A Note On Fantasy: This is a work of fantasy. By definition it has no bearing on reality. There are good reasons why societal boundaries exist against incest. Fantasy is a way for humans to explore feelings through imagination and stories that stretch the boundaries of the mind but should never be confused with ideas to be acted on. Please read with this in mind.
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He could barely process what he was seeing right now. The unthinkable had become a regular part of his life in just a few weeks.
Below his swollen, veiny member was his mother's engorged vaginal lips coated in a combination of her own juice and his milk. And beside her spread legs, resting her face on her thick thighs was his grandmother. And up by his mother's face, lovingly tonguing her own mother was his sister.
This family's story begins with three grown adults at crossroads in their lives, seeking fulfillment and finding it in each other. Henry, the aforementioned young man, returned home after several years trying his luck as an oil rig worker. The work left him disillusioned after long hours and an eventual layoff. What it did give him was a fit body - a small solace given his need to return to his childhood home where, despite his mother's warm welcome, was not where he wanted to be. At 29 years of age, without a significant other and sans job he felt no small amount of shame returning home.
His mother, Jenna, was glad to see him, her home having become a lonely place for her following several years as a divorcee. She had let herself go, she felt, over the last few years, especially as she compared herself to the fit young man in her home now. It was as if his chiseled body increased her feelings of shame as she considered her large drooping breasts and soft middle and thighs. It had been a long while since she had been satisfied sexually, let alone allowed herself to feel sexual.
After a few days of this negative vibe permeating her home she invited Henry to a night of watching television and relaxing. Up until that time it had felt to her that Henry was staying to himself, as if avoiding her. She wanted to change the dynamic if only to cut through the awkwardness. To her relief he agreed and made his way downstairs to the family room in pajama shorts and a T-shirt. She looked at him and he looked at her in her own oversized T-shirt and they both shrugged at each other. It was obvious they were a pathetic pair.
"Mom," Henry started, "We can't do this. We are a sorry lot." He grinned in a self-effacing way.
"I know," she replied, "We aren't doing too great here." She smiled back - the first genuine smile he had seen her display. "So what's your excuse? Mine is obvious but I don't know what you have to be down about?"
"What do mean yours is obvious?!" he replied. "You've built a good life. You look great. The only reason you don't have a man is that you don't get out much!"
"That's funny coming from you young man," she retorted. "You look like a chiseled adonis and so what you got laid off - it happens! And wait a minute, what do you mean I look great. It's pretty obvious I've put on a few, so don't even try lying to me."
"That's ridiculous! There are men who love curves and you have curves to spare mom. You just have to..." he paused as inspiration hit him. "You know what, we are going out tonight! No TV night at home. You are putting on the sexiest outfit you own and I am taking you out!"
His mother tried to protest, but even she was caught up in the idea. What she didn't account for was the definition of a sexy outfit that her son had in mind. He made her model her outfit several times until he approved of one he deemed appropriate for what he called their "break-out night." It literally took her 5 outfits until he picked a combination of two outfits she had modeled for him - and the combination was shocking. For some reason he had this odd idea that she should showcase her thick thighs, not hide them, so he chose a short tight skirt she had not worn in years that barely covered her full behind and definitely showcase her creamy white thighs. It was obvious she hadn't sunbathed in a while.
For the top he also surprised her by selecting a ribbed tank top that hugged her voluptuous breasts. She had stopped wearing it because of her weight gain and because as her breasts increased in size so had the top's inability to completely cover her midriff. Between the tight skirt and the tank riding up she was definitely showing a little roll around her middle, but somehow his enthusiasm convinced her. Plus he promised they would go somewhere no one knew them.
To complete the outfit he recommended and nearly demanded she wear the tallest heels she had. They weren't extreme - why would she own anything like that - but they did do a good job of defining her legs and lifting her ample behind. Even with the heels she was still a few inches shorter than he was.
They had barely left and she already felt a tingle in her chest. She felt sexy, even if a bit silly. And she had enjoyed the attention she was getting from her handsome son, thought she had yet to admit it. The attention didn't stop on their night out. They laughed and poked fun at each other while playing pool at a local bar and then sat close to one another in a diner booth while eating dinner. More than once he put his arm around her waist as they walked or stood, touching her exposed midriff. On several occasions she felt herself react to the accidental brush of his hand on her thighs or the feel of her swollen chest touching his firm body.
Somehow it all felt natural. The thought that this was her son didn't enter her mind until later that night when they arrived home. She fumbled for her keys as she tried to open the front door of her home when he playfully spanked her ass. "Hurry up mom!" He exclaimed smiling. She turned around in half-shock and half-playfulness and pushed his chest, to no effect given how strong he was.
"Don't touch your mother that way young man!"
He smiled mischievously. "You are lucky you're just my mom because if you weren't..."
"What? What would you do?" She said playfully putting her hands on her exposed hips. "Show me what kind of game you have."
He crept closer to her taking her dare and put his hands on her waist and then in an impulsive moment leaned in and kissed her with passion. To both of their surprise she responded by leaning into him and opening her mouth with a muffled moan. His hands slid down to her ass, cupping both cheeks and pulling her tighter to himself. After what felt like an eternity they separated, embarrassed, looking away from one another and wordlessly entered the home. They ignored what happened for days and did everything they could to stay away from one another until two days later when Henry's grandmother, Jenna's mother, came to visit.
