The next morning Tom came into the kitchen all smiles and cheerful. His brother, Tim, and sister, Traci, were sitting at the table eating cold cereal. Tim was reading the sports section of the newspaper. His sister was going through the Fashion and Living section, but she cut her eyes to her younger brother as he came in and gave him a look. Tom didn't know what to make of that so he ignored it and and focused on his mother.
Susan was at the counter pouring herself a cup of coffee. Her face was washed clean of makeup and Tom thought she looked fresh and younger than her real age, as well as drop dead beautiful. The short, rose-colored satin robe she had on only added to her attractiveness this morning, showing off her tanned and well-shaped legs from mid-thigh to her trim ankles and elegant feet, with red-painted toenails.
Tom grabbed his insulated to-go mug off the counter and poured himself a cup of coffee. His mother, now leaning back against the counter holding her cup, looked over at him.
"How you feeling this morning?" she asked, wondering if he even had a clue as to what happened last night. She was feeling smug at having pulled off the most excitingly perverse thing in her life, including when she gave her father the first blow job without him knowing it was his daughter sucking his dick.
"Wonderful!" Tom said, giving his mother a bright smile.
Susan looked at the mug in her son's hand. "Not having breakfast?"
"Got an early class. Got to go. I'll grab something later."
Tom leaned forward to give his mother a goodbye kiss on the cheek. "Great blow job last night, Mom," he whispered in her ear. "We'll talk later."
And with that, he was gone leaving his mother standing there open-mouthed and wide-eyed.
"Mom, are you all right," Traci asked. "You look like you've seen a ghost." But Traci was pretty sure what had just happened. Tom had told their mother that he'd been awake when she'd sucked his cock. She smiled to herself. This is going to get very interesting, she was thinking.
"Yeah, I kind of did," Susan said, thinking back to when she told her father the next morning what had really happened the night before. "Yeah, sweetie, I'm fine," she turned to smile at her daughter.
This was going to be an interesting day and a tremor of thrill shot thought her stomach and her pussy gave a delightful little clench. Tom had been awake last night, pretending to be asleep, secretly watching his mother sucking his cock and swallowing his cum. That little rascal. It seemed that the apple really didn't fall too far from the tree.
* * *
Tom's dick was semi-erect all morning in his classes. Thinking about what his mother had done last night and what he wanted to do with her, if she was willing, occupied his mind. But then, why wouldn't she be willing. If she was willing to sneak into his bedroom and suck his cock, how could she protest when he told her he wanted to fuck her, and to go down on her and "eat" her pussy?
Tom felt confident that he could pull this off, that his life was about to change in a major way. His cock got even harder, to the point that it was becoming obvious. Strike while the iron is hot, he told himself, before she leaves for work. He skipped his last two classes of the day, knowing that his siblings would be in classes until at least 3 pm., which was when his mother was due to be on duty at the hotel. He knew she usually left for work by 2:30 pm.
Tom pulled up in front of the family home just after noon and hurried up the walk. He was excited, a little nervous, and oh so ready to see if confronting his mother directly would lead to them becoming lovers. He knew that was a totally amoral thing to want, except he really didn't think that his desire to fuck his mother, or actually doing it, was all that wrong. After all, he didn't want to get her pregnant, that would be weird. It would also risk them having a baby with some sort of genetic damage.
When Tom began seriously fantasizing about having sex with his mother...or his sister, too, he did quite a bit of research. He knew the chances of getting his mother pregnant from one fuck was extremely small but that the chances of producing a baby with some sort of problem, mentally or physically, or both, approached fifty percent. That was too big a chance to take with the life of another human being, a helpless baby. Besides, he had no desire at present to be a father and he was sure his mother, with three grown children, wouldn't want to have another baby. His mother did date some, he was sure, although she never brought any man home, so he was sure that she was on some kind of birth control plan.
But still, his mother was a really hot mom, a woman who, if she hadn't been his mother, he definitely would have jumped into bed with. So, why not his mom? He loved her. She loved him. They got along famously, no major problems between mother and son. This would just be, Tom rationalized, a bit more love and affection of the physical kind. He was sure the nearly universal taboo on incest was due to the deleterious effects of inbreeding. With his mother and him there would be no breeding at all just physical-sexual pleasure between two people who already loved each other. Why should that be considered wrong?
Still, his stomach was jumping as he unlocked the front door and quietly entered the house. After re-locking the door, Tom made his way down the hallway to his mother's bedroom. The door was open and he entered. He could hear the shower going in the master bath. the door to which was also open.
Tom grinned and began stripping out of his clothes. A shower with his mother, lathering up, rinsing off, clean bodies and genitals, what a wonderful idea. By the time he was naked his cock was achingly hard, standing proudly at attention. He felt his heart pounding away and realized that he was trembling. He took three deep breaths, letting them out slowly, then he entered the bathroom.
The shower was a large glassed-in affair with two shower heads, only one of which was running right now. The glass was steamed up some but he could see his mother in there, humming to herself as she washed her body. Tom opened the door to the shower and stepped in.
"Hi Mom," he said.
Susan shrieked and shrank back against the wall, then saw who it was.
"Goddamn you, Tom! You scared the living daylights out of me!
"Sorry, Mom. Really. I wasn't thinking."
Then Susan looked at her son. She noticed his very erect penis and his balls and the fact that, like her, he was totally shaved. She noticed his firm muscular body and thought about what this all meant. She swallowed and her knees felt weak. Was her secret desires, her aberrant incest fantasies really coming true.
She swallowed again. "You... You said this morning that we'd talk later...."
"Mom, unless you really want to talk right now, I really don't want to. We can talk later, okay?"
Susan took a deep calming breath. She was nervous but didn't know why. This is what she'd desired, right, what she had already fantasized about.
She bit her lower lip and looked into her son's warm brown eyes. "Are you sure, baby?"
"Yes, if you are," he replied with a gentle smile.
She nodded. "Okay then," she said her heart beating hard in her chest.
Tom embraced his mother. The swollen head of his cock poking firmly into her upper abdomen. Susan reached down and pulled his iron-hard man flesh flat against her stomach and put her arms around her son's delightful body. She was trembling with excitement. This was really going to happen. Her son and she were going to become lovers, just like her father and she had been lovers.
The water was splashing on her back, spraying over her shoulders and beading up on her son's face and hair. He ignored it. He brought his mouth down to hers.
"Oh, Tom," Susan sighed.
And then they were kissing, lips molded together, mouths open, tongues exploring and tasting and twisting around each other.
"Oh Tom," Susan sighed again, with more force, when they broke off the kiss.
The next morning Tom came into the kitchen all smiles and cheerful. His brother, Tim, and sister, Traci, were sitting at the table eating cold cereal. Tim was reading the sports section of the newspaper. His sister was going through the Fashion and Living section, but she cut her eyes to her younger brother as he came in and gave him a look. Tom didn't know what to make of that so he ignored it and and focused on his mother.
Susan was at the counter pouring herself a cup of coffee. Her face was washed clean of makeup and Tom thought she looked fresh and younger than her real age, as well as drop dead beautiful. The short, rose-colored satin robe she had on only added to her attractiveness this morning, showing off her tanned and well-shaped legs from mid-thigh to her trim ankles and elegant feet, with red-painted toenails.
Tom grabbed his insulated to-go mug off the counter and poured himself a cup of coffee. His mother, now leaning back against the counter holding her cup, looked over at him.
"How you feeling this morning?" she asked, wondering if he even had a clue as to what happened last night. She was feeling smug at having pulled off the most excitingly perverse thing in her life, including when she gave her father the first blow job without him knowing it was his daughter sucking his dick.
"Wonderful!" Tom said, giving his mother a bright smile.
Susan looked at the mug in her son's hand. "Not having breakfast?"
"Got an early class. Got to go. I'll grab something later."
Tom leaned forward to give his mother a goodbye kiss on the cheek. "Great blow job last night, Mom," he whispered in her ear. "We'll talk later."
And with that, he was gone leaving his mother standing there open-mouthed and wide-eyed.
"Mom, are you all right," Traci asked. "You look like you've seen a ghost." But Traci was pretty sure what had just happened. Tom had told their mother that he'd been awake when she'd sucked his cock. She smiled to herself. This is going to get very interesting, she was thinking.
"Yeah, I kind of did," Susan said, thinking back to when she told her father the next morning what had really happened the night before. "Yeah, sweetie, I'm fine," she turned to smile at her daughter.
This was going to be an interesting day and a tremor of thrill shot thought her stomach and her pussy gave a delightful little clench. Tom had been awake last night, pretending to be asleep, secretly watching his mother sucking his cock and swallowing his cum. That little rascal. It seemed that the apple really didn't fall too far from the tree.
* * *
Tom's dick was semi-erect all morning in his classes. Thinking about what his mother had done last night and what he wanted to do with her, if she was willing, occupied his mind. But then, why wouldn't she be willing. If she was willing to sneak into his bedroom and suck his cock, how could she protest when he told her he wanted to fuck her, and to go down on her and "eat" her pussy?
Tom felt confident that he could pull this off, that his life was about to change in a major way. His cock got even harder, to the point that it was becoming obvious. Strike while the iron is hot, he told himself, before she leaves for work. He skipped his last two classes of the day, knowing that his siblings would be in classes until at least 3 pm., which was when his mother was due to be on duty at the hotel. He knew she usually left for work by 2:30 pm.
Tom pulled up in front of the family home just after noon and hurried up the walk. He was excited, a little nervous, and oh so ready to see if confronting his mother directly would lead to them becoming lovers. He knew that was a totally amoral thing to want, except he really didn't think that his desire to fuck his mother, or actually doing it, was all that wrong. After all, he didn't want to get her pregnant, that would be weird. It would also risk them having a baby with some sort of genetic damage.
When Tom began seriously fantasizing about having sex with his mother...or his sister, too, he did quite a bit of research. He knew the chances of getting his mother pregnant from one fuck was extremely small but that the chances of producing a baby with some sort of problem, mentally or physically, or both, approached fifty percent. That was too big a chance to take with the life of another human being, a helpless baby. Besides, he had no desire at present to be a father and he was sure his mother, with three grown children, wouldn't want to have another baby. His mother did date some, he was sure, although she never brought any man home, so he was sure that she was on some kind of birth control plan.
But still, his mother was a really hot mom, a woman who, if she hadn't been his mother, he definitely would have jumped into bed with. So, why not his mom? He loved her. She loved him. They got along famously, no major problems between mother and son. This would just be, Tom rationalized, a bit more love and affection of the physical kind. He was sure the nearly universal taboo on incest was due to the deleterious effects of inbreeding. With his mother and him there would be no breeding at all just physical-sexual pleasure between two people who already loved each other. Why should that be considered wrong?
Still, his stomach was jumping as he unlocked the front door and quietly entered the house. After re-locking the door, Tom made his way down the hallway to his mother's bedroom. The door was open and he entered. He could hear the shower going in the master bath. the door to which was also open.
Tom grinned and began stripping out of his clothes. A shower with his mother, lathering up, rinsing off, clean bodies and genitals, what a wonderful idea. By the time he was naked his cock was achingly hard, standing proudly at attention. He felt his heart pounding away and realized that he was trembling. He took three deep breaths, letting them out slowly, then he entered the bathroom.
The shower was a large glassed-in affair with two shower heads, only one of which was running right now. The glass was steamed up some but he could see his mother in there, humming to herself as she washed her body. Tom opened the door to the shower and stepped in.
"Hi Mom," he said.
Susan shrieked and shrank back against the wall, then saw who it was.
"Goddamn you, Tom! You scared the living daylights out of me!
"Sorry, Mom. Really. I wasn't thinking."
Then Susan looked at her son. She noticed his very erect penis and his balls and the fact that, like her, he was totally shaved. She noticed his firm muscular body and thought about what this all meant. She swallowed and her knees felt weak. Was her secret desires, her aberrant incest fantasies really coming true.
She swallowed again. "You... You said this morning that we'd talk later...."
"Mom, unless you really want to talk right now, I really don't want to. We can talk later, okay?"
Susan took a deep calming breath. She was nervous but didn't know why. This is what she'd desired, right, what she had already fantasized about.
She bit her lower lip and looked into her son's warm brown eyes. "Are you sure, baby?"
"Yes, if you are," he replied with a gentle smile.
She nodded. "Okay then," she said her heart beating hard in her chest.
Tom embraced his mother. The swollen head of his cock poking firmly into her upper abdomen. Susan reached down and pulled his iron-hard man flesh flat against her stomach and put her arms around her son's delightful body. She was trembling with excitement. This was really going to happen. Her son and she were going to become lovers, just like her father and she had been lovers.
The water was splashing on her back, spraying over her shoulders and beading up on her son's face and hair. He ignored it. He brought his mouth down to hers.
"Oh, Tom," Susan sighed.
And then they were kissing, lips molded together, mouths open, tongues exploring and tasting and twisting around each other.
"Oh Tom," Susan sighed again, with more force, when they broke off the kiss.
