Brian and Belinda - a Family Affair
Copyright© 2026 by Sonarflash2026
Chapter 6
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
When he heard gravel crunching as his mom’s car climbed the ridge, Brian felt his gut clench, wondering what, if anything, he could expect. He saved an essay, then left his computer. When his mother stepped in the side door, he was already in the kitchen, anxiously waiting to greet her.
Right away, he could tell that she was frazzled. He also realized she held two bags from Burger King.
“Plates, forks, salt and katsup,” she ordered, setting the bags down on their small table before plopping into a chair. The aroma of hot fries had Brian rushing to comply.
In minutes, they were seated opposite at the small kitchenette table, devouring burgers, fries and strawberry shakes.
“This is the second best surprise of my day mom,” he said, grinning at her.
Belinda twigged to the innuendo, guessing what was the best surprise.
“My wet panties are better than burgers?” she asked, giving her boy a sultry look.
He grinned and nodded. “Sexy lingerie always does it for me, but this time I got another surprise.”
“Another surprise?” she ventured, half a burger partway to her mouth.
“Your scent was ... different, and awesome! I came twice with your scent and the panties within ten minutes,” he admitted. “Second time didn’t squirt as much, but it worked.”
He met her eyes, saying quietly, “I love you, Mom.”
The fact that Brian was blithely opening up about his masturbation floored her. Once again, wet heat tingled in her pussy. His statements also forced her to think of her own frustrated needs, and the previous night’s near inability due to stress and fatigue.
“It isn’t fair,” she muttered, taking a bite, chewing thoughtfully.
“What isn’t fair? The amount of work they shove on you?”
She gave a snort. “That too. No, sweetie, I was jealous because you had two orgasms, while it took a long time before I had a climax last night. I finally came when I imagined you fucking me. Which in part, is why you found me zonked with a hand in my panties, a dildo in my pussy and fingers on my clit.”
Mom!” he said on a gasp, hardly able to digest her admission. “You ... fantasized about me fucking you?” He considered her complaint, remembering how she looked stretched out on her bed, and how worn out she appeared this afternoon.
“Was I ... like ... your vibrator?”
She blinked, recalling a sex discussion where she had shown him her toys. “You were,” she admitted. “That’s what finally got me off. Imagining it was you, not a toy.”
“Well, maybe you need to soak in a hot bath and relax?” he suggested, licking katsup off the corner of his mouth. “I ... could help? Like soaping and massaging you? That usually does the trick.”
Belinda shut her eyes. Her indiscretion was right there, on the table before them. They hadn’t ever discussed what she asked of him while relaxed and dreamy, laying back in a tub of hot water. From the start, her whispered instructions seemed to have been coming from some detached, hidden part of her that wasn’t completely repressed. Now, he knew how to use his palms and fingers to stimulate nipples and please a woman-even though he was only fourteen. Though she should have spoken before this, Brian had opened the topic without hesitation, and approached it with candor. He deserved the same from his mother.
“We were short-handed again today. I had to fill in, and I’m drained, so I’ll take you up on the hot soak and massage,” she said agreeably, nibbling at her burger. She took a sip of milkshake, then ate a few chips. “I’d love to feel your hands on my girls again ... and if you’re willing, I need your fingers delving into other parts.”
Brian straightened, his eyes going wide. “Really? Your pussy?”
She gave him a wan smile. “I’m too tired to tease you sweetie. Let’s finish eating, then both of us can strip and run a bath. I haven’t shared one with you since before you turned seven.”
“Why did you stop then?”
She grinned. “Two reasons. First, you were already in grade one and I imagined you talking about it with other children, which would get back to parents, and that might have stirred up trouble. The other reason ... your little hands kept straying to areas I’d been taught were off limits. Hell, I didn’t even know that girls could masturbate or how to give myself an orgasm until I was in grade ten! Then, in grade twelve, your biological father taught me even more, and helped me shed a few of my mother’s misbegotten notions about sex. You already know that Dale took my virginity, got me pregnant and I had you, and having sex seemed to become necessary. College provided loads of opportunities, but by then, I knew enough to make guys wear a condom. Those years also helped me shed most of the inhibitions of religious morality and prejudices my mother had constantly beat into me.”
“Grandma beat you?”
Belinda shook her head. “Figuratively, not literally. Sure, when I was little, I got spankings if she found me with fingers in my pussy. I mean, she just constantly hammered me with moralistic, church rhetoric. Concepts that arose from a male dominated society that feared the sexuality of women and continually repressed us.”
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