Sorry about the delay...technical difficulties (sigh). Anyway, here is the promised conclusion to this series. I hope it was worth the wait to see how Scotty and his mother finally come together. Let me know what you think - there's been some interesting comments on their relationship already and I'm keen to hear what you have to say as we wrap things up (well, maybe...lol).
As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters exist only within the confines of the story and my imagination. Enjoy!
Naughty Mom's Naughty Son: Part 2
"Mom, can you go any faster, Mom?" My son, Scotty squirmed excitedly in his seat, straining against his seat belt as he would lean over to peer at the minivan's speedometer and repeat the same question he'd been asking me for nearly an hour. Of course, his eyes would wander from the speedometer to my partly bared breasts, my meaty tits bouncing as we drove down the interstate, barely contained by my black bustier that I'd struggled to get back into at the adult bookstore in the city.
I was amused by my son's insistence that I speed. His mild neurological condition, a form of Aspergers Syndrome, kept him from driving since he found it too unordered and chaotic and for much of his life, he'd fussed at his father and me whenever he saw the speedometer needle pass the posted speed limit. Rules and order were central to my son's way of life. His arms were waving about absently, usually a sign of being upset and unable to process his current situation, but now, I felt it was more a sign of excitement and arousal unlike anything I'd seen him be like before.
"Settle down, Scotty," I murmured, reaching over and stroking his thigh, taking my eyes off the road just long enough to confirm that his erection had returned. Not quite an hour ago, he'd ejaculated a massive load of cum in my face, remnants of which were still drying in my hair, after being urged to do so by a nasty lap-dancer named Sindy.
I felt myself blushing slightly as I recalled racing out of the adult bookstore, trying to keep up with my son who'd quickly gotten dressed and demanding we leave so he could go home and ask my husband...his father, for permission to fuck me. I recalled several surprised and amused faces staring at me as I followed him out, trying to get my large tits squared away inside my black bustier and wipe up little streamers of my son's sperm from my hair. Thankfully, Sindy had already licked the larger blobs of semen off my face, sharing them with me before Scotty had begun getting dressed.
"Mom!" Scotty said. "I have to fuck you and fuck you soon, Mom!" Scotty beamed at me, still wiggling in his seat in anticipation. "I love you!" he stated for maybe the hundredth time since we'd climbed back in the van.
"I love you too, son," I replied, running my hand up his thigh and over his swollen erection before returning my attention to the road. Thankfully, our exit was coming up and I felt a new spurt of wetness between my thighs as I realized that very soon, my son's cock would be inside me, completing a circle of incest that had begun when I'd given my husband, John, my blessing to fuck our daughter, Jilly.
When I drove down the lane leading to our home, the seatbelt alarm began wailing and before I could come to a complete stop in front of the house, my son had the door open and was bolting for the front door, hollering "Dad! I need to talk to you, Dad.!"
By the time, I came in the house, Scotty had apparently moved upstairs in his search for his father and when I heard him call out, "Dad! Where are you, Dad? I need to ta..." I could only grin as I was sure that from Scotty's abrupt silence, he'd found his father and I was sure, he'd found his sister too.
I hurried up the stairs and found him standing in the doorway of Jilly's room. I didn't have to see his face to know he was standing there with his mouth open in shock, amazement and maybe even a little lust. I slipped up behind my son and put my arms around his waist, hugging him to me, my heavy breasts flattening out against his back. Looking over Scotty's shoulder, I smiled and said, "Hi, we're back!" to my husband and daughter.
Jilly, naked and on her hands and knees was at the moment incapable of replying, her mouth, like her brothers, gaping wide open, not from surprise but from what looked like the approach of a mind shattering orgasm...not too surprising since her father's long cock was buried deep inside her. John, my beloved husband smiled at me and our son, and managed to gasp, "Hiya, babe. Glad to see you two have made it home. We were staring to worry." His sweat slick body glistened in the afternoon light coming through the window as he slowly withdrew his cock from our daughter's cunt and then drove it home again.
I glanced at my son's face as he tried to process this incestuous and lewd scene in his head and was pleased to see that he wasn't thrashing his arms about in panic. As I hugged him to me, I replied to my husband, "Well, we made a stop on the way back. Sindi sends her love."
John's eyes widened slightly and he grinned. "She is a big ol' sexy thing, isn't she?" He glanced at our son who was now trying to move his mouth, but still hadn't found his voice. I wondered what Scotty was most preoccupied by...his sister's naked body, her pert ass hiked high in the air for her father and her swinging breasts, moving slowly back in forth in rhythm with her father's thrusts or by the actual sight of his father fucking his baby sister. "I can't wait to hear about it, Sandy!"
I started to reply, but Scotty finally recovered enough to blurt out, "Dad. I want to fuck Mom! I want to fuck her right now! Do I...can I have your permission, Dad!" He paused and took a breath, never letting his eyes fall away from his fornicating father and sister. Finally, he added in a pleading tone, "Dad...please, can I fuck Mom!"
Jilly let out a groan, her brother's words apparently exciting her beyond the pleasure her father's cock was bringing her. John too groaned in appreciation of the naughtiness of his son's request. "Well, Scotty, do you love her?"
"Dad!" exclaimed Scotty. "Dad, of course I do. I love Mom more than anything."
"Do you promise not to ever hurt her and to always treat her like a queen...to do everything within your power to make your mother happy?" John grinned, knowing that he was prolonging our son's agony.
"DAD! YES, I PROMISE! I LOVE MOM!"
Scotty's arms waved in anxious agitation and I tried to comfort him as best I could by hugging him all the tighter against my aroused body. I felt so wet and aroused that I knew if I looked down between my legs, I'd see my cunt juice splattering the carpet. "John," I said softly. "Don't tease him, baby."
My husband laughed and then nodded. "Yes, Scotty. You have my permission to fuck my wife...to fuck your mother whenever she and you want."
Scotty broke out of my embrace, jumping up into the air in joy and somehow coming back to earth having turned around and to my surprise, wrapped me in his arms and hugging me so strongly, he picked me up off the ground. I was astonished in that Scotty had rarely in his life, initiated physical contact. I was further surprised when he kissed me, pressing his mouth to mine as a man does when he claims a woman as his own, his tongue suddenly in my mouth, making me mewl like a kitten as we kissed in the doorway of his sister's room.
I could hear Jilly moaning as she and her father watched us passionately kiss while they fucked. I ran one leg up along Scotty's thigh, curling my foot behind to keep him pressed into me, enjoying his tongue dancing with mine while his hands slid up and down my semi-dressed body.
Scotty broke the kiss, pausing to lick his lips before saying, "Let's fuck, Mom!" as his hands pawed at my breasts, freeing them from my bustier.
I laughed and stepped back and said, "First things first, baby. You and I need to get a shower and take of some things before we make love." When he started to protest, I quickly placed a finger to his lips and said, "Do what Mommy says, Scotty!" I glanced over at my husband who was now slamming his cock into our youngest child with a vengeance. "Thirty minutes or so...our room?"
John who was starting to breathe hard, nodded and gasped, "We'll be there. We wouldn't miss this for the world!"
Jilly nodded in agreement, managing to grin at me through her sweaty hair now flying about her face as she began to convulse as her orgasm rose up in her. "Wa-wanna see my b-b-brother become a motherOHfucker!" she moaned as Scotty and I moved out of the room.
Holding Scotty by the hand, I began moving towards my bedroom, but suddenly felt him moving away as we passed the upstairs bathroom. "Where are you going, son?" I asked, a little surprised to see him trying to part from me.
