Chapter 2

Anticipation gnawed at my nerves, waiting for Carol and Alice to arrive for dinner. To my surprise, I found my nervousness was unwarranted, as neither of them mentioned our short-lived date. Alice wore a conservative pantsuit that concealed her sexy curves, wearing minimal makeup. She resembled the naturally pretty girl I used to know. After dinner, Alice chose to sit on the other side of the couch beside Mom. I assumed she did this to avoid making eye contact with me, otherwise, she would have sat across the room.

Their conversation continued in its usual fashion, while I occupied myself by browsing on my phone. When it was time to conclude for the evening, Alice stood, faced her mother, and asked, “Would you mind staying here for a bit? I’d appreciate it if Chad could walk me home, so I can discuss something with him.”

Carol beamed, responding, “Of course, sweetie. You know I enjoy chatting with your Aunt Michelle.”

Once the door closed, Alice and I walked to her house in silence. I was still uncertain about how she felt after the disconcerting evening when we went out, so I remained silent until we were inside her home. Facing her, I gently held her hands. Before she could say anything, I spoke, “Alice, I want to apologize for how I treated you the other night. It wasn’t my place to judge you, and I shouldn’t have been so blunt.”

Her expression became somber, and she responded with a hint of sadness, “Actually, I’m the one who should be sorry. You were right, and I can’t express how relieved I was when you rejected my advances. In the past, every man I’ve been out with has treated me only as a piece of ass, and I mistakenly grouped you with them.”

After she poured her heart out, detailing her sordid past, she broke down and embraced me. Comforting her, I gently stroked her back and spoke softly, “I’m sorry you’ve had to endure that. I didn’t realize what you’ve been through. You’re far better than any of them. How about we start fresh and put that awkward night behind us? We can rebuild the strong connection we once shared.”

Looking at me with teary eyes, she whispered, “I’d really like that. Thank you, Chad.”

I used my shirt cuff to wipe away her tears and said, “Now, if I recall correctly, it’s time for you to hit the books. Let’s get those grades back up to where they should be.”

She chuckled, saying, “You’re right, as always.” Nestling onto the couch, she began reading. I stayed by her side, keeping her company until her mother arrived. After bidding them farewell, I made my way back home.

Mom greeted me, cloaked in a thin, blue nightie, and asked, “How’d it go? Are you on good terms with her again?”

“Everything is back to the way we were before our date. She’s her old self and we’re starting over,” I pronounced, elatedly.

“In that case, I know exactly how to celebrate your renewed relationship,” she chirped, turned, and with swaying hips, seductively led me to the bedroom. I shucked my clothes while following her and was nude by the time we entered our bedroom. My hard prick bobbed with excitement when she crawled onto the bed, positioning herself like a dog in heat.

“Tonight, you fuck me like a stud breeding his bitch, until you’re drained,” she ordered, her voice cracking with lust. “No switching positions.”

Mom had never allowed a lengthy session in that position, not because she didn’t like it—she loved it. Every time before, we had to stop because she’d orgasm repetitively, and they became so intense that she would nearly pass out from the pleasure. This was her gift to me—allowing me to fuck her when she felt the most vulnerable.

Moving up behind her, I jammed my prick between her thighs. Her legs instinctively closed, her taut muscles trapping my cock. I left it there, taking the time to stroke her back and ass. I rose until the top of my cock snuggled into the length of her slot, my mushroom-shaped head nestled in her mound of fur. I slowly sawed back and forth, my shaft gliding over the outer lips of her oily groove.

“Mom, you’re soaked,” I remarked. “Have you been thinking about your son’s cock drilling you all night?”

“There’s that, and the fact that Carol wouldn’t allow me to cum,” she replied. “When I told her my plan, she insisted that I stay horny and wet for you. It’s the ultimate test of whether I can handle a lengthy doggy-fuck, like she can.”

“Once again, I owe my sexy aunt for enhancing our relationship,” I replied. “As a reward, I’ll replicate our performance with her before my next date with her daughter.”

Mom giggled and replied, “She’s counting on it.”

Dragging my prick rearward, I stopped when my head nestled between her puffy labia. This is what I cherished most when fucking Mom—the initial penetration. Resisting the temptation to slam into her, my snake slithered in slowly. I relished the feel of her walls clinging to my cock, resisting entry. Mom’s breathing rate had already increased, the wait for her son’s cock finally concluding.

After fully embedded, with my hips pressed against her soft buns and my cock buried to the hilt, I asked, “Mom, are you ready? There’s no turning back once I start.”

“More than ready!” she exclaimed. “Fuck me hard and fast—don’t stop until you fill me!”

As I withdrew, her pussy clung to my prick, unwilling to release the cause of her pleasure. When I felt her tight outer ring latch onto my tip, I shoved to the bottom, knocking the air out of her. Holding her hips, I thrust rapidly and grinned widely, when I felt her first orgasm hit her after a dozen strokes. Carol’s warm-up had its effect on Mom. She grunted and groaned while her pussy convulsed and squeezed my pumping rod.

Knowing it was the first of many, her arms stretched out and gripped the sheets to hold on. Her wet, sloshy pussy kept my prick well lubricated, enabling me to withhold my own climax. Shifting the angle, I sawed my prick across another section that I knew she loved. It took another five minutes before her pussy contracted again. She wailed into the sheets, her body shaking from the shocks of pleasure coursing through her body.

After each time she climaxed, I’d shift my angle and scrape across a new section until her pussy convulsed with an orgasm. After her fifth climax, her body felt weak and wobbly. I firmly held her, keeping her from collapsing.

“Have you had enough, Mommy? Do you want me to stop?” I taunted her, knowing full well that she wouldn’t be satisfied until I erupted.

“No!” she screamed. “Fuck me hard! I’ll never deny my son anything.”

For her next orgasm, I decided to twist her nipples while plowing into her. Gripping them firmly, I yanked downward as if milking a cow, while my cock received the same treatment from her contracting pussy. She fell silent at the conclusion of her major orgasm, and I feared she had lost consciousness.

Pausing, with my cock fully sheathed, I stroked her back and played with her heaving tits. “Mom, are you still with me?” I asked, squeezing and kneading her mounds. After several minutes, she stirred and answered, “I think I was out for a bit. Why’d you stop? Keep fucking your mother.”

Heeding Mom’s pleading, I changed angles, lifting her hips until my cock encountered the rough patch on the roof of her pussy. She shrieked from the contact and continued to scream, while my helmeted head sawed across her erogenous zone until she climaxed again. Once again, her body relaxed and I had to grip her waist to hold her up.

She had upheld her end of the bargain and when my balls tingled, signaling my impending release, I increased my pace, pulling her body into mine. My balls lewdly slapped against her puffy mound on each stroke, making a thumping sound each time we collided together. Her body awakened, somehow realizing that we were nearly finished. Her hips humped backward, swallowing as much cock as possible.

“Get ready for a load of your son’s sperm, Mom!” I chanted. “Cum on my cock one final time.”

“Yes!” she screamed. “Fill your mother. I’m ready!”

Her vice-like pussy squashed my prick, triggering my long-awaited orgasm. When she felt my hot batter spraying her insides, her walls clamped tightly again. Our bodies jerked and pulsed more times than we’d ever done before. It was a fuck I’d remember forever, and I vowed to repeat it only on special occasions, so we could savor the deliciousness of it.

Once I pulled my cum-coated cock from her drenched pussy, she fell flat on the bed, exhausted. I flopped down beside her and pulled her on top of me, covering us with a sheet. Her breasts heaved against my chest while I stroked her back. We gently kissed, lovingly, once again sealing our incestuous relationship. “That was something else, Mom. You’re amazing.”

“You can say that again,” Mom purred. “I know you could probably fuck me again, but you’re going to have to do it while I’m sleeping. Your mother is worn out, but as a bonus, I’ve never felt so well fucked.”

When she rested her head next to mine, her body completely relaxed and melded onto mine. “I’ve got you, Mom,” I whispered. “Sleep tight, I love you so much.”

Feeling her breasts slowly heave, along with her deep, steady breathing, I knew she wouldn’t answer, but she didn’t have to, as I knew she loved me as much as I did her.

Carefully rolling her off of me in the morning, I prepared breakfast and when she appeared, her joyful expression brightened my mood. “Good morning, Mom,” I greeted her, kissing her gently and pulling her chair out for her.

“It is that,” Mom replied. “First you fuck my brains out, then you allow me to sleep on you all night. It’s all a mother could ask for. I can see where this whole dating thing you’re going through has a lot of side benefits.”

We laughed and chatted through the meal, before leaving for work.

As promised, Carol received the identical fucking before my date with her daughter. Mom was rewarded with a fuck afterward. For the following two weeks, Alice and I adhered to this routine. Our time together became increasingly more enjoyable each outing. It dawned on me that her most remarkable qualities weren’t merely physical, but rooted in her wit and intelligence. She proved to be a delightful date, and I couldn’t help but find myself growing more and more drawn to her.

She jumped at my suggestion to meet more frequently for study sessions. Flashcards and proofreading consumed much of our free time. Assisting her was an enjoyable endeavor and as a bonus, Carol expressed her appreciation with an entire night of wild sex, when Alice’s grades began to climb back up to where they were before.

Alice and I became more comfortable with each other in the following weeks, spending a lot of time together. Her flirting and frequent touching, both alarmed and excited me at the same time. I enjoyed her intimacy but was afraid of what would happen when we decided to part ways.

One night, at a restaurant, Alice asked, “If I tell you a secret, do you promise not to get grossed out?”

“Of course, but I doubt if you could say anything that would disturb me,” I replied.

“It’s about the men I used to bring home,” she paused, then continued, “After a while, I dreaded making eye contact and the sex became more disgusting with each date. I’m not sure why I kept repeating it, but somehow, I thought it was the best way to find a partner. When I stopped dating men, I seriously thought about pursuing a relationship with a woman, hoping they’d be more considerate. I never had the chance to experience it, yet it remains a lingering fantasy in my thoughts.”

“I’m sorry you went through that. I’m surprised your mother didn’t intervene and help you. I know she loves you dearly,” I stated.

“She does love me, and she did try to help, but I rejected her suggestions, much to her dismay,” she confessed. “I was thrilled when she invited me to your house after I told her I didn’t need birth control pills any longer, since I wasn’t going to ever have sex again.”

“I’m glad she did. I don’t understand why you hesitated to explain this to me, though.” I noted.

Her sexy smile was enough to melt my heart, as she professed, “Remember me telling you I hated looking at men? It’s different with you. When other men look at me, I know they’re thinking about taking me to bed. The way you look at me makes my body tingle, and not in a bad way. I feel so comfortable around you and I love it when you check me out. Is it weird to feel that way about a cousin?”

“Not at all,” I replied. “I’ve always enjoyed being around you. Remember all the good times we spent together, growing up?”

“We did have fun, but I always figured your interest in coming over was from the way Mom flashed her tits at you,” she replied, giggling.

“Well, that was definitely an incentive,” I confessed, blushing. “I thought I was being coy at sneaking peeks. And now you’re confirming that I’m pretty transparent at checking out a beautiful woman.”

“Okay, get ready to be grossed out,” she stated, a more serious expression appearing. “You probably don’t recall this, but one time when Mom wore a yellow bikini at the pool, a line of pubic hair peeked above her waistline. When I saw your lustful look, glued to her sexy body, I became jealous of her and craved to receive the same amount of attention from you.”

“It’s funny that you’d bring that up,” I replied, smiling. “Not only do I remember it, I’ve used that image to relieve myself a number of times.”

She gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. Fearing she was disgusted, I retorted, “It’s not that bad. Your mother is beautiful and has a sexy body. Any man would be taken with her.”

She lowered her hand, grinned, and whispered, “You misunderstand. I’m not shocked. It’s because I’ve also used it for fantasies while masturbating. Although, I imagine what happens after we pull off her bottom goes in totally different directions.”

We both laughed and I stated, “You told me before that you were jealous of your mom because she was with mine, but maybe you’re jealous of my mother also?”

She replied, “It sounds like you are too, whacking off to my mom’s scantily-clad body.”

“Maybe I’m the same as you and am envious of both of them,” I replied, jesting. Instead of her giggling in return, she merely grinned, as if she suspected my intimate involvement with our mothers. I wondered if I had overstepped my bounds, risking disclosure of my incestuous activities.

When I tried to change topics, she quickly returned to her mother and said, “It had another effect on me, also. I think I’m the only girl in college to be unshaven, because of the way boys stared at her.”

“Oddly enough, it became a gold standard for my relationships. If I discover a woman isn’t natural, that’s enough to end any further involvement,” I confessed.

Her smile broadened, as she giggled and replied, “I guess you can continue dating me, then. Are there any other preferences you’d like to share, when it comes to finding a match?”

“I think I’ll keep those to myself,” I replied with a grin. “I’d rather not have anyone change themselves just to fit my criteria.”

“Fair enough. How about an easier one, then?” she asked. “When you do find your true love, do you prefer to start a family right away or wait?”

“That’s a no-brainer,” I answered confidently. “I love kids and would want to begin raising a family immediately.”

Her face lit up with a wide smile, and before she could continue grilling me, I redirected our conversation to different topics. That evening seemed to embolden her in her flirtatious behavior during our future outings, and I found myself irresistibly drawn to her charms. I started looking for more opportunities to spend time with her, and it almost felt like I was cheating on Mom, even though my interactions with my cousin remained entirely platonic—at least that’s what I told myself.