Chapter 5: Incestuous Anal Delight

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Dr. Bernice Wilson

There was silence between me and my baby girl, my sweet and innocent Jennifer as the fear played across her face. Her eyes were locked on the pregnancy test box held in my hand. The actual applicator was missing. She probably disposed of it and forgot all about the packaging as she tried to hide her pregnancy from me.

She was only fourteen. It was too young. I wasn’t ready to be a grandmother. Especially not after last night.

I had surrendered to my forbidden lusts. I had seduced my fifteen-year-old son into incest. He had been confused, at first, but I stroked and sucked him, making him so horny. And then I rode him, and he had loved it. He had cum so much in me. I had planned on giving him a wake-up blowjob. I now understood why my patient, Cheryl, fucked her son.

It was the hottest thing in the world. So wrong. So forbidden. I was so eager for more.

I was so excited to suck his cock. And then Jenny came out of his room, sneaking around while he slept, looking for ways to get him in trouble like she always was. Anger flared through me. I didn’t want to handle the whole pregnancy thing this way, but...

“Well?” I demanded, shaking the box in her face. “You’re pregnant?”

“I’m ... pregnant.” Her gaze fell. She fidgeted in her nightgown. Her body shook. “It was so dumb. There was this boy and I just ... got carried away.”

“Uh-huh,” I said, arms folded. It was so easy to get carried away. My pussy clenched, remembering the feel of James in me. “Carried away? I thought I taught you better. Didn’t you at least make him wear a condom?”

She winced. “I was at a party, the one I went to with James two weeks ago and there was this boy.”

“You said that already,” I said. “Of course there was a boy. That’s how reproduction works.” I couldn’t believe this. I was a Gynecologist, and my daughter didn’t bother with protection.

“And ... I don’t know, I was just so caught up in it. We were kissing in a room. All alone. And I felt so...” She trailed off, blushing. “And ... it just happened.” She looked at me, her blue eyes so wide. “I swear it. It just happened. We ... did it. It all happened so fast. I didn’t even think about ... protection until it was over. Then I freaked out and had James take me home. He didn’t know,” she added with haste. “But now I don’t know how to contact the boy. He goes to another school or something. I didn’t even catch his name.”

“Don’t know who he is?” I asked, my stomach twisting. “So it was only the one time? And that knocked you up?”

Jenny nodded her head. “It was the center of my cycle. I’ve read that makes girls ... want to do it...”

“So it’s all your hormones fault?” My tone grew frosty.

“I guess.” she shifted.

My stomach twisted. I asked again, “And that was the only time?”

She nodded her head.

“You haven’t been having any sex since?”

Another nod.

My hand clenched on the box. She was lying to me. To my face. My baby girl was keeping secrets. “So you didn’t have a boy over the day when I caught you in the downstairs bathroom about to take a shower?”

She froze.

“That would have been the day before the party, right?”

“No, Mom. I just needed to shower. James was upstairs and—”

“And I didn’t find fresh cum on your panties last night?” I asked, leaning towards her. “Huh? I just imagined the fresh stains? They were still wet.”

She trembled.

“Who are you having sex with, Jenny?”

“No one,” she said, her voice rising. “You were mistaken. It wasn’t cum.”

“Then what was it?”

James opened his bedroom door. Jenny glanced at him. My son froze, wearing only his boxers. Jenny had woken him up. He needed his sleep. His face furrowed. “What’s going on?”

“Your sister is lying to me about everything,” I answered. I held up the pregnancy test box. “Some boy knocked her up, and she’s hiding who he is. She’s been seeing him for at least two weeks unless...” My eyes widened. “Is it a teacher? Is that why you told me this lie about the party?”

“Lie?” James croaked.

“It’s not a lie,” Jenny insisted. “And it wasn’t with a teacher.”

“Then who?” I folded my arms. “Who knocked you up? Who are you hiding? Is he married? Did he molest you? Are you being coerced?”

“God, no, Mom!” Jenny fumed, stamping her foot. “It was just that one time. I don’t know what you found in my panties.”

“And the wet spot on the couch I found the day you dashed to the shower? Were you fucking the boy like a little hussy on my couch!” The words spilled out of my mouth before I could stop myself. I didn’t even understand why I said them. Where had this anger come from? I glanced at James. I had fucked my son. How was I any better than my daughter?

She glanced at him again then backed up towards him like she meant to hide behind him.

More anger spiked. “Answer me, Jenny! Who is the father of your child?”

“A boy! I don’t know his name! It was a stupid mistake!” She glanced at James.

“Mom,” he said, moving forward. “You need to calm down. Why would she lie about this?”

“To protect the father.” My eyes narrowed. “Just tell me, Jenny. You’re scaring me.”

“I told you.” Tears filled her eyes. “Just believe me, Mom.”

“How can I? You lied to me. You have had sex more than that one time. And in my house!”

James’s face paled. “How do you know, Mom?”

He was such a good brother, so concerned for his little sister. But she didn’t deserve it. “I found her panties. Soiled. She had sex yesterday. Did she bring home any boys, James?”

“No,” he said slowly.

“Then it was at school. Oh, god, it is a teacher. And I bet he’s married.”

“It’s not a teacher!” she shrieked stubbornly. “And I didn’t have sex yesterday!”

“Yeah, when would she?” James added.

He was so nervous. It had to be about last night. He didn’t want to let Jenny know what we did. He was protecting me. I was just as bad as this teacher who preyed on Jenny. But it was so hot with James. It was so sexy.

“You’re going to stand here and tell me who—”

“I told you!” Jenny shrieked then, crying, she turned and darted down the hallway and burst into her bedroom.

“Jenny!” James called. He started to head down the hallway to his sister, but I caught his hand.

“No,” I hissed. “Let the little hussy cry in her bedroom.”

“Hussy, mom?” James asked, anger in his voice.

Why was I acting like this? I shouldn’t be demeaning her. She was being preyed on by this teacher, and yet ... She was a slut. A slut like her mother. A filthy whore who couldn’t be trusted around any man. I bet the teacher was married, and she fluttered her eyebrows and cooed and acted so coy and flirty, luring him from his wife.

Just like that whore Pete married.

I stroked my son’s hand. “She’s been so bad,” I said, unable to help myself. He was so damned sexy. So strong, so muscular, so handsome. I bet Jenny saw it, too. The way she kept turning to James. I’d have to watch the little minx. “I need you.”

“Need me?” he asked, still staring down that hall, tricked by her crying tears. He wanted to go to her.

I pulled him towards the bathroom. “Mommy needs her big, strong son. I was coming to wake you up with a blowjob.” But that little tramp was in there, snooping. “She’ll be crying for a while. We could take a shower together.”

I was such a hussy. A wanton, slutty mommy. My hand slid down his muscular stomach to the waistband of his boxers. I slid them in, grasping his hardening cock. He groaned, his eyes peeling away from his sister’s door to stare at me. He groaned as I stroked him, feeling his dick throb and grow stiffer.

I grinned at him, loving his eyes falling on my robe, belted loosely. I was naked beneath. I led him backwards into the bathroom, his eyes watching my tits bounce. His boxers fell off his hips as I held his cock like a leash, stroking him. He was so thick, so hard. Bigger than his father by an inch or so.

Better than his father. He would never leave me for a hussy. He would always love his naughty mommy.

I had fought this so much, I knew this was so wrong but after last night I just couldn’t care. Not after how hard I came. How wonderful it was to feel like a woman again. My hand found the shower handle. I twisted it. It hissed on, water falling as I pulled my son to me, lifting my head to kiss him.

When had he gotten taller than me?

His lips were so hungry on my mouth. His hands were bold. They pushed open my robe, the lose knot coming undone. His hands found my large breasts, squeezing them. I shuddered, loving his touch, feeling like such a whore-mommy for letting my son fondle my big tits.

Steam billowed out of the shower as I rubbed his hard cock against my stomach before moving it down to my pubic hair. He groaned into the kiss, squeezing my tits harder as my silky curls caressed the sensitive crown of his dick. He found my nipples, playing with them, making me feel amazing.

I broke the kiss. “Mmm, you’re so eager for Mommy’s pussy.”

“So eager,” he panted with all that youthful, teenage lust.

“Good,” I groaned. “I need to relax. To calm down.”

“Jenny’s not a slut,” James said. “If you’d just calm down. We could go talk with her. Figure this all out. Just the three of us.”

“Talk?” I asked, arching an eyebrow. “With this hardon? Don’t you want Mommy to take care of it?”

He opened his mouth, about to say something but then groaned as I moved his cock lower, letting him feel the heat of my pussy lips sliding wet on him. His hands squeezed hard on my tits.

“That’s what I thought,” I cooed, stepping backward into the shower. The hot water splashed on my naughty body. I pulled on his cock.

He didn’t resist.

My son was on me the moment he stepped in, water spraying on that yummy body. He pushed me against the wall, his lips finding the nape of my neck. I groaned as he kissed me. His hands sliding down my wet body to grip my ass while I stroked that hard cock.

The cock I made. I created him. The perfect lover.

And he was all mine. Mommy’s big, strong son.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned over the shower’s hiss and water’s splash. “Mommy needs you in her pussy. So badly. She’s so wet for this cock.”

“Yes,” he groaned into my neck, clenching his hands on my ass.

I guided him, this wonderful cock, to my pussy. I rubbed him against my folds until he found the entrance. He thrust hard, returning inside me, filling me up. I groaned at the incestuous rush of his cock filling me up. I clenched on him, shuddering against him, my breasts pressed into his chest. He moaned into my neck, sucking, nibbling, teasing.

He drew back his cock, sliding it through my folds. The friction shuddered through me. Pleasure burned hot. I groaned as he drew back and then slammed his dick into me. He filled me to the brim. My pussy clenched on his dick, loving him in me. My fingernails clawed at his back as he drew back and rammed his cock in again.

And again.

The steam billowed around us as he fucked me. The water was so hot on our skin, almost as hot as his body. I savored how tight we were pressed, how he gripped me, how he fucked me with that cock. My son’s big, thick dick.

“Oh, yes, fuck Mommy’s naughty cunt,” I moaned, loving talking like that. It was so wrong, so taboo. And that made it feel so amazing. “Fuck your naughty Mommy.”

“So naughty,” he groaned, his hips pumping. “You’re almost as tight as...”

He bit off his words as he rammed his cock into me. My eyes widened. I stared into his blue eyes as he fucked me, passion crossing his face. “Do you have a girlfriend?”

“Yes,” he groaned. “Basically.”

“And do you fuck her?” I hissed, undulating my hips, suddenly so turned on by this. I was jealous just minutes ago, but now that he was in me, his cock pumping in and out of my cunt, I burned. “Do you pound her naughty cunt like you pound Mommy’s?”

“Yes,” he growled, his hands clenching my ass. He kneaded them, pulling my butt-cheeks apart, making me tremble and groan. His fingers slid in between my butt-cheeks, caressing my sphincter.

I gasped at that. His finger felt so wicked touching my sphincter. I had patients who confessed to doing anal. Some hated it, some loved it. My ex-husband always wanted it—I bet that slut who stole him away gave up her ass. But feeling James’s finger play with my asshole, touching it, made my pussy clench on his dick. It was so ... exciting.

And then he pressed his finger into me. Into my asshole. I groaned, my eyes widening. I couldn’t believe him. He was so bold. This was so wrong of him to do. He didn’t ask. He just did it. He just pumped his finger into my asshole as he fucked my cunt.

And I loved it.

The sensations of his finger reaming my asshole mixed with his cock spearing into my pussy’s depths. I groaned, my hips undulating, meeting his thrusts as he kissed me hard on the lips. He claimed my mouth, fucking me with such confidence.

Who was his girlfriend? Why had he never mentioned her?

I broke the kiss, panting, “Does she let you fuck her asshole?”

“Yes,” he growled, thrusting even harder into me. Every time he buried into me, my clit throbbed against his pubic bone, the stimulation shooting through me. “She loves it when I fuck her ass.”

“That’s so hot,” I moaned, humping against him. The desire to fuck him grew even stronger hearing those words. I wanted to be such a whore for him. That thought surged such lusts through me. “What a naughty son. Fucking your girlfriend’s ass, fingering Mommy’s asshole. Mmm, such a bold, strong son.”

“That makes you hot?” he growled, pounding me, burying that cock over and over into my pussy.

“So hot,” I gasped, clawing at his back. “That makes Mommy so hot for her big, strong son’s dick.”

The pressure swelled in me. I was coming closer and closer to cumming. It was so fast. I was so hot. So turned on by my son. He was so sexy. My fingernails clawed at his back as my pussy and asshole clenched. He grunted, thrusting his dick harder into me, savoring my tight pleasure.

His balls thwacked into my taint. My clit burst with rapture, crushed by his pubic bone.

My body shuddered.

Pleasure exploded through me. I groaned, my eyes widening as rapture surged through me. My pussy writhed about his dick, milking him, eager for his cum to flood my pussy. He slammed his dick so deep into me. Every thrust sent more waves of rapture washing through my body.

“James!” I gasped in joy. “Oh, my god!”

“You’re cumming, Mom,” he groaned, sounding so full of pride. “You’re cumming on my dick.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I hissed. “Such a good cock. Oh, you’re back inside me. I love it. I love you. Mommy loves her big, strong stud.”

He kissed me hard, slamming his cock over and over into my pussy. The pleasure kept rippling through me. It kept washing through my body. I shuddered, my eyes rolling back into my head. This was amazing. I trembled against him, my nipples throbbing on his chest as I clung to him. He was such a great son.

Such an amazing lover.

And he hadn’t cum yet. He had so much more stamina than Pete ever had. I don’t know how James didn’t flood me the moment I started cumming. But I was so grateful as another orgasm burst through me, washing through my slutty body.

I was just as much a whore as my daughter. I was so jealous of this other girl James fucked, and so turned on picturing him ramming his cock into her. It was so wrong. This was all so messed up. But in such a wonderful way.

And then he ripped his cock out of me, breaking our kiss.

“James?” I gasped as he spun me around, pressing my breasts into the tiles. They were cool on my hard nipples. “What are you doing?”

“Fucking your ass,” he groaned, bringing his cock between the cheeks of my butt. My eyes widened as his dick, wet with all my juices, rubbed on my asshole.

“What?” I gasped. “But—”

“Don’t worry,” he groaned, his hand reaching down to finger my clit as he pressed against my resistant sphincter. “You’ll love it, Mom. It’ll make you such a slutty Mommy to take my cock back there.”

“Yes!” I hissed, my clit throbbing beneath his touch, my body so hot. If that girl he fucked could take his cock in her asshole, then so could I.

And I would do it better!

His dick pressed on my sphincter. I groaned, shivering as his finger danced on my clit. The pleasure flowed through me, relaxing my body. I didn’t fight it as he pressed forward more and more. My eyes rolled back into my head. The water splashed on our bodies as his cock pressed into my asshole.

The crown was past my sphincter, in me. Burning friction sent heat through my body. My pussy clenched as he groaned, pressing in deeper and deeper. It was slow, almost agony, but an agony of rapture and not pain. I shuddered at the ecstatic delight as he delved into my depths. His fingers rubbed my clit so hard. Pleasure burst through me.

And then I felt his wet pubic hair on my ass. His crotch pressed against me.

“Yes!” I moaned, such pride surging through me. “Mommy took all her son’s big cock in her ass.”

“You did, Mom,” he groaned. “Damn, I love you.”

I shivered at those words. “I love you, too, James!”

And then he drew back his cock. And the pleasure ... Oh, god, the pleasure was incredible. So different from his cock being in my pussy. He drew back and then slid his cock back in, the pleasure so hot and rough, not the silky glide in my pussy. I grunted as he buried in me, his balls swinging. He drew back and thrust again.

And again.

I pressed my cheek against the tile, so cool while his hot lips nibbled on the other side of my face, following my jawline. He reached my ear, teasing it, sending hot shudders through my body as he fucked my ass harder and harder.

Our flesh slapped wetly together. The sound echoed through the bathroom as he reamed my bowels. I groaned, loving it. I wiggled my hips, taking his cock, savoring every moment of our incestuous passion.

“Fuck Mommy’s ass,” I hissed, the pleasure growing in me, his fingers rubbing so hard at my clit and pussy lips. I was so wet, and not from the shower.