Stella Williams Story
Copyright© 2025 by work for nothin
Chapter 1
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A single mother in an incestuous relationship with her son is disappointed because she cannot fulfill her promise to give her son a gift after graduation. With the help of her friend, Stella is able to find a way.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa Teenagers Consensual Romantic Fiction Incest Mother Son Anal Sex
Stella Williams leaned against the peeling, avocado-green countertop in Georgia Cox’s kitchen, her elbows propping her up as she sipped on a steaming cup of coffee. The room was a snapshot of 70s charm, complete with a chipped formica table and a wallpaper that was more yellow than any lemon had a right to be. The scent of burnt toast lingered in the air, a testament to the breakfast rush that had taken place earlier that morning.
“Girl, you ain’t gonna believe what happened at the store yesterday,” Stella said, a smirk playing at the corner of her mouth.
Georgia looked up from her half-eaten plate of eggs, her interest piqued. “What now?”
Stella took a deep breath and set her mug down with a thud. “So, you know how Ty has been eyeing me like a piece of fresh meat at the deli?” She paused for dramatic effect, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Georgia’s eyebrows shot up. “You don’t say?”
Stella nodded, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of brown. “Mm-hmm. That boy couldn’t keep his hands to himself. I swear, he’s got the nerve of a cat burglar.”
“What’d he do?” Georgia asked, a hint of amusement in her voice as she wiped her mouth with a napkin.
Stella’s smirk grew into a full-blown grin. “Let’s just say, my ass is more popular than a free sample at Costco now.”
Georgia’s eyes widened in shock, her amusement replaced by surprise. “You’re kidding?”
Stella’s grin remained in place, but her voice took on a more serious tone. “I wish I was, G. But that my boy ... he’s something else. He waited ‘til we were home alone, and before I knew it, he had me bent over the couch.” She paused, a shiver running down her spine at the memory. “He was so gentle, though. I mean, it hurt like hell, but he was so sweet about it.”
Georgia’s expression grew concerned, setting her fork down. “How bad are you hurt, Stell?”
Stella waved a hand dismissively, though the pain was still a fresh, pulsing ache between her legs. “It’s not like that, G. It’s just ... different, you know? Like, my pussy’s been my own for so long, and now it’s like I’ve gotta share it with him. But he’s my son, so...” She trailed off, a mix of confusion and something akin to pride swirling in her chest.
“But it hurt more than your first time?” Georgia pressed, her voice a mix of curiosity and concern.
“No, it’s not like that,” Stella corrected her friend with a shake of her head. “It’s like ... I don’t know. It’s like when you get a new pair of shoes, and they’re just a bit too tight. You know they’re gonna look good on you, and you’re happy to have ‘em, but damn if they don’t pinch at first.” She took another sip of her coffee, letting the warm liquid soothe her dry throat. “It’s just different, is all. And, I’ll admit, there’s a part of me that’s proud of him for taking what he wants. He’s growing up, and it’s like he’s claiming his place in the world.”
Georgia leaned back in her chair, her gaze thoughtful. “I get that, Stell. But, you know, my Jim’s been eyeing me too. And I just can’t let him fuck me in the ass. He’s a young man now, and he’s got a cock that’s bigger than any toy I’ve got. I don’t think my poor butt can handle it.” She laughed nervously, a blush rising to her cheeks.
Stella’s eyes narrowed slightly, her mind racing. “Well, maybe it’s just something we gotta get used to. I mean, we’re the ones that taught them it’s okay, right?” She took a deep breath, trying to ignore the twinge of doubt in her voice. “I’ve heard that if you just relax, it doesn’t have to hurt so much.”
Georgia’s expression was a mix of skepticism and curiosity. “But why, Stell? Why do you gotta let your own kids do this to you?”
Stella sighed, pushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “It’s complicated, G. You remember that promise I made to Ty when he was just a kid?”
“The one about the vacation?” Georgia nodded, her brows knitting together.
Stella nodded solemnly. “Yeah, that one. You know, I always told Ty that if he graduated from his high school, I’d take him on a vacation. Somewhere nice, like Hawaii or Cancun. He had his heart set on it, the poor kid.” She took a deep breath, her chest tightening at the memory. “But when he actually did it, when he got his diploma and looked at me with those hopeful eyes, I realized I didn’t have the cash to make it happen. We’re just scraping by here, you know?”
Her friend’s gaze softened with understanding. “So, you gave him something else instead?”
“I did,” Stella admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I told him that since I couldn’t give him what I promised, I’d give him something else. Something special.” She paused, her cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and something else—excitement maybe? “I told him he could have my ass. You know, as a graduation present.”
Georgia’s eyes widened, and she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to match Stella’s. “And he took it?”
“He did,” Stella confirmed, her voice filled with a strange sort of pride. “He was so gentle, G. Like he was opening a treasure chest or something. It hurt, but not as much as I thought it would. And the way he looked at me after ... it was like I’d given him the world.”
The two women sat in silence for a moment, the weight of the conversation heavy in the air. Stella took another sip of her coffee, her mind racing with the implications of what she’d just shared. She hadn’t told anyone else about her decision, not even her husband, who was blissfully unaware of the new dynamic in their household.
Finally, she broke the silence. “I know it’s messed up, but I think it brought us closer. He’s always been a good kid, but now it’s like we’re on the same page. Like we’ve got a secret nobody else knows.”
Georgia nodded slowly, her eyes thoughtful. “I can see that. But what about when it comes time for you to keep your promise to Tim?”
Stella’s shoulders slumped, her expression turning grim. “Well, that’s the kicker. I’ve been putting aside what I can, but it’s not going to be enough. And I can’t exactly give him the same thing, can I?” She let out a short, bitter laugh. “What kind of mother would I be if I did?”
Her friend reached over and placed a comforting hand on hers. “You’ll figure it out, Stell. You always do.”
The words hung in the air, and for a brief moment, Stella allowed herself to believe they were true. But deep down, she knew she was playing with fire. And she had a feeling that soon, she’d have to face the consequences of the promises she’d made in the name of love and acceptance in this peculiar neighborhood where the lines of familial intimacy were blurred beyond recognition.
The door to the kitchen swung open, and Ty stumbled in, his hair still damp from the shower. He was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, his muscular chest glistening with droplets of water. Stella’s heart skipped a beat as she took in the sight of him, her body reacting in ways she never thought it would to her own flesh and blood. She quickly averted her gaze, not wanting to give away the thoughts that were racing through her mind.
Georgia’s voice cut through the tension, “Why don’t you get a side job, Stell? Maybe you could save up for that trip to Hawaii.”
But Stella’s thoughts had already drifted to Ty, who was now standing just a few feet away, his eyes locked on hers. He lifted her skirt up, the fabric whispering against her thighs, revealing the simple, white cotton panties she’d thrown on that morning. His gaze was intense, filled with a hunger that was unmistakable.
“It’s not just about the money, G,” Stella said, her voice a little shaky as Ty’s hand brushed against her leg and pull off her panties. “It’s about what I’m willing to give up for them.”
But Georgia was already on her feet, a glint in her eye. “Hell, Stell, if you got it, flaunt it! And if flaunting it can get you that trip, why not?”
With surprising deftness, Georgia stepped behind Stella and gently spread her friend’s ass cheeks apart. Stella gasped as she felt cool air kiss her most intimate parts, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned back into the touch, her eyes never leaving Ty’s. He stepped closer, his towel dropping to the floor, revealing his hard cock standing at full attention. It was true what Stella had said—he was a man now, and his cock was indeed a sight to behold.
Georgia leaned in closer, her voice low and conspiratorial. “You’ve got a body that could make the angels weep, Stell. Why not make some coin off it?”
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