I'd never thought about incest until the day I turned 18. Before that, of course, I didn't do anything sexual, because kids under 18 don't do that kind of stuff or even think about it. Back then, I had a 9 and 1/2 inch cock, and a lot of pubic hair. It was more as I got older. My dad traveled a lot because he was a traveling salesman and they tend to do that, so my brother and I were often alone with our mom for a week at a time. Mom was nothing extraordinary: stringy brown hair, quite a bit overweight, thick glasses, and very small breasts that were nonetheless quite saggy. She had a fairly nice moustache, though, and a large mole on her chin with three hairs growing from it.
On my 18th birthday my mom sent my brother to school which really wasn't necessary because he was going anyway since he was the best student our family had ever had and was proud of his 2.05 grade point average in shop and business classes. He could even use an adding machine, and we were all very proud of him. Mom let me stay home because I had been expelled for beating my meat in the cafeteria and there wasn't much to loose since the school wouldn't let me in even if I showed up. Also she wanted me to open my 18th birthday presents early although it really wasn't.
When I got to the last present, Mom went upstairs to shower because she hadn't had one since my brother's 18th birthday about a month before. Yeah, I always wondered about that, too. The last gift was just a little card. I opened it and it said, "To My Son, Happy Birthday!!!!!, Love Mom." But at the very bottom, it said, "Run up to my bathroom for your BIG present!" It looked suspiciously like a Xerox copy, but I was too excited to inspect it very closely.
I was so excited I was in the bathroom with a 9 and 1/2 inch boner and lots of pubic hair in a matter of seconds.
She peeked out coyly from behind the curtain and told me not to be nervous and to take off my cloths. I did as she said. As my pants came down my cock flopped out,
boiinnnggg.
She asked me to join her in the shower, and my cock shot up instantly and bobbed up and down up and down up and down. I stepped into the shower and saw her big, beautiful bush. It was thick, dripping wet, and a real pelt. Mom was solid hair from her belly button almost to her knees. It was the most harioust thing I had ever seen in my life. I reached out to touch it and she said, "Not yet," and playfully slapped my hand away with the bunion chisel she always kept handy in the shower.
Her face came closer and closer until she kissed me deeply with her mouth. Her breath was like warm spoiled herring, but I was so excited I didn't care. I reciprocated, our tongues entwining as my hoarmones rummaged around all over the place. Then with her lips, she traced down my body until she arrived at my rock hard 9 and 1/2 inch cock sticking out of my thick pubic hair and bobbing ... well, you know.
She grasped my throbbing dick and pulled the fourskin back. The smegma under there was like mustard on a hot dog. I put my hands on the back of her head and guided it until her lips touched the tip of my cock. I guess it must have been the smell or taste, because Mom turned her head, gagged convulsively, then vomited loudly and voluminously onto the floor of the shower. Her large breakfast of biscuits and gravy, oatmeal, home fries, and scrambled eggs smothered in catsup and guaccamolley made interesting patterns as the shower spray herded it towards the drain and down.
When she was empty, Mom shook her head to clear it, wrinkled her nose, and said, "Jesus H. Christ, Ronald, how long's it been since you warshed that thing?"
I was pretty embarrassed, because my last shower had been after gym at school. I'd been expelled five weeks before.
She said, "Wait right there and don't move." I didn't. Move, that is.
Mom got out of the shower and rummaged around in the cabinet under the bathroom sink. When she rejoined me, she was carrying a can of Ajax Industrial Strength Cleanser and the wire brush she used on her corns. In only ten or fifteen minutes of brisk labor, she had my 9 and 1/2 inch cock shiny clean and almost as good as new.
She wrapped her lips around my stiff rod, which was 2 inches thick at the time and still the aforementioned length. I was in heaven. She sucked my cock in and out in and out, stopping only occasionally to sneeze because my thick public hair tickled her nose. Wow I thought. What a birthday present and from my own Mom who really isn't that much of a dog.
When I knowed I wasn't going to be able to hold back much longer I said, "Mom, I'm about to shoot my jizzm." I guess she didn't want me to, because she bit my dick really hard and whacked my right nut briskly with her chisel. It was a very versatile tool. Needless to say, that cooled my ardour a little, but at least I didn't go off like the aurora borealis as I thought I was going to do.
Then she left the shower, drying every part of herself except her bush and ass which she had only rinsed. She went downstairs and I followed with my dick leading the way. She stopped in the dining room. Slowly, she bent onto the dinner table, her chest resting on its surface.
She told me to put my cock into her pussey from the rear in back. I was excited by the idea but at the same time hesitant because there was no sign of a pussey back there. All I could see was hair which covered her from the small of her back halfway to her knees.
I stuck my dick in there somewhere in the middle, though, and rummaged around until I eventually found a spot that wasn't hair. I figured that had to be pussey. As I put it in, Mom moaned in pleasure. There was a
