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Incest—a word that has extreme negative connotations. The image that most often comes about when the word is mentioned is that of a father forcing himself on his daughter. Any forcible sex act, especially done by a parent to a child, should result in the parent being punished in legal and non-legal ways.
This is a fantasy of consensual incest between adults. It is intended for adults who are interested in reading about consensual sex between relatives. If this offends you, do not continue any further.
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"Ohhhhhh!" groaned the beauty as she was mounted from behind.
She closed her eyes and tossed back her head, then tilting it to the side to further avoid the descending shower water. Her hands were pressed against the wet tile, legs spread and curvy ass cheeks upturned in a lewd, inviting way.
First was the feel of his strong hands on her ample hips. Next was the touch of his prick. When the lengthy, stiff, throbbing member touched her right buttock, she shivered. When it dragged to the left and rested on her butt-crack, she gasped. Then came his whispered directive.
"Spread 'em."
She thought she had already offered him spacious access to her anxious cunt. She really didn't care, though. The lusty command made her labia flare with more arousal, more yearning. Her long, sleek legs inched outward.
She was soon rewarded when the knob-like top of his penis was placed against the very moist opening of her womanhood. His hands took a stronger hold of her hip flesh. Then he smoothly pushed forward, the purple helmet delving in between the pliant, wrinkled folds.
The penetration was slow...excruciatingly, pleasurably slow. It was just as he had intended.
"Aaahhh!" he moaned.
The beauty relished how inch by inch of the sleek, succulent cock was inserted into her moist cake. There was a part of her which wished he just slammed it in. Then there was the other part of her which was not only thrilled at the gradual approach in terms of the luxurious sensations she was enjoying, but also marveled at his technique. He could take his time, giving pleasure as much as receiving it.
"Sooooo good!" she hissed, not sure if her critique was heard by him considering the water falling from the nozzle.
When his testicles clanged against her, they both grunted. He had completely filled her up. She looked over her shoulder at him. Her eyes were glazed over and she was biting her lower lip. His eyes also had a glassy appearance, but mixed with a knowing confidence.
As the shower splashed down on both of them, they hungrily stared at each other. Then he began thrusting...gradually. Her mammoth, hanging breasts, topped with diamond-hard nipples, swirled around.
"Ugh, ugh, ugh!" she stammered in carnal bliss.
The hot and wet, silky grip of her pussy egged him on.
"Aarghh!" he huffed.
The pace of his thrusts increased to a steady clip. The seesawing of his dick in her gash got her literal juices flowing.
"Oh yesss! Fuck meeee!" screamed Athena Dante as her son Rob was screwing her yet again this night.
*
The illicit couple had left The Ladies Room club in their own personal cars. Her Hyundai Elantra followed his Caddie ELR Coupe for the twenty minute drive to his Port Chester home. It had been a monumental night for both of them. They had committed the most taboo sexual act, unplanned—and in public, unbeknownst to everyone in the establishment. As if the lustful act wasn't enough, there was the double-downing of the unexpected; an emotional chord was struck between the two.
Can you fall in love with your mother right after you fucked her? And vice-versa?
These were the questions swirling around Rob's mind as he drove.
Robby Threads had gotten the sense—and physical cues—from previous women that he slept with from the Room when they had fallen for him. Most of his lovers knew their relationship was strictly physical. The few who had 'gone emotional' he had to carefully let down, emphasizing the nature of his job, and that he personally didn't want anything beyond a mutually satisfying lay. This was all thrown out tonight with his mom.
He slowed down at the traffic light which was just before the turn he made to go up the small hill and into his driveway.
"Oh shit," he commented exasperatedly.
Van Halen's
Why Can't This Be Love?
was the song right after the commercial.
He rolled his eyes. Then he glanced in the mirror at the Elantra. His mother was smiling at him. Rob wondered if she was grinning because she was listening to the same radio station.
Man, she has a dazzling smile.
The light changed. Young Dante was lost in the vision of the gleaming Athena. She tapped her horn. The brief sound woke him from his reverie. He saw the green light, flicked his directional and made the right turn. Her car shadowed the Caddie and was soon parked next to it. The two got out of the vehicles and walked hand-in-hand along the short pathway from the garage to the front door.
"Very nice," the 42 year-old parent appraised the dwelling, standing in the living room. "Stripper money?"
Rob's face was a pretend look of hurt after he locked the door.
"Oh, I'm sorry, sonny boy," she quipped.
He smiled at her. She returned it. Then they stepped toward each other. Standing nose to nose, the smiles disappeared into looks of longing, and emotional apprehension. The looks morphed into a long, sensual, wet kiss.
The smooch broke and they rested their foreheads against each other. Mother and son both looked down, then into each other's eyes. They were visually asking each other questions neither one could provide answers for at the moment. She ended the stalemate.
"I—we—should get cleaned up."
"Yeah," he agreed while clearing his throat. "The bathroom is this way."
She put her hand against his chest to halt his movement. He looked quizzically at her. Athena was hesitant.
"I'm nervous," she stated.
"About taking a shower?"
The sarcastic reply interrupted her apprehension. She chuckled and playfully slapped his arm.
"I am too," he confided.
"It's been a crazy night," she summarized.
"'Crazy' doesn't even begin to describe it."
She nodded.
Then there was silence, and more gazing into each other's eyes.
"You said back at the club that you didn't want to make the same mistake Dad made. What did you mean by that?"
"Mom, you are a gorgeous woman," he replied. "You're a survivor, an overcomer, intelligent, strong-willed and...INCREDIBLE in the sack."
She smiled, loving all the compliments.
"Something clicked when we were fucking back at the club. Seeing you in that dress, then
out
of that dress, the whole incest thing got me so incredibly horny. I truly have never felt so turned-on like that with any other woman before. But then when we were actually screwing, it beyond the sex and incest. I started feeling something 'real.' Again, I haven't felt that with any woman I fucked before. Well, not since..."
Athena was shaking her head. She was silently telling him he didn't have to mention the name of his ex-fiancée who had cheated on him. She had learned of this devastating betrayal in one his emails. It had torn her heart, both as his parent and as a fellow recipient of broken fidelity.
Rob listened to his mother. He did not utter his ex's name. But he did continue, first running his fingers through his hair, looking about the room, and feeling very exasperated and lost.
"Shit! I'm something else, aren't I? I not only unexpectedly fuck my own mother—enjoying it immensely, but then I fall in love with her!"
She stared at him with a warm, endearing look.
"Hey! Hey! It takes two to tango. I was planning—more like hoping—to get Marti's sloppy seconds with a stripper. I didn't know the stripper was going to be my son. And I too, loved how you screwed me six ways from Sunday."
She paused, to lock her eyes onto his.
"I have also fallen in love tonight...with my son. Then, we are
both
something else."
The parental words eased him—and her.
They kissed, tenderly and slowly.
Athena's playfulness kicked in. She put her nose to his chest, inhaled, and withdrew displaying a disgusted look.
"Son, you smell like your old dirty diapers."
He laughed.
"And I was going to be a gentleman by holding the shower door for you."
She chuckled.
They passed through the bedroom. Athena glanced at the Texas king size bed and wondered about all the women who had been there. She knew she was next. The onset of excitement began in her nether region. She also had butterflies in her stomach, more akin for a teenage crush.
Rob reached in and turned on the light. She looked around and appreciated the spaciousness and modern look of the bathroom. Then she began disrobing.
In lustful fascination he watched her, his eyes flaring and his penis hardening. The sexiness of her mouth-watering, MILF body was once again being shown to him. With her clothes puddled around her feet and her heels discarded, the divorcee was completely nude. She sardonically viewed the apparel difference.
