After that first night, and for the remainder of January and into February, June and Joel fucked every chance they could. Though wracked with guilt, to June, it was like a narcotic. The more she fucked Joel, the more she wanted to fuck him. Her guilt came from the conflict she felt about her marriage. In their youth, she and Tom agreed to be open about their sex life. She could not imagine a way to tell Tom she was fucking his son!
She and Joel took outlandish risks. Just last week, June was doing the laundry. Joel helped by emptying the hampers and bringing it to the laundry room. Tom was upstairs in his home office working on an important report. Lately, there were always important reports.
"So mom, when do you wear these?'
June was leaning over the washer balancing the load as she filled it. She was aware her dress rode up revealing her ass and probably her pussy. However, the relationship between her and her son had reached that level of familiarity where she felt no embarrassment at him ogling her nether regions. She actually enjoyed it.
"What, baby?" She looked over her shoulder. Joel had a lopsided grin on his face as he held up her lacy black French cut panties.
"Gimmee those, Mister," she giggled. When she reached for them, he held them above his head. She walked closer and tried to jump up and grab them.
"Whoop!" She exclaimed as he wrapped one arm around her waist and lifted her off her feet. "Put me down," she whispered hoarsely, "your father is right upstairs."
"Put them on so I can see how you look."
"Absolutely not! I have told you we have to be careful."
"Fine," he said smiling, "I'll take these to my room and you can model them next time you sneak down after dad is sleep."
"Joel no! What if your father finds my panties in your room? Okay! Okay! Stand by the door and listen for your father."
Joel handed his mother her panties. Neither of them realized that a subtle change was occurring. More and more, Joel made requests that she knew exposed them to discovery. Less and less, she resisted him. She enjoyed the way he took charge of her.
June stepped to the middle of the laundry room. Nervously, she glanced at the open laundry room door
. This is so risky, she thought. What would she say if Tom caught her modelling panties for his son?
She grasped the hem of her loose fitting cotton print dress with sweaty palms and pulled it over her head. A warm tingly feeling suffused her body as she watched her son staring at her nakedness. She rarely wore underwear at home anymore.
She realized that while she repeatedly admonished him to keep the secret of their incest, she did little things to arouse his ardor, to make him want her even more.
She watched Joel's eyes widen. They hungrily surveyed her body.
I love it when he devours me with his eyes, she thought
.
"You are so beautiful!"
June blushed as she stepped into the panties. She turned her back to her son and wiggled her hips seductively as she slowly slid the silky material up her legs and over her behind. She felt deliciously sexy as she put on her impromptu show. She held her arms away from her body and did a slow pirouette.
"Well? Have you seen enough?"
Her heart pounded in her chest. Tom was only one floor and a flight of stairs from them. She could see the bottom of the stairs through the open door behind Joel. At the same time, she felt herself wetting the crotch of the panties. Showing off to her son with her husband so close added an element of risk and excitement she was starting to enjoy.
Joel walked over, grabbed her around the waist, and lifted her off her feet. "Mom, I could never get enough of you." Joel spun her around.
Joel's nose crinkled as the aroma of her arousal assaulted his nose. He marveled that June and Helen's aroma was different but the same. The same applied to how they tasted when they had oral sex. Although he thought his mother's pussy scent was stronger when she was aroused. He wondered if he were blindfolded could he separate them by odor and taste?
He ended the spin by sitting her on the washing machine. "No Joel No!" She struggled but he was larger and stronger. June's pussy flooded the crotch of the panties. The intensity of her need was so strong she felt lightheaded.
"SHHHH Mom! Dad will hear you," Joel said, a big grin on his face.
June watched wild eyed as her son push her panties to the side.
He is so strong, so strong
. She was acutely aware of being naked except for the panties. The nipples on her small breasts were rigid and aching. Her heart pounded in her chest. There was the distinct metallic taste in her mouth as she experienced an adrenalin rush. Her eyes flicked from the incredible sight of her son's pulsating cock to the open door. Just beyond was the staircase.
This is so crazy!
"You rascal! You planned this!"
She bit her lip to hold back her groans as Joel's cock pressed against her wet swollen vaginal lips. Despite her protests and the risk, she loved the spontaneity of these moments. As he pressed forward, slowly entering her, they held each other's eyes.
"FUCCCCCKKK! Baby you feel so good in mommy!"
Joel drew his hand back and brought it down in a resounding smack on his mother's hip. She told him that sometimes she liked it a little rough. Sometimes the feeling of being taken, of not being responsible for her actions excited her. She knew he planned this after she whispered that confidence to him one night in his bedroom.
That night she taught him to use his belt to tie her to the headboard on his bed. She gave him a special word like Helen used to do with her. She told Joel to release her only if she said that special word.
"Remember what I taught you"
"Yes mom," Joel forced her arms behind her back. He gripped her small wrists with his large hand, immobilizing her. She nodded her approval as his tool sank slowly into her warm squishy wetness.
He tried something he did with Aunt Helen. He squatted a little so his cock was entering his mother's pussy on an upward slant. That put the mushroom head of his cock against the top her pussy. He sawed back and forth against the roughness of her G-spot.
Joel loved the wide eyed look of passion on Helen's face when he did that. His mother's response was a low sibilant groan. He paused, rotated his hips slowly then drew slowly, deliberately, back, relishing the feel of his mother's pussy flexing around his cock.
"Like that, mom?"
"YEEEESSSSS!" June hissed as her legs wrapped around his behind pulling him back in. "Just like that! That is how you fuck mommy."
They held each other's eyes as he purposefully sank back in. He saw her eyes widen as his girth stretched her. His mother's pussy was tighter and wetter than Aunt Helen's pussy.
"Faster now mom?"
"Yesss darling! Just a little faster."
With his free hand, Joel gripped his mother's succulent rear. He was no longer conflicted as he was weeks ago. The fact that his mother was also his lover seemed natural to him. He quickened his pace. His mother's groans and the wet squelching of her pussy filled the small room. He raised his eyebrow questioningly as he and his mother looked into each other's eyes.
"Like this mom?"
"Yes baby! Just like that," June hissed as she rode the wave of a mini orgasm. The rumble of the washing machine under her sent vibrations through her thighs and pussy adding to her arousal as Joel's cock slide in and out of her.
She leaned forward and rested her head against his chest. She watched the lips of her hole spread around Joel's cock. They stretched outward when he pulled back and slid inward with his forward thrust. Her eyes widened when she saw fully 2" of his cock was not in her.
"Push it all in, darling!"
Concern played across his face. "Are you sure, mommy? I know I hurt you sometime."
"Mommy is sure, sweetie!" Push it all the way in and go faster."
Joel thrust hard. He felt resistance, pulled back and thrust hard again. His mother's squeals and yips of pleasure were music to his ears. He could feel her full hips rhythmically pushing against him. Three times, four times, he drove in hard. With each thrust, he felt less resistance. Finally he felt his balls slap against his mother's ass.
"I'm all in, mom!"
"I know, darling! I know! Now fuck mommy hard."
With a jackhammer's rapidity, Joel pounded his mother. A white froth built up around her cunt, covering her bald pussy and his shaft.
He liked watching her face. It twisted in a grotesque mask of lust, changing as her mouth opened wide, drool running down her chin. The rhythmic slap of his balls against her was like a metronome, providing the rhythm for their incestuous act.
"Mom, this is incredible! Your...your...!"
"My pussy." June offered, giving her son permission to use the word. She knew he was shy about using some words. She taught him that in the heat of passion, certain naughty words were acceptable.
Helen liked many naughty words. A little apprehensive, Joel decided to try some on his mom. "You like being my bitch?"
June's eyes widened as her son called her a bitch. A riot of emotion surged through her. At times, the dichotomy of mother love and sexual love confused her. How could she love this fruit of her womb so unconditionally as any mother would and then lust for his cock? How could she surrender so completely yet demand, like any mother, that he clean his room?
June moaned as she felt her son's tool sliding through the tight confines of her vagina. She felt it press against her cervix then withdraw. They giggled as his cock caused her pussy to fart.
She made a token effort to struggle free of his hand pinning her arms behind her. Joel slapped her thigh forcefully. His voice quavered nervously as he order her to stop struggling.
Neither Tom nor Claude had cared for her desire to be restrained. On the other hand, Helen used to tie her up with Tom's ties. Once she pissed herself when Helen refused to release her. Her body trembled as recalling the depravity of that act caused her to have an intense orgasm.
At an instinctive level, she knew that the mere act of having sex with her son was an act of submission. More and more she enjoyed him taking charge of her.
"Baby, mommy will always be your bitch! I will be and do anything you ask me."
In the midst of their laundry room quickie, with her son thrusting deep into her with all the fervor of a young stallion, an eerie calm settled over her.
Yes, she thought. I will do whatever you ask me.
Her mental submission released her from any vestiges of inhibitions or guilt left in her. She was his.
