A mom, son, grandpa tale – Family taboo, Joey was 19 years of age. He did not look his age, appearing more like a 14 or 15-year-old with his youthful face. His skinny, 5′ 6″ frame, lacking muscular tone, gave him a frail demeanor.
But Joey was ambitious! In high school he had gained an apprentice electrician position at a local electrical company. He was 3 years in of a 4 year course. He was energetic and competitive… and he liked girls. He liked girls ALOT!
His good qualities did not help him very much gaining credibility with the mothers and fathers of the neighborhood. They berated him to their daughters when Joey asked them to step out on a date with him.
Few of the girls his age or older in the 1950s neighborhood had little ambition to attend college and were more interested in finding a husband with a good job and settling down, raising a family, following in their parents footsteps.
Joey fit that bill to a T! Still, many of the girls avoided Joey, heeding their parent’s warning that Joey would never amount to much.
There was a bit more to the rhetoric! Joey’s stepfather was a merchant seaman and was gone many months at a time on sea duty. He was considerably older than his wife, Jane, and she was, by the consensus of all of the adults in the neighborhood, the neighborhood whore, though the men of the neighborhood had no chance with her, should they had so desired. Many did but were refused. Maybe that was their reason to degrade. Unfortunately, parents reflect on their sons and daughters.
Unaware of the other parent’s opinion of him or his mother, he was very much aware of his mother’s propensity to frequent the downtown bars that catered to the area’s naval population of sailors. Many a late evening, or, wee hours of morning, his mother would bring home a fellow in sailor attire. From his bedroom, he was very much aware that his mother was giving up her feminine attributes to a stranger. He could only speculate, and often did, if his mother was receiving payment for her lack in judgment and morality.
Now, Joey received poor ratings from the parents, but a few girls, though still leery of his qualities as a husband and father, could give Joey raving reviews due to what hung between his legs. The half-dozen or so girls who had scoffed at their parents warning had had their hands on Joey’s one physical gift, his 7-1/2 inch, thick cock. Of course, it had not been their original intent to seek it out, but Joey had learned early that not to ask was a definite no. Sort of like winning the lottery; if you don’t buy a ticket you’re guaranteed not to win.
Always finding a way to get his date, the girl, in question to a secluded parking spot, alley or even his apartment, he would offer his services first, finger or tongue, to alleviate pent up female hormones. Favors given… favors returned. Nothing ventured… nothing gained. Joey had 100% success rate of participation but we have to admit that many of these gals were “good girls” at heart and were saving themselves for marriage. Having their vagina massaged, feeling the jolt of orgasm, while tugging or stroking a firm ample cock, awed by the eruption, were all they were willing, in good conscience, to commit to.
There were home runs; return of oral favor from two and that one, of the two, rare bird who could not say no to full penetration and intercourse. Joey always carried protection and made sure the lass was well satisfied, with at a minimum of two orgasms.
Needless to say, Joey did not want for female companionship. Many of these girls had steady boyfriends and Joey was getting more from them sexually than their boyfriends were. Word-of-mouth is a wonder advertisement! Still, Joey had desires that were not being fulfilled. There was one female, a full-grown woman, who perplexed him and filled him, of late, with a lustful desire. He’d spent many a night listening to her sexual moans and groans as he stroked his cock and lusted after her.
Jane, Joey’s mother, was 38 years old, 18 years younger than her husband. Blonde, her hair worn in a short, pig-tail much of the time, she was 5′ 10″ tall, approximately 185lbs, robust in every area. People called her a whore. She was not. She had a good job at a local retail outlet in the lady’s department, providing her a good living. She just liked to fuck and preferred her partners, sailors always, to be considerably older than she. She liked to rationalize that fact to her husband to make it easier for him to accept the fact, he knowing, that she fucked around on him when he was out to sea. That she was the prefect wife when he was home, never saying no, being an exceptional piece of ass, kept him pacified. Had he not had his own strange ass in world wide ports?
Jane did not hide her tendency to frequent the local bars, drink conservatively, and bring home a strange sailor 4 or more nights a week. Her excuse to Joey; she didn’t like being by herself at night. The sailors were always introduced to Joey as being an uncle or friend of his stepfather. There were no other excuses offered should Joey see the fellows in less than full attire or naked, though Joey, up until recently, had never saw his mother in anything less than a housecoat.
Four months ago was the beginning of his lust, his incestuous lust, for his mother.
She had brought home a large, unattractive sailor of perhaps 50 years. Most unexpectedly and bizarre, he had spied the man atop his mother on the large sofa at the front of the house as he went to take a leak. Only his mother’s head, partial thighs and knees were visible as they were mostly dressed, but their body motion clearly transmitted that when they were engaged in sexual intercourse. That, and her moans and groans. The sailor mostly grunted.
He was instantly mesmerized by his mother’s aggressive movements. He had watched for only brief minutes before the older guy groaned and came. Still beneath him, his mother was furious and berated the man for not waiting, or caring, for her own orgasm. She ordered him off her and out of the house. As he struggled up, it was clear that he was intoxicated. He had refused to leave without a good-bye kiss, pawing her as she slapped at him.
Joey hurried to his bedroom and returned with his BB gun and started pelting the man with BBs. Angry, threatening bodily harm, the man was no match for the pounding Jane was giving him and the sting of the closely fired BBs. Fumbling with his pants to fasten them, the swabby finally made it out the front door, down the steps and across the narrow street, Joey following him, continuing to shoot him from the front porch, all the way to and around the corner.
Feeling triumphant, saving his mother, Joey returned to the living room, closing the door, receiving a warm hug and kiss on the cheek from his mother with thanks. She requested that he return to bed.
Joey laid in his bed with the adrenaline coursing through him from the shooting… but quickly shunted from the forefront by the memory of his mother having sexual intercourse. His hand slipped under his briefs. Pulled from his briefs, he stroked his cock. He had not peed yet. He shoved his cock back in his briefs and rolled out of bed, opened his door, walked the short distance to the bathroom door, finding the door open, the light on, his mother standing at the sink in front of the medicine cabinet mirror.
He was instantly aware of his mother rubbing her breast, her housecoat partially open. He noted the bottle of moistening cream. He was instantly noticed but casually, acting adult like, leaned against the door jam for long moments until his mother lifted her eyebrows in question. “I have to pee, mom.” He said.
“Go ahead, honey.” She replied, returning her attention to the job at hand.
As Joey eased past his mother, he glanced in the mirror and saw his mother’s left breast, more so than the right, as she rubbed cream onto her left breast, massaging it in with her right hand. Joey tugged at the right side of his briefs with his left hand and brought forth a less than limp cock. He almost forgot to lift the seat! His eyes alternated between the water hitting the toilet and the mirror showing less than he wished of the action there.
“Keep your eye on what you’re doing there, boy!” She said sarcastically. “You’re pissing all over the rim!”
After the reprimand, Joey kept his eye on the operation at hand. Afterward, he tucked his cock back it his briefs and turned to slip past his mother.
“I need to put some of this cream on my back. Would you mind?”
“Sure.” Joey readily agreed.
Jane stopped massaging her right breast. She had swapped breast as Joey peed. She eased her housecoat off her shoulders, lost her hold, and let it drop to the floor. She stood there with dark red bloomer style panties on. Joey’s heart quickened.
“Here, put some of this cream on your hands and do my whole back and shoulders.” She directed, turning to hand him the tube of cream and giving him a glance at her ample, slightly sagging, left breast. He stared at the nipple which seemed huge to him compared to the ones he had seen, touched and suckled.
With a good amount of cream on his right hand, he began to rub it all over her back, massaging it in. He rested his left hand on her hip, causing her to glance down, noting it.
“I should apologize for dropping my housecoat.” Jane commented. “You have never seen me in just my underwear and certainly not me bearing my breast.”
“I can’t really see anything from back here. You are taller than I am and your body is broader. All I can see is your back.”
“You saw!” She challenged and mocked. “I saw you looking. You got your eyes full. You’re not fooling anybody. And are you calling me fat?”
“No! Of course not!” Joey exclaimed.
“And don’t be looking at your my ass!” She asserted. “I’m your damn mother!You get those incestuous thoughts out of your head! What! You don’t think I know you’ve got a hard-on! You”re a man, aren’t you? You saw more tonight than you should have seen. I should never have let him screw me on the sofa like that. I had my hands on his stiff cock and couldn’t help myself. He was just so insistent. You just forget what you saw, you hear me?”
“Of course!” Joey was quick to reply, getting his hand in motion again. “You complained about him not waiting for you to orgasm? I was thinkinnn…
“You just never no mind what you were thinking or what you heard… or think you heard! Now get your ass back to bed! You take care of you… which I’m sure you will do… and I’ll take care of me. And keep any incestuous thoughts out of your head. I’m your mother! What would you think of me if I laid with you? It’s not going to happen no matter what! Not happening! Forget it, you hear me!”
So Joey, leaving wet cream on his mother’s back, hustled off to bed, listening to her continuing rant. “You should be ashamed… even considering me… us… like that! Should never have let you see my breast… my panties… my ass. It’s my fault! Just forget such craziness.
But he could not forget what he had seen or what he had heard. He had even more to think about now. He released his cock once more and thought about his mother’s breast and her large bubbled ass, his hand on her hip, as he stroked his cock. Was she in there taking care of her own orgasm… fingering her pussy? Her extended talk about incest seemed… confused… uncertain! Never, would the frail girls he mingled with hold a candle to his mother. He wondered how he was ever going to realize his fantasy… his desire… but he must.
Jane had reason for her lengthy diatribe on incest. She did not view incest as taboo but did not trust that a second trip down that road would turn out well. She knew her son’s nature and such an intimate relationship took love and understanding, not a one track mind centered on sexual conquest and control.
She had been an innocent 18 years old. Her mother had been bedridden for years, when her father had come to her bedroom. He had sat on the edge of her bed in the darkened bedroom and talked about her mother and how much he missed the vibrant, sensuous woman she had been. He had confessed he was not interested in intercourse but just desired the touch of a woman… which he told her, she was now. He begged her to understand, that he would be gentle, making her feel loved… and good.
He had placed his hand on her left cheek and kissed her forehead. She had not been frightened when her father’s hand had slipped to her neck and began to explore her body. She moved her body however necessary allowing him access, letting him set the course of his exploration. It had been a lengthy exploration, more of an erotic body massage, lasting 20 or so minutes. During which, she assisted in removing her nightie. He had not tried to remove her panties, though she would have allowed it… even assisted too. Her breast and nipple proved sensitive… her buttocks and crack of her ass more so, flexing and tightening with his touch. She moaned involuntary with his affectionate touches. Then, he tenderly and slowly reached to remove her panties, she lifting, bending her knees back to assist, her left hand restiing on his right forearm. As the panties dropped off her toes, she retained her knees back, ready and willing to spread for him. Instead, his left hand stroked down the back of her left thigh, his right levering her knees down. His left fingers brushed through her furred, virgin treasure and gilded over her youthful ass. She wiggled her ass and giggled with the tickling sensation. When he had finally slipped his hand between and up the inside of her thigh, she had spread her legs for him… to allow him access… seriousness wiping the smile off her face.
Jane had a serious steady, but they had only kissed, and certainly not where her father was kissing her. Such intimate, sensuous, intense affection sealed their bond and secrecy.
He had been true to his word only giving her sexual satisfaction by touch of finger and tongue before leaving her room. That night, she had had her first orgasm.
To her dismay, he came to her room only two or three times a month. She found that she needed more and had learned to please herself. Then, one night when he came to her, craving to touch a female, to give her pleasure she gathered up her bravery and had asked to see his manhood. To his credit, he had been reluctant but soon he released it and she did some exploration of her own, quizzing him on what felt good. His visits became more frequent, she offered more and soon they could be found in a 69 position on the floor, as her bed was not large enough to accommodate their wanderings.
Late in her 19th year she would marry and leave home. Her husband got her Cherry but not her innocence. Only seven hours from home she often visited parents, providing her father with needed and appreciated TLC.
Joey spent the next few months dating a few of his regulars, listening to his mother have sex with a countless number of sailors behind the closed doors of her bedroom as he jerked off in the hall, but mostly, he just jerked off, alone in his bedroom with his fantasies about her.
Then, one night, coming in the back door late, he was instantly aware of his mother’s bedroom door ajar and the light on. He also heard a hint of voices and knew she was not alone. He eased down the hall, the carpeting muffling his steps, until he stopped, his head near the crack in the door.
The sounds within told him that his mother was fucking. He could not see the bed directly but the dresser’s large wide mirror instantly caught his attention. His mother was butt hole naked on her knees with a man, just as naked, hunched over her backside, standing on the balls of his feet, fucking her doggy style. Joey could clearly see the fellow’s raincoated cock stroking in and out of his mother’s pussy, which he had never seen until now.
Joey groped frantically unzipping his fly and bringing forth his stiff cock. He began stroking it firmly, staring into the mirror, listening to his mother’s moans and groans.
The sailor swiveled his head enough for Joey to note that he was much younger than the fellas his mother usually brought home. Joey smiled, knowing his mother was reaping the rewards of the younger suitor with, no doubt, a stiffer cock that could last much longer. Joey wondered how long they had been at it.
“Is he good, baby?” He heard the man query.
“Yes! Lord, don’t stop! I’ve never been fucked so good!
“You’re one hell of a woman, Jane. I’m glad you picked me instead of that old Chief trying to put the make on you.”
“He had a chance at this pussy once before and couldn’t keep it up. You have made me come twice already. You deserve something a little special. Just make sure you don’t break that rubber you have on. Deep! Damn you! Stick it deeper!”
With her exclamation, Joey placed his left hand over the head of his cock to catch the cum as it shot forth in three strong spurts. He was perturbed with himself for shooting off so quickly but her plea to be stuck deeper was more than he could bare.
His left hand closed on the sticky semen but he continued to watch, concentrating on the coupling reflected in the mirror. Occasionally, his attention would be caught by his mother’s dangling, heavy tits, the nipple he could see standing firm. He wanted desperately to be sucking on it!
“You going to come for me, sugar?” Joey heard his mother request more than ask.
“You ready for it? I can give it to you anytime. Or, I can fuck you all night long. You ready for it? You ready, baby? YOU READY… OOuuuuuuuuuuu! Good pussy! Fuck! You’ve got good pussy!”
Joey watched the reflections in the mirror as the sailor withdrew, pulling his cock out, giving Joey a brief glimpse of the tip of the rubber sagging with cum. The fellow dropped down behind his mother and lavished kisses on her ass. She let her ass be kissed for long moments before flopping over to her back, spreading and lifting her legs.
“Eat it! Show me how much you truly love my pussy! You promised, damn you! Eat my pussy!”
He watched the fellow dive in, his mother lifting her ass so the guy could palm her buttocks. Her moans were instant and constant as the younger sailor ravished her pussy with his tongue. Joey could see both of her breast clearly now, bobbing, as her ass humped his face. His mother squeezed and massaged her own ample breast, pulling at each nipple. She did not last long and groaned loudly as the orgasm swept over her.
“Don’t stop! That was too quick! I gave you some good doggy bitch pussy. Nobody fucks me like that! Give me one more. I deserve it!”
“Yes you do, sweet-cheeks.”
The fellow complied and Joey watched and listened to his mother closely. After long minutes, another orgasm gripped her and Joey was able to ejaculate with her orgasm, adding additional semen to his left hand. He slowly slipped away to his room.
It was more than an hour before he heard their goodbyes and the front door close. He waited another 15 minutes before slipping from his bedroom, walking to the back door, and shouting, “mom, I’m home!” He made his way to the bathroom and cleaned up. The house dark, his mother’s bedroom door close, showing no light, he returned to his bed.
Joey now had additional visions to add to his fantasies as he jerked off at every opportunity during the following weeks. Knowing she was barhopping on any given night, he would tell her he would be staying with a friend. Then, he would make sure he arrived home first to linger in his bedroom until he heard the familiar noises of lovemaking coming from her room. He soon positioned the blinds on one of the two windows to allow him to stand outside and watch her fuck. He became well acquainted with his mother’s feminine attributes, her likes and dislikes. She hated not coming first.
Now, whenever he saw his mother he would undress her with his eyes, knowing what lay beneath her clothes. She became an obsession! Something he had to own! But how!
As it has a way of doing, opportunity knocked. Jane had gone barhopping but unfortunately many of the ships were deployed for exercises. The bars were nearly deserted and the sailors that were there appeared much too young for her liking. She spent much of the evening talking and exchanging war stories with the other barflies and whores.
Arriving home, she staggered into the house, pissing her pants as she made her way to her bedroom. She managed to flop most of her torso onto the bed, chest down, her ass close to the edge, legs dangling, feet dragging on the floor, and quickly lost consciousness in an alcoholic stupor.
Joey had dozed off himself and awoke near 2 AM, feeling the need to pee. The house was quiet as he stood in the darkness relieving himself and wondering where his mother might be. He turned towards her room, walked the 10 or 12 steps, and found the door open. He could barely discern her body lying haphazardly across the bed. He switched on the glaring ceiling light.
He stood at the door staring long moments pondering what to do. He was concerned with her bizarre position and did not feel comfortable leaving her in such a state as she might tumble off the bed. He approached slowly. As usual, her attire, a tight sitting leather skirt with black stockings, a black sweater that accented her ample breasts and heavy makeup advertised her wares and availability. As Joey had at one time or the other seen the other barflies and whores, he knew his mother would be a prize to the winning suitor. But tonight she had not brought a lucky fellow home.
He approached slowly and could not help but be aware of his throbbing crotch. He put his hand on her bottom and shook her lightly to bring her to consciousness. He shook harder, then harder, then roughly. She was out cold. Instantly, he pondered the possibilities!
He squatted and removed her shoes. He gripped both ankles and pulled her legs apart, fully expecting her to wake up or make some sort of noise. Receiving no response, began stroking her calves, slowly moving up her legs and thighs, staring between her legs. The darkness up the skirt left him only with his imagination and the strong desire to reveal more. But how!
He stood and gazed down at her form for long moments. He saw the gold colored zipper on the back of the leather skirt. He tugged it. It unzipped easily. Gently, he tugged at the top of the skirt. Not receiving or hearing a response, he tugged harder. Alternately, tugging at the top and pulling at the bottom, he removed it from her. Instantly, he was gripped with fear! Would she know that he had undressed her! Her bulky dead weight would not allow re-dressing.
Pondering the dilemma, he removed his briefs, determining he would not stop his brazen exploration unless she woke up and discovered him, stopping his incestuous indiscretion.
Controlling his pounding heart, he reached to remove her hose and panties, but not before touching it, her crotch, finding it soaking wet. He understood that she had peed herself, exciting him that much more. It was only slightlyeasier to strip her of her last vestige of decency. Her pussy was now exposed for the viewing. He backed away for that distant vantage point, then, moved closer inch by inch. He stooped to lift her feet, pushing them slowly forward. He saw her buttocks widen, exposing her pussy even more. But he needed distance. With a little effort, he was able to keep her feet balanced forward.
Again, backing away a bit and squatting, he had a magnificent view of his mother’s pussy… to him… her treasure.
The beefy labia was nearly hidden from view, trimmed with a thick forest of pubic hair, her hole shut tight. His right hand was massaging his rockhard cock. Did he dare?
“Mom! Are you a wake?” He quizzed with considerable volume. “Mom! Wake up!” He voiced a bit louder, shaking her thigh.
With no response, he made his decision. He would touch her pussy… thumb it. With 4 fingers, spread wide, on her right buttock, his thumb stroked the length of her labia crack, then, pushed between the thick lips, then, probed her hole up to the joint, then, gently thumb fucked her. Finally declaring mentality, he would have her pussy.
Jane’s bed was rather high and positioned her backside so Joey could step in between her bent and balanced legs and place the tip of his cock to the entrance to her treasure. He poked, finding her fuck hole, pushing the domed head in her.
Joey caught her feet as they teetered and dropped. He pushed them forward without regard to waking his mother. He pushed! He pushed and watched his cock disappear into her most forbidden depths. He mashed against her buttocks, his entire length embedded deep into her.
He remained still a full minute, feeling her warm pussy grip his cock.
Joey began to stroke into her slowly, intoxicated by the fact, ignoring her drunken unconsciousness, he fucked his mother. His lust was all-consuming and he didn’t care if she found out later.
Poor Joey! He was so enthralled and overcome by the incestuous coupling with his mother that he did not last long. He never increased his rhythm, pounding her ass lustfully as he had intended. However, and for whatever reason, he yanked his cock clear as it erupted, sending a large amount of white semen onto her buttocks and into the crack of her ass. Joey gripped his cock, jerking at it firmly to drain it completely. He was breathing heavily.
Joey began to pace back and forth behind his mother the length of the bed. He felt perversion and disorientation overwhelm him. After a few long minutes of pacing, he stopped behind his mother, her legs had dropped down as he had found him earlier. He stared at her bubbled ass and the cum that puddled on her butt cheeks and seeped down the crack of her ass. His cock was at full erection and he once more felt overwhelmed by desire. He lifted and put her legs up once more, placing his cock once more, and with little concern or ado, shoved home.
Joey would finish his fantasy. With arms wrapped around his mother’s legs to keep them aloft, he began to stroke into her moderately, then, aggressively, pounding against her buttocks, sending his cock deep. He deemed her pussy loose, in comparison to his only other conquest, not considering the youthfulness of the neighborhood girl. It mattered but briefly. Incestuous lust over rode all else. He grunted repeatedly as she slammed into his mother’s pussy with no concern for her well-being. After long minutes, of stabbing and pounding her, he groaned like a stricken animal, remaining in and shoving deep into her as his cock erupted.
Feeling totally depleted and worn out, Joey slowly pulled out of his mother and stood for a few long moments between her legs, hold them suspended, feeling dizzy. He finally tussled with her body to get her completely on the bed. Picking up her clothing he tossed the items to a chair, retrieved a blanket out of the closet and covered her up. He picked up his briefs and switched the light off, closing the door as he left.
Jane finally came to semi-consciousness lying on her left side and feeling groggy. It took her long minutes to come to full consciousness and toss the cover off her to the right. She became aware of her nudity from the waist down. Her ass felt clammy first, then, between her legs felt familiarly tainted. Sitting on the side of the bed before standing up her left hand rubbed her forehead as she pondered and tried to remember earlier events. Standing to head to the bathroom, she was halfway across the bedroom when she felt the wetness on her left thigh, causing immediate alarm. Switching on the light, she saw what she suspected. She immediately set down on the toilet to purge from her the rest of the semen that was seeping from her. With a great sigh, she pondered who had partially undressed, fucked her, and how she had allowed anyone to fuck her without a condom. Although alarmed, she assured herself that the pill would control the situation.
Jane questioned Joey but the Q&A shed little light on the events that had her so perplexed. He claimed to have spent the night with a friend. She determined to be more careful with how much she drank. It took weeks before the incident faded, ceasing concern or further thought.
Joey was like a person on crack; high, fidgety, down, depressed, lacking appetite, eating everything in sight, and wanting more of his mother’s pussy. Life continued, with him continuing to spy on her, openly and brazenly brushing against or touching her, often inappropriately, then apologizing. He began voicing concern about her barhopping and bringing home “uncles”, once telling her she didn’t need them anymore. He often asked if she wanted a back massage and one time, through a closed door, even offered to scrub her back as she bathed. He continued in his forwardness because he received little if no rebuke from her. Even so, she found his actions odd and suspect.
Jane, suspected… felt… something was going on with her son. She could not put her finger on it or connect him to the earlier events. She only occasionally rebuked him for his forwardness because she did not want to hurt his feelings.
Joey bide his time and masturbated incessantly. He would spy outside the window on his mother fucking a sailor, weather permitting, or listen at her door. He would then returned to his room to masturbate, sleep a few hours, wake up and remember and masturbate once more, only to repeat the process a third or fourth time. He was nearly insane with lust for his mother, his masturbating keeping the longing simmering just under the surface, keeping him from doing anything that he might regret or get him thrown out.
Jane did not connect every time she went barhopping. It caused her to drink more and barely make it home and into her bed.
These were hazardous time for Joey. He would push the envelope, entering her room to see how drunk she really was, hoping to find her unconscious enough to fondle her if not more. He never found her as before but a soft, quick touch to forbidden areas, little successes, would intoxicate him.
One evening, Jane, after drinking heavily returned home to an empty house. She showered, spent lingering minutes massaging cream into her breast and returned to bed nude, something she rarely did knowing her son resided with her.
Early that morning, she woke up feeling sick to her stomach and barely made it to the toilet, vomiting violently into the toilet, soon sending her to her knees.
Joey had not been in bed long and heard his mother throwing up. It had happened before and he had comforted her by holding her shoulders, handing her a drink of water or keeping her hair care of her face. He rolled from bed expecting to do the same this night.
He was instantly startled and stopped in his tracks finding her on her knees and bare ass. He gave second thoughts to comforting her but her could not pull himself away. Finally, He tried to ignore her nakedness and comfort her.
She accepted his help as she had done previously, thanking him and clinging to his arm with her right hand. She continued throwing up and gagging.
Joey tried! He tried hard! He had lived with his pent-up lust far too long. In between her convulsions, he studied her body, specifically her ass. With brazen audacity, he reached to draw his hand over her left breast, noting her acceptance. Disregarding the fact that his mother was sick as hell, he returned his hand to cup and squeeze her breast.
Jane, shifted her weight on her knees, spreading her stance, to relieve a bit of knee pain, a large thick rug giving aid. With her face halfway into the toilet, her son having flushed the toilet. She felt spent and content not to move. She remembered her nakedness. His squeezing of her breast felt unnaturally good. For brief moments, she allowed the intimate touch from her son, intending to scold him when she caught her breath. Then, she was aware of him kneeling down behind her… extremely… close behind her… raking her pussy with a hand. With her immediate alarm came an intake of breath and wide eyes as she was sexually taken from behind.
“Joey! For god’s sake, have you lost your fucking mine!” She challenged with a disbelieving tone, trying to disengage. “You can’t do this! I’m your mother! Pull it out!”
But contrary to her concern, he was doing it… fucking her. He was fucking her with a most determined , moderate rhythm, sticking her deep with each thrust. So determined, that she placed her arms around the bowled rim of the toilet, grunting, and much to her self-condemnation, moaning. It felt good. Having released the contents of her belly she would have admitted that she felt better and being fucked, except for the fact of the incestuous cock inside of her, it felt disturbingly good. After all, she loved to fuck and being so damnably taken had its fascination!
“Damn you boy! If you’re determined to do this at least get a rubber out of the cabinet!” Jane demanded. “Go, damn you! You can’t have every single thing your way. I won’t move.”
Joey reluctantly pulled his cock out of her. Quickly standing, he moved to the medicine cabinet, found a rubber packet, ripped it open and rolled it onto his cock. He returned and dropped his knees, taking his cock in hand and placed it to his mother’s pussy.
“Go easy, Joey. You’re big. Just take it easy until you are in.”
Joey did as he was asked. Slowly, he pushed deep into his mother’s pussy causing her to moan a pleasurable moan. He began to fuck her slowly.
“It was you, wasn’t it?” She stated more than asked. “You found me passed out and took advantage of me. You enjoyed that forbidden pussy, didn’t you? You came on my ass first and then you just couldn’t help himself. He had to have my pussy… to own it. He had to come in me.”
Jane stopped talking breathing heavy to catch her breath, and yes, to concentrate and enjoy the large cock in her pussy… fucking her.
“Say something, you pervert!”
“Yes! Yes, it was me.” Joey admitted, feeling little guilt. “I have heard you screw all those older guys. I saw you screwing the younger guy at the door and then others through the window. You like to fuck, mom! You don’t care who you give your pussy to, so why shouldn’t I have it?”
“Didn’t you given any thought that I might become pregnant? Surely, you know that I make all them guys wear a rubber. Damn you boy! Why does your cock have to be so good!”
“I am sorry for that.” Joey lied. “I was out of my head having you bare.”
“Well, you can’t have it bare… ever!” Jane retorted. “I feel like I’m going to die. I need to go back to my beds and lay down and stretch out, so if you’re going to get it done, get to it.”
Joey began to stroke into his mother with determination. It only took less than two minutes for him to groan his completion. His cock remained firm and he continued to stroke for a few moments before pulling from her slowly.
“I can’t say a lot for your timing.” Jane chuckled, as she was assisted in standing. “Help me get back to bed.”
Joey unrolled the rubber off his cock and tossed it in the sink. He helped his mother back to her bedroom and into bed, covering up her naked body.
“Why don’t you share my bed tonight.” She offered. “When we wake up in the morning we can fuck some more. You’ll enjoy the ride better when I feel like participating, which I’m sure I will.”
“Okay. You go ahead to sleep. I’ll clean the bathroom a bit. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Joey returned to the bathroom gathering up his rubber, taking it to the kitchen and trashing it. He returned to the bathroom and stared into the mirror directly above the sink. He pondered what had just transpired. He had boldly stuck his cock into her… his mother… and she had accepted their coupling and wanted it to continue. He began to stroke his firming erection. He looked into his own eyes as he shoved his abdomen against the rim of the sink, occasionally looking down as the skin pulled taunt over the domed head of his cock. He looked down one last time, watching the milky white semen spurt from the head of his dick. He studied the cum as he washed it down, then, washed his cock.
Joey slowly came to consciousness feeling suction being applied to his cock. He looked down to see his mother’s head bobbing as her hands stroked his shaft.
“I thought you might come before you woke up.” She said releasing him and maneuvering to straddled him.
Jane guided his cock, placing it to her and lowering herself onto it. Her moan was quite pleasing to his ear. She began to reciprocate her ass with a slow rhythm.
“It’s only 6 o’clock. I took a quick shower. Do you like to eat pussy?”
“I love to eat pussy! Are you in a hurry?”
“Not at all.”
Mother, atop son, continued to suck for long minutes. Jane would occasionally lower herself forward, pressing her ample breasts onto her son’s chest. He would rapidly piston his cock up into her until both were breathless and lay still for long moments.
“Bring it up and feed me.” He eventually directed.
Jane placed both hands on the wall above the headboard, her knees supported by pillows as Joey’s head lay between the pillars, his hands supporting and squeezing her buttocks, as he gave her pussy a tongue lashing, her whimpering attesting to the stress of climbing the ladder. Soon, her body stilled momentarily before quaking violently. Her ass humped her son’s head heedless of his ability to breathe. Her forehead rested on the wall as the orgasm slowly slipped away.
Joey maneuvered his head from beneath his mother, sucking in badly needed air. Pulling at her legs and hips, he positioned her on her back, placing himself between her legs, that lifted with the inner knowledge of what was expected of her. He cradled her as she reached for his cock, putting it to her. They coupled easily and he began to fuck her with a moderate rhythm.
The room had been only dimly lit at the beginning of their incestuous play. Now, 7:10 the room was fully illuminated by the light coming through the two windows and the door that had been left wide-open, the light filtering through the rooms of the house and down the hallway.
Mother and son fucked passionately in the middle of the bed, amongst the sheets and heavy bedspread. Jane’s knees were pulled back and moved in a reciprocating motion, giving her son a good ride as he pounded her ass, her ample butt cheeks flattening, into the bed.
“Fuck me, Joey.” She whispered. “Your cock is so good. Fuck your mother with that big cock.”
“I hope you’re not expecting to get up soon.” He assured her. “I’m going fuck you a while. I’m enjoying your pussy. ”
“I’ve never been more comfortable or been fucked better.” She assured back. “I hope you don’t mind if I come a few times?”
Mother and son fucked on. Joey mixed his rhythm up a bit, sometimes slow, sometimes in a frenzied, sometimes holding deep, often stabbing her deep, stabbing her relentlessly and repeatedly. His strength was fortified by his desire to fuck her longer and better than any man before him. His desire had brought her two orgasm since the one induced by oral. Her knees reciprocated with lustful enthusiasm keeping her heart, moaning banter and ass in the game. She would fuck her boy good. She liked to fuck.
They maneuvered to lie side-by-side, spooning, gaining a little rest as Joey stroked and Jane fingered her pussy until she groaned in another orgasm. Joey, without losing penetration, maneuvered her to her belly. She spread her legs wide, giving him access to her, as he pounded on her ass, shoving his cock up into her. To show her desire to be her best asset, she sought to gain her knees. Joey helped and was soon doggy fucking her with much enthusiasm, causing her to groan and grunt as he stabbed her deep.
Joey felt the need to come. With his right hand on her ass, his left in the air, he rode her like a bronc.
“Don’t pull out!” She directed. “Don’t you dare pull out!”
“Are you sure?” He quizzed, acknowledging what they both knew. He was not wearing a condom.
Sure, she was willing to risk a drop or two of his semen, allowing the pill to do its job. But a full blown eruption!
“Yes! Yes, I’m sure. This one time. This one time… to feel it! Just tell me!”
“Are you ready?” He queried within a few minutes.
“Yes!”
“Are you ready! Nowwwwwwww!!”
“YESSSSSSssssss!”
Joey’s cock jerked once, twice, three times… really hard… shooting deep into her pussy… filling his mother’s belly.
“I feel it! I feel it, baby.” Jane exclaimed, in a lustful tone. “Just this one time. Just this one timeeeeee.”
Then she was quiet, holding position but her body relaxing.
Joey held deep for long moments, then, slowly pulled out of her and maneuvered her to her back. He pushed her legs back and looked down at her pussy. He hurried from the bed commanding her not to move. He returned holding a large hand mirror he had retrieved from the bathroom. Clambering between her legs, she having held them a loft, he positioned the mirror and gently pried her pussy lips apart.
“You really are a pervert!” Jane chuckled, as she stared into the mirror.
“As much as you wanted it, and said you could feel it, I thought maybe you would like to see?”
“My pussy is an angry red, big lips and ugly, but look at that! You must have come a good load in me.”
Jane reached with her right hand and extended her forefinger to touch the large amount of white semen oozing from her.
“You’re still hard enough! Stick it back in me. Come on! Hurry!” She directed.
Joey tossed the mirror aside and scooted closer between his mother’s legs, guiding his cock into her.
“Ahhh! Fuck!” She moaned as she dragged Joey atop her. “Do you feel it? Do you feel that warm come wetting your cock. Lets fuck some more, Joey!”
Joey was caught up in her incestuous passion and lust to fuck. Gathering her up in his arms, he began to fuck her with a desperation he had never felt before.
Jane found renewed energy and met his thrusts with wanton desire.
After fucking long, long minutes, Jane obtaining another orgasm, Joey adding more cum to the goodly amount already in her, mother and son lay side-by-side holding hands.
“What in the hell have we started, Joey?” Jane sighed.
“I will go along with whatever you decide as long as you let me have some pussy occasionally.” Joey offered.
“Oh, I think it will be more than just occasionally.” Jane chuckled. “I just don’t want you thinking or trying to change the status quo. I’ve never been happy with just one cock in my life. There will be others… just like before… though I don’t think there are going to be as many… and I certainly don’t want me to be your only source of pussy. I don’t like being pressured. I suppose we will just take it one day at a time and I’ll make the rules as we go.”
The following weeks proved fruitful for Joey. He never tried to fuck her bare, content to wear a rubber.
Jane, as she foresaw, and to Joey’s satisfaction, brought home few less suitors than she had been prone to do.
But she has something gnawing at her.
“I’m going to see your grandfather for about a week. I know you would like to come but I’m not going to take you this trip. I promise we will go back down in a few months. I’m leaving real early so if you want some pussy be home at 9:00 tonight.”
Fucked well, looking forward to seeing her father, Jane left the house for the walk to the bus station. She carried only her handbag as both she and Joey had clothes closeted at her father’s. Normally a 20 minute walk if walked briskly, Jane decided to zig-zag down two additional streets and walk slower in order to show off her seductive, hip swaying, walk to any neighborhood man who might observe her passing. As for any wife? Their jealousy would be icing on the cake. The bus driver and any other man she may note would undoubtedly look at her with desire in their eyes, feeling envy for the man sharing her bed.
“It’s been a while since you’ve come to see me, Jane.” Don said, as father and daughter settled onto the sofa to watch TV, after having a very nice dinner that Jane prepared. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“I’m sorry, Dad.” Jane returned. “Work has been hectic and Joey is a source of distraction. I have missed you too.”
Father and daughter watched TV for a couple of hours, chatting occasionally. Jane was soon snuggled up against his side, him, stroking her knee then thigh.
“Are you and Lois still an item?” She inquired.
“Yep!” Don answered, chuckling “Can’t get rid of the old witch.”
“So, she’s taking good care of you.” She asked, reaching to stroke his crotch, feeling it firm up.
“She tries, but I’m extremely happy to have you visiting.”
“You said she sold her car?” Making reference to the possibility of Lois stopping for some evening cock.
“Yes. You need not worry.”
Jane felt she had waited long enough. She fumbled with his zipper, pushed her hand inside his chinos, tenderly struggled inside his briefs, and pulled forth his erect cock. She began to stroke it slowly, “does that feel good?”, and did so for long minutes, causing his right hand to seek and rub her moist crotch. “You’re making me so wet!”.
“Dad, I think I will go take a shower. You will be coming to bed soon, won’t you?” Jane said, releasing his cock, patting her father’s arm, then, gently pulling his hand from beneath her skirt.
“I tell you what, darling. I will go a long with you and wash your back. We can use the master bath in my room and sleep in my bed. If you’re agreeable, of course.”
“I’m much more than agreeable, Dad.” Jane replied with a loving smile, offering a loving hand.
62-year-old Don sat on the toilet seat watching his daughter undress. Jane undressed slowly and provocatively, flirting with her eyes and hips. She had done this many times, discovering early on and hence relishing in the power her feminine charm had over her father, causing him to smile like a mischievous young boy, seeing something he shouldn’t. In past years, with her mother only short yards away confined to bed, she had used her charms, just as now, to get her father’s consent for this or that, including marriage, assuring him he would not be forgotten.
Having stripped nude, Jane moved close to her father, standing between his parted knees. He reached to palm her buttocks, kissing her lovingly over the front of her belly, working up to her breast to suckle her nipples, alternately.
“You are a helluva woman, my dear. Getting older as only added to your ability to make me feel faint with lust for you. I love you dearly and feel very fortunate for your compassion. Your mother understood. I know, because I told her near the end.”
“Why did you never tell me this?” Jane questioned.
“I wanted to but your mother asked me not to… said it would only muddy of the waters. I told her that we never actually coupled… never would. She said she had felt selfish… selfishly concerned about me getting married again, screwing another woman. I think she actually felt better knowing… you and me… ”
“Dad…! Get undressed and join me in the shower.
As they had done so many times before, she giggled and laughed as her father scrubbed her from head to toe. Squatting, he lightly stroked with the soapy rag and lingered at her oddly peaked mound, topped with a neatly trimmed forest of blonde pubic hair, poking his nose in it. Underneath it was void for half-an-inch until it spring forth in all its glory covering her vagina.
“You are so sexy!” He exclaimed, kissing and nibbling on her buttocks, running his tongue up the crack of her ass.
“I’m getting old and fat, and you know it!” She returned.
Having finished being scrubbed, she took the washcloth from him and began to scrub him vigorously after soaping the rag. She soon arrived at his firm erection. It was not awe inspiring. It was thick enough but just a mere 4-1/2 inches long. But, it was not its size that mattered in this relationship. Nor, had it been in her. Her father, true his word, had never asked are tried to coupled with her. She loved him even more for that and now, after fucking, Joey, she felt, not wanton, but in the moment, her incestuous conscience clean, she was going to give her dad his just reward.
Arriving at his erection, Jane squatted and scrubbed the shaft, and under his balls, gently. She then took it into her mouth, sucking on it for a few long minutes, until he was groaning.
“Lets go to bed, Dad.” She said, standing.
Her back to the bed, she drew her father close to her. He was a few inches taller than she and he embraced her warmly. She snuggled long moments against his chest.
“Dad? I’m going to lay down. I want you to please my pussy. Then I want to come up and get between my legs. I wiIl place it for you and I want you to put it in me… I want us to fuck.”
“Jane… my darling… are you sure?”
” I am very sure, my love.” She whispered lovingly. “And for this one time visit it all will be natural.”
“I’ve waited so long for you to offer me your treasure!”
Jane turned and kneed herself onto the bed, feeling her father’s hand palming her left ass cheek. She placed herself in the middle of the bed and arranged the pillows. She watched her father move to the bottom of the bed, crabbing his way up as she spread and lifted her legs. It was all there for him to see and joy in, knowing, this time, he would stick his cock in it. He did, study it, reveling in its taboo, for a few moments before easing his palms under her ass, putting his face to her pussy. She moaned involuntarily as his tongue began to explore her treasure.
“OHHhhhhh! I’ve missed your tongue so much, Dad!”
Minutes ticked by. She lifted her head occasionally to watch him giving her oral pleasure. Her hands ruffled through his white hair. And then it happened! She knew it would! He seemed to always know when it was time… time to lift her ass and stick his tongue into her!
“Aaagggggg FUCK!” She loudly voiced her pleasure.
Many men and eaten her pussy. Only her dad had ever put his tongue into her… tongue funking her as her ass humped his face. He returned to her clit repeatedly, only to stick his tongue back into her, pushing her legs back, his head bobbing, her ass shoving.
She wanted it to go on forever, but it could not, and did not. She fought the orgasm as long as she could! With distraction, with a feeling of defeat, with incestuous glee and greed, the orgasm gripped her and her ass lifted off the bed, her father striving to keep his face and tongue to her. Her body collapsed after long, long moments. She was breathing heavily, her ample tits bobbing slightly, her belly, baby fat, rolling.
“Damn! It’s a bitch getting old!” She said in a labored tone. “Come up, Dad!
Jane reached to take hold of her father’s erection as he maneuvered up between her lifted legs. She placed it to her well lubricated hole. He hesitated.
“Dad! Put it in me! Push!” She commanded.
With the last word, she shoved her ass upward just as he pushed with force. For her, it was an all-consuming penetration as it had been with Joey. Her lust was more mental. His, however, was both mental and physical. After all these years, he had his cock deep, as 4-1/2 inches can be, in his precious Jane. She was his true love, the source of his passion, the source of his incestuous lust, and the fantasy that generated his erection and his orgasm when fucking Lois or masturbating.
“Yes, Don! Fuck me!” She bantered. “I need it, Don. I need it hard! Harder! Grab my ass! Grab it with both hands and fuck my ass off! Yes! Yes! Damn you, do it harder!
Jane was very much in the moment. She will very much aware of her father’s frantic desire to fuck her… to come into her. She became concerned for his well-being.
“Dad! Slow down. Slow down just a little.”
“What’s wrong, Jane! Am I hurting you?”
“You’re going to have a fucking heart attack… you’re fucking me like a wild man. Damn, it feels wonderful lets slow down for a few minutes and enjoy our first real fuck together.”
“You’re right, honey.” He chuckled, releasing her ass and maneuvering to cradled her again. “I’m only good for one anyway. After I ejaculate, it will nearly disappear. I’m a feeble old man both mentally and physically and acting like a dumb-ass virgin.”
It might have been short but her father’s cock was plenty thick and their moderate intercourse was beginning to have an effect, arousing Jane, once more. Jane loved to fuck! Don was experienced enough to recognize this and began to concentrate his efforts on placement of his shaft and penetration. With renewed enthusiasm, with the thought of giving his daughter a climax in missionary position, he was on his way to climbing the ladder himself. He would check himself until Jane came.
Jane was no longer “in” the moment, but “lost” in the moment. She had always thought that the length of a man’s cock was the moving factor. Never again would she believe that! But was it its thickness? Maybe it was just the lustful sexual intercourse of daughter and father that had her climbing the ladder.
Jane was getting the long, lustful fuck she desired. Don’s desire to make his daughter orgasm, his experience, the enjoyment, and his age kept him in check. The rhythm was on the slow side of moderate with the occasional hard stab. In addition, his thoughts, “what if her mother could see them now”.
Jane was teetering on the last rung of the ladder. Her moans transmitted that fact to her father, causing him to carefully increase his rhythm, releasing, ever so slightly, his own desire to own his daughters pussy.
Jane’s body stilled momentarily. Her moan was loud and animal like as her body quaked with orgasm. Don released his desire with a frantic race to completion. He moaned his own animal like moan of completion a few long moments after his daughter.
“Don! Don! Don! That was an unbelievably good first fuck!” Jane exclaimed with labored breath. “You know your stuff, guy! A real stud.”
Her vulgar description of their first true intercourse caused him to inwardly frown while her second comment sounded demeaning, leaving him disheartened. Had he not taught her all things sexual? He had to admit that they both had grown older and maybe a little cynical of their lives. The times that Joey had accompanied his mother, Joey had given him a sketchy picture of his mother’s life at home and her marriage to the longshoreman. He had vaguely hinted things to Joey. He found it hard to accept his daughter was bringing home strange men… sailors… but understood their older age. He knew her nature… she loved to fuck. Still, though a bit disillusioned, he maneuvered her over to her front and kissed her buttocks, biting them until she hollowed uncle. Who could blame him. He loved to fuck too.
It was true, as he had told his daughter, that Lois took care of him sexually. What he had not disclose was that the woman, three years older than he, often took care of his needs under duress. Lois needed a bit of help financially. He was able to provide that little financial help and in return she spread her legs for him or sucked his cock if her joints hurt.
Don was not able to keep his erection strong over the next five days. Jane and her dad spent much of their time in lengthy foreplay, lengthy finger fucking, stroking cock and 69ing. However, the last night Don managed a lengthy, sensuous fuck, giving Jane two orgasms. Jane allowed her father to fuck himself to exhaustion, ignoring the possibility of a stroke or heart attack, him finally giving up, she, sucking him to completion.
Her father waited with her at the edge of the road for the bus. He thanked her for allowing him to finally fuck her, explaining why he had never pressured her was due to her mother’s wishes. He praised her feminine ability and attributes, telling her how tight her pussy had been. He was exceptionally thick. Seeing the bus approach from some distance away, they quickly kissed passionately on the mouth and said their goodbyes. Jane promised to visit soon and suggested he purchase a pack of rubbers, making him smile.
Jane made the walk from the bus station with a brisk stride. She walked the most direct route. Her mind was not on showing off. Her mind had spent the last seven hours filing through the sexual time she had spent with her father. He was quite expert at pleasuring her! Now, her mind was on being on her back with a man between her legs, a cock inside her. The desire to fuck was so great that finding a sailor at a bar was not even a consideration, at least until she went home with the hope of getting Joey to service her. See hoped desperately that Joey would be home.
Walking through the door, she shouted his name and made a beeline for her bedroom, seeing him coming from the kitchen.
Joey lean on the door frame.
Jane began to disrobe.
“Did you miss your mother?” She quizzed, as she unsnapped her bra, releasing her breast, the nipples hard. “Did you me… real bad?”
“Very much. How is grandpa?”
“He’s doing very well. Very well indeed. Get undressed. I’m so damn hot I’m about to catch fire.”
Joey walked into the room as she began to undress. There was not much to remove… a T-shirt and shorts… he was commando. He moved in close to his mother grasping her waist and sucking on her right nipple as she struggled with her skirt.
“How long has it been since you had pussy or masturbated?” She questioned.
“Pussy 2 days ago.” He acknowledged. “I jerked off early this morning. You don’t have to worry about me. Just get your panties off.”
Jane could not get into the bed and on her back fast enough. Joey followed her closely, touching her, dropping in between her legs as she spread and lifted them. As was customary, she took hold of his cock and placed it to her. They coupled and began fucking with a frenzied rhythm, both moaning, groaning and grunting like starved, depraved beast.
“Did you finally let him fuck you!” Joey inquired with labored breath.
The query took Jane by surprise. It took her a few moments to wrap her mind around the fact that her son knew, or did he just suspect. Thinking, the hell with it, “Your grandma? Well, you know about her! I felt obligated to take care of your grandpa sexually over the years… and he taught me. He had a strong need and I found I had inherited that need. We’ve done everything except actually fuck. I thought it was time.”
“Did fucking me cause you to make that decision?”
“I suppose.” Jane admitted. “If you and I are fucking, it’s only right, isn’t it? We’ll talk about it later. Right now, I just want to fuck! Slow down a bit and lets just enjoy being coupled.”
