This is my first story in the incest/taboo category, and it was inspired by a few stories of the same setting already written here that I enjoyed reading. I will give links to the stories I'm talking about in the comments. This story grew to be longer than I originally planned. I didn't want to skip the part where the background of the characters is explained, and I wanted to grow their relationships slowly. Since there are multiple characters to follow, it took several pages to cover their story, so bear with me.
I welcome all feedback, private or public.
All characters are over 18 years of age at all times, in every scene.
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Mary Winter woke when the summer morning sun reached her eyes between the drapes in her bedroom. She turned away from the glare, feeling John still cuddling her naked body. He was still asleep. They had slept naked because John fucked her long into the night. They both knew it might be the last time for a week when they had a chance to do it, and they took it.
Sex with John was almost overwhelming, something that Mary had never experienced in her 52 years. It could have something to do with John being Mary's 22-year-old gorgeous son.
They had been lovers in secret since last summer. One whole year already, almost to date. She remembered it well because today they were about to leave for the family summer Villa, where it all had started a year ago.
Mary got up, careful not to wake John. As she took her first steps she felt how sore her pussy was. Glancing in the mirror, she saw that her breasts had bruises on them. She smiled at her sleeping son, who had made them and given her that aching pussy. John was a quarterback on the local football team and had the strength and stamina to do it.
'God! I love how he fucks me rough,' Mary thought while sneaking out of the room, feeling how John's last night's deposit of semen was still dripping from her. Once in the hallway, she headed for the bathroom, planning on taking a shower before breakfast and packing for the trip.
Mary had divorced John's father, Jeremy, 20 years ago. They never heard from the man again once he left, and she hadn't been sad for a single day. Their marriage had been a difficult one from the beginning, and practically fell apart once she got pregnant with John. It took him only two years after he was born to walk out. John had never really known his father, and she had raised him with the help of her relatives.
Mary and her family owned a local bakery and catering business that their grandparents had founded. Practically, the whole family worked there. Mary ran the sales and store. John oversaw the deliveries for local stores, cafeterias, and restaurants. Her two sisters, Milly, who was 47, and Margaret, who was 50, ran the catering. Milly's son Ross, who was 18, was still a senior in high school but was always ready to help. Margaret's son Finn attended a local baking and pastry school to become a baker and continue the traditions started by his grandfather. Finn was 20.
The upcoming week would be their holiday, the one week off from work, when the three sisters and their sons headed for the Villa. They had been going there since the boys were young. At that time, Milly's and Margaret's husbands had come along, but like Mary, Margaret had divorced, and Milly's husband had died five years ago. So, it was just moms and sons who would relax and have a good time, but this year, things were different because of Mary's ongoing relationship with John.
'How the fuck can we keep it a secret for a whole week and sleep in the same house with the family,' Mary thought when she showered.
She wasn't the problem in her opinion, but John's eagerness to fuck his mother almost every night was. He had become insatiable after she had given her pussy for him for the first time. Still, Mary had to admit that she craved him too. When John had opened the gates that had held back her sexual desires for years, it was hard to close them even for a week. She loved their sex. She loved her son's tall and athletic body and his cock. Most of all, she loved the way her son made her feel wanted.
Mary was drying herself after the shower when she heard steps from behind, then warm hands on her belly and soft lips on her neck.
"Good morning, Mom." John's voice was drowsy, even when she could feel that not all parts of him were asleep anymore. He insisted on calling her Mom despite the nature of their relationship, and Mary had to admit it turned her on just as much as it did him.
"Good morning, baby." She leaned back and kissed his cheek.
"Feeling sick this morning, Mom?" There was a concerned tone in his voice, and he massaged her belly gently.
"No. I think it's passing already." Mary turned in his arms and pressed her naked body against his. She could feel her desire to wake up again. 'How does he do it?' Mary thought to herself while looking at her son.
"That's good. I hate seeing you feeling sick."
She was relieved that the morning sickness had passed, and the pregnancy wasn't yet visible, since it would be a problem during the week. She wasn't ready to reveal it to anyone else just yet. They had fucked without protection from the beginning, John almost always shooting his semen into her pussy without her getting pregnant, but three months ago, his timing had been accurate enough to impregnate her. At first, Mary had been terrified, not believing that she could still get pregnant at her age. They had talked about abortion but had decided to keep the baby.
There was an upside to this, the pregnancy made her horny as hell.
Mary felt his cock pressing against her belly when they continued kissing, but they didn't have time to take it further. Milly and Ross would arrive any minute, and they needed to get ready. She stroked her son's erection a couple of times and told him to head for a shower.
"I need to pack a few more things, so get yourself ready. This..." she said, kissing her son's engorged organ, "...will have to wait until we get back home."
Milly and Ross arrived 15 minutes later when Ross pulled their Chevy van into their driveway. Ross walked in and gave her a peck.
"Where's John?" he shouted, running up the stairs.
"In his bedroom, packing."
Mary hugged her sister, "He seems excited."
"Yeah, he's been waiting for this for weeks. He's looking forward to spending time with his cousins."
Mary knew that 18-year-old Ross looked up to his older cousin and held him as an example in many things. John was an upstanding young man who worked hard, paid part of the household bills, and did the chores. Her sisters sometimes wondered what kept John from leaving home and getting a girlfriend, but he always reminded them of his duties at work and his obligation to his Mom.
He had had a serious relationship when he was 20 and had planned on marrying his fiancée, but she had broken off the engagement and left to study in California. That was just five months before the night in the Villa where they had their life-changing encounter.
"It's going to be an amazing week. I think we all need this break from everything," Mary said, and shouted to John and Ross to hurry.
Instead of finding John in his bedroom, Ross found his cousin in his mom's room, packing clothes. It was a bit strange, but he didn't think much about it.
"Hi. Are you ready for the week? Did you pack your gear?" John greeted his younger cousin when he barged through the open door. They planned to train during the week and agreed to take some of their training gear along.
"Yeah, some of it. All won't fit in the car since we are picking up Margaret and Finn, and he is also bringing his."
"Not a problem, we can concentrate on agility training. There should also be some weights for us."
"That sounds good to me. Besides, with all the beer I brought, the gear won't fit me at the end of the week." Ross smirked at his cleverness.
"Right, first summer as an adult." The cousins threw high-fives.
"Come on, boys!" Moms shouted from downstairs.
