Matt and Lauren

Author's notes

The previous two parts of this story were published in the MATURE category and I could quite easily have submitted this part there too but decided that INCEST/TABOO would be more appropriate.

For new readers, this chapter does stand on its own but you may find that reading the first two parts and getting to know some of the characters will enhance your reading experience.

Either way - enjoy ...

TeamEquipe

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It was becoming a rare event, me going to visit my parents. But I was in the area, so why not. It wasn't that I deliberately avoided them, it was more like ... well you know ... life has a habit of getting in the way. I suppose like many children, I thought I had more important things to do than go wasting my time visiting the old folk.

Mum had only just got home when I arrived. She'd been out to lunch with her friends. She was very garrulous for the time of day and she admitted to drinking more than a couple of glasses of Prosecco, which was most unlike her.

Dad wasn't in. She said he was playing golf, which was fine by her as it would give us more of a chance to talk. I wasn't sure what she meant by that but it sounded ominous.

She made us both a cup of tea; mum doesn't drink coffee and neither do I when I visit her; and then she started. She was talking about all sorts of things, which allowed her to drop the bombshell on me surreptitiously.

"Uncle Len popped round the other day," she said casually, "he was wanting your new address. He said he didn't know you'd moved."

Reluctantly we'd been forced to move out of our rented house. The owner wanted to sell and we couldn't afford the purchase price.

"Oh," I replied nonchalantly, after taking a sip of my tea, "did you give it to him?"

"No I didn't," she replied. She paused briefly. "Had he been calling round before you moved?"

"Now and again," I answered. I hastily took a gulp of my tea and burnt my tongue.

"I knew it," Mum exclaimed loudly, "the horny old bugger's taken a shine to Lauren. You haven't left them alone have you? He can be very persuasive when he wants to be."

"I'm not sure I follow Mum," I said, "what do you mean ... persuasive?"

"All I'm going to say is that he's used to getting what he wants, that's all."

I had that sinking feeling. "I still don't know what you mean mum."

"Do I have to spell it out for you?" she said. She looked into my guileless face and sighed.

"You remember at your cousin's wedding when you first asked me who he was and I told you that we used to call him Father Goose because he liked to stick his hands up girl's skirts and fondle their bums?"

I nodded.

"And do you remember me telling you that I became very adept at avoiding him?"

Again I nodded. "You said you never turned your back on him," I said.

"Yes I did ... after that first time."

"What first time ..."

As soon as I uttered the words I knew I shouldn't have. There was a pregnant pause that seemed to last forever.

"Mum ...?"

She fidgeted in her chair for a short time, not speaking. I think she was now regretting opening her mouth. She appeared to be wrestling with herself as to whether she should continue. But it was too late. The alcohol had loosened her tongue.

"I've never told anyone this, so you have to promise me you won't repeat it ... to anyone ... not even Lauren," she said firmly, fixing me with a steely-eyed look.

"Okay mum." I said nodding my head and smiling, "Mum's the word!"

I don't think she was amused by my feeble attempt to be funny as she sighed and then took a deep breath. "It was just after I'd met your dad. One of his uncles; I can't remember which one; was having a party. I'd had a lot to drink, probably too much if truth be told. I'd been fending the randy old bugger off all night but he caught me upstairs on my own."

I suddenly had that sinking feeling. I did not want to hear anymore but mum carried on regardless. It was as if I wasn't there and she was making her confession to a priest.

"I'd just come out of the bathroom and thought it was the neighbour's son who'd come up behind me and fondled my breasts because he'd been eyeing me up all night too but I soon found out how wrong I was when Uncle Len spun me around and kissed me. He was very strong and despite my best efforts to stop him he manhandled me into a bedroom, bent me over the bed, lifted up my skirt and basically took me from behind. God he was massive."

She stopped speaking. I was horrified. It's bad enough knowing my parents must have had carnal knowledge of each other at least three times to conceive me and my two sisters but quite another to hear your mother talking about sex in that way. I'm sure I'm not alone in not wanting to even think about either of my parents engaging in such lewd activities let alone be told about it in graphic detail. It's gross and just not right!

I finally looked at Mum when she didn't resume. She had a strange look in her eyes but quickly seemed to snap out of it when she realised I was staring at her.

"Does dad know about you and ..."

"I already said no-one else knows," my mum snapped out, "and God forbid he ever does. As far as I'm concerned he never will."

"But wasn't that rape?" I asked innocently, "didn't you think to scream for help."

"Erm ... no ... not exactly," Mum replied nervously. I just looked at her with my mouth wide open. I didn't want to hear anymore but couldn't wait for her to continue.

I could see her swallowing hard before she spoke. "I shouldn't be telling you this but I think I kind of liked it. Oh I don't know ... I was drunk and he groped my breasts, which turns me on like you wouldn't believe."

I was squirming in my seat as mum divulged her guilty secrets. It was too much for me to hear. I didn't mind when Lauren had confessed all but mum ... shit no ...

She coughed and took a drink of her tea. "Anyway ... I just thought you should be aware of what Uncle Len is capable of," she said.

"Thanks mum," I replied, still trying to process her confession, "but we'll be fine. He was alright calling round to begin with but he got to be a bit of a nuisance; so thank you for not giving him our new address."

"My pleasure son," she replied with a nervy smile. As she leaned over and gave my hand a squeeze her blouse gaped open and I was given more than an eyeful of her deep cleavage.

I admit I was shocked. There were enough buttons undone to show a substantial amount of boob flesh. It wasn't normally like mum to wear such revealing clothing but I admit I looked. I couldn't help it. In the pregnant pause that followed it was then that I realised just how big and how nice mum's breasts were. It had never occurred to me before.

Of course I knew they were on the large side but what I mean is that it had never impacted on me sexually before. Not like now. Not since her confession. And they seemed to have taken on a life of their own, heaving and moving about inside her blouse with every breath she took. I confess I was mesmerised by them.

"Are you all right Matt?" Mum asked.

I gulped, feeling my face flush. "Yeah, fine mum thanks."

But I wasn't. I was struggling to breathe and my heart was starting to pound twenty to the dozen in my chest as I stared into her brown eyes. And then the realisation dawned on me. Oh my god, I fancied my mother!

Mrs Armitage had a lot to answer for because she'd obviously awoken a deep rooted desire within me for older women, which seemingly now extended to my own mother. Especially now as she'd just casually confessed to being fucked by Uncle Len. And having seen the way he ploughed Lauren it was easy to substitute the image of my mother for her. This was truly deeply disturbing stuff.

But why not. I suppose she's attractive in a momsy sort of way. Not overly tall she's probably around 5'5" and I guess weighs around nine stone. She has long brown hair and brown eyes. I knew she'd been on a diet and had stopped drinking; hence my surprise to see her slightly tipsy today; and had started going to the gym as well. That seemed to be paying off already judging by the lack of her previously familiar podgy stomach. She'd struggled with that in the past but her new streamlined body that now boasted a discernible waist just highlighted the fact of how big her boobs actually were.

I looked at her face - no I mean I REALLY looked. She seemed to be paying much more attention to her hair and makeup. She actually looked really attractive. And then I noticed her clothes. They all looked new and casting my mind back to the last time I'd seen her, she was wearing new clothes then too. And she looked good in them. They seemed to fit her better and highlighted her improving body shape. She now had curves in all the right places.

And then it hit me square between the eyes. Mum had morphed into a MILF!

Fuck, there was no denying it. I did fancy my mum. Bloody hell!

I shook my head trying to clear my thoughts. I shouldn't be thinking about my own mother this way. My god, was I that perverted? Right on cue my cock throbbed to tell me I was.

"I should go," I said as I stood up.

"Okay Matt," Mum replied as she too got up. She came and hugged me and for the first time I was embarrassed. Not because of the hug, it was more my reaction. The feel of her breasts as they pressed against my chest got me hard instantly and it was all I could do to keep my burgeoning erection away from my mum's body.

When I got home Lauren was out. I rooted around in my wardrobe until I found what I was looking for. It was a photograph of mum that I'd taken on a recent family day out. I'd taken it with an old camera that took film. I'd bought it on a whim because I'm into retro stuff like that. I remember it had been a great day that ended with us taking a rowing boat out onto the lake. I'd not had a good look at that photo since I'd taken it but now ...

Mum looked so happy sitting there smiling with her large sunglasses on her face. My eyes drifted south. She was wearing a scoop neck tee shirt that revealed a bit of cleavage but it was how the top clung to her breasts that wowed me. Holy fuck her boobs looked colossal. In the photo they looked even bigger than today. Maybe they were now getting smaller due to the gym. I swallowed hard as I felt that warm feeling flood through my body. I was hard already.

I adjourned to the bathroom, placed the photo on top of the toilet cistern and proceeded to whack myself off for about five minutes visualising how I would be fucking mum if she was with me now. As the realisation of having sex with my own mother hit home my cock exploded in orgasm. Thank god I was standing over the toilet. The amount of spunk I ejected would have swamped a tissue. I was breathless, gasping for air as I unloaded stream after stream of cum into the toilet bowl until I finally finished. Completely and utterly spent I staggered out of the bathroom and collapsed onto the bed.

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Over the next few months I kept away from my mother as much as possible. I was deeply ashamed, not only for my actions in masturbating myself silly over her picture but for lusting after her in that way. For god's sake she was my mother! But despite that I still jerked off a few more times in moments of weakness whilst looking at the photo.

I eventually put it out of my mind as the day of my wedding approached. The build up was frenetic but Lauren seemed to breeze through it effortlessly. I on the other hand was of no use to her at all.

As is tradition Lauren's parents were paying for the wedding but luckily we were able to afford all those extra bits that she wished for to make this her perfect day. My sale commissions had recently been spectacular. Everything I valued I listed and everything I listed I sold. For a guy who hates being an estate agent I'd hit a purple patch and was blindingly successful.

The ceremony itself went off without a hitch, as did the reception although my dad did seem to be drinking a lot. Mum ignored him as she sailed serenely around the room chatting to all our family and friends. She looked divine in a typical mother of the groom outfit, although it did seem to cling to her body, showcasing her new curves quite nicely.

Lauren and I had finally adjourned to our room and she was sitting on the bed still in her wedding dress. I had been trying to get her out of it. I was horny as hell as we'd not had sex for over a week because Lauren had moved back to her parent's before the wedding. She'd said it was traditional for the bride and groom not to see each other before the wedding. I explained that it actually only related to the last night or even the day of the marriage but she wasn't having any of it. We would be celibate until she got that ring on her finger.

She'd really got me worked up by giving me a scorching hot kiss. I was now struggling to shed my clothes as she dropped the hammer on my happiness.

"Uncle Len came to see me before the ceremony," she said nonchalantly.

I stopped what I was doing and looked over at her.

"Oh yeah," I replied, equally as nonchalant, "what did he want?"

"What do you think?" Lauren answered with a wicked smile.

"And did you let him?"

"Well ... I thought ... last chance before I'm married, I might as well."

"And pray tell, where was your mother at this time?" I asked.

"Obviously not here," she responded with an even bigger smile. She stood up from the bed, walked over to me and taking hold of my hand led me back.

"So what did he do?" I left the words hanging there.

"He came in and said he wanted to see me one last time. He asked me to raise up my wedding dress so that he could see my white lingerie underneath. He also wanted to check if I was wearing a garter."

"So did you?" I said, my breathing becoming somewhat laboured all of a sudden.

"I thought, why not," Lauren replied with a cheeky grin. "I lifted my dress and he was on me as soon as I got it up to my waist. He asked me to turn around so he could see my arse. He said he wanted to see where my thong disappeared into the crack between my big ass cheeks."

My heart was pounding now. I didn't know whether I was annoyed or aroused. Probably a bit of both. "And then what?" I croaked.

"Well ... let's just say that when we exchanged vows his cum was still dribbling down my thighs. My god he came like a geyser and pumped me full of the stuff!"

"Oh my god," I said slumping down onto the bed, "I can't believe it."

She sat down alongside me and put her arm around my shoulder as if to give me a conciliatory hug.

"Gotcha!" she said as she started to laugh.

"What?"

"You should see the look on your face. I was joking. Seriously Matt, do you think I would do that to you on our wedding day. I would never, ever be so mean to you. Besides, you're the only man for me." She paused briefly, "I haven't been with Uncle Len for ages. And I don't intend to in the future either," she added firmly.

I pulled her to me and we exchanged a scorching kiss that got me hard instantly. I pulled her down to lay on her back and slid a hand under her dress. Her legs opened up for me, which allowed my hand to glide easily up her sheer stockinged leg until I reached her mound. Her legs parted wider as I pushed my hand firmly against her pussy lips. She was really wet. Moving her panties out the way I slipped a finger inside her pussy causing her to moan softly.

"What are you doing?" she asked as I withdrew my hand and sniffed my fingers."

"Just checking," I replied.

"I've washed and changed my panties since then Matt," she replied with a hint of a smile.

"You bitch," I replied laughing.

"So are you gong to fuck your wife?" she asked as she turned on her side and propped her head up on an elbow. "It is your duty you know, now that we're married."

I got off the bed and began to rummage around in the drawers of the dressing table.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Looking for the video camera. I thought I'd video our first time as man and wife," I added when I saw her questioning look.

"You pervert," she said laughingly. I turned and grinned back.

"It's not here," I said as I looked around the room, "Maybe it's in mum and dad's room. I'll go get it, I'll only be a minute," I added as I walked over to the door.

"Don't be too long," Lauren called out after me as I opened it, "I'm horny and if you're not back soon I may have to get hold of Uncle Len to come and do the business."

I stepped out into the hallway closing the door behind me to the sound of my new bride laughing loudly. Fucking bitch! How I loved her!

After getting a spare key-card from the hotel reception; which was easy because they knew I was the son of the occupants; I quickly made my way to mum and dad's room and let myself in. I doubted they would be there as dad was virtually comatose the last time I saw him and mum had been nowhere to be seen.

I looked around the room. God it was a mess. Mum's clothes and lingerie were strewn everywhere. It was on the bed, on the two chairs and even on the floor. Why are some women such messy people when it comes to getting ready? Dad's clothes on the other hand were neatly hung up in the wardrobe. I checked the drawers to find his pants and socks also tidily arranged in neat piles. Always well organised was dad.

I have no idea what made me do it but I had the sudden urge to check out my mum's bra size. Perhaps it was seeing such an array of different coloured bras and matching panties. I began to pick up individual items expecting her panties to be just normal briefs but was shocked to see that she had hipsters, thongs and even a couple of G-strings. My god, who was this woman? Was this the sort of underwear a forty eight year old mother of three should be wearing?

I sifted through her bras. Some of them were really pretty and were the sort of bra Lauren would buy and wear. I glanced at the size tag and my eyes bugged out. 34EE. Wow, I had no idea. I knew mum was shapely but it had never dawned on me that she had such big tits. I felt a sudden fluttering sensation in the pit of my stomach. I could also feel my face burning. As I scolded myself for being a pervert I scanned the room. Where was that video camera?

I rummaged through mum and dad's suitcases but there was nothing of any interest in those apart from finding an assortment of stockings and suspender belts in mum's. Plus some high heel stiletto shoes. Now that too was unusual. I'd no idea how long she'd had those shoes as I'd never seen her wear anything like that in the past. But then again how would I know? I never went to see them very often.

An image of mum standing there in just her underwear, stockings and high heels came flashing into my brain. And I gulped as I felt a rush of heat spread up my body from my toes to my face. And then I felt my cock hardening. What the fuck ...

I'd seen mum loads of times in bikini's on holiday and seeing her in such revealing attire had never had this kind of effect on me then. So why now?

Was it because of my dalliances with Mrs Armitage who was around the same age as mum? Had shagging her awoken some hidden Oedipus complex desire for my mother?

I shook my head and forced myself to focus. The video camera; get it and get out. And then I saw it. The safe in the wardrobe. It had to be in there. I keyed in the number. It was so easy. Dad had reversed the numbers from his year of birth. The door swung open and there was the video camera. As I took it out and closed the safe I was startled to hear the room door opening. Shit!

I didn't know whether it was my mother or father but either way, how would I explain my presence in their room? I did what anyone else would have done. I darted into the bathroom, clambered into the bath and hid behind the shower curtain.