Brian and Belinda - a Family Affair
Copyright© 2026 by Sonarflash2026
Chapter 3
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Perhaps only in fantasy can there be an understanding, sexy mother like Belinda, or a precocious teen like Brian. Regardless, a needy, overworked, divorced woman and a horny young man provide the ingredients for interesting biochemical reactions…and the expected consequences.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son First Masturbation Pregnancy Sex Toys
Belinda woke to the beeping of her alarm, feeling groggy, her eyes crusted with sleep. After a light rub, she blinked, wondering why she wasn’t under her covers. A quick glance also had her blushing. Her top was hiked up under her breasts. red cotton sleep panties were down around her knees. She couldn’t remember pushing them off, though she did remember reading, then using her vibrating dildo, petting herself; and, fantasizing about her son fucking her. Then, there had been a terrific orgasm.
‘God, what if Brian had walked in on me looking like this!’ she thought, lifting her butt, discovering her sex toy laying between her thighs. Her brow creased.
“Did I pull it out?” she muttered, trying to remember. With a shrug, she dropped the vibrator in her drawer. With a glance at her bedroom door, she quickly pulled up her sleep panties. Unlike her silky top, the panties were hardly seductive.
With a groan, Belinda rolled out of bed, then paused, puzzling at sight of her open novel, certain she had fallen asleep reading. At a glance, she saw that her lamp had been switched off.
‘God, did Brian come in and turn off my lamp?’ she wondered, pulling on a filmy wrap. ‘I hope not,” she wished fervently, making her way to the bathroom.
The door was closed but unlocked, water running in the sink. Belinda rapped once, calling out,. “Brian, I’ll go make coffee, but hurry, mom needs to get ready for work.”
More than a few times, she wished she could afford to purchase something larger than a two bedroom bungalow with one bathroom, a small kitchen and equally small living room. There had been no possibility of alimony from her deadbeat ex husband, and every cent of spare cash went into a secure college trust for Brian.
‘I’d like two bathrooms, a guest room, and a heated, attached garage,’ she thought absently, switching on an inexpensive espresso machine before scooping beans into a grinder. Mind still fuzzy, Belinda set about preparing her first Americano of the morning. ‘Why not three bathrooms, one with an extra-large, tiled sunken tub with hydro-massage jets. An office too, and an outdoor hot tub?’ she concluded dreamily, packing the filter with ground coffee, setting it in the espresso machine. As the noisy pump started, she heard the bathroom door open.
‘Soundproofing would be a sensible addition,’ she thought, not for the first time wondering if Brian had been able to hear when one of her orgasms became a little too vocal.
“Morning Mom, he said, coming into the kitchen barefoot, wearing a sweat top and jogging pants. Right away, Belinda noticed his downcast look. He met her eyes for a moment, immediately blushing and looking away. Shoulders hunched defensively, he avoided looking at her, busying himself with getting out milk, filling his bowl with cereal.
Belinda felt her cheeks go hot. “Brian, you saw me ... last night,” she said quietly, struggling to keep her tone mild and without accusation. “You turned out my lamp.”
He focused on his bowl of cereal and shrugged. “You told me it had been a rough day, with two lab techs away sick and a lot of work piling up,” he stated, still not looking her way. “. After supper, you really looked wasted. I saw the light under your door ... so I checked. You were asleep, so I turned off the lamp.”
In spite of her embarrassment, Belinda smiled. ‘Thoughtful,” she mused, then caught herself. ‘If he turned off the lamp, he had to see my pussy! God, my panties were down around my knees!’
“Brian,” she said quietly, touching his shoulder before cupping his cheek and turning his face up to hers. His eyes slid away and she winced, blushing even more. She knew. He had opened her bedroom door and seen. She seldom bothered locking it.
‘God, what must he think?” she wondered, trying to settle her mind. “You opened the door and saw me, didn’t you.” It wasn’t really a question and she tried to sound calm.
“I could see there was a light on.” He squirmed, blushed even more and looked down at the floor. “Didn’t mean to look. I’m sorry, Mom.”
“Good Lord, I’m the one who should be sorry!” she said, then forced a quiet laugh.
She bent to kiss his cheek just as he moved his head. Her kiss landed on his lips and she momentarily froze, something electric sizzling in that innocent contact. Belinda checked her reaction, softening and prolonging the kiss, forcing herself to break it slowly.
“I was tired, and fell asleep ... trying to pleasure myself, but you must have seen that. I do that you know? I told you men and women masturbate because it feels good, and it helps ... helps me relax.” She turned back to her coffee maker, trying to sound cheerful. “Anyway, you see me in the bath every week, so it really shouldn’t matter. Please don’t be embarrassed.
“Okay mom,” he said in a near whisper, slowly stirring milk and cereal together, eventually crunching on a spoonful.
Belinda fixed a mug of coffee, added a splash of cream and stirred, deciding against using the froth attachment. She sat down opposite her son. Brian was still deliberately avoiding eye contact, still showing blushes while studiously eating his cereal.
As she sipped coffee, another thought crossed Belinda’s mind and she blushed hot again. Only then did she recall switching off her vibrator, except she hadn’t removed it. She also remembered having a hand in her panties as she drifted off to sleep.
‘Oh my God!’ she thought, suddenly appalled. ‘He took out my vibrator ... after pulling down my panties!’
Hand trembling a little, she sipped more coffee, contemplating breakfast, suddenly not feeling terribly hungry.
A two day backlog of lab work was waiting for her, and now this. Not only had her son seen her in a rather unseemly situation, he must have pulled down her panties, along with removing her sex toy.
Before Brian finished his cereal, she brought emotions under control, said quietly, “I can tell that you are still troubled sweetie,. You know I’m open to discussing anything? You can always tell me when something is bothering you. Is it what you saw last night? Or, what you did?”
He shook his head, but kept staring down at the remaining cereal, a spoonful poised above the bowl.
“Are you ... worried what I might think ... because you pulled down my panties ... and removed the dildo?”
At her question, Brian cringed. When he didn’t look up, Belinda sighed. “You know you can tell me absolutely anything. Even though you took liberties, pulling down my panties while I slept, let alone pulling out my sex toy. I can understand you ... wanting to see my pussy, since I always keep it covered in the bath.”
“I’m sorry, Mom,” he rasped out, features scrunched, Brian said tightly, “it’s not just that mom. I got a boner. Your ... fingers were inside your panties. I pulled them out and ... and sniffed them!” He finished in a rush, blurting, “I licked them, then pulled your panties down ... and the rest. I even felt you up!”
“Felt me up?” Belinda said in a whisper, nearly choking on a sip of coffee. His statement was more than expected. “How ... how much ... exactly?”
He looked mortified, covering his eyes with both hands. “I ... spread your ... pussy lips ... feeling everything ... then pulled out the dildo and slipped my finger inside,” he concluded on a choked sob. “I’m sorry. I’m so ashamed.”
Belinda thought her heart was momentarily lodged in her throat. For a few seconds, she tried to absorb her boy’s statement, and then what it implied. An initial flush of anger almost built to wrath over having been so violated, but that was swiftly quenched by his obvious remorse, and even more by her own sense of guilt over the incestuous imaginings which had given her a great orgasm.
‘You started this by letting him play with your nipples and showing him how to massage your tits!’ she thought, berating herself, accepting her own complicity in leading him on. Over the past few months, she had been avoiding any consideration of consequences while encouraging his familiarity. Week after week, every time she took a bath, she invited his caresses. He wasn’t to blame. Now, she accused herself for her son’s fascination with her body, and his subsequent action.
“If I hadn’t allowed-” She caught herself, as suddenly realizing anything she said might add to her son’s distress. ‘No! I was lonely and encouraged him to stimulate my breasts. If I hadn’t, would he have wanted to see and do more?’ With a sigh, she admitted silently, “Of course he would. He’s fourteen, driven by male hormones.’
Belinda drew breath and sighed again.
“This is my fault Brian,” she told him quietly. “I ... I knew you liked caressing my breasts, and, even though it’s wrong ... incestuous and wicked, I let you ... and encouraged you to play with my nipples because I loved the feelings you gave me, and I’ve been so lonely. I’m the one who is sorry.”
“You shouldn’t be sorry!” he blurted, then dropped his hands, revealing cheeks wet with tears. Her heart went out to him. He blinked rapidly, then stared at her, his features revealing consternation.
“I know it’s wrong, Mom, but I couldn’t help myself. I’ve had these feelings for you since I was twelve! Aren’t you mad at me for pulling down your panties the rest?”
She blushed, averted her eyes and then shook herself. “I ... yes, a little angry. That’s embarrassing. And, you shouldn’t do something like that without the person knowing ... or asking their permission.”
“Would you have let me if you knew? If you were awake?”
Her eyes widened, meeting his direct and open look.
“No! Well ... I don’t think so ... I mean ... I don’t know. It isn’t really proper.”
“What’s proper?” he shot back. “Carl cheating, risking your life? He could have given you a disease! Is it proper to feel a need for sex? You taught me it was normal!” he said, sounding altogether too adult.
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