** This is a work of fiction. It contains absolutely no truth -- even the bits that sound plausible. The characters in this story are not based on any real persons, nor is the story based on any real events. It's a story people, enjoy it for it is. **
** This story is about incest between a mother and her son -- both of whom are adults. If you don't like this subject matter, move along. **
** Please take the time to leave comments. Constructive criticism will help me write better stories. Praise works nicely too :) **
** This is the opening chapter to set the tone. **
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Coffee sprayed from Penny's mouth like a comically timed punch line.
"You did WHAT???" She quizzed, aghast with shock, astounded by Janice's sordid little revelation, delivered as it was in hushed tones across the coffee table in the health club's café.
Janice chuckled as she mopped up the splattered coffee, trying to be discreet as the other patrons looked on in curiosity. Hanna shifted awkwardly in her seat, doing little to hide the disdain on her face as she inspected her immaculate Versace pant suit for coffee stains.
"Discretion, sweetie. We don't want everyone to hear." Janice smiled through the corner of her mouth.
Once she'd mopped up most of the spillage she glanced around and sat back in her seat demurely. She picked up her coffee and stared across at Penny, grinning like a Cheshire cat at the expression on Penny's face. She glanced across at Hanna and the two of them shared a naughty chuckle.
"Sorry, hun." Penny apologised, collecting herself and glancing around the café nervously.
All the other patrons had returned to their affairs, chattering away in the bright Californian afternoon sun. The three friends, 'yummy mummies' as they liked to call themselves were well known in the 'Lithe and Svelt' health club, attending regularly for workouts and relaxation spas. All three ladies, aged, late thirties, early forties, lived similarly lavish lifestyles, paid for by the wealthy husbands.
"Are you serious?" Penny persisted, forcing a whisper in her voice despite her insistence.
Janice chortled, delighting in Penny's astonishment, always the tease, always up for the shock factor. "Sweetie, that boy's been checking out mommies sweet honey pot since he's 18th birthday!"
Janice and Hanna chuckled again, their hands patting and stroking each other as the friends shared their cruel little joke.
Penny couldn't work out what shocked her more, whether it was this revelation that Janice had been stripping for her stud son Matt or whether it was Hanna who'd clearly known about it and never mentioned.
Penny got that sinking feeling, the nauseating impression that she'd been left out of a piece of juicy gossip and was now the last one to know. If there was anything that excited these gorgeous, attractive, and ultra wealthy ladies of Beverly hills it was always that little bit of sordid gossip. The more shocking the better. And this was certainly as shocking as is comes!
"How? When?" Penny's face was a mixture of confusion and puzzlement. If the botox in her brow hadn't been administered so recently then she might have even registered a little disgust. "WHY???"
Janice paused for a moment to take a sip of her coffee. She uncrossed and crossed her legs again, taking her time to savour the moment and looked back at Penny with a twinkle in her eye.
"OK, 'How' well it's not difficult sweetie, you know I've been taking those dance classes and you KNOW how flexible I can be. 'When', well like I said, since his 18th birthday. In fact, his birthday was the first time. And finally, 'Why'..." Janice momentarily stared off into the distance, through the huge glass frontage of the café and out into the well kept grass and shrubbery of the Healthclub lawn. She seemed to gather her thoughts as a momentary sadness crossed the beautiful woman's million dollar face.
"Because Chad, sweetie, hasn't touched me in over 5 years and didn't even blink when I told him about what I'd had done for his 60th"
The smile on Janice's face seemed laboured. Even Hanna momentarily faltered as she nervously patted her pant suit again, brushing off imaginary flecks of lint.
"Really?" Penny recollected the elective labiaplasty surgery Janice had had done for her husband's 60th birthday. A couple of hours of snip-snip surgery had turned Janice into a teenager again, all neat and tidy and indistinguishable from an 18 year old. Some additional anal bleaching and neatly trimmed hair left Janice with a pussy suited to any classy men's magazine.
Penny also recalled, with mild annoyance, how Janice saw fit to mock Penny's 'curly curtains'. The insult had stung and even now she remained paranoid about wearing bikinis just in case her thick labia slipped out like crinkly flaps from either side of the skinny gusset. It wasn't that the surgery was too expensive for Penny, it was the thought of having a knife cut away at her most sensitive parts that scared the daylights out if her.
Despite that, Penny had satisfied herself with what nature had given her. After all, her husband Nielsen, a Vegas property tycoon, loved her pussy and would spend hours licking, sucking, lapping, stroking, fingering. He'd tease about how he could drink from her honey pot all night -- and on occasion did!
Sadly, a frisky tongue was all Nielsen could offer Penny. Nielsen had had erectile dysfunction for over 3 years and even though he ate her out like a starving puppy drinking butter milk, sometimes she just wanted to feel a cock. A nice fat, meaty, angry cock to stretch her insides, and plunder her body.
One that she could adore as it pulsed with virility in her hands as she slipped her inquisitive tongue under the retractable glans to taste and lick the big sensitive head while that irresistible sweaty, manly, *meaty* odour tickled her nostrils.
One that required effort to please. One that really demanded her attention and insisted on making her work hard for its approval. One that demanded she kneel down on the floor and really service. One that was really worth servicing dammit!
A bit, fat, long, pulsing, angry, stiff, hot prick that she had to pump and suck and lick and suck and taste and suck and gag and suck and choke and suck and pump and suck until it exploded with hot sticky salty sweet cum into her mouth for her to gobble up as her delicious reward.
As fun as it was to sit on Nielsen's face and have his expert tongue bring her to one squirting orgasm after another, sometimes she just wanted a big fat prick to fuck her relentlessly, caring not whether she came or not, only wanted a tight twat to empty it's baby making seed into.
Oh what a wonderful fuck hole she'd be for that magnificent cock. She'd let it dominate her relentlessly. In any position. In any way. Mouth, pussy ass. Whichever and however. Just like in the pornos on the internet. A three-hole cumslut she'd be for that gut wrenching, pussy stretching, gullet choking, sphincter tearing, cervix penetrating, delicious, sweet, sweaty, manly, meaty, magnificent cock.
"Are you ok Sweetie?" Janice asked, staring at her with curiosity, tearing her away from her hot reverie. "I didn't realise you'd be so overwhelmed by this. It's really not that big a deal."
