Chapter 9

I heard Mom moving around upstairs as I finished my workout in the basement. I had been lifting seriously for a few years and my upperbody looked cut and ripped. Flexing in the mirror, I was pleased by what I saw, and decided it was time to show it off to see if I could generate some more hot incest fuckplay with Mommy Dearest. Yeah, I was getting cocky, but when you've been fucking gorgeous women for the whole summer, and end up screwing the shit out of your equally hot Mom, who wouldn't be?

I climbed the stairs loudly, giving her time to collect herself. I opened the kitchen door and walked through closing it after me. My Mom was sitting at the table smoking a cigarette and nursing a mimosa.

"Little early to be drinking, isn't it Ma?" I said, teasingly.

"Ugh, Duncan, not so loud. Jesus H my head hurts. Did you see Nick last night?" she asked, a tremor in her voice.

"No, I was asleep when you guys came in. Why, was he being a dick again?" I said, playing at being mad.

"No, I just must have been REALLY drunk last night. I don't remember much after getting home." she said, looking at me from the corner of her eye. I could tell she remembere more than she was letting on to.

"Yeah, you were pretty wasted. So much so, you let me screw the shit out of you." I said, leering at her from over the fridge door. I pulled the OJ container out and chugged a bit from it, looking over at her. Her head had collapsed into her folded arms, cigarette burning in the ashtray.

"Oh god Duncan... you've got to be shitting me"

"Look Mom, you obviously remember what happened, why deny it?"

Her head shot up and her face was shocked, "JESUS Duncan, I'm your mother!"

I folded my arms and leaned against the counter staring at her. "And I'm your son, and less than a week ago you banged the shit out of me wearing a mask. You don't really expect me to believe that deep down inside, you didn't realize it was me Mom. Come on, I'm young, but I'm not stupid!"

Her hands hid her face while she shook her head. "No, it's wrong. It's wrong and I made a mistake! I'm your Mother! You shouldn't think that way!"

I laughed loudly. "I shouldn't think that way? Jesus Mother - you stare at me in the mirror while you shove a dildo in and out of you, you have sex with me, and even if you didn't know or didn't want to admit, you fucking screamed my name... What's so wrong about it?"

"No Duncan, No. It's not okay!!!" She pushed herself up from the table, her loose robe covering very little, and the very little it covered, was very little indeed. She had changed into a sexy black teddy, leaving the stockings on.

"Fine, you want to deny it? Fine!" I yelled, taking the three steps to her that I needed. I twisted her to face me, kissed her deeply, and shoved my hand between her legs. She was soaked.

"Don't want me huh?" I yelled shoving my fingers in her face. "You're soaked! You want more don't you?"

She didn't say anything but shook her head. I asked her again and she just shook her head. So I did what any red blooded american kid does when his mom denies him sex. I dropped my sweats to the ground, letting my dick pop out.

"Oh god" she whispered.

"Turn around slut, and put your hands on the table."