This story is for ADULT amusement only. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are insulted by sexually explicit subject matter or language, please DO NOT read this!
This story is a work of fiction! It is not real! All characters and events portrayed in it are imaginary, and any similarity to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author does not condone or endorse incest in any way, shape or form!
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Copyright Β© 2006 L.A.Wicker. All rights reserved.
Ok, this is a long one. If you want something to jerk off to, better look someplace other than this. I already know my spelling and grammar sucks, so don't bother telling me. I'm still looking for an editor. I'd like a lady that loves incest and romance type stories. Anyone up for helping?
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Jon was lying on the couch watching the fire when the electric went off. "Oh shit!" he said knowing it was going to be getting very cold in the massive house with no furnace. He went to the back porch and starting getting as much wood as he could carry, hoping they had enough to last out the big storm. He put two large logs on the fire and went upstairs to check on Mom.
He crept up to her door, gently turned the knob and peeked in. She was lying on her stomach, her wonderful ass was uncovered and it look so good, he felt his cock starting to grow. 'My Lord! You look so fuckin' good!' he moaned to himself, wishing all the crap from the past would have never happened. 'I wonder if we would have still been together or not?' he asked himself walking towards her, seeing her tiny ass and the equally small pair of black panties she was wearing.
Jon reached down, running his hand over her right cheek, thinking of all the times that he'd enjoyed touching her this same way. "Hey, you need to come downstairs. The power is out," he whispered in a soft voice as he gently pulled his hand away from her butt.
"Ok," she yawned, making sure to stretch, knowing her small shirt would give Jon a great view of her lonely breasts and nipples. "What time is it?" Carla asked sitting up, looking at his crotch, seeing he was nice and hard. 'Mmm, I hope that's for me!' she thought, hoping they'd get to finish what 'almost' happened ten years ago. She needed her baby back inside her, not as her son, but as her lover.
"It's just after 4. Come on! Get that sexy ass downstairs!" he said giving her a good slap on the ass and he ran from the room, laughing at the shocked look on her beautiful face.
"I wish you'd just give in and fuck me," she moaned as the stinging from her ass flowed over her body and to her aching clit. "I wanta feel that big, hard cock up my pussy!" Carla said getting a little surprise from the closet for him. "You're going to love these!" she smiled pulling up the very tight, blue spandex pants and made her way down to the living room.
He was sitting next to the fire when she walked in. 'Oh great! Just what I need to see,' he thought looking at her wearing the stretchy pants, remembering how much he used to love feeling her up when she wore them. "Fuck! You never give up, do you?" he said feeling his cock trying to rip from his pants.
"Not when I'm trying to get my lover back," she said easing down on the floor next to him, making sure he saw pants very good. "Remember these?" Carla asked in a soft, lustful voice, running her hands over them as she smiled.
"Oh yes!" he replied trying not to look at her or the damn pants. They had so much fun when she wore them for him.
"Wanta feel them?" she whispered, hoping he would. She missed his big hands grabbing her ass, feeling up her thighs, but most of all, she loved when he'd rub her pussy.
He wanted to scream, but held it in and simply replied, "No!"
"Come on. I know you're dying too. You used to love it when I'd wear them for you. I loved your hands on me, it was just like I was naked!" she purred like a cat in heat, running her own hands up her inflamed thighs, stopping just before she reached her pussy. She wanted 'him' to touch it.
He remembered all to well. His favorite thing to do was, lying behind her, rubbing against her ass when they snuggled together. It lead to some very interesting things. He had to smile at her, she never gave up. "I always liked rubbing on your ass," he said lighting the joint, hoping he could at least hold out until morning, but she was making it so hard.
She took the joint from him and softly inhaled. "Oh nice!" Carla said with a big smile. "I'm gunna be wasted!" she giggled, hoping he'd give in to her and finish what they started ten years ago. She needed her baby inside her, easing the horrible burning in her pussy.
"Good, then I can drive your ass nuts for awhile!" he winked, knowing she'd be his in just a few minutes. He loved getting her high; she'd do anything he wanted. Well, she always did, but he liked her being under his 'full' control.
"I'd like that! Remember the first time I smoked with you?" she asked as visions of the night filled her mind.
They were in his room, enjoying a joint very much like the one she was holding right now. He laid her on his bed, massaged every inch of her body and they ended the magnificent evening by doing a sixty-nine together.
"That was nice," he replied thinking of eating her sweet tasting pussy and how nice it was when she came on his tongue.