A short incest piece for the Summer Loving contest. There's no build-up to this one; they're into it (no pun) from the start.
I hope you enjoy the piece regardless of its brevity.
GA -- Benissa, Spain -- 24th August 2013.
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What a sight she was, tall and lovely, naked except for the shoes and sunglasses. My mother, long black hair pinned up, huge sunglasses, her jet-black pubic bush razored to a precise strip as she skirted the edge of the pool, moving carefully on those precipitous heels.
We both looked up at the same time, the peck of mum's shoes on the tiles bringing our heads up simultaneously. Dad had been reading while I'd been thinking about nothing at all, just laid out on the sun lounger enjoying the sun on my skin.
"Hello, boys," said my mother, posing for effect, fists on her hips. She turned the lenses of her sunglasses towards me, the fly's eyes huge as she added directly, "Do you like the shoes, Simon?"
The question was rhetorical. She knew I loved her that way, really appreciated the cock-stirring picture of eroticism my own mother presented. Nude, she was beautiful, but the heels added extra zing. I thought she was glorious!
"Bloody hell, Karen," my father blurted, eyes on stalks. "You don't waste any time, eh? The lad's hardly unpacked."
My mother faced my father and shrugged, breasts jiggling with the movement.
"Why wait, Carl? Simon's here, you're here." Mum paused and gestured along the front of her body. " ... I'm here," she breathed.
My mother stepped towards the foot of my father's sunbed and pointed to his legs. "Spread 'em," she said. "And you..." the sunglasses regarded me again "...you know what to do."
With a grin plastered to his face my father placed the book under the sunbed and moved his legs so the soles of both feet were on the tiles on either side.
My mother carefully, graceful as a dancer, knelt on my father's chair, her knees and ankles together. She rested her weight on her arms, fingers curled around the frame of the lounger as she leaned forward, the peach of her derrière rising.
I paused, soaking up the image of my mother's profile: the sweeping curve of her back to those round buttocks, her arms tensed with the effort of maintaining her balance, big breasts dangling.
She threw a glance my way, her expression still hidden behind the enormous shades.
"Come on, Simon," mum purred. She swayed her hips, rocking side-to-side in invitation. "Get behind me. Give your mother's pussy a lick."
My father winked at me. "Good to have you here for the summer, son," he said. He held his erect cock upright. "I know your mum's missed you." He winked again and then groaned when, ducking her head, my mother, hands off dad's dick since she had to keep a grip on the creaking aluminium frame, took the cock-head between her painted lips.
I watched them for a few seconds, mesmerised by the sight of my beautiful mother's cheeks drawing in, the concavity caused by her sucking on my father's root.
My dad gasped and sighed, his face a slack-jawed mask of idiocy as he watched his wife hoover at his erection.
A few seconds of this before: "Simon," my mother snapped at me. "Please. Behind me." She risked upsetting the fragile balance by releasing her grip with one hand to wave in the general direction of her upraised hips. "Come on. Don't stand there gawping. I'm hot for your tongue. Lick me, darling. Taste mummy's pussy and then give me the benefit of your lovely cock."
Who was I to deny my mother her pleasure?
Unable to resist cranking my hard-on, I moved behind my mother and squatted. "You just get more and more beautiful," I mumbled.
"Thank you, you lovely boy," my mother purred. "That's so nice of you to say. Now, kiss me there. Lick me, darling."
She gommed my father's cock-head while I continued to gaze for a little longer, the mollusc of her plump
labia majora
peeping from between her thighs.
"I've missed you so much," I breathed"
I used my thumbs to splay my mother's flesh, her buttocks parting to reveal the dark roundel of her sphincter, the meaty flaps of her inner lips tacky and reluctant, gluey with her desire.
Mum's sex pouted at me, her cerise core pink and molten, and for a beat or two I took that wonderful sight in. Then, with my mother exposed to me in such an unguarded way, I leaned in and dabbed tip of my tongue at the taboo smudge of her sphincter.
Her voice came back to me, thick and curdled with lust as she chuckled: "You dirty bugger. Carl," she added. "He's licking my arse."
I heard my father's low chuckle. "Good lad."
My mother's hips shook as she tried -- a half-hearted attempt at best -- to dislodge me.
Of course she capitulated and purred, "That feels lovely, darling, and I adore feeling you squirming back there, I do, I really do, but I'd prefer it of you paid attention to my clit. Lick my clitty and use your fingers inside me. Get me all worked up before we fuck. I want lots of lovely orgasms today. A celebration of your homecoming."
Again, what else could a dutiful son do? I had to comply?
I did as my mother asked and sucked at her clitoris. Holding her open I wriggled my tongue as deep as I could manage into the sluice of her sex. I could taste her desire, her body oiling as it prepared for the incestuous coupling of mother and son.
While I lapped away, curling my fingers inside my mother, I heard my father muttering about how good she was at sucking cock. I pulled away for a moment, easing the burning in my thighs by standing upright so I could witness my mother's face distorted around the considerable girth of her husband's erection.
During that lull I saw my father lift mum's head from his lap, remove the sunglasses from her face and then stare into her eyes as he whispered, "I love you, Karen."
"I love you, too," my mother returned with a croak. "I love what we do. Together, as a family, I love it, Carl. Seducing Simon was worth it."
Dad slid my mother's shades under his seat before my parents kissed. He reached up with both hands and laid his palms against his wife's cheeks, the kiss lengthening, their tongues slowly entwining.
I stared at them, a blade of jealousy stabbing beneath my ribs before I suppressed the corrosive emotion -- It wasn't fair to resent my father's love for his wife; I would have my moment kissing my mother in the same manner, the same expression of love in our eyes as we stared at each other.
Squatting again I splayed my mother's flesh and slurped at her crease from clitoris to anus, eliciting such a long, low moan from her -- a clear signal of appreciation.
Then I concentrated all I had on, if not getting her to orgasm, at least taking her most of the way there. I sucked and licked and fingered, using every technique learned at her instruction in the two years we'd been lovers.
The sun lounger rattled, screeking across a few tiles while the three of us, my father, my mother and I, gasped and grunted and sighed, each of us absorbed by what we hoped was just the beginning of a long summer of incestuous loving.
The villa was perfect: the pool, the privacy, the weather -- all of it conducive to nude living and casual fucking. I looked forward to days of doing nothing, the rigours of university forgotten for a few months while I lazed in the sun and drank wine with my mother. The alcohol -- as well as the sun and the availability of hard cock -- made her randy, and often, pleasantly squiffy on red wine, we'd share languid kisses, my hands on her body while she fisted my length and we inevitably ended up joined together.
My mother is an enthusiastic lover, very vocal and, when lost in the throes, capable of the most surprising outpouring of potty-mouthed exhortations.
I hadn't been at her for long before she moaned and then snarled, "Lick my cunt. My clit, suck my clit ... I'm close ... Oh, fuck ... I'm so fucking close..."
She babbled and groaned and gasped, whining and squealing on and on before, with a huge, guttural grunt she blurted out she was coming and ordered me in no uncertain terms to fuck her.
My cock slid inside my mother in one easy glide. She was so wet, so hot down there, so tight, her insides clenching with her orgasm.
I'd been dreaming about being with my mother for weeks, literally counting down the days before I could return to Cyprus and the villa my parents now lived in. Skype sessions were one thing, and as enjoyable as it was sharing time with her on screen, nothing could compare to the reality of feeling her body accommodate my cock. I can't count the number of times I've lain in my bed and worked myself into a spurting climax, semen pouring out of me while I fantasised about mum, my mind full of her ripe, voluptuous body, her skin tanned a soft caramel.
