Home During the Locdown

Home during the lockdown.

The lockdown was really starting to get to me, I was becoming stir crazy, so I decided to take up jogging. I'm a forty eight year old teacher, a deputy head teacher to be exact, my husband is a hospital surgeon, two years older than me. We have two children, a daughter, married with one young baby, and a son aged twenty who was currently at home from university, studying online. To get us out of the house, legally, Jonathan and I went jogging together.

We were very aware of the dangers of covid, and the risks associated with my husband working in the hospital, consequently we agreed that he should rent a room from one of his colleagues very near the hospital to reduce travelling and exposure. Frank only came home when he knew he was going to be off duty for a few days.

It was a very warm day, Jonathan and I had been out jogging and I ached from head to toes. I am not really built for running any distance, I'm a bit top heavy, so my aches were not only my legs, but the top of my chest and shoulders. I needed a very hot shower, followed by an equally hot bath.

As I lay soaking in hot bubbles I pondered my existence. Frank and I married when I was twenty two. Frank was still studying. He knew I was bisexual, I'd never hidden that from him and he admitted that it turned him on, first just thinking of me with another woman, and later joining me with various girlfriends. He was completely hetro, and strictly loyal to me, joining me from time to time by invitation with my girlfriends, but he has never strayed on his own, with just one exception, which I know all about. He accepts that I need to 'stray' now and again in line with my sexuality, I never hide it from him. Both of my children know about my inclination, once they were old enough to understand, I explained it. Kept it simple, kept it honest.

I have a good life, money isn't a consideration really, I have a good salary, and Frank has an even better one. We take two foreign holidays every year and have visited many many countries and places of significant interest. That is until this pandemic hit us, now I figured everything would have to change. I was just thinking about the ways things would alter when the pain hit me, hard!

I got a terrible cramp in my left leg, it was agony, I couldn't help but cry out. A second or two later there was a pounding at the door and Jonathan shouting, asking if I was alright. I couldn't believe how painful my leg was, and without really thinking about it I answered "No, I'm in agony! Help me!"

My son came into the bathroom. I'm no prude, I've always gone topless on the beach, so him seeing me in my bathtub wasn't a problem, what was a problem was my leg, it felt as if it was on fire! I was feverishly rubbing at it, but as I lifted it up, I slid down further into the tub, I was floundering around like a drowning cat. I couldn't get out of the tub either, to get out I needed to climb out to my right, but it was my left leg bothering me, I was in pain and completely helpless.

Jonathan to the rescue! He simply reached into the tub, one arm around my back under my arms and the other under my knees, and lifted me bodily out of the tub. With me (naked) held in his arms, he turned and carried me out of my bathroom and into the bedroom where he deposited me on my bed. He then vigorously massaged my leg before telling me to get up and walk around.

I hobbled around the room, my leg slowly returning to normal. Jonathan stood and watched, encouraging me to continue until my leg felt completely normal. I went up to him and gave him a hug. It was as I was hugging him that I remembered that I was soaking wet, I stood back and apologised for that only to have him burst out laughing.

"Mother, you are also completely naked!"

That fact had completely escaped me! I started floundering again, I didn't know what to say, or do. Once again, Jonathan to the rescue.

"Oh come here!" He held out his arms and I more or less fell into them and he gave me a huge hug.

Being naked in my sons arms was suddenly a huge turn on, but not an accepted position for a mother to be in. I tried once again to apologise, but as before, he laughed and told me that I needn't say sorry for giving him such a thrill "any time you want to run around naked, just give me a shout, I don't mind at all!"

I couldn't help but feel the bulge in his pants as he hugged me, and I had a strange feeling in my nether regions too. This could not be happening, my son was obviously turned on by my nakedness, and so was I!

Later that day on the phone I told my husband about my misadventure, leaving nothing out, even my feeling that it was a turn on. To my surprise he also laughed!

"I'm surprised he didn't try to bed you, I'm sure he'd like to."

"What? I'm his mother!" Then I laughed, "It did feel like he had a pretty big jongo though!"

"Big jongo or little jongo, I'm pretty sure I know where he'd like to put it."

Our conversation drifted on, it seemed that our son had had a crush on me for years, something that I'd never noticed. I knew full well about our daughter's crush on her dad, that had been obvious, but Jonathan on me? That, I hadn't seen coming.

"So, why don't you bed him? Seems like the obvious thing to do to me, and you never know, he might help fulfil that little whim of yours, you know the one, you and two guys together!"

After our telephone conversion had ended, with him telling me it would probably be over a week until he was home again, I sat with a glass of wine and daydreamed.

Frank was right, I had harboured a fantasy of taking part in a threesome with two men. One of them was always my husband in my thoughts, but the second always alluded me. Now Jonathan came to mind, could I have sex with my son, would he really be interested? Why not, why not keep it in the family? I knew my daughter Claire had worked out her feelings by jumping into our bed with Frank one weekend when I was away at a conference, Frank had told me. He fucked her silly all that weekend, hoping to get it out of her system. Could I do that with Jonathan?

There was only one way to find out. I have never liked procrastination, so I shouted up the stairs for my son to join me.

With a glass of wine each, we sat opposite each other and I opened the conversation.

"When I hugged you this afternoon I couldn't help but notice that you had a pretty big erection going on."

"Yes, well... I had this beautiful woman walking around the room naked, she didn't seem to mind being naked, and my reaction was pretty normal I think." He smiled. "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you, but you looked pretty hot like that to be honest."

I explained that far from being embarrassed, I felt flattered, that someone his age would be turned on by me. Then I gently broached the subject I was most interested in.

"Did it bother you at all that it was you mother you were getting an erection over? Didn't you think that was kind of incestuous?"

Jonathan looked at me across the room, then seemed to reach a decision, I could see his mind working.

"Mum, the taboo about incest in the modern world is simply a social construction, perpetuated by various religious groups who are completely out of date with modern science. Inbreeding in the past was a serious problem even though it was fairly common in some societies. That's not the case now, as far as I'm concerned what consenting adults do behind closed doors is their business, no-one else's."

Wow, I hadn't expected such a drawn out answer to my question, it was obviously something he had thought about before this evening. I made that comment to him, and asked if he really believed that. His answer this time came as a bit of a surprise.

"Yes I do, and so does Claire, and dad, and I think you do too."

"Why do you say that?"

"Mum, me and Claire have never had secrets from each other. I've always known about her fixation on dad. After she gave dad her virginity, there was no stopping her. She got my virginity within days, and we humped each other senseless right up until she got married. I know you know about dad and Claire, there's been no obvious repercussions that I know of, so you must be ok with it."

It took me a few moments to take in what he'd told me, he knew about Frank fucking Claire, and he'd been fucking her for years as well! If he and his sister had no secrets from each other then I assumed he knew that Frank and Claire had had the occasional session up until her marriage as well, with my full knowledge.

Jonathan obviously noticed my distraction and broke the silence.

"I know this is coming as a shock to you, but you did bring the subject up. I know everything, at least I think I do, I know that Claire likes being dominated, and she says you do as well. Like mother like daughter I guess. I have no problem with any of it!"

I looked at my son. Just on six feet tall, athletic build, dirty blonde hair like the rest of the family. Good looking, fit. Time to go for million dollar question. I looked him straight in the eyes.

"Jonathan, would you like to fuck me?"

He didn't hesitate.

"Any time you're up for it!"

"How about right now?"

With a smile, he put his glass down and stood up. I started to get up as well but he told me to stay where I was. He came over to me, opened his jeans and dropped them and his underpants just low enough for his erect penis to pop out, right in front of my face. "Suck me mum!"

I leant forward and took a lick at my son's cock, there was a drop of pre-cum on the top which I licked off. Then I opened my mouth wide and slid myself onto him.

"Yes, that's it mother, take me deep, take me as deep as you can!"

His cock was not unlike his father's, about seven inches long and a couple of inches across, I forced myself to take it until it hit the back of my throat, then I took it some more. Jonathan's hands held my head in place as he told me to keep his cock deep in my throat. I couldn't move, I didn't want to, he was right about me, I need to be dominated, to be told what to do. Sexually, I'm completely subservient, the opposite of my every day self.

I took deep breaths after he pulled out, he looked down at me and asked if I really wanted to do this. He said he didn't want to do anything that I didn't want, I answered him the only way I could.

"There's nothing you could want to do to me, or with me that I don't want you to do. Dominate me, tell me what to do and I'll do it. Behind locked doors there's nothing I'll refuse."

There, I'd said it, I'd done as my husband suggested and offered myself unconditionally to my own son. What would come of it in the future I didn't know, all that mattered at that moment was that I was as horny as hell, I'd just deep throated my son and I needed to be fucked!

I didn't get very long to think about things, Jonathan pulled me up from my chair and almost dragged me up the stairs to my bedroom and pushed me to my bed. As I fell back onto the bed he grabbed my feet and pulled me to the edge. I wasn't wearing pantyhose or stockings, just panties, which he reached up and took hold of. He pulled them clean off of me, sniffed them, commented that they were soaking wet, and dropped them to the floor.

Before I even knew what was happening he had burried his head between my legs and I screamed as his tongue licked my sex. He was forceful as he licked around my labia, caught my lips between his own and sucked hard. He found my clit and bit on it! I was wet before he started, now I was flowing like a hosepipe and he happily drank me up. This was how I liked it, no shilly shallying, he drove his tongue into my hole, licking my insides as deep as he could reach as wave after wave of ecstasy rushed over and through me. His tongue was like an electric probe and my reaction to it was completely uncontrollable. I screamed my pleasure, my uncontrolled incestuous pleasure.

He had to stop, he absolutely had to. My vagina was so sensitive I couldn't take it any more. I begged him to stop, and he did, but not before making me scream even louder as he covered my whole sex with his mouth and sucked, hard!

He took a step back from the bed and started pulling his clothes off. I was wearing a loose fitting dress, something I often wore for comfort around the house. I sat up and pulled it off over my head, I quickly unhooked my bra and threw that on top of my discarded dress.

Jonathan was stood looking at me, his cock was hugely erect as I lifted my knees and opened them wide. He didn't need any more invitation. He reached down, hooked his arms through my knees and pulled me slightly more towards him, then, without saying a word, he leaned in and slid his cock straight down into me, to the hilt, balls deep, into his incestuous mother.

He was like his father, hard and just rough enough to give me the pleasure I needed. He pounded down into me, his cock hitting my cervix, which drove me wild. I have large breasts, a 'D' cup, and they were bouncing uncontrollably as my whole body reacted to the glorious feel of my son fucking my insides out. That same son leaned closer in and caught my right nipple in his mouth, his right hand catching my left breast, squeezing it. My next orgasm when it came, wiped me out. I felt it building, I'd already had what I thought was one continuous orgasm, but this was a total climax, my whole body went into an ecstatic spasm, I couldn't control it, I blacked out.

I was probably only unconscious for a second, maybe two, but when I opened my eyes it was to the sight and feel of my son ejaculating all over me. His cum was all over me, from my head to my cunt, and he was still cumming, spurting his seed over my body. I loved it!

Part two.

It was eight days later, eight days full of sex. Jonathan had been just like his father, taking me when and where I least expected him to. The main difference was that my son could and did, do it almost continually. Three times in quick succession followed by no more than half an hours respite before he was ready to go again. The vitality of youth!

And me? I was just about as bad, God knows what had come over me, I couldn't get enough of him. That first time had been unprotected, fortunately it was my safe time, but since then we had gone through my supply of condoms ( used for anal lubrication with Frank) and nearly all the several boxes I got on next day delivery!

Frank was due home and there was to be yet another covid related announcement that evening. My phone conversations with Frank had been...well, frank! I kept nothing from him, and I know he talked to Jonathan as well. I don't know what those conversations were like, I assumed they were convivial, I certainly din't hear anything untoward, from Jonathan or Frank.

I was stood at the window, looking out at the world and thinking what to cook for dinner when my son came up behind me. He put his arms around me and asked what time we expected his father home. The answer was the same as always. It would depend on when Frank finished operating on his final patient. Times always varied.

With one hand cupping my breast and the other working it's way down the front of the lounging shorts I was wearing he asked if we had time for a 'quicky'?

"You're insatiable Jonny, you'll have me so I can hardly walk!"

"Do you mind?"

"Not a bit, but you'll have to cool it down while your dad's home."

"Dad's cool with it, you know that."

Yes, he was, but as I explained, if Jonathan kept going the way he had been, and I added his dad to the equation, I'd be a cripple in a week!

My son's hand reached down far enough to go inside my panties and slide down along my increasingly wet slit. He rubbed up and down a few times before sliding a couple of his fingers into me.

"I want to fuck you, right here in front of this window!"

I couldn't help myself, I simply leaned forwards and placed my hands against the glass, waiting for him to do what he wanted with me. His hand came out of my pants and his very wet fingers found my mouth. I sucked my own juice from his fingers as he pulled down my shorts and panties. There was a moment of fumbling as he unwrapped a condom and then bliss! He entered me from behind, balls deep in me straight away. The window can't be seen from the road outside, someone would have to come thirty yards up our driveway to see what we were doing, but it wouldn't have mattered if they did. Once my son's cock was inside me all my cares and considerations of the outside world just faded away.

Slowly slowly, Jonathan fucked me, I knew what he was doing. He was trying to make me cum by finding my special spot, my 'g' spot, if such a thing really exists. As far as I was concerned the whole of the inside of my vagina was a 'g' spot, it didn't take long before my legs were vibrating and I was begging him to speed up. Instead of doing that, he did something new, he pushed a finger into my most private place. I like anal sex, and Frank and I practiced it a lot, but I hadn't invited Jonathan to indulge. He must have been talking about it to Frank though as he quickly found the rhythm I liked, alternating between his cock being deep in my vagina and his finger being equally deep in my ass. My body reacted the way it always did in this situation, I had a massive flooding orgasm and collapsed onto the floor leaving poor Jonathan to jack off into my gasping face.

We stared at the window as we both heard a car coming up the driveway, frank was home, a little earlier than expected. We both moved as one. Jonathan headed up to his room as I went quickly into the guest toilet which is just inside the front door. A very quick clean-up and I met Frank as he came through the door.

We sat and watched the latest covid news and announcement, some restrictions were being eased, but just because it was now legal to do something didn't mean it was sensible to do it. We could now mix with one other household. Frank and I didn't think it was a good idea, Jonathan was on the fence, and when my daughter rang shortly after the announcement, she informed us that she was coming to stay for a week or two! She would not be dissuaded, it was my birthday the next week and she was coming to celebrate! I was in two minds about that. On the one hand, with Frank working in a hospital we thought it was very risky, on the other hand I hadn't seen my daughter or baby grandson for weeks. Like any grandmother, I did want to see my new grandchild.

That evening, as had become his habit, Jonathan went out for a long walk in order to give Frank and I some alone time. It wasn't really necessary, the house is fairly large and there are plenty of rooms, but I think he feels he's giving us a bit of privacy. We used that privacy the way we always had; Frank screwed me through the mattress. Nothing in any way kinky though, we had a real good fuck, and then a discussion, what were we going to do about me fucking with Jonathan?

Frank didn't mind at all, as far as he was concerned we were simply taking care of all our needs and keeping it in the family. He was a bit surprised when I told him that Jonathan and Claire had been having sex for years, he hadn't known that, in spite of him having sex with Claire himself. After a minute or two he burst out laughing. "Why don't we all just get together and have an orgy? If everybody is just fucking everyone anyway, we might as well!"

We were still laughing about it when we heard Jonathan come back into the house. I looked at Frank, he looked back at me and we reached a non-verbal agreement. I shouted to Jonathan...

"Jonathan, get yourself in my bedroom, and don't wear clothes!"

Half a minute later my naked son walked into our bedroom, his erect penis leading the way. He didn't seem surprised to see his father, with a half erection, laid on top of the bed.