Over the last few months, Sandra Jones had watched her son transform into a healthy young man, she started thinking of him sexually after watching the real incest videos on the popular website we all know realincestvids.com and now that he was working his footballer’s body was toned and taut. Danny was 18 now, exactly half her age. She was making a salad for their lunch on this hot summer day. At least that’s what she’d started to do. Right now she was gazing at her son lazily taking a dip in the pool.
It was hot. The air-conditioning was struggling, she’d booked a serviceman. But today the bead of sweat that ran down between her breasts reminded her of the early summer’s arrival. She was proud of her breasts. Sandra was only five feet four and petite, so her 35C boobs looked larger than they really were.
She’d stopped her chores to look at Danny as he hauled himself out of the cool water. Her eyes took in his triangular chest and six-pack stomach, then dropped to his groin.
Oh my. Those little Speedos are too small for him. I can see his… STOPPIT Sandra! He’s your son! But, really, wow! I can see it jiggle as he walks.
Danny knew his mum was watching through the window but he couldn’t have known she was, well, looking at him. He lay on the lounger beside the pool to dry off, not ten feet from her. Sandra’s gaze remained on her son’s impressive bulge, then she was jolted out of her reverie by a thought: Oh my! I’m looking at my son’s body – at his…cock…and my nipples are hard. Must be the heat. (Oh really? So why is your pussy tingling too?)
She knew it wasn’t the heat. She knew it was wrong. And instantly, as if struck by a lightning bolt of insight, she also knew she didn’t really care. No harm in admiring, right?
Oh shit! Did I really just think that? Oooh it’s… very…impressive.
She felt even hotter. She was blushing all over, part shame and part arousal, and in another part she knew what she wanted to happen next. The t-shirt she wore without a bra scratched at her erect nipples. And now Danny was looking at her. At her breasts, their shape and size clearly visible against the sweat-plastered t-shirt. She saw him gulp, his eyes flicked to hers. A moment of silent communication, understanding, and their fate was sealed. Sandra knew he desired her, and likewise she knew, hoped, wished…
I’m not going to move. Let him look. There, son. Yes, see it in my eyes.
Wow! Mum’s tits are fabulous! She’s not wearing a bra. She always wears a bra. Oh she saw me looking…And… OM effin G! She knows I’m looking and… Shit! She’s looking at my dick, I’m sure of it!
So now each thought the other was looking, but what if they were wrong? A mother and son don’t just say ‘how about it?’ and get nasty straight away. So Danny tried a little test. Despite still being wet from the pool, he was sweating. His heart beat faster as he adjusted his Speedos. Just a little tug, a heft of the man-flesh, as if to get comfortable, but he left his hand there cupping himself. He dared a short glance at his mother. His eyes caught hers, he saw her face. It was calm, reflective, warm. He knew the look. She was focused, definitely not looking away. So he squeezed, half-stroked his cock, and looked back.
Sandra was biting her lower lip, still looking at her son. It was true that she was outwardly calm, but her body was trembling with excitement at what she was doing and her mind raced: That looks like a blatant display. How do I show…Well, he must know I’m not wearing a bra today.
The answer seemed obvious. Sandra put down her chopping knife and while she met her son’s eyes, she smiled warmly and cupped both her breasts from underneath, ran her hands over the tops and back down. She smoothed her thin t-shirt against them so that it clung to the glorious contours.
Danny mirrored her moves with his hand on his imprisoned cock. Sandra knew what she was doing, and so did he. She was encouraging her son. Seducing him. And now, she saw, Danny was openly stroking himself and looking directly at her. She licked her lips instinctively, sexily, and her eyes transmitted the message: ‘Come to me’.
Before either knew what was happening, Danny stood behind his mother. She bent slightly and could feel his erection pressing her ass-crack through her summer skirt.
Danny’s hands went up and under her t-shirt to cup his mother’s breasts. Hers pressed his and guided them, massaging her orbs, his palms rolling over her aching nipples.
There was one last hurdle. Danny whispered into her ear: “If you don’t tell me to stop, I’m gonna…”
Actions speak louder than words. Sandra eased her butt far enough away from him to hitch her skirt up and bend over, hands on the kitchen counter. Both desperate now, Sandra pulled her panties down and stepped out of them while Danny dropped his wet Speedos onto the floor beside them. Sandra pulled her t-shirt over her head as she felt her son’s rod poke at her. In his inexperience he missed her opening, she reached behind and took the hot shaft in her hand and pressed it to her open pussy. Danny pushed, slid in, and hilted.
“Oh shit, mum!”
“Ooh baby. That’s so… Yes. Gently darling. Fuck your mother gently.”
His thighs trembled at the hormones flooding through him, and his chest trembled at the intensity of feeling. A warm, wet tunnel gripped and welcomed his cock. He pressed, withdrew a little, pressed again.
Sandra met her son’s hips with hers. The hot shaft embedded deep inside her was heavenly. Her son’s cock. She knew she should be ashamed, but she wasn’t. She knew exactly what she was doing, fucking her son, and she knew it would be the first of many times, so she was in no hurry.
“Oh mum. I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
“Oh baby, is it good?”
“Very. I can’t…help…Oh!”
“It’s OK baby. Cum if you want, cum in me.”
“MUUMMM!”
Danny pushed up, his cock burned, twitched, and splattered his goo into the womb that had carried him, while Sandra pressed back and shuddered out a brief orgasm at the feel of her son’s sperm jetting inside her. Their first time had taken no more than seconds, but it had changed them forever.
Still hard inside his mother’s slick pussy, Danny fell down onto her back. He reached up for her dangling breasts, fondled them, and listened to the voice in his head: Oh my fucking GOD! I just fucked mum and came inside her. And she wanted it. And I think maybe she came too.
He almost giggled when another thought flashed through: And I’m still fucking her! She’s so warm, wet. And she’s really tight too. Oh! She’s squeezing me with her pussy!
For a full two minutes they basked in the intimacy of what they’d done, were still doing. Danny was immensely proud and happy. He’d had sex – proper sex – for only the third time and the other two times were fumbled romps, unsatisfying, far from perfect. But this time, MAN! He felt he could go again.
Sandra on the other hand had felt a pang of guilt. Yes, her son was an adult but this was wrong. Even with his cock still buried in her, she was hoping he wouldn’t regret it, come to hate her. So she had to break the delicious contact and confront what had happened.
With her t-shirt back on and her skirt smoothed down, she looked into her son’s eyes. “Danny. Darling. I’m sorry. That should not have happened. We can’t…”
“Didn’t you want it?” He knew the answer.
“Well, yes I did baby, but…”
“But what?”
“Jesus Danny it’s incest!”
He knew his mother well and had the confidence to grin and say: “Yeah I know. Wanna do it again?”
He grinned wider. Sandra’s brow furrowed, then her face melted and she laughed with him: “You, my son, are an evil young man!”
He repeated: “Yeah, I know. You didn’t answer, do you wanna do it again?”
Sandra edged towards her son, nestled up to him, and took his still-hard shaft gently in her hand and said: “I don’t know if I’ll regret it, but yes. I wanna do it again.”
She squealed as he scooped her up in his strong arms and carried her towards the bedrooms. On the way, she kissed him and laughed again when they bumped into the wall. Danny turned into her bedroom.
“Why here?”
“Because it smells like you.”
“Mmm, OK. Danny?”
“Yeah?”
“I want to do everything with you.”
He smiled at this new turn of events and said: “What, right now?”
She smiled back as he set her gently on her feet. “No, not now. Maybe. I don’t want this to be a once-off thing.”
“Me either, mum.”
Danny was still naked, within seconds Sandra was too. Although they’d fucked, Danny had not truly seen her. Now he drank her in. “Jeez mum, you’re beautiful.”
And she was. A full head shorter than him, her shoulders proudly topped those rounded, soft orbs he’d caressed. Sandra got playful, offering her tits to him with her hands: “You used to like these, I wasn’t sure if I’d ever get you off them!”
“I still like them, mum.” But his eyes were drawn like magnets to the gentle mound and split between her legs. Her soft brown downy hair was matted with their shared juices, but he could clearly see the outline of her mound. She saw him looking and decided to let him see. Everything.
Sandra lay back on her bed and spread her legs wide: “Look, baby. That’s where you came from.”
“Oh mum it’s beautiful.”
“It’s yours, darling.”
Danny crawled up and on top of her. His cock found her wet opening and he sank down and into her. Like before they sighed and moaned at the erotic charge that passed between them, and began a slow, rhythmic fucking. Sandra put her arms around her son’s strong back and pulled him towards her. As her lust built, she whispered to Danny: “Oh heavens, son! I love your cock inside me. Mmmm, yessss baby!”
In the heat their bodies sweated freely. Danny’s tight belly slapped his mum’s soft one, wetly, with each stroke. He felt like the universe had shrank to this bed, this act. He allowed his mind to register the detail, allowed it to admit this was incest. With his mother. And he whispered back: “You feel so good, mum! I love your…”
“My what, baby?”
“Your p-pussy!”
“And my pussy loves you too, Danny.”
Sandra knew his inexperience meant she’d have to guide and teach him. “I’m gonna teach you everything, baby! We’re gonna do everything! Oh yes, like that. Oh yesss. I’m gonna cum soon son!”
“Cum, mum! Cum for me.”
“S-soon, baby. Unhh! Oh fuck. Mmmmnaaghh!”
This time her orgasm rushed up on her and rippled through her thighs and pussy like a wave of hot lust, centred on the relentless shaft of her son’s penis plumbing her depths, until her brain fogged out as she bucked her hips wildly at that cock, that cock she’d made, back inside the place it had come from, and she held him tight so that the breasts that had nursed him were crushed in sweaty slickness between them as she ground out the last seconds of her climax.
Danny didn’t know what to do with this bucking woman underneath him, so for fear of falling out of her at the crucial moment he drove in hard and held there. It had two results. First, it toppled her into another shuddering orgasm, which in turn brought that familiar burn to his cock and he knew he was going to cum too.
For the second time, Danny’s cock filled with blood and turned it like iron as it began to throb and burn, then throw its incestuous load against the walls of his mother’s womb in spasms of lust that made him groan out loud. This time it was a longer ejaculation, ropes of semen, like a chain being drawn through the eye of his dick, like liquid lust for his mother’s milking pussy, until at last he was truly spent and fell on top of her, both of them panting and whispering to each other, she with her legs spread wide to keep him there, he instinctively pushing gently in her, neither wanting it to end.
But end it must, and eventually Danny’s cock deflated and flopped out of its wet glove. She moaned at her loss but wanted him to stay on top of her. His father, now long gone, always denied her this ultimate intimacy. Eventually his weight became uncomfortable, especially in the heat, and they parted. Their skin stuck to each other, but even though it was oppressively hot Sandra snuggled onto Danny’s chest, idly stroking his chest and his nipples, sometimes kissing the one nearest her.
“Danny, if you wake up tomorrow and regret this, I’ll understand.”
“I don’t think I will, mum. Tell you a secret?”
“Sure.”
“I masturbate thinking about you.”
“Oh son! Really?” She looked up at him and saw the truth in his eyes. She smiled. “Do I turn you on that much?”
“Yeah. Since Jenny and I split up, I sorta noticed you, y’know, as a woman.”
She teased him: “Oh! You only ‘noticed me as a woman’ two months ago?”
“You know what I mean! I got interested in girls, and, um, sex, and then she was gone and I sorta started looking at you. Then a cuppla weeks ago I saw you in the shower and, um, got horny.”
“Well, my son, you don’t need to masturbate about me any more.” She took his soft cock gently in her hand. “Whenever this needs company, you bring it to me.”
Danny reached down towards her pussy. She opened her thighs for him as he touched her gently there. “And put it here, mum?”
“Not just there, honey. Other places too.”
She was grinning wickedly at him and a million erotic thoughts and fantasies rushed through his mind. His cock twitched, she laughed at that, and said: “Shower first, my boy, we’re both sweaty.”
“Let go of my cock first.”
“Not until you stop touching my pussy.”
“Hmmm. Big problem. I don’t want to.”
“Me either. Hold that thought until you’re clean and refreshed.”
Secretly she wondered if she could make her son cum a third time, then she bit her lip and grinned at herself as she thought: Maybe. I’m sure gonna try!
Sandra giggled at the miniature queef she let out as she stood up. She reasoned that it was inevitable – the heat of the early afternoon made her sweat, and she had two loads of her son’s cum and her own juices inside her too. Danny laughed at the squelch, which made her laugh too, and that meant the whole gooey mess ran down her thighs. Giggling, she raced to the bathroom, trying to keep her thighs together to delay the mess. Yesterday’s towel saw service to clean her up, then she ran the shower.
Danny followed her and stood beside her in the oversize shower cubicle. They soaped each other. He marvelled at her womanly softness, the weight of her breasts, the impossible pertness of her bum, but most of all, despite twice cumming in her, he wanted her pussy again.
“Mum, there’s something I’ve always, um…”
“What, baby?”
“Well, it’s not the sort of thing a guy usually says to his mum.”
“Oh really? You can fuck me – twice! – but not tell me what’s on your mind? Hah!”
“Well, jeez look at me blushing. I always wanted to try, um. Oh hell. I wanna lick your pussy mum.”
“Oooh, baby. I would like that. Let’s get dry and go back…”
But Danny had dropped to his knees and was nestling his face against her thighs. From there his mouth could not reach his target, so Sandra leant back on the wall and lifted her foot onto his shoulder. Still he had trouble, until she said: “Easy, tiger. I’m not going anywhere. Take me to bed.”
They dried, and Sandra noticed Danny’s cock pointing straight out. He was horny for her for the third time in less than an hour. It made her feel incredibly desirable and she resolved to pay him handsomely for his compliment.
Back on her bed, she lay down in the sweaty crumpled sheets they’d made and held herself up on her elbows. She was smiling at her son, who looked up past her open pussy, over her resting breasts, into her face. He realised something: “Um, I actually don’t know how, mum.”
“Oh honey, look. Here. Those lips are sensitive when I’m aroused – like now – so they’re a bit puffed up. These lips, on the inside, well they’re sensitive too and especially when they’re wet. And here, this little button, well, that spot drives girls wild.”
He licked it and she flinched at the electricity it caused.
“Mmm, like that. Baby, just do what you want and you’ll tell from – ooo, yeah – you’ll tell from how I – oh fuck, baby!”
The lesson ended as Danny got to work with his tongue. His mind was a whirl. It’s so beautiful! And soft. I never thought it would actually taste good. Oh my fucking god, I’m licking mum’s pussy!
Sandra lay back fully, enjoying a tongue on her pussy for the first time. Her husband thought this was dirty, and now she was filled with passion at the impossible sensations her son was giving her. She knew in her mind that she was going to suck her first cock that day too. His cock. Her son’s. Would she let him cum in her mouth? Hell yes, he would deserve it after this.
Danny explored, touched, fingered, licked, sucked. He saw a drip of juice trickle down the join of thigh and buttock and gently fingered her pussy while he watched it, fascinated, unable to believe he was this close to his mum’s open, glistening wet pussy. She was breathing heavily. He glanced up, she was tweaking her nipples between her thumb and fingers, her head was arched back so he couldn’t see her face as she rotated her hips involuntarily to maximise the contact with him.
That little trickle was joined by another and Danny watched it race towards the puckered pink nut of her asshole. He jabbed his tongue at it, at the same time contacting that tight ring, and Sandra flinched. Danny went back to his ministrations, but a new thought just came to Sandra: My ass! Oh my god, if he wants it, I’ll give him my ass! Is there nothing I won’t give my son?
While that thought took shape in her head, her hips announced her impending crescendo. Danny noticed an increase in the juice he was licking up, and her hips pressing at him more urgently, and knew he was learning this skill well. He began masturbating himself. As Sandra’s orgasm built, her hands gripped his head and guided him – there! – to where she needed him to be, then it burst on her like a tsunami of pussy juice, throbbing labia and puckering asshole that accompanied the guttural moaning and tight-lipped squeal that she’d tensed into, all the time giving over completely to her son’s tongue.
Danny bravely kept his lips glued around his mother’s clit while she rode his face, almost laughing into her cunt at the pride this brought him, while he looked over her perfect mound at her soft tummy rippling and jerking through a long, powerful orgasm. His ears were clamped between her thighs, so he could feel the shudders that rippled through them.
She relaxed slightly, panting, and Danny poked his tongue at her button once more, and once more she stiffened and rippled and swore and gripped his head with her thighs, and came. Sandra came on her son’s mouth for the second time and yet, she still felt that burning, the intensity of everything, concentrated on her clitoris and the mouth around it, and the fingers inside her sopping pussy, and the wetness dripping into her asshole, and the tongue, always the tongue, and she was cumming again – or still – and this time she almost fainted at the height of it until at last the overpowering sensation faded into an all-over tingle, still shivering, sweating, her heart drumming in her chest, and she wanted it then and now.
“Danny, let me suck you.”
He’d been masturbating for some minutes now and was ready. He stood beside the bed while his mother propped herself up. He presented his cock to her. Danny’s knees almost buckled when his mum’s mouth closed around his shaft, the sheer taboo of it making his senses reel.
Sandra clamped her lips around the knob, then opened her mouth to engulf the meaty pole before clamping it closed around as much of it as she could fit in, so that her lips were a fraction of an inch from his pubic mound. She drew her head backwards, licking the bottom of the shaft in her closed mouth, licked the knob, then repeated it.
Danny was lost in a fog of sexual intensity. Delicate fingers tickled his balls, a wet mouth went up and down his shaft. He registered details in an abstract, detached way. He had his cock in his mother’s mouth. He was still licking her pussy juices from his lips. She had one hand between her legs and the other alternately tickling his balls and stroking his cock. Their eyes met, pure fire and lust, love, engrossed in the giving and taking of the ultimate in taboo pleasures.
So it went on for five or more minutes, mother sucking son, son getting ever closer to a final, agonising release. His balls tightened and his knob burned as if to ejaculate but having spent twice already it was a long lead up. Closer. His ass puckered. Still his mother licked, sucked, took him into her mouth, almost into her throat, edging closer.
He felt it well up slowly. His thighs tensed, his stomach tautened. Closer. There was no thought of where to spend, only when. Closer. Heart racing, panting. Closer.
“Oh fuck, MUUMMM!”
Merciful release, pulsing gently into his mother’s wet mouth, she closed it around her son’s cock as she felt it spurt just three times and eject his cum onto the roof of her mouth and the back of her throat. She felt his hands on the back of her head, knew he was fighting the temptation to force himself deeper, felt his thighs throbbing against her chest as she pulled him to her. She gently bobbed on his shaft after he’d cum to prolong his afterglow, letting him return to her from wherever he’d floated up to, but she thought proudly to herself: I made him cum three times in an hour. He had nothing left this time. I’ve completely drained him.
Seconds passed and Sandra noticed the hands pressing her mouth onto her son’s cock were now stroking her matted hair, lovingly. He was coming back to her. She slurped the last off his knob, swallowed, and smiled up at him. His face was one of love and wonder. They’d always loved each other with all their hearts, now they loved each other with all their souls too.