Like Mother, Like Son
Copyright© 2026 by Deckhard
Chapter 6
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
“Help me up,” Frida said.
He reached down and took her hand. Pulled her into a sitting position. She winced.
“Oh my back.” She rolled her shoulders. “Let’s not have sex on this thing ever again. The one in the solarium is so much plusher. Let’s order one more of those for outside.”
“Okay, Mom.”
They walked inside. The kitchen was cool after the sun. Frida stood there. Covered in oil and cum and sweat. It was everywhere.
Viggo grabbed a damp towel from the sink. Walked over to her. Started wiping her face. Carefully. Gently. Her eyelids first. She closed her eyes. Let him work.
Then her cheek. Her chin. Her neck. He moved lower. Her chest. Her breasts. Wiping the cum out of her cleavage. Dabbing at the dried spots on her skin.
Lower. Her stomach. Her hips.
Then he reached her pussy.
He wiped her gently. The towel was warm and damp against her swollen skin. She shifted her weight. Opened her legs a little.
And there it was. His cock was hard again. Standing straight out. Like it had never gone down at all.
Frida looked down at it. Then up at him. Then she started laughing.
“Oh my gosh. Where have you been all my life?”
“Right here,” he replied.
“I know that, doofus. It’s a rhetorical question.”
“I know.” He laughed.
They showered. Separately.
Frida came downstairs in a fitted white tank top, the close-fitting fabric hugging her curves and making her cleavage impossible to ignore. Her makeup was polished but deliberately sultry: softly bronzed skin, smoky eyes framed with dark lashes, subtly sculpted cheekbones, and glossy nude-pink lips. Paired with faded blue jeans and sandals, with her sunglasses pushed casually up into her hair, she had an effortlessly seductive look.
She looked like a magazine ad. She looked like she had just gotten laid. Which she had.
“You want to go to the boardwalk?” she asked. “Get some ice cream?”
“Sure.”
They walked down to the boardwalk. Sunny. Warm. The kind of day that made everything feel normal. Except nothing was normal anymore.
They got ice cream. Vanilla for her. Chocolate for him. Sat on a bench overlooking the beach.
“So,” Viggo said. “We’re really doing this?”
“I found my perfect match. Why would I stop?”
He smiled. “You shouldn’t.”
“I won’t.”
She reached over and touched his cheek with the back of her fingers. He closed his eyes.
“This feels so fucking good,” he said.
She moved her hand to the back of his neck. Played with his hair.
“Mom. People can see us.”
“We’re just having fun. Mother and son day out. We used to this all the time.”
“Yeah ... until I was fourteen.”
“Well. We’re continuing the tradition.”
She looked at him. The sun was behind her.
“You look so beautiful, Mom. You’re glowing.”
“You too, honey.”
“Frida? Is that you?”
They turned. A woman walking toward them with a small fluffy dog. Dark hair. Toned. Pilates at six AM type.
“Sandra! Hi!”
Sandra air kissed her. The dog sniffed Viggo’s shoe. Then Sandra looked at him. Squinted.
“Oh my god. Viggo? I haven’t seen you since you in a long time!” She held her hand at hip height.
“Hi, Sandra. Yeah, I went to college.”
“My god. You’re so ... grown up.” She looked him up and down. Not subtly. Then turned to his mother. “He’s...” She gestured vaguely at all of him.
“I know.”
Sandra looked back at Viggo. Smiled. “So. I’m freshly divorced. Just like your mom.” She flipped her lustrous hair. “I’m available, you know.”
Viggo smiled politely. “That’s nice.”
Sandra tugged the dog’s leash. “Well. Call me, Frida. We should do lunch. And you too, Viggo. We should do ... something.”
She walked away.
“Oh, god, he is so hot,” Sandra said seemingly to her dog, loud enough for Viggo and Frida to hear.
Viggo watched her go. “She was flirting with me.”
“She was. You have a potential girlfriend there. She’s hot.”
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