Mum Screams Again
by MicaMeesha
Copyright© 2026 by MicaMeesha
Incest Sex Story: This is a follow-up to Mum Screams, and it details how Greg and his mum deal with his blackmailing her into sex
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Incest Mother Son .
Mik sent me a text to see how I was doing and if he dared to come round to paint some Warhammer figures. I had a new set of Orcs, and my big, illuminated magnifying glass on a stand was brilliant for detailed painting. I sent him a text back saying the coast was clear. That was because Mum was out and that he could come. I put my paints, brushes and figurines on my desk and waited for Mik.
“Hi, mate,” I said when he knocked on the door.
“Hi,” he said, walking through the door and going upstairs. I shut the front door and followed him up.
“So, how’s things with your mum?” he asked me.
“How do you think?” I had blackmailed Mum into letting me shag her, as I had videoed her getting shagged by Natalie’s dad when I came home one day. Not my best idea, it must be said, and Mum has pretty much ignored me ever since. Not in front of Dad, of course; I doubt that she would want him to get involved. No, she just blanks me when we are alone.
“Still not good then? Have you been doing what I suggested?” Mik asked. He had given me a few ideas on how to turn things around, make her cups of tea, tidy the kitchen and so on, but she hadn’t commented, just walked away, leaving her tea to go cold.
“Yes. I have, and she is having none of it. How are you doing with your Mum?”
“Brilliant mate, absolutely fucking brilliant.”
“So, you’re knobbing her then?”
“Fuck, yeah.”
“I presume your dad has no idea?”
“Nah, she shags him every night when she has shagged me in the day. She tells me not to watch, but, well, fuck it, I watch when I can. I don’t like him shagging her; I really don’t. I know that they are married and all that, but I only want it to be me.”
“That’s a bit selfish, man,” I said. I heard the front door open; Mum had come home.
“So, how is it going with your mum, really?”
“Fucking awful.”
We worked on painting figures for a while, and then Mik said he had to go; I was still working on the sword of an Orc.
“S’okay, I can see myself out.” He said, sort of waved his hand and headed off. I heard him go downstairs and then into the kitchen where Mum was.
“Hi, June, he’s really upset, you know,” I heard Mik say.
“He should have thought of that,” Mum responded.
“Look, I don’t know what he did; he won’t tell me, but he is so cut up, he wishes more than anything that he could go back in time and not do or say whatever it was. Anyway, I just felt I ought to say that.” I heard the front door open and then close; I guess Mik had gone.
Oh well, at least he hadn’t let Mum know that he knew what I had done. I finished the Orc and then cleaned my brushes; I wasn’t really in the mood for painting anymore. I needed a drink. I went down to the kitchen. Mum was sitting at the table, just scrolling through her phone.
“I’m just getting a drink, Mum. Can I get you anything?”
“No,” as curt as ever. She didn’t look at me.
“Look, I’m sorry, I really am. I will do anything, anything at all.”
“Did you send your friend down to speak to me?” She asked.
“What? Fuck, no, God, I haven’t said anything to him. I was painting a model when he left.”
“Funny how he is saying the same thing as you; coincidence that. I guess I don’t believe in coincidences anymore.” This time she looked at me, and I could see tears in her eyes. I took my hanky out of my pocket and walked over to her. I wiped her eyes and stepped back, leaving the hanky on the table.
“I want to die, Mum, for what I did. I want to die and take the pain away; I am so sorry.” I turned and left the kitchen and went back to my room. I took my T-shirt and shorts off and just lay on my bed with my can of coke. I obviously didn’t want to kill myself, but I had to try and get through to Mum how sorry I was. I heard a noise; Mum was standing in my doorway.
She looked at me, and then she spoke. “You really feel like that?”
“Yes, Mum, I do; I feel so bad. I just wanted the same with you that Mik and Simon have with their Mum.”
“What do you mean, the same as Mik and Simon?”
“Oh, God, I have said too much; I am sorry.”
“Tell me.” Her eyes were fixed on mine; I couldn’t look away.
“I was told in confidence.”
“Tell me, or I will not believe a word you say. You have to be honest with me right now, Gregory, right now.”
“Mik and his mum, they, you know, do it.”
“By ‘it’, do you mean have sex?”
“Yes.”
“And Simon, too?”
“Yes.”
“Was this just a one-off? Did they do what you did?”
“Fuck, no, shit, no one else is that stupid.”
“Language. So, tell me.” She came and sat on the edge of my bed, near my feet, not really within touching distance.
“Mik said one day his mum saw him wa ... masturbating. He said he was very embarrassed, and then later he saw her using her toy in her bedroom.”
“All boys masturbate, you do, I know you do, I wash your bedding, and I have seen you when you haven’t shut your door properly.”
Oh, God, I wanted to die. “Mum, shit, oh, God.” I didn’t know what to say. I had thought a couple of times that Mum may have seen me, and all that had done was make me wank harder and more furiously, but that was when I thought that she ‘might’ have seen me. I actually did not want Mum to watch; that was just so weird.
“And he watched her when she was having a private moment?”
“Yes.”
“I see. Do you sneak looks at me when I am dressing or undressing?”
I was quiet; I didn’t dare answer for fear of making things worse. I just remembered watching Mum reflected in her mirror as she sat on the bed trimming her hair, her fanny wide open, and how it glistened. I wanked to that image many times.
“By your silence, I assume that you do.”
I looked down and realised my boxers were tenting. Oh, fuck, utter fuck, my dick was fucking hard. Oh, Jesus, please, go away, go soft, please, not now.
I saw Mum looking at my groin; she said nothing. I would have just died if she had. “And did his mother realise he had watched her?”
I knew my face had gone beetroot red; I swallowed hard before I could speak. “Yes, she saw him watching and later confronted him about it.”
“And what did he say? Was he honest, or did he try to cover it up?
“Mik told his mum that he had watched her, that he was fascinated, and that he didn’t know that girls could do that.”
“Okay, well, that was honest, I suppose.”
“Well, anyway, they talked about it, and Mik confessed that he wanted his mum and wanted her more than anything.”
“I see. That, I suppose, ended up with them in bed together.”
“Yes, mostly when his dad goes out.” I thought it best not to say that I thought Mik’s mum was a grade A MILF.
“Mostly? Do they do it when his dad is there?”
“God, no, I didn’t mean that. I meant, most of the time his dad goes out, they do it.”
“And Simon?”
“He was, er, masturbating in his bedroom...”
“You can say wanking,” Mum interrupted.
“Er, okay, he was wanking, and he realised his mum was standing in the doorway watching. He said she had her hand inside her knickers. It started by her wanking him in the mornings after his dad had gone to work, and then he started rubbing her, and then she gave him a blow job, and then taught him how to do it to her, and eventually, they did the whole thing.”
Mum got up and turned towards the door. “You do all realise that what you are all doing is illegal?”
“Yes, I wasn’t supposed to say anything.”
“Have you told anyone what you did? Bragged to your friends that you had joined their club of motherfuckers?”
“Jesus, no, fuck, no, I just want to undo it, more than anything.”
“I’ll leave you to sort that out,” she said, pointing at my tenting boxer shorts. And she was gone, the longest conversation I had with my mum in days, ever since I had blackmailed her. I was absolutely not going to wank, no, not knowing that Mum would think I was. I heard her go downstairs, and I just lay there feeling miserable.
I woke in the night; I guess it was just after midnight needing the loo. I got up and went and pissed, sitting down on the loo, as I didn’t want to turn the light on, and I knew only too well how wild my stream went and how it needed constant aiming. Difficult to do when it is dark. I got up and flushed, and as I was leaving, I heard noises, very familiar noises. Mum and Dad’s bedroom door was partially open, and Mum had left her small bedside light on. I could see them reflected in their wardrobe mirror.
Mum was on her knees, and Dad was behind her, shagging her for all he was worth. They were sideways on, and so I could see his dick appear and disappear inside her fanny, Mum’s tits waving back and forth as he shagged her. At that moment I knew what Mik had meant; I didn’t like watching Dad do Mum, I really didn’t. Almost without realising, I had my dick in my hand and began to wank, pulling back when Dad pulled back and pushing up when he thrust in.
“Yes, yes, fuck, yes,” Mum was saying as Dad shagged her; the sounds of his stomach slapping against her arse were echoing in their room, Mum’s gasps joining in with Dad’s grunts. I was going faster and faster, my foreskin making a noise and my hand hitting my belly as I wanked, adding to the sounds of sex.
“Oh, fuck, yes, oh shit!” Mum screamed her orgasm, and Dad finished too, thrusting in hard, making Mum really move forwards. I quickly stopped. I was so close, but I didn’t want to keep making noises, not here, not outside their bedroom door. I quietly padded back to my room and closed my door as silently as I could before I grabbed my dick, replaying in my mind Mum’s words as Dad shagged her until my dick fountained my spunk.
“I saw you.” Mum said as I ate my cereal. Dad had gone to work, and Mum was emptying the dishwasher when I came into the kitchen. I mumbled a good morning and poured milk over my cereal.
“Saw me when?” I asked.
“In the night, I could see your eyes in my mirror; I could also tell what you were doing.”
“Oh.” What could I say? Nothing, I was busted.
“It obviously did something for you.”
“Er, well, yes.”
“Did you finish?”
“Yes, but later, in my bedroom.”
“Why not there?”
“I was making too much noise; I didn’t want you to know I was there.”
“Why didn’t you want me to know?”
“I knew watching you was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself.”
“And?”
“And what, Mum?”
“What were you thinking as you watched me and your father?”
“I was jealous.”
“I see.”
She turned back to the dishwasher, taking the cutlery and putting it away in the drawer. She closed the dishwasher and went out of the kitchen; I could hear her going upstairs. I breathed a huge sigh of relief. When she had said that she saw me, I had expected a massive row, betrayal of trust and so on. Nothing; she let me know that she had seen me, and that was it. A little voice said it was her fault for leaving her bedroom door open; my other voice slapped me and told me not to be so stupid.
I put my cereal bowl in the dishwasher and went upstairs. As I reached the landing, Mum called to me.
“Come in my bedroom.”
I went in and stopped dead in my tracks; Mum was naked.
“Jeez, Mum, sorry, I thought you called me in,” I said, not sure what to do other than try and memorise the images of my naked Mum.
Her breasts hung down a little, not like the girls I went out with; their tits were high on the chest. She had a bulge below her navel and then a small patch of short, trimmed hair. Below that was her crease, a straight vertical crease going down underneath.
“Finished gawping?” Mum said. I snapped my attention back to her face. “Take your clothes off.”
“What?”
“You heard me; take your clothes off. You have seen me; now, show me you.”
God, was this some bizarre punishment? Was she going to tell me off because I had a hard-on in front of my naked mum? I pulled my T-shirt off and then pushed my shorts down and stepped out of them. I was naked with a hard-on in my mum’s bedroom.
“Do it.” She said.
“What?” I asked, unsure and terrified of assuming the wrong thing.
“What you were doing last night when you were watching me with your father.”
Oh. Oh, God. I grabbed my dick and pulled the foreskin back. I looked at Mum and began to move my hand, back and forth.
“You were more enthusiastic last night; put some elbow grease into it,” Mum said.
I squeezed, I moved faster, and I shut my eyes. I didn’t want to look at Mum watching me. I tried to remember the images from last night, Mum on her knees, her boobs swaying back and forth. I could hear the words she spoke as Dad pummelled her: “Yes, yes, fuck, yes,” she had gasped. I could hear my hand hitting my pubis, the slap sound of my waking echoing around Mum’s room. I could feel my balls begin to tighten, my buttocks clenched.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasped as my dick spurted, spewing my spunk over Mum’s carpet. I slowed and opened my eyes, looking directly into Mum’s.
“Finished?” She asked.
I nodded. What else could I say? The evidence was there.
“How do you feel?” She asked me as she looked at my dick, which was refusing to go down.
“Embarrassed.”
“Why?”
“Because you were watching me, it felt wrong.”
“Your dick is still hard.”
“Yes.”
“You better go back to your room and clear up. Remember the feeling; that is how you made me feel. Embarrassed and cheap.”
That had been a lesson then, making me feel bad because of what I had done. It wasn’t a thaw in relations; it was simply to make me feel bad.
“Do you want me to clear that up?” I asked, pointing at the carpet.
“No, I will do it. I want you to leave.”
I left and went into the bathroom and cleaned my dick, which was still hard. ‘At least it is easier to clean when it is stiff,’ I thought. I dried myself and headed back to my room. As I passed Mum’s room, I glanced through the door I had left open. Mum was on her knees on her bed, her hand in her fanny, fingers pushing in and out. I couldn’t see her eyes; I hoped that meant that she couldn’t see me.
“Oh, fuck, Greg,” I heard her gasp. I hurried away, not sure what to make of it. I went round to Mik’s before lunch; I needed to get out of the house. I didn’t know what to make of what was happening.
“Hiya Mrs M,” I said to Mik’s mum when she opened the door. She had a smile on her face, and her cheeks were red; she looked far from the glum mum that I had.
“Oh, hello Greg, how are you, love?”
“Oh, I’m good, Mrs M,” I lied.
“Glad to hear it, Mik’s upstairs; you can go up. I think he is out of the shower, and even if he isn’t, he hasn’t got anything that you haven’t got.” She turned away, chuckling to herself as I shut the door and headed up to Mik’s room.
Mik was standing bollock naked in his bedroom when I walked in.
“Bloody hell mate, I could have been your mum, walking in,” I said.
“Already was, mate. Why do you think I have been in the shower?”
“Jesus, you fucked your mum again.”
“Yup, all three holes.”
Bastard. “Oh well, good on you.” No wonder she was red in the face if she had just been shagged by her son. Still no luck for me; my mum doesn’t look to be in a forgiving mood.”
“I am not surprised, mate; you for sure crossed a line.”
“I spoke to Tony last night.” I said, When I say spoke, I mean text.
“Yeah, his mum?”
“Yup, he couldn’t wait to tell me; twice he shagged her yesterday, twice, and she blew him in between.”
“I know, he says she tasted of curry.”
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