Chapter 2

Mom and I were too busy the next few days to spend much time together. On Thursday, we snuggled on the couch and lightly kissed before retiring. In the middle of the night, I awoke to someone shaking my arm. “Get up, Evan,” Gran whispered.

Rubbing my eyes until fully conscious, I asked, “Is something wrong? Why’d you wake me?”

“Go to the kitchen and pour yourself a glass of orange juice. I’ll explain when you return,” Gran instructed. Just as I picked up my robe, she ordered, “No need for that. Walk out in your shorts.”

It made sense - it was late, and Mom would be in her room. The cool air felt refreshing, as it was warm in the house after a full day of the sun bearing down. The dim night lights above the baseboards provided enough light that I didn’t bump into anything along the way.

Rounding the corner into the kitchen, I stopped and froze. Mom stood on her tiptoes, reaching into a high cupboard to retrieve a glass. Mom’s light-blue nightie was the thinnest and skimpiest lingerie I’d ever seen. The backs of her legs were exposed while the bottoms of her rounded ass cheeks peeked out.

After retrieving a glass, she rested back on her heels, causing her hemline to drop a few inches. She turned and screeched, “Eek! Evan, you scared me.”

My widening eyes locked onto her dark, silver-dollar-sized areolas and nipples visibly strained against the sheen, silky material. Seeing my stare, she attempted to hide her charms by wrapping her arms around her breasts. My eyes lowered and stopped at Mom’s hairy mound, barely concealed under the thin material. My cock sprang to attention, and when I looked back at Mom’s face, her gaze was locked on my bulging underwear.

Breaking the uncomfortable, yet erotic, moment of silence, I stammered, “Sorry, Mom. It’s so warm, I came in for a drink of orange juice.”

She relaxed and replied, “Me, too. We should have turned on the air conditioner. Grab a glass and sit. I’ll get the juice.”

After retrieving a glass, I turned and watched her open the refrigerator door. The inside bright light beamed through her nightie, giving me a perfect view of her rounded, full breasts. Before she could see me ogling her, I sat at the table. After closing the door, she poured our glasses full and took a seat.

As we talked, I struggled to maintain eye contact with Mom, my gaze continually drawn to her points of interest. After setting our glasses into the sink, she turned to me and lightly kissed me on my lips. “Goodnight, again,” she chuckled and trotted to her room.

Once I was out of earshot and on the way to my room, I spouted, “Jesus H. Christ, Mom! Nice fucking nightie!” I gripped my aching cock and excitedly pumped it. After shucking off my shorts, I headed for bed and abruptly stopped. Gran suddenly appeared, nude and on all fours. She knew how to take care of her grandson. Her black-haired pussy, framed between her creamy, splayed thighs, oozed slick juice. Her breathing quickened, while she anxiously awaited a hard pounding from my steel-hard ram.

Moving behind her, I lodged my cock into her crevice and eased into her. Her clinging cunt hungrily devoured my slithering snake. Once I hit bottom, I held her hips and pulled out partway before slamming back in. “Damn, your pussy is tight and wet. I love fucking you!” I exclaimed.

She huffed and puffed from her grandson’s voracious pounding. We rutted like animals for fifteen minutes, grinding our groins together while grunting and groaning.

Gran’s bucking hips almost escaped my grip when she madly humped to and fro. “Give it to me, Evan,” she screamed. “Use me like you would your mother. Shove your prick in deep and fill me. I’m cumming!”

Her pussy flooded my prick with slick juice while choking my shaft. My balls reciprocated and sprayed her insides with my seed. I continued to stroke long and hard until my reservoir ran dry. After I withdrew, I pulled her legs back until she plopped onto the bed. I snuggled next to her and wrapped my arm around her.

“That was awesome,” I said, cupping her breast.

“You’re a wonderful lover,” Gran replied, “It’s time for you and your mother to experience the magic and thrill of an intimate, incestuous relationship. You’re both ready.”

“I admit that I’m hesitant to advance too quickly,” I replied, mindful of my earlier misstep.

“You don’t have to worry. Your mom will understand that she needs to show you that she’s ready, as I did with your father. Rest now, sweetie.”

Once again, I woke up alone and refreshed, my mind still replaying the visual display of Mom’s near-nude body from the kitchen incident. During breakfast, we discussed our weekend plans, neither of us mentioning the erotic moment we had shared.

The day flew by and we were both so tired after a long week, we retired early Friday night.

I awakened early on Saturday, showered, and prepared breakfast. Mom arrived, hugged me, and sat at the table. While we ate, Gran’s chilly entrance alerted me. Her hot breath on the back of my neck warmed my entire body. Her hand reached around and untied my robe. Fortunately, my cottony belt was underneath the table, so Mom wouldn’t notice.

After cradling my balls for a minute, Gran’s delicate hand wrapped around my stiffening cock and stroked it, transforming it into hard granite. It took all my concentration to disguise my pleasure while talking to Mom. When Gran twisted my slick crown, I let out a yelp.

“What’s wrong?” Mom asked, perplexed by my sudden outburst. “Are you all right? You’re panting like you just finished a marathon.”

Gran resumed stroking, lessening the shocks of pleasure flowing through me. “You naughty boy,” Gran whispered. “You should tell her you’re dreaming about ramming your hard cock up her hairy pussy.”

I managed to compose myself, responding, “I bit my tongue, but I’m okay now. Sorry.”

Mom accepted my answer and resumed our conversation. Thankfully, Gran released me and moved to the sink. She wore a robe identical to Mom’s, exposing the same amount of leg. Dad walked up behind Gran, gripped her hemline, and flipped it onto her back. His robe matched mine, and I wondered if they dressed like us to covertly send me a message. He dropped his robe to the floor and jammed his jutting cock into his mother’s slick slot. My prick ached and remained stiff while watching them fuck behind Mom. I found it difficult to concentrate on Mom’s conversation for the next ten minutes while Dad hammered his mother.

“Fuck your mother hard, Drake!” Gran screamed. “I’m cumming!”

After Dad withdrew his still-hard, juice-covered cock, he pulled Gran up and turned her around. He shoved her robe off and lifted her onto his torso. She slid down onto his upright pole until fully inserted. She clung to him while he carried her toward the hallway. On the way past the table, Gran’s foot pushed Mom’s fork and knife to the floor. With my attention on the joined mother and son, I didn’t notice Mom ducking under the table to pick up her silverware.

“Oh, my!” Mom gasped. Instantly, I knew what had occurred. My rock-hard, upright cock was in plain sight. I couldn’t do anything without embarrassing either of us, so I decided to nonchalantly drink my coffee. Mom reappeared a few minutes later and resumed eating. She didn’t mention anything, but her beet-red face told me she had thoroughly checked out her son’s equipment. When we finished, Mom rose and gathered our dishes. “I’ll finish up here. Get changed, and we’ll clean the house,” she instructed.

She turned away, allowing me to close my robe and escape with my hard-on. On my way to my room, I heard noises coming from Mom’s room at the end of the hallway. I stealthily traipsed closer and peered in to see my grandmother’s ankles resting on Dad’s shoulders while he pummeled her horny hole. “Fill my pussy with cum. Harder! Pound it to me!” she screamed.

When his cheeks clenched, I knew he was filling his mother full. The remainder of the day passed at a sluggish pace. I couldn’t wait to join Mom in the living room for our nightly ritual. After dinner and our showers, we assumed our usual positions. Gran persuaded me not to wear underwear that night, allowing my cock free rein to be more comfortable.

Mom curled her legs up under her robe and leaned against me. My robe rose mid-thigh, allowing Mom to admire my exposed legs.

A sudden cool breeze swept through me, resulting in goosebumps on my legs. I didn’t want to dislodge my arm from around Mom to pull my robe down, but I didn’t need to bother. Mom noticed my dilemma and caressed my thigh with her hand as I had done for her at the park. While she sensuously stroked my leg, she cooed, “Poor baby, you’re chilled. Don’t worry. Mommy will make it better.”

Her fingers squeezed my muscles, venturing underneath my robe and moving higher with each stroke. Her fingertips were inches away from touching my ballsack. Long after the bumps had subsided, she spread her fingers and ran them through my leg hair. Looking up, she purred, “I love a hairy man.” She closed her fingers and playfully tugged before her hands resumed gliding across my heated flesh.

Locking my eyes with hers, I replied, “We’re two of a kind then. I like hairy women, too.” Seeing her puzzled look, I added, “Well, at least parts of them.”

Her face flushed with a shade of pink, knowing I had admired her natural bush a few nights before. When she resumed stroking my thigh, I massaged her scalp while we watched the movie. The temperature in the room abnormally escalated, and I suspected Gran had something to do with it. “It’s so warm in here. Don’t you want to take off your robe?” Mom asked. She caught me off-guard, as she had to know from my tented robe I wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

“No, I’m fine, Mom,” I replied.

After glancing at my bulge, she grinned, “I understand. Would it bother you if I removed mine?”

“No problem,” I answered. “It is becoming uncomfortably hot.” I figured she’d go to her room and change because I assumed she was nude underneath, but to my surprise, she leaned forward and removed her robe off her shoulders, revealing straps holding up nightwear.

“Help me, Evan,” she pleaded. She placed her hands on the couch and pushed up enough, so I could remove her garment. The fluffy robe blocked my view of her while I turned and tossed it on the other end of the couch. By the time I returned to my prior position, Mom had resumed snuggling.

My prick bobbed when I gazed at Mom’s nipples straining against the thin nightie, the same translucent blue one from our late-night encounter in the kitchen. Her head, resting on my shoulder, shook while she giggled, witnessing my robe bounce. She was well aware of the effect she had on me.

Her hand returned to my thigh and slowly caressed it while we watched the show. While massaging her scalp, I firmly held her head so she wouldn’t turn and catch me ogling her scantily-clad body. My cock achingly throbbed in reaction to Mom’s nipples hardening. Mom’s perky, thrusting tits prevented me from seeing anything lower.

Her puffy tips caught my attention as I recalled Dad twisting Gran’s nipples, explaining how it drove his mother and mine nuts. To avoid alerting Mom beforehand, I would need to carefully advance. My hand slowly drifted downwards. When I gently squeezed her soft neck, it startled her, causing her hand to jerk upward under my robe. Her hand slid along my upper thigh and didn’t stop until her fingers lodged underneath my ballsack. My heavy balls rested on top of Mom’s hand. We both ceased movement, uncertain of how to proceed.

When she didn’t remove her hand, I gently caressed her neck. Her fingers squeezed and ventured to the uppermost part of my thigh while bumping my balls with the top of her hand. Her engorged nipples became even fuller, and it looked like the perfect time to grip one and twist it.

Before I could act, she removed her hand, stood, walked to the hall, and softly said, “I’m heading for bed, Evan. Thanks for a wonderful evening.”

“Okay, Mom,” I replied, waiting for her to walk away, so I could sneak to my room, hiding my upright boner.

Rather than proceeding to her room, she swiveled around and asked, “Don’t I get a goodnight hug?” Her husky, seductive voice reeked of carnal lust.

She didn’t attempt to cover her sexy, nearly-nude body, extending her arms out to embrace me. I rose and slowly meandered toward Mom, my focus alternating from her brown bush to her hard nipples, both lewdly visible beneath her see-through nightie. Her arms wrapped around my back and yanked me against her soft body, more forcefully than usual. I kissed her tenderly and said, “I love you, Mom.”

Her eyes misted, and just as I thought she’d flee, one hand rose and guided my head to hers. Our eyes remained open while looking into each other’s souls. Mom’s lips quivered as they mashed against mine. Rather than releasing me, her hand pulled my head tighter before opening her mouth and swishing her tongue along my lips. Her eyes filled with lust, while her kissing intensified. She moaned in my mouth when my tongue met and danced with hers.

Her other arm, on my lower back, applied pressure, melding us closer together. My hands descended lower, halting on the sides of her breasts. Her pupils widened when she felt my fingers creeping across her mounds. Before she could interrupt my journey, my fingers dashed for the prize, capturing both nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. As soon as I gently squeezed them, Mom responded immediately.

Her tongue and mouth ravaged mine while her hand on my back lowered to my ass. She grasped one cheek and jerked me against her. My prick, pointing skyward, pushed into her soft stomach. We kissed as lovers, fucking each other’s mouths with our hard tongues. When I twisted her puffy nipples, her body clenched and froze with excitement for a few seconds before resuming her kiss. She released my butt, reached around, and snuck her hand through my robe. Her fingers searched, found, and then wrapped themselves around my thick prick. She explored my veiny, stiff shaft, before squeezing and stroking my rock-hard cock.

Each time I flicked and teased her nipples, she gripped my spongy head and twisted it as if she were unscrewing a bottle top. Unable to inhale air fast enough through our nostrils, we eased off for a breather. I released her sensitive tips and shifted my hands to stroke her back. Her facial expression relaxed before the reality of what we were doing hit her. She released my cock, and held my hands, squeezing them. She shuffled back a few inches and croaked, “I love you, too, Evan. Goodnight.”

She pivoted and slowly strutted to the end of the hall, displaying her swaying, round ass cheeks. After opening her door, she paused, turned, flashed me a sexy smirk, and stood for a few seconds before entering her room.

My robe was off by the time I entered my room. I tossed it to the floor, so I could relieve my aching cock. Before I could plop into bed, Gran materialized, wearing the same outfit as the first time I saw her. “What are you doing? Couldn’t you see that your mother needs you?” she asked.

“I didn’t want to blow it like my first kiss,” I stammered. “Do you think Mom is ready?”

Gran rolled her eyes and ordered, “March your ass down to Emily’s room and fuck your horny mother. Now!” Without replying, I turned and walked down the hall. Light beaming out of Mom’s open doorway was out of the ordinary. I thought, “Did she purposely leave it open?”

As I approached her room, I could hear soft groans emanating from within. Stealthily entering, my prick lewdly jounced up and down, pointing the way to its target. I moved to the end of the bed and looked down at my beautiful, nude mother. Her knees, high in the air, widened outward while her fingers ran up and down her juicy slot. Her leaking juices matted down her brown bush. Her sudden grunt caught my attention, and when I looked up, I saw her tightly sealed eyes along with her lust-filled face. Her mind was deep in the throes of a sexual fantasy.

Her creamy thighs beckoned me as I licked my lips, ready to feast on her flesh. I carefully crawled onto the bed, leaned down, and kissed her upper thigh while squeezing the other. Her fingers didn’t stop, but she acknowledged my presence by groaning, “No, Evan. You shouldn’t be touching me there.”

I stroked one thigh, while my mouth licked and sucked to the top of her other. She widened her legs to encourage me, despite her faux objections. “Your thighs are so luscious, Mom. I can’t get enough of them. You’re so beautiful. I love you so much. Let me help you.”

She replied with a loud, guttural moan and moved her hands to the bed, clenching the sheets. Her strong pussy scent drove me crazy with lust, while my mouth explored every inch of her succulent legs. With the side of my face plastered against her hairy muff, I sucked in a large amount of soft muscle, causing her thigh to shiver with delight. Although I would have loved to have spent an hour worshiping her legs, her moaning and humping hips prompted me to taste the main dish. Pulling off, I ran my fingers through her bush, captured her fur, and opened her gash.

“Your pussy is beautiful, Mom. Are you ready for your son to send you to heaven?” I asked, taunting my sex-starved mother.

“No...” she faintly murmured, unconvincingly.

Leaning down, my lips wrapped around her engorged labia. Her hands gripped my head, pulling me to her hungry snatch, revealing her deepest desire. She craved attention from her son, and her son was determined to please her. I alternated between licking her outer lips to driving my tongue deep into her slot. Her panting and moaning filled the room while I paid homage to my mother’s furry, sacred treasure.

“You’re driving me nuts!” Mom screeched. “Suck Mommy’s pussy. I love your mouth and tongue.”

After ten minutes of licking and tongue-fucking Mom’s leaking gash, her hips bucked as she neared her climax. My lips surrounded her puffy clit and squeezed while rapidly jamming three fingers in and out of her overheated oven.

“Oh, god! That’s all I can take!” she screamed. Her body stiffened while her spewing slot shivered with excitement. “Fuck! I’m cumming on my son’s face. It feels so damn good!” I lowered my mouth to drink her sweet nectar, pouring out of her convulsing pussy.

After her body relaxed, I kissed upward, across her smooth, sunken stomach, before cupping her motherly mounds. While squeezing and exploring my mother’s creamy tits, I panted, “Your breasts are soft and firm, Mom. I could play with these forever.”

“They’re all yours, honey. It’s been so long since I’ve cum so hard. You deserve everything,” Mom gushed.

While my hands caressed her tits, my mouth licked and sucked them, avoiding contact with her sensitive tips. Mom’s breathing rate increased, savoring her son’s attention.

Her puffy, dark-brown nipples looked like chocolate kisses, distinctly contrasting against her alabaster mounds of joy. My mouth watered while thinking about chewing on her delectable nubs. I wanted nothing more than to bond with Mom as we did in my childhood. “Mom, I can’t wait any longer. I have to suck your tits.”

Mom’s breasts expanded when she inhaled deeply. “Return to Mommy. Nurse from me, honey.”

As soon as my lips locked onto her swollen nub, her hand held my head tightly to her bosom. While I lightly bit her excited tip, my other hand squeezed and twisted her other nipple. Her body reacted, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Dad was right about how to release Mom’s hidden inner lust. Her hands traveled through my hair and down my back, gripping chunks of my flesh. I felt her heart racing, while her breasts heaved, her breaths short and rapid. Both of us were ready to commit to the final, and forbidden, act of incestuous love.

After releasing her tits, I crawled up to face my beautiful mother. With my cock nestled on top of her mound of fur, her upright legs squeezed and trapped my body. Her expression reflected the love we both held for each other. “Mom, I love you and have wanted this for a long time. It’s better than I could’ve ever imagined,” I blubbered, spilling my long-hidden feelings.

“I love you, too,” Mom replied. “Take me and make us one. Make love to your mother.”

Our lips met briefly before releasing, exactly like our kiss after watching the French movie. Her smile widened, reliving the erotic moment.

“Mom, If you’re ready to change our lives forever, show me and stick my cock into the place of my birth.”

Her smile widened before lustfully pleading, “Kiss me, my love.”