Cumming Home

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Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Reluctant, Incest, Mother, Son, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Petting, Sex Toys, Squirting, Cream Pie, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, .

Desc: Incest Sex Story: Jack's loss of a job brings him back to stay with his folks, producing unexpected, but very pleasurable results

It had never been my intention to move back home after I had moved out and gotten a place of my own. But times were hard at the moment, for everyone. Having only graduated from high school the year before, I had managed to land a fairly decent job in construction. The problem with that was, when money for jobs dried up, there were layoffs. And I was amongst the first to be let go. Unable to afford the rent, I had no choice but to ask my folks if I could come back home to live until I could find another job and get back onto my feet again.

They were of course happy to help me out, letting me come back. But there was one small little problem. The bedroom I had had down stairs was half way through the process of being expanded into an even bigger family room than we'd had. Dad had already knocked out the wall separating the two, so I no longer had the privacy of a closed door. And since dad hadn't as yet bought the pool table he'd been planning on putting in there, I still had a place to put my bed along with a single dresser and night stand. But like I said, the odd part was seeing them on one side of the room watching TV, and if I'd decided to go to bed early, trying to do so on my side of a somewhat darkened room. Though they very often at least turned the sound down on the TV. After a few days of this awkwardness, mom eventually convinced dad to finish watching the news in their bedroom on the smaller TV they had up there. But at least then I could turn the lights out and go to sleep.

The other problem I hadn't really been aware of until coming back home was that mom and dad didn't seem to be getting along very well. It wasn't like they hadn't argued or discussed things loudly in the past. They had from time to time. Now ... they were hardly even speaking. At least then, you felt like they were working through whatever problems any married couple might have. But now, it was more like they were merely existing, tolerating one another more than anything else. There were even times when dad stayed out later than usual with his buddies from work. Something he had never done. And on those nights after mom had come down to spend some time with me alone in the den as we watched TV, I sometimes caught her trying to hold back a sniffle. I would ask if she was ok, if there was anything I could do, or if there was anything she wanted to talk about. But there never was. All she ever told me was that she was just dealing with things, and in time, she'd be all right. But after a few weeks of this, she hadn't. If anything, it seemed to be getting worse and worse. Though no one was saying anything, I was reasonably certain that they were headed for divorce. The tiny bit of affection I had once seen between them was no longer existent. And like I said, dad was spending more and more time away from home.

As for me I was growing a bit restless myself. Unemployed, it seemed like a lifetime had passed since I'd even been out on a date. I couldn't afford it for one thing, and for another, ever since my high school sweetheart and I had broken up, I'd been too busy working up until then to even think about dating or meeting anyone else. As it was, I was being a bit moody myself one particular evening, though the honest to gods truth was, I was simply horny. Mom had stayed down in the den with me a bit longer than usual watching TV. I was waiting for her to go on up to bed so I could stretch out on the couch, put in an x-rated movie I had borrowed from a friend, and then lay there in the semi-darkness and stroke myself off. But the part I was really struggling with, my own mother was partially the cause of that horniness, and that was eating at me too.

For one, she still looked damn good in a tight pair of jeans. Mom still wore her dark hair long, and it looked good on her. Not to mention the fact she also had a nice set of boobs. I know because I'd accidentally seen them a few times, the last not that far back, just before I'd left home. I had gone upstairs to take a shower, saw the bathroom door partially open and assumed it was free. I walked in just as she was getting out of the tub. In the awkwardness of the moment, all she could do was stand there, politely asking me to hand her a towel, which I did. But not before getting a pretty good eye-full of her as she stood there. So like I said, mom had a pretty nice rack as I remembered, and suddenly that had been the image that had filled my head that evening when she came down stairs to watch TV with me.

In the evening, we both tended to get "comfy" as it were, which was no different than normal. For me it consisted of me wearing my boxers and tee shirt, which wasn't a problem, as my boxers didn't have the constantly open fly in them. For mom, it was usually a pair of sleeping shorts and a loose nightshirt. But this particular evening, for whatever reason, she had come downstairs in a simple pair of white cotton panties and a tighter than normal men's tee-shirt that clearly revealed the shapely form of her breasts hidden beneath it. Trying to keep my eyes focused on the TV and not on her had been a monumental task, especially when I kept feeling my cock harden and had to constantly fight it back down again short of embarrassing myself.

"I hope you don't mind my coming down here dressed like this," she'd begun. "But it's partially your fault that I did too," she said somewhat jokingly. It was obvious she knew she was dressed a bit more revealingly than usual.

"Oh? And why's that?" I had asked.

"Because you forgot to take your clothes out of the washer," she told me. "So I had to in order to wash mine. And now they're waiting their turn in the dryer," she explained.

"God, sorry!" I said realizing I had forgotten to do that. It had always been a rule, and one of my own chores to ensure I did my own laundry. Not that I minded doing that as I didn't. Especially as I didn't have to then explain the inordinate amount of used hankies I kept putting in there. It was that very thought which caused me to look over towards the folding table, and sure enough, there were my clothes all neatly folded and ready to be put away. Including an obvious stack of "cum-hankies" as I thought of them. Mom followed my gaze over towards the table.

"You know Jack, it's funny, but I don't recall you running around blowing your nose all the time," she said with a really weird grin on her face. "Especially for all the hankies you seem to go through," she added. I know my face was beet red, I could feel the heat in it, though words failed me. Especially when she sort of changed subjects, without really changing them. "Been a while since you've been out on a date hasn't it? You seeing anyone?" she then asked curiously.

"Ah no, not recently no," I answered feeling flustered. "No sense in it at the moment, couldn't afford to take anyone out now anyway, even if I did know anyone I could go out with."

She sat in silence thinking about that for a few moments. "Yeah, sort of hard being alone," she said just under her breath, but then I sensed she really wasn't talking about me any more either. Then she brightened and smiled looking at me. "So sometimes, we do whatever it is we need to do to get by in the meantime," she then said, and once again reminded me to put my clean clothes away before going to bed, taking it full circle. "And speaking of which, I think I'll go ahead and go on up now," she told me. As expected, and as she usually did, mom leaned over to give me a kiss goodnight. We had always kissed on the lips, not just cheek pecks, so that wasn't so unusual. What was, her lips lingered for maybe a fraction of a second longer than usual. That was. And I even found my eyes closed a bit longer afterwards, almost afraid to open them and see her looking at me. But by then she had already stood up and began to leave the room, stopping briefly in the hallway before heading upstairs. "Don't forget, we're going to paint the downstairs bathroom tomorrow," she reminded. "So don't plan on sleeping in all morning, we've got work to do." She smiled once again, and then finally climbed up the stairs. I sat there watching her until she was out of sight, admiring the tightness in her ass, the fullness of her somewhat hidden breasts, along with the reminder to put my "cum hankies" away.

"Dumbass," I thought to myself, once again feeling a little embarrassed though thankfully she hadn't come right out and pointed a finger at me for the stack of them. But I also knew, she knew damn well what I'd been using them for. That in fact made me laugh as I got up long enough to walk over to the table and grab one to use to clean myself up with afterwards. I took another quick peek up the stairs, saw she had already turned off the kitchen light on her way up to her bedroom. I then turned down the sound on the TV, and inserted one of the x-rated movies I'd borrowed. It was in fact a pretty hot one. Perhaps more so as one of the women in it reminded me a lot of my mother. I had finally settled down comfortably on the couch, cock in hand, stroking it. At one point I thought I had heard something, even turning to look up back over the couch, but the light upstairs was still off. Thinking nothing more of it, I went back to enjoying the feel my hand was giving my prick, watching the TV. I was soon cumming, enjoying a nice glorious spurt, after which I lay there for a moment just basking in the afterglow when I heard one of the upstairs floorboards creak. I again spun around, but the light was still off and I couldn't see anything. But I also knew having heard it, that it had meant someone was just coming down, or someone ... had just barely made it back up.

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