The Pact

* All characters in this story are over eighteen.

The Pact

"Luke, why are we eating here again?" groaned Kya, who didn't like the fact that we had to order our dinner at the counter.

"Sorry, I'm a little short this week."

"Dude, you're short every week."

Kya, by far, is the most beautiful woman I've ever dated. She is an insatiable dynamo in bed and a dead ringer for Jenna Ortega. But there is a price to be paid.

"I'm a starving student."

She sighed, and her sighs were getting louder. If I shower and comb my hair, I'm a solid seven. But she's a ten. I have no money to cover that difference. And she has never laughed at any joke I ever told. But I'm still hanging in there, and for one very good reason. She is deep into incest roleplay, and I'm very good at it.

We hooked up on Tinder three weeks ago and got right into it. We parked our cars next to each other in an empty parking lot, and she called me "daddy" as I got in the back of her Honda Element. Without another word, she went down on me and sucked me off. She even swallowed. I then daddy-talked her into her own orgasm, and we've been together ever since.

But the novelty is wearing off. She's looking for a "daddy" that doesn't take her to cheap burger joints.

"Can't you ask your mom for money?"

"She just paid my tuition."

We found a booth, put the number on the table, and Kya slurped her iced tea like she was angry with me. "So, when are you going to fuck her?"

I never intended on fucking my mom. It was just one of those things I said during sex. And now she acts like I promised her to do it.

"She's been working extra hours, Kya. I don't see her much anymore."

"You said you'd fuck her like fifty times. You promised me, bro. A promise is a promise."

"Well, you've said the same thing about your dad."

She is always telling me she wants to fuck him, but I never encouraged her to do it. She worships him and considers him her best friend.

"I never promised anything. Besides, my stepmom is always there. But you got no excuse, dude. It's just you and your mom."

"What do you want me to do, Kya? Walk in her bedroom and rape her?"

"Bro, you promised me. In my book, that's a pact."

Kya just gave me my notice. I fuck my mom, or she's gone. Which means she's gone. It's an easy out for her, and she can blame it all on me. This cheap burger joint was the last straw, and it didn't help my case when our food arrived. It was stone cold.

But I wanted to squeeze another fuck out of her before the inevitable take down. I grinned.

"I'll give it a shot."

* * * *

My mom walks on the wild side, being an ICU nurse that does copious amounts of red wine and gummies after work. She is tall and slender, usually sprouting a few black roots in her dyed blond hair. Even though she's still attractive for forty-three, she has quite an edge to her, and she's never kept a boyfriend longer than a few weeks.

She has quite a vibe collection, which is left conspicuously in her walk-in closet, in two large plastic boxes right next to a box of used batteries. And while I've had a mild crush on her as long as I can remember, fucking her has never been on my bingo card. Until tonight.

It was just after nine when my mom got home.

"How was work, mom?"

"Terrible. How was your day?"

"Same. I had to work until four and met Kya for dinner."

"You still with her?" Mom put her backpack on the kitchen island and opened the refrigerator, retrieving a bottle of water.

"Why would you think I wouldn't be with her?"

"Oh, no reason, except for the fact that she's a slut."

"How do you know? You've only met her once."

"I know her type. She treats you like you're dirt. I don't know how you put up with that."

This was my chance. I finally figured out a way to passively flirt with my mom without any of the risk. But I'd have to embellish the truth.

"Well, I feel sorry for her. It's because of her dad."

"Her dad?"

"Yeah, I think things are a little funny between them."

"You mean sex?"

"Uh huh."

"They have sex?"

"Um, I don't know for sure, but they do things that are awfully funny."

My mom usually ignores me and goes right up to her bedroom after she gets home. But she was suddenly interested in our conversation.

"Like what?"

"Well, she implied that, you know, um...."

"Um what?"

"They get loaded together."

"That doesn't mean they have sex."

My ring tone went off. It was Kya. "Um, I gotta take this." I walked upstairs to my bedroom, closed the door, and fell back on my bed.

"Hey Kya, what's up?"

"I need you."

"Same place?"

"Yeah. Thirty minutes. Bring gummies."

She disconnected and I had a problem. I won't turn twenty-one until next month. My mom buys my gummies, and I'm all out. I took a one-minute shower and went to my bedroom. As I put on some fresh boxers, there was a sharp knock at my door that quickly opened.

"You got a date with Kya?"

My mom never gave two shits about Kya. Suddenly, she's very interested. My embellished story of father-daughter incest had her going. I was still in my boxers, and she stood in the doorway as I opened my closet and looked for a shirt.

"Yeah. Mom, I'm all out of gummies."

"What do you do with them all, Luke?"

"They're for Kya."

"Doesn't her dad buy her gummies?"

"No, he's a bong master. He doesn't do edibles." I put on my shirt and shorts and turned to see my mom sitting on my bed. She never sits on my bed. And she was wearing her short kimono robe. The one that always has me sneaking peeks.

"Alright, I'll give you two twenties, but you've got to slow down on those, boy. I'm not a dispensary." She went back to her bedroom while I combed my hair and then waited at the top of the stairs for her return. She came out of her bedroom, walked down the hallway, and put the gummies in my hand.

"You're so lucky I'm your mom. Any other mom would kill you."

I smiled, and I usually give her a quick kiss on her cheek after she buys me gummies. But this was my chance. I pecked her lips and lingered. I don't remember ever going lip to lip with her. And it opened her sleepy blue eyes.

"Luke?"

She was dazed, confused, and possibly angry. It was time to get out of Dodge. Kissing my mom lip to lip was never on my to-do list until I met Kya. In my embarrassment, I rushed down the steps and didn't look back. But she shouted her usual warning as I headed out the door.

"Drive safe."

* * * *

"You kissed her on the lips?" asked Kya. We were in the back of her Element, nude, and on our backs with our hands in each other's business.

"Yeah, I mean, I wasn't even really thinking when I did it. I just did it."

"What did she do?"

"She was surprised, but she didn't yell at me. In fact, she told me to 'drive safe', like she does every time I go out."

"Dude, you're almost there. You gotta move on her now."

"Yeah, I think so. I never thought it would be this easy."

She put her hand around my steely shaft. "Fuck, you're hard. Your mom's got you really excited."

"Yeah."

"Me too."

Kya was lit. For three weeks, she's been on my case about my mom. While she's never been much for kissing, she really got her tongue into my mouth as she stroked me.

"I want my dad's cock so bad," she whispered before she put her tongue in my ear.

The woman that was getting ready to discard me on the scrapheap of broken dreams, had suddenly changed her tune.

"You wanna taste your daddy's cock, don't you?"

"Oh yeah," she panted, "more than anything."

That's all she talks about during sex. Fucking her dad. She is the most incestuous person I've ever met. And her pussy has never been this wet. I slid into her and felt the wet warmth surrounding my shaft.

"You want your daddy to breed you?"

"I'd let him get me pregnant."

I never imagined that a woman could be so into her father. I thrust deep inside her, then pulled all the way out, then thrust in again, really pushing my cockhead up to her cervix.

"Yeah," she groaned, "I'm going crazy."

Her pussy is solid muscle, and my cock has been blessed with dozens of her orgasms, but this one was next level. Her pussy convulsed and clenched my cock as her orgasm lit up her body. She screamed and scratched my back as her pussy sucked the cum right from my balls. This was the first time she didn't stop me from cumming inside her.

I left my cock inside until it got soft, and then dismounted. We held each other quietly for several minutes. She finally lifted her head to see the mess I made inside her pussy. My sperm oozed out onto her little mattress, and she put two fingers into her slit to gather up some cum. And then she licked her fingers.

"Luke," she muttered, "we gotta get this done, okay? Whatever the risk. If it doesn't work out, at least we tried."

"You're really gonna try to fuck your dad?"

"It's the only thing I think about anymore, bro. I am dying. If it doesn't work out, I can live with you, can't I?"

"I hope so."

She held her pinky out to me so I could hold it with mine, then stared me down.

"It's a pact, dude. Let's get this done."

* * * *

When I got home, my mom was on the couch in the living room, sleeping next to a tin of gummies and an empty wine glass. She was still in her kimono robe, which was hiked up so far it exposed her crotch.

I've seen her pussy before, but only quickly, and only when she wears her kimono robe. But I've never had a good look at it.

Her legs were slightly apart, and there was enough light to make out the details. I stepped softly, quietly kneeling on the floor and looking directly down at it, confirming that she was shaved. She also had a small red rose tattoo on her mons, which looked new.

She's got quite a meaty clit and her legs were parted just enough to bless me with a convenient separation of her inner labia. I could see the entrance quite clearly, and it gave me an erection. I wanted to slip my tongue deep inside it, but I wasn't going to touch her without her knowing it. I leaned over and whispered in her ear.

"Mom...mom...you better get to bed."

She struggled to open her eyes and blinked several times before revealing a sultry smile.

"What are you doing?"

It was impossible to explain away the fact that I was kneeling on the floor right next to her.

"Um, are you going to sleep on the couch tonight?"

"You were looking at my rose, weren't you?" Her flirting smile had the adrenaline pumping through my veins. She reached out and touched my cheek softly. Her fingertips pressed onto my lips. She tried to put her index finger in my mouth, and my cock swelled.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

"Nothing."

She slipped her finger in between my lips, bringing forth my tongue which she teased, baiting me to get this moving.

"Mom, this is incest."

"Not yet."

And with my heart thumping, I went right after it. I pushed my face into her mons and kissed it three times before she pulled back her clitoral hood, exposing her meaty and erect clit.

She spread her legs wider as her labia parted and her pink slit opened up to me. "Did I ever tell you how sexy you are, baby?"

And without any thought of the consequences that awaited us, I put my tongue inside her. She just douched, so this was no accident. I was disappointed, as I love raw pussy, but I dug my tongue in and her hands immediately surrounded my head, her fingers running through my hair, as she pushed her pussy into my mouth.

After several minutes of licking every sexy inch of her crotch, she pulled me up toward her face, putting her hand behind my neck while pressing her lips into mine. Her long, slender legs wrapped around my waist as we reiterated our brief kiss on top of the stairs.

"I love you so much," she whispered, then drove her lips into mine, this time, with an open mouth and a tongue that baited me into tangling with it. I obliged, and we made out like two teens on a first date.

I pulled open her robe to reveal her small but very firm breasts. Her nipples were youthful and taut, and her lips were all over my face, as she is a passionate and very wet kisser. I pulled my tongue out of her mouth, and she helped me rip off my clothes. And my cock reveal was a good one. I was rock hard and leaking precum.

She grasped onto my shaft, surrounding it with her hand, and aimed it right for her glistening hole. This was not the get-off-and-go incest that so many mothers and sons do quickly and quietly. This was a dam bursting.

"Fuck me, my baby," she whispered as she positioned her pussy to receive my cock. She pressed her fingertip into my pee slit to gather up my precum, which she tasted. She moaned and leaned forward to intercept my cock before it got into her pussy. She put me in her mouth. I felt her tongue tingle my frenulum, and then her warm mouth surround my crown. Her tongue bathed the underside of my shaft as my crown went over her tongue and touched her tonsils. It was too much.

"I'm gonna cum, mom."

She pulled her mouth off. "Not so fast, baby." She laid back and spread her legs, her labia separating and exposing her round pink hole. "Come on, baby, put it in me."

She was dripping wet. It went in like butter, and her pussy walls formed a tight seal around my cock and sucked me in deeper. Our lips naturally converged as her erect nipples pushed up into my chest. I let her manage the kiss, and her tongue went deep in my mouth. She is an amazing fuck.

"Shoot it in mommy, baby," she groaned as my cockhead went so deep I bumped into her cervix. I drove her hard and deep, and she squeezed her vagina around my shaft. She has amazing control of her pussy, and with my cock at the precipice of an eruption, I gave her two seconds notice.

"I'm cumming."

I slammed her deep and felt her vaginal walls squeeze tightly as she dirty talked me through my orgasm.

"Shoot it in me, motherfucker. My motherfucker."

Our tongues tangled furiously as my sperm exploded into her cunt. I wanted to cum in her mouth, so I pulled out, and with cock in hand, aimed my next ejaculation at her lips. She opened wide, her tongue ready to catch my semen, which exploded all over her face. I missed her tongue but coated her lips and chin. But my third splash landed right on her tongue. She put my cockhead into her mouth and sucked the sperm out of my balls.

She moaned as she swallowed, then pulled her mouth off to suck my balls, her tongue wild and roaming all over my undercarriage, and she dipped her tongue briefly into my anus as I squeezed out some more sperm which ended up in her hair.

Still hard as a rock, I wanted her to cum, so I mounted her again, rammed it in and pulled it out. Again and again, hitting her hard and deep, until her contractions started. Sperm still on her face and hair, we tongue kissed as she thrashed and squealed as the orgasmic swells overwhelmed her.

* * * *

I've learned a lot about my mom tonight. I already knew she was wild from all her body art. It was mostly on her back, but she did have several tattoos on her arms and neck. She added the rose last month. She's had a lot of sex partners, primarily her fellow employees. And after each orgasm, she would tell me stories of her more memorable sexcapades.

"Dr. Whitcomb had this huge cock. We called him Trimix."

"Trimix?"

"Yeah, he'd inject himself with Trimix."

"What's that?"

"It makes your cock really hard for hours. Anyway, on slow nights Jessie and I would take turns in his office."

"Who is Jessie?"

"A nurse. Anyways, he was in his chair, and I was on my knees sucking him and vibing his ass. The door knocked, and we thought it was Jessie, so I opened the door with the vibe in my hand. It was his wife."

"What happened?"

"She called me a whore and then left."

"Did they divorce?"

"No. Doctors' wives. It's an occupational hazard. All the doctors fuck around, and everyone knows it. The wives either look the other way or they join in."

"How many guys have you fucked?"

"Why do you ask? My stories making you jealous, or turning you on?"

"They're very interesting."

"You're so perverted," she giggled. "How did you ever come out of my loins?" She grabbed my cock, which was already tender from her constant attention, and started stroking me again. "I got a thousand stories, baby. Ready to go again?"

"I think so."

She kissed her way down my body, stopping to run her tongue up and down my shaft.

"I'm in love with your cock," she cooed.

Sex wasn't the only thing that changed in our relationship. She was talking to me like I was her best friend. She loves to talk about sex, and she's finally able to be herself around me. And after another hot fuck, she crawled back into my arms for a passionate kiss and another confession.

"I'm a sex addict, Luke."

"You've been diagnosed?"

"Yes, I used to see a psychologist, but he said I wasn't treatable without drugs, and I just told him 'fuck it', I'm not getting on drugs for that."

"What did he say?"

"I fucked him. What could he say?"

"You fucked your psychologist?"

"Yeah, he was a real sick pervert too."

* * * *

Many hours later, we were in her bed when her alarm went off. The alcohol and THC had worn off, and reality had set in. She sat on the edge of the bed and regretted our epic night.

"What did we do?" she lamented.

"What's wrong, mom?"

"This was a mistake, Luke."

"Why?"

"Because you can have many lovers. But only one mom."

I understood her attitude. She fucked her son. All night. And she told me story after story of her amazing sex life, and in the heat of her orgasms, she would talk about getting pregnant. So, I was a bit concerned.

"You on the pill, mom?"

"Morning-after. I better go take one. Why don't you go to bed, baby? We didn't get any sleep last night."

"You gonna go to work?"

"I have to, we're short today. I'll take a nap at lunch." She went into her bathroom, and I went to my bedroom and back to sleep. Twenty minutes later, she came into my room in her nurse's outfit and sat on the edge of my bed.

"No one can know about this, Luke. No one. We can get arrested."

"For what?"

"Incest. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, mom, got it."

"Okay, I will be home at the usual time. Can you clean up my bedroom and wash my sheets?"

"Sure."

She didn't kiss me or make any affectionate gestures, which was unusual for her when she left for work. I always got a hug. But not now. It's hard to transition from being a mother, to fucking her son all night, and then going back to be a mother. But she was trying.

Five minutes after she left, I was almost asleep when my ringtone went off. I picked up my phone.

"Kya? How are you?"

"I'm in a hotel."

"Why?"

"Is your mom home?"

"She just left for work."

"I'll come over."

* * * *

Kya was in tears and fell into my arms. She was also carrying a suitcase.

"What happened?"

"You got coffee?"

"Come in."

We went into the kitchen and made two lattes. We sat down at the breakfast table, and she was in tears as she let it all out.

"I was still buzzed when I got home last night, and there was my dad, right as I came in the front door. He's been on my case ever since I got my DUI."

"He kicked you out?"

"No, he took me into his office and told me how disappointed he was and how I'm gonna kill myself if I keep this up. So, I started crying."

"Then he kicked you out?"

"No, he can't stand to see me cry, so he just hugged me. And I did it."

"Did what?"

"Kissed him on the lips. Tongue and everything."

"And that's when he kicked you out?"

"No, he went for it, Luke. He really got crazy. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. I never imagined he wanted me so badly."