Mom is having an affair… with my brother.. Ever since I started masturbating, members of my family had always been the subject of my fantasies, male and female. My mother, Kathy, while not the most attractive of women, still has a good body for her forty-eight years. I’m not ashamed to admit she looks good in a bikini. She wears glasses and has her mousy hair cut short, which adds to her strict persona.
My father, George, has always been a mild-mannered person. At fifty-six years of age, he’s only an inch taller than my mom, being five foot eight. He’s overweight and balding, but a respectable person.
The two of them work for the same company, yet it’s my mom who is in charge. Being a manager, she brings in the money and is the matriarch of the family.
My younger brother, Brad, is the offspring of a one-time affair between mom and a work colleague. Dad being the forgiving type accepted situation, but the birth father was granted partial custody. As such, Dad never really bonded with Brad and even I saw him less frequently as we got older. He’s twenty-six and is quite literally the opposite of me. He stands at six foot three, incredibly muscular with short, dark hair. Most people are shocked to find that he’s the younger sibling. He works as a personal trainer and lives in a temporary apartment. As I’m bi-curious, I consider my brother a very attractive man.
As for myself, my name is Sam. I’m unemployed and still a virgin at twenty-eight. I share the same traits as my father, which hasn’t helped much with my confidence. My brother seems to have gained traits from his birth father.
A usual routine for when my parents were out working, I did what most guys do. Watch porn. This time however I was feeling particularly horny. Reckless, you could say. I decided to place a hidden cam in my parent’s bedroom in hopes of catching my parents having sex, my mom masturbating… Anything! I placed it on the side cabinet which blended in perfectly with its surroundings.
For days I had it there, filming generic, everyday events. It had often captured my parents in the nude. My mom had a stunning body in contrast to her stern face. My dad, on the other hand, looked repulsive. His blubbery body and shrivelled tiny penis almost made me not want to continue with the filming. His penis shamefully reminded me of my own.
One time checking through the footage I could’ve sworn I saw my mom look at it. My heart skipped a few beats thinking I’d been caught. I guessed she just looked in the direction where the camera was.
One evening while my dad was on a work retreat for the week, I chose to stay over a friend’s house leaving my mom alone in the house. I presumed that with no one in the house, she might end up masturbating. The thought of it got me hyped!
I returned home the following afternoon, and mom wasn’t home. I told her I wouldn’t be home until the evening, but I couldn’t wait to see what my mom gets up to alone. I had almost hoped to surprise her in the act of masturbating, but once home alone I felt somewhat relieved. I went to the room to retrieve the cam.
Heart pounding, I copied the recent files onto my laptop in my bedroom and let it play.
For a while, it was nothing but darkness. I considered it to be another day where mom does nothing and goes to sleep. That was until I heard the front door open downstairs. I heard the unmistakable voice of my mom, as well as a deep male voice. The door closed, followed by giggling. My initial thoughts were that dad was home. But dad doesn’t have a deep voice. Was mom cheating?
I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and then the door opened. Mom turned on the light and crawled onto the bed. A man entered the room and stood in the doorway. From the position of the camera, I couldn’t see his face, but he was tall, and muscular.
My heart was racing. Despite the evidence that my mom was probably having an affair, I still tried to find rational reasons. What if this man is just checking out the house? He took off his shirt revealing a familiar silver chain necklace, then unzipped his jeans. His penis was huge. It practically hung down to his kneecaps. My mom took off her shirt and dress, leaving nothing but her own chain necklace and gold wristwatch, and wedding ring. With a sly smile, she beckoned him to the bed with her index finger.
“Come here, sweetheart,” she purred.
The man crawled onto the bed, and I felt my entire body grow cold. It was my brother, Brad.
I froze. My mind was spinning. I was watching my mom about to have sex with her own son!
Mom propped herself up onto the headboard as Brad placed his penis at her vagina lips. He slowly entered her, and my mom shivered with delight. They continued in this position for a while, Brad grunting with every thrust.
“Let me get on top,” mom said.
He rolled onto his back and mom lowered herself onto his penis. She was riding him with a look of pure delight on her face, Brad grinning at her. She placed her hands on the headboard and caused it to crash against the wall.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” mom screamed.
While her hands were on the headboard, I got a clear view of mom’s wedding ring. I shamefully became aware of the throbbing erection in my pants.
The couple changed positions once again. This time my mom was facing the hidden cam while Brad fucked her from behind. She grabbed his head and pulled it towards hers, and the two passionately kissed. Their tongues wrestled as my brother’s cock sawed in and out of my mom’s bushy vagina.
“Brad, cum inside me!” mom begged.
As Brad exploded his semen inside my mom’s vagina, my undersized penis simultaneously ejaculated in my pants. They were motionless for a few seconds, and then propped themselves up onto the bed making out.
I sat in shock by what I had just witnessed. My mom is having an affair with my brother, her son! Brad whispered into her ear and they both giggled. Mom then got off the bed and walked over to the camera. She picked it up and looked directly into the lens.
She knew, and I was terrified.
“Sam,” She said with an exasperated sigh. “We need to talk, young man.”
She placed the camera back in its original position and got into bed with Brad. They cuddled and fondled with each other’s bodies, occasionally looking at the camera and giggling, before finally leaving the bedroom. About half an hour later they returned and got into bed and went to sleep.
I fast-forwarded the footage while still in a daze up to when they woke up. They had another make-out session and left the room. A few hours later I saw myself walk in to collect the camera.
I sat in silence for what seemed like hours. I could feel the shameful semen drying on my pants.
“Sam, can you come downstairs, please?” my mom asked.
I was so immersed in the video I had not noticed anyone arrive home. I shakily stood up and slowly opened my bedroom door. Barely audible, I heard Brad talking to her. I walked downstairs to see my mom and brother sitting on the sofa together. She was wearing a black sleeveless turtleneck which made her look incredibly intimidating, yet sexy. I tried to act like nothing had happened.
“Hey, bro!” Brad said confidently, winking.
“Hey, Brad, and mom. W-where have you been?” I shakily asked.
“Oh, your brother and I just popped out to do some shopping” mom said. “I thought you weren’t home until later?”
“Yeah, I… I decided to come home early,” I said.
There was an awkward pause between us. Mom patted the space between her and Brad.
“Come sit.” She said.
I walked over and sat in between the two of them.
“Now, about what you just watched,” mom said.
“Uh, what’s that?” I lied.
Mom placed her hand on my thigh. The wedding ring reminding me of everything.
“Now, Sam, sweetie. You know very well what,” she said.
I looked down in shame.
“Look, bro. It’s ok,” Brad said.
“Do you want to talk about it?” my mom asked
I looked at her, then nodded.
My mom and brother looked at each other, and then mom spoke.
“Well, long story short, I love your father, but a woman needs a MAN in her life. I felt neglected, unfulfilled. From the footage you probably know that your father isn’t very… large down there. Now your brother Brad. These past few years I’ve found him incredibly attractive, despite him being my son. I told him my problems with George, your father I mean, and it just… happened. We ended up having sex, and it was amazing. Do you understand, Sam? Amazing. We didn’t even think of it as… the “I” word.”
“Incest?” I interrupted.
Brad grabbed me by the shoulder and pointed his finger at me.
“DON’T say that word,” he yelled.
My mom continued.
“Yes, Sam, it is, but your brother and I hate that word. We’re just like any other couple. We’re boyfriend and girlfriend as far as it concerns us.”
“But why did you… choose to have sex in front of the camera?” I asked.
“Well, I found out about the hidden camera weeks ago. We were horny and wanted to teach you a lesson. We are sorry for that… But at least now you know.”
I didn’t accept their reason. It was unnecessarily cruel and traumatizing. But I just nodded.
“So… How long have you two been together?” I asked.
“Gotta be about five months now, right babe?” Brad said.
Mom held Brad’s hand in front of me.
“That’s right,” Mom said with a smile. “Sam. Please understand that Brad and I are in love, and if you love me, you won’t tell your father about us. It would destroy him.”
‘Like me now?’ I thought.
“Ok,” I finally said. “But what about you and dad?” I asked.
“What about him, sweetie?” mom said with genuine confusion.
“If you’re with Brad, what happens with dad?” I said.
“Well…” mom looked at Brad. “I plan on staying with your father for at least a little while longer, but eventually I’ll have to divorce him. It isn’t fair for him to be the third wheel in this relationship. Also, as this is my house, he’d have to leave.”
“What about me?” I asked, slightly more aggressive than I intended.
“Well…” mom paused again. “I would like you to live with your brother and me. At least until you get a job and find your own place. Brad is making arrangements to move back.”
I nodded and we sat in silence for a while. My brother broke the silence.
“So, we’re good yeah?” he said with confidence.
“You love mom? And you treat her right?” I asked.
“More than anyone mom’s ever been with!” he said with pride.
Mom and Brad leaned in in front of me, as though I wasn’t even there.
“I love you, Brad,” she whispered.
Brad chuckled.
“I love you, mom.” Brad said.
The loving couple made out while leaning on me. I could feel my erection growing again and silently begged it to go down.
Brad noticed.
“Hey, looks like someone’s excited!” he joked.
Mom looked down and laughed.
“Wow, I didn’t think he’d accept us that quickly!”
Before I could explain myself, mom pulled my pants down.
She giggled at the sight of it as she touched the tip of my penis.
“My, it’s not very big, is it…” she trailed off.
I pulled my pants back up, ashamed of my small penis.
Mom and Brad got off the sofa, and Brad whispered into her ear like earlier on. Mom giggled like a schoolgirl.
“Sam… Since you get, ah, ‘excited’ by the sight of your mother and brother in a relationship… What do you say to watching us have sex in person? No physical interacting, just watching.”
I was speechless. I felt humiliated, worthless. But still, I nodded.
Mom and Brad looked at each other and returned sly grins. Mom held out her hand.
“Come, Sam. We’re going to give you a little ‘sex education!'”
Mom held my hand while Brad’s strong hands were on my shoulders, and the two of them led me to the bedroom.
My heart was pounding through my chest. Did I want this? My head told me, no, but my raging erection told me otherwise.
We reached the door to the bedroom, and I panicked. I turned away to leave.
“Whoa, where you going, bro?” Brad said, grabbing me by the arms.
“Oh, no. You can’t back out now, young man!” my mom said in her usual stern voice.
She opened the door for Brad to lift me over his shoulder and carry me into the room. He lumped me onto the chair facing the bed (the same angle I placed the hidden camera). Brad quickly slipped out of his clothes and leaped onto the bed, while mom removed her pants and made a sultry walk to the bed.
Brad knelt behind her and helped peel off her sleeveless turtleneck. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so her D cups popped out from underneath. Brad then placed his hand inside her panties, and she gave out a little moan.
“Mmm, you’re so naughty, Brad!” Mom purred.
“Only naughty for you, mom,” Brad replied.
My mind was spinning. ‘This can’t be happening.’ I thought to myself. ‘It’s adultery. It’s incest!’
Even so, I remained still, erection pressing against my pants. Even the way they spoke to each other was hot.
Brad took off mom’s panties and gave her vagina bush a little tap. He then grabbed her arms the same way he carried me into the room and pushed her onto her back. He rubbed his enormous penis against her bush, mom licking her lips, then he penetrated mom’s vagina to the point his own pubes were in friction against hers.
“Ooooh!” mom moaned.
Brad’s rhythm sped up, placing his hands under her buttocks and lifting her off the bed, causing the bed to rock. Mom supported herself by clutching the headboard. I squirmed in my seat, pondering whether I should rush out the door in embarrassment.
They changed positions. This time in the reverse cowgirl position. Facing me. Brad’s balls slapped against my mom’s vagina. I looked at mom in the face. She was looking at me with a sly grin on her face. I turned away in shame.
“Sam! You’re supposed to be learning here!” she bellowed.
I turned my head back. Brad’s huge penis accidentally popped out and a speck of pre-cum landed on my arm. Both mom and Brad laughed.
Brad sat up on the edge of the bed and mom slid off his penis. They had a sudden make-out session making pleasurable moans. Mom gave Brad a hand-job, her marriage ring and gold wristwatch blurring from the motion. Brad was fingering mom and playing with her bush, causing her to shiver.
Brad stood up, his penis inches from my face. Mom looked up at him lovingly, a look she had never given me or dad. Her hand gently caressed his arm, then he pulled her up. The couple, pretty much standing over me were in a passionate embrace. Brad’s penis was pressed against mom’s bush. Then out of nowhere, Brad grabbed her buttocks and lifted her off the ground. Mom’s leg narrowly missed my face.
“Haha, sorry sweetie!” mom told me.
He carried her to the other side of the room, mom smiling the whole time, and fucked her standing up. Mom looked almost petite against Brad’s muscular frame.
“Oh, god, Brad! Yes! Yessssssss!” mom squealed in delight. Her boobs bounced and chain necklace swayed from side to side.
“You like it, mom?” Brad smirked.
“Oh, Braaaad! George could… NEVER do this!”
Mom saying “Brad” in such a sultry way made my penis ache. I needed to release it from my pants. I momentarily hesitated, then I pulled down my pants.
I quickly regretted it, as they saw me grabbing my penis. Mom’s smile faded. She hopped off Brad’s penis and stormed across the bedroom to me. Her hands on her hips.
“Disgusting young man. Who said you could masturbate?” mom sternly said.
“I… uh…” I stammered.
“Come on mom, let him this one time.” Brad intervened. “He’s a growing man after all!”
‘Growing man?’ I thought. ‘I’m twenty-eight. Older than you!’
Mom turned to look at Brad, who was climbing onto the bed, then back to me. Her stern face softened.
“Ok, fine. Just this once!” mom said while ruffling my hair.
Mom joined Brad on the bed and gave him a blowjob. Brad let out a moan and ran his hand through mom’s short, mousy blonde hair. His other hand rubbing mom’s bushy vagina.
After a short while, mom raised her head, leaving a loud ‘pop’.
“I want your cum inside my pussy!” mom purred to Brad, tapping his chest.
I had never heard mom sound so dirty! It was almost as dirty as her cheating on dad with her own son.
Mom propped herself up onto the headboard, her arms outstretched. Brad shoved his penis inside her and sawed in and out. The strict, frigid mother who had raised me, was enjoying her own son’s penis. Her eyes rolled up and her mouth widened. She was in ecstasy!
Brad was close to climaxing.
“Ready, mom?” Brad breathed.
“Yess! Do it, sweetheart!” she screamed!
Brad came inside mom, both making loud noises which echoed throughout the room.
I ejaculated as well, a few moments after Brad.
Brad’s penis slowly left mom’s vagina, leaving a trail of white semen. He used his still-hard penis to push the semen back inside.
“Brad… Wow!” mom exclaimed.
“Just giving my girlfriend what she’s been missing for twenty-nine years,” Brad said, in a snide remark about dad.
Mom gave a, “Whew!” while wiping the sweat off her forehead.
They got into a cuddling position, mom’s leg leaning over Brad and brushing against his penis, Brad stroking her backside.
“You know, I think we’d make some gorgeous kids!” mom said with a huge smile, stroking his chiselled hairy chest.
It only occurred to me just now: could mom still get pregnant at her age?
“Course they would be, mom. They’d have a stud for a father!” Brad said.
Mom let out another purr of delight, then kissed him again.
They eventually looked over at me.
“Sam! We’d almost forgotten you were here!” she said.
“How’s that for ‘sex education’ bro?” Brad asked.
I was speechless.
They laughed together at my response and kissed for a short time longer. They whispered something I couldn’t hear, and they got up.
“We’re going to take a shower now,” mom said. “Afterwards we’ll cook up a nice meal.”
They walked out of the room, mother and son, arms around each other as lovers.
My heart was beating rapidly. I had literally just witnessed my mom and brother have incest sex in the flesh. Incest sex in mom and dad’s marital bed.
‘Dad,’ I thought. He was none the wiser.
I felt dizzy. I mean, how many guys get to experience something like this? I shakily got up and walked to my bedroom. I heard the sound of laughter from the bathroom.
It was late evening, and I heard my mom call me down for dinner. It only just occurred to me that I had been sitting upright on my bed in the dark, for over an hour. My mind was still swimming. I pulled myself together and joined my mom and brother at the dinner table.
Mom was wearing a revealing camisole, my brother wearing a vest which highlighted his muscles, as well as dad’s Rolex watch. That was dad’s anniversary gift from mom!
‘How dare he?’ I thought.
I almost called him out for it, but for whatever the reason I didn’t speak up.
We ate in silence, mom and Brad holding hands and exchanging loving glances at each other.
“I’m finished,” I said, wanting to leave and never come out of my room again.
“Sweetie, Brad and I brought a movie for us to watch tonight. Sit with us!”
“Nah, I ought to- ”
Mom gave me the stern look she always gives, so I stayed with them.
We sat on the living room sofa watching a rom-com. Mom and Brad cuddled up on the sofa, occasionally kissing and lifting Brad’s vest to caress his abs. I tried my hardest to focus on the movie, yet I felt my erection grow several times. In my peripheral vision, I saw the usual golden glow of mom’s watch vanish into Brad’s pants. Maybe absent-mindedly or not, she was playing with his penis.
Brad placed his own hand down mom’s pants. They were no longer being discreet. Ignoring the movie completely to focus on each other. Their tongues wrestled in the glow of the television.
I got up and left to go to my room.
A short time later I heard them come upstairs. I peeked outside my door one last time. Both were fully naked, with their clothes in a trail across the floor. Mom was clutching Brad’s penis towards the bedroom, and they left the door slightly open. I heard them having sex again, but this time they sounded softer, much more sensual than what I witnessed. I lay in silence, heart pounding.
I briefly fell asleep and woke up from a wet dream involving mom and Brad, and tiptoed my way to the bathroom to clean up. I stopped to look in my parent’s room. Mom was propped up, naked and with her eyes closed, wrapped in my brother’s strong arms. Her usual stern expression looked content. Brad was looking down at her, caressing her breasts as her necklace shined in the moonlight. Mom lifted her hand to bring Brad’s head closer and gave him a tender kiss.
She whispered, “I love you,” to Brad. It made me reconsider my feelings. Yes, they were mother and son having an affair, but they were also a man and woman who were clearly in love. Brad looked up and saw me. He put his finger to his lips, implying that they didn’t want to be disturbed. I weakly nodded and carried on to the bathroom.
The next day had almost returned to normal, at least when the two of them were at work. During my alone time, I could barely concentrate. I kept repeating the same events over and over. In a short amount of time, I had witnessed the ultimate sin, and it all began just because I wanted to see mom masturbate on webcam. ‘What an utter fool,’ I thought.
Brad stayed over again that night. I kept my distance from both of them, leaving my room only to sit with them at the dinner table.
Dad unexpectedly returned the next day to surprise us, much to my mom’s dismay. It was lucky Brad was working, so mom was able to tell him not to return that evening. Mom quickly popped out to return Brad’s belongings when she “forgot” something at work. Other than that, it truly was as though nothing had happened.
Mom was back to her stern old self. Dad asked mom what happened to his Rolex, and mom gave me a “Don’t you dare say anything” look. I wanted to tell him; I really did. But, like what mom said, it would destroy him.
Mom and Brad still sent naughty texts to each other, mom telling dad it was her friend Julie from work if he ever asked.
Out of the blue one evening, mom told me she had something important to tell Brad, and to keep my dad company while she phoned him. Dad sat there blissfully unaware, watching the television.
The next morning after dad had left for work, mom opened my bedroom door.
“Sam? Are you awake?” she asked.
“What is it, mom?” I asked, sitting up, trying to act casual.
“Brad has booked us a hotel room in a few days.
My heart sunk. They want me to watch them again, using me for their sex kinks.
“Us?” I asked.
Mom sat next to me on the bed.
“No, sweetie, just me and him,” she said calmly. “You see, you watching us together like that was a one-off, and it shouldn’t happen again.”
She placed her hand on my thigh again, feeling her watch and wedding ring on my skin.
“Your brother and I are in love. And people in love often create miracles. Sam, last night, I found out that I’m going to have another baby.”
I looked at her, in shock.
“I called Brad to tell him the news, and as a celebration, we booked a fancy hotel for the night… Remember when I went out for that meal with Julie? Well, the ‘meal’ part was true, but it was with Brad. It was such a magical evening. I looked into Brad’s eyes and I couldn’t see myself with anyone else. By now, it was more than just sex. We mutually agreed there and then that we would start a family together. I drove us back to Brad’s place and we had sex with the intention of conceiving. We’ve been trying for a baby for about a month since then.”
Mom continued.
“Before you set up the camera, Brad and I had already had sex in my bed. In fact, we spent more time in my bed than I did Brad’s. It was only when I saw the hidden cam did we decide not to do it there for a while, until I had the silly idea of having sex in front of the camera. Once again, I’m sorry you had to see us like that, but you would’ve found out about Brad and me eventually.”
‘Yet you had sex right in front of me the next day,’ I thought.
“Anyway,” she continued, “Brad’s my boyfriend, and I will be going to the hotel to celebrate our new beginning. I love you, but I love your brother so much more. Please don’t be angry with me, Sam. You can’t help who you fall in love with. When I return, I will divorce your father.”
Hearing mom say she loved my brother more probably hurt more than the incest.
“Is… Is that why you gave away dad’s watch? Because Brad is your boyfriend?” I asked.
“Yes, Sam. Please don’t think I just gave it to him for no reason. It is a sign of love on my part,” she said.
Still feeling numb, I just nodded. There was a moment’s silence between us until mom spoke up.
“As… the baby may have “genetic” problems due to myself and Brad being blood-related, I’d appreciate it if you help us raise your new sibling.”
Again, I nodded. I was in shock, but I nodded.
Mom hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.
“Thank you, sweetie. Everything’s going to work out fine.”
The fateful evening where mom and Brad went to “celebrate” couldn’t have come any quicker. Dad was told she was going to the hotel with her friends Julie and Trish. They know about mom and Brad. Apparently, they’re very supportive of the whole scenario, because in truth they’ve always thought my dad was a loser, and Brad was the “stud” she deserved. Makes me wonder what they think of me, considering I’m a carbon copy of my dad. I sat through the night, nervously wondering what they were getting up to.
Mom returned the next day, acting like a giddy teenager. She told us she had a lot of fun with “Julie and Trish”. Ordering room service and staying up all night, followed by a relaxing jacuzzi bath. Poor dad seemed genuinely happy for her.
As mom promised, she divorced dad after a few weeks. He was traumatized, wondering what he had done wrong. Twenty-nine years of marriage and all of a sudden, bam, divorce. Mom gave him a half-truth, that she just didn’t love him as much anymore. He now lives on his own in a smaller apartment than Brad’s old place, while mom has the house.
Brad moved back in and settled in quickly as “man of the house”, even claiming mom’s marital bed as his own. Mom is no longer the “matriarch” now that Brad has taken over, although she still maintains her strict persona.
Nine months later, mom gave birth to a healthy baby boy, a relief to all of us. She named him Mark after Brad’s middle name. As I promised mom, I help with my new brother-nephew. I now have a part-time job working for Brad at his gym. It’s no fun being the oldest employee there, but it helps towards supporting my little brother.
I wonder if he’ll grow up knowing that his parents are mother and son…
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