Uptown Spun

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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.

"Well, Threads, are you going to take a shower in your clothes?"

The 23-year old chuckled at the dig and began undressing—fast. In a matter of seconds he was bare.

He gazed at her, she at him. Their hungry looks were accented by their labored breathing. Young Dante was like a deer caught in headlights. In a way, he was caught in

her

headlights. Athena's large, full tits rose and fell with each aroused breath. It boggled his mind that the two bloated nipples before him were the same ones which nursed him as a baby.

She adored his muscles and chiseled top. But it was his outstretched dick which captivated her. In the well-lit bathroom, Athena could take her time in marveling at its satisfying length and girth. The vein seemed fuller. The scrotal sac was taut. She licked her lips as the ample, pulsing rod pointed at her.

She flashed a provocative, "come hither" look to him and turned around, stepping into the shower. Rob was visually glued to her generous buttocks spread as she moved into the stall. The stripper followed.

Getting clean was their original intention. That would be delayed by the return—or the continuation—of untamed, taboo lust.

"Spread 'em."

*

The sound of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh was an acoustic, X-rated flurry. The raw sex was getting good to both of them. Rob loved screwing a woman from behind. For him it was animalistic, just like when a male beast mated with a female one. Not only was it back-door lovin', but it was a great symbol of the male conquering the enthusiastic partner.

What is more animalistic

, his horny mind reasoned,

than conquering your own hot and very willing mother?

Athena loved bathroom sex. She often was the giver and receiver of showery, Sapphic love with Marti. In the wonderful beginning years of her marriage she got such a thrill being on her knees blowing her husband while under the flowing shower.

"Uggh! Ahhh! Oh!"

"Arrrgghh!"

It was a hedonistic "cause and effect" scenario. The unrelenting pounding Rob was giving Athena caused her cunt to lubricate faster, its greedy insides wildly slurping and releasing his charging prick. The effect was that he fucked quicker and more feral—like there was no tomorrow.

"Ohhhhh, shit, mom!" he bellowed gazing down at her quaking butt cheeks. He massaged them, then pried them apart to view the actual intercourse.

"You're the greatest piece of ass—ever!"

The randy compliment got the Italian-Cuban goddess amped up. She was already doing an outstanding job meeting his jabs by throwing her ass backward at him. A few seconds later Athena wiggled her rear, causing his manhood to squirm inside of her, along with hastening the release of her juices.

"You bet I am, son!" she confidently agreed.

There was a bit more of the lust-filled, untamed pitching and catching. Then she mashed her back into his chest and turned her head to the left, signaling for a kiss. The strapping lad pushed his mouth toward hers. Their fevered, wiggling tongues met and dueled.

He brought his hands to her front and cupped her jiggling mammaries.

"Oh!" she yelped!

His touch was everywhere on her heaving chest. He mauled her breasts, repeatedly and wildly. His hands caressed and squeezed the fleshy rack, paying special attention to the curvy underside. He lifted them as if weighing them. His thumbs and forefingers were having a field day with her fiery, turgid nipples. He rolled them, tweaked them, causing her to whimper in his mouth while they Frenched.

Rob and Athena were beside themselves. They were submerged in the world of consensual incest. Any pretense or feeble excuse was left at the club. They would deal later on with the mental and emotional aspects of their earlier, unplanned union. Right now they were lost in the scorching decadence of the moment.

Athena pushed off his chest, bent forward, and reattached her palms to the tile. Rob's reaction was automatic. He gripped once again her flaring hips and revved up his spearing.

"Fuck me, baby! Fuck me, good! That's it!" she salaciously cheered on. "Fuck momma good!"

"Uggghhhhh!" he snorted.

The babe's breathing was a heavy pant. Her greedy, syrupy, white-hot pussy was squeezing his driven phallus for all its gratifying goodness. Every time he "rang" her cervix, she saw stars. Athena had sailed into sexual delirium, and became 'thirsty.'

"Let me know when you're going to come," she growled.

Moving like a piledriver, tapping away at the illicit snatch, Rob could only offer his compliance as a stutter.

"Oh—oh--okay."

A few moments later, he did as he was told.

"Mom! Mom! I'm going to cum!"

Her eyes had been closed, relishing in the All-Star boning she was getting. Once she heard the warning, her pupils flew open and she looked over her shoulder.

"Get out of me and step back," she directed.

Stupefied but ever the obedient child, Rob pulled out his well-endowed dick from Athena's twat. A small "plop" could be heard even within the falling shower. He stepped back to the edge of the bath mat, astonished at what he witnessed next.

The horny mom pushed herself off the tile, stood straight, turned around so she was directly facing him, and lowered herself to her knees. She looked at the stiff, quivering cock, entirely laminated in her pussy juices. She grabbed it by its base and directed it to her waiting, open mouth. Her lips quickly engulfed it, taking it deep into her mouth. She closed her eyes, ecstatic over the dual taste of man-meat and her sap. When her tongue lifted up to the penile underside, Rob's seed erupted out.

"Aaaarggghhhh!" roared Michelangelo's David.

The first salvo of the thick, hot cream splashed against the back of her throat. It jolted both of them, him pushing forward and thus pushing her head back slightly. His penis was like an unmanned fire hose with the water turned on, swirling all around inside her mouth and painting it white. Her eye lids began to flutter as the rich, salty flavor of his cum slid down her esophagus and deliciously encompassed her sense of taste.

Athena's throat muscles recovered from the initial discharge, but not before some of the forbidden spunk drooled out of her nursing lips. This didn't matter to her. In fact, because she was unable to fully intake his jizz she felt even more wanton. Her awareness of the male cream oozing down her chin catapulted her lust beyond the stratosphere.

Rob looked down and was in awe of the uber-hot scene before him. His beautiful, nude mother was working his spewing dick like a porno queen. She gazed up at him with profound lust, her cheeks shallowed and her chin white from the leaking magma.

"Ohhhhhhhh, mom!"

She gave him a sexy wink and grasped the bottom of his shaft. She started jacking him. Then she opened her mouth, offering him an extremely raunchy display. Rob saw the inside of her mouth was cum-filled, the white pool being expertly swallowed while at the same time his fat cockhead was replenishing the pool with more release. Her eager, waggling tongue was covered in the sticky whiteness.

Athena closed her jaws around the virile organ and greedily clung to it. As he continued his eruption, she began to climax. Her vagina throbbed and her hips bucked as the orgasm swept over her like a thunderstorm. She moaned and mmm-ed loudly, removing the hand which was on his back leg and placed it between her thighs. She fanned her electric clit to expedite her own carnal crescendo.

Since Rob was lost in his own orgasmic world, he had no idea the increased suction and jacking he was enjoying was because his mom was herself climaxing. All he knew was the sucking got harder and the jacking got faster. He rubbed his fingers through her sopping hair, holding her head and rocking back and forth, fucking her mouth and ejaculating into it.

When the lovers finished their culminations, she released his prick with a resounding smack. Athena licked her lips like a just-fed cat, not wanting to miss any drop of the precious man-sauce. She looked at the still-rigid pecker then up at him. The waterlogged 23-year old appeared haggard, standing on weak knees, with his mouth in a large 'O' shape. His breathing just started resuming normalcy. She stood up in front of him, grinning.

"Fuck, Mom! That blowjob was phenomenal!"

She was perversely thrilled, and giggled her appreciation. He continued his taboo rave.

"I'm serious! You could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch!"

"Well, thank you, son. As long as it's

this

trailer hitch," she commented while gently grabbing his dick and balls, "then I'll continue my appreciated talent."

They stared into each other's eyes with a mix of lust and love. She broke the visual stalemate.

"Now let's

really

shower."

He handed her the bar of Dial from the soap dispenser.

*

"Ohhhh!" Athena softly moaned.

What? What's going?

she silently questioned.

"Oh! That feels wonderful!" the sleeping beauty assessed in a low, euphoric tone.

What's happening? Where am I? Marti?

This groggy line of questioning was made to herself as she turned her head, eyes still closed.

"Ahhhhh!"

The luxurious wave of pleasure which was sweeping over her prone, bare shape emanated from her between her spread thighs.

"Oh! Yessss!" she sighed, now recognizing what was taking place.

The semi-comatose hottie was being eaten out in bed.

A wicked smile appeared over her face. She rolled her lush ass into the mattress, her eyes languidly opened as she once again turned her head.

Athena looked down and saw Rob between her opened legs and bent knees. His head was above her pubic bone, moving up and down. When it was on the upstroke, she felt his tongue running up and along the length of her moistening slit. On the downstroke she felt nothing. But then there was that tantalizing upward lap. And so on. He was licking her pussy like an ice cone, and as only Robby Threads can—slowly and confidently.

"Ohhh, son!" she purred, her eyes rolling back into her head.

Her girlfriend Marti was a black belt in cunnilingus. As the flat of his tongue glided up and over her elated sex lips, Athena knew Marti had competition. His numerous, deliberate northerly swipes purposely avoided the worried clit.

Rob started to nibble on her dewy petals, taking them gently into his mouth and rolling them between his lips then releasing them so they could spring back into their original, wrinkled form. The parental hips began undulating as her ecstasy took flight.