Ava and Max
Copyright© 2025 by work for nothin
Chapter 6
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 6 - Watching her son, Max, grow up, Max has problems with his mother's work as a porn star. How does Ava resolve this?
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual Fiction Incest Mother Son
The next day, Ava suggested they visit Copacabana Beach. The iconic strip of sand and ocean was everything Max had imagined and more. The warmth of the sun caressed their skin as they set up their towels, surrounded by the vibrant energy of the city. The beach was a kaleidoscope of humanity, with people of all shapes and sizes frolicking in the waves and sunbathing without a care in the world.
As they settled in, Max couldn’t help but notice the abundance of curvy, big-assed women that graced the beach. Their confidence was infectious, their laughter and carefree spirits a stark contrast to the quiet dignity of Ava’s professional persona. The sight of these women, so unabashed in their beauty, stirred something in Max that was both thrilling and unsettling.
“Mom,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper as he nodded towards a particularly voluptuous sunbather. “Look at her. She’s ... so ... curvy.”
Ava followed his gaze, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “Yes, she’s beautiful,” she agreed. “But remember, Max, it’s not just about the way someone looks. It’s about who they are as a person, their heart, their soul.”
Max nodded, his eyes lingering on the curvy figure before tearing away. He knew Ava was right, but he couldn’t deny the magnetic pull he felt towards women who shared her physical attributes. The sight of them, uninhibited and proud, made his pulse quicken in a way that was both exciting and confusing. He tried to shake the feeling, focusing instead on the crash of the waves and the scent of coconut oil in the air.
But when Ava stripped naked and lay face down on the towel, all his efforts to remain neutral evaporated. The sun glinted off her skin, highlighting the curves that had become so familiar to him—yet so forbidden—over the past few weeks. Her back was a canvas of freckles and muscles, her ass a perfect peach that begged for his touch.
He took the sunscreen from her outstretched hand, his palms slick with sweat. “Okay,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “I’ll put it on you.”
Ava’s eyes remained closed, her breathing even. “Thanks, Max,” she said, her voice a low purr.
Max took a deep breath and squeezed out a dollop of sunscreen onto his palm. His heart was racing, his mind swirling with conflicting emotions. He knew this was wrong, but the heat from the sun, the sound of the waves, and the scent of coconut in the air combined to create an intoxicating cocktail that made it impossible to resist.
Gently, he began to smooth the sunscreen over Ava’s shoulders, her skin warm and supple under his touch. His hands trembled slightly, and he tried to convince himself that this was just a mother-son moment—normal, innocent. But as his fingertips traveled lower, tracing the contours of her back, he felt the undeniable pull of attraction.
Ava’s breath hitched ever so slightly as Max’s touch grew more lingering. She could feel the heat from his palms, the tremor in his fingers as they skimmed the small of her back, dangerously close to the swell of her ass. She knew she should stop him, but the feel of his touch was a balm to her own unspoken desires—desires she had thought she had buried long ago.
Max’s eyes grew darker, his pupils dilating as he took in the sight of his mother’s body. He had seen it all before, but this was different. This was real, unfiltered by the lens of a camera. The sun highlighted every curve and dimple, every imperfection that made her so beautifully, humanly perfect. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from her, his breathing growing ragged.
Ava felt his eyes on her, the weight of his stare a palpable presence. She knew what he was seeing—what every man saw when they looked at her. But she also knew that Max seeing her this way was not just any man seeing her, it was her son, and that made all the difference. Despite the warning bells clanging in her head, she felt a thrill run through her.
Max’s hand hovered over her ass, his breath hot against her skin. The urge to reach out and cup her cheek was almost unbearable, but he stopped himself. This was his mother, the woman who had cradled him, who had wiped his tears and kissed his boo-boos away. But she was also Ava Beck, the woman who had taught him about passion and desire. The woman whose image was burned into his mind from countless scenes.
“Mom,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with need. “I can’t do this.”
Ava’s eyes snapped open, her gaze locking with Max’s. In that moment, she saw the turmoil in his soul reflected in the depths of his eyes. “It’s okay,” she said softly, her voice a gentle caress. “But if we’re going to keep going, we need to be honest with each other.”
Max nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. “I know,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “But I just ... I want to touch you.”
Ava felt a shiver run down her spine at his admission. “It’s okay,” she said, her voice soothing despite the tumultuous sea of feelings inside her. “Just ... keep going.”
Max’s hand hovered over the round, sun-kissed flesh of her ass, his heart hammering in his chest. With a trembling hand, he touched her, the sensation of her skin against his fingertips sending a bolt of electricity through his body. He squeezed gently, feeling the firmness of her flesh give way before bouncing back, and a soft gasp escaped Ava’s lips.
Her eyes remained closed, but she could feel the intensity of his gaze, the hunger in his touch. It was a heady sensation, one that she had never expected to experience from her son. But as his hand explored further, tracing the curve of her hip and sliding down the length of her thigh, she knew that she could no longer ignore the connection that had been growing between them.
The air around them thickened, charged with a tension that was palpable. Ava’s breath hitched as Max’s fingertips grazed the edge of her bikini bottom, and she felt a warmth spread through her, a heat that had nothing to do with the tropical sun. For a moment, she considered stopping him, reminding him of the boundaries they had set. But the truth was, she didn’t want him to stop. The touch of her son’s hand on her skin was a strange and thrilling mix of comfort and desire that she hadn’t felt in years.
Max’s hand grew bolder, his touch lingering longer on the sensitive flesh of her thigh. He could feel the heat radiating from her, and it was driving him wild. The scent of coconut sunscreen mingled with the faint musk of arousal, and he knew that she wasn’t just allowing this—she was enjoying it. He slid his hand up, the fabric of her bikini the only barrier between his skin and hers, and felt the tremor of her body in response.
Ava took a deep breath, her heart racing. “Max,” she whispered, her voice a warning and a plea all at once. But she didn’t pull away, didn’t tell him to stop. Instead, she reached back and covered his hand with hers, guiding it over her ass, feeling the tension in his fingers as he gripped her flesh.
Max’s cock grew hard as he felt the weight of her hand, the unspoken permission she was giving him. He squeezed gently, feeling the firmness of her muscles, the softness of her skin. He could hear the blood rushing in his ears, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. This was wrong, so wrong, but it felt so right.
“Mom,” he breathed, his voice shaking. “Can I ... can I touch you more?”
Her response was a soft sigh, and she turned her head slightly to the side, allowing him to see the want in her eyes. “Just remember, baby,” she murmured, “this is a moment of connection, not something we can repeat.”
Max nodded, his heart racing as he slid his hand under the fabric of her bikini bottom, his fingers grazing the soft, damp folds of her sex. Ava’s breath hitched, and she bit her lower lip, the sensation of her son’s touch both foreign and exhilarating. She felt a rush of wetness, her body responding despite the wrongness of the situation.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she watched him, his gaze intense and focused as he explored her. His thumb found her clit, circling gently, and she couldn’t help the small moan that escaped her lips. The sound was like a siren’s call, and Max’s touch grew more insistent, more demanding. He had seen this so many times in her films, but now it was real, and the power was intoxicating.
Ava felt the tension coil in her belly, her body responding to his in a way that she had never expected. She knew she should stop him, but the feeling was too intense, too all-consuming. She leaned into his touch, her breath coming in gasps as the waves of pleasure began to build. The beach was full of people, but in this moment, they were the only two who mattered.
Max’s heart was racing as he touched his mother’s wet, swollen pussy. The reality of the situation washed over him, a heady mix of love, lust, and fear. He had never felt so alive, so connected to another person. His fingers danced over her clit, and she moaned softly, her body arching into his touch. He knew that he was crossing a line, but the way she responded to him made it impossible to stop.
Ava’s eyes closed again, her body shuddering with the first waves of orgasm. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. But in Max’s gentle touch, she found a comfort she hadn’t known was possible. Her orgasm built slowly, a crescendo of pleasure that seemed to go on forever, the warmth of the sun and the sound of the ocean the only other sensations that existed in the world.
As the last tremors of her climax subsided, Max pulled away, his hand shaking. The reality of what he had just done crashed over him like a wave, cold and shocking. He looked down at his mother, her body still quivering with the aftermath of pleasure, and felt a mix of arousal and awe.
Ava took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort. She opened her eyes to find Max staring at her, his expression a complex tapestry of emotions. “It’s okay, baby,” she said softly, reaching back to squeeze his hand. “We’re okay.”
Max nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. The weight of what they had just shared hung heavy in the air between them, a secret that could never be spoken of outside these four walls. They sat in silence for a moment, the only sound the distant crash of waves and the occasional laughter from the beachgoers nearby.
With a sudden jolt of clarity, Ava sat up and slipped her bikini back into place, her cheeks flushed. “We should ... we should go for a swim,” she said, her voice slightly shaky. “Before the sun sets.”
Max nodded, his own face a mask of confusion and excitement. He quickly pulled on his swim trunks and followed her to the water’s edge, the warm waves lapping at their feet. The coolness of the ocean was a stark contrast to the heat that still lingered in his veins, and he felt a sense of relief wash over him as they waded in.
The water was a perfect balm for the tumultuous emotions churning within him. He watched his mother dive into the waves, her powerful strokes slicing through the water with the grace of a mermaid. As he swam after her, Max couldn’t help but admire the way the light played off her body, the way the water clung to her curves.
Their eyes met, and for a brief moment, Max felt the world stop. The connection between them was palpable, a live wire of energy that crackled in the air. Ava’s gaze held his, a silent acknowledgment of what had just transpired. They swam together in the warm embrace of the sea, the saltwater a cleansing force that seemed to wash away the sins of their actions.
As they floated together in the gentle surf, Max felt something shift inside him. The attraction was still there, but now it was tempered with a newfound respect for the woman who had just shared such an intimate moment with him. He knew that they had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, but he also knew that their bond was stronger than ever.
They eventually made their way back to the shore, hand in hand, the setting sun casting a golden glow over their bodies. As they toweled off, Max looked at Ava and saw a new side to her—one that was vulnerable yet fiercely strong. She met his gaze, her own eyes filled with a mix of regret and determination.
“We can’t let this come between us,” she said firmly. “What happened was ... it was a moment of weakness, a mistake.”
Max nodded, his throat tight with emotion. “I know,” he said, his voice low. “But I can’t help how I feel.”
Ava took a deep breath, her eyes searching his face. “I know you can’t,” she said gently. “And I can’t help how I felt. But we need to move past this.”
They sat on the beach, watching the sun dip below the horizon, the colors of the sky painting a picture of a world that seemed to have shifted on its axis. The tension between them was palpable, a silent reminder of the secret they now shared.
“I love you, Mom,” Max whispered, his voice breaking. “But I think we need to talk about this.”
Ava turned to him, her eyes brimming with tears. “I love you too, Max,” she said, her voice cracking. “But maybe not right now. Let’s just ... let’s just enjoy the rest of our vacation.”
They fell into a heavy silence as the night closed in around them, the sound of the waves a soothing lullaby that sang of a world untouched by the complexities of desire and family. They had crossed a line, and there was no going back, but for now, they would cling to the shaky foundation of their new reality, hoping it was strong enough to support the weight of their love.
The vacation continued, a delicate dance of avoidance and shared glances. They talked about everything and nothing, their hearts heavy with the burden of their secret. Yet amidst the chaos of their emotions, there was a strange sort of comfort in their shared experience—a bond that transcended the boundaries of their relationship.
One evening, as the stars began to twinkle in the velvet sky, Ava suggested they try something new for dinner. “Let’s go to that local place,” she said, her voice filled with forced cheer. “They serve Sopa Leao Veloso, a famous Brazilian seafood soup.”
Max nodded, his heart racing at the prospect of spending another intimate evening with his mother. They walked hand in hand to the restaurant, the warm breeze carrying the tantalizing aroma of garlic and spices. The dimly lit eatery was filled with the sound of laughter and the clink of glasses, and the sight of couples lost in conversation made Max’s stomach twist with longing.
Their waiter, a flirtatious local named Carlos, brought them a bottle of chilled wine and a platter of fresh seafood appetizers. Ava’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she fed Max a piece of oyster, her thumb lingering on his lower lip. The gesture sent a jolt of electricity through him, and he knew that she was fully aware of the effect she had on him.
As they ate, the conversation remained light, dancing around the elephant in the room. Max tried to focus on the delicate flavors of the food, the briny taste of the shrimp and the sweetness of the plantains, but his mind kept drifting back to the feel of her skin under his touch. He could see the same unspoken tension in her eyes, the way they kept flicking towards him before darting away again, as if afraid of what they might reveal.
Then, as the night grew darker and the restaurant filled with the warm buzz of conversation, a mother and her young son approached their table. The boy looked up at them with hopeful eyes, holding his mother’s hand tightly. “Excuse me,” she said in broken English, a pleading look in her eyes. “Do you have any food to spare?”
Max looked at the boy, his heart breaking at the sight of his innocence, so starkly contrasted with the tangled web of desire and confusion he shared with Ava. He nodded, gesturing to the platter of seafood. “Please,” he said, “help yourself.”
The mother’s eyes lit up with gratitude, and she offered a warm smile before scooping up a generous portion for her son. The boy took the food with both hands, his eyes never leaving Ava’s face. He devoured the morsels eagerly, his cheeks flushing with pleasure at the unfamiliar flavors. It was a stark reminder of the purity of hunger and the simplicity of need—a stark contrast to the complex maze of emotions Max was navigating with his own mother.
As the mother and son walked away, their heads bent in conversation, Ava felt a pang of something deep within her. It wasn’t just the act of kindness or the connection they had just shared with strangers. It was the way Max had looked at her when she offered the food—a look that held so much more than just thanks. It was a look of pure, unfiltered adoration, one that made her stomach flutter and her heart ache.
They finished their meal in a more subdued silence than before, the weight of their situation pressing down on them like the humid night air. Max’s eyes kept drifting to her cleavage, and Ava found herself adjusting her top, both self-consciously and with a hint of seductive tease. The lines between them had blurred, and it was a dance they both knew they couldn’t keep up forever.
As they left the restaurant, the music from a nearby street festival filled the air. The rhythm of the samba called to them, and before Max could protest, Ava grabbed his hand and led him into the throng of dancers. The vibrant colors and the infectious energy of the crowd seemed to lift the heavy weight that had settled on their hearts. For a brief moment, they forgot about the lines they’d crossed, lost in the joy of the moment.
Ava’s hips swayed with the music, her body moving in a way that was both mesmerizing and natural. Max couldn’t help but watch her, the way her skin glistened with sweat, the way the fabric of her dress clung to her curves. She caught his gaze and offered a small smile, one that seemed to say she knew exactly what he was thinking but didn’t judge him for it.
As they danced, their bodies brushed together, a friction that sent sparks of electricity through Max’s veins. Ava’s breasts pressed against his chest, her breath warm against his neck as she leaned in close to whisper in his ear. “Remember, baby,” she said, “this is just for tonight. We’re just ... dancing.”
Max nodded, his throat tight, the scent of her perfume intoxicating. He knew he couldn’t let this go further, but the feel of her against him was driving him crazy. The music swelled around them, the beat a pulsing heart that matched the rhythm of their desire. They danced, their movements growing more sensual with each step, their bodies speaking a language that transcended words.
Her warm breast pressed against his cheek as Ava pulled his head closer, their bodies moving in perfect synchronicity. Max felt the heat of her, the softness of her flesh, and he couldn’t help but let his hand slide down her back, his fingertips grazing the small of her back before coming to rest on the swell of her ass. The fabric of her dress was damp with sweat, clinging to her body like a second skin, and he could feel the muscles tensing beneath his touch.
Her breath was hot against his ear as they swayed to the music, and Max could feel the pulse of her heart racing in time with his own. He knew he should pull away, knew that this was a line that could never be uncrossed once it was breached, but the intoxicating scent of her, the feel of her body against his, was too much to resist. He let his hand slip further down, cupping her ass fully, feeling the firmness of her flesh beneath his palm.
Ava gasped at the sudden boldness of his touch, her eyes flying open to meet his. For a moment, she looked surprised—and then something else. Desire flared in the depths of her gaze, a hunger that mirrored his own. The music washed over them like a wave, and Max felt himself drowning in it, in the heat of her body, in the sweetness of the moment.
Around them, the dancers swirled in a kaleidoscope of color and passion, their movements as fluid as the music that guided them. Max noticed a nearby couple, the man’s hand squeezing his partner’s ass in time with the beat, and he felt a thrill of arousal shoot through him. He watched the way the woman leaned into the touch, her eyes half-closed with pleasure, and he knew he had to do the same.
With a boldness that surprised even himself, Max pulled Ava closer, his hand sliding down to cup her firm, round ass. A soft gasp escaped her lips, and she looked at him, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and desire. For a moment, they simply stared at each other, the world around them fading away, until the beat of the music grew too intense to ignore.
Her hips rolled against his, and Max felt the fabric of her dress dampen with sweat as she moved. The friction between their bodies was electric, and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of power as he watched the lust build in her gaze. Her hand snaked around his waist, her fingers digging into his skin as they danced, a silent plea for more contact.
The music grew louder, the beat more demanding, and Max’s hand slipped lower, his fingertips grazing the edge of her bikini bottom. Ava’s breath caught in her throat, and she leaned into his touch, her movements growing more brazen. The crowd around them was a blur of color and motion, the only reality the two of them and the pounding of their hearts.
Max felt a rush of arousal like he’d never felt before, the line between right and wrong blurring with every beat of the music. Ava’s body was a siren’s call, and he was powerless to resist. He slid his hand under the fabric of her bikini, his fingers finding her slick and swollen pussy. She gasped, her body arching into his touch, her hands tightening around his neck.
Their dance became a grind, a passionate and desperate search for release. Max’s cock strained against his shorts, and he knew that if he didn’t stop now, there would be no turning back. But the way Ava’s eyes searched his, the way her body melted into his, was too tempting. He slipped two fingers inside her, and she moaned, her legs trembling.
The music pulsed through them like a living entity, guiding their movements, their breaths synced in a rhythm that was both erotic and terrifying. Max could feel her pussy growing wetter with each stroke, the warmth of her desire enveloping his hand. The crowd around them was lost to their own passion, oblivious to the taboo dance happening in their midst.
Ava’s eyes never left his, a silent plea for more. Her moans grew louder, and he knew that she was close to climax. He quickened his pace, his own arousal threatening to spill over. The heat between them was palpable, and the scent of her desire filled his nose, making his head swim.
With a final, desperate thrust of his fingers, Ava came, her body convulsing in his arms as she cried out. Max held her tight, the tremors of her orgasm echoing through his own body. They stayed that way for a moment, locked in an embrace that was more intimate than any they had ever shared.
The music slowly wound down, the dancers around them dispersing into the night, leaving them standing there in the flickering glow of the street lamps. Ava pulled away, her cheeks flushed and her eyes shining with a mix of pleasure and fear. “We ... we can’t,” she whispered, her voice ragged.
Max nodded, his chest heaving. “I know,” he said, his hand still lingering on her waist. “But we did.”
They stood there, the reality of what they had done crashing over them like a wave. The vacation that was supposed to heal them had instead torn open a wound that neither knew how to dress. But as they looked into each other’s eyes, Max realized something had changed. The attraction that had been simmering just beneath the surface had boiled over, and now there was no containing it.
They stumbled back to their hotel room, the weight of their secret heavy on their shoulders. The walls of the elevator seemed to close in on them, the air thick with the scent of desire and regret. As they reached the door to their suite, Ava turned to Max, her eyes searching his.
“We need to talk,” she said, her voice shaky. “But not now.”
Max nodded, understanding all too well. The door opened, and they stepped inside, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat that still lingered between them. They changed into their night clothes in silence, the mood in the room charged with unspoken words.
As Ava slipped into bed, she couldn’t shake the image of Max’s hand on her, his fingers buried deep inside her. It was wrong, she knew, but it felt so right. Her body thrummed with need, the echoes of her orgasm still resonating through her. She closed her eyes, willing the feelings away, but they remained, a constant throb in the back of her mind.
Max lay on the couch, the TV casting a flickering glow across his troubled face. He stared at the ceiling, his mind racing with thoughts of Ava, of her naked body writhing in pleasure beneath his touch. He knew that they had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, but the intensity of their connection was too strong to ignore.
The silence grew heavier, the tick of the clock a solemn reminder of the time that was slipping away. They were trapped in a dance of desire that had no clear steps, no clear end. And as the night deepened, both of them knew that there was no going back to the way things were before—not now, not ever. The beach, the sun, the music—it had all been a backdrop to a scene that would forever alter the course of their lives.
The tension in the air was thick as they lay there, each lost in their own thoughts. But as the hours bled into morning, the silence grew more comfortable, the weight of their secret a shared burden that somehow brought them closer. And as the first light of dawn peeked through the curtains, Ava slipped into Max’s arms, their bodies fitting together as if they were made for this—for each other.
For the rest of the vacation, they avoided the topic, dancing around their feelings with the same grace they had used on the beach. But the air between them was charged, a current of desire that neither could ignore. They held hands, they kissed—innocently at first, then with a passion that left them both breathless. And when they made love, it was with a fierceness that surprised even them.
On their final night in Rio, as they packed their bags, there was a knock at the door. Ava answered, and her eyes widened when she saw Lucas, her former co-star, standing in the hallway. He was tall and muscular, with dark hair and a wicked smile that had made him a legend in the Brazilian porn industry. Max’s heart skipped a beat as he watched them embrace, a hint of jealousy flaring in his chest.
“Lucas,” Ava exclaimed, surprised but delighted. “What are you doing here?”
Max felt a stab of jealousy as he took in the man’s rugged good looks and the easy way he held Ava. He knew Lucas from his mother’s stories, tales of their steamy on-screen encounters and the friendship that had blossomed beyond the set.
“I heard you were in town,” Lucas said, his eyes twinkling. “And since the carnival starts tonight, I couldn’t pass up the chance to show you two the real Rio.”
Max felt his stomach drop. The carnival—the ultimate celebration of sensuality and excess. He glanced at Ava, whose smile had widened at the mention of the event. “Lucas, you really shouldn’t have,” she said, her voice filled with genuine warmth.
“Nonsense,” Lucas said, his eyes raking over Max with a knowing glint. “I insist. Besides, it’s my way of saying congrats on your award nomination, Mrs. Ava.”
Max forced a smile, his jealousy simmering just below the surface. He knew Ava had worked with many men over the years, but seeing one of them in the flesh, knowing the intimate history they shared, was a new level of discomfort. He watched as Lucas leaned in to kiss Ava on each cheek, his hands lingering on her waist.
The carnival was a whirlwind of color and sound, with the pounding drums and vibrant samba rhythms filling the air. The streets were alive with half-nude dancers, their bodies glistening with sweat and glitter, and the scent of grilling meats and spicy drinks permeated the night. Max felt like an outsider, his anxiety rising as Ava and Lucas fell into an easy banter filled with inside jokes and shared memories.
As they walked, Lucas’s hand rested casually on Ava’s lower back, guiding her through the throngs of people. Max couldn’t help but notice the way her hips swayed, the way she laughed at Lucas’s stories, and the way her eyes sparkled with excitement. The sight of them together, so comfortable and intimate, stirred a cauldron of emotions within him—desire, jealousy, and fear all swirling together.
They reached a street corner where a troupe of dancers, dressed in feathered headdresses and sequined bikinis, were performing an impromptu show. Ava’s eyes lit up, and she grabbed Max’s hand, pulling him into the crowd. Lucas followed, his gaze never leaving Max’s face. The music was hypnotic, the dancers’ bodies moving with a sensuality that seemed to beckon to them, to invite them to lose themselves in the rhythm.
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