All Characters in this story are over the age of consent.
I have lived and loved well. My life is good and I have a wonderful family. But there is a secret which I have held for too many years. I never told anyone until now. If anyone knew... well, they would probably call it sexual abuse. I feel decidedly different. It wasn't abuse, not from my point of view. The gist of this happened after I turned eighteen.
I was an only child, my father was on his second marriage after losing his first wife to breast cancer. But he was forty-four when I was born. My mother was twenty-one years his junior and after a difficult pregnancy and C-section, had a hysterectomy. See, they had found a tumor, and although it later tested benign, they felt she would never be able to carry full term again.
But they didn't let that slow them down, they just forged ahead with life. Dad was Navy, a lifer. He'd made Master Chief before retiring after thirty years service and had begun a second career testing Navigational equipment for a leading systems manufacturer. Then his health started to decline. He had a couple of mild heart attacks and even though he tried to lose weight, it was hard. By the time I was a senior in High School he was close to 275 pounds.
Mom was amazing. She kept a plastic bin filled with photos and I loved looking at them with her. The places she and Dad had covered the globe. Now when I was eighteen, I stumbled across that bin and went through it again. This time I noticed how awesome Mom looked in many of the photos. I selected a few and kept them. In one, Mom was in a bikini, it must've been during their honeymoon, and in another, she was wearing a tiny spaghetti-strap sundress, mostly unbuttoned, and the third was her lounging in the recliner nude, her hands barely covering her breasts, her legs bare and beautiful but closed. I started using these photos to masturbate. I also started recognizing that my Mom was still sexy.
Mom was a fair-skinned redhead with green eyes and a knock-out figure. As she aged, after I was born, she did put on a little weight, but most of that was in her tits and hips. Oh sure, her waist thickened and she had a slight tummy, but she was still a beauty. My friends in High School loved to hang out at my place in hopes of seeing her cleavage. See Mom was at that point well into the "oh my god" titty size range. I checked out her bras in the laundry room and they were 38DDD to 40 F sizes. And she never seemed bashful about them. She didn't always wear a bra unless going out or having company over. Then those were one of two types, the lift and separate type, or the lift and cram together type. Of course, these were my favorite because of the cleavage they created. And she favored button-up blouses which she always left the top several buttons open. So when she bent over to offer snacks or cans of soda to us gave us a great view of those tittys. For horny eighteen year-olds that was worth waiting for. I was teased by my friends, of course, they all said I was lucky to have been breastfed and asked if I'd seen her topless or naked... That sort of stuff. Now as a sexually maturing teenager, it was the sort of thing to give me a hard-on with little warning.
In fact, Mom wasn't shy around me. She was never naked or topless but was comfortable going about in her bra and panties or braless in a tank top. I'd even seen her a few times in skimpy nighties. She was so beautiful and sexy and I wondered if I'd ever find a girl that could measure up.
Well, now that the backstory is complete I'll tell you about my nineteenth birthday back in 2007. I had a party and a lot of friends were there. Dad grilled burgers and Mom bustled about making sure everyone had whatever they needed. Since it was July, she was wearing a pair of shorts and a sleeveless white top. Naturally, the top three buttons were open. But if you were expecting something shocking, you were wrong. The party was a blast and everything was fine. But that night, Mom came into my room.
She was wearing a bathrobe and sat on the bed. She seemed nervous and edgy.
"Pete, we need to... I mean, I need to talk to you."
"Sure Mom, what's up?"
She sat there struggling to compose herself and playing with the belt around her robe.
"This- this is hard, and your Dad and I have talked about this a lot and we've made a difficult decision. I, I mean we, we need to ask a huge favor of you and I know you're going to think this is crazy but it's really important. You see, he's sixty-two now and after the heart attacks... well... he has something called erectile dysfunction. That means..."
"Geez, Mom! I know what it means!"
"Well with his heart condition, he can't take any medication to counter this and, well... It's been very hard for us to uh... as much as we want to..."
"God Mom! Really? Why are you telling me about your sex life?"
She sighed and took a moment to compose herself. In the awkward silence, I heard her sniffle. She pulled a tissue from the robe pocket and wiped her eyes.
"Mom, why are you crying?" I asked.
Mom stood and walked to the window and stared outside.
"Look, Petey, I don't know how much you know about sex or if you're still a virgin, but the fact is that I am one of those women who crave sex. I need it, a lot. And I not just a good fucking, but everything that comes with it. The foreplay, the excitement, the fucking, the orgasms, the sweat, the smell, the taste of sex... I can't explain it, but I've been this way since I first discovered sex. I love it, I need it, I crave it. Sometimes I dominate, sometimes I submit, sometimes it's gentle and sometimes it's violent. And I love it all."
She turned back to face me.
"And now your father can't get it up and I'm going crazy. Oh sure, there are toys, but that's no substitute for a real cock. And you're probably going to suggest oral and fingering... well, that might've worked when I was a teenager, but as a forty-two-year-old mature woman I want the real deal... Cock. Hard cock and hot cum. I know that this shocks you, hearing this from your own mother, but dammit Petey, I need to get fucked and I need you to do it!"
I sat there stunned. Holy shit. Did my Mom really just ask me to fuck her?
"Look, Petey, I can't get a side fuck. It's too dangerous. Besides, it upsets your father enough that he can't satisfy me. Bringing in another man would kill him. But not you! See, we've talked about this, and he's not only okay with it, but he's also excited about it. We've talked about this for months and we've convinced ourselves that it's our duty as parents to teach you how to please a woman.
"This is crazy..." I muttered.
"Yes. Yes, it is," she replied quickly. "And it's something you've wanted to do for years, isn't it? Look I know you have a few photos of me, I found them while cleaning and realized that you were masturbating over them. I found it flattering and perfectly normal so I put them back. You and your friends have lusted for me for years, I've seen it. In fact, I've enjoyed it. Your father has too. He loves to watch me tease. He loves to watch men lust for me, knowing all the while that he alone gets to fuck me. But now I need more. I need you... Please?"
"What am I supposed to say?" I answered. "Goddamn, you are so sexy! But to really fuck you? I mean, that's seriously fucked up..."
"I know, but it will be okay. It will be our secret. No one can ever know. You understand that, right? No one."
"Yeah, I get it. It's incest." I replied. "Damn! I must be crazy... Well, if I agree, what do we do next?"
Mom grinned and actually bounced up and down on her toes for a moment.
"Okay, listen, we figured this would be weird so we had an idea. Would it be okay with you if we let your dad watch on camera?"
"Huh?"
"We have that new home security system we're going to mount outside, but to test it, we have it set up in the guest bedroom. You and I can go in there and be alone yet your father can watch... Okay?"
"Oh... I guess that's okay."
Mom took me by the hand and led me down the hall to the guest room. The lamps were on, the curtains closed and there were four cameras placed about the room, all facing the bed. Mom closed the door and slipped out of her robe. She was wearing a black nightie with lace trim that barely covered her hips. It was sheer enough that I could tell she was wearing no panties and her big areola were clearly visible. I felt my cock swelling.
Mom stepped up to me and put her arms around me. She looked in my eyes and smiled.
"Relax Petey, this is going to be so much fun!"
And she kissed me.
