It had been a long and exhausting flight, and I was really looking forward to seeing Mom and Dad again. I had had a rewarding couple of years as an aid volunteer in Cambodia, but I had so missed my own bed and Mom's cooking. Admittedly, as a seventeen year old I hadn't been able to wait to escape the restrictions of home, but after only six months away experiencing the deprivation and abject poverty in the South East Asian villages, I began to really appreciate what I had left behind. I stuck it out for a further eighteen months, but by then I'd seen more than enough misery to last a lifetime. I'd even be glad to see Danni again. Danni was my twin sister, and like typical siblings we had always seemed to be at war with each other, but in the past two years I'd matured in my attitudes so perhaps she had also.
I understood now that what I had seen as Dad's dictatorial attitude was just his awkward way of trying to set me on the right path, just as Mom's apparent possessiveness was her way of shielding me from the big bad world. Now I would more than happy to feel her plump arms pressing me to her voluminous breasts, and hear his gruff voice barking out orders. Not that I would take any notice of him, but it would be definite confirmation that I was finally home. He wasn't really my dad, because Mom had only been fifteen when she had Donna and me, and she had met and married him when she was eighteen. The identity of our natural father was seldom discussed, and every time I asked, Mom changed the subject. The name on our birth certificates was that of a boy who had moved to another city with his parents soon after Mom became pregnant. The truth was to come out eventually, but by then so much had happened that it came as no great surprise.
I caught a cab from the airport, and asked the driver to drop me off at the corner of the street, intending to sneak into the house and surprise everyone. Little did I know the surprise I would be getting. Letting myself in through the back door, I tiptoed into the living room, but my heart sank when I found nobody. I went through the house, checking every room twice until I eventually had to accept that nobody was home. Still, it didn't mean I couldn't spring a surprise, because it would be just as good if Mom and Dad came home and found me sitting on the couch as though I'd never been away. Just as I was leaving their bedroom I noticed an envelope in the wastebasket next to the computer desk. Opening the flap, I withdrew what I recognised as a wedding anniversary card, and I suddenly realised that my parents' anniversary had been just three days ago. Opening the card I found a CD, on which was written in Mom's neat hand, "To my darling husband. I hope you like the surprise."
Curiosity aroused, I switched on Mom's computer and inserted the disc. When it had booted up I found a rear view photo of a stunningly slender brunette, totally nude. One by one I clicked through the photos that followed, each a little more provocative than the last, but all with a hand placed modestly in the strategic places. Although the nipples were concealed, the ripe perfection of her breasts, the promise contained in the parted thighs, and the thought of what was hidden by those carefully placed hands caused my cock to stir, and in seconds I had a hard on that would crack a diamond. Whoever was in the photos was certainly alluring, and the way she hid everything made her even more so. As I slowly stroked my bone my eyes moved to her face for the first time, and my jaw dropped in shock. It couldn't possibly be, but it unmistakably was! It seemed to me that it was obviously photoshopped, but this sleek babe most men would give their eye teeth to fuck was wearing my mother's face! Mom was at least sixty pounds heavier than the babe in the photos, but the thought of her having a body even remotely like that made my cock throb, and I knew I would never be able to look at her in the same way again.
Feeling guilty about having such shocking thoughts about my own mother, I removed the disc from the computer and slipping it into the envelope with the card, I carefully replaced it as I had found it. No sooner had I switched off the computer, when I heard a car pull into the driveway, and I hastily dashed downstairs and seated myself on the couch just as the front door opened.
I gawked in stunned disbelief at the woman who walked in. It was Mom's face, but she definitely had the svelte body I had been fantasising about in the photos. She let out a scream of surprised delight when she saw me, and I barely had time to stand up before she threw herself into my arms. "Oh Danny!" she gasped. "It's so good to have you home. Let me look at you. Has it really only been two years? You've grown so much." She held me at arm's length as she looked me up and down. "My god, you're even more handsome than ever."
I grinned as I looked her over. "You've changed a bit yourself Mom." This was a gross understatement, because she looked even more sensational in the flesh than in the carefully posed photos. "What happened? And where's Dad and Danni?"
Her face fell and her shoulders drooped. "Danni is at your Grandpa's for a few days. Dad's gone Danny. He left me. I should have seen it coming but I didn't. Things haven't been so good between us for a long time, but we hid it from you. He was always picking on me about my weight, and then soon after you left I began to suspect he was seeing someone else. I didn't want to lose him so I began dieting and exercising. I thought it was working because although he hadn't touched me in over a year he started looking at me differently, so to clinch it I had some – shall we say, 'interesting' – photos taken for our anniversary. I gave them to him a few days ago and he hit the roof, called me a slut for letting a stranger see my nude body, and stormed out. Thinking about it now I realise it was just the excuse he'd been looking for."
Mom had no reservations about mentioning the photos, because she had always encouraged us to be open rather than secretive. In fact she had often mentioned that before she met Dad she had only ever been intimate with one man, and he had been the one who made her pregnant. When she finished telling me about Dad's reaction to the photos she broke down sobbing, and I took her awkwardly in my arms, trying to give her what little comfort I could. After what seemed like forever she finally fell silent, and I became increasingly conscious of her gorgeous feminine body pressed tightly against me. I swear I didn't intend it, but suddenly my hand was on the swelling of her boob, squeezing and moving in gentle circles. She stiffened for a moment and then relaxed. "Oh Danny," she whispered, covering my hand with hers. "You know you shouldn't do that. I'm your mother." I heard the words, but the action spoke louder. For just an instant she had pressed my hand tighter against her, and instead of pushing it away, when she removed her own hand she left mine where it was. Unable to help myself I switched to her other breast, tweaking her nipple through the double layer of fabric.
I opened my mouth to tell her I had seen the photos, but that would have been an admission that I had been prying, and one rule we had always strictly observed in the household was never to invade anyone else's space. Instead I looked into her eyes, uncertain what it was that I saw there. "Mom, if you can tell me with complete honesty that you want me to stop I will."
She thought for a moment, then shook her head in resignation. "I can't Danny," she said quietly, "because the truth is I want you. I've wanted you for longer than you can imagine but I said and did nothing because I was afraid you'd think me bad. Even though I loved your Dad, many times when he was doing it to me I've wished it was you inside me. Until I felt your hand on my breasts just now I've never been able to admit it even to myself."
By the time she finished speaking my hands were inside her shirt and under her bra, fondling the firm flesh and teasing the hard rubbery nipples. The tone of her voice had made it quite clear that she had absolutely no qualms about incest, and she stood calmly as I stripped her to the waist and studied her superb tits with their prominent brown nipples. I lowered my head to take one into my mouth, sucking hungrily as I fumbled with the fastening of her jeans, and she reached to unbuckle my belt. She dropped to her knees in surrender, pulling down my jeans and shorts in one move. "Come to Momma," she murmured, taking my rigid schlong between her full lips, and I let out a moan as I watched my pole sliding sensually in and out of my mother's mouth.
"Oh god Mom," I gasped, "that's awesome. Suck it hard. Suck my big cock dry. Let me cum down your throat."
