Incest/Taboo Voodoo Moms

"Really?" I whispered. It sounded too good to be true.

"Really," Mom assured me, lifting her head and lowering her mouth to engage me in a kiss that was definitely not maternal. Her body shifted, changing from a sitting position to stretch out alongside of me, one leg reaching over the top of mine. When the kiss ended, Mom stroked my face delicately with the fingers of one hand.

"I was afraid you'd be too mad about what I tried to do, and what I did on your...face."

"I told you I understood about that. God forbid, something a little out there once in a while won't hurt me," Mom laughed. "Your father's so boring," she said, stretching out the last word.

"So you really not mad?"

"No. It shocked me but afterward, when I thought about it, it made me feel slutty and kinda sexy."

"Really?"

"Yeah, to be able to get you so worked up, so out of control. It was a rush."

"I was definitely out of control," I laughed.

"I know," Mom whispered, lowering her hand from my face, trailing it down my chest and onto my underwear. "Did you miss me?" she asked, tickling the front of my shorts.

"Did I miss you?" I laughed, lurching in my shorts.

"Oh, I see you did."

Mom scratched my shorts and they immediately lumped up.

"Fast acting," she giggled.

"Only to you," I said.

"Oh, I'm sure," Mom drawled.

"I didn't react that quickly to Susan," I countered.

"That's true," Mom agreed, sucking in her breath. "Do you want me to play with it?" she purred.

"Yes, Mom. I'd love you to play with it."

"You wanted to do Susan, didn't you?"

"Only because I couldn't have you."

"Pffft. You're a young. You'd do her anytime."

"Not if I was doing you."

Mom shifted fully on top of me, then lifted herself and reached down to pull me out of my shorts before dropping her weight onto me. She ground herself onto my cock.

"Really? If I had let you, do me as you say, you wouldn't do it with anyone else?"

"I couldn't," I gasped as mom twisted her pussy on my cock, thinly-veiled by a flimsy set of panties. "I love you."

"I know you do, honey."

Mom rubbed her pussy up and down on my cock, fitting her groove around my shaft, then lifted her shoulders up and wiggled her breasts free of her nightgown.

"Suck them," she whispered.

I filled my mouth with Mom's tits and found her ass with my hands, going directly underneath the nightgown to cover the wisp of panty covering her cheeks. I sucked, thoroughly happy with the world. Mom worked her pussy all over my cock, never forgetting to keep her tits in the best sucking position. Occasionally, she pushed my mouth off to kiss but soon re-engaged her tits and my mouth.

She was getting really horny and didn't seem to mind that I had slid her panties under off her buttocks and didn't protest when I dragged them down her thighs, even pulling the center off her sticky pussy. I plied my fingers between her cheeks, spreading her wet pussy lips, and rubbed the edge of my right index finger the length of her pink slit. Any moment now, I knew, she would crawl up to cover my face with her pussy. A long bout of careful attention to her cunt would reward me with another awesome blowjob and, from what Mom had said, a dousing of her face. Now that I thought about it, I wasn't adverse to doing that. In fact, I was looking forward to it. My cock hardened into granite.

Mom hunched over me and I lost her nipple. She was dry-humping my cock with vigor. I turned my head to the side and was shocked by what I saw.

The dolls were together, one atop the other, and seemed to be moving. I shook my head and stared. No, they were still. It had been my imagination. Funny, the me-doll looked a lot like me now, almost identical, in fact. Weird.

I looked away, then turned back a little. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw both dolls moving, the mom-doll hunching over me much like Mom was doing right now and the one of me lifting its hips up. It looked like they were really fucking. I looked directly at them. There were dead still. Weirder.

I looked away. Mom was really getting into it. She'd need release soon. I slid my hands up to her panties, found the snap and yanked it apart. Another yank and they were gone. Mom was humping the length of my shaft with her bare pussy. I lowered my hand and found her hole, then slipped a couple of fingers inside. With my free hand, I found her spunky entrance and dipped in far enough to cover a fingernail.

"Oh God, this isn't what I came to do," Mom panted.

Hump, hump, hump. I lunged up to meet every grind.

"I didn't mean to, I didn't want to, ohhhhh, Jeff, forgive me, forgive me."

"There's nothing to forgive," I gasped, overwhelmed by the slippery slide of her pussy lips along my shaft. Shit, I didn't want to talk either.

"Forgive me," Mom wailed, forgetting her caution to me about waking Dad.

She lifted herself, quickly found and grasped my cock, then lifted it and deftly slipped it inside her.

"Awwwww, Jesus, that feels good," she cried, throwing her head back and pushing herself forward, shoving her cunt fully onto my cock.

"Mom!" I cried, shocked, thrilled, and scared all at once.

"Sorry, baby. I'm so sorry," Mom panted, her hips moving, thighs tensing and relaxing as she started fucking me.

Mom was gasping for air, sucking it in and expelling it just as quickly. She fell forward, braced herself with her hands on my shoulders, and started humping me madly. Her hips churned as she released a long series of short thrusts accompanied by a constantly clutching, sometimes pulpy and other times muscular cunt, its walls continually sucking or squeezing, always moving, milking my cock.

Mom threw herself back again, slowing her pace, lengthening her thrusts, and let her head drop behind her shoulders.

"Oh, yeah," she wailed.

"Ungghhh, unghhh, unghhh."

I matched her sounds, straining up, striving to keep my cock as deep in her cunt as I could, feeling abandoned as it inevitably slid off and born again each time it returned in triumph before breaking completely away.

I was mumbling.

"What?" Mom asked.

"Nothing, don't...stop!"

"I won't, not ever," Mom cried.

We fucked in silence after that, except for our grunts and groans. Mom kept us going, stopping herself before going over the top but not as often as she somehow kept me from exploding. I was almost exhausted when Mom threw her head back for a final time and released a silent howl, then hunched forward to clutch me in her arms and she felt my own release filling her. We stayed like that for a long time, sweating, chests heaving, groins throbbing out the dregs of our love.

After a long time, Mom rose up, looked to the side, and said, "I thought I told you not to play with dolls."

We must have laughed for five minutes.

"Was that better than spraying it all over my face?" Mom asked.

"Yeah, way better," I admitted, the truth obvious in my voice.

Mom laughed. "But if I feel raunchy, do you think you could handle it?"

"I have no objections," I said.

"That reminds me," Mom said. "What were you doing with your finger?"

"My finger?" I asked, innocently.

"Yes, your finger. It was in my...back there."

"It was?"

"You know damned well it was."

"Sorry." My apology wasn't very convincing.

"I don't think I can get that raunchy," Mom said, sternly.

"I'm sorry, Mom," my apology became halfway sincere. "Maybe we can do another photo shoot with Susan, I mean, Mrs. Gordon."

Mom hugged me and, pressing her face close to mine, whispered in my ear, "I was just kidding."
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I returned the dolls the day. The old lady smiled knowingly but didn't say a word. I didn't ask for my money back and she didn't offer.

As I was leaving, she said, "That one kid, he's still got his but I don't 'spect it back anytime soon." She cackled at her own joke.

I walked past the mall on my way home, thinking I'd get a small gift for Mom. As I walked down the embankment from the sidewalk behind the mall, I noticed some of our 'artwork' had been painted over. Things change, I mused to myself, and sometimes for the better. In the mall, I stopped in the lingerie shop and the girl helped me pick out something hot 'for my girlfriend'. Wouldn't she have been shocked if she knew who it was really for?

On the way out, I stopped to have a burger. I didn't see them until after I sat down. Gary Robinson and his mom. They were engaged in casual conversation. Gary didn't look nervous at all. In fact, he looked really relaxed. I guess he wasn't afraid of being bullied anymore. Maybe Billy had 'pardoned' him because of his success with the doll. Even Billy could be gracious, I guess.

Gary looked up and saw me as I was leaving. At first, there wasn't any sign of recognition. Then, after he glanced down at the bag I was carrying, he looked at me and smiled. I looked down at my bag and then at the one beside his feet. 'Lady Lingerie' was scrawled in fancy, pink script across both black bags. I nodded and smiled back. His gaze returned to his mother, who was way more attractive than I remembered. Maybe I had just grown up. They looked like they belonged together.
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Saturday was golf day. I waited until Dad's car left then crept into Mom's room. She was sleeping on her side with her back to me. I crawled in on Dad's side and waited patiently for my body to warm up before touching her, my erection building slowly in her heat as I listened to her light, measured breathing. It was a gorgeous morning, a good day for golf, for Dad, and for something else for Mom and me.

Mom didn't wake when I touched her, tentatively placing my hand on the inner curve of her waist, then slowly sliding it back and forth, up onto her hip and then back down and up her ribcage, sliding over the outer swell of her breast. She didn't wake when I nestled my hardon between her cheeks, or when I slipped my left hand underneath her to grasp her breast. I'm not sure when she awoke but the first indication was a small whimper when my right hand slid down the front of her pelvis until my palm rested on her mound and my fingers stretched down to tickle her groove.

Several minutes later, she whispered, "Just what do you have in mind, young man?"

"Nothing," I replied.

"Ummhmmmm," Mom responded.

After that, we quietly enjoyed a long, increasingly intense yet casual caress. Eventually, Mom turned around so we could entwine our arms and legs around each other and not long after that, she let me roll on top of her. The long build up did me in. I finished early and flopped on my back. Mom, however, wasn't done. Within minutes she was atop me and rode me at her leisure. She looked so sexy, astride me with her back arched, arms up to push back her hair, hips never still. Ahhh, my mother, my love.

When she was done, lying still beside me, she said, "I think I'll renew your father's golf membership for his birthday."

Mom let me get on top of her one more time before Dad came home.

"Make it good," she said. "It has to last you until tonight."

She threw back her legs and I scrambled up to squat over her, pushing my cock down to enter her, and doing squat thrusts until I was spent and exhausted. Who says the missionary position isn't fun?
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It happened when I was on my way back from getting another set of sexy lingerie, months later. Mom loved wearing it under her clothes during the evenings and weekends when Dad was home. It got both of so hot our first clash when Dad left or went to bed was always frantic. Anyway, that's when I saw her: Gary's mom. She didn't look so sexy this time. In fact, she looked drawn and frayed, kind of pale, and her hair looked messy. As I walked toward her she bent her head to the side and pulled at it with her right hand. No wonder.

I sat down at her table.

"Hi Mrs. Robinson."

She looked up, faded eyes not recognizing me.

"It's Jeff. Gary and I used to play together."

A flicker.

"Oh yes," she replied, absently. "I remember."

"Is Gary here?" I asked.

"Here? No, he's gone away."

"Gone away? Where?"

Mrs. Robinson straightened up and patted her hair into place.

"Oh, to college," she said.

"College?" Gary was a geek but he wasn't Einstein. "Oh, I see," I said, looking away. I could see in Mrs. Robinson's eyes it wasn't true. "I didn't know he applied," I said.

Mrs. Robinson looked down at the floor, at the bag beside my feet. Her eyes welled up with tears but she didn't cry. She looked back at me and stretched her hands out to grasp mine.

"You're Sandra's boy, aren't you?"

"Yes," I acknowledged.

"That's good. I remember you now. Oh, Jeff. Gary isn't in college. He's left us again, gone into his own little world. He was doing so well, but now... I just don't know what to do. The doctors... they can't... they just don't..." Her voice trailed off and tears streamed down her cheeks and dripped onto the table as she looked down at it.

"He doesn't need doctors," I comforted her. "He needs you."

She looked up.

"He needs his mother," I said, squeezing her hands.

"I wish that were true but I'm afraid I'm the cause of it all." She looked away.

"I don't believe that," I said. "Look where Gary was, how far he'd gone, and you brought him back, didn't you?"

Mrs. Robinson met my eyes, puzzlement turning to dawning realization. She looked at the bag by my feet, then met my eyes again, her own softening with comprehension.

"Of course, you're Sandra's boy," she whispered.

"He needs his mother. Only she can bring him back again."

"How?"

"Get him out of wherever he is and bring him home."

"But he doesn't even recognize me."

Wow, this was way worse than I thought. I had thought Gary had just withdrawn like he had before, afraid to go outside, and that maybe Billy had something to do with it, so I figured if she coud get Gary home and I had a word with Billy, then...

"He won't even look at me. My own son."

"Then pretend you're someone else, only, get him out of there."

"Pretend I'm someone else? Who?"

"I don't know. Tell him you're a friend's Mom and he's supposed to stay with you or something."

Mrs. Robinson's thoughts turned inward. She was thinking, already concocting a plan. She focused on me again. "Yes, of course, I'm his mother. Thank you, Jeff. You're a wonderful boy. Say hello to Sandra for me." She got up. "I've got to go." Her face wasn't aglow but it had purpose.

"You say hi to your mother," she repeated, "and tell her I said she has a wonderful son."

"I will."

Mrs. Robinson hurried away, looking more like the woman I'd seen with my old friend Gary. I got up and ambled out of the mall. I hope it works for you Gary, I thought. You've got a wonderful mother who will be there for you, just like mine.​