LEGAL DECLARATION:
This is a work of fiction written solely to entertain.
All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.
The situations described in this story are for the sole purpose of entertaining the reader. Events and Characters in the story are completely fictional and any resemblance to real world persons or events are purely coincidental.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS:
I'd like to thank my editor, markf52.
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STORY:
Tara heard the sound of her husband's car entering the garage and she tried to wake up her son, who was sleeping, naked, beside her. "Anthony! Anthony! Wake up! Your father's home!"
Anthony woke up with a start, he collected his clothes, ran upstairs and went into his shower. His mother did the same and went into her shower.
After he finished showering, he came down and resumed watching TV. His father sat next to him on the couch, where he had fucked his mother, and watched TV. It seemed like his father didn't suspect anything.
"Are you feeling well now, dear?"
Anthony looked around to see that his father was talking to his mother.
"Yes, honey, I feel much better now."
Soon Marge came home and the family dined together. That night, Anthony slept like a log and his dreams were filled with his mother. Tara also had a good night's sleep, as her lust was finally satisfied.
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For the next week, Tara and Anthony fucked each other whenever they could. It was difficult keeping it from Marge. Also, Tara didn't know that Anthony and Marge had a sexual relationship. Anthony didn't know how to let her know. So, he decided to get help from Marge. She had always been the smarter of the two when it came to relationship stuff.
One day, Anthony and Marge were lying down on his bed after their "post--lunch fuck" and he decided to tell Marge the truth about him and their mother.
"Hey, Marge?"
"Yeah?"
"I need to tell you something."
"What is it?"
"I kind of had sex with another woman."
Marge got up from the bed, "Who is it?" she asked excitedly.
"Well, it's kind of embarrassing."
"Oh, come on! You've literally fucked your twin sister. How could it be more embarrassing?"
"You'd be surprised."
Marge had a confused expression on her face and Anthony realized that there was no easy way to do this. So he decided to rip the band--aid off. "It's Mom."
"What?"
Marge still had the confused expression on her face. It seemed that, to Marge, the very possibility that her goody--two shoes mother could have had sex with her own son seemed impossible.
"It's Mom! The woman I had sex with is Mom."
Marge looked at him, dumbstruck, for a moment, then she threw her head back and laughed, "Nice one, Anthony."
Anthony grabbed her by her shoulders and looked into her eyes, "Marge! Me and Mom had sex," he told her again, with a completely serious look on his face.
Marge looked into his eyes and saw that he was telling the truth. She laid down on the bed since she didn't know how to feel about this new revelation. Suddenly, another thought entered her brain. She got up and turned to face Anthony, "Mom doesn't know about us, right?"
"No."
"Thank God. If she did, she'd kill me."
"Will she though?" Anthony asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, Liz was my girlfriend and she saw you and me fucking, but she didn't do anything. Also, Liz had every reason to "out" us. From her point of view, we were committing incest, but she still didn't say anything. Why do you think Mom will be angry about you and I having sex?"
"Because we're her kids, idiot! But thinking about it, it was pretty weird that Liz didn't have a stronger reaction. Maybe there's something in what you're saying. Maybe, Mom might not be angry at us. I'm still having a hard time accepting the fact that she had sex with you."
Anthony knew that the reason why Liz didn't react to Anthony and Marge fucking was his pheromones. He was counting on his pheromones to calm his mother down when she finds out about him and Marge.
"I'm just asking you for a way to let Mom know that we're doing it."
Marge thought about it for a long time and then, suddenly, her eyes brightened, "I know what we have to do, Anthony."
"What is it?"
"I have to walk in on you having sex with Mom."
"How will that help our situation?"
"If I walk in on you having sex with Mom, then she's the one in the wrong, as she's the one who got caught fucking her own son. Think about it! What mother would want to be discovered by her own daughter while she was fucking her son? If I catch her when she's fucking you, she'll never be able to talk one word against us fucking each other."
This plan sounded good to Anthony. "How are we going to execute it?"
"The next time you're fucking Mom, text me when and where you're doing it. I'll walk in on you guys fucking."
"I'll do it."
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Anthony didn't have to wait too long to put their plan into action. Two days after Anthony and Marge came up with the plan, Anthony got the opportunity to execute it.
Anthony was at home when his mother called him from work.
"Anthony?"
"Yes, Mom."
"Is your sister home?"
Anthony jumped in joy. Whenever she asked him that question, it meant that she was going to drive over from work and they were gonna fuck. "No, Mom. She's over at Liz's."
"Ok, then I'll come home."
"Ok, Mom."
Anthony hung up the phone and rushed to his sister's room.
"Marge! Mom's coming home and she wants to have sex with me!"
"That's great news, Anthony!"
"I told her that you're not home, so I need you to go out for about an hour and then come back. This way, when you come back, me and Mom will be fucking."
Marge immediately left home and in a few minutes Anthony heard his mother's car. He stayed in his room and his mother came up and opened his room's door. She gave him a naughty smile as she walked over to him, laid down beside him on his bed and kissed him passionately, Anthony returned her kiss.
Mother and son stayed there kissing for a while. Anthony slowly grabbed her tits through her shirt and squeezed them. "What did you tell Dad to skip work?"
"I told him I was not feeling well."
Tara and Anthony continued to kiss. Anthony slowly unbuttoned her shirt and removed it. She was wearing a black bra and the outline of her nipples were visible from underneath her bra.
Anthony licked the outline of her nipples through her bra and Tara took off her son's shirt. Mother and son embraced each other and kissed. They lost themselves in the kiss.
Anthony took off her pants, she was wearing black panties. She unbuttoned his pants and took them off and then she took off his underwear.
His proud and erect cock broke free from its constraints. Tara bent down and licked the head of his cock and then, she took the head of his cock into her mouth and licked it. She swallowed his pre--cum and she loved its taste.
She slowly took the rest of his cock inside her mouth and she started sucking it. Anthony was in heaven, as there were few pleasures in the world that were greater than the pleasure of getting his cock sucked by his mother.
Unknown to mother and son, Marge had already entered the house and was watching them from outside Anthony's room. The door to Anthony's room was slightly open and Marge was watching her mother suck her brother's dick through that opening.
Marge opened the door and entered the room, "His dick is really the best, isn't it?"
Tara looked up to see her daughter standing before them, inside the room. Tara was shocked and ashamed. Her daughter finding out about her and Anthony was the last thing she wanted to happen.
She got up from the bed and tried to explain it to her daughter, "Marge! It 's not like what it looks like!"
"Oh, really? Then what exactly is it, Mom? Because it looks like you were sucking your son's cock."
Tara didn't know how to get out of this. She hung her head in shame as tears formed in the corner of her eyes.
Marge got on the bed and laid down near her mother. Marge caressed her face and then Marge kissed her mother.
"Marge! What are you doing?"
"It's ok, Mom. It looks like you've already fucked one of your children. Why don't you fuck the other one too? Don't fight this."