Mike and Helen
Copyright© 2025 by work for nothin
Chapter 20: Lost Love in Bloom Again
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 20: Lost Love in Bloom Again - Helen Price and Mike Price are a mother and son who are in an incestuous relationship. After a long relationship, Mike becomes increasingly obsessed with his mother and wants to possess her completely. Can Mike completely possess Helen, who has decide to be one of the women of a gang leader named Big Daddy?
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual Rape Romantic Fiction Crime War Incest Mother Son Orgy Interracial Black Male White Female Anal Sex Double Penetration Fisting Sex Toys Cat-Fighting Violence AI Generated
The next morning, Mike awoke to the sound of the ocean outside the window, the light from the rising sun casting a warm glow across the rumpled bed. The three women slept peacefully beside him, their soft breathing a comforting symphony in the quiet room. He knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in his life, one where he would learn to love without judgment and embrace the woman who had raised him, even if it meant letting her live her life on her own terms.
With a sigh, he slipped out of bed, his muscles still feeling the ache of the previous night’s exertions. He knew he had to face the day, to start the process of healing and forgiving. As he looked out over the horizon, the promise of a new dawn filled him with hope. He had a lot to do, a lot to learn, but he was ready. The future looked bright, full of potential and passion.
Mike gathered his clothes and dressed quickly, the cool air of the room a stark reminder of the reality outside their cocoon of intimacy. He took a moment to appreciate the beauty of the three women who had shared his bed, their forms a canvas of soft curves and gentle sighs. With a gentle kiss to each of their foreheads, he whispered a silent thank you for the gift they had given him—a night of release and understanding.
Before leaving, Mike placed a generous stack of cash on the nightstand, a gesture of appreciation and respect for their time and talents. He knew that this was their work, but to him, it had been so much more—a lesson in love, acceptance, and the power of letting go. He hoped that the money would be a symbol of the newfound freedom he felt within himself.
The ride home was bittersweet. The early morning sun painted the world in soft pastels, a stark contrast to the tumultuous emotions churning in Mike’s soul. Each mile brought him closer to the reality he had to face—his mother’s rejection and the precarious balance of his life as it stood. Yet, the warmth of the sun and the gentle caress of the sea breeze served as a balm to his bruised heart.
As he pulled into the driveway of the house that no longer felt like home, Mike knew what he had to do. He needed to talk to Helen, to somehow bridge the chasm that had opened up between them. It was a daunting task, but one he felt more equipped to handle after his revelatory night with Kavayanna and her girls. He had a newfound sense of purpose and understanding that propelled him forward.
Kavayanna had assured him that she would arrange the meeting, her voice steady and firm. She had seen the pain in his eyes and knew that healing was what Mike needed most. The idea of facing Helen, the woman who had brought him into this world only to cast him out of her new life, was terrifying, but he was ready to take the first step.
Mike made his way to the bathroom, the cool tiles a stark contrast to the warmth of the hotel bedroom. The sound of the shower running echoed through the room as he stepped inside, the steam enveloping him like a warm embrace. He let the water cascade over his body, washing away the remnants of the night before. As the soap slipped over his skin, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of rebirth. The ‘Forbidden Fruits’ had offered him more than just a night of passion—they had shown him a new way of thinking, of understanding the complexities of love and desire.
Dressing in the crisp morning light, he descended the stairs to the kitchen, his stomach rumbling with hunger. The room was a warm, cozy space filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. The sight of the well-stocked fridge and gleaming pots and pans brought a smile to his face. This was his chance to show his appreciation, to offer something tangible beyond the money he had left. With a sense of purpose, he began to cook breakfast for the four of them—an elaborate spread of eggs, bacon, toast, and fruit, each dish a symbol of the new beginnings that lay ahead.
The sizzle of the bacon filled the air as he cracked eggs into the skillet, their yolk’s golden orbs breaking and spreading like a promise of what was to come. He moved with a precision that was surprising even to himself, the scents of the meal mingling and dancing around him like invisible lovers. Each dish was a canvas for his newfound understanding of love and acceptance, each ingredient a stroke of color that painted a picture of his future.
As he worked, his thoughts drifted to Helen. He knew that the conversation ahead would not be easy, but he felt a strange sense of peace knowing that he had made the first move. He had chosen to understand her, to respect her choices, and now he hoped she would do the same for him.
The scent of sizzling bacon and eggs filled the kitchen, and Mike couldn’t help but remember the morning in Big Daddy’s cabin when Helen had been the one to cook for him—only she had been naked, her body glistening with the sweat of their previous night’s escapades. The memory made his cheeks flush with heat, a stark contrast to the cold reality that now separated them. But even as he recalled the intimate moments they had shared, he knew that those days were gone.
The toast popped up, and he deftly placed it on a plate, arranging the food with care. The clinking of silverware and the sound of plates being set on the table were the only sounds in the otherwise quiet house. As he worked, he felt the weight of his decision to move on with his life. It was time to accept that Helen had made her choice, and he had to make his. The ‘Forbidden Fruits’ community had become his family, and he was ready to embrace them fully.
Mike took a deep breath, his heart feeling lighter than it had in days. He knew that the path ahead would not be easy, but he had a newfound strength that came from knowing his own worth and the acceptance of his mother’s choices. He would not allow their past to define him anymore. Instead, he would forge his own future, one filled with love, passion, and the freedom to explore his own desires without judgment.
With the breakfast laid out on the table, he sat down to eat, the warmth of the food spreading through his body as he took the first bite. Each mouthful was a declaration of his independence, a celebration of his new life. The sweetness of the strawberries and the saltiness of the bacon seemed to mirror the bittersweet journey he had been on—a journey that had led him to this moment of clarity.
As he ate, Mike couldn’t resist the urge to check his website, ‘Forbidden Fruits’. He had built it from the ground up, and it had become a beacon for those seeking a community of acceptance and sexual exploration. The sight of the dashboard, with its sleek design and the thumbnails of the latest videos, brought a sense of pride and excitement. The numbers grew with each passing second—subscriptions, views, and comments—a testament to the impact he was making in the lives of others.
The screen flickered to life, revealing a flurry of notifications. Mike’s heart raced as he saw that a new member had joined, someone with the username ‘CuriousCathy’. He clicked on the profile, and his eyes widened in shock. It was Mrs. Daniels, the woman he had helped prepare for her first anal scene. A wave of nostalgia washed over him, and he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of arousal at the thought of their shared history.
Her profile picture was a close-up of her beautiful face, a knowing smile playing on her lips, hinting at the secrets she held. Her bio read, “Wife, mother, and lover of the taboo. Ready to explore the forbidden with like-minded souls.” Mike felt his cock twitch at the thought of what she might be looking for. It had been a while since he had seen her, and the memories of their encounter were still fresh in his mind.
But before he could delve into the rabbit hole of curiosity that was Mrs. Daniels’ profile, his phone buzzed with an alert from his bank app. He had been so caught up in the events of the past few days that he had barely checked his finances. Opening the app, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets—his account balance had skyrocketed. The success of ‘Forbidden Fruits’ was undeniable, and the revenue was pouring in. He had never had this much money, and it was all thanks to the empire he had built on the foundation of their shared desires.
Mike’s mind raced with the possibilities. He could upgrade the website, produce even more content, and expand their reach. The money represented not just financial success, but the power to shape the lives of others like him who were seeking acceptance and understanding. It was a heady feeling, one that made him feel both humbled and invincible.
But the ringing of his mobile phone brought him crashing back to reality. The screen displayed an unknown number, but he had a feeling it was Kavayanna. He had given her his number in case of emergencies or if she had any updates on the plan they had discussed. He swiped to answer, his heart pounding in anticipation.
“Mike, darling,” her sultry voice purred through the speaker. “I’ve got a little surprise for you. I’m at a quaint café by the beach. You know the place, young man? So get on your bike now and meet me here.”
Her words were a siren’s call, and Mike couldn’t resist. He jumped up, his breakfast forgotten, and rushed to the garage, his heart racing. He knew the café she talked about—it was a cozy spot where they had once shared a mother-son lunch that had ended with a forbidden kiss. The irony wasn’t lost on him as he swung his leg over the motorbike, the engine roaring to life beneath him. The cool morning air was invigorating as he sped down the winding road, the scent of the ocean growing stronger with each passing mile.
When he arrived at the café, the outdoor seating area was bustling with early birds savoring their morning brew. Kavayanna sat at a table in the corner, a cup of coffee in front of her and a knowing smile on her lips. She was dressed in a simple sundress that did nothing to hide the curves that had haunted Mike’s dreams for months. He couldn’t help but feel a swell of desire as he approached her, but he also felt a profound sense of gratitude for the way she had guided him through the tumultuous night.
“Mike, darling, please have a seat,” she said as he sat down, her voice as smooth as the jazz playing in the background. “I’ve had a little chat about you with Big Daddy. You know, even he was ex-con, he’s quite the persuasive man.”
Her eyes twinkled with mischief, and Mike felt his heart skip a beat. He knew what she was referring to—his apology to Helen. “What did he say?” he managed to ask, trying to keep his voice steady.
Kavayanna took a sip of her coffee, her gaze never leaving his. “Well, Big Daddy can be quite the charmer when he wants to be. He agreed to talk to Helen, to persuade her to meet you here. He understands the importance of family, especially one as ... unique as yours.” She winked, and Mike felt a glimmer of hope.