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Copyright© 2026 by Big Ed Magusson
Chapter 2
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2 - They’re afraid of missing out… maybe Mom can help. Finn and MacKenzie have been together since they were thirteen. They both wonder what it’d be like to be with other people but they don’t want to damage their relationship. Maybe Mom has some advice… A taboo novel about creative ways to avoid the Fear Of Missing Out.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Incest Mother Daughter
MacKenzie leaped off of Finn. She hurriedly grabbed her robe and discarded shoes. She quickly looked around, while Finn grabbed his own clothes and towel. When the door from the garage to the kitchen opened, they both dashed down the hall—her to her bedroom, him to the bathroom. He just barely remembered not to slam the door as he closed it behind him. Panting, he leaned against it.
That had been close!
Finn wiped the juices off his cock with the towel. He then folded it and shoved it to the bottom of the stack under the sink. Mac could move it to the laundry hamper later. The evidence hidden, he quickly got dressed.
He took a few deep breaths to calm himself. Then he checked himself in the mirror. Other than being a little flushed, he looked fine.
He hit the handle on the toilet, and then washed his hands. The noise should help alleviate any suspicions. Then he took another deep breath, checked himself over once more, and went out to meet Mac’s mom.
Ms. O’Connell stood in the kitchen, thumbing through the mail that Mac had left on the table. She was frowning until she saw Finn, and then she smiled.
“Finn!” she said. “How was tux shopping?”
“Fine,” he said smoothly. “I found a good one.”
“Good. Did it take long?”
“A while. There were a lot of choices.” Well, a lot of choices for Eli. But if Ms. O’Connell thought he’d spent longer shopping than he had...
She nodded and returned to looking at the mail. When her chestnut hair fell across her face, she brushed it back. Then she frowned when she got to one envelope. She set the others down and started tearing it open.
“So,” she asked, “are you staying for dinner?”
“I’d love to,” he said. “Dishes as usual?”
“Yep.” She grinned. “Unless you and Mac want to cook tonight. I was planning on tacos.”
Her eyes darted back to the envelope, but she didn’t unfold the letter. Instead she looked pointedly at Finn.
He got the hint. “I’ll go ask her.”
Ms. O’Connell nodded and only then unfolded the letter.
Finn left, wondering what was taking Mac so long.
Finn found MacKenzie kneeling by the couch in the family room. She saw him come in and jerked upright, her face full of alarm. Then she looked past him, and sagged with relief.
“What?” he said quietly.
“My panties.”
“Huh?”
“I don’t have them.”
“You don’t have them?!”
She wildly looked around. “They gotta be here somewhere.”
Finn’s eyebrows shot up. He instinctively glanced back toward the kitchen, but didn’t see Ms. O’Connell.
“Okay, okay.” He thought furiously. She’d taken them off just before joining him on the couch, so they had to be somewhere near there.
But before he could plunge his hand between the cushions, they heard Ms. O’Connell’s footsteps. MacKenzie quickly moved to intercept her.
“Mom! Can Finn stay for dinner?”
“Of course. He needs to make sure it’s okay with his parents.”
Finn smiled. That wouldn’t be a problem. His parents loved MacKenzie. His mom called her the “daughter she’d never had.”
Which was a small problem, actually. They’d disown him if he dated anyone else. Not that he’d blame them, but...
Ms. O’Connell caught his expression and frowned.
“Oh, I’m sure it’ll be fine.” He fished his phone out of his pocket. “I’ll check right now.”
“Thank you.” Ms. O’Connell smiled before continuing on to the bathroom.
As soon as she was out of sight, MacKenzie let out a relieved sigh and dropped once again to her knees. As she poked around under the couch, Finn called his mom.
As expected, Finn’s mom was fine with him staying for dinner. What was not fine was MacKenzie couldn’t find her panties. Not under the couch. Not in the cushions. Not lying on the floor somewhere. MacKenzie grew more silently frantic with each place she looked. She only stopped when they heard her mom returning from the bathroom.
Ms. O’Connell slowly strode into the family room with a sour smile. She paused, and looked from MacKenzie to Finn and back again.
Then she held up MacKenzie’s panties, letting them dangle from her hand.
“Would either of you care to explain this?”
Finn’s heart pounded. He stared at the panties and then Ms. O’Connell’s face. She wasn’t mad—more irked. He had no idea what to say.
Neither did MacKenzie. She stood, frozen, staring wide-eyed at her mom.
“I found them wrapped inside a dirty towel under the sink,” Ms. O’Connell said. “Dirty ... with stains I recognized.”
Finn still couldn’t move. MacKenzie started to breathe hard, almost in panic.
“I know you two are having sex. But ... use the hamper, please?”
“You ... you know?” MacKenzie stammered.
“Of course I know. Who pays for your birth control pills?”
“But she said she wouldn’t tell you!”
Ms. O’Connell sighed. “Your doctor didn’t. The billing department did. It’s in the pharmacy receipts.”
“Oh, god!”
Ms. O’Connell’s face softened. “It’s okay. I’ve known for sometime and I’m fine with it. You two love each other and, well,” she smiled, “I remember being eighteen, too.”
Finn let out a long, relieved breath.
“Besides,” Ms. O’Connell said with a smirk, “I’m glad someone in this house is getting laid.” She tossed the panties to MacKenzie. “Hamper next time.” She gave Finn a pointed look. “I’m going to fix dinner.”
He nodded. “I’ll be right there.”
They didn’t talk about anything meaningful until they’d all sat down for dinner. Ms. O’Connell waited until they’d even had a few bites before she set her fork down and propped her elbows on the table.
“Now,” she said, “that the secrets are out, let’s talk.”
Fear flashed on Mackenzie’s face, so Finn leaned forward.
“You mean about us having sex?”
“Mmm hmm. Obviously I don’t mind, but your parents might.” Ms. O’Connell nodded at Finn.
“They know,” he said. “I told my dad a year ago.”
“That makes thing simpler. Now, I don’t mind but trying to hide it and stuffing dirty towels in with the clean ones needs to stop.”
She looked pointedly at her daughter until Finn cleared his throat.
“That was my fault,” he said. “I apologize.”
“What were you doing?”
“Uh ... we were having sex on the couch. The towel was to keep the cushion clean.”
That drew a smile from Ms. O’Connell. “Well, I’m glad you had that much sense.”
“Thank you,” MacKenzie said softly.
“I do appreciate it.” Ms. O’Connell sighed and rolled her eyes. “Lord knows...” But then she smiled. “Anyway ... please keep doing that.”
Finn furrowed his brow. “Using a towel.”
“Mmm hmm. But put it in the wash next time, please.”
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