Chapter 5

Several hours later, Mom arrived, just in time to share lunch with me. Afterward, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease, anticipating the grilling my daughter had mentioned was looming. “Mom,” I inquired, “Maria dropped a hint that you wanted to talk to me. Is there something on your mind?”

Drawing closer, she nuzzled into my neck, sniffing a whiff before delivering her candid assessment. “Before we dive in, you need to wash off the remnants of whatever you two did last night.”

Not wanting to get on the wrong side of my mother, I marched into the shower and scrubbed myself. After drying, I walked into the bedroom nude to find Mom waiting for me, cloaked in a short, cotton robe. Before I could dress, she ordered, “Sit on the bed. I want to discuss your relationship with Molly.”

Fearing the worst, I settled in and braced myself. She moved a chair by the bed and as soon as she plopped down, her hands soothingly stroked my legs. “Molly explained that she knew deep down that you weren’t in love with her as a person, but your lust for her body convinced you to remain with her. She admitted that she might have felt the same way toward you and understands how difficult it was to break up. She described your interactions that final day and I think I can shed some light on your conflicted feelings.”

“Sure, Mom, but I think I already have a handle on how I felt, watching my wife fuck another man,” I responded.

“Mouth, young man,” Mom chastised me, but her sexy grin said otherwise. “What’s puzzling is that you catch a plumber on top of your wife, threading his pipe into her wet hole, but then afterward, you allow her to seduce you. Did you think she was telling the truth about it being a one-time thing?”

“No, not really,” I answered. “It was like my body froze. My mind spun around, trying to piece everything together and before I knew it, she was all over me.”

“That’s the way she described it, too. Kind of like this,” she said, pushing me flat on the bed. Before I could say anything, her mouth was already full of my cock, sucking it to hardness. She continued to caress my thighs, while her mouth expertly fucked my prick.

I groaned from the sudden pleasure and looked down at the sight of the top of my mother’s head bobbing up and down. Far too soon, she released me and straddled my legs, sitting upright. With lust in her eyes, she untied her belt and shrugged off her robe, revealing her shapely, nude body. “No more sneaking peeks at your mother,” Mom purred.

“You’re so beautiful, Mom,” I replied, my eyes lowering from her smiling face to her breasts, capped with hard, rubbery, brown tips. My sight followed her curvy body down to her groin resting on top of my thighs. My cock twitched when I saw her trimmed, brown bush covering her mound.

She scooted up and lowered down, smashing a breast onto my mouth. “Suck your mother’s tit, like you did as a child,” she croaked.

Hugging her tightly, I licked and sucked her nub as if I were milking her. When I squeezed and caressed her other tit with my hand, she groaned. After I switched tits, and nursed from her other one for several minutes, she slid backward, dragging her meaty mounds across my chest. When we were face-to-face, she kissed me and stated, “It wasn’t your fault that you couldn’t stop her from continuing. Lust is a powerful emotion and can’t be stopped. Do you remember what she did next?”

My rapid breathing stalled my response, and before I could answer, Mom’s slick, snug pussy swallowed the head of my cock. She pressed her mouth against mine, and with our eyes locked together, her pussy consumed more of my cock. She rocked her hips, pumping my cock in and out of her juicy slot. It was an indescribable feeling, fucking my mother for the first time. I humped up, burying my prick to the hilt.

She released my mouth and screamed, “Fuck, it’s as good as Molly described. I can’t believe your cock is completely in me.”

“Your pussy is so tight and wet, Mom. I love you so much,” I croaked.

Placing her hands on the bed, she rose and continued to ride my pole. Holding my ribs for support, she bucked up and down, as if riding a wild bronco. The expression on her face was one of pure lust. My hands grabbed her large, bouncing tits and squeezed them. She groaned as her chest heaved with excitement from riding her son’s cock while my hands played with her breasts.

She wildly slammed herself onto my rock-hard prick, screaming in ecstasy from our first incestuous fuck. “I can’t believe I’m fucking my son!” she exclaimed. “I love the way your cock fills me completely.” The room brimmed with the sounds of groaning and bare flesh slapping together.

Her body thrashed around and afraid she might fall off, I gripped her hips, digging my fingers into her soft flesh. Thrusting upward on her downstrokes increased the rate of our panting and moans as our bodies quickly raced toward an orgasm.

Fucking my mother was too much for me to attempt holding back. “Mom, I can’t last any longer. Your pussy is so wet and tight. Cum on your son’s cock!”

“Fill me up, baby!” Mom exclaimed. “I’m ready, too. Cum in your mother!”

I felt her body tense before her pussy tightened around my shaft. My cock erupted a glob of sticky semen, causing her walls to contract once more. Streams of cum shot out and bathed her fiery furnace, while our bodies ground together. Our pelvic areas were saturated with the combination of cum, filling the room with sloshing sounds as we reveled in the bliss of our illicit connection.

When our orgasms subsided, she lowered herself until our flesh melded together and sensuously kissed me. My deflated cock slipped out of her pussy, allowing a stream of cum to flow out of her drenched pussy, coating my balls.

“That was amazing, Mom. I’ve never cum so hard. You’ve certainly checked off one of the items on my list,” I admitted, snickering.

“It was one of mine, too,” she replied with a giggle. “Do you remember how you felt after your last time with Molly?”

“I do,” I confessed. “I was consumed by remorse when the gravity of the situation hit me. I despised myself for giving in to her charms so readily,” I added.

“Now, compare that feeling to the present,” she urged.

“It’s a complete shift,” I replied. “From a moral perspective, I should feel guilty for committing incest, but it’s quite the opposite. I feel nothing but love and I can tell from your face that you share the same emotions.”

“I do,” she agreed. “I love you so much and that’s what I wanted to explain to you. Lust by itself is a short-lived gratification, but making love with someone you’re deeply bonded with is a far greater experience.”

“I can’t believe you’re still teaching me as you did when growing up. I kick myself now, for not progressing beyond our flirting before I left home,” I stated, reflecting on the past.

“I was still your mother; married and faithful to your father,” she sternly stated. “Don’t feel regret, because I wouldn’t have allowed you to advance any further. My intent was to provide you with some material to feed your fantasies, but I must admit, it shaped some of my own in the process. But now, you can act out any you want, because I’m all yours.”

My cock twitched, hearing her sultry, sexy tone of lust. Rolling her over until she was flat on her back, I crawled between her spread legs and pressed my body onto hers. I cupped and squeezed her full mounds, trapped between our bodies, and kissed her gently. “If that’s the case, my first wish is to fulfill one of my most repeated masturbation fantasies,” I responded.

Kissing my way down to her meaty mounds, my lips latched onto a puffy nipple. Her breasts heaved, while I nursed from my mother. She widened her legs while raising her knees, preparing for the impaling she knew was coming. Her upright thighs pressed against my flesh as she groaned from my tit-sucking. She gasped, “Your desires are the same as mine, baby. Raw sex is good, but making love is so much better. Finalize bonding with me and claim your mother.”

Releasing her turgid tip with a pop, I crawled forward to kiss her, while my hand snaked between our joined flesh. Running my spread fingers through her pubic hair, I gently tugged and played with her tufts of silky strands. “I love your hairy pussy, Mom. I was never able to sneak a look at it but it’s exactly as I’d dreamed of.”

“So, you like it better than a smooth, bare mound, like your daughter’s?” she asked, gasping when my fingers slid through her slick slot.

“She told you?” I asked. “She was so horny, I felt I had to do something to relieve her.”

“My granddaughter and I have no secrets. She’s always confided in me and she didn’t know it, but it was another test. I suspected that she desired nothing more than to fuck her father, but I made her promise not to. I wanted to discuss it with you first.”

“I have to admit that it was a little weird,” I admitted. “You’re right when you explained that she’s no longer my little girl, but a grown woman with physical needs. I see her in an entirely different light now. We kissed as a man and woman in love last night and again this morning, not as a father and daughter. It was a breakthrough for both of us, exposing our raw incestuous desires. This morning, she came on to me so strong that I wanted to throw her down on the kitchen table and fuck her brains out.”

“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear,” Mom replied. “You’re ready for the final step in your relationship and commit your love to your daughter as you have with your mother. Tomorrow night, you’ll make love with your daughter and give her what she wants most in life — her father’s cock.”

My prick jerked with the thought of joining with my beautiful and sexy daughter. Seating my bloated head between Mom’s outer labia, I slowly slid into her matronly slot.

She moaned, while her pussy stretched and tightened around my ridged helmet.

“I love both of you so much, but right now I’m concentrating on taking care of my mother.”

“Ugh,” she grunted, her body tensing. I shoved my cock to the bottom, until my balls slapped against her ass, fully embedding my prick in her tight, creamy sleeve.

“This is why I wanted to wait a day. It may be selfish of me, but I want to enjoy your cock all night before sharing it,” Mom murmured.

“Don’t worry, Mom,” I consoled her. “I’m fucking you all night long. My first priority is to satisfy my MILF.”

We stared into each other’s souls, while I embellished the feel of Mom’s clinging channel. The protruding edge of my engorged head separated her snug walls with each stroke, sending ripples of pleasure through her fuming fissure. Maintaining a slow and steady rhythm, our bodies moved in synchronicity, as if we had been lovers our entire lives. I’d never felt so emotionally connected to a woman as I had with my mother.

“Oh fuck, this is so perfect,” Mom whimpered, churning her hips to change the angle of my prick to scrape across her erogenous zones. Our breaths were short and rapid as we kissed intermittently, while enjoying our blissful, incestuous union. Holding her shoulders, I pulled her into me, drilling her hungry pussy. She gasped for air each time my prick slammed into her clasping channel.

“So deep,” Mom gasped. “You’re fucking your mother so damn good. Keep fucking me hard, baby!”

Primitive passions overwhelmed us, as our bodies wildly humped and bucked together, filling the room with the sounds of familial flesh bumping together, mixed with our groans and grunts. Her lust-filled, pretty face, scrunched up with the telltale side of carnal lust, drove me to thrust harder. I arched my back, flexed my hips, and pounded my pile driver into her clenching channel.

We fucked in rhythmic unison, enjoying the torrid, sinful pleasure of our incestuous coupling. The bedsprings squeaked and creaked from the combined weight of our bodies madly bouncing on the mattress.

Her silky-smooth legs wrapped around my back, her ankles locking together. Tightening her strong legs, she arched her back and raised her ass off the bed to meet my thrusts. “Kiss me and cum in your mother!” Mom urged, her voice cracking with lust. “Mark your woman and fill me.”

Our tongues dueled and danced, while we neared our mutual orgasms. Her engorged outer labia clamped onto my cockroot with each stroke, vainly attempting to hold me in. Her pupils dilated, her eyes widened and her leg muscles shivered with the onset of her climax. Her expression of blissful, incestuous rapture triggered my orgasm. My body jerked when my prick exploded, ejecting a dollop of cum.

Her walls clamped down and held my cock prisoner. Pulling back, I thrust back into her, my prick pulsing while slamming through her vibrating, shivering pussy. Our bodies lewdly bounced off the bed as she pushed upward each time I pounded her ass into the mattress. She grunted loudly each time my prick jerked, her pussy convulsing and milking my cock. Neither of us wanted the moment to end, but it was inevitable as our bodies released endorphins, flooding our bodies with euphoric hormones.

Keeping my cock fully sheathed in her tight, wet pussy, I lowered her to the bed and lay on top of her. “Jesus, Mom. That was fantastic. I love you so much.”

“You can say that again,” Mom agreed. “That was a long time coming, and well worth the wait. You fucked your Mom as a stallion would his mare. I’m yours now and I’ll service you whenever you feel the need.”

“Don’t worry about that, Mom,” I responded. “We’re going to bond together tonight, far more than other mothers and sons.”

The entire night alternated between sleep and making love. Both of us awakened refreshed, and we immediately christened our first incestuous morning with a long and passionate session of sex.

In the afternoon, Maria joined us, playing some of the games that Mom and Maria had enjoyed during my daughter’s childhood. Nothing was mentioned about our incestuous night of sex, but I noticed Maria intently staring at Mom and me at different times, as if she suspected we had romantically connected, during our time together within the last day.

After dinner and our showers, we settled onto the couch to watch TV. Mom wrapped her arm around me and gripped my left bicep. While our attention was focused on the screen, Mom crossed her legs, allowing her robe to split apart, revealing a creamy, smooth leg. With her right hand, she moved mine on top of her thigh. Taking the hint, I caressed Mom’s sexy leg, exploring higher with each stroke.

Maria noticed our flirting and crossed her own legs, revealing a thinner, but equally, sexy leg. Mom’s left hand tightened around my arm, discreetly directing me not to yield to my daughter’s invitation. Maria squirmed in frustration, observing my hand traveling higher on Mom’s thigh.

“It’s getting rather warm in here. Why don’t you change into some cooler clothes, Maria? Go change into those blue, silk shorts I bought for you last year,” Mom suggested.

Maria jumped up and on her way to her room, Mom added, “That pink tube top would be nice to wear, also.”

After Maria’s door clicked shut, Mom reached in and pumped my hard cock a few times. “Don’t worry, sweetie. You’ll soon be jamming your cock up your daughter’s tight pussy.”

“That is, if she’s up for it; otherwise, I’ll throw you on the floor and fuck your brains out,” I teased, a wide grin on my face.

“Don’t fret, dear,” Mom answered, in an encouraging tone. “I can read her like a book and she wants nothing more than to make love to her daddy. Do you remember last night when we did it in the missionary position and climaxed together, while looking into each other’s eyes? Promise me you’ll do the same with her. Last night was my night, tonight is for your daughter.”

Before I could comment, we heard Maria’s door open. Mom withdrew her hand before Maria came into view. When I laid eyes on my beautiful daughter, my cock jerked from her scantily-clad body. The tight tube top wasn’t large enough to contain her full breasts, her tit-flesh sexily spilling out from the edges. The outline of her erect nipples, pressed against the stretched material, caused my prick to come dangerously close to making an appearance out of my robe. Her skimpy shorts showcased her flawless, curvy legs. She twirled around, showing off her legs and the lower curvy portion of her full ass. Facing us, her expression pleaded for approval.

“You look absolutely stunning,” I exclaimed, my expression portraying my carnal desire. “You’ve transformed into a gorgeous, young woman.”

Her eyes sparkled, her smile widening. She settled beside me and playfully bumped her leg against mine, subtly seeking my attention. “Hopefully, your daughter is cooler now,” Mom asserted. “Keith, check her legs to see if they’re overheated.”

Gladly obeying my mother, my hand rested on Maria’s knee and traveled upward. When I stopped to squeeze her upper thigh, she sucked in a breath of air. I reversed course and lowered to her knee, before my hand returned, ending higher than before. I repeated my stroking, gaining more ground with each pass. Stopping at the edge of her shorts, I extended my pinkie underneath and felt the soft flesh between her leg and steamy slot. As suspected, no panties interfered with my progress. When I moved downward, she exhaled deeply, having held her breath when my finger was near her steamy sex.

“Well, how’s her leg feel?” Mom asked.

“A little warm, very soft, and smooth. She inherited your fantastic legs, Mom,” I said, flattering both of them.

While I continued feeling my daughter’s succulent thigh, Mom ordered, “Maria, when a man compliments you, the proper etiquette is to reward him with a kiss.”

Maria glanced at Mom sheepishly, unsure of how to proceed. It was one thing to French kiss your father when no one else was present, but quite another with her grandmother observing. She leaned closer and lightly touched her lips with mine. After a few seconds, she pulled back and purred, “Thanks, Daddy.”