Like Mother, Like Son
Copyright© 2026 by Deckhard
Chapter 7
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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 fucked in the solarium until the lounger was soaked.
They fucked in the kitchen. She bent over the counter. He took her from behind. A glass fell and shattered on the floor. Neither one stopped.
They fucked in the pool. She wrapped her legs around him in the shallow end. The water sloshed over the sides. They both agreed sex in the pool didn’t do it for them. Chlorine water ruined the natural lubrication and made the friction feel awkward.
So they fucked on a mat next to the pool. Both agreed that it felt much better.
They fucked against the wall in the hallway. Her back pressed into the family photo of the two of them at Disney World. The frame cracked. She came anyway.
They fucked on the couch. Her on top. Riding him. Slow then fast then slow again. His hands on her hips. Her hands on his chest. The same couch where they’d had vodka and banter just last night.
They fucked on the floor of the living room because the couch was too wet. He held her ankles again. Spread her wide. She screamed his name. The neighbors were too far away to hear.
They fucked in the shower. Hot water and steam and soap. She pressed against the tile. He took her from behind. The water ran cold before they finished. Neither one cared.
They moved to the deck. There was an L-shaped section couch there. Frida placed a towel on the leather seat and sat her bare ass down. She grabbed her vape pen and took a long drag.
Viggo watched her. He watched the way her lips wrapped around the mouthpiece. He watched the way her chest rose and fell. He watched the way the vapor drifted from her mouth and her nostrils.
He got hard. Really hard.
Frida looked at him. Her eyes were glazed. Her lips were pink. “You’re a real pervert, aren’t you?”
She let out a twin cloud of grey vapor from her cute nostrils. She opened her legs. Spread them wide.
He moved between them. His cock was already in his hand. He lined it up with her pussy. And he pushed inside.
She took another drag. She kept vaping as he fucked her. The vapor drifted from her mouth. From her nostrils. It filled the air. It smelled sweet. Like caramel or brown sugar.
Then she let out a long stream of vape. She aimed it at his mouth.
He opened his mouth and inhaled. The vapor was cold. It tasted sweet. He kissed her. Their tongues met. The vapor filled their mouths.
They kept fucking. Hard. Fast. Deep. She kept vaping. He kept kissing her.
And then she came.