Keep It in the Family Pt. 01

I put one of my own hands down to play with my clit, which was wet and slippery, and as I touched it, it felt as if explosions were going out right through my body. Then I felt one of my son's hands come and join me.

"Fuck Mommy hard, son. Make my cunt ache from your cock stretching it, and make me come as you pump your spunk in me."

"Oh, Mommy, I've wanted this so badly for so long. Your cunt is so slippery and warm, and your tits are better than any I've ever seen."

I put my other hand around his butt, and helped him ram in me harder with each thrust. I was a fucking sinner, a slut. I was betraying my husband, but yet I was delighting my elder son, and I was fucking loving it. I wanted it to continue for ever, but being the first time we'd fucked each other, the excitement overcame us. All too soon I felt his strokes change, and I knew his spunk was leaving his balls on its way into my vagina. We both rubbed harder on my clit, and I came at the same time.

"Aaagh! Mommy! You beautiful cunt!"

Ooohh, Michael, son! Squirt that spunk in me, make me pregnant, please!"

We rolled around as our climaxes washed over us, and I couldn't remember ever coming as violently or enjoyably. I looked between my legs, and I saw my son's white jism leaking out of me. How could anyone say this was wrong? It was my own flesh and blood inside me again, and I knew it wasn't going to be the last time, that was for sure. When we calmed down, Michael pulled out, and I wondered what he was planning next. Something awful but delightful, I hoped, and it was.

"Put your hand in your cunt and pull out my spunk, Mommy."

I did that willingly, and I expected, no hoped, that he'd tell me to lick my hand, and swallow the spunk I'd pulled out. He did, but with a thrilling twist.

"Now hold it up, and we'll both clean it off. Don't swallow more than you need to though."

He made me repeat the action several times, until he was satisfied that I had got all of the spunk out that I could. Then he leaned over and kissed me again, and we swapped his spunk between our mouths. I'd heard of women doing this after one or both had been fucked, but never a man and woman, and certainly not a mother and son.

"I love you, son. I'm so pleased you forced me to become your sex slave."

"And I love you, Mommy. I've wanted you for so long, and this has been the best day of my life.

"It could be better yet son. Why don't you lay back and let me straddle your face, so you can clean me out properly."

"Oh, Mommy, I hadn't realised you were going to be such a slutty bitch."

But of course, he did what I'd suggested, and I started to think how good it would be if he were my sex slave rather than the other way around. God, his tongue felt so good. It pushed between my pussy lips to find my clit, and then he licked along my slimy cleft, pushing as far as he could inside my vagina, and then he licked all the way back to lick and nibble my clit.

"That's right, Michael. What a wonderful son you are. Lick out your Mommy's cunt and make her come again, and Mommy will try to fill your mouth with her cum."

Mommy was also intending to fill her mouth with her son's come as well, though she expected it would take a while before he was ready. However when I bent forward to take my son's cock in my mouth, I was delighted when I felt it start to stiffen again. It was a long time ago, but like many young girls of my generation, a blow job was a great way to keep your boyfriend happy without much risk of pregnancy, and I'd become a champion.

As soon as my son's cock was hard enough, I forced my head down on it, pushing it down my throat until it blocked my breathing. It had taken me a long time to learn how not to gag, but it was still messy, as my saliva spilled out of my mouth as I made it as close to my vagina as I could. From the way my son was reacting, I got the impression that he'd not found anyone who could, or would, blow him like this. In the days before I went on the pill, my boyfriends all loved me doing this. I knew my throat was tighter than my cunt, so even though my baby little son had recent come in it, I expected him to come again easily as I forced his cock down my throat as far as I could.

He may have had limited experience, but I was impressed at the way my son's mouth and tongue was working on my pussy. I could feel huge amounts of cum flowing out of my vagina and over his face, in the way that it always does when I'm really excited. Then he started to hum, adding a gorgeous level of vibration to the massaging his tongue was giving me. The bastard, I thought, what he was humming was the old Paul Robeson song, Mammy. I bet Paul Robeson's Mammy didn't do what I was doing, as I pumped my mouth up and down on my son's cock, forcing myself not to gag, but making groaning noises and letting my saliva pour over his belly.

Neither of us could keep it up as long as we'd have like. I knew I was close to the edge, so when I felt him jerking his hips, working his cock further into my mouth, I let myself go. My own hips were pumping up and down on his face, spreading my cum even further over it. When I felt his spunk hit the back of my throat, I struggled to swallow it without choking. I hadn't been a champion for nothing though, and I managed it, then started sucking hard, pulling the last of his sperm from his cock.

I kept some in my mouth, though, and after we pulled apart, I turned around and kissed my wonderful son. His face seemed to have even more of my cum on it than I'd expected. He absolutely stank and tasted of me, that wonderful fishy, musky, acrid taste that not all men liked, including unfortunately my husband, Charlie. From the look of it, though, my son loved it, and I opened my own mouth, and added the taste of his spunk to the powerful flavours in our mouths.

"Fuck it, Mom, you're wonderful. I knew I loved you, and wanted to fuck you more than I could bear, but I never expected it to be this good. I never want another woman, you're the only girl for me Mommy."

"I love you too, son. I'm your slut, and you can have me whenever you want."

I could have added the rider, though, that he wasn't my only child, and as he knew, my younger son also wanted to fuck me. After what was less than a day, but felt like forever, I really wanted him to as well. And yes, there was the first tingling in my cunt which told me that, having started down the road of incest, I was going to end up fucking my daughters as well.

That night, my son slept in my bed alongside me, usurping my husband's place while he was away. I don't think either of us could believe just what a big change had swept over us, nor that it was only just starting. We went to sleep cuddling like husband and wife, not like a mother and her son, and it felt more wonderful than I can find words to convey.

As it happened, both Michael and I were busy the next day. Our church was being visited by a group of people from a church in Africa that we had been supporting, and as usual, I had been co-opted to help with the catering and to organise the arrangements around transport and the various services. Michael had arranged to go fishing with some friends, and this required him to leave early, leaving me in bed still.

"Bye, Mommy dearest. I loved fucking those two holes yesterday, but tonight, you're going to let me fuck you in the ass. Enjoy your day at the church, thinking about your son putting his cock into your ass when you get back home, won't you?"

Enjoy wasn't really the right word, as I struggled the whole day to turn my mind to anything but my son coming in my mouth and my cunt, and the anticipation of him coming in my other hole that night. I'd never let my husband fuck me in the ass, as the church always made a big thing about sodomy being a sin, yet here I was almost unable to wait to compound the sin by letting my son sodomize me.

Elizabeth commented that I seemed a bit distracted, as I had the day before, and she asked me if everything was alright at home. I reassured her that it couldn't possibly be better, which left her a bit puzzled, and I confess I thought some uncharitable thoughts, which unworthy of me, as to whether anyone's son, let alone her own, would want to put his cock in any of her holes. I couldn't wait to get back home, and when I did, I found Michael was there before me.

"Hi Mommy, you look so hot in that smart church dress" he said, coming over to kiss me as I came through the door.

He'd done this many times before, of course, but this time one hand grabbed one of my tits, and the other went up under my skirt, and stroked my cunt lips through my panties.

"I've booked us a slap up meal at Donahue's to celebrate what we did yesterday, and what I plan for us to do tonight. Let's go straight out, but take off those panties first, Mommy."

Now, if you now small mid-west towns, you'll know that the closest you can get to fine dining is a hunk of steak or salmon, a pork chop and for any wimpy vegetarians, some sort of pasta without meat. Oh, and on special occasions perhaps a burrito or southern fried chicken. That was Donahue's, but its main claim to fame wasn't the food, but the fact it had semi-circular booths rather than tables, giving some degree of privacy, and seats were far too low for the height of the table, giving everyone the opportunity to take advantage of it with their hands. And clearly my son intended to take this advantage.

It felt strange going out without panties. To start with I was worried that a gust of wind would come along and I'd have a far more revealing Marilyn Monroe moment, but when I got out of the car after Michael had driven us to the restaurant, I started to enjoy the freedom, and the sensations of the breeze blowing over my pussy. Of course, he chose the most remote booth, getting an odd look from the waitress, who normally expected only lovers to seek it out. Little did she realise that was what we were.

I ordered a steak with a Jack Daniel's sauce, what passes for the height of sophistication in Donahue's, and Michael went for the pork chop. I'd hardly started my salad before I felt my son's fingers inching up my thigh, and I opened my legs wide to give him easy access to my cunt under the table. He pushed my lips open, and started working on my clit. I decided that I wanted in the game as well, so I unzipped his fly, and after I'd discovered he had gone commando as well, I pulled out his cock and started stroking my hand up and down it.

Foreigners often ask me why Americans only eat with one hand. I've heard various stories, but the one I find most convincing is that it allows you to masturbate under the table, either yourself or your partner, while still eating. By the time my steak came, my cunt was as wet and sticky as the Jack Daniels sauce on it, and I bet it would have been at least as tasty. I don't know quite who started it, but somehow we moved from gentle titillation to serious sex, without either of us saying anything.

I was close to coming when waitress came back to collect our empty plates, but I managed to gasp out an order for two coffees, and she didn't seem to notice. Michael looked at me and whispered "I love you Mommy" and I came as his spunk shot up and hit the underside of the table.

"Hi there, Susan, Michael. Out on your own tonight?"

Shit it was the pastor. My heart started pounding as I thought I was going to be caught in incest, and my life in the church would be over. I wondered if masturbation really counted as incest, though it was surely some sort of sin, but he didn't seem to notice anything. I explained that Tony and the girls were still away at their summer camps, so Michael and I had decided to give ourselves a bit of a treat. Fucking under the table - if only he'd known!

"It's so nice to see a mother and son still able to go out together. In many families the children seem to fall out with their parents. Well, I'll leave you to it ... no don't get up" the pastor said, which was just as well as Michael's limp cock covered in spunk would have become pretty obvious. "Just let me shake your hands."

I almost burst out laughing, as Michael put out his hand, and I saw my cum glistening on his fingers, as he shook hands with the pastor. I then shook his hand with mine which was still sticky with my son's sperm after I'd only had time to wipe it quickly on the seat. If only the pastor knew that his hand was now wet with both our sex juices, and just how close this mother and son had become! Incest in his parish, and he had practically touched it as it happened.

"I hope his wife doesn't have a good sense of smell" Michael said after the pastor had gone, and this time we both did burst out laughing.

I really wasn't yet ready to 'come out' as it were, but luckily Michael had a handkerchief in his pocket, so he was able to wipe himself off without using the serviette or the table cloth, which I suspected even our waitress would spot for what it was.

"Well Mommy, darling, are you ready to get your ass fucked now?" my son asked as we drove back home.

"I just hope your cock is strong enough son, because it'll take some forcing to get it through Mommy's tight asshole."

As soon as we got indoors, we rushed upstairs, both of us excited as kids at their first Christmas, at the prospect of our first back-door fuck. As it happened, though, we got a bit diverted.

"Take your clothes off, Mom, and kneel up on the bed and spread your butt" my son ordered.

"Hang on, son, Mommy needs a pee first, so I'll just go to the bathroom and be right back."

I headed into the bathroom, and had started to close the door when I felt it being pushed back against my hand.

"You're going to let your little boy watch you pee, Mommy. Take your clothes off, then let me watch."

I was getting pretty desperate by this time, and was sure I could feel a trickle of pee running down my leg, but I'd never even let my husband watch me like this. I started to feel degraded having to perform in front of someone, let alone my son, but then I decided, what the hell, I had already let my son fuck me, so why not let him see everything? I stood over the toilet, and peed into the bowl, making sure he could see the stream of yellow coming out of my pussy.

"Gee, Mom, that looks so gorgeous. You're so fucking sexy, did you know?"

I could see his cock was stiff in his trousers again, and he ripped his clothes off and started massaging my tits as he watched the last of my pee drip into the bowl. I reached for some tissue to wipe myself, but my son grabbed my hand and stopped me.

"Let me wipe you off, Mommy"

He pulled me to him, and pushed himself against me, so his cock went between my open legs, and was baptised with my last drops of pee.

"But I'm going to do it with my tongue, not paper. Get on the bed and open your cunt for me, Mommy dearest."

My eyes widened as I looked into his. Shit, not only was my son fucking me, but he was taking me to forbidden places I'd never been before, not even with my husband. I knew that some women swear that drinking their own pee is good for them, and I confess I'd once tasted mine, but I didn't believe the benefits, and no one else had ever asked to taste my pee. I was already aroused by the thought of my son's cock penetrating my ass, which I'd never let anyone else do, but what he was about to do sent new waves of excitement through my body. When you have a baby, you have to do everything for them, and here he was wanting to do the same for me.

I felt as if I was in a dream as I went over to the bed, trying to keep my legs together so that I didn't lose too many drips, then I laid back and pulled myself open. I could feel the wetness of my pee on my fingers, which made me happy that there would be enough left for my son to take in his mouth.

"That wet cunt looks so inviting, Mom, I just can't resist it"

He knelt up between my legs, bent his head over, and started licking my lips, my clit and the opening of my vagina where my pee hole was hidden away. I felt as if I was sinking out of control, as I felt an orgasm rushing towards me unexpectedly fast. I knew what we were doing was so wrong, but fuck, it was so enjoyable. As he moved his head up to mine, and he kissed me, letting me taste my own pee as well as my cunt juice in his mouth, and his fingers replaced his tongue on my clit, I came, letting out a massive scream, and jerking around so much it was all my son could do to stay on top of me.

"I love you, Mommy. You've got to let me do everything for you, however dirty you think it is."

"I love you too, son, and you know my body is yours, whenever and however you want it."

"Turn over then, Mom, and stick your ass in the air ready for my cock."

I was shaking as I got myself up, and knelt on the bed with my butt sticking up. Shaking partly from excitement, as I so wanted to feel my son's cock in my ass, but partly from fear of the same thing. It was something I'd never done, another big taboo that I'd be breaking, and I'd heard it could hurt.

"Don't worry, Mom, I've got some lube, sand I'll be gentle."

I felt him run his finger over the wrinkled circle of my ass, sending a pulse of electricity right through me. Then I felt the coldness of the lube, which he rubbed in to me, gently pushing his finger inside my ass to make it slippery for him.

"You're such a good son, Michael, and you look after your Momma so well. But now just ram that huge cock of yours in my ass, and fuck me hard until you come inside me."

Fuck! He did what I said, and as the head of his cock forced his way past my tight asshole, I got a belt of pain, yet also excitement, as I realised that his cock was inside me, in a place no one had ever been before, breaking all the rules of incest and sodomy which the church had drummed into me over the years. I loved it, as the pain turned to pleasure and I enjoyed the wickedness of it, and as my hand worked on my clit, taking me back towards another climax.

His cock was now sliding in and out of me smoothly, stretching my asshole wide, and I was determined that I would come as his spunk shot into the last of my holes. It was as well I went at it with energy, as I guess the tightness of my ass compared to my cunt made him come all too soon. As his spunk shot into my ass, he rammed himself right in me, and I felt his pulsating balls hit my hand, and I came again under my fingers.

I truly was a slut, I thought, as I writhed around in ecstasy, as I came with my son's cock deep in my ass. Was it really only a day ago when I was feeling sexually frustrated, and my son was just someone living back in the house before leaving and probably starting a family of his own? But now he'd fucked me in every hole, something no one else had ever done, and not only could I look forward to him fucking me many more times before he went back to college, I was absolutely determined that I'd fuck my younger son, and my twin daughters within the next few weeks.

"Push it out, Mom. Let me see my spunk coming out of your ass"

The voice brought me back to reality suddenly, and I loved the thought of him watching, so I pushed down, trying to squeeze my son's spunk out of my ass. That was where my inexperience caught up with me, though. The first thing that happened was I just gave out an enormous fart, and then as I looked between my legs, I could see that what was dripping out of me was as much brown as white. Shit, literally the ultimate humiliation and disgrace, and I went from a feeling exalted to one of shame and degradation.

"I'm sorry, son, I'm just ..."

"Oh, Mommy, what a dirty girl you are" he said, but yet he was laughing. "I guess you had to deal with my nappies when I was a baby, so I'm going to love doing the same for you. Go on, fart again, Mom. I remember how you used to tell me and Tony off when we did it as kids, and there's a forbidden thrill in watching and hearing you do it now."