Summary:
A mom uses a photoshoot to seduce her son.
Note 1:
This is a Nude Day Contest story so please vote.
Note 2:
Please note there are two versions of this story being released today. One from the point of view of the Mom (this story) and another from the point of view of the son. While it likely doesn't matter which order you read them... this one is where I would start.
Note 3:
Thanks to
Sams_Island
for editing and enhancing these twisted, mirrored tales.
Forever Incest: A Mom's Story
"You need to get laid," Gloria, my older sister, said for the hundredth time in the past year... two years after I caught my husband cheating on me, after which he'd divorced me!
It was a regular comment during our weekly lunches and this time I tried to laugh it off with, "That's what toys are for."
"No, you need to be bent over a kitchen table and railed," my blunt, sexually charged sister said.
"Nice," I said, shaking my head.
"I'm serious," she continued, "there is nothing better than just being banged hard and turned into a complete slut for your own pleasure."
"Have you ever met me?"
"I know that behind your prim and proper political career façade is a submissive slut who loves doing as she is told," Gloria accused, unfortunately knowing my sexual past.
She was a hundred percent correct. While I worked as a personal assistant for a U.S. Senator, dressed as professional office staff in her home state political office, and presented myself as sweet, compassionate, and conservative... which in all fairness I was... behind that exterior I was once a submissive slut who would do almost anything for a dominant man.
"You can't let that asshole control you for the rest of your life," Gloria stressed, never using his name, always referring to him as asshole. "Remember, he left you, which means he is no longer your dominant."
God, it was embarrassing to hear myself described in such base terms, but she was right. As much as I was an in-charge person at work, in my sex life I'd become dependent upon the control of a man. A man I'd thought loved and respected me away from the bedroom, as much as he loved and dominated me in it.
"I know, I know," I sighed, yet still unable to move past the fact that not only had the asshole destroyed my faith in men, he'd also crushed my confidence by doing it with a 19-year-old girl.
"So, I have made a decision for you," she said.
"You have, have you?" I asked, knowing arguing with my sister was a no-win proposition.
"I'm going to create an online dating profile for you."
"I don't think so."
"I wasn't asking," she said. "Get Jeremy to take some photos for you."
"If I do this, will you stop nagging me?" I asked.
"Maaaaaybe," she playfully said, meaning she wouldn't.
"Fine, whatever," I sighed, thinking I did need to get back out there. My son was eighteen, he was going to college in the fall, and I would be completely alone.
"Good," she said. "Get Jeremy to do it today."
"Fine," I repeated. "Since you won't stop nagging me until I do."
"You know me so well," she said. "Of course, you also have one other option."
"What is that?" I asked.
"Fuck Jeremy," she said, making me gasp.
"Jesus, Gloria," I said, shocked she would say I should have sex with my son... even for my out-there sister this was a bit much.
"What? It's not like you haven't already crossed the incest line." She smirked as she referred to one wild drunken night from our past.
"That was one time when we were drunk," I stressed, recalling that crazy night where we'd ended up in a threesome with a dude we met at a bar in college. A night that had somehow ended with my sister and I in a 69 where we both made each other cum.
"I'd do it again if you want," she teased, having offered that to me on more than a couple of occasions of late. Yet, that guilt of committing incest had always lingered in the back of my head... even though it was tempting as I could use a good orgasm and my bisexual older sister could likely give me the orgasm of my life (or at the very least the last two solo years)
"So you keep telling me," I said, hiding my own slight curiosity to replay that night.
"Plus, you know Jeremy would love to fuck you," Gloria added, continuing to push my buttons and not let it go. "I mean, asshole got himself some teen action, why shouldn't you?"
I immediately found myself back on that terrible day. I'd accompanied the Senator to a meeting at the university where my husband was an associate professor. After the meeting, I'd separated from the group to surprise asshole with some office nooky. Only to be surprised myself when I'd walked in on him already getting some. Some gamin-looking freshman was bent over his desk, getting banged hard.
What had made it worse, was that instead of being surprised or defensive or apologetic, he'd just grinned evilly at me and instructed me to come all the way into the office and close the door behind me. Since I already had sex on my mind, I did as always and followed his direction without thought. Not until he told me to see how good his cock looked going into a tight, young pussy and implied that it was a regular part of his student counseling, had I been able to break loose from his spell and run crying out of his office.
"Gloria, enough," I said, my tone making it clear this had gone far enough.
"Fine, fine," she said, putting her hands up and laughing as she stood up. "I was just saying you have a solution at home."
