WARNING
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Incest—a word that has extreme negative connotations. The image that most often comes about when the word is mentioned is that of a father forcing himself on his daughter. Any forcible sex act, especially done by a parent to a child, should result in the parent being punished in legal and non-legal ways.
This is a fantasy of consensual incest between adults. It is intended for adults who are interested in reading about consensual sex between relatives. If this offends you, do not continue any further.
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Man, is she smoking hot!
Jimmy thought to himself.
Raven, wavy hair which fell several inches past her shoulders. Brown eyes that looked soft and sensuous. Full, alluring lips. 5' 6", 119 lbs. A rack of breasts that appeared to be in the 36-37" neighborhood. An ass so tight you could bounce a quarter off of it. How can she not be hot? She bore a resemblance to Salma Hayek. The woman Jimmy was looking at and mentally lost in was a cougar and a MILF. Penny was 41, and he saw her every day since the spring.
One problem. Actually Jimmy looked at it as a challenge. She was his mother.
Young men are not supposed to look upon their mothers with lust. Young boys are not supposed to think X-rated thoughts about their female parent, ala Kay Parker
.
But Jimmy was not most young men. The 22 year old, 6' 1" and handsome, was built like a jock but without the stereotypical jock brain. He did not care what society thought especially when you are given such a golden opportunity.
Several months before his college graduation, Jimmy's parents filed for an uncontested divorce. Penny initiated the proceedings after discovering her husband was cheating on her. She unexpectedly visited him one day for lunch at his shipping business and found his barely legal secretary on her knees giving oral dictation. He right-away agreed to the split, contending he preferred his younger lady. Jimmy, away at the university, had no idea of his father's liaison. During spring break, he went home to see his parents (instead of the typical college kid going wild on spring break.) He was devastated at the divorce.
The seed was planted one day during his stay at home for Jimmy to start considering his mother as a drop-dead gorgeous woman. He was all by himself watching television in the living room. He truly wasn't concentrating on
MTV
. His mind was like a washing machine on the spin cycle. His thoughts were on his father and what he did. Jimmy leaped from his chair to standing in front of the TV.
"How the hell can Dad do this?!" He ran his fingers through his full, brown hair. His face was an expression of both anger and hurt.
"How the hell can he cheat on Mom. She's such a fox!" The last statement snapped Jimmy out of his anti-father thoughts. He was shocked he said this. He realized in order for him to say it, he had to think it first. He was surprised that his mind created such an image of his mother. Sure he knew she looked like the sultry Mexican actress, and on more than one occasion had to remind his friends that she was his mother and not a MILF or a cougar. But his mindset had just instantaneously changed. They were right. She is a MILF and a cougar!
A combination of protectiveness and ordinary young male sexuality now entered his brain.
She was
his
.
She was his mother, his MILF, his cougar and he wanted her—sexually. He wanted to French kiss her willing mouth...to squeeze and orally savor her large and eager breasts...to tickle and taste her starving and receptive pussy...to have her succulent lips wrap around his 9 inches of hard manhood and then swallow his load...and to fuck her like there was no tomorrow, satisfying both her and himself over and over again.
He knew this was off the charts. But everyday—every moment—after he jumped from the chair, Jimmy saw Penny and her exquisite beauty as reinforcement of his new thinking. Every stretch of a dress or top across her ripe mammaries...every time jeans were snug and displayed her half-moon-like ass crack...every time shorts highlighted the V between her smooth thighs, Jimmy felt more and more comfortable with being sexually attracted to his mother, and the opportunity that was before him. Here was a ravishing woman, dumped by her husband for a younger lady, living under the same roof. What's a normal guy going to do or want to do?
But dude, she's your mom.
That fact as a hindrance to Jimmy's intentions lasted maybe two seconds. The illicit nature of what he was fantasizing about ignited his hormone-running mind like a wildfire.
Jimmy began planning to seduce his mother.
For the rest of the senior year he would stay at home. Driving to and from the campus was a bit of a pain in the ass. It was almost two hours each way. But with his new found affection and objective, he didn't care.
He realized this would take some time. Besides the incestuous aspect, there was the fact that she had been severely burned by his dad and was in a very sensitive state. Any woman would feel this way. Jimmy knew this, and in the seduction process wanted to shield her from further emotional injury. When he claimed (to himself) that she was his, he also meant it like a bodyguard. As soon as word got out, Penny was getting divorced, men who knew the family would be happier than a pig in shit.
Did you hear? Penny Tonello is getting divorced!
They would be licking their horny chops. No way would Jimmy allow this. He would be her Secret Service agent.
Now granted he also wanted to get in between those long legs, but he would be much more considerate and patient than other guys would be. This was his mother, after all. He still loved her like a mother. His seduction would include time for her healing, and treating her with sincere attention and affection.
Jimmy's mind became awashed in the forbidden, triple X-rated thoughts and dreams about his beautiful and buxom mother. One particular dream was his favorite. He chuckled because in it, he didn't have to do any seduction work. It was set almost a year after the divorce completed. Penny was still gun-shy about dating, but her physical needs which had been dormant, were starting to reawaken and with a vengeance. She masturbated constantly, even coming close to doing it in the ladies room stall at her law firm's office. That day she was so on fire and in need to pleasure herself. So to avoid taking the big chance of frigging off in the ladies room, she in her cubicle stuck her finger down her throat to induce vomiting. And vomit she did, hitting the carpet near her waste basket. She called her manager, who saw the hurl on the floor and quickly told her to go home. Bingo!
On her ride home, her glee of escaping work to tend to herself excited her. She was maybe ten minutes away from her home and heading for a traffic light that was yellow. Her horniness was overwhelming. Her black silk panties were soaking. She needed just to touch her cunt, give it a quick reassuring rub. Her sexual fury since the divorce had her jokingly thinking of her breasts and vagina like needy children always wanting attention.
The light changed to red. Penny had been slowing down the car for the impending red light and now stopped. Her Chrysler Crossfire was the first and only car at the traffic light. Now was her chance. She put the car in Park. She opened her bare legs and slipped her right hand under the waistband of her Victoria Secrets thong. The whole area felt humid and her sex was "sweating." Her fingers were parted. The flats of the index and pinky digits felt the slickness of her thighs. The rest of her finger flats breezed over the sparse flat tuft of pubic hair, which was damp. Now all five fingers, no longer spread, along with the palm glided downward over her sweltering privates. Penny arched her back and closed her eyes. The hand came up slightly, remaining inside her panties, then descended again, and began a quick circular pass over the lips.
"Ohhhhhhhh," the brunette exhaled.
Her pussy lips were engorged and slick. She spread the two wet rubbery petals, wanting to insert a finger into her hungry hole. She knew better. This and touching her clit would result in a climax. She did not want that. She would cum (and cum, and cum) after she got home, stripped to her birthday suit, and threw herself on her bed to reach nirvana. Instead, she did another circular pass-over the entire female organ. She then withdrew her hand, opened her eyes, relaxed from the back arching, closed her legs, and brought her five digits up to her nose. She did a slow inhale of her slick and shiny hand. She closed her eyes again. The smell sent a jolt down her spine. It was a profound, musky aroma. Penny had become recently addicted to her own smell and the taste of her secretion when she pleasured herself. She resisted the urge to send out her tongue for a lick.
"Hmmmmm," she sighed at the muskiness.
The divorcee opened her eyes. Something made her look to her left. There was a stunning blonde watching her with mouth wide open in the car next to her. Penny's eyes bugged out like in the cartoons. Blondie's mouth closed and her face became dreamy. Her eyes were locked on the eyes of the self-pleasuring mom. Penny was initially mortified that she had been seen masturbating, especially by another woman. Then a low-grade shock went through her system. The mortification soon became a turn-on. She was now excited that she had been seen.
But why couldn't it have been a man.
The divorcee's reeling thoughts paused.
Yet, she probably saw me doing something that she's probably done to herself before, not just so publicly.
Her mind paused again.
This blonde voyeur is gorgeous. I... I wonder if she got turned on watching me.