This is going to be real short it's just an experiment in my writing style and just going to help me with putting lines to paper. Also this is going to get straight to the point hopefully, I might try to add enough to get a good sense of the characters and plot but hopefully not to much. Also this is an incest story and might get really messy and disgustingly dirty so you have been warned. leave now.
All characters 18 plus.
With hot water running over her head, back and down her naked white, plump bum - Asshole slightly stretching and ass parting slightly - Marissa, a mother of three, and head chaperone for her youngest's - Chloe (18) - soccer team, cleans her lower leg, washing and swashing the skin with her pink luffa. Then bringing it up to her chest and rubbing on her double D Chest. Washing underneath and around her tits and in between, elbows brushing on her nipples. Her Clit being tinged with electricity as if there were wires connecting her tits and clit, and asshole. She can feel the hole tighten, loosen, squeezing and releasing, just enough, but not too much.
She washes her body sensually for a bit longer before grabbing a towel, drying her brunette, almost red, hair and draping the towel on her tits. Going into the bedroom, she sees her husband sleeping casually on his side, away from her. A smile streaks across her face, for how loving her is, and for how understanding. Her heart swells as well does her hairy pussy. She walks over to him, swirling her clit ever so slightly, admires his sleeping face, smiles and grabs his free hand, holding it firm, palm side down, parting her towel slightly, she puts his two first knuckles underneath her and starts to thrust and return, patiently, forward, backward, forwards, backwards, and forwards, and backwards. slowly,
The thought of having this man be hers, hardworking, understanding and oh so willing, the thought that this tall, strong, handsome man is hers keeps her going, in more ways than one. The thought, the fact, that this was the man who married her, who fucked her, who fucking Breed HER.
Now adequately wet, she sways her hips forwards with extra vigor, then back, then forwards, then back, then forwards again, then back, then forwards, back and forwards, back and forwards, back and forwards, back and then
"OHhhhh....m.. oh... mm. ah.m.mmm..mmm. uhh hhhh hhh huuu...mmmmm." Trying to stay as silent as she could, but her twitching mess of a body couldn't hold it in. But to her amusement her Husband was still sound asleep.
"Long day at work I guess." She smiled, picked up his hand and gave it a good rub against her pussy, one last time, then picked it up to herself, licked as much pussy juice as she could, loving her taste, and then smeared it across her abdomen, just under her boob.
She removed her towel and walked over to her dresser, which was placed directly across and in front of her master bedroom door. She bent over, her soft, plump, ass jutting out to gain balance, and again spreading slightly, exposing her asshole surrounded by black threads, similar to her hair.
"Uhh.. Mom,"
Startled straight up again, Marisa looks over at her, second youngest 18 and a half, Hayden, or Haydie for short.
"Jeez. Howie, what'd I tell you about sneaking up on me." She said, with her hand to her chest and her left knee raised barely off the ground, like if she was defending herself.
"What is it?" She asked turning to her drawer, once again bending over to grab a pair of undies.
"Uhmm, Uhm uhh." "what, sweetheart, what is it." As she pulled them up, dragging her pussy juice up her thigh, the panties collecting it, only to leak out the sides again.
"Chloe's asking what's dinner gonna be."
"Oh, I don't know," She pulled a pair of soft sleeping silks from her drawer.
"What sounds good to you, right now."
"You." he said low, but just loud enough for Marisa to pick up on it.
A smile streaked across her face
"What was that sweetheart." As she pulled up her soft silks up to her waist. standing, tits jiggling, and saying. Smiling at her youngest son, she walks up close to him. Grabs his chin with her thumb and index and looks at him in the eyes, with joyous lust.
"Did I hear you say you wanted mommy."
Hayden nods "I..I.. I...I Me..mean...meant... I.. meant." Marisa smiles at stumbling mess before her, admiring how adorable her second youngest is trying to muster his words and failing at so.
"I meant, you want, wha- what ever you like. I think that...that would be alright."
Marisa looking down at him, smiling, "You know you can be honest right, that's how this works, now."
"Yea I know but it's just, it's a little weird." He looked down, caught sight of her perfect DD's and jolted right up. "I mean it's nice, but really weird."
Smiling letting go of his chin and stepping back putting her weight on one foot. hands on her hips.
"How is it weird. We're family, and you want to feel good, I can help you feel good, in fact It's my responsibility as a mother to make her children feel good."
"I get that, but like, I guess I don't want to gross you out or make you feel like, like you're uncomfortable around me."
Marisa now realizing that the reason Hayden was acting so reluctant, cause he didn't want to make her feel upset or uncomfortable, and not cause he was resisting change made her feel warm inside, here her boy, still respecting her boundaries, respecting her, as a mother and as a woman. Made her feel warm, and hot, and soon enough wet.
"Sweetheart I would never get uncomfortable with you." walking towards him. "You're my son, and I love you very much." She puts her arm on his shoulder. "So if you feel like you can even gross me out." stepping closer, and wrapping both her arms around his neck, legs pressed against his now rock hard tent, and Tits pressing against his chest. Hayden now looking up at her, just barely, with a concerning look on his face, looking ready to erupt, "Just try me, Ok." Smiling.
Hayden brings his hands up to waist, and pulls her in, reaching up to his mother's face, mouth open, he makes contact with her mouth as she lets him, but rather than kissing her, it was more of an assault that Hayden was launching on his mother, opening his jaw wide, and nearly engulfing her mouth with his attacks. Licking her lips, roughly, and invading her mouth with vigor and pent up lust. Beating up on the passive, mature tongue of his mother.
Marisa lets him, she found it sweet and adorable that this is what he'd been wanting to do to her, eat her out through her own mouth, ravaging his mothers mouth with vigor and lust. She leaned in, giving Hayden a bit of push back. Still she let him keep on licking lewdly and rudely, at her mouth, inside her mouth, her lips, around her lips, nearing on the frontier of her cheeks, and even occasionally her nose. He wanted to eat and lick every part of her face and he'd done just that, he ran circles with his tongue around her lips, and continued barraging her face with open sloppy kisses and licks. Until finally the assault comes to an end.
"Wow, that was, I...,I." Hayden couldn't get it out, but his voice was clearly breaking. "I'm sorry, Mom." He said pulling away and turning to run out of the master bedroom.
"Hey." Almost mad, She grabbed a hold of Hayden's wrist before he left. "Why are you sorry, I told you, there's nothing weird about it."
"I know, but I.. i..."
"Hey listen to me, I'm not uncomfortable, and I'm not grossed out at all ok."
"Really."
