do. Justin finally spoke, "First, you're going to help me square things with Isleta."

"How?"

"We have a date tonight, and you're coming with me to explain this fucking mess. Understand?"

"Okay, okay, I'll make this right, I promise," said Jason.

"Just don't fuck it up any more that it's already fucked up."

"I won't bro," Jason said, "Check this out." He pulled Maggie's thong out from under his pillow and twirled it around his finger.

Justin's anger melted when he saw the thong, and he felt an odd sense of pride at what his brother had pulled off.

Justin drove the PT Cruiser up the long circular driveway in front of Isleta's home, a big place in the foothills, overlooking the city.

"Fuck!" Jason said, "How rich are they?"

"Very," Justin said, "they inherited wealth from Spain. That's where Isleta was born, but she's been here since she started high school."

"Nice, and it's just her, no brothers or sisters?"

"Yep, and her parents are in Spain right now, she's here by herself. Can you understand why I don't want you fucking this up?"

"Yeah, I got that. What do you want me to do?"

"We'll both go in, and you'll explain exactly what happened," Justin said, surprised that it wasn't obvious to his brother.

"Will she believe me?"

"Why wouldn't she?"

"She might think you're just using me to cover your ass. If I heard this story, I wouldn't believe it."

Justin was confused, a moment ago it seemed so simple to him. If Jason was right, he was already fucked. "So, what's your idea?"

"Well," he said thoughtfully, "maybe if she saw for herself how Maggie was fooled, then she would be open to my explanation."

"And how do you propose we do that?"

"I'll go up to the door and pretend to be you. If it works, I'll string her along for a while, then you can step in and tell her the truth."

"Yeah, that may have worked with Maggie, but Isleta isn't that stupid."

"You have a better idea?"

"No. So, what am I supposed to do?"

"Just wait here in the car, I'll come get you once I get this straightened out."

"It's freezing, you better make it quick."

"Just leave the car running, you'll be fine. Trust me," Jason said, stepping out of the car. He walked up the broad steps leading to the large double doors and knocked.

'Hi Justin," Isleta said, throwing open both doors. She was stunning, as tall as he was, dressed only in a tiny black satin robe. Her long brunette hair cascaded down over her breasts. She shivered as the ice cold air hit her, causing her breasts to jiggle under the flimsy black satin.

Stunned by her exotic beauty, he started to speak, "You look—"

"Shhh," she said, placing a finger to his lips, "get in here, it's freezing."

He stepped in, closing the doors behind him. She took him by the hand, thorough the massive foyer and into the family room where a crackling fire was roaring in the enormous stone fireplace. Isleta rubbed her hands together, shaking off the cold air and warming herself before the fire.

Once again, he tried to speak, "Isleta, I—"

She cut him off again, with a finger to his lips. "Let me," she said, her Spanish accent noticeable, "I shouldn't have been so judgmental earlier."

"But, I—"

"Hush!" she said, "Let me finish." She locked her eyes on his and tugged the tie on her robe, letting it fall open, just a few inches.

His careful plan evaporated as he stared into her eyes, realizing that he was in way over his head.

She sensed his reluctance to look down, and said, "It's okay baby, take a look, I want you to."

He lowered his eyes, taking in the bulge of her breasts, her nipples still hidden by the black satin. Mesmerized by her luxurious olive skin, he continued down, taking in the dark thatch of hair, trimmed into a wide landing strip, leading to the luscious lips of her pussy. "You're so beautiful," he said, finally able to complete a sentence.

"I've decided that you can have your little fling with the cheerleaders, just as long as you come back to me, and remember that I am your only girlfriend."

"What?" he stammered, his plans suddenly coming back into focus, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure." She fumbled with his belt, unbuckling it. "Now, about that blowjob Maggie gave you, I think I can do better. What do you think?" His pants dropped to his knees when she unzipped him. She pushed his parka over his shoulders and down his arms, letting it drop to the floor, then knelt on the sheepskin rug, his big cock dangling inches from her gorgeous face.

Justin was going to kill him. There was no way he could tell her who he was now, even if he still wanted to. His boxers were down and her lips were around the head of his cock. "Mmmm," was all he could come up with.

She released his cock and shook her head, flaring her long hair out to the side and out of her face. His cock was nearly hard, sloping down towards her mouth.

She loved his big cock, the way it stayed slightly pliable when he was hard. Despite its size, the way it sloped down was just the right angle for sucking. She slowly snaked him all the way down her snug throat.

"Oh yes," he whispered, with all thoughts of his brother receding from his mind.

She looked up at him, savoring the look of ecstasy painted on his face. She placed her hands on his hips and pumped him into her mouth, taking him all the way in on each stroke.

"Isleta," he said, his orgasm building, "I can't last much..."

She had just pulled back when he erupted in her mouth, splattering his goo against the back of her throat. She continued to stroke him, milking his cock dry, swallowing his load. "You were so quick, you caught me by surprise."

"Mmmm," he said. "You were just too hot, I couldn't hold out."

"That's good," she replied, "so, any question about who gave you the best blowjob?"

"No, you're the best, by far."

"And that bullshit story about your twin brother?"

"I'm sorry," he said, "I thought it would work. In fact, I brought him with me, he's out in the car."

"Jason, your brother?" she replied, "You brought him to cover for you?"

"Yes," he said sheepishly.

"This I've got to hear for myself," Isleta said, "Go out and get him."

"I will," he said, "but you have to get dressed, he can't see you like this."

"Okay, have him in here when I get back down."

"That took you long enough," Justin said when Jason jumped back into the car. "Did it work?"

"Yes, it worked perfectly," Jason said, "Everything is cool."

"Really?" Justin asked, "Thanks for pulling that off."

"Okay," Jason said, "but it's not exactly over. We need to switch clothes before we go back in."

"Why? Did you fuck this up for me, again!"

"No, no... She just thinks it was you that came to the door."

"Why would she think that? You were supposed to explain that it was you with Maggie. Did you do that?"

"Not exactly, she agreed that you could have your little fling with the cheerleaders, as long as she remained your girlfriend."

"What?" Justin asked, incredulous.

"I know, I wasn't expecting that either. All you have to do is go back in there, wearing my clothes, and everything will be back to normal, we'll each be ourselves."

Having no better plan, Justin reluctantly went along with his brother. They quickly swapped clothes in the cramped car and approached the front door. Justin knocked, then glared at his brother, "This better fucking work."

"It will. Remember, you were just with her, so be yourself. And wipe that glare off your face, you need to look very happy."

"Why?"

"You just got an incredible blowjob."

Isleta opened the door before Justin had time to react.
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