Chapter 1

Author’s note: This story includes incestuous unprotected sex with a mother, her son and her sister. It includes the intention of pregnancy and does not include anal. This story was posted on my literotica account under the title “Two Sisters for Sarah” before I closed it.

“Mom, I’m home,” I yelled, entering our house after a three-month stay at business school. My hands were full, laden down with my laptop bag and my knapsack full of clothes. Mom ran from the kitchen, looking as lovely as ever, and embraced me, hugging me tightly. I dropped my bags and reciprocated her hug. Her warm cheek pressed against mine while her scented hair draped over my reddening face. As usual, Mom’s close presence woke up my prick.

Her soft breasts pressed into me along with her natural scent reminded me of how much I missed being with Mom, the woman I was in love with. Her hair smelled of Plumeria blossoms and wasn’t lost on me. She purchased a bottle of expensive shampoo in Hawaii during a vacation we had taken years before. I knew she only used it sparingly, saving it for special occasions. It warmed my heart that she thought enough of my homecoming to warrant using it.

I backed my pelvis off so my raging hard-on wouldn’t disrupt our moment. Her hands held the sides of my face, while her beautiful brown eyes penetrated my soul.

“Billy, I’ve missed you so much,” she gushed, displaying the smile that always sent a chill down my spine. “We have so much to get caught up on. Unpack your bags and let’s talk before we sit down for dinner.”

“Sure, Mom. It’ll just take a sec. I’ve missed you, too. Dinner smells like you’re cooking up my favorite meal.”

She leaned in, gave me a sweet peck on the cheek, and whispered, “I planned a special night for your homecoming, including dinner. I’ve been looking forward to this moment for weeks.”

She turned and left for the kitchen while I headed to my room.

While I unpacked, I reminisced as to how much Mom had gone through, since Dad died a few years ago. He worked himself into an early grave, starting up a business and spending all of his time building it up, not allowing anyone to help him manage it. Long hours, bad lunches, and non-stop stress took their toll, which left Mom to take over the business along with the burden of raising me.

She’s smart and had no problem assuming control and promoting trustworthy people to key management positions. Eventually, she distanced herself from the business, allowing her to devote her time to raising me.

Our bonding grew closer through those years, doing everything together, including taking vacations to scenic attractions. We dedicated the weekends to dining out at different restaurants or visiting the local attractions.

Before graduating from high school, Mom asked me whether I wanted to start at her business right away or if I wanted to pursue a career of my own. My personal preference would have been to stay at home and work with her, but I feared that my lustful cravings for my mother might surface and if Mom didn’t share my feelings, it could end up jeopardizing our relationship.

I also hated to see my mom tied down to the business, while caring for me. She hadn’t dated since Dad’s passing and her only relationship since then was with me. I decided that if I took a year-long course at a business school, it would provide her a chance to pursue a relationship and at the same time, open up an opportunity for me to find someone.

When I informed her of my decision, she appeared to be a little upset but told me she understood that I needed to explore other options. She helped me pick out a curriculum that would be useful in any business, including hers. She assisted me in filling out the applications and even went with me to the campus to finalize the paperwork and inspect my dormitory room. She paid for everything and offered to spring for a more expensive private room, but I told her a roommate would be fine, enabling me to fit in better.

After high school graduation, I started immediately at the business school and remained there for several months before returning home. Mom and I video chatted on our computers, but seeing her in person again was always better. We spent the whole weekend together, relating the events of the past few months. It surprised me to learn that she still hadn’t dated, but devoted her free time at work and spending her free time with her sister, Aunt Kathy.

I reluctantly returned to school Sunday night for the next week’s classes. I repeated this several more times until Mom suggested I come home each weekend. I could do my homework in her office as she didn’t spend a lot of time on business anymore. Her cheerful eyes plus the thought of spending more with her persuaded me to abide by her wishes.

This didn’t solve my initial problem — hoping Mom would pursue a relationship plus I might find someone to take my mind off my hot Mom. I dated a few girls at school but none of them compared with Mom and I soon broke up with them. I couldn’t talk with any of them the same way I connected with Mom or have as much fun.

My daydream abruptly ended when Mom yelled, “What’s taking so long, Billy? I’m getting lonely out here.” Her cheerful giggling followed and I dropped everything to join her on the couch.

Once I settled beside her, my eyes traveled to her exposed long, shapely legs. Previously, she had preferred wearing longer skirts, due to her height of almost six feet. When my gaze shifted to her face, her warm smile had its usual effect on me, a combination of calming and excitement. She’s thirty-six but looks like she’s in her late twenties.

“Only two months to go, Billy,” Mom exclaimed. “I can’t wait until you’re back home permanently.” She had always talked with her hands, waving them while she described things. It was a little out of ordinary when she touched my shoulders several times while conversing. I reasoned that it was due from the excitement of the moment, but I also hoped she intentionally flirted.

“So, tell me. Have you met up with an attractive coed yet?” she asked.

I smiled, expecting her question, as it was traditional for her to ask me each time I returned home. “No,” I replied. “No one serious. I’ve been a little busy, preparing to conclude my studies.”

Her expression saddened, but turned cheerful when she changed topics. After another twenty minutes, she announced, “Dinner’s ready. Let’s eat.”

Sitting across from each other allowed me to appreciate her exquisite beauty. Her shiny, shoulder-length black hair, reflecting the light, perfectly framed her heart-shaped face. My eyes lingered on her full lips that I had often dreamed of kissing.

My leering stares were more frequent than usual, making up for the time I’d been away. She looked up, catching me a couple of times, and smiled without saying anything.

We fell back to our routine of going out for a fun activity before coming home to watch a show or do some housework. I worked on my studies in the office, and when finished she would work on her business or video chat with her sister. I only needed a couple of hours to finish my work as I was pretty far ahead in all of my classes.

The next weekend Mom picked a restaurant featuring a dance floor. Canned slow music played for the patrons. I’d never danced and Mom knew it. We ate and while we waited for the check, Mom urged, “Billy, you should learn to dance. Girls like it and it might help you meet them.”

“Mom, that might have been the case years ago, but girls don’t slow dance anymore,” I argued. “Guys my age don’t dance with their mothers either. Anyway, I’d probably hurt you. I’m sure I’d be a horrible dancer.”

“Nonsense, sweetie. Ladies love to dance and enjoy being held by their man. I’ll teach you. There are only a few couples here and no one is going to know you’re my son. Don’t worry, we’ll take it slow and before you know it, you’ll have the hang of it,” she seductively pleaded. She stood and walked to my side of the table.

I loved the thought of holding Mom close to me, but I didn’t want to appear too eager. When we moved to the floor, she wrapped her right arm around me and with her other hand, she gripped my right hand. I held her as you would when slow dancing.

“Watch my feet and I’ll take you through a few basic steps,” she instructed.

Glancing down, my eyes lingered on her tight blouse. The outline of her bra pressed against the material and I felt the familiar tingle in my groin, gazing upon her good-sized tits. The gap at the top, exposing the deep valley between her mounds, added fuel to my horny condition.

“Ouch, pay attention, Billy,” she exclaimed. Shifting my eyes from her top to the floor, I followed her instructions.

“Sorry, Mom,” I apologized. “I warned you I wasn’t very good.”

She slowed her pace, which didn’t help much as I continued to misstep. When we laughed at how bad I was, my eyes drifted back up to her jiggling blouse. Eventually, I became better and even took the lead for a song.

“Billy, you picked it up fast,” Mom praised my progress. “Now, look at my face while we dance. A girl likes to be appreciated while her date leads her around the floor.”

I gladly locked eyes with her and wondered what she was thinking about as we stared at each other. If I had my way, we’d be there all night with my mother. Holding me closer, she rested her head against mine. It was hard to see through the hair that had fallen in my face but I didn’t attempt to push it aside. The scent of her shampoo excited me.

Whispering in her ear I asked, “Mom, did you use the Plumeria shampoo from our Hawaii vacation? It smells good. You know it’s one of my favorites, don’t you? It brings back memories from our vacation.”

I felt her hot breath when she whispered, “Yes it is, I’m glad you noticed. I use it on special occasions. That was our first trip together after your dad died. You were very supportive and helped me through a tough time. I always think of you when I shampoo with it and save it for when I’m with you.”

She pressed her head closer to mine and held me tightly. We had transitioned from dancing to swaying back and forth, enjoying the close contact. When the song finished, we stopped and held each other for a moment before Mom pulled back and kissed me on the cheek.

“Thanks, Billy. You were really good. Any girl would be thrilled to dance with you,” she sincerely said.

“I only care about one girl being elated and that’s you, Mom,” I professed as my eyes locked onto hers.

I couldn’t interpret her blushing expression. “Was it excitement or was it fear?” I asked myself. “Had I gone too far?” I didn’t have much time to contemplate it as she led me back to the table.

We returned home, took our showers and began our nightly routine. I wore my robe in the evenings and Mom usually wore comfortable sweats and on occasion a robe that ended at her knees. It was thick enough I couldn’t tell if a bra was underneath.

Finishing my homework one night, Mom snuck up behind me. When I felt her hands massaging my shoulders, goosebumps immediately popped up on my arms. I enjoyed her gentle caressing for a few minutes before saying, “Mom, that feels really good, I was tenser than I thought.”

She replied, “You were concentrating on your work so hard you hardly noticed me coming in. You looked like you could relax. I don’t want you to work yourself to death like your father did. I want you to enjoy life to the fullest.”

When I completed my homework, her fingers ceased movement. Thinking we were done, I said, “I’m finished for tonight, Mom. I think I’ll watch some TV before hitting the sack.”

She ran her hands up my neck and through my hair, massaging my scalp with her long, strong fingers. It felt wonderful and I shivered from her contact. When I involuntarily moaned, Mom noted, “Boy, someone really enjoys a head rub.”

“Yeah, that feels wonderful Mom,” I professed. “Your fingers are so talented. You’re spoiling me more than usual.”

“That’s my devious plan. Bribing you to get free labor,” she laughingly disclosed. Leaning down, she kissed me on my neck and left the room.

I went to the living room and watched a show. After a few moments, Mom excused herself to video chat with her sister in her office. Their close-knit relationship was evident from their spirited talks, always filling the room with laughter.

Watching them closely interact, I often wondered if they had sexually experimented when they were younger. They seemed closer than most sisters and adding to my suspicion, she’d close the door during some of their chats.

After their call ended, Mom joined me in the living room, settling beside me on the couch. She appeared tired and I felt her weight against me as she rested her head on my shoulder. Her breathing turned slow and deep as she dozed off and on. This gave me a chance to admire her exposed legs. Her robe had risen up far enough to expose her firm and lean thighs. I found it difficult to resist reaching down to caress them or better yet, lean down and suck a chunk of her firm thigh flesh.

She woke up, kissed me on the cheek, bid me goodnight, and headed off to her bedroom. I retired to my room and was finally able to sleep after stroking off a big load, envisioning her luscious legs.

After that night, she repeated massaging my shoulders and head each night I studied. The weekends flew by and all week at school, my thoughts filled with returning home to Mom.

One weekend, she insisted on dancing again. I enjoyed the romantic evening and my dancing skills slowly improved with greater confidence. Later in the evening, when Mom chatted with my aunt, I walked up behind her and massaged her shoulders as she had done to me. She jumped and yelped from my contact.

Aunt Kathy asked, “What’s wrong, Sis? Are you feeling okay?” Only Mom’s face appeared on my aunt’s screen, so she didn’t know I was the cause of Mom’s shriek.

Mom replied, “It’s nothing. I’ve been a little tense today, but I’m already feeling better.”

That was the only encouragement I needed to continue caressing her. Both of us wore robes and although the thick cotton prevented me from touching her bare skin, it still felt great.

I continued to caress her, looking over her shoulder to see her robe part as my hands shifted her fabric. The tops of her breasts became visible as I worked on her shoulders. After my fingers dug in deeper, the material slid to the sides. Her bra peeked out, surprising me as I had always fantasized she was braless under her robe. It wasn’t upsetting enough to keep my prick from becoming stiff.

While I leaned over, admiring her cleavage, I noticed Mom glancing past the monitor a few times. I continued kneading when I saw her look up again, so I looked up to see what she was looking at. It was a mirror. I forgot she had one hanging on the wall in her office. Its reflection showed Mom in front of the monitor, talking to her sister like nothing had happened. It appeared Mom didn’t mind me leering at her attributes.

When she finished her call, my fingers traveled up the back of her head as she had done to me ... I marveled at how well it felt to run my fingers through her silky hair across her sensitive scalp. Goosebumps appeared on her arms and I knew exactly how she felt.

I concluded my massage by kissing her on the nape of her neck. My lips lingered on her smooth skin while I inhaled deeply, drinking in her clean scent. She didn’t object and didn’t reprimand me for overtly staring at her tits, before moving to the living room.

After an hour watching TV, we retired to our bedrooms where I frantically beat my prick to a pulp as I did every night after being with Mom.

The next weekend we continued our routine of going out together, ending the day by relaxing in our robes. Mom didn’t further advance our discreet flirting, seemingly content to continue our mutual massaging and the romantic snuggling on the couch afterward.

Saturday evening arrived, and while Mom video chatted with my aunt, I massaged her, and as usual, tried to sneak a glimpse of her front. Her light blue bra was by far my favorite and after leering for longer than usual, I looked up at the mirror and saw Mom staring at me, still talking to Kathy.

She didn’t react, lowering her eyes to the monitor. A wide smile appeared as she continued her conversation with Aunt Kathy. She either approved of my leering or she didn’t want to embarrass me — I hoped for the former.

Sunday wouldn’t proceed fast enough for me, anxious for our office time. I showered earlier than normal and immediately worked on the office computer. After finishing, I blankly stared at the monitor waiting for Mom’s arrival.

When she appeared, I acted as if I was studying. After a few minutes, Mom shifted the fabric aside and massaged my bare shoulders and neck with her hot, petite hands. Fortunately, she couldn’t observe the sudden jerk of my prick in response to her sensuous stroking. Her hands felt so comforting, I fell into a trance, unable to comprehend anything displayed on the monitor.

After she finished and I moved out of the chair, she sat down immediately and called her sister. After they conversed for a bit, I decided to replicate her actions. I pushed the soft material to the side and kneaded her bare shoulders. She didn’t jump this time, continuing to talk and laugh with her sister.

At one point in the conversation, Aunt Kathy stated, “Bev, I sense something has improved in your life. You seem much happier than normal for the last few times we’ve talked. Tell me some lucky guy has become your boyfriend.”

Mom replied, “No, nothing like that. I’m just in a good place with my life and have really been enjoying the weekends with my son.”

My aunt didn’t pursue the conversation, changing topics. While I caressed Mom’s smooth skin, I coyly shifted the material outward, so her robe would part. I wondered about the color of her bra, hoping it would be the blue one.

As I continued to caress her shoulders, she laughed over a story her sister related to her. She leaned closer to the monitor, resulting in her robe opening without my help.

I leaned over and was shocked, yet excited to see she was braless. The material pulled out far enough, where I could see the insides of her meaty globes, her nipples barely hidden. She remained hunched over and my gaze remained on her display, knowing she couldn’t see me in the mirror. My prick turned to stone, my lust increasing.

When the call ended, she straightened up and I quickly backed off so she wouldn’t notice my inappropriate behavior. After massaging her scalp, I bent down to kiss her neck and inhaled the sweet scent of Plumeria blossoms. I knew immediately why she used it. It was for special occasions and flashing your bare tits to your son fit the bill perfectly.

Our time on the couch after the office ritual went as usual with Mom resting against me. After a few minutes, she brought her arm around me to be more comfortable and I reciprocated, holding her while she relaxed. My eyes traveled from her legs, up to her robe opening which was split far enough apart to again show the inside edges of her bare breasts. Too quickly, she woke up and reached over to kiss my cheek. I turned to face her and our lips met. Surprisingly, she didn’t withdraw, her moist, soft lips lingering for several seconds before releasing me.