Mum Screams
by MicaMeesha
Copyright© 2026 by MicaMeesha
Incest Sex Story: Mum hears my friend refer to her as a MILF, and I have to explain to her what it means. By explain, I really mean show her just exactly what it means.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Heterosexual Incest Mother Son .
Mum was sunbathing again. She was wearing the smallest bikini in the world; nothing could be smaller. It covered her nipples, and it covered her fanny, just, and that was it. It had a string around her waist and up her bum. I had my mate Greg coming round to game, and she was lying virtually naked in the garden.
The doorbell went; it was Greg.
“Hi, Mik,” he said as he walked in. “Glass of coke or something; I’m parched.”
“Yeah mate, come on through.” I led the way to the kitchen and grabbed a glass, running the tap a little and then filling his glass.
“Jesus, mate, is that your Mum?”
Oh shit, Mum had chosen that moment to sit up. She wasn’t so much displaying side boob as virtually all boob.
“What, where?” I feigned. “Oh, yeah, that’s Mum in the garden doing a sun-tanning thing; we best not disturb her; she gets all serious about tanning.”
“Fuck, man, she is a serious MILF, my God.”
“Well, thanks for discussing my Mum like a piece of meat. She is just my Mum, you know, not some porno woman.”
“Wow, chill, Mik. Okay, your Mum is seriously hot, okay.” As if I didn’t know. I live here; I see her in various states of dress every day, from fully covered to completely naked. It makes me hard; it shouldn’t, but it does. I should not get turned on by my Mum, but I do.
“Come on, let’s hit the PlayStation.”
Greg told me that he had the serious hots for his Mum.
“What are you doing about it? Wanking every ten minutes?” I asked.
“Hell no. I walk around in a T-shirt and tight shorts so she can see how big her boy is in the trouser snake area. I accidentally walk in when she is in the bathroom or in her bedroom getting dressed. I even watched her shagging last week.”
“Do what, shagging?”
“She thought I was out, but I had come back. I heard noises so I crept up hoping to watch Mum wanking. Yeah, she had left their bedroom door open; I could see through the crack.”
“Wow, Greg, man, what did you see?”
Greg got his phone out, and after a bit of scrolling he showed me. His Mum was laying on the bed, naked and his Dad was between her legs, his dick sawing in and out, his dick disappearing inside her and reappearing. His Mum was making gasping noises every time his Dad pressed in.
“Wow, that is so cool. Did you see the finish?”
“No, not that time. I was afraid they would see me, so I backed away. When I thought it safe, I had another look; they had finished, he was lying on his back, and Mum was on her side. They were talking, but I have no idea what about; it was too muffled.”
“Cool.”
“The thing is, though, that wasn’t my Dad.”
“Do what?”
“Nope, that was Mr Mills from round the corner.”
“What, as in Jules and Natalie, Mr Mills?”
“Yup.”
“Shit.”
“This is my in.”
“Into what?”
“Into her fanny. When Mum knows I have this, then it will blow everything up; she will let me do anything to keep it quiet. Not sure if I can blackmail Mr Mills with it though; his wife is hot, I would shag her in an instant though.”
“Wow. Crumbs, that is news. The best I have is that I have seen Mum giving Dad a blowjob; they thought I was asleep in bed.”
“Oh cool, where?”
“It was in the lounge. I heard some noises and peeked downstairs to look. The lounge door was open; Dad was on the sofa, and Mum was blowing him. I couldn’t see much, but that is all.”
After Greg had gone to see if his Mum was alone in the house, I went downstairs. Mum was still on the sun lounger.
“Want a drink, Mum?” I asked her.
“Oh baby, yes, some elderflower would be nice; there is a jug in the fridge.”
I went in and poured us both a drink and took them out. Mum really might as well have been naked; her bottoms had slipped into the crease of her fanny, or she might have put them there herself to get a really all-over tan. Who knew?
“Here you are, Mum,” I said. Oh, and you might have a clothing malfunction in your fanny department. But I didn’t say that; I just enjoyed the view. I sat opposite Mum and watched her as she sat up a little and sipped.
“Good baby, thank you. Is your friend gone?”
I hadn’t realised that she had even noticed Greg was here. “Yes, he’s gone back to chat to his Mum about something. Not sure what; he wouldn’t say.”
“I heard your voices, so I knew he was here. You know, Mik, you can talk to me about absolutely anything. You can, anything at all.”
“Thanks, Mum, but I don’t feel the need to, but if I did, I would.”
“I did hear some of what Greg said.”
“Oh?”
“Am I? Is that what you think?”
“Are you what, Mum?”
“A MILF. God, I hate that word. Is that what you think? I heard him say it.”
How the hell do I answer that? If I say yes, then I am a pervert; if I say no, then I am telling my mum that she is unattractive.
“Why do you hate the word Mum? It’s just a word.”
“It is so demeaning; it refers to me as an object, not a woman of my own free will.”
“I think it just means that you are attractive.”
“Sexually?”
“Yes, I suppose.”
“And am I?”
“Attractive, Mum, yes, very, but you know that.”
“Sexually, I mean.”
“Mum, really, I can’t answer that.”
“Why not? You are over eighteen, you have had girlfriends, you have had sex, and you know what is sexually attractive.”
“Well, yes, I guess.”
“You guess. So you guess you find me sexually attractive.”
I nodded; I couldn’t use words.
“So I turn you on.”
“Oh fuck. Sorry, I didn’t mean to say that.”
“But you do. Interesting.”
I was mortified. Yes, my mum turned me on; I got boners just looking at her in clothes, never mind naked, but that was not something I wanted her to know.
“So, are you hard now?”
“Mum!” I almost ran into the house and left her to it. Was she teasing me?
I had a fitful night’s sleep. Every time I dropped off, I could see Mum’s fanny, glistening, winking at me in my dream, and I woke up with a start. I could hear noises; I knew what they were. I got out of bed as silently as I could and pulled my door open. Mum’s and Dad’s bedroom door was half open, and the noises were coming from in there.
I went back into my room and grabbed my phone; this could be something worth videoing. Looking into their room, Mum was on her knees and hands on their bed, and Dad was behind her. They were sideways on to me so I could see Dad’s dick slide in and out of her. I videoed for a few minutes right up to Mum climaxing, her scream of pleasure almost silent. I crept back to my room, pushed my door almost to, and got back into bed.
I didn’t know how I felt. I want to shag my mum; that is for sure. My mum is sexy as hell, but I didn’t really get a buzz watching Mum being shagged by Dad. I just want to shag her myself, my hard dick forcing her fanny lips apart, finding her hole and pushing in, stretching her, filling her, my dick end pushing at her deep inside, making her gasp as I stretched her depth. Yeah, but it’s not going to happen.
When I got up, I texted Greg; he was free and said to come over. When I knocked on their door, June, his mum, answered. She seemed quiet, perhaps preoccupied. “Oh, come in, Mik,” she said.
I went on up to Greg’s room.
“I saw my folks shagging last night. You know it wasn’t as hot as I expected.”
“Oh? Watching my mum was definitely hot. I bet watching yours would be too; she is so fucking hot.”
I showed him the video; I swear he almost got his dick out there and then.
“Jesus, man, how can that not be hot?”
“Have you used your video yet?”
“Yes. Not as I planned. I expected her to offer to shag me to keep me quiet. She didn’t. She slapped me and walked off.”
“Wow. She did seem quiet at the door. I wonder if she has spoken to Jules’ dad yet. That might be the decider.”
“I dunno. I might just go down and see if she has calmed down yet.” Greg left and was gone for a few minutes before coming back.
“You have to leave.”
“Oh, er, okay.”
“Mum wants to talk to me, but not with you in the house.”
“Perhaps she is going to murder you and doesn’t want a witness.”
“Probably right. So, sorry, mate, you have to leave.”
“No worries, catch you on the flip; let me know what goes down.”
“Will do if I am alive.”
There was no sign of Mum when I got home. I checked the garden, and her bedroom door was closed. I listened but couldn’t hear anything. I went and grabbed a coke from the fridge and took a handful of biscuits from the barrel and sat in the garden just chilling. Minding my own.
“Oh, there you are,” Mum said as she emerged from the house. “I was just having a nap. You’re back earlier than I expected.”
Mum was wearing a robe and probably nothing else; I can never quite tell with Mum. She sat on the chair next to me, and when she sat, her robe gaped a little, yes, nothing else.
“Greg’s Mum wanted a serious chat with him about something; I suspect it was to do with him seeing her have sex.”
“He is old enough to know the ins and outs; why would she want to talk about that, I wonder? I guess more to that than meets the eye.” She paused and then looked at me directly. “You’ve seen me and your father having sex; I do know that.”
No point in lying. “Yes.”
“How did that make you feel? Did it turn you on or make you feel horny?”
“No, it didn’t. You know how I feel about you, but watching someone else do it to you, no, that is not my thing.”
“Well now, that is interesting. So, you find my body a turn-on?”
“You know I do, Mum. Very much.”
“But not if someone other than you is having sex with me?”
“No, not at all.”
“What about porn? Isn’t that the same as watching me with your dad?”
“God no, I don’t know anyone in porn, so it is just the act, you know. And the sounds, the sounds are hugely erotic, more so than the images.”
“What if you heard me and your dad but didn’t watch?”
“No, because I would know.”
“But if it was just me with my toy?”
“That is wild, so hot.”
“I don’t get it; I really don’t.”
“No. I guess not. I don’t know why my brain works the way it does.”
“No, so, are you hard now?”
“Mum!”
“Oh, come on. Are you?”
This is mortifying. “Jeez, Mum. Yes. Okay?”
“That’s okay. Show me.”
“What!”
“Show me, show me what talking with me has created.”
“No.”
“Why not? You cannot be embarrassed if you want to have sex.”
“Are you saying you will have sex with me?”
“Show me your dick. Are you brave enough? That is the first thing to resolve.”
I took a huge swallow, mostly of pride, and pulled my shirt off, and then I pulled my shorts and underpants down and faced Mum, my dick standing proud.
“Nice dick.”
“Er, thanks.”
Mum stood up and took her robe off. Her breasts stood on her chest, slightly dropping; her tummy was mostly flat, her sex mound quite full, and her lips fat and hiding what was within. She was shaved, no hair growing below her neck. She stood facing me, a gap prominent at the top of her thighs, the crease of her sex prominent, inviting.
“Nice fanny.” It seemed only fair.
“Thanks. What do you want to do?”
“I want to go up to your bedroom and I want to explore you.”
“Oh? I thought that you wanted to shag me.”
“I do, of course I do, but I don’t understand why you are doing this. Are you playing with me?”
“No, Mik, I am not playing. What you want us to do crosses a line that we can never return from once it is done. It cannot be undone. So, I am being very serious, Mik. Very serious. If you want to play, we stop now. I get dressed. You get dressed, and that is it. If you want to be serious, then we go upstairs and we do what you want to do, and we end up where we end up, on the other side of a secret line.”
I felt small; that was quite the speech.
“Mum, I want to take you upstairs. I want to explore your body, see what goes where and how it ticks, and then I want us to shag Mum; that is what I want. I know the consequences, Mum; I have thought of nothing else for a very long time.”
“When we do this, you have to promise me one thing: you tell no one, I mean absolutely no one. We could end up in jail if anyone knew.”
“I know, Mum, and I will never say anything, to anyone, ever.”
Mum bent down and picked her clothes up and headed into the house. I grabbed mine and followed. Walking behind Mum as she walked naked up the stairs was just dick-busting. I had never imagined this; it was as if her bum were chewing and her fanny were waving at me from beyond, calling me and telling me to look at it, not at her bum. I have never, ever, been so hard as I was right then. My balls were buzzing; I was afraid I was going to spurt.
In her bedroom Mum dropped her robe over her chair and turned back the quilt, exposing her bottom sheet. There was a small damp patch. She saw me looking.
“I heard you come home, and I just had to build up my courage for what I wanted, to give you what you wanted.”
“Oh. Jilling.”
“Oh, is that what you call it?” she laughed. “Yes, I guess that is just what it was.”
“It obviously worked.”
Mum lay in the centre of her bed, her legs parted. “Come on, Mik, explore me. How you do depends on if we do this again. If you can make me scream, we almost certainly will. If you don’t, then perhaps we won’t.” She closed her eyes and slightly opened her mouth, lips slightly parted, tongue just peeping.
I sat on the edge of her bed. Should I kiss her first? I thought so; it seemed rude to just dive straight at her fanny. As far as I knew, I would have all the time I needed; I didn’t want to rush; I wanted to savour this. I wished I had my phone to record it.
I crouched next to Mum, and I gently kissed her, my tongue easing across her lips, moist and inviting. My tongue touching hers and then delving past, her mouth opening, welcoming, and her tongue searching, wanting. As I kissed Mum, my hand cupped her left breast, my finger and thumb seeking her nipple, gently squeezing, rolling, tweaking. I moved from Mum’s mouth and suckled her nipple, almost chewing, but softly, not harshly. My hand stole down over her stomach, circling her navel, my little finger dipping briefly in, but then onwards, downwards, fingers easing her fanny lips apart, her valley hot with anticipation, my fingers easily slid from her nubbin down to her entrance, circling, easing, teasing.
My mouth abandoned her breast and moved down, kissing and sucking briefly at her navel, my tongue dipping inside, my brain imagining it was her fanny, and I moved further down, my tongue finding her crease, feeling her little button and pressing, licking, and dabbing.
My fingers stopped circling and easing; they pushed insistently, resistance slight but ignored, warming as they entered her fountain of life, Mum pulsating as I worked two fingers deep inside my mother, a third, straggling, pressing at her crinkle, not insistent, not entering, just pressure.
I explored my mum’s insides: little wrinkles here, bumps there, not able to reach her end, but one little bump seemed to cause pleasure. Mum’s breathing gasped as I stroked that little inside bump. My tongue moved away from her nubbin and slid into her valley, probing little holes. Was that her wee hole? Feeling her lips ripple as I moved within, a soft, wet and warm velvet caress as her lips wrapped around my tongue.
I wiggled my fingers and moved my tongue slowly back up her valley and sucked in her nubbin, chewing slightly, and started a shag with my fingers.
“Graghtr” Mum gurgled, unintelligible, her bum lifting off the bed, her breath just gasps, her fanny tightening on my fingers, and then she gasped out loud, her back jerking straight, her legs squeezing my head, and a mass of wet suddenly on my chin, soaking, warm; I lapped and swallowed what I could as Mum lay gasping, panting, rocking.
I pulled back and moved up to kiss her again, my face wet with her juices. She kissed me back hungrily, sucking her wetness off my face. I was crouching over her; I reached down and held my dick. I wiped it along her valley and then pressed at her entrance. I flexed my hip, and then I was in. Oh my, I was in my mum’s fanny. I slowly pushed, my foreskin moving slower, rolling back as my dick plumbed Mum’s depth.
My balls were shivering in anticipation, my dick spasmed, deep inside at my root, I was in heaven, and Mum’s fanny was gripping, almost wanking my dick, and then I was in. All the way I could. The end of my dick had met resistance, a hot wall; my balls hung between my legs, between her open thighs, and my dick pulsed. I pulled back slightly, perhaps an inch, and then pressed back in, hard. The wall was not moving.
I felt fingernails in my back, digging and scratching, the pain travelling down my back into my dick. I pulled back a little more, leaving an emptiness at the end of my dick, feeling a little fanny pulse as I moved. I stopped. I hovered, my buttocks clenching as I waited, and I pushed back in as hard and as fast as I could, slamming hard into the wall.
My foreskin was rolled back behind my rim, my rim sensitive to every feel, every ripple and bump, but not at speed. I slowly pulled back, my rim shooting sparks of pleasure to my root; my arse tightened, my buttocks clenched, and Mum gurgled, almost gibbered.
“Fuck Mik, Jesus,” she gasped as I pushed fully back, pressing her wall, trying to go deeper. “You are in; oh God, are you ever in me.”
I pulled back and then pushed in, a steady shag, my pubis slapping against her mound, my back arching away from her, her breasts jiggling on her chest as my balls slapped against her thighs and my dick buried itself deep inside Mum.
Her eyes were staring, focused on me, her mouth open, gasping in air; her hands were clutching the bedsheet, and still I shagged, hard, fast, and deep, my own breath pulsing as I moved in and out, breaths shallow, shagging, and my balls twitched. My dick twitched at the base, and I pushed in hard, and my dick erupted, splattering her wall with sperm, filling her fanny, and flooding her womb. I came, hard, my dick pushing in, refusing to leave.
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