I always thought my family was fairly open and "liberated" but I don't think any of us had any idea it could end up like this. But first, some context. Dad left us back when I was 10, and so Mom was left to raise me and my little sister all by herself. She'd have the occasional boyfriend, but none lasted more than a couple of months. I was 21 and Maya was 19 on this Friday night which started just like any other, with Mom making us dinner, and all three of us gathered around the dinner table.
It's basically always been just the three of us in this one apartment, even after my sister and I finished school. It's a pretty cramped apartment - even though it had three bedrooms, they were all tiny and shoved all up one end of the apartment, with the kitchen and living area basically taking up the rest of the floorplan. Mom has worked as a cleaner for the past 20 years, and between raising us and ever-increasing property prices, this is the best our family could ever hope to afford. Since Maya and I started working, we've been helping out and paying rent. But with her working in retail and me being an apprentice electrician, it didn't help too much.
Mom was into the wine a bit when she blurted out, seemingly at random, "You know, I don't think your father ever loved me." She gulped down the rest of the glass. "At this rate, I doubt I'll ever find anyone."
I'll admit I was on my third beer of the night, so it even caught me off guard when I heard my voice telling Mom, "You're still hot, y'know." I immediately felt myself blushing.
I think Mom was looking for sympathy, not the kind of reassurance I'd provided. "What do you mean?"
I blushed even harder, but it didn't stop my mouth from answering. "Well, you've got great tits." It was true. Mom was over 50 (52, actually), but she still kept herself in pretty good shape, and usually wore clothes that highlighted her cleavage and boobs, which filled a D cup bra fantastically. She had long black hair that went a way past her shoulders, usually kept in a ponytail. I'd inherited Mom's hazel eyes, but Maya inherited her pale complexion.
Mom laughed.
Maya couldn't help but join in, even though she's been jealous of Mom's tits all her life. Maya was like a pale, girl version of me - light brown hair that we got from Dad; she also got Dad's brown eyes. Maya kept her hair a bit shorter than Mom, usually no longer than her chin. Physically, while she didn't get Mom's boobs, she got Mom's slim figure and was blessed with a gorgeous bubble butt...not that I'd ever really admired it before now, but plenty of dudes loved to remind me how great she looked in tight jeans. "No, he's right" she told Mom. Your boobs are very nice. But I think what David is trying to say is that you're very beautiful, Mom, and that the right person for you is bound to be out there somewhere."
"Well, that's very sweet of you," Mom told me. Then looked at Maya. "Both of you." She sighed and poured the last of the bottle of wine into her glass. "God, look at us all. Friday night, nowhere to go. It's a crime we're all single." She gulped another mouthful of wine, then changed everything. "Hell, if we weren't related, I'd fuck either of you."
I laughed. "Holy shit, Mom. How much have you had to drink tonight?" I looked over at Maya, who looked physically pained by how uncomfortable the situation was. Mom just kept on smiling at us over the top of her almost-empty wine glass. Apparently she wasn't going to walk back her bombshell of a statement. The silence in the air just grew and grew until you could almost feel it. I couldn't take it any more. I had to say something. This is what my mind decided to say, apparently: "Well, that'd be a hell of an experience, I'll say that much."
Mom set her glass down, the dregs of the wine swaying in the bottom of the glass, leaving behind gritty residue on the sides. "Now what does that mean, David?" She sat back, assessing the situation she'd created but I'd inadvertently exacerbated. "What, you'd be up for it too?"
My face flushed more than it ever had in my life. I picked at the label on the beer, which was proving very stubborn. "Wait, I didn't say that-"
"You didn't say no, either." Maya smiled that evil smile she always gives when she's trying to tease me. Fucking great, thanks for the help. She's always been a bit jealous of my relationship with Mom. Jealous of me, or of her, I've never been quite sure. Either way, the jealousy was coming out now, and she was clearly relishing making me squirm even more.
It was horrible. I couldn't think of anything to say to get myself out of this massive hole. I could only splutter and stammer, staring down at my empty dinner plate. Then, finally, a lifeline: I slammed down the rest of my beer as quickly as possible.
Mom smiled in a way I'd never seen before. At least, not on her face. It was Maya's evil smile. It was almost sexy in a way, seeing Mom look so wicked. Wait, what? No, what the fuck? Sure, Mom's objectively hot - thin, nice smile, big tits - but I'd never been actually attracted to her before. My cock twitched in my boxers, and I'd never hated having a dick so much in my life.
"Like I said before, I wouldn't be opposed," Mom reminded us, that sexy devil smile still on her face. "Yeah, fuck it, it's Friday night, I'm drunk, and I'm horny," Mom admitted as though we didn't already know. "If you're up for it, so am I." Well shit. It was right out in the open now: Mom wanted to fuck, and she wasn't joking.
"Mom? What the fuck?!" Maya was equally shocked. Before that, she'd been assuming it was Mom drunk-teasing her only son. Not anymore.
"You too, sweetie," Mom finally shifted her gaze off me and over to Maya, who was now as red as I was. "Either of you. Both of you. I don't give a fuck; you're both hot."
Despite all signs to the contrary, a tiny part of me was still convinced this could still be a joke. Maybe like a fucked up game of Incest Chicken or something. So as a last-ditch effort to give everyone a chance to back out of whatever the fuck was happening, I put on my best this-is-just-a-joke voice and told Mom "Yeah, sure, why not? You sure convinced me, Mom." The sarcasm so obvious it was almost visible.
Maya shot me a "What the fuck?" look. I replied with a look that was meant to say "Let's hope she calls my bluff" but she read it as "Let's hope this works", because her eyes went wide with fear.
Maya and I had exchanged silent looks for only a few seconds, but in that time, Mom had stood up and was virtually by my side before I realised she'd moved. She leaned over and kissed me on the lips. That wasn't unusual - we'd always been affectionate, and they were only ever quick pecks without any... y'know... sexiness to them. But not this time. Mom's lips were soft, warm, and they lingered. I could taste the sweet red wine on her breath. I smelled her perfume. I felt her passion, gently simmering just below the surface. I tried so, so hard to resist. It's simple biology; there's stuff built into your animal brain that's meant to stop you from getting turned on by a family member, let alone fucking them. Well, maybe Mom didn't have it, and maybe I'd inherited that the same way I inherited her hazel eyes. Whatever the reason, my willpower faltered barely three seconds into Mom's lustful kiss. I had no choice, really. It was inevitable.
I kissed her back. I leaned into it. I called her bluff and she seduced me. My own mother. My beautiful, sexy, undeniable mother. The shock of how suddenly I wanted her was outweighed by the shock of how much I wanted her. Needed her. I wanted her to know how much I wanted her. I pushed my chair away from the table and angled it to face her. I stretched my arms out and placed my hands on the small of her back, a small strip of bare flesh exposed where her shirt and skirt parted ways. I lingered there briefly, before I got bold and moved my hands south, down to Mom's soft, supple ass. With trembling fingers, I squeezed gently but lustfully. There was no denying it now; I was hers.
"David! Mom! What the fuck are you guys doing?!" Maya freaked, unheard. "This is so fucked up. You're seriously making out with each other?!" She remained fixed in place, watching this demolition of societal values taking place before her. She continued ranting, telling us to stop. Even if we'd heard her, there was no stopping this train.
Mom soon straddled me, her legs either side of mine, her crotch directly on top of mine, less than an inch of fabric separating my hard cock from her warm, moistening pussy - the one from which I'd emerged over 21 years ago.
We were lost in lust, eager to explore each other before whatever'd possessed us wore off and reality hit again. We made out furiously, mouths open, tongues darting in and out of each other's mouth. Our breathing getting faster and harder. My hands firmly gripping her ass, massaging her soft, springy cheeks; her arms holding my body close to hers. Before I knew it, she was grinding on me, rubbing her increasingly wet underwear against the rock hard bulge in my jeans. I responded in kind, rubbing myself against her. She moaned appreciatively.
Though it'd been less than 5 minutes since Mom first laid her lips upon mine, it felt like hours had passed. I felt like my cock was going to explode if I had to hold back much longer. When we parted lips to take a deep breath before diving back into our pool of lust, I asked the question I already knew the answer to.
"Do you wanna fuck me, Mom?" I gazed deep into her eyes - the ones she gave to me.