It began when my sister Inci and her son Peter came to stay with my wife and me for a week. Although older than me at 49, Inci was still an attractive woman who looked 10 years younger thanks in part to her slim figure (despite having three children). She was married to an English guy, Sir John, which hadn't gone well with the rest of the family, in particular my father. But he was very successful in the banking trade. Of course, she would use to moan to my wife about the hours Sir John worked. However, she did enjoy the dividends that his job brought (money, car, designer clothes, etc...). She also organised herself a good social life (separate from her husband); though she never dallied (all my sisters were brought up to believe in Turkish values as to regarding marriage even though John was English).
They had three children - two girls (Angela 29) & (Ayla 27) and one boy (Peter 20). The two girls had already left home and were living lives of their own with Peter being the only child left living at home though now attending a local college. It was no secret that he was Inci's favourite. Possibly because he had come so late in her life.
As I said, Inci came and visited me for a week. She and Peter had just returned from a holiday in Cyprus (visiting relatives) and both were sporting healthy tans. Peter had nothing better to do before going back to college (all his friends were away or busy) so he tagged along.
Unfortunately, my wife had to work up north all that week and my son (who was two years younger than Peter) was away on a school field trip. Although I was able to take most of the week off, there was one day I had to go into London to attend an important business meeting. On that day, Inci gave me a lift to the station and promised to pick me up when I called.
Although the day started out okay, by mid-morning I was starting to feel a bit unwell. Before lunch I was forced to leave my meeting and catch an early train home. I tried phoning my house but all I got was my answer machine (presumably Inci and Peter were out) so I took a taxi. Once home, I found the house empty and I collapsed on a settee in a small room just off the living room and fell into a light sleep, a warm rug wrapped round me
I awoke a while later feeling almost my old self and saw Inci slumped in a chair in the main room wearing a dressing gown (obviously she had just had a shower) sipping a whisky. She looked upset and later it came out that my brother-in-law had phoned saying that he had to work all the following weekend and they wouldn't be able to celebrate her birthday (though he did promise to make it up to her). I was looking directly at Inci but she hadn't spotted me.
I was just about to call out to her when a voice shouted: "Mum! Are you home?"
I kept quiet as Inci answered him. "In here, dear." and in walked in Peter.
If you listened to my wife, Peter had become a very good looking guy over the past few years and looking at him now, I had to agree. He towered above both his parents (Inci was just over 5 foot and John was not that much taller). Judging from the muscle tone of his arms (he was wearing a t-shirt), it looked like he had started working out. He obviously saw that Inci was upset and when he enquired what was the matter, she told him about the weekend.
Sympathetically, Peter pulled Inci to her feet and gave her a hug. Smiling, he suggested that they went out since I was not due home for at least a few hours. She agreed. They seemed to pause in their embrace and then Inci pulled away, perhaps aware that she was only wearing a dressing gown (and a thin one at that)?
"I had better get changed," she said.
"Can't we have a quick drink first?" asked her son.
Inci paused for a moment and then said, "Okay, what would you like?"
"A whisky?" I heard him asked.
Inci looked at him; "You know that you are too young to drink whisky, young man" she scolded.
"Aw come on Mum, one won't hurt - please?"
After a pause, she said "Alright, but don't tell your father!"
Inci bent over the drinks cabinet and poured both of them a whisky. With her back to him, she didn't see Peter look at her covered rump.
"My God, was he actually eyeing up own his mother?" I wondered, "Surely not?"
Then I happened to glance at the front of his pants and saw what looked like a bulge. I was speechless; he actually had an erection. I couldn't believe it! I knew that guys his age were constantly horny (I used to be like that myself) but to be aroused by his own mother? And I am sure my wife had told me that Inci had complained in the past on how many girlfriends he had.
Peter was already sitting on the settee by the time Inci had finished and came over to join him.
"Cheers" she said and both of them took a swig from their glasses. They idly chatted for a few minutes and then Peter saw that Inci's glass was empty.
"Come on Mum, I'll get you another one" he smiled.
"I shouldn't really. I have already had two." she replied.
"Oh come on."
She relented and Peter went over to the drinks cabinet. I noticed that his glass wasn't empty but he quickly remedied that by gulping down its contents and then refilling both glasses with liberal amounts of whisky and a very small amount of soda.
Peter returned to the settee and handed Inci her glass. She took a mouthful and said "My God! How much whisky did you put in this?".
"Sorry, Mum!" was all Peter said before bolting the entire contents of his drink down his throat, causing him to splutter.
"Silly! You shouldn't drink it like that!" Inci said.
They continued talking and the conversation came round to my brother-in-law. At length, Peter started going on about how badly his father treated her and that it wasn't right. Inci only half-heartedly tried to defend him.
Peter leaned forward and embraced Inci, kissing her on the cheek.
"I do love you, Mum".
"I love you too dear" replied Inci, hugging him back.
Peter then pulled back a bit and then kissed her hard on the mouth. Immediately, my cock soared into an instant erection.
"Peter! How many times have I told you not to kiss me like that!" Inci scolded after she broke the kiss. "I don't know what has gotten into you since we've been away."
I couldn't help but stare. I knew that Peter had always been affectionate towards her, more so than his two sisters. I just didn't know how affectionate. When Peter clasped her to him and began babbling, she still thought she could handle the situation.
As far as I could make out he was groaning, "I'm sorry! I do love you, Mum" while palming her breast through her thin dressing gown.
I was stunned, but Inci seemed to take it in her stride. It didn't look like this was the first time she had to fight off her son's amorous advances. Regaining control, she pushed him gently away.
"Peter, I am worried about this unhealthy attitude you have about me." she said firmly.
"I'm sorry, Mum - I couldn't help it" Peter replied.
Looking at him as she put down her glass, she said, "No it's my fault. I know that all you boys think of is sex. But you should be interested in girls of your age, not your mother."
"But you are so beautiful!" Peter protested.
"Peter, STOP IT!" said Inci sternly, "I am your mother! You have to stop this, it's not healthy." She paused, looking at herself in her dressing gown; "Now, I think I'd better get changed before you get any more ideas."
Peter didn't say a word except just sit there.
My sister took one sip of her drink and then leant forward to put her glass down, on to the coffee table. That was where she made her mistake, as she leant forward, the top of her dressing gown came apart slightly. The gap was too little and too far away for me to see but obviously Peter could see right into it and I saw him stiffen. I still remembered her gasping as he shot his hand inside her robe, scooping out one breast which he literally covered with great, groaning kisses.
"No, no Peter, stop it! I am your mother!" I could hear the gasp in her voice as she pushed him away.
To my astonishment I was now on Peter's side, and willed him to carry on. I felt my erection getting stiffer (so much so that I had to unzip my flies) as watched and almost collapsed with frustration when Peter slipped to his knees, blurting apologies amidst a stream of tears with Inci trying to comfort him. But it was only momentary, and I watched anxiously as he raised the bottom of Inci's robe almost to her waist.
Groaning, Peter bent to kiss her legs, but sensed that his fingers would have the most effect at this point, and his urgent probing at the very top of her legs made Inci gasp. She made one tremendous effort to still the hand that was caressing her flesh, but Peter wasn't about to give in. I could hear her shouting "Peter, stop it! I mean it!"
"But I want you so much, Mum!" groaned Peter and if to prove it, he leant back and quickly undid his belt and flies, freeing his erect penis.
Inci's eyes bulged as she took in the dimensions of her son's huge erection.
"Oh my God! Put that thing away!!! " she exclaimed bring her hand to her mouth but I noticed that she never stopped looking at it.
I must admit, I always I thought I was nicely blessed but next to this big brute (which looked more at home on a donkey), mine looked like a tiddler. I was instantly envious.
However, what shocked me more was seeing my sister despite what she had told Peter reaching out and taking it her hands and finding it too thick for her fingers to encompass it.
For a while Inci stroked as if she wanted to make it as big as possible. Then she swung her legs along the settee, lifting her arse so that Peter could open her robe further.
Simultaneously, Peter and I gasped at the sight of her cunt. I have never saw a cunt looking so vulgar and flushed, ruddy with lust as I did hers that day. I sensed, rather than saw, that a sheen of Inci's love juices had flooded on to her thighs which she had spread wide, still arching her bottom off the settee towards Peter's tool. He had slipped down his trousers and poised his muscley thighs between Inci's totally abandoned legs. There was to be no finesse. Both mother and son were lost to the lewdest of sensual lust, and I raised my head slightly, panting almost in time with the mating before my widening gaze.
Suddenly the phone rang which nearly gave all three of us a heart-attack. Pulling her robe together, Inci quickly got up, pushing Peter aside in her mad scramble to the phone.
"Oh hi!", she said to the person on the other end of the line, "No, I am alright..... No he hasn't phoned but I am due to pick him up from the station". It was my wife. "I get him to give you a call when he comes in."
Inci hang up the phone. She turned back to Peter who was by now sitting on the settee, his large organ still jutting out in front of him.
"I must get dressed", she said coldly and went upstairs. The moment was gone. I groaned in frustration, cursing my wife for phoning.
Peter just sat there on the settee. Then slowly, he started to stroke his cock. Within moments, his hands were a blur and suddenly, while groaning for his mother, he shot his thick white spunk into the air. I was astounded, I never saw so much cum as he shot wad after wad. Finally he collapsed on the settee, panting.
