Brendan checked the time on his computer and pulled a face. His Mom wouldn't be home for an hour. He fished in his pocket for the slip of paper and carefully typed in the link. One of his regulars at the service station, where he worked a four hour shift every morning, had told him about a website, so until his Mom came home he may as well check it out. When the site came up he followed the prompts to the chat rooms, not really expecting anything, and his eyes narrowed as he scanned the list. He had been sure his customer had been bullshitting him, but there it was.
Taboo Chat Room.
Where the family that stays together plays together.
He clicked on the room, then swore under his breath when a registration page came up. It hadn't occurred to him that he would need to sign up to access the site. The last thing he wanted was to give his personal details, so he scrolled down until he found the privacy policy. This didn't seem so bad. The only thing anybody would see would be his nickname. All the other shit they asked for was purely to determine that he was over eighteen. He began to fill in the registration, but when he came to the section that asked for a nickname he hesitated. Everyone he knew also knew his regular nickname so he couldn't use that. He thought for a few minutes, then decided that considering the type of chat he was interested in, he may as well choose a name that reflected the subject. Clicking on the appropriate box he typed in "Mofo", the slang word for motherfucker, followed by his password. Seconds later he received a confirmation email, and after clicking the link he was directed back to the site, where he quickly went to the taboo chat room.
"Fuck, I didn't know so many people were into this stuff," he thought, running his eye down the long list of names. There were so many that he didn't know where to start. For several minutes he stared blankly at the list of weird, imaginative, and not so and imaginative nicknames, and then suddenly a message flashed at the bottom of his screen. He opened the message and grinned at the name. "Dadinme" didn't exactly impress with its originality.
"Hey Mofo", he read. "Wassup? Are you really a mofo?"
He was a little surprised at the bluntness of the question, and for a moment wasn't sure how to respond. "Why do you ask?" he typed.
The reply came immediately. "Isn't that what this room is about? Everyone in here either does it or wishes they could."
"OK then, which one are you?"
"I'm a doer."
"Really? Who with?"
"Can't you work that out from my nick?"
"Oh right. OK, I don't want to sound stupid, but are you a girl or a guy?"
"Girl of course, and before you ask my dad has been fucking me for 4 years since I was 18. How about you? Do you do it with your mom or do you just wish you could?"
Before he could frame a reply another message flashed. "Hey, I gotta go. Hubby came home. I'll be here tomorrow if you wanna chat. Cya."
Brendan heaved a sigh of relief as the connection was broken. He hadn't expected to be asked such intimate questions, at least not from the start, and certainly wasn't comfortable about answering them. Nonetheless, the frankness of "Dadinme" had not altogether been without its effect on him, and the thought of a twenty two year old being fucked by her father made his cock stir. The sound of a car door slamming startled him, and he glanced again at the computer clock. Signing in to the site had taken longer than he realised, and he hastily logged out. He descended the stairs to the living room just as his mom came in, and as she kissed his cheek his hand went automatically to her breast.
"Not just now Baby," she smiled, pushing him away gently. "I need a shower and some food. How about fixing your Mom some scrambled eggs while I freshen up?"
As he cracked the eggs into a bowl, he reflected on how nice and firm she had felt in his palm, and reminded himself that he would have to be more careful. Although she never protested, there could be hell to pay if his Dad ever saw him feeling his Mom's tits. He was spooning the eggs on to the toast when she returned from the bathroom in her robe, with a towel around her head. Her face was glowing from the hot shower, and he thought to himself how much more beautiful she seemed without make up. At forty four her still flawless skin took tears off her age, and the way her firm breasts swelled under her robe added to the illusion.
Wolfing down his meal, he pushed away from the table and went to stand behind her chair. As she sipped her coffee he slid his hand inside her robe, and he exulted at the way her nipples stiffened under his touch. Her laugh was music to his ears. "Wow, something sure has you fired up. Whatever it is I like it." She glanced at the clock on the wall and stood up. "Your Dad will be home in about an hour, so let's not waste time."
Taking his hand she led him to her bedroom, shrugging out of her robe and stretching out on the soft covers, eyes gleaming as she watched him undress. As always, he was awestruck by the perfection of her body, from her firm breasts standing proudly from her ribcage, surmounted by tight hard brown nipples, down past her trim waist and softly rounded tummy to her full hips and neatly trimmed mound.
She was obviously as eager as he was, because she reached for his erection, using it to pull him on top of her and guiding the rubbery tip to her moist slit. "Now Brendan, I want you in me now. Give your Mom your hard cock." He pushed into her wet pussy with a contented sigh. It was always exciting fucking his Mom, but it was even more so when he fucked her in the bed she shared with his Dad. Her wetness was scalding on his shaft, and he lowered his mouth to her tits, feasting greedily as he drove in and out of her clinging twat. She clutched him to her, raising her hips to meet him. "That's it Baby, fuck your Mom. Faster! I'm nearly there! Oh yes! Make me cum! Oh yesss!" Her thick creamy fluids burst out around his plunging shaft and his cock exploded, pumping a stream of hot cum deep inside his Mom's cunt.
Withdrawing his glistening rod he knelt between her legs, watching their mingled cum oozing from her puffed and reddened pussy lips. The last year had been almost perfect. Only one thing could have made it better, and that was to have his sister Denise lying naked beside his Mom, waiting for her share of his cock. It would never happen of course, because she was married and living across town with her husband. Brendan had had the hots for his sister for as long as he could remember, but although he had managed to catch rare glimpses of her boobs, and on one memorable occasion he had sneaked a look at her shaven slit up her skirt, she seemed almost oblivious to his existence.
Then a couple of years ago she had married her long time boyfriend Don, and even those rare pleasures were denied him. At least for a while. Strangely enough he 'saw' more of her when he visited than he had when she had lived at home, because now that she no longer needed to worry about whether or not her parents would approve, whenever Brendan turned up she was always wearing skimpy clothing. She explained this by saying Don liked her to dress sexily, and had confided to her brother that her husband didn't even like her wearing underwear, so he could lift her miniscule skirt and look at her pussy whenever he wanted. This revelation suited Brendan perfectly, because now he could sneak sly peeks down her neckline at her perfect tits, and sometimes when she stooped or bent down, she inadvertently revealed her great ass or her meticulously shaven slit.
