Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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This happened a few years ago during the Coronavirus pandemic. After three months of confinement to my house, and not having had a cock near my pussy since two months prior that, making it five months all told, I was literally burning up with sexual heat. I was at a stage of going-crazy hot, and was fingering my pussy near every night and sometimes even during the day, to deal with that demanding fire in my loins. And then something hit me like a ton of bricks falling onto my head and opening it up to a revelation; I suddenly came to the shocking realization that I had been constantly eyeing up another woman's body and having fantasies about it over the last two days. With only one thought - I want to fuck her. Holy fuck! What's wrong with you, I was thinking.
So there I was on an early Sunday morning, eyeing up the slightly thick figure of the only other person in the house with me since the curfew. I was hot and nervous and I suspect, a bit wet down there, from watching her moving about in her short, sheer night dress. Her thirty-five year old fluffy figure was in excellent condition - almost on par I thought with my twenty-year old neat, slim body. Why you don't go put on something decent, I was thinking, but then again no, fuck that, I'm enjoying this. There was a fever in my crotch that wasn't the coronavirus type, and it needed any type of medication available.
She came between me and the television and bent over to pick up a couple of glasses and a bottle and some juice cans and saucers left there from the night before. Over the past couple of months we'd been taking a regular drink in the evenings and even the afternoons, while playing at board games, watching TV, or reading to while away those long, no-work hours. As she bent over gathering up stuff, legs slightly spread, half her ass was clearly visible because of the short nightie. I knew for a fact that she wasn't seeing her periods, so what I was viewing was a seriously fat vulva hugged by thin, V-cut orange panties. I felt my own pussy twitch just from watching her bump. A twitch that had been recurring at progressive intervals since I realized two days ago that I had become sexually attracted to her.
She straightened up and walked toward the kitchen leaving some of the items; her hands obviously couldn't carry everything. I thanked heaven. When I heard her returning I looked up in her direction before she turned around to lean over the table. The nipples on her full C cup breasts were a tempting eyeful and I licked my lips lustily. Again she bent over, giving a good view of her thick goodies. I noticed that the legs of the panties had somehow slipped deep into her ass crack after she'd left the room, looking more like a G-string now, I couldn't help wondering if the lady was flashing me, especially when a few minutes later she returned with dust pan and brush and squatted wide legged, facing me to scoop up spilled nuts or something. I was now afforded a frontal view of the juicy crotch. She walked back to the kitchen with her big, round cheeks bouncing against the thin nightie. I was definitely wet, and shocked.
The shock did not come solely because it was another woman I was suddenly hot for. I'm no prude, and though never having felt the need to have sex with a woman, and only ever thought about it in wondering what it would feel like. I knew that under the present circumstances I didn't possess the necessary inhibitions or moral fortitude to make me shy away from jumping an available woman. I needed sex badly, and any gender would do; hell, I'd hump a stuffed teddy if I had one. My pillows could attest to that. The shock was caused by the fact that the woman setting my pussy on fire was my own mother, Jackie! I interchanged, according to mood or situation, between calling her Jackie or mommy.
Jackie had given birth to me when she was fifteen, after being taken advantage of by a middle-aged family member. Upon discovery that she was pregnant, she was sent to live with relatives in the country side, seventy miles away, where she remained until after delivery. She came back a few months after and continued her education at a private school, leaving me behind. She and my grandmother would visit me from time to time and I was told from an early age that she was my real mother. I finally moved in with her when I was fifteen, to do my senior secondary final year in a city school. Although she went on dates and to parties, Jackie never brought home a boyfriend.
I knew that she was as horny if not hornier than I. a few weeks back we had both, in tacit agreement it seemed, started selecting the sexiest of movies or shows that were available on Netflix. Many times I would find myself surreptitiously moving my hand down between my thighs to rub or press hard into my heated vulva during a steamy scene on the TV screen. Once, weeks ago. when glancing sideways to see if my mother was fully engrossed in the show so that she wouldn't notice my notice my actions, I found to my surprise, that she was doing the very thing I was about to do. There was no doubt about it, I could clearly see her hand and folded fingers moving between her thickish thighs. I quickly looked away and proceeded to have my own moment of weakness. It continued to happen most every night.
All day I was thinking of the morning's sexy episode and wondering if being horny, Jackie was indulging in a little harmless flirting and sex play just to bring some bit of excitement and sensuality into her present cold and mundane existence, probably with no intention of letting things get out of hand. But what if she had suddenly become sexually attracted to me, her daughter, Margie, just as I had suddenly found myself wanting to get down and dirty with her. What if it was her intention to take it further, and her flashing was just preliminary work? What would I do if confronted with such a situation? It didn't take long for me to make up my mind what I would do, and the mere thought of that possibility had me glowing and itching in private places.
Later that evening I decided to return the favour she'd so casually bestowed on me that morning. After bath I put on a short white camisole top with stringy straps and a deep V, along with white lace, French knickers, the legs of which left a large portion of my ample mid-tan ass exposed. Us moving about the house skimpily dressed was nothing unusual, sometimes we even moved about briefly in bra and panties or panties alone, going to or from bedroom to bathroom or when hurriedly dressing or pressing clothes to put on right then. This time though, the modalities had shifted in a definitely more serious and meaningful direction. I waited until she was seated, to get up and head for the kitchen. But first went to the table and backing her, bent over to shift aside the figurine that usually occupied the centre of the glass table.
I spread wide and took my time moving the figurine and the leather mat it was resting on. I then picked up coasters from a pile and laid them out for our glasses. I knew that if she was looking she was getting a good view of her daughter's lady bump which was partially swollen from the excitement of flirting for mommy's eyes. Inside the kitchen, before returning with the tray of glasses, bottle, cans and ice, I let out a good portion of my cone-like B cup puffy breasts from the camisole V. so while I was bent over fixing drinks I had but to give a quick subtle pull on the front of the top for it to pop right out. I turned my head around to speak and caught Jackie staring at my ass.
"I only brought vodka, Jackie ... our crème liqueur and beers are running low we'll have to order stuff soon, at the rate we're becoming alcoholics ... we'll leave those for daytime relaxation and use the vodka and rum ... we have one bottle of rum ... for nighttime," I said giggling.
My mother giggled along with me like we were doing something awfully wicked by drinking. I had mixed one glass of vodka and orange juice when she said:
"I would like the rum if you don't mind darling."
"Ok, mommy, I'll go get it," I said.
My one track mind told me that she asked for the rum because she wanted to see more of her baby's ass and boobs parading before her. I remembered that I'd already exposed my boob in preparation for taking the drink to her. I picked up the glass, put in some ice and threw in a bit of coke. I turned around and took the glass to her, leaning over with my bared pointy young tit a foot away from her face. She stared at it as I handed her the glass.
"Here, soften up your palate till I bring the rum," I said, giggling again
She looked at the glass, took a quick glance at my tit and then looked back at the glass.
"Put a wee bit of vodka in it," she said.
I moved to the table and spread wide as I poured a good shot of vodka into the coke, thinking that the old vixen was definitely milking everything she could out of my near nakedness; having her little wicked fun. If she hadn't yet made up her mind to go the distance I was sure that with the liquor and a little help from me she soon would. I handed her the vodka and coke and she took it while looking briefly at my tit. Her eyes on the cone tip made my pussy twitch.
