Copyright: Too Taboo, 2025
All names, places, characters and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. Any similarities to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, events or locations is entirely coincidental. All sexually active characters are at or above the age of eighteen.
Themes include mother-daughter incest, mother-son incest, and graphic scat sex.
Consider yourself warned.
Jessica checked her makeup in the visor mirror and turned to her son, Nathan.
"How do I look?" she asked.
"You look like a whore," her daughter, Sierra, said from the backseat.
The slim, 42-year-old blonde craned her neck and shot her hot, smart-ass daughter a look. Smiling and playfully blinking her eyes, Sierra was dressed like a streetwalker. She wore fishnets, cut-off shorts, and a bikini top that barely covered her nipples. Her outfit put Jessica's low-cut mini-dress to shame.
"Takes one to know one," Jessica smartly returned. "Back in my day, we had a saying about girls dressed like you."
Sierra cocked a brow. "Are you going to enlighten us?"
"You look like you could suck a golf ball through three feet of garden hose," Jessica said.
"And you look like you could do it through five," Sierra fired back.
Jessica's lips curled upward. She loved it when she and her daughter ribbed each other. It was how they expressed their affection. Turning back to her son, she reached across the gearshift and stroked his thigh, saying, "Honey, doesn't your sister look like she'd let a stranger piss in her shithole for twenty bucks?"
"Mom's right," Nathan said. "You skanked it up tonight, Sierra."
"Both of you can eat a bag of cunts," Sierra told them.
"But in all seriousness, Mom, you also look like a whore," Nathan said.
Jessica adjusted her tits and peered out of the windshield at the squat, featureless building looming on the other side of the parking lot.
One side was an adult bookstore with special booths in the back, while the other housed a strip club where the girls went beyond stage routines and lap dances. She said, "Then we're both dressed right for the occasion."
"How many dicks do you plan on sucking tonight?" Jessica's son asked her.
She thought about her last visit to this glory hole. "Over twelve, I hope. That's my personal best."
"What about you, Sierra?" Nathan asked his sister.
Surprisingly, the girl had no witty comeback. Jessica was about to ask if something was wrong when an awful smell hit her.
"Damn, Sierra!" Nathan said.
"Sierra, that straight up smells like shit," Jessica noted. "Did you just drop a load in your shorts?"
Sierra grinned at both of them and clarified. "No, it was only an SBD. But I'm prairie dogging a turd for sure."
Jessica's cunt moistened as her daughter's eggy, fecal-scented fart crinkled her nose hairs. Glancing at Nathan's crotch, she spotted a lump that told her he also approved of the fart.
"Well, you know the drill. Save it for inside the booth," Jessica told her daughter.
Sierra fidgeted. "I'll suck the log in, but we should go, because it'll come out sooner rather than later."
Jessica nodded. It was about that time, anyway. "Right, let's do it."
All three of them exited the vehicle, doors shutting one after another. Jessica quivered with anticipation against the setting sun, the air still carrying the day's humidity. They approached the building, and Nathan paused and announced, "I'm going to the club. Maybe get a few lap dances. Then, I'll come to the store."
"Do you need money?" Jessica asked as her daughter joined her at the hip and wrapped her in a sideways hug.
"No, I've got plenty," Nathan said.
"I want you to enjoy yourself," Jessica said. "So fuck if the price is right. But don't blow your load in some dancer's snatch."
"Mom, you know I save all my cum for you," Nathan promised.
Jessica nodded approvingly, then pursed her lips and tapped them with an index finger. Nathan leaned in and planted a kiss. He took off, and Sierra split from Jessica.
"Let's go!" her daughter said excitedly.
Jessica followed into the bookstore. A short, stocky man with a full beard stood behind the check-out counter, observing the two of them. Jessica and Ernie were long-time fuck buddies, and he was well-versed in the art of scat sex. He said, "Hey, Jess. I got your text. The booth is all ready for you and Sierra."
Jessica walked up to the counter. "And I'm assuming you sent the word out that tonight's activities are going to get messy?"
"You bet," he replied with a half-cocked smile.
"You're such a darling," Jessica said. "I hope to see your prick come through my hole tonight. If not, Sierra will take excellent care of you. She's become quite the cocksucker lately."