Incest/Taboo Voodoo Moms

The way Mom sucked her breath in, I knew she had never felt that before, or at least, had never allowed it. I kept my finger pressed against the little hole but didn't try to push it in. Moving my mouth higher, I flicked her clit, then dragged the tip of my tongue delicately around her bud, flicked again, licked softly, then returned for a few laps and finally thrust my tongue in hard and deep. That's when I ventured my first probe into Mom's ass, just to the first knuckle but I almost came in my pants I was so excited.

Now I had a second reason to work Mom up. She had to want what I was doing so bad she would let me do this and the other thing I had planned, the thing Billy was hoping to get from his mom. I don't think Mom would do these things just to keep me from painting graffiti or stealing a car. She needed her own internal motivation.

I inserted my thumb in Mom's slippery pussy and left my finger embedded knuckle deep in her ass while I licked and sucked and tickled and teased and flicked, bringing Mom close several times and pulling back. Finally, I missed the cusp and couldn't haul Mom back down the slope so I put my heart into to it and shoved her over the top as hard as I could. I had little experience to compare her response but I don't think many women can run an orgasm as long as Mom did that afternoon. When she was spent, she flopped back in the chair, hair strewn about her face, the epitome of rapture.

I stood and nudged Mom's feet together, then her knees, and straddled her thighs. Mom seemed exhausted and simply watched me with listless eyes. I leaned down and started undoing her blouse. She didn't object. I parted the blouse and pushed it off her shoulders and part way down her arms, then pulled the sleeves over her hands. Mom lifted her arms half-heartedly to help me, a wan smile gracing her face. She didn't even protest when I unhooked her bra and peeled it off and for the first time saw her magnificent, on the larger side of medium tits. Despite their softness, which I had felt when I pressed my face into them earlier, they were surprisingly firm. Their sag only served to make them look sexier when they finally swept away from her chest, jutting out, topped by big stiff nipples, no doubt still agitated from my efforts below.

Mom smiled and I wondered if she was pleased by the surprise and pleasure in my eyes upon seeing her wonderful tits. She was still smiling when I started to unbuckle my pants but when I opened them the smile faded. Mom looked serious as I pulled the waistband of my undershorts out to free my cock. Mom held her hand up, holding me in abeyance.

"Jeff, promise me you'll never steal anything again, or damage anyone's property, and you'll start doing something with your life."

"I promise, Mom." I starting to pull my cock out again but Mom covered my hand with hers.

"I mean it, Jeff. I know what you want to do and I want you to promise me even if I never 'help' you again."

I adopted a solemn, humble look, "I promise, Mom. I'll never paint another building, steal a car or break into a store, and I'll get off my ass."

Mom pulled her hand away and I freed my cock. She took it into her hand, played with it until it stiffened, then started jacking it. I let my arms fall and grabbed two handfuls of tit, satisfied to knead her flesh while she stroked mine. I was about to get one of the things I wanted and was happy to let her play with my cock as much as she wanted. It was bigger than Dad's, I knew, because I had seen him when we used the showers at the beach. Maybe my cock could trigger one of her internal motivations.

Fuck, life was good. To be standing here in my the kitchen while my mother jacked me off, was unimaginable just two days ago. Yet here I was, serenely allowing my mother to caress my cock until I decided to unload in her face. Fucking hell, it was greatl to be alive.

I was really hard now. Time to put it into her mouth. I took hold of my meat, displacing Mom's hands, stroked it a few times, then brought it near her face. Mom grabbed her tits and pushed them together and up, offering them to me.

"You want to spray them, don't you Jeff?" she asked, waving them in front of me.

That wasn't what I wanted but she seemed to think it would be special, so I nodded.

"First, some of this," I said, placing the tip of my cock on Mom's chin and one hand on the top of her forehead. I pressed back and held her chin down until her mouth opened. I slid inside.

Oh, mother of all holies! To slide into a woman's warm, wet, inviting mouth was an incredible feeling but to push your pole into your mother's mouth, now that is pure bliss. Slowly, I began to pump Mom's mouth. Mom was docile, adeptly accepting my thrusts while she continued to hold her tits ready for me to deposit my spunk in case I should suddenly need to do so. But I had other plans.

I fucked Mom's face like I licked her pussy. Every time I started to get carried away, I pulled out and breathed deeply, trying to last. Mom seemed to understand my desire to enjoy this for as long as I could. After all, she had implied that she might never do it again. After a long time, Mom dropped her tits and began stroking my balls with her fingers. I suspect she was growing tired and needed to make me come.

I pulled out every third stroke in an effort to calm myself down, then every second, and finally after every deep shove into her mouth. Mom urged me back in every time, clearly wanting me to finish.

"I won't do this for you every day," she gasped.

Well, at least she was going to do it again. I pushed back toward her mouth but, like my finger had done below, I missed and skidded across her cheek. Quickly, I pulled back and put it in her mouth.

"Do it now baby," Mom urged, pulling me toward her mouth as soon as I pulled out.

Her words excited me and I flexed my hips forward but missed again, skidding across the other cheek. Pulling back, I pushed onto Mom's lips and alongside her nose, then up and over to the other cheek. Gently, I rested the tip of my cock in her eye socket, then slowly dragged back over her slick face, dipped into her mouth, and spread the saliva onto her other cheek. Mom looked up at me, comprehension dawning in her eyes.

"My god, is that what you want?"

I wasn't sure what she was thinking but I nodded anyway. She took a deep breath.

"Not every time, baby, and maybe only once."

I pushed into her mouth and fucked it for a dozen strokes while Mom tickled my balls. I spiraled out of control but didn't make any effort to stop it. I wasn't pulling out now, not when Mom might change her mind at any moment. Faster. Mom was moaning, encouraging me, motherfuck, I was coming. I yanked out, steadied my cock, and blew it into Mom's face.

I generated a huge load. No wonder, really. I blasted wad after wad, drenching Mom everywhere, all over her face, in her mouth, her hair, and even missing her head entirely, landing a gob on the floor behind her. Fuck, she would definitely never let me do this again. What a mess!

I was amazed when I finished that Mom kept her mouth open, though she kept her eyes closed of necessity. I poked my cock back in and her lips closed over it, sucking hard, then loosening her tongue and swirling it delicately around my tip.

"Ahhhhh, God Mom, oh my God."

My hips jerked uncontrollably and I grabbed her shoulder to steady myself, squeezing out the last vestige of cum, barely a drop, as Mom's tongue tickled the underside of my tip. Then I hung on just to hold myself up. When I pulled out, Mom got up and quietly left to go upstairs for a shower, ending the most awesome sexual experience of my short life.
​

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -​

Billy called just as we were finishing lunch and I told him I'd call him back.

"You don't need to go over to Billy's," Mom said after I snapped my phone shut.

"He's not that bad, Mom. In fact, he hasn't done anything bad for a while, just like me."

"I know," Mom said. "His mom is helping him so you don't need to."

"Mom, Billy is different than me. He needs outside encouragement."

"Perhaps I wasn't clear. You don't need to help Billy, or his mother. Understand?"

"I don't know..."

"Yes, you do. If you go over there, what happens here is done."

"Mom, I..."

"We don't need to discuss it. It's in the past, like your poor behavior."

I understood things a little differently now. Part of what motivated Mom, other than turning me in a new direction, was jealousy.

"I've arranged something for you to play with that's less dangerous," Mom said. "Susan is coming over tomorrow for another photo shoot. I told her she should have some pics of herself with a handsome young model, remember?"

"Yes, mother," I pouted.

"Don't be like that."

"Okay," I replied.

"Your father is coming home early today. Why don't you help me pick out what I should wear."

"I don't care what you wear for Dad."

"Not for Dad, for you."

"What? I don't get..."

"I want you to tell me what you'd like me to wear, underneath, when your father gets home."

"Oh." My eyes lit up.

"There's no time for that. You've had enough for one day."

"Come on. Let's to see if I have anything interesting."

So I picked out Mom's underwear. She wouldn't let me watch her put it on but later that afternoon and evening, at supper and beyond, I had a constant erection knowing Mom was wearing a black, lacy half bra and matching sexy panties under her skirt and blouse. When Dad wasn't looking, she smiled, pursed her lips, and pouted at me.

Well, Billy could look after himself and his mother was on her own. There was no way I was risking this.

Billy called and complained that he didn't get to blow his wad on his mom's face. All she did was jack him off and she even made him use a condom. Having been intimate with his mom, I was sure if Billy had a bigger dick, she would have done more. She was one horny, unsatisfied lady.
​

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -​

Mom rebuffed me the next morning.

"You have to look fresh and virile for Susan's photo shoot," she explained.

I can handle Susan too, I thought, but hey, at least I wasn't cut off for good. I pushed it anyway, telling she looked good in the short dress that hugged her figure and asked what she was wearing underneath but she wouldn't tell me. I probed for details about her sex life with Dad but she wouldn't talk about it other than to say there wasn't much to talk about.

"He puts all his imagination into his pictures," she sighed.

I surmised that sex with Dad was largely missionary style and maybe, maybe, the odd ride on top but possibly not even that. I wished she'd let me fuck her. I wanted to so badly it hurt. Every minute I was around her I wanted her more.

Our relationship had definitely changed. We had always communicated reasonably well but now she was treating me almost as an equal and spoke to me straight and shamelessly. When I told her she looked so hot in the short dress that I wanted to take it off and lick her all over she just smiled sweetly instead of slapping me for being vulgar.

"I don't care what you say, I'm not letting you do anything until after Susan's photo shoot."

Susan arrived shortly after lunch wearing a cute summer print that advertised her tanned legs and firm body. Her blonde hair bounced around her shoulders as she moved, vying for attention but losing out to her perky breasts. Mom led her directly into the studio, calling for me to follow, and put me to work on the lighting, adjusting lamps and reflectors, but soon incorporated me into the shots.

"Women love to see themselves with younger men," she explained. "Even though they're older, they'll see themselves as you and that will help you get magazine work."

"But the agent suggested I get some pictures with an older man," Susan replied.

"Oh yes, that's great too, for car and golf commercials. Maybe we should get some pictures of you with my husband," Mom mused.

Susan laughed and admonished Mom. "Sandra, that's not nice. Anyway, Jeff's here now." She grasped my upper arm with both of hers and tugged me closer to her side, then slipped her arm around my waist and bumped me with her hip. "How's this?"

Susan launched a huge smile at the camera and Mom immediately took several shots. After that, Mom didn't worry about the lighting and I stayed close to Susan which she didn't seem to mind, keeping in contact by touching my hand or bumping against me. We joked around constantly, forcing Mom to prod us into being serious until she gave up and told us to just have fun in front of the camera. That's when Mom began directing us to adopt increasingly intimate poses. Although Susan didn't resist the instructions I sensed she wouldn't have gone along so easily without Mom's directions.

So instead of posing with my arm around Susan's shoulders or waist, I found myself standing behind her with my hands on her tummy while she leaned forward, pushing her bum into me and smiling either innocently or provocatively at the camera. Then Mom would have her spin around and arch her back over my arms while I leaned over her breasts, both of us laughing gaily, of course.

For some reason, Mom needed to take these shots over and over and somehow, when I helped Susan spin around to face away from me, my hands would slide up her tummy and bump the bottom of her breasts. Once, I kept my hands pressed up, keeping her breasts lifted while Mom took the shot.

"Perfect," Mom cried. "Keep doing that."

She didn't explain what it was we should keep doing but both of us knew what she meant and for every shot after that where Susan was leaning back against me, I held her breasts up, even twisting my hands up to cup them. I became very familiar with her tits, since she wasn't wearing a bra, and the supple buttocks that Susan pressed into my groin without any suggestion from me or Mom. She couldn't have missed the effect she was having on me as several times she brushed sideways only to be halted by the settling of my erection in the crease between her cheeks.

On one shot where Susan was leaning over, bracing her arms on the upholstered bench, while I tucked my body tightly to hers, I urged her slowly forward, my fingers stretching from where my hands pressed against her ribcage, pushing her breasts out as they began to dangle.

"Fantastic," Mom cried and launched the camera on an automatic action series, setting off a rapid series of clicks as Susan fell forward onto her elbows, her breasts brushing over the leather-cushioned bench with my upturned palm underneath just as my hips banged her ass against the end of the bench.

We paused, as if both in a bit of shock over what had just happened. Seizing the moment, I dropped my right arm and, grabbing the hem of Susan's dress, dragged it high up her thigh.

"Lovely," Mom cried, crouching as she came closer, snapping several more shots.

I pulled the dress up onto Susan's hips.

"What sexy lingerie!" Mom exclaimed. She lowered the camera and approached Susan's side, taking hold of her dress and lifting it even higher. "We must get some shots of these," she said.

Mom backed away. "Stand in front of the bench," she demanded.

Susan and I stood in front of the bench, side by side, arms around each other's waist.

"No, no, no," Mom said. "Get behind her, Jeff."

I squeezed behind Susan.

"That's it. Now, Jeff, pull her against you and hold the dress up."

I reached down and started to pull Susan's yellow print up her right thigh.

Mom clicked. "Farther," she said.

I pulled the dress higher.

"Farther."

I pulled the dress up more, slowly, waiting for Mom to say when I should stop. Susan began to tense up as the hem neared the top of her thigh but Mom remained silent, sans instructions. I stopped.

"Higher," Mom whispered.

I raised my hand, dragging the dress up until a pair of black, lacy panties appeared.

"That's it," Mom hissed.

I pulled my hand up another inch.

"Perfect," Mom whispered.

Susan was trembling. So was I, with delight and desire.

"Move your hips around, Susan. Slowly," Mom barked. "That's it, just push out...yes, now pull back...and out again...yeah, keep doing that, in an oval."

The camera clicked. Susan's bum pushed into my cock, rubbed across it and left, then reappeared to tease me again, and again, and again. Mom took so many pictures. She didn't need that many for one pose but neither Susan nor I complained. The dress kept sliding up higher and higher until the bottom swell of one tit peeked out.

"Incredible," Mom whispered, angling the camera up to capture Susan's tit. "Such a natural beauty."

Susan relaxed in my arms.

"Pull it higher," Mom said. "Stay still," she snapped at Susan, freezing her bum on my cock.

"Higher."

I pulled the dress up until Susan's bare breasts flopped free, bouncing, then settling down to a quiver as Mom snapped another dozen shots. The camera lowered.

"Move your feet apart," Mom whispered as the camera focused on Susan's panties.

Susan hesitated.

"Spread your legs!"

Susan opened her thighs and turned her head sideways as if to hide her shame. Mom's camera clicked and clicked. I pulled the dress up to cover Susan's face and thrust forward, my cock digging into the soft firmness of her ass, pushing it out until Mom uttered another superlative.

"Great, that's great."

Mom took pictures for another two minutes while I kept Susan's panties thrust forward and her face covered, my hand covering her covered mouth. Despite the temporary sanctuary, I sensed Susan's face getting red.

"Enough," I said.

"Pull her back and bend her over the end of the bench."

I started to obey.

"Keep the dress up," Mom commanded.

I pressed Susan against the end of the bench and she dutifully leaned forward but, unlike before, her feet were apart, allowing me to fit very snugly into her behind.

"Push the dress up over her head."

I pushed the dress up and Susan stretched her arms out to accommodate. She kept her arms out while I turned the dress inside out onto them, baring the sexy panties and uncovering her breasts which now pressed naked into the leather bench.

"Push her down flat."

I pressed down on the small of Susan's back and she complied with Mom's command. The camera clicked. I pushed against Susan's ass, rubbing my hardness between her soft cheeks.

"Grab her hips."

I put my hands on Susan's bare hips. Click, click, click.

"Stretch her panties out."

I wasn't sure what Mom meant.

"Grab the straps on her hips and pull them out."

I grasped the straps and did as Mom said. I pulled them out and back, effectively denuding Susan's supple ass.

"Good, good." Click, click, click. "Now, pull them back until they're stretched across her thighs, under her bum."

I did it. Rather than stretching tight, the straps hung loosely across Susan's thighs. Her bottom was now bare. I don't know what was holding the panties against her pussy.

"Okay, Jeff. Now, lean forward and grab Mrs. Gordon's hair."

Mom's use of Susan's last name, emphasizing her married status, shocked me. I looked at Mom.

"Grab Mrs. Gordon's hair," she insisted.

I leaned forward and grabbed a handful of Susan's hair.

"Pull her head up," Mom said. "Gently!"

I tugged on Susan's hair and it came up, but only because Susan helped.

"Grab the dress with your other hand and pull it off so we can see Mrs. Gordon's face."

I had to press hard into Susan's ass to lean far enough forward to getl the dress off her head and arms. It was a struggle that my cock enjoyed and Susan endured stoically for at least a minute. I was so hard.

Mom took pictures the whole time and when the dress was off, she instructed me to turn Susan's head this way and that, always referring to her as Mrs. Gordon. Several times, she had me pull Susan back so far it seemed her back would double over, but Mom was satisfied with the effect, lifting Susan's tits from the bench so they thrust out and her very stiff nipples jutted into the air.​