Chapter 1

“Slow down, Chad,” Mom scolded as I scarfed down my lunch. I couldn’t help it. My eighteenth birthday fell on the previous Monday, and I was excited to celebrate and finally receive my belated gift. Time couldn’t move fast enough. “You can’t blame him, Nicole,” Dad chuckled. “Nancy’s returning from college today, and he’s eager to get away from the old folks.” They had no idea of the level of my excitement. Although I had only been on a few dates with my current girlfriend, our upcoming outing promised something truly special. Being older and more sexually experienced than me, she promised to take my virginity as my birthday present.

Impatiently waiting for several hours, my departure time finally arrived. Just as I was about to head out the door, Dad intercepted me.

“You two have fun tonight, Chad,” he said with a grin. “Here’s some spending money for your birthday, so you can enjoy yourself.”

I noticed at least one folded twenty among the bills and took the wad from him. “Thanks, Dad.”

On my way out, I heard him say, “Stay safe, Chad. Sometimes it takes more than money.”

Once in my car, I unfolded the bills to see how much he had given me. Inside two twenties was a packaged condom. “Wow! How embarrassing!” I exclaimed to myself. He must have noticed my anxious state and knew I was looking forward to more than a date. No wonder he told me to be safe when he sent me off.

I wondered if his concerns stemmed from a fear that history might repeat itself, as it had with him and Mom. He’s eighteen years her senior and she conceived me soon after her eighteenth birthday, so maybe they weren’t practicing safe sex and he didn’t want me to repeat his lapse of judgment.

The drive didn’t take long and before I knew it, I pulled up to my girlfriend’s house. Her parents always went to the movies on Saturday night so she planned to give me my gift in her bedroom. Showing up at the prearranged time, it came as a complete surprise to be greeted by her father.

“Hi, Chad. Haven’t seen you for a while. My daughter informed me that she has something special planned for your birthday.” Panic-stricken, thinking he knew about our plans, I was lost for words. Struggling to come up with a response that wouldn’t upset a protective father, I froze, my mind racing for a believable lie as I stared at him blankly. Before I could answer, my girlfriend walked in from the kitchen, smiling almost mischievously, and came to my rescue. “Oh, daddy, it’s just a movie. Not that big a deal for his eighteenth birthday gift,” she explained, suppressing her laughter at seeing my discomfort. Finally able to take a breath, I felt a wave of relief wash over me, easing the tension from the uncomfortable situation. Moving past her father, she hugged me before kissing me on the cheek. “Hi, Chad. Ready to go? We need to hurry to get there on time.”

Her dad waved goodbye as we climbed into my car and pulled out of the driveway.

Her strong perfume overwhelmed my senses and I couldn’t wait to have sex with her. Sensing my excitement, she divulged her game plan. “They’ll leave in a few minutes. Drive to the mall and then come back. We’ll have the house to ourselves and be done by the time they return from their night out.”

“What if they ask you something about the movie you’re not going to see?”

“Don’t worry. I’ve seen many during the last few months. I’ll just pick one of those if they ask. Everything will be fine,” she assured me, gently squeezing my leg.

Catching up on recent events, we were soon back at her dark, empty house. Once in the door, she wrapped her arms around me and passionately kissed me now that she was out of sight from her parents.

Gripping my hand, she pulled me to her room and wasted no time with small talk. Her hands hurriedly removed my clothes as we struggled to maintain mouth contact. She was already pulling down my pants and shorts before I could unbutton her blouse.

Wrapping her hand around my stiff prick, she stroked me to full hardness. She impatiently pushed me onto her bed. Smiling wide, she finished stripping off her top and sexy bra. Although I had felt her tits on a couple of dates, I had never seen them. They were bigger than I gauged from my brief feeling, tipped with large, pink nipples. My prick grew stiffer in anticipation.

Crawling onto the bed, she ran her hands up my hairy legs. She took her time, lustfully smiling as she leisurely caressed my body, building my excitement level. Kissing her way up my torso, she flattened her tits against mine as we locked our mouths together.

Raising herself off me, she moved lower and stroked my hard cock. With a saddened expression, she paused pumping. “Chad, I have a little bad news for you. My period started early this month, like yesterday. But I’ll still be able to give my virgin boyfriend a great birthday gift.”

That explained why she hadn’t removed her skirt. “Damn, so much for fulfilling any dreams I had for tonight,” I cursed myself. In an attempt to not dampen the mood, I replied, “No problem, spending time with you is enough of a present anyway.” That was a bald-faced lie, but I hoped she bought it so she’d continue.

Wrapping her meaty globes around my shaft, she moved to and fro. “How about a titty fuck? Would you like that?”

I closed my eyes and groaned in response enjoying the feeling of her spongy tits fucking my slick prick. Sensing I was becoming too excited, she stopped. Moving back, she held my stiff cock upright, leaning close as if she was talking to a microphone. I looked up to see her pretty face behind my hard shaft.

“Maybe you’d like something that feels more like a juicy pussy rather than fucking my tits,” she croaked, raspily. She slid her rough tongue along my length, keeping her lustful eyes locked onto mine. Licking up and down my prick, she stopped to occasionally nibble on my hard rod, as if she were eating corn on the cob.

I almost lost it when she popped the head of my prick into her sucking mouth. Lowering her head halfway down my shaft, she slowly rose back up, gently scraping my prick with her teeth. Her pace increased, elevating my excitement. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, blissfully enjoying my first blow-job.

She shifted up closer, providing a better angle to slurp up and down my shaft. Keeping my thoughts on other topics, I attempted to hold off as long as possible. Knowing I was nearing an orgasm, I opened my eyes to inform her I was ready to erupt.

Looking down, all I could see was the top of her head moving up and down. Her dark-brown hair styled in a bob cut reminded me of someone else. As soon as it dawned on me, my balls filled with a load of sticky cum. Before I could warn her, my cock discharged its load of cargo as I envisioned my mother sucking me.

She swallowed my load as I filled her mouth, seemingly unbothered by my abrupt, explosive orgasm. I moaned in pleasure, my cock convulsing through my climax. After she cleaned my softening cock, she crawled up my body and hugged me.

As she talked, I reflected on what had just occurred. Comparing Nancy to Mom, I saw a lot of similarities. Was that why I was attracted to her? We didn’t connect on most other things. I found her to be pretty shallow, but I thought she would probably grow out of it. Before I knew it, she abruptly told me I’d have to leave before her parents returned home.

I wasn’t even that upset when she informed me that she was heading back to college the next day. After a quick, goodbye kiss, I headed home.

At breakfast the next morning, I closely observed Mom working in the kitchen, and mentally compared her to my girlfriend, noting immediately that she was definitely better looking than Nancy. As with most healthy boys my age, I’d stroked to fantasies involving Mom. I switched between her, several aunts, and a few teachers for my fantasy fucks, but my strongest orgasms were always when I envisioned Mom and me locked together. Now that the floodgates were open, incestuous fantasies freely formed, filling my mind with inappropriate thoughts involving Mom.

Trying to be subtle, I scrutinized her long, lithe legs. Her skirt hemline fell to a few inches above her knees which exposed the backs of her thighs when she reached over the counter. I made a mental note that her legs were much better looking than Nancy’s. After she settled down to eat, my attention switched to her facial features.

Nancy and Mom’s hair were very similar, both silky, straight, and chocolate-brown. I wondered why I hadn’t seen the similarities earlier. Their bob styles differed slightly. Nancy’s bangs were wider, her hair coming down on the sides of her face barely covering her ears.

Mom’s bangs were narrow and lower, almost covering her eyebrows. The sides of her hair flowed down by the outer edges of her eyes on both sides, accentuating her high cheekbones. Every time she turned to the side, her hair would cover one of her eyes. That would drive me crazy, but she must have liked it as she’s worn it that way for years.

Her face is so beautiful; I’ve always thought it a shame that her hair hides so much of it. I chalked it up to Dad and Mom’s age difference. More than likely, it was an attempt to conceal how much younger she looks. More than once, Dad had complained about how people mistake them for father and daughter when they dine out.

Concentrating on Mom’s hair for so long, I had stopped eating. Mom cleared her throat, bringing my attention to her eyes, which were locked onto mine. That brought to light another difference between them. Nancy’s eyes were hazel colored, while Mom’s were deep-brown, similar to her hair color. There was also a sensual and caring look in Mom’s larger, wider eyes that Nancy didn’t exude.

Trying to explain my inattention, I apologized, “Sorry, Mom. My mind was on my homework.”

She smiled and replied, “I was beginning to worry. It looked like you saw a ghost while you were staring at me. Finish your meal and don’t fret too much. You’ll do fine.”

The following Friday, I despondently sat at a cafeteria table when my friend Tom flopped down across from me. Detecting my mopey attitude, he asked, “What’s wrong, Chad? You look like you’ve lost your best friend.”

“Nancy hasn’t replied to any of my emails. Not sure what I did to make her mad,” I replied, my voice displaying my concern.

“Damn, dude. You didn’t know?” he said, his grin radiating the joy of being the one to break the news. “I heard she’s moved on. Guess she found another virgin to conquer at the college she’s attending.”

“What are you talking about? Another virgin?” I asked, truly perplexed and a little annoyed.

Tom smiled and chuckled, “She’s a cherry picker. That’s her thing. She loves to break in virgins. Sorry, I thought everyone knew that.”

“How could I be so naive?” I asked myself. Tom’s smirk told it all. He and the rest of the school knew that I couldn’t get laid and someone had taken pity on me. Now it was clear how such a hot girl had hooked up with me. I didn’t even know her at the start of the school year. She approached me when I was in the library and struck up a conversation, leading to several dates.

The rest of the day drug on at a snail’s pace as I mentally dealt with my newly discovered knowledge.

Still feeling sorry for myself at dinner, Dad noticed my mood and set his paper on the table to chat with me. Assuming it had something to do with dating, he asked, “You going to see Nancy again this weekend? She’s quite the looker, not near as pretty as your mother, but still damn nice.”

“No, Dad. We’re not seeing each other anymore,” I replied, abruptly.

Standing by the counter, Mom turned to face us, her curious expression revealing her interest in our conversation.

Dad’s brow furrowed as remarked, “That’s too bad. I thought she was a keeper.”

Leaning in closer, he asked in a whisper, “Were you able to use the protection I gave you?”

Blushing, I answered back in a louder tone than I expected. “No, Dad. We didn’t go that far.”

Mom heard my reply, but I wasn’t sure if she knew what we were discussing. She feigned disinterest, turned to the stove, and continued to prepare our meal.

Taken aback by my outburst, Dad replied, “Sorry, Chad. Long distance relationships are hard to keep alive.” Leaning closer, he continued, whispering, “I can see you’re pretty upset. I kind of figured it was a special date. First time, maybe?”

If I had any thoughts of disputing his assumption, my blushing face confirmed his suspicions. “Dad, I’m not telling you that. Let’s just say I’m upset at losing my first girlfriend and end it there.”

He knowingly smiled and consoled me, “Don’t worry, Chad. You’ll meet plenty of women in college. Don’t worry about it too much.”

“I suppose so, Dad. Thanks,” I replied, hoping he was correct.

He was right about one thing—I wasn’t even that disappointed with the breakup with Nancy. Our conversations were never very substantial. I was more peeved that she didn’t tell me in the first place, as there wouldn’t have been any need for the dates. I would have been more than willing to assist her with her fetish.

There were only four months left until summer. I decided to dedicate all of my spare time to finalizing the work-intensive projects required for graduation.

Finishing up my final senior project, I turned off my computer with a sigh of relief. It’d been a hectic two months since I decided to buckle down on my studies. The time remaining until graduation would be a breeze.

“Come to dinner, Chad!” Mom yelled. Perfect timing.

Dad was already seated at the table when I joined them. As we finished eating, he turned to Mom and announced, “Nicole, we’re having some server issues at the company, which is going to affect my schedule. My hours will shift from eleven in the morning until eight at night. I’ll grab something to eat at work, so you two don’t need to wait for me.”

“That’s too bad, John. They rely on you for so much, but at least you can sleep in now. How long do you think it’ll last?” she asked, her voice hinting at something deeper.

“It looks like eight months to a year, maybe shorter depending on whether I can get someone else up to speed.”

Turning to me, he firmly stated, “Chad, I’m going to need you to help your mother around the house since I won’t be here at night.”

“No problem, Dad,” I assured him. “There are only two months left until I graduate. I’m done with my major projects so I’ll have plenty of time to help out.”

Motion caught my eye as Mom reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear, revealing the radiant smile that had been partially hidden. Since my disastrous relationship ended with Nancy, I’d been paying more attention to Mom’s idiosyncrasies. Call it a tell or tic or a habit, but each time she pulled her hair away from her face, it was her way to express approval. She either smiled, laughed, or verbally expressed her excitement each time.

Relief swept through me as she silently accepted the change which would mean she’d spend more time with me. Her gleeful expression couldn’t have surpassed mine. My affection for her during the last few months had elevated from infatuation to a mixture of love and lust.

We began our new routine the next morning. I’d leave for school at eight and return at three in the afternoon. The next few hours were spent in my room finishing up my homework. Dinner conversation was shorter without Dad, allowing us to finish and clean up earlier than normal.

Mom assigned me several chores occupying my time until Dad arrived at nine. He was so tired when he finally made it home that we usually watched TV for only an hour before he dashed off to bed.

On the Monday after we started our new routine, Mom stopped me on my way to my room. “Chad, you’re going out on your own in a few months at college. How would you like it if I teach you how to cook and some of the other tasks you’ll be doing when you’re away from home?” she asked, her expression and tone both hopeful.

Her large, sad, deep-brown eyes and her apprehensive frown signaled she was afraid I wouldn’t agree. As if hypnotized, my eyes locked onto her radiant beauty. Fearing she would change her mind, I quickly replied, “Of course, Mom. That sounds like a great idea. I can finish my homework in the evening after Dad comes home, freeing up my time before dinner.”

And there it was, her tic. Pulling her hair back to the side, she smiled and chirped, “Great, we’ll start today.”

From that day forward, Mom made it her mission to teach me how to cook as many different meals as possible. I focused more on her body, watching her move elegantly around the kitchen. Occasionally, we brushed against each other causing goosebumps to appear when our bare skin came into contact.

I seized the opportunity to physically connect with her more frequently, using the pretense of learning. She never moved away or told me to keep my distance. One day, I wasn’t paying attention and moved too close to the counter while she sifted flour into a bowl. Glancing at my powder-covered clothes, she chuckled and remarked, “Looks like you might need to start wearing an apron from now on.”

Seeing her wide, sexy grin, I couldn’t help but smile back. “I’m not going to wear an apron, Mom. I’ll just have to be more careful in the future.”

Her eyes slowly traveled up and down my body as if she were considering more changes to my attire.

After a minute of uncomfortable silence, I declared, “No way, Mom. Not going to happen.”

She smiled and giggled, quickly brushed her hair to the side, and replied, “I know, dear. I was just picturing you in one of those French maid outfits.”

We both laughed but now images of how she’d look in that sexy attire flashed through my lecherous mind. I shuffled over to the counter to hide my growing erection.

Homework that night was postponed as I scoured the internet for a brunette French maid and a young man. Finding one, I soon blasted off a load, picturing my mother as the maid.

After two weeks, with my training on main courses in the kitchen nearly complete, she announced. “Today, I’ll teach you how to use the blender to make a cake.”

She turned to the counter to begin working, and instructed, “Stand behind me, Chad. You can watch me as I layer in the different ingredients.”

Maneuvering behind her, I positioned my head next to hers so I could better see the process. While she focused on blending the items, her fruity scent held my attention. Realizing she had used a berry shampoo, I inhaled her fragrance.

There was another smell I detected as well, her natural aura. Leaning closer to her bare skin below her hair I breathed in deeply, savoring her essence. Misjudging, I accidentally nudged my nose into her soft neck.

Suddenly, her body tensed before she swiftly pivoted to face me, her breasts pressing into my chest. She exclaimed, “What are you doing?”

Startled from being caught red-handed, I stammered, “Sorry, Mom. The strawberry smell from your hair was a little overwhelming—I moved in a better position to smell the spices and got too close. Sorry about that.”

With her soft breasts squashed against my chest and her luscious lips inches away, I thought, “Could I kiss her? Would she be disgusted and end any progress I’d made in having a closer relationship with her?”

Before I could dwell any longer, she muttered, “It’s okay, I was just startled. Guess I’ll have to shampoo with something less strong in the future.” She giggled and gave me a knowing smirk. She was no dummy, knowing she’d caught her son smelling her feminine scent, not the spices.

After turning around, she reached up and moved her hair to the side, baring the side of her face. “Put your head next to my neck so you won’t be distracted by my hair. Next time I’ll be sure to wash my hair with a shampoo that smells closer to the dish we’re preparing.” Chuckling, she moved her hand back to the blender.

Not only was she not irritated at my behavior, but she had permitted me to connect with her smooth skin. Pressing the side of my face next to her bare neck, I found it difficult to concentrate on her movements. All I could think of was the fact she swished her hair to the side, indicating an excited condition. Glancing sideways, her sexy smile confirmed my assessment.

Feeling my manhood come alive, I shifted my pelvis rearward to avoid jabbing her soft body.

I made a mental note to surf for instructions on how to make a cake later in the evening, as I wasn’t paying attention to anything she was doing.

All too soon, the batter was ready to go in the oven. Continuing to work with her through the next week, I felt myself falling—perhaps already lost—in the depths of love for my beautiful mother. Her playful flirting felt like a tender confirmation that her feelings mirrored the same deep affection I held for her.

Two days later, when I arrived home from school, Mom called out from the kitchen. “Chad, I’m making a pie. Change out of your good clothes and put on your sweats before you come to watch.”

Quickly stowing my pack and switching to more comfortable clothes, I joined Mom in the kitchen. My heart skipped a beat when I noticed her working in front of the blender again. Thinking it was just my imagination, I swore her skirts had been getting progressively shorter. Admiring the backs of her legs, I knew it wasn’t in my head after all. Her hemline ended halfway up her thighs, displaying more flesh than I’d previously seen.

Knowing there would be a problem, I took advantage of Mom’s inattention as she focused on her work. Reaching into my sweatpants, I arranged my stiffening prick so that when it became fully hard, it wouldn’t poke straight out.

Moving behind her, I inhaled the scent of her hair, detecting a different smell than before. Reaching up to the side of her head, I pulled her silky, smooth hair to the rear and pressed the side of my face against her neck. As I anticipated, she smiled radiantly the moment I gently swept her hair to the side. I couldn’t help but silently chuckle, realizing her reaction was the same no matter who adjusted her hair.

“Would I be right in assuming we’re making some kind of a banana pie today?” I asked.

“Good guess, Chad. It took me some time before I found the right shampoo for today’s lesson, but you nailed it.”

With my head in place, my hand released her hair and inched to the other side of her neck. Slowly moving my fingers, I brushed across her smooth, bare flesh. Her attention remained on mixing ingredients, which allowed me to notice her smile widen as I gently caressed her soft neck.

Looking down to observe her making the pie, my eyes abruptly stopped at the sight of the insides of her breasts. The top two buttons of her blouse had been unfastened. The edges of her silky, blue bra peeked out. My hungry eyes devoured the sight of her exposed, creamy-white tit-flesh.

While she mixed and explained how to proceed, my gaze remained glued to her erotic exhibition. Feeling confident that my hard prick would remain lodged against my body, I inched closer to peer down her open top. Her breasts jiggled as she worked with the ingredients, making it impossible to concentrate on anything else.

Not paying attention to how close she was to completion, she caught me off guard when she backed up into me to move over to the other counter to fill the pie crusts. My prick, standing straight up like a flagpole, pressed between her ass cheeks as she bumped into me. Her thin skirt and my cotton sweats combined weren’t thick enough to conceal the fact my hard cock had become lodged between her soft globes.

As if the close joining wasn’t bad enough, I involuntarily gasped at the sudden contact with her curvy body. My free hand reached out to maintain my balance and landed squarely on the side of her bun. Nudging her soft ass, I dislodged myself and stepped back to allow her to move. Taking a deep breath, I anxiously waited for repercussions.

She paused long enough to allow me to shift backward, remaining eerily silent from my inappropriate action. Moving over to the other counter, she continued to finish preparing the pies. Her knowing, sexy smirk added to my excited state. She had stepped up her teasing game more aggressively. “Did she share the same lust that I’ve tried so hard to conceal?” I asked myself, hoping that was indeed the case.

When finished, we prepared dinner and ate. At some point, Mom had fastened one of her buttons. She left one undone, allowing a small amount of cleavage to remain in view.

For the next few weeks, she continued to wear short skirts and often had the top button or two undone on her blouses. Her teasing kept me in a constant state of arousal, resulting in having to whack off a load each night before finishing my homework.

On weekends I noticed she wore longer skirts and didn’t display as much leg as she had around me. This confirmed my suspicions that her flirting was for my benefit, concealing her overt sexual displays from Dad.

Each night, I made it a point to join my parents in the living room and sit in an easy chair opposite them before retiring for the night. Mom routinely wore her robe and Dad often fell fast asleep as he was always tired. It couldn’t have been coincidental that whenever Dad drifted off, Mom would stretch or rub her leg, pushing the robe off to reveal several inches of creamy-white thigh.

After each flashing, she’d reach up to flip her hair back and smile. I suspected she was unaware that every time she’d make that gesture, my prick would stiffen. She was either pleased or excited to flash her bare flesh for my benefit while Dad snoozed beside her. Seeing no need to hide my leering, my eyes scanned her exposed skin each and every time. She never acknowledged my inappropriate behavior, but her sexy smile sent a clear signal that she appreciated my attention.

Having been accepted for enrollment at the university on the other side of the state, I regretted the short time I had left to spend with Mom. After debating the pros and cons to myself for several days, I decided to divulge my plans to my parents. It was only two weeks until graduation and I needed to inform them sooner, than later.

At the end of dinner on Sunday, I announced, “Mom, Dad. I’ve decided against attending college. I don’t have any real interests and would like to take some time to figure out what I want to do.”

Dad’s face flushed with growing frustration. “What’s that supposed to mean? I didn’t raise my son to loaf around. You need a degree to secure a good-paying job. You’re not going to waste your time idling around here, young man.”

Hoping his anger would subside, I waited a moment before I answered, “I won’t be a freeloader, Dad. I’ll find a job and move out after I graduate. I just don’t feel right about spending money on college when I have no idea what my degree would be.”

Before Dad could answer, Mom chirped, “John, if Chad doesn’t have any idea of what he wants to do, I see no problem in delaying his advanced education. It’s not like you can’t be happy in life without a degree.”

Seeing Dad squirm in frustration, I realized he couldn’t argue any further. She conceived his baby when she was eighteen and never attended college so any further argument would be a direct insult to her.

Before I could excuse myself, Dad stated, “We’ll talk more about this next weekend. I need to think about what’s best for your future.”

Fortunately, our schedules allowed little interaction between Dad and myself for the next week. His demeanor was definitely cooler toward me when I bid them goodnight each night.

During breakfast the next Saturday, I anxiously waited for Dad to show up. Rehearsing all the arguments in my head about why I shouldn’t attend college, I felt confident I could convince him to understand my point of view. To my surprise, Dad arrived smiling. He acted as if he had won and was ready to tell me what my future plans would be.

Mom’s expression appeared to be apprehensive, yet hopeful, as if she anticipated good news. Fidgeting in her seat, she finally turned to Dad and asked, “John, are you going to tell him or not?”

Dad laughed and assured her, “I have this, Nicole. Don’t fret.”

Catching my attention, he started, “First off, Chad. I want to apologize for becoming angry last week. It took me by surprise, but after talking it over with your mother, I believe you’ve made the right decision. You have our support in whatever direction you want to pursue.”

This threw me off as I was prepared for an unpleasant confrontation. Relieved to hear his answer, I replied, “Thanks, Dad. I’ll start looking for a job and a place to live after graduation next week.”

Dad’s smile widened as he remarked, “It’s thoughtful of you to take charge, but your mother and I would prefer you stay with us. She’s shared how much of a blessing your help has been, and instead of paying room and board elsewhere, we hoped you’d decide to remain here and continue assisting us.”

This was a far better outcome than I thought would materialize. I would be able to spend time with Mom as much if not more than the last several months. Not wanting to sound overly excited, I replied with a calm tone, “I’d love to keep living here. It’ll definitely make things easier without the stress of finding a place.”