Fifteen
Copyright© 2026 by OrdinaryPervert
Chapter 2
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Eddie is a young man who just turned 15. He's a virgin and desperately wants to change that. The story follows his life for the next year.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft mt/Fa Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex
Thursday, May 18
When I got home, I saw there were several young ladies in and around our pool. All three of my sisters and five others, all in little bikinis. As was my ritual, I headed up to my lair for a quick jack-off session.
Mom had left me amazingly hard with her dress and even thought Julie had relieved my earlier situation, mom had created a new one. With that thought, I didn’t even look out the window. Instead, I laid on my bed remembering Julie’s body and her wonderful mouth, and fantasizing that mom was bent over me helping Julie.
I shoot my load straight up a good three feet. I came right back down on my hand and cock. When I was finished, I gave myself only a cursory cleaning. I picked up my towel and looked out the door to the hallway. Seeing no one, I rushed to the bathroom.
I showered quickly and threw on some lined running shorts. Not because I was going to run, I’d done plenty of that today, but because they were light and cool, and it was very hot this afternoon.
Going back to my bedroom, I pulled out the easel and started doing those little touch-ups that gave me a finished drawing. I had read once that a drawing or painting is never truly finished, but I always got to a point that I said to myself it was done. I didn’t keep tweaking or I was sure I’d screw it up.
As I got the call for dinner, I said it was complete and put my pencils away. I was rather pleased with my work.
I was doing my homework when mom came in. I was concentrating for a change and was startled when I heard her voice.
“Are you ready for me?”
The double entendre was not lost on me. I wished she meant the naughty interpretation, but that was my fantasy world talking. Of course, the fact she was still wearing this morning’s sun dress helped fuel my perverted brain. My cock was the recipient of more blood than my brain could spare, so for a good minute, I just stared at her braless breast.
“Well...,” she questioned.
That snapped back to reality. “Yes, it’s done.”
“Well let’s see it.”
I stood up with no regard to the tent in my shorts and walked over to the easel. Mom sat at the end of my bed and crossed her legs, allowing the cross-over at the front of her dress to open well up her thighs. I figured she wanted me to look based on what dad told me, so I did, hoping I wouldn’t offend her.
I brought the easel in front of her and asked, “Ready.”
She nodded, so I lifted the flap and there she was. I had tensed up, less due to my hard-on than her reaction to my drawing.
“Oh honey, it’s beautiful. You made me look gorgeous!”
“Mom, have you not looked in a mirror, you are gorgeous.”
She stood and put her arms around me, pulling me in for a big hug. Now the tension was more for my cock poking her crotch, than her liking the sketch.
“Your dad is gonna love this. I would bet he gets it professionally framed.”
She kissed me on the cheek and released me asking, “Where’s the photo you used for this?”
I went to my desk, pulling out the folder with that picture and the collage. Handing it to her I said, “I thought he’d also like the collage, but I didn’t think it made sense to sketch that. I just thought those were the best six pictures.”
She looked at the collage closely, looking carefully at each picture.
She turned to me, still holding the collage and said, “Not very mommy like pictures, are they?”
I replied, “I wasn’t going for mommy, I was going for stunning and you made my job very easy.”
She smiled broadly as she handed back the collage, taking the large version of the one I drew. She got up to the easel and put the picture next to it, comparing the two. She was quiet for two or three minutes before handing me back the picture. I put them back in my desk and put the easel back, covering up the sketch.
“Eddie, the sketch is wonderful and so are the pictures. You are very good at both and no one would believe a fifteen-year-old did either one. Thank you for seeing me so pretty. I love them all, even if my naughty son did them.”
She had a little grin as she said the last part.
“I may ask you to take some more pictures for me and your dad down the road. I’ll talk to your father about it after his birthday. I can’t wait to see his face when you give him these.”
I got another hug and kiss.
“Now finish your homework and get a good night sleep. See that’s mommy talk. I still got it.”
She turned and left my room and I went back to my homework, happy as I could remember being. This had been my best week ever.
Friday, I again woke earlier. Realizing the time, I shut off the alarm, hopped out of bed and put on the same light running shorts from last night, along with gym shoes and headed to the basement. I may have been hoping for a repeat of yesterday more than wanting to work out, but I really needed to hit the weights.
I got to the bottom of the stairs and there was dad, running on the treadmill. I said, “Good morning dad.”
He looked with a huge grin and replied, “Good morning. I see you’re up early again this morning. Will this be a regular thing for you?”
“I doubt it since school will be ... uh...”
I stopped in mid-sentence as I spotted mom. She was on the stepper against the side wall, so I saw her in profile. She was going strong on the machine, which I’m sure helps account for her very fine rear end. What stopped my train of thought and my brain in general is not the very tiny shorts that exposed the start of that wonderful behind, but the fact shorts were her only attire. She was working out topless as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
I was still standing there like a statue, gawking at my semi-nude mother as her breasts moved a split second after the rest of her body. There was a pot light above her that allowed me to focus my eyes clearly on her. I couldn’t pull my attention away to speak to dad, who surely saw me staring at his topless wife.
I had the fleeting thought he would be mad, but it was allayed when I heard hard laughter to my side. Dad had to step off the treadmill to keep from hurting himself.
When he finally could speak, he said, “I guess Sam wins the bet.”
“Wh ... what bet?”
“She bet me two things. The first is you would be down to “work-out” early again today. The second was she could make your brain shut down.” He had to stop talking for more laughter.
“I’m sorry son, they were both sucker bets. I’d have been disappointed to win either one of them. If I were you, I’d have slept down here to make sure I didn’t miss anything.”
He was still grinning widely. “I’m sorry, were not making fun of you, well maybe a little, but in good fun, not to hurt you. I figure her bare breasts will be enough of an apology.”
“Uh huh,” was all I could get out. I still was staring and again my blinking, if not stopped completely had been significantly reduced. Mom or not, she was stunning, head to toe.
Mom had been able to hear everything, not being that far away. She got off the stepper and turned to face us. Spectacular is the word to describe what I was seeing. She was glistening from her exertion, drops running down between those glorious mounds. Her shorts giving a mild camel toe.
I just stared like an idiot!
I was awoken from my perversion when she stepped right up to me and smothered me in a big hug. Now my mom’s incredible bare tits were pressed against my own naked chest. OH MY GOD, what a feeling!!
I think she even moved them around a little to enhance the feeling. I almost missed the sensation of my cock pushing at her pussy. A little wiggle with her hips and that was it...
I wrapped my arms around her as my cock erupted in my shorts. I was shooting a load in my shorts with my erection pressed up to my mom’s short covered pussy. My hips flexed with each pulse of spunk. At least I didn’t grab her ass, but I held her tightly until my orgasm subsided. Apparently, I was also grunting rather loudly with each pulse.
Are you sure embarrassment doesn’t kill. After I knew I wouldn’t fall, I let go and my mom very slowly did also. I was embarrassed and scared and embarrassed some more. The shorts that were meant to breathe were also quite porous and consequently it allowed a good amount of my spunk to soak through and now it was transferred to my mom’s shorts and a little even on her skin just above the shorts.
I did what any young man would have done ... I said, “I’m sorry!” and ran to my bedroom as fast as I could. I grabbed a towel and went to the bathroom to shower. I hopped in with the shorts still on figuring we both needed cleaning. Once under the spray I slid them off and rinsed them thoroughly.
I started applying shampoo to my head when I heard a soft voice right next to the shower.
“Eddie, I’m so sorry. I never meant for you to get upset.”
Of course, with the shampoo lather I couldn’t see the fact she had moved the shower curtain. If I had, I’d have realized she was holding her shorts and was standing next to me naked as the day she was born. As I got the soap rinsed off, that realization hit like a thunderbolt. My mom was looking at me and she had no clothes on. She was undressed! Nude! Naked! Bare! Au natural!!
The feeling of embarrassment left my entire body as the feeling of lust hit like a freight train. I found myself fully hard in record time with no concern for how it looked to have my mom cause my condition. I just looked at her as she stepped into the shower with me.
As she nudged me to the side, she put her shorts under the spray and cleaned my DNA from them. She got under, leaning her head back to thoroughly wet her hair.
“Can you shampoo my hair? It always feels so good to have someone else do it.”
“Sure,” I forced out.
Having never done this, I’m certain I applied too much, but I thought I did a good job of working it in, because she moaned a couple times and had a nice grin on her face. After she rinsed her hair, she asked for a scrungy with bodywash on it, which I handed over.
Watching her lather up her entire torso was a dream. I thought the high point would have been her handling her breasts, which was mind blowing, but what about put me over the top however was when she bent over to wash her lower legs. Her shapely ass was pointing directly at me and I could see her tight rosebud and her pussy up close. My cock was literally a couple inches away and it looked to be so easy to just step up and take her, but I didn’t. I just stayed frozen with a painful erection.
When she straightened up, she turned, leaning into me and said quietly, “I hope you were at least tempted, but you did the gentlemanly thing.”
She took about another minute to clean off the suds and out she went, grabbing a towel for her hair and one for her body. She wrapped up and walked out the door. I masturbated for fifteen seconds and shot my load onto the back wall of the shower, which I rinsed off as I rinsed the soap from my body.
I felt refreshed when I got to my bedroom, but could have easily laid back and fallen asleep. My most excellent week both drained and restored energy. I felt fantastic, but could sleep if I had time. It all seemed very weird, but I was loving life!
Early for breakfast, since my workout lasted all of five or six minutes, so only mom and dad were in the kitchen. Mom was cooking some eggs and Dad was at the table reading the news on his phone.
I could have run back upstairs and waiting until they left, but I had acted the small child earlier and didn’t like how I felt after. So, I steeled myself and sat down near Dad’s end of the table.
“Good morning, again”
“Good morning, Eddie,” he said as he looked up from the phone.
“I want to apologize for not handling this morning like a young adult should and instead acted like a kid.”
Dad looked appreciative and replied, “I don’t think anyone your age or even a few years older could have done any better. Your mom is a force of nature. I just feel bad that you were so embarrassed you didn’t think you could stay. There’s no shame in losing control over such a beautiful woman,”
At that, mom set his breakfast in front of him, kissing him and saying, “Thanks, Hun.”
“Remember what I told you yesterday? She loves the attention. The fact you lost control may even get me a visit at lunch and will most certainly mean it’s pizza night. She’s so hot this morning that had you not been a gentleman, yes, she tells me everything, well if you hadn’t been, I’m not sure she would have stopped you.”
My mind shot back to her bent over in front of my hungry hard-on and how close it was to her pussy. How easy it would have been to just slide in. I wonder if she feels the same as Julie. Oh Jesus, I must get my brain off this before I stand up.
When I came back to reality, Dad was grinning at me. “You’re remembering her in the shower and thinking about the ‘what if’ you hadn’t been a gentleman, aren’t you?”
“Uh, maybe a little,” I said as my color was coming up.
He just laughed a little and went back to eating his breakfast.
Mom set a plate in front of me and kissed my cheek, “We love you, Eddie. No matter what, always remember that. Don’t overthink what’s happening too much, I’m just having a little fun, but no more running away or being afraid that you’re in trouble. Just relax and when things happen, enjoy them.” Another kiss on the cheek and she left to get ready for work.
By the time I was done eating, they had headed to their jobs. Oh, FYI, dad’s a lawyer for a big firm and works with corporations doing something or other.
I cleaned up my dishes and headed upstairs to make sure everyone was up. They were and all were about ready to head down for their breakfast. I briefly stopped in Julie’s room.
“Hey sis, will you be home tonight?”
“Not till late.”
Could you find some time to sit down and talk privately? I’m having some questions running through my head I think you could help me with.”
“You’re not just telling me you want more sex, are you?”
“Not this time, but it doesn’t mean I don’t want it 24/7.”
She smiled at me and said, “Maybe Saturday after supper.”
“That’ll work. I have a tournament all day, but should be home by supper, thanks.”
It was a long day. My mind kept doing, as dad said, the ‘what ifs’. Then after school, we had a scrimmage with the varsity team. That means my team plays Tommy’s. I play third base and he pitches. If he pitched today, I’d get to hit against him. If I got a hit, I’d have bragging rights and if I struck out, well, I’m only JV so it’s expected. On the upside, I was a power hitter, better with the bat than glove. I didn’t suck in the field, but I was never gonna get Division 1A offers.
So, my long day seemed to take forever. The scrimmage was good, I walked twice, but was stranded both times. When Tommy gave me the second walk, it looked like I made him nervous. The next time up, I think he tried too hard and gave me a meat pitch that I tattooed over the left field fence for a two-run homer. That was in the sixth and last inning, so we only lost 8-2. Well, we’re JV and were expected to lose, although it would have been nice to make a game of it. In the interest of full disclosure, I booted a routine grounder and then overthrew first. That guy scored later.
My brother and I walked home and ribbed each other about what we did good and what we screwed up. I bragged about the homer and he brought up me booting the routine play and them whooping us. We were laughing most the time. As we got near home I asked, “You want to work out after we get home. I need to do weights. I haven’t done them yet.”
“I thought you had been working out early. What happened, mom and dad distract you.”
I looked at him like he had two heads. “You’ve walked in on them too?”
“A couple times. I only stayed a couple minutes and had to get a shower, if you understand my meaning.”
“I understand perfectly. She’s gorgeous on a bad day and seeing her like that is life-changing.”
“Eddie, back to your questions, yeah, I could use a workout.”
When we got home, we changed and headed to the basement. The twins were using the treadmills, gabbing away. They were oblivious to us as Tommy and I headed to the weight bench. They may not have noticed us, but it was hard not to notice them. They had tiny little shorts, waistbands rolled so they were snugged up tight to their crotches and exposing well below their waistlines. Little white sports bras completed the sexy athletic look, exposing as much tan skin as possible. Hard to believe they would only be fourteen in a week. These two were gonna be heartbreakers.
Tommy and I must have both been thinking the same things and caught each other’s eyes, just shaking our head and began taking turns spotting each other, then moved on to dumbbells and finally worked the legs. We had both hit it hard and had limbs like jelly when we were done. Sometime while we were lifting, the girls had finished their run and headed upstairs. After a solid hour of good work, we thought a nice soak in the hot tub was warranted.
As we rounded the corner of the house, there were Patty and Katie in the hot tub. Both were soaking below the water, bubbles running and both were startled by our arrival.
The hot tub is a large eight-person tub given all of us using it and it’s not rare that the whole family soaks together after a workout or some of us might have friends over. In any event, it’s used often and by many. With just the twins in it, there was lots of room to stretch out and relax.
After we stripped to just our shorts and climbed in, Tommy and I realized we were thirsty from our workout and hadn’t had the foresight to grab a beverage. We keep a small refrigerator by the tub, but it wasn’t on our side, it was on the girls’ side.
“Can one of you two lovely ladies grab us a couple waters?” I asked politely.
Katie got up on the edge of the tub, leaned back and managed to get two waters from the fridge without actually getting out of the water completely. As she did this, I think both Tommy and I were admiring how attractive our sister had become. She always had a pretty face, great genes, but her body was taking shape now and what a divine shape. She had perfect skin, a good tan, excellent muscle tone, not too much, but not too soft either. Her breasts were noticeably maturing and her behind was gaining the feminine shape and losing the little girl look. All things considered, she was becoming a full blow hottie, just like her older sister and mom.
Katie held out the water bottles and neither of us reached out immediately, as we were admiring her protruding nipples through her thin bathing suit.
“Do you want these or not?” she asked curtly.
“Oh, sorry,” we said in unison as we took her offering.
Katie just shook her head and settled back in the water, as Tommy and I grinned at each other before taking big gulps of the water. It was good to know I was not the only pervert in the family.
It was only a couple minutes later mom and dad rounded the corner in their swim suits, holding towels and this evening’s chosen adult beverage. Dad was wearing a very brief type suit, more like a banana hammock and moms was the skimpiest I’d ever seen her in. What conversation there had been went silent as all four of us were mesmerized by our parent’s bodies.
The girls had focused on the front of dad’s suit. His large cock was highlighted for their viewing pleasure. Even us guys took a peak and if Tommy thought what I did he was hoping we got the big cock gene that Dad obviously carried. I also had a brief vision of Mom being fucked hard with that monster and screaming orgasm after orgasm. With that thought, I wouldn’t be able to get out of the water for a while.
Then our focus shifted to Mom. Maybe I’d never be able to get out. Her nipples were hardly covered and they were pointing proudly. It was a good thing she was clean shaven as the bottom only just covered her pussy and I do mean just. It was white and against her nicely tanned skin, it looked amazing. As she turned to get in the water, Tommy and I were blessed with the view attributed to many hours on the stair climber and a thong panty. What a backside. I wanted to grab it with both hand and bury my face in those taught cheeks.
After they settled in the tub, they started asking all of us how our week had been and what we had planned for the weekend, normal family stuff. We all spoke in turn and when my time came I sugar coated my week as well as redacting much of it. I made it sound like a normal boring week of a teenage boy, but it had been my best week ever!
All us kids had gotten up on the edge to cool down and gotten back in, by the time my parents got out for a few minutes. If we were mesmerized before, I think it was stepped up exponentially now. First, Dad’s trunks clung to his package. The girls could see everything, right down to the veins running down its length. He made no attempt to hide anything and they made no attempt to look away or even blink. It was comical.
Then Mom pulled herself up to the edge. Her suit was completely transparent ... WOW! It was as if she had not worn a suit at all. If the girls were comical, Tommy and I must have looked ridiculous. Mouths dropped open, eyes wide and non-blinking and I didn’t check, but if he was in the same state, both our cocks were hard as granite. She did kind of pull her suit away like women will do, but all that accomplished was both of us getting a little flash of bare breast. Once the material was back in place, it was just as see-thru.
The pizza delivery guy couldn’t have had much better timing. We heard a knock on the side gate and in walks supper. I felt better about looking like an idiot when our pizzas almost hit the ground as the delivery boy stumbled over his own feet. We didn’t blame his lack of coordination. It was obvious he wasn’t focusing on his walking.
I was impressed as he pulled it together, walked directly up to my mom’s tits and said, “Here’s your pizzas ma’am.” He never lifted his face and stared at her openly visible nipples until Dad spoke up.
“Just put them on the table.”
Snapping out of his breast induced daze; he placed our pies on a table on our patio. As he was doing this, Dad handed Mom some money he had brought out with him.
“Young man, the pizzas are paid for, but I have a tip for you,” she said in a slightly sexier voice than usual.
With the warming bag placed in front of him, to hide what was probably a very stiff dick, he almost sprinted over to Mom. She held out the cash and he missed it two times before grabbing it on the third try. He would have done better, but he never looked at her hand and I think she may have moved it a little as he reached each time.
Once he left, we all broke out in laughter.
Dad looked over at Mom wagging his finger at her and said, “Sam, you were a very naughty girl and I will need to punish you later.”
Mom clapped her hands softly and giggled, “Oh, goody!”
With that we all got out, wrapped in towels and enjoyed the pizza. After cleaning up, we watched a family movie and then all headed off to bed.
A normal ending to an extraordinary week.
Saturday morning, I was blessed with the best breakfast a teenager can have, cold pizza. It has all the necessary nutrients for a growing boy. I was careful not to stuff myself because I had a tournament all day, as did Tommy, but at different fields. We had our first game at 8:45am, then another at 1:00pm. If we won both, we played again at 5:00pm. Tommy’s was a similar schedule.
The morning logistics were Dad was going with Tommy because his was about fifteen miles away, Julie had the twins because they had dance and then the three of them had music lessons and finally, mom was dropping me off on her way to the hospital, as she had a surgery this morning. Such is the life a larger family unit.
After finishing my pizza, probably faster than I would in polite company, I headed up to my room to get dressed for the game and make sure I had everything I needed for a complete day.
After the show last night, I was on a sexual high, still. I thought it would be good to take just a few minutes and rub one off. I opened the pictures I took of mom and enlarged the topless picture. Dropping my pants, I sat down in front of the large screen and started jerking my cock,
I was just cresting the point of no return when my door opened and I heard Mom say, “Mrs. Bishop called and ... OH, I didn’t know ... WHERE DID YOU GET THAT PICTURE!!”
I don’t know what was worse, getting caught masturbating to mom’s topless image or getting caught having a topless image of mom, without her permission.
Now, if you remember I said I had reached the point of no return. Most men will know what is about to happen, but for those women out there that may not understand, it means that I’m going to cum. Nothing is stopping the fact that in fifteen to thirty seconds, my spunk is gonna fly ... and it did. All over my hand and stomach as I was being yelled at.
I finally got the presence of mind to kill the computer and then turn away and work on cleaning myself.
Before I could come up with something to minimize what had just happened, she said, “Never mind, we don’t have time right now. I was coming to give you money for lunch because Mrs. Bishop is going to take her son, you and maybe another boy to lunch before the second game. Also, that I am going to watch your afternoon games and drive you home when you’re done.”
“Now get cleaned up and let’s get going or I’ll be late,” she abruptly concluded.
So, I did.
We drove in silence, until we stopped at the park. As I got out, she said, “I’ll see you this afternoon.”
“OK, thanks for the ride.”
She drove away and I tried to get what had happened out of my mind. There would be time to re-live it tonight. She was not going to forget. I suspected dad might also be involved.
We had won our first game 5-2 and I had hit another dinger and not booted anything in the field. We were all pretty excited and were just heading back from getting burgers and fries for lunch. That’s when I learned how quickly life can take a bad turn.
I was in the back seat, sitting against the passenger side door. We were maybe a block from the park and I heard a yell and a very loud noise, felt a sharp pain and then darkness.
I don’t know how long I was unconscious, but the first thing I remembered was intensely bright light. It hurt my eyes, but then I felt the worse pain I could imagine, everywhere in my body. I think I was screaming and trying to get away, but the pain intensified. My left hand had hold of something and I was locked on; the pain was causing all my muscles to tighten.
Then I heard an angel whisper in my ear in a voice that sounded as if she was experiencing my pain too, “Calm down, Eddie, the pain will be gone soon.”
This was repeated over and over, although there would be slight pause in between them and I felt soft lips kissing my cheek. It didn’t reduce the pain, but it helped calm me. Then it was dark again.
That seemed like a nightmare you wake up from, but the memory of it was intense. Now, I began to see light again, which brought pain with it, but nothing like I had felt the first time. As I started to focus and make sense of my surrounding, I realized I was in a hospital room. My mom had my left hand in hers and she was asleep with her head resting on my upper thigh. In different circumstances I would certainly have gotten a hard-on, but at that moment, I needed answers.
“Mom.”
“Mom.”
She started to stir and once she came awake she said, “Eddie, you’re awake!”
She looked tired, but happy to see me conscious.
“What happened? Why am I here?”
“You were in an accident coming back from lunch on Saturday. Mrs. Bishop’s car was hit by a pick-up that ran a stop sign, hitting your door full speed.”
“Is anyone else hurt?”
“No, they were bruised here and there, but you got the worst of it, by far.”
“My whole-body aches, but not as bad as the first time I think I woke up. I remember screaming from the pain, but an angel calmed me down, just before it went dark again.”
“Do you remember anything else?”
“Just that my hand was locked on something and I couldn’t let go. It was like my whole body locked up.”
“Well, that was Sunday morning. The doctor didn’t think you would be in much pain, so he let you wake up and had reduced your pain medicine. The dumb SOB won’t see you again. I talked to the surgeons I work for and they got you a much better and more compassionate doctor. Your dad and I really like him.”
“Mom, what day is it?”
“Honey, it’s Friday afternoon. They thought it best to keep you out due to your injuries.”