Jeff has incestuous sex with his MILF of a mother, Rose, with plans to have sex with his adult, big sister, his MILF of an aunt, and his sexy, adult cousin. Flashing him her naked breasts, Rose stroked and sucked her son while he had his wicked, sexual way with her naked tits.
I'm Brianna, Jeff's girlfriend. After he unwittingly gave me my sexual fantasy of being fucked in my ass by a stranger, I wanted to give Jeff his sexual fantasy, too. No judgment, but his sexual fantasy sounded rather disgusting to me. Instead of wanting to have sex with a busty blonde and/or a sexy redhead, his sexual fantasy was to have incestuous sex with not only his mother, but also with his sister, his aunt, and his cousin. Yet, however gross it was, I was willing to go along with it.
'Eww. Gross,' I thought when he told me.
Having dreamt this sexy scenario and masturbated over it many times, he told me that he had always wanted to see, feel, fondle, and suck his mother's, sister's, aunt's, and cousin's big, naked breasts while fingering their erect nipples. He told me that, while naked, his sexual fantasy was to be hugged by his topless mother, topless sister, topless aunt, and topless cousin while they stroked his cock and he had his wicked, sexual way with their naked breasts. Taking it upon myself and ready to have an awkward conversation with his mother, I visited her to ask if she'd be willing to help her son with his sexual fantasy.
"Hi Brianna," said Rose, Jeff's Mom. "How are you?"
Something so outrageously forbidden, I gave her a sexy smile while hoping that she was slutty enough to want to expose her naked breasts to her son and sexually play with his naked prick. I couldn't imagine that she'd be willing to expose her naked breasts to her son. I couldn't imagine that she'd willingly stroke his cock and allow him to feel and fondle her naked breasts while fingering her nipples. Yet, worth a try, most women, especially those women living alone without a man, are closet whores.
"I'm good and how are you?" I asked.
She shrugged while grabbing her shoulder and lower back.
"Except for some aches and pains with all of this rain and dampness, I'm good," she said. "I've never seen as much rain. I'm waiting to see Noah appear with the ark of animals," she said with a laugh.
I nodded my head while thinking how to ask what I needed to ask. I was nervous about asking her if she'd show her son her naked breasts and allow him to touch them, feel them, and fondle them while she stroked his cock. Crossing the incestuous line, how do you ask a mother if she'd have sex with her son without me looking like a whore? There was no easy way to ask a mother if she'd willingly expose her naked breasts to her son while masturbating him. Instead, blurting it out, I came to the point.
"I need to ask you something and this may sound like an odd question but," I said pausing while thinking again how I could ask her the question more delicately and without offending her and disrespecting myself. Unable to think of a better way to ask her the question, I asked her while staring at the impressions her big tits made in her blouse and bra. "Has Jeff ever seen your naked breasts?"
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She looked at me as if I had just sexually assaulted her. Her mouth fell open and she put her hand to the base of her throat while looking at me as if I had accused her of being an incestuous whore. Then, surprising me, as if she was thinking about showing her son her naked breasts or remembering the last time she did, a flash of sexual arousal crossed her eyes. As if she was giving it some thought, there was a long, uncomfortable silence between us before she spoke.
"My naked breasts? My tits? Unless he's been spying and peeping on me, no, I don't think so," she said with a nervous laugh. As if the thought of her son seeing her naked breasts sexually aroused her, she looked down at her breasts before looking up at me. "Why do you ask? Has he said something for you to ask such an odd question? Did my son say that he saw my naked breasts or wanted to see my naked breasts?"
Unable to help myself, I stared at her breasts through her blouse and bra. She had big ones. Her tits were just as big as my tits. Her tits were just as big as her daughter's breasts, her sister's breasts, and her nieces' breasts. Having met them all, all of the women in Jeff's family had big, D cup breasts.
"Actually, he did say that he'd love to see your naked breasts," I said explaining. "As our way to excite our sexual relationship, Jeff and I have been exploring our sexual fantasies."
She made a face as if she was going to be sick and folded her arms across her breasts as if hiding them.
"I'd never show my son my naked breasts," said Rose softly.
Perhaps, if I confessed my sexual fantasy, she'd allow her son his sexual fantasy.
"I'm a little embarrassed to say but my sexual fantasy was to have anal sex with a stranger," I nodded my head while ready to confess what happened. "Having never had anal sex before, I was curious what it would feel like to be fucked in my ass. Jeff refused to fuck me saying that anal sex didn't appeal to him. I was hoping he'd enlist one of his friends to fuck me in my ass but he didn't volunteer one."
She made a wrinkled face as if she had just swallowed a bug.
"Anal sex? Dear God, I'd never have anal sex," she said waving a hand of disinterest while giving me a sour look. "I can't imagine a man sticking his cock in my ass. That really must hurt. Matter of fact, unless a man had homosexual tendencies, I don't know why he'd rather fuck a woman from behind than to face her while kissing her and sucking her tits."
I paused again while remembering the sexual excitement I felt of being sexually taken from behind by a stranger. I remembered him feeling my ass through my skirt and panties. I remembered him lifting my skirt to expose my panty clad ass. I remembered him feeling my ass through my panties before pulling down my panties to feel my naked ass. Then, I remembered him fucking me while feeling my naked breasts and fingering my erect nipples.
'Oh, God,' I thought while wishing I could have anal sex again.
"Well, for me, it all started when a man broke into our apartment. As soon as I walked in, before I could turn on the light and close the door, he came up behind me and took me by surprise. He lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties, and fucked me in my ass. Of course, since it was dark and since your son was the only one who knew my sexual fantasy, I thought it was him but it wasn't. It was an intruder," I said. "I didn't dare tell Jeff what happened. He'd buy a gun and hunt for the man."
Rose looked at me aghast.
"You poor thing," she said.
Yet, when she said that, betraying her and exposing her for the whore that she obviously is, I saw a twinge of sexual excitement cross her eyes. Perhaps, wishing it was her being taken, she seemingly took sexual pleasure in me being taken by a stranger. Perhaps, being taken was her sexual fantasy, too.
"Are you okay?"
I nodded my head. Perhaps, not necessarily anal sex but definitely, as it is for most women, as long as they're not hurt, being taken and submitting to the sexual will of a man was obviously her sexual fantasy too. It was then that I imagined her exposing her naked breasts to her son while masturbating him. I even imagined Rose blowing her son and Jeff fucking his mother.
"I'm fine but, because of what serendipitously happened to me, I wanted to give Jeff his sexual fantasy, too," I said. "Now that I had the sexual pleasure of experiencing my erotic fantasy, I wanted him to experience the sexual pleasure of his erotic fantasy, too."
As if she was thinking about flashing her son her topless body while stroking his cock, she gave me a nervous, little smile. Clearly, I was sexually getting to her. Obviously, a positive sign, based on her big nipples making their sudden appearance, unless she was cold, she was sexually aroused.
"And pray tell, what is my son's sexual fantasy," asked Rose while showing a flash of sexual arousal again?
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I gave her my best, serious smile.
"His sexual fantasy is, while he's naked, for you to hug him while you're topless," I said. "He wants you to rub your naked breasts all over his naked chest," I said with a shrug as if it was no big deal to me.
She looked at me wide-eyed. She looked at me as if she was about to faint. Yet, once again, there was that quick flash of sexual arousal that crossed her eyes.
"What? Topless?" She looked at me as if I had been drinking. She looked at me as if I was insane. "My son wants to hug me while I'm topless? My son wants to see my naked breasts," she asked? She looked at my breasts in the way that I had been looking at her breasts. "Seriously? Oh, my. You have big breasts. Why not show him your naked breasts," asked his mother? "Let him hug you while you're topless.
I nodded my head again.
"He's seen and felt my tits lots of times," I said with a laugh. "Actually, I'm sorry to say but that's not all. He doesn't want to just see your naked breasts but also he wants to touch them, feel them, fondle them, and grope them while fingering your erect nipples, and sucking your tits," I said.
A longer flash of sexual arousal showed on her face again.
"Oh, my," she said again while absent mindlessly sliding a slow hand over her big breasts and a slow tongue across her red, full lips. "My son wants to suck my tits? Seriously? Wow."
As if she was making a big deal out of nothing, I shrugged again. Actually, aside from her being his mother, it was just tits. I really hate it when women play the innocent virgin role, especially when they're not.
"Even more than that, while he's having his wicked, sexual way with your naked breasts, he'd like you to fondle and stroke his naked prick," I said. "Jeff wants you to give him a hand job."
Her mouth fell open again. What's the big deal? No doubt, she's given men plenty of hand jobs before.
"I'm sorry. What did you say? My son wants me, his mother, to give him a hand job? Oh, my," she said again. "It's not enough that he wants to see my naked breasts, feel my naked breasts, and suck my naked tits but he wants me to stroke his naked prick."
I watched her unconsciously sliding a slow hand across her erect nipples.
"Yes," I said. "He wants you to stroke his cock while he feels your tits."
As if I wasn't there, she mindlessly fingered her nipples.
"Sorry but I can't do that," she said shaking her head while waving her hands as if trying to stop traffic. "I can't stroke my son's prick. I can't give him a hand job. I'm his mother and he's my son. We're blood related. That's nasty. That's incest."
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I gave her a little smile.
