Laundry Day
Copyright© 2026 by MicaMeesha
Chapter 6
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 6 - It is laundry day, and I tackle my son's room, eurgh! His hormones are certainly in full flow; his bed is so crusty...
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Son Group Sex Anal Sex Oral Sex
I was sitting in the lounge, lost in memories, remembering a week or so ago. Christmas was finished, but not everyone had gone back to work. Paul and Mik were both at work, but Leo, the eighteen-year-old from next door, still had a few days off. His company didn’t open until the New Year. I was just getting the bags of shopping from the car; I had been to the sales and bought a few things for us when Leo popped his head out of their front door.
“Do you want a hand with those bags, Mrs M?” he called.
“Oh, that is kind,” I replied. “Yes, please.”
He pulled his front door shut behind him and came across and grabbed three of my shopping bags. I went and unlocked my front door, and Leo followed me in and put the bags on the kitchen table.
“I’ll just go and get the last of the bags, Mrs M.” He said and was gone.
I checked that the kettle had enough water inside and flicked it on to boil; I would see if Leo wanted a drink.
“Right,” he said as he returned with the last of the bags. “I have shut the car door.”
I picked up my key fob and pressed the remote lock button and then put the keys in my handbag; that way, I would know where they were later.
“Thank you, Leo, right. While you’re here, would you like a drink? I can offer you water, tea, coffee or gin.” I don’t understand why I added Gin, but if he wanted one, then there would be no reason why I shouldn’t have one too.
“Gin? I have never had gin; Dad drinks whisky, and Mum drinks vodka.”
“Oh, okay, would you like to try a gin then?”
“Yes please, Mrs M.”
I got two glasses out of the cupboard and then the gin and some Slimline tonics from the drinks cupboard. I poured a couple of generous gins and shared a bottle of tonic between them. I passed a glass to Leo.
“Come on, let’s sit in the lounge,” I said.
I sat on the sofa, and Leo sat in the single armchair opposite. He took a sip of his G&T.
“Well,” I said, “what do you think?”
“I have never tasted anything like it. I am not sure whether I like it or not. It is very different.”
“Well, you can always have something else if you decide that you don’t like it, but remember it is alcohol, so don’t have too much.”
“Okay, I don’t have much alcohol. I don’t go out much, so I don’t get to drink a lot.”
“Oh? I thought that you would go out with your girlfriend.”
“I don’t have one, and before you say it, I don’t have a boyfriend instead. I would like a girlfriend; I have never found one that I considered attractive.”
“Oh gosh, and didn’t you have your eighteenth birthday earlier this year?”
“Yes.”
“And no girlfriend?”
“Crumbs, it must be hard.”
He blushed such a bright crimson.
“Oh, gosh, no, I meant life, not your, er, dick. Oh golly, I’m sorry.” I said, feeling flustered and desperately trying to avoid looking at his crotch.
He swallowed his gin and tonic in one swallow; his redness wasn’t really receding.
“Here,” I said, holding out my hand for his glass, “let me get you another gin.”
I rushed into the kitchen and ran the kitchen cloth under the cold tap and dabbed it against my forehead. I can be such a klutz. Really? Embarrassing him like that. I refreshed his drink and topped mine up too.
“Here you are, Leo,” I said. “Here’s a top-up. Try not to drink it so quickly; it can be in the habit of creeping up on you.”
“Thank you, Mrs M.”
“Oh, for goodness’ sake, Leo, you are a young man now; call me by my name, Mica. Okay?”
“Okay, Mica, yes, thank you; this gin is rather nice. I have a warm feeling creeping through me.”
“Good, now let it relax you. So, what do you do in your spare time?”
“Oh, nothing really. I watch reels on Facebook – that sort of thing.”
“And your job?”
“I am working in a fabric warehouse in Bradford.”
“Well, there must be a load of girls there to talk to; none of them, you know, worth going out with?”
“No, they are all too young.”
“Crikey, how young are we talking? You are only young yourself.”
“That’s what I mean; they are all my age. I don’t find them attractive.”
“Oh.”
He looked at the floor again and then looked up at me. “I only ever seem to be attracted to older women.”
I wondered if he fancied his mum. “Are you attracted to women who are your mum’s age or those who are somewhere in-between?” Well, I couldn’t flat out ask him if he wanted to shag his mum.
“Well, sort of, you know, that sort of age.”
“Do you find brunettes, like your mum, attractive?”
“No, not brunette, much lighter and longer hair, you know, something that could go in a ponytail or bunches.”
“Oh, okay, if not your mum, what is it that you find attractive? I know many young men do have fantasies about their mums or perhaps a close relative like an auntie.”
“No, not any relatives. And frankly, it would be weird if it were my mum. God, could you please imagine if your son wanted you in that way? God.”
Well, I don’t have to imagine it; I know exactly what my son’s dick feels like in my fanny.
“Well, yes, I suppose so. Mik is busy in his job. I hardly ever see him; I doubt we would have time for anything like that.” Hopefully I have managed to put that sort of idea well out of his mind.
“No. For me, I have seen someone who is very attractive, but she is out of reach. She is totally out of my league. All I can do is imagine.”
“Well, imagination causes no harm, and why do you say she is out of your league? Have you spoken to her and said anything?”
“Yes, I have spoken to her, but she has no idea; I couldn’t say anything.”
His drink was almost gone, but his voice wasn’t slurring, so it seems he was doing alright holding his liquor.
“Are you okay, not feeling funny? Would you like a little more gin?”
“Please, yes, and I feel fine. It is nice talking to you.”
“Good, and it is nice talking to you. Let me go and top up our drinks.”
In the kitchen I topped his drink up, not quite as much gin; sending him home drunk to his mum wouldn’t be a good idea at all. I just wanted him more relaxed. Mine, I made mostly tonic; I didn’t want to be pissed when Paul came home. He wouldn’t be impressed if he had to order a takeaway because his wife was too drunk to cook a meal.
Back in the lounge I passed Leo, his drink, noticing that he was stealing glances down my front as my blouse gaped when I leaned forward. So, just like any other boy then, not turning down the opportunity to steal a sneaky perv. I sat back down opposite, Leo squirming in his chair as I sat.
“So, tell me about this mysterious woman?”
“Well, I can’t really; I don’t want to embarrass myself.”
“You won’t embarrass yourself with me, Leo. What colour is her hair?”
“She is blonde.”
“Okay, like me then,” I said, although mine gets a little help out of a bottle these days; some of my blond is going grey. I guess those were the greying former streaks of auburn that used to give my head a sort of strawberry hue in the right light. Leo didn’t need to know I was a bleach baby nowadays.
“Yes, she is.”
“Okay, and how much have you seen her? Have you seen her in lots of different clothes? I mean, do you know what her figure is like?”
“Yes, Mica,” and he paused to drink from his gin. “Yes, I have. I have even seen her in her bikini, so I have almost seen her shape, just not quite naked.”
“Crumbs, I bet that is enough to drive your fertile imagination.”
“Yes.”
“When you are half asleep, do you imagine that you are with her?”
“Yes,” his voice was getting quieter.
“Oh, fabulous, does it get super exciting in your dreams?”
“Yes,” his voice was almost a whisper.
“And all sexy, does she let you touch her?”
“Yes, you do.” I hardly heard the words.
My mind was in turmoil. He lives next door; his bedroom is at the back. It overlooks our garden, where I sunbathe in my bikini. Occasionally I have even sunbathed topless.
“Oh, that must be so exciting for you. I hope you don’t leave too much of a mess in your bed for your mum to have to clean.” I pretended I hadn’t heard his words. “I had a problem with Mik and had to tell him to use a sock; otherwise, I would be doing his laundry nearly every day. Don’t ever let him know that I told you that; he would be embarrassed and cross with me.”
I parted my legs more, my skirt stretching tight across my thighs. I may not have had as much gin as Leo, but my inhibitions seemed to have evaporated. What was I thinking? Leo gulped loudly, his eyes fixed intently on my bare crotch, which was completely exposed without any knickers.
“Are you alright, Leo?” I asked him, “Only you seem a little red in the face. Why don’t you loosen some clothing? I could do with loosening some myself,” I said as I undid a button on my blouse. I didn’t reveal anything significant; I was already showing too much, with just enough cleavage visible to make the crease more obvious.
He gulped again. “I don’t think I should undo anything,” he said.
I smiled and looked pointedly at his crotch. His shorts were heavily tenting. It was a shame that his dick hadn’t been resting down in his shorts; otherwise, it would have been poking out and very visible to me by now. He could see where I was looking.
“Perhaps,” I said, “I could help you with your clothing, you know, if it is too tight.”
I thought he was going to die on the spot. I stood up and knelt down in front of him. I undid the button on his waistband, and his zip almost undid itself; such was the force as his dick was unleashed inside his underpants.
“Am I like the woman?” I asked, and he nodded.
“Perhaps I can be the other woman for you this afternoon, our little secret.” My hand pushed through the waistband of his underpants, and my fingers found his dick, and I squeezed.
“Lift up,” I said. As he lifted his cheeks, I pulled his shorts and underpants down in one swift movement. Well, that was a very nice dick, about the same size and length as Paul’s, and that always pleasured me properly. I leaned forwards, opened my mouth, and engulfed him. I heard his gulps and gasps as if my ear were next to his mouth, not down in his crotch.
I heard his gasps, and then he jerked, and my mouth flooded with his spunk, cool and copious; it squirted down my nostril and my throat. I wasn’t surprised; he would soon recharge.
“God, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he said.
I eased my mouth off his dick and swallowed all I could. There was a string of pearly cum dribbling from my nose; I laughed.
“You have nothing to be sorry for,” I said as his spunk dripped from my nose onto his face.
“I didn’t mean to spurt, not in your mouth. I’m so sorry.”
“Leo, spurting in my mouth is expected; I like it, so don’t worry, you will soon be ready again, and then perhaps we can fuck.” I saw his dick jerk as I said ‘fuck’.
“Come on, let’s go upstairs, where it is more comfortable.” I stood and walked out of the lounge and went upstairs to my bedroom. I pulled the bedding back off the bed and turned to see Leo standing in my doorway, looking uncertain, his dick already hard.
I undid the buttons on my blouse and pulled it off, dropping it on the floor. My skirt was next; it joined the puddle of clothing. I was naked, and Leo’s eyes were almost on stalks.
“Get your top off and join me on the bed,” I said. I lay on the bed, my legs slightly apart.
Leo pulled his polo top off and joined me, lying next to me, not knowing whether to look at my boobs or my fanny.
“I don’t know what to do,” he said. “I am sorry.”