Keep It in the Family Pt. 01

Chapter 1 - My elder son

My name is Susan, and I had been brought up in the deep south, by deeply religious parents, so incest was something I'd been brought up not even to think about, let alone get involved with. But that all changed in a morning, and incest took over my life.

I'm married with two sons and twin daughters, which I had early in my life, and over about as short a period as was possible, as I guess that both my husband and I were unusually fertile. My husband is a successful business man, but that success means he is away from home far more often these days than he is here. There's not much to do on the edge of a mid-West town, and I'd become bored out of my skull. The domesticity of the women's groups didn't hold my attention, and increasingly my boredom was overlaid by sexual frustration.

I was pretty sure my husband was fucking around on his travels, but although he probably knew the slang words for making love in many languages, when he came home he always seemed too tired to invite me to make love to him, even in English, and all too often he resisted my advances if I took the initiative. I'd tried drink, but I'd realised that the biggest effect it was having was to make me put on weight, and as I'd always been proud of my body, I forced myself to give up. In its place, I threw myself into the gym and jogging, and although I was bored and frustrated, my body was in as good a shape as before I had the children. I was forty-three, fit, shapely, but frustrated as hell.

So why didn't I just find someone to fuck while my husband was away? My tits were firm, my body was toned but still curvy, and my cunt as tight and wet as ever, so I'm sure there would have been no shortage of takers. The problem was firstly that I'd seen so many messy divorces, where someone had started an affair and inevitably the partner had found out, making lovers enemies in an instant, and the children and all their friends forced to take sides. I'd thought of going to the city for a one-night stand, or more recently trying a dating site, but I could never bring myself to do it, partly because of my upbringing, but mostly because of my fear of catching some sort of STD. In the end, I made do with ramming a selection of large dildo's into my vagina, and rubbing my clit so hard you'd think I was trying to wear it away. Just buying them had involved a trip into the city, as the only place that sold such things in the town was run by the town gossip, and had a dismally poor selection.

It turned out , though, that there was another option I hadn't considered until I was forced into it by my elder son. It was vacation time: the girls, Emma and Chloe, and my younger son, Tony, were at different camps, so as to keep the sexes apart, and my elder son Michael was out enjoying himself, or so I thought, when I went out for my run. When I got back, I needed a shower badly, as I had rivers of sweat running down between my breasts and between my butt cheeks. As I stepped out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around me, I was sure I heard a noise in the house. Shit, who the hell could that be? It was probably stupid, but I tiptoed out of the bedroom, and started looking into the other rooms, never thinking how dangerous it could be if I cornered a burglar in any of them.

I thought I heard another sound from my elder son Michael's bedroom, and I slowly opened the door, and peered around it. Fuck, there was my son, laid on the bed, wanking his erect cock as hard and fast as he could. That was shock enough, but when I saw just how big his cock was, a shudder went right through me. This was my son, but his cock was bigger than my husband's!

I persuaded myself that if I tiptoed out, with luck he wouldn't notice, but as I was about to do it, I was overcome by an overwhelming desire to keep watching, watching until I saw the spunk jet out of him. Having decided, to my shame, to stay and watch, I then noticed that his other hand was tapping his computer, and he was watching a series of pictures sent from the computer to the monster flat-screen TV he'd persuaded us to buy him.

Well, I'd heard that it was easy to get porn from the internet, but I'd never looked myself, so I swear it was simple curiosity that made me look properly at the screen to see what sort of images did it for him. The way his hand was going up and down the shaft of his cock, he certainly seemed to be enjoying them. But God, it was me! Every one of the images he was flipping through were me! I was naked in the bathroom, peeing on the toilet, sniffing my dirty knickers before I put them into the wash. How the fuck had he got hold of these? It was totally horrifying and disgusting.

He was my son, and it was as wrong as anything could be for him to be jerking off to pictures of his naked mother. My first though was to barge in and bawl him out, but shit, it was exciting as well, to think that my son saw me as a sex object more than my husband, and not just a housekeeper. I could feel my cunt getting wet, as my vagina pushed out a wave of cum, and I just couldn't stop myself reaching down, touching my clit, and starting to play with myself.

He kept changing the pictures, moving on to ones where I was bending over in the bedroom, the ring of my asshole clearly visible, as well as the line of my pussy lips underneath. Then I heard Michael groan as the picture changed to one of me on my bed, with a dildo sticking out of my cunt, one hand squeezing one of my nipples, and the other clearly holding myself open so that my fingers could work my clit.

I knew that was the time I really should back out, while his climax occupied all of his attention, but I simply couldn't. I looked back towards him, just in time to see a huge stream of spunk shoot out of his cock, and to splatter back over his hand, his cock and his legs. So much spunk! Fuck, I couldn't stop myself rubbing harder on my clit as I looked at my son's cock giving its last jerks, sending more white goo running out of it over his hand, and I fucking came. That was my downfall, of course, because when I come I always make a noise, and he heard me.

I saw him leap off the bed, and I imagined he was going to try to slam the door in my face, but I knew I couldn't just leave it at that. I was horrified that he had pictures of me, but I was still so aroused by watching him wank himself off to them, that I wanted - well, I'm not at all sure what. However, he didn't push the door closed, but wide open.

"Oh, hi, Mummy darling" he said, smiling, as he grabbed my right hand and sniffed my fingers. "Seems you enjoyed watching me, eh?"

It felt as if every part of me was blushing, as I realised he was referring to the scent of my cum on my fingers. I thought my shame was complete, but then he pulled my hand to his mouth, and he licked the sticky mess from them.

"You not only look lovely, Mommy, but you taste wonderful as well."

"MICHAEL! Stop this straight away! It's disgusting. I'm your mother, and it's wrong, wrong, wrong for you to be looking at naked images of me, let alone wanking off to them."

The trouble was that whilst my words were saying one thing, my body was saying something else, as even though I'd come, my cunt was still twitching from the thought of him wanking off to my pictures, and the sight of the spunk shooting out of his cock. What made it worse was that although it was now limp, his cock was only inches from me, there were threads of spunk over his hand and body, and even as I was speaking a glob of it fell on to my foot.

"Well, now, Mommy, I don't believe you are quite as horrified as you say. But anyway, you don't really have a choice do you? Tony and I rigged up the cameras in your bedroom and bathroom weeks ago, and we've enjoyed the pictures many times, believe me. What we couldn't agree was what to do next. There's a website called 'Mommypics.com', where people post pictures of their unsuspecting mothers. There's a few from the town, but none look anywhere near as good as you. Tony wanted to post them with your face intact, but the girls wanted me to blank it out so you couldn't be recognised."

"Fuck, Michael, you mean you'd let all sorts of other people see me naked, including all your buddies?"

"Of course we would have, Mommy. Tony says all the guys in his class think you're a real sexy MILF, and they keep on at him to get pictures of you naked. Can you imagine how delightful it would be to know our friends were wanking to my dear little Mommy, who spends so much time with the church? But ... I think I've got a better idea. If you agree to become my sex slave, then we'll keep the pictures within the family."

Shit, did Tony's friends really think I was a sexy MILF? I felt I should feel ashamed, but actually I was proud of the way I'd kept my body, and I knew I could give them at least as good a fuck as any of the girls of their own age.

"No! Michael! Please, you can't post them, but I can't be your sex slave either. I'm your mother. You came out of me. It's just not right, and incest is illegal in this state, and pretty much everywhere."

"But it is right, Mommy, really. I was in you, and must have seen inside you when I was born. I just want to see inside you again, and put some of me back up there. You looked after us when we were babies, and now I want you to look after us again. It's just our needs are a bit different now."

I hated what he was saying, but I loved it as well. It was true, as their mother I had pretty much provided for all of their needs except sex, and why not provide that now they were ready? He was part of me, so what was wrong with him using me? I was struggling to reconcile the conflict inside me, when my son took the initiative again.

"Undo your towel and let me see your body, Mommy, else I'll post those pictures. Let me see if you look as good in the flesh as in the pictures."

What choice did I have? I reached for the top of the towel, untucked it and let it drop to the floor. Fuck, it felt good, though, seeing his eyes boring into my naked body, recording every little wrinkle of my nipples, which had given me away by stiffening hard as soon as the towel fell away, and the hair between my legs. I just wished I'd trimmed it a bit more, so that he could see the opening of my cunt more clearly.

"You have a wonderful body, Mommy, so much nicer than the silly girls at college, and so much more experienced. From now on it's mine. You will have to let me look at you, and fuck you whenever I want. For now, though, you can start by cleaning my spunk off my cock and anywhere else you can find it."

He pushed down on my shoulders, so I had to kneel in front of him. His cock was inches from my face, and I could smell as well as see the spunk all over it. I couldn't believe he expected me to lick off and swallow all of that sticky white spunk that had just come out of him, and even less that I would do it. But I did.

It had taken me a long time to enjoy the tasted of spunk when I was young, but now I realised just how much I had missed it. I licked his hand and across his legs, and then I caught hold of his limp cock, opened my mouth, and started sucking the sperm off it. Fuck, the taste was wonderful, and there was just so much of it for me to swallow. I looked up at him, and saw him smiling down at me, and I smiled back, at least as much as you can smile with your mouth full of cock.

"That's a good girl, Mommy" he said, his cock starting to harden in my mouth, as I sucked a bit more enthusiastically than just cleaning required.

I remembered how tiny it was when he was a baby, and I'd never imagined it would get as big as it was, nor that I would be knelt naked in front of him, with it in my mouth, enjoying the tingling it was sending through my cunt.

"When you've cleaned me off, I want to look at your body properly, and then you are going to let me fuck you."

I was about to protest that watching and even sucking him off was one thing, but letting him into my vagina was something else altogether, when there was a knock at the door.

"Hi Susan, it's Elizabeth come to pick you up for the prayer meeting."

Fuck, I'd forgotten all about that, and for the first time ever I didn't want to go to the prayer meeting with many of the other mothers in the town, as I realised that I'd already made up my mind that I was not only going to let my son fuck me, but I was desperate to feel his cock inside me. I grabbed my towel, and pushed Michael back into his room, closing the door.

"Oh, hi Elizabeth. I'm here on my own, and I guess I must have just lost track of time, as I was just finishing my shower. Give me a couple of minutes, and I'll be with you" I said, holding my towel up as I stood by the living room door.

One thing was clear: I needed to start locking the door, so that no one could come in and catch my son fucking me. I grabbed the first clothes I could find, hating the restrictive feel of my panties on my moist pussy, and I picked up my handbag and prayer book and let Elizabeth drive me over to the pastor's house. I don't know how I got through the next two hours. Somehow I seemed to find answers to things I was asked, but I have no idea what the reading was, nor who we prayed for. My whole body was itching, almost like a mild version of Poison Ivy, as I couldn't stop thinking about having my son's cock up in my cunt, and getting a good hard fucking, which I hadn't had for such a long time.

I could barely wait for the meeting to finish, and to get back home and let my son have his way with my body. Eventually it did, but when I stood up I was ashamed to see a darker patch on the chair seat where my pussy must have been leaking cum, as I imagined what my son would do to me. I'm sure Elizabeth must have thought me rude, as when she got me home, I not only didn't invite her in as I normally would have, but I just dashed from the car to the house with a bit of a wave of my hand.

Thank goodness I hadn't invited Elizabeth in, though, because Michael was stood naked in the living area, gently stroking his massively erect cock.

"Welcome home, Mommy darling" he said, walking towards me.

He put his hand up under my skirt, and my cheating body let my legs open so he could feel my pussy.

"Oh, yes, Mommy. You're so wet down there, I can see you must have been missing me as well. Now, where were we? First, take all of your clothes off, right here."

It's silly, but maybe it would tell you how conservative I'd become that as I let my clothes fall off me, I realised I had never been naked in this part of the house before. I must have put my hand down to start stroking my pussy as I got a thrill from that realisation, but my son, my naked wanking son, stopped me.

"I didn't say you could touch yourself, Mommy, did I? Remember you are my slave, so if you want to touch yourself, you have to ask me for permission first."

The trouble was that the forceful way he said this aroused me even more than I was already.

"Alright, son, I'm you Mommy slut, and you are in complete control of me."

"I loved the pictures of you Mommy, but I want to see more of you, and for you to display yourself to me the way women do on porno sites. Come into the bedroom, and I'll show you. No touching, either you or me until I say you can."

When we got to the bedroom, he made me sit up next to him on the bed. The picture of me with the dildo in me was still on the screen, but then he touched the trackpad of his laptop and it was replaced by a series of pictures which were far more explicit. I was old enough that I'd missed out on the availability of every kind of pornography on the internet, much of it free. In my day, if you wanted anything like that it involved buying a magazine from a dodgy store in a bad area, and although I'd seen some, my parents told me how wicked they were, and when I got married, I forgot all about them. I'd heard of girls sending nude pictures to their boyfriends, and the other way as well, and how easy it was to download porn, but fucking hell, I'd never imagined anything like the things my son was now showing me.

The images he scrolled through were mainly women, some young, some it seemed older than me, holding their cunts wide open for the camera. How could so many women be prepared to live with the shame of exposing their private parts to anyone with an internet link? But then what struck me was the amazing diversity in the shapes, sizes and colours of all of those cunts. I suppose I knew that not everyone was quite the same as me, but glimpses of other girls at school and college, and slightly longer looks at my sister when we were teenagers hadn't prepared me for the reality.

Another shameful thought went through my brain, as I wondered what my daughters' pussies were like now. I'd seen plenty of them when they were young, of course, but like most girls, when their breasts and hair started to grow they started to keep themselves private, even from their mother. Fuck, I must have become a real slut, because I was determined to get a close look at my daughters' cunts, and the deep levels of my brain started working on how I could make it happen.

They weren't all just women with their cunts open, though. There were women squirting, tied up with ropes, pregnant women and lots of women with things in their holes, some of them even bigger than my biggest dildo. Some women, even pregnant women had cocks in one or both of their holes, spunk dripping out of them or over their faces, and there were women squeezing milk in jets out of their engorged breasts.

I was shocked but fascinated, especially by the individuality of the women's cunts on display. I was sure that it would be possible to recognise the women by them just as well as their faces. I was horrified that I wanted to see more of them, including even my daughters', but I just didn't seem to be able to control myself.

"It's your turn now, Mommy. I want to see you copy these women, so I can see every detail of those bits of you that you are never supposed to show to your children."

"But Michael, son, why? These women all looked amazing. Wouldn't you rather I helped you masturbate looking at them than me? Surely you could have lots of girls of your own age?"

"I don't want them, I just want you. Just open your cunt, Mommy. I want to see so far into your vagina that I can see your cervix, just like this woman in this picture."

Shit, she was pulling her vagina open so wide, and the light was angled at the right angle, so it really was possible to see her cervix. I wasn't sure I could open myself that wide, but it was so wonderful to know that my son wanted to see mine more than hers, so I gave it my best shot, putting my fingers inside me, and stretching myself open until it hurt.

"Fucking hell, Mom, I can see how I could have come out through your vagina, but your cervix is so small, surely I couldn't have gotten through it. But knowing that was where I came from makes me want to push my cock in, and spray my spunk as close to that tiny hole as I can."

That did it. Only my gynaecologist had ever seen that far up me, and what my son had said excited me so much that I couldn't control my lust.

"Come on then, son, fuck me deep, and fuck me hard. Who knows, even though I'm on the pill, perhaps you'll manage to give me a new baby."

I couldn't believe I heard myself say that. I knew that there was a good reason for incest being illegal, as the chance of genetic abnormality in any offspring was so much higher, but something inside me desperately wanted to get pregnant and carry my son's child inside me. Fortunately, the thought didn't last very long, as everything in my brain was wiped out by the feeling of Michael's cock ramming in to me, making me gasp as it hit the top of my vagina. He grabbed one of my breasts in his hand, and his kissed me on the mouth, forcing his tongue between my teeth, and exploring the inside of me.