Like Mother, Like Son
Copyright© 2026 by Deckhard
Chapter 4
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 4 - A mother and son discover they share the same insatiable appetite. What starts as a shared frustration over failed relationships quickly turns into a taboo exploration of their undeniable chemistry.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fiction Incest Mother Son
They went downstairs. Frida poured something light. Vodka with a splash of soda and lime. Handled him one. They walked out to the deck.
The night was warm. The sky was full of stars. The pool was still glowing faintly blue. The lounge chair was still there by the water. The same one where she’d been with Sam just a few hours ago.
Frida leaned against the railing and looked up at the sky. The sarong hung low on her hips. Her breasts were bare. Her nipples were hard in the night air. She brought a vape to her lips, inhaling deeply before exhaling thick grey plumes that billowed out of her flaring nostrils, catching Viggo’s attention and turning him on. Noticing the effect she had on him, she met his eyes and did it again, slowly, letting the vapor drift between them.
Viggo looked at her. At the curve of her profile. At the way the starlight fell on her skin. At her body.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said.
She turned and looked at him. “You too, honey.”
They stood there for a minute. Sipping their drinks. Looking at the stars. Looking at each other.
“So,” he said. “What happened?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing? I kind of did things up there.”
She smirked. “You sucked on my nipple. Nothing new. You’ve done it before.”
He stared at her. Then they both started laughing. Real laughter. The kind that comes from somewhere deep. From shared absurdity.
“What if we actually do it?” he asked.
“Do what?”
“Make love.”
“Make love,” she repeated. “Just like our partners wanted us to do.”
He laughed. “Well. What if we fuck?”
“Okay. Why not?”
“You’re not against it?”
She turned to face him. Her sarong slipped a little lower on her hips. “Do I look like I’m against it?”
“Don’t you think it’s wrong?”
“Well. I’m not gonna get pregnant. I don’t have a husband. You don’t have a girlfriend or wife. So why would it be wrong?”
“A million reasons. Society. Everything.”
“I’ve always been a rebel. You know me.” She stepped closer. “I know you too. You’ve always been a rebel. And I love you. You love me.”
“Yes.”
“Let’s go back upstairs.”
They lay side by side on the bed. Their shoulders and arms touching, closer than the previous time, more intimate.
“I want to return the favor,” Frida said.
Viggo looked at her. “I just came on your bed, Mom. You know.”
She smiled. “I didn’t touch you when you came. I want to do the same for you.”
“Okay.”
She stepped closer. Put one hand under his balls. Cupped them. Fondled them slowly. Gently. Rolling them in her palm.
Then she leaned in and put her lips against his ear. Her breath was warm. Her tongue traced the edge of his earlobe. Then the side of his neck. Little wet kisses along the skin there.
“Oh god,” he breathed. “That feels so good.”
“Yeah. It does, doesn’t it?” She licked his neck again. “Just like you were talking into my ear. That felt so good. It’s always so good. Not many people know how to do this.”
Her hand moved lower. Past his balls. Down. Her fingers found his butthole. She traced around it slowly.
“Oh god.” His voice cracked. “Are you gonna do that?”
“I know you like it. Everybody likes it.”
“What do you mean?”
“From my experience, all men like to be fingered there.”
“Okay.” He swallowed. “How about lube?”
She pulled her hand up to his face. Held her fingers in front of his mouth. “Spit.”
He spat on her fingers. Two thick strings of saliva.
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