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Author's note:
This story is meant to be a fantasy. As such, many points of reality are put to the side, such as safety and pregnancy, as well as others.
If you have not yet read the previous chapter(s), go back and do so, things will make more sense.
Additionally, this series will cover a wide range of sexual activities. I will try to cover them in the into, but please be aware. All characters are at least 18 years of age.
Thanks to my amazing editor ResqJack!
Topics: incest, oral, rimming, BDSM, MF
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My mother led the way back to the kitchen. I walked just far enough behind her that I could watch her naked ass sway with each step. I noticed that there was still a slight redness from her earlier spanking. I sat at the table, and she served dinner before sitting down across from me.
"You can take them out now," I said to her.
She pulled the wadded-up pair of dirty panties out of her mouth. She took a sip of water to clear her mouth. I held out my hand and she passed me the mess of pink lace. I unfolded a napkin and placed them out in clear view, a reminder of what had just transpired.
As we began eating, I asked, "Why don't you start from the beginning of the story?"
"Your father and I were very much in love, very open and honest with each other, and loved sex. We realized that neither of us really cared what other people thought of us about the things we did and that we didn't really care about social conventions or taboos either. The combination meant that we were able to enjoy ourselves, each other, and sometimes even other people, in a way that most people can't. As I told you earlier, we talked about eventually expanding our love for our family members to include the physical side."
"And it worked for you? I've heard about people doing that, but it rarely works from what I've heard."
She shrugged.
"For us, it worked. I'd like to think that it would have worked long term also, but we'll never know, will we?" She added with a sad smile.
"Do you mind me asking some more questions?"
"Please ask. If there is anything that I feel like I can't answer, I'll tell you."
"That works. I guess that's part of the open and honest deal."
She nodded again.
"Based on what you said, you are more submissive. Does that mean that Dad was dominant?"
"For the most part, yes. Though there were times when we switched. There were times when I would sit on his face and make him eat me out forever. I used to love doing that and then fucking his ass," she smiled fondly at the memory.
"Wait, you fucked Dad's ass? He was gay? I mean...I guess bi since he obviously liked sex with women also?"
"As I said before, we didn't care about any of that kind of thing. What mattered to us was that we enjoyed ourselves. And unless they have a psychological block against it, most men get physical pleasure from having their prostate stimulated, which means getting fucked in the ass feels good. I'd be happy to show you."
"Let me think about it. But going back to your history, did you keep up with any of those other people after Dad died?" I asked switching topics, not comfortable with this confusion I was feeling at the thought of my mother fucking my ass.
"Some of them. It took me a while after he died to be in a place where I could start having sex again. And while you were little, it was harder, which doesn't mean that it didn't happen, but it was rarer. Some of them are friends outside of the bedroom as well and you even know some of them."
"Like whom?" I asked, intrigued by the thought.
"Maybe you'll get the chance to find out at some point, depending on how things play out. But anyway, as you got older it became easier. I was able to schedule things when you had other plans, or I could go out in the evenings, and you could stay by yourself."
"So, you are saying that all the dates you went on were booty calls?"
"I guess," she responded with a smile. "I didn't really feel the need for romantic dates. I had plenty of sex of when I wanted it, and I already had a man in my life."
"Ok. Sorry, it's still a lot to process. I assume that given your approach that it's not only men who interest you?"
"I've been known to lick pussy before if that's what you are asking. I've tried a lot of things over the years."
The thought of my mother with her face buried in another woman's cunt while I fucked her was extremely enticing.
"What is the craziest thing you have ever done?"
"Hmmmm. I don't think that I'm quite ready to share that with you. Any more questions, or are you ready for dessert?"
"I think I'm ready for dessert."
"Let me clear the table, and then I can serve you."
I laughed at the double meaning, but I stopped her when she came to take my plate. I reached down to her still exposed pussy and ran a finger through her slit. Finding it wet as expected, I wiped my finger clean on the mess of pink lace. I then took the fabric, soaked up more of her juices with it, and held it to her lips. She obligingly opened her mouth, and I replaced the gag. I also relieved her of the skirt that was bunched up around her waist. She cleared the table while I watched her and talked about my day. When she finished, I told her to take off her shirt as well. I pulled her in front of me and sucked on her now exposed nipples and the sound of her muffled moans of pleasure emanated from behind the lace gag. When I finally had enough of her tits for the moment, I grabbed her legs and lifted her as I stood up. She gave off a muffled yelp and grabbed at me to keep her balance. I laid her down on the table and then sat back down. I lifted her feet so that they were planted on the table and spread her legs. Looking at the delectable dessert placed here more, I leaned in and took a lick. It tasted just as good as it had the night before.
I wasted no time. I eagerly ate my mother's cunt like it was a pie at a pie-eating contest, with no hands and cream spread all over my face. It didn't take long before I managed to coax out the first orgasm, her sounds of pleasure muted by her dirty thong, but still very audible. I wasn't satisfied with just one, but I switched my focus to her clit. Alternating sucking on it and flicking it with my tongue, her second and third orgasms came quickly after her first. Looking up across her body I could see that she was holding herself back from touching me, but from her muffled whines I guessed that it was starting to get to be too much direct stimulation.
I gave her one last lick before standing up and dropping my pants. The table height lined her up almost perfectly, and I had an amazing view of her flushed body and her beautiful tits that rose and fell with each deep breath, as I penetrated my mother once again. All the buildup had gotten to me, and it wasn't long before I was filling her pussy with cream. She screamed out as I did and even muffled through her panties it was loud. I could feel her clamping down around me with each pulse. I reached forward and grabbed a nipple in each hand and pulled, getting another squeal, and tightening of her warm around me. Finally, when I finished cumming, I pulled out of her with a slurping sound and made my way around the table.