People keep asking me to add a degree of incest to my main story, His Beautiful Neighbour. I might have caved to the pressure but my biggest fan, editor-in-chief and fiancée put her foot down.
So here's a little story that I hope will please the audience and keep the peace in the little home.
My mother the slut
Okay, so I'm a bad son, admitted. But on the other hand, she wasn't the best of mothers either. This was the third time in the last two weeks that I'd been waked by... sounds, coming from my mother's bedchamber. And this night, like the two others – and so many others before that, to be totally honest – I snuck up to get a peak.
Her door didn't shut which served me quite well. Lots of doors didn't shut in our house, it's kind of old, so standing out in the hallway I had a clear view of the action in the bedroom. Like usual, I'd never seen the guy before – it seemed to be a new-comer every time. I think she picked them up in local bars, but I couldn't say for sure. What I could say was that I envied them.
She seemed to be a great lay. Moaning, cumming, denying nothing to her lovers, it wasn't a wonder she became popular. One night, I saw her take a load in the face, kneeling in front of this fat, ugly guy – porno-style. Why would she even take him home? And why would she debase herself like that for him? Slut...
There was something different this night though. Usually she moaned like a cheap whore about to get paid but tonight she was lying quite still, on her back with a guy pounding away between her spread thighs.
The guy didn't seem to care though, in fact, he may have liked her being immovable like that. Not soon after I arrived, dick in hand and sperm-cup ready (yes, I had a sperm-cup, I had grown tired of cleaning the carpet outside her door night after night) he grunted in that loud way that let you know he's done. And I'd just gotten ready...
Before he left (they usually leave when they're done, although I had met a guy in the kitchen on the odd morning...) he checked that she was okay – he seemed to have gotten a little nervous as well. I guess he figured she'd just had a drink too many, took on his clothes (leaving me time to get out of the way) and left.
What could I do? I was still horny – Mr. Speed of Lightning hadn't given me any time at all – so I went into her room. To check on her, of course, you understand? I was nervous, and it was purely a coincident that I still had my dick out. No, scratch that: I had forgotten all about having my dick out in my worry for my mother.
She was breathing steadily, even drooling a bit, but one can never be too careful. I placed my hand over her heart – to check her pulse, of course – but somehow I must have missed. Suddenly I was standing with my mother's hard nipple between my fingers, softly caressing it. She had big boobs, more than my hand could cover, though I tried. It felt so soft, so good... and before long, I was kneading her bare tits like I'd never let go.
My cock was hard as iron, and dripping pre-cum and her soft flesh felt so good when I started rubbing my cock across her breasts, taking extra care on her nipples. I liked those; dark-brown and very hard.
Suddenly her naked cunt caught my eye. Naked in more ways than one, there was not a single hair on it.
"Only sluts shave like that!" I told her and let my hand glide down between her legs. She was warm, wet, inviting, everything a bitch in heat like her should be.
Gingerly, afraid to wake her (though the speedy guy hadn't managed), I probed her with a pair of fingers.
She was just as I had imagined her. Warm, giving, yet tight – perhaps the guy hadn't managed to widen her? Heh, perhaps she couldn't really feel him and she'd fallen asleep from boredom?
I liked that thought; it made me feel superior to the stranger who'd just done my mother. Hell, I figured, if that guy had gotten a piece of this, why shouldn't I?
Taking my wet fingers out, I spread her pussyjuices on my cock – it felt so naughty!
Looking around, feeling like a kid with a stolen cookie-jar, I crawled up between her spread legs. Unlike the guy I didn't have a condom, but I was her son, I didn't need a condom, did it? Nah...
She was everything I knew she'd be. I realised this when I pressed my hard cock into her soft, tight opening.
"Shit, you're a fine piece of meat, Mum" I told her loudly and started rocking back and forth, deep inside her. And she was. God, this was so much better than my hand.
"Shit, Mum, you're taking your own son's virginity! Does that make you a slut or what!" I moaned into her face as I fucked her. For some reason, talking to her felt good, very good!
"So this is what you've been giving strangers, huh?" I continued, "but not your own son, oh no, he has to take it himself!" My own words were actually pissing me off a little – if she were so desperate, why hadn't she just come to me?
"Guess that just means I'm more of a man," I deducted, feeling good about myself as I proved my manhood by raping my unconscious mother, "hadn't thought of that, had you? I'm the new man in the house, and I deserve some respect! Oh SHIT!" the last came out in a long moan as I emptied my balls deep inside my mother, my orgasm taking me completely by surprise. It was a good one though, better than the ones I normally got by lurking outside her door.
And here's where I made the mistake that turned out so fortunately. Unlike her chosen guy of the night, I did not get up and out... I fell asleep, right then and there, a top of my mother's naked body – and inside her!
I awoke by something moving beneath me. Yes, of course it was her, what else? She wasn't completely conscious yet but had started moving around, as if wakening. Her soft thighs rubbed my cock between them and laying there, a top of a naked, forbidden woman, I quickly got hard. Within seconds I was inside her soft cunt again, and this time she did respond.
"Mhm!" she moaned, still half asleep.
"Yeah, you like that?" I demanded, feeling her pussy get moist around my dick as it quickened its pace, running in and out of her delicious snatch.
"What, Andrew?" she asked, clearly confused when she saw it was me, "mhm... what's going on?" Then the penny dropped, her naked, getting fucked, me fucking her.
"What the hell are you doing!?" she shouted at me, but I ignored her and kept my pace, hoping that her hornyness would overcome her prudeness. It always did in the stories I'd read! And from what I had seen, it usually happened to her when she was out on the town as well...
"GET OFF ME!" she screamed at me and tried to throw me off. Except that she wasn't that strong and had no leverage. Me? I had my weight and my all-consuming desire to continue what I was doing.
"Shut up!" I told her in a harsh voice. It wasn't talking to my mother anymore, I was talking to an annoying woman who tried to keep me from the best feeling I'd ever felt. I gathered her hands in mine and pinned them to the bed over her head, effectively keeping her in place.
Then I continued my pleasant journey in and out of her now very wet cunt.
"You want it too, don't you, bitch?" I asked her, feeling hopeful as a small, content sigh escaped her lips, "didn't get enough last night, so now your son has to make it up to you?"
"Huh..." she moaned, seemingly getting aroused by the turn of events and the fact that she was helpless to stop them.
I hammered into her, hard, lost in my feeling of power and control... and slowly, undetectably at first, she began to fuck me back – guess the instincts of a slut can't be suppressed.
"Oh yeah, you little slut!" I happily exclaimed as she really started to live into it, squeezing my cock with her well-trained cunt-muscles and moaning loudly like she did with all the other guys she fucked.
"Uh! Uh! Yes! Yes!" she cried out, her eyes closed. Maybe she was trying to forget the fact that she was enjoying being fucked by her own offspring?
"Yeah, mum," I groaned, "take your son's cock, you dirty whore! You want it, don't you? Tell me you want it!"
"Yes... Yes, I want it! Fuck, yes!" she screamed as she opened her eyes again, staring at me, "Fuck mommy, fuck mommy!" It seemed she was caving in completely, getting as much dirty, guilty pleasure out of the situation as she could. Responding I increased my already fast pace, trying to please her – what son doesn't want to please his mother, I ask?
"God, yes! Oh, oh, more, more!" she encouraged me, like the horny bitch I knew she was, "so dirty, so wrong... so GOOD!"
Without stopping, without slowing I bent down and pressed my mouth hard against hers in a kiss Oedipus couldn't have done better. My mother opened her mouth, and I pressed my tongue inside her in a French kiss. Her tongue eagerly met mine and they played around in their erotic dance.
Shit, I'm kissing mum!
I thought in disbelieve. Somehow that seemed far dirtier than fucking her – then again, considering how often I had jacked off to her being fucked by random strangers, perhaps that isn't so weird after all.
"Mhm..." her moans into my mouth grew louder and more intense, and from my experiences from outside her bedroom door, I suspected she wasn't far from cumming.
Good! I didn't know how much longer I could hold back myself, and I wanted her to cum first. I wanted this to be a good for her – I didn't plan for this to be a one-time performance!
"You're gonna cum, aren't you?" I demanded as I pulled off her eager mouth.
"Yes, oh yes! Fuck your mum, make her cum!" she responded honestly, causing my own budding orgasm to come closer.
"Ugh!" I groaned loudly as she began thrashing around under me, and I cried my pleasure out: "I'm cumming! Take my cum, you filthy slut, take it all!"
My vision darkened for a second as I shot my seed deep into my own mother, and I collapsed a top of her, totally spent – until I noticed the alarm-clock next to her bed.
