Incest stories: Son! Its wrong – Chapter 2
Dad’s words told me exactly where his fingers were.
“Please not now.” was her somewhat unconvincing response, which was followed shortly by the sounds that I’d heard coming from her throat just a few short minutes ago, not as loud, but they were there. I wondered if she knew that I was still in the room, maybe she thought that it was better to let him have her, rather than running the risk of him turning on the light.
Other than sticking his finger in her, there didn’t seem to be anything else in the way of foreplay, but she was moaning softly, which said that she was ready for him anyway. So after some rustling of the sheets, it was clear that he was on top and inside her.
The noises which followed had no other interpretation than that they were having sex.
Dad was grunting, Mum was still moaning so softly that I could only just hear her, and I was standing alongside the door with an erection that was starting to burst. As he thrust harder into her it was obvious that both of them were close to coming. Not thinking of the consequences, I brought my cock out of my briefs, and with only a few strokes, fired off streams of goo across the room.
It landed with a soft dull sound onto the carpet. At the same time as I came, my mother did also, her sounds were muffled as though she had her face pressed into his shoulder to suppress them, and within a few seconds, Dad fired his load into her. Mums climax was very muted as if to reduce the noise level, as I was sure that she knew I was still in the room. Dad of course made no attempt to hide the sounds of his pleasure, he was just noisy. I’d heard noises in the night before, so this wasn’t new, just louder, and far more stimulating to actually be there in the room, even if I couldn’t see them..
Not able to afford to stand there for very long in case he turned on the light, and with my heart thumping so hard that I was sure that they could hear it. I quickly and quietly, before the noises died down totally, made my exit from the room, opening the door as little as possible and then, after sliding through, pulling it behind me quickly, and as quietly as I could.
Trying not to make any noise, I stood outside for a few seconds to see if they’d heard me, when Dad said.
“What was that?”
“Nothing Rich, what did you hear?”
“I saw a light, what was it?”
“I didn’t see anything, you must be imagining it.”
“But I’m sure I saw something.”
“You’re drunk, you’re imagining it.”
“Uh, oh ok, all right then, I just thought that I saw something,” and then there was silence.
I crept the few yards down to the bathroom, opened and then carefully closed the door behind me, before turning on the light and then shaking my head as I looked at myself in the mirror.
How the hell had we got to this? A half an hour ago I was finishing off clearing up the mess, and then had spent the rest of the time since, kissing my mother, running my thumbs across her nipples, and was then in the bedroom as she and Dad had had sex. At the same time as they were having their sex, I masturbated onto their bedroom carpet. The potential for disasters to have happened every step of the way cannot be overestimated. To say that the shit would have hit the fan was the understatement of the year.
Standing there the events of the evening ran through my mind like a video loop. As they did, I started to smile at my reflection, how many boys had wanted to do what I’d just done, and it’d never happened for them? But here I was, I’d done it and got away with it. At least as long as the stain on the bedroom carpet didn’t come back to bite me on the bum, as that would be impossible to explain. The face in the mirror smiled back at me, we were both proud of ourselves. I felt as though I’d got one over on Richard The Turd.
A lot of my emotions were pure relief, but as I reprised the evenings events, a new emotion made its impact on my body…lust. The memory of the sounds of my mothers coming, was replayed continuously in my mind. Before I knew it, my hand had again taken control, removing my cock from my briefs. I walked to the sink, looked again at myself in the mirror, and in no time at all was shooting another load into the bowl. As I did, I imagined the plug hole to be my mother’s mouth, and tried to get as many of the spurts as possible to go directly into it.
As the force lessened, the spurt became a dribble and finally stopped. I then used my finger to push the rest of it down the sinks side so that all of it finished up in her ‘mouth.’ By this time my legs were shaking, and I was starting to feel bad about the thoughts that I was having about my mother. I wasn’t worried about the disrespect to my father, but Mum was a special lady, that I’d always respected, and taken care of.
Making sure that there were no tell tale residues left behind, I walked to my room, got into bed, and tried to sleep. It was impossible, as the video loop of my mother coming under my father kept replaying over and over in my mind. So that after another hour and a half, my sock replaced the plug hole as the proxy for my mothers mouth.
When I caught my breath, I opened my door and listened but there were no noise coming from their room, Dad was most likely passed out again, but I was sure that Mum wasn’t asleep. I was so aware of her lying there, thinking about me, and what we’d done tonight. I was sure that she knew that I was in the room when they’d had sex. I hoped that my semen on the carpet would be dried by the morning, as that would take a bit of explaining. I found it really difficult to get to sleep, as the memory of her lips on mine, acting as adrenalin, kept me awake.
I went to sleep eventually and when I awoke the next morning there was silence in the house, I looked at the clock, eleven a.m. and the first thought that I had was the memory of kissing my mother, surprise, surprise I had an erection, which had to be taken care of before anything else. It wasn’t rare for me to have an erection first thing in the morning, but somehow this was different.
The memories of the previous night were so very strong and real that I could still feel the softness of her lips against mine, the warmth of her breath on my face, and the hardness of her nipples under my thumbs. All of these formed the basis of my morning fantasy.
I lay there thinking, and after a while one thing in particular came back to me every time. It was when Mum had said it’d been a long time since anyone had eaten her Big Mac, After hearing how he’d just stuck his dick into her, it was obvious what she meant by that. I guessed that as she seemed to be always ready, he probably thought that he didn’t need to waste too much time on her with foreplay.
My time with Jane had however taught me that as a woman got older she needed more foreplay, not only for the stimulation, but also so that she could feel still loved. It was the interaction and the contact, the giving and the sharing of love more than a sexual thing. All that sex needed was a stiff dick, Dad obviously had that, but seemed to have forgotten the rest of what love making was all about.
Just after midday Mum and Dad came down, he entered the kitchen first, “morning,” I said in my best cheerful voice, “how’s the birthday boy today?”
“Shit,” was the answer. It also described how he looked, years of drunken weekends were taking their toll on him.
“What’s the matter Daddy, didn’t you sleep well?”
He just grunted at me.
“You haven’t been eating carpet again have you?”
“Fuck you,” he snarled, giving me the finger.
“Rich, you know I don’t like that language,” and she punched him in the shoulder to emphasis the point.
“Yeah whatever, just get me a coffee.”
“Of course dear,” she said sweetly, and then sarcastically added, “but only because you said please so nicely.”
All of that was totally lost on him, “Whatever,” was his response as he fell into a chair, and to put the exclamation point to his being uncouth, he sat there scratching his balls.
For the first time Mum’s eyes met mine, she looked embarrassed. Was it because of our kisses, my playing with her breasts, because she knew that I was in the room as they’d had sex, or because Dad was being an arsehole again this morning?
When I thought about it, she probably had a bit to be embarrassed about.
Walking behind Mum to help make the coffee I ran my hand down her hip, she looked at me. I gave her my best smile, to which she gave me a strained, somewhat embarrassed look, and pushed my hand away. She looked as ragged as he did. I guessed that she’d had less sleep than anyone.
I cast my eyes at Dad who was just staring out of the window and said very softly, “you ok?”
She nodded, and then after also looking at him said, “you saw didn’t you?”
I shrugged and nodded, “yes, I saw you and Dad.”
Tears filled her eyes and she turned away embarrassed.
Taking her arm to turn her around, and before I’d had time to think about it said, “I wish it’d been me.”
Fortunately Dad wasn’t looking at us as she punched me hard in the arm, there were more tears in her eyes now, and she was visibly angry. “Don’t ever say that again, the only reason that I gave him sex was because I knew that you hadn’t had time to get out of the room, and if he started an argument or turned on the light he would’ve seen you.”
I looked at Dad and he seemed to have fallen asleep so it was ok to continue this conversation. “Do you mean to tell me that you went off like that when you didn’t actually feel like it, he almost raped you, and you still came?”
Despite the anger in her she looked a bit sheepish, shrugged and moved away to turn on the kettle.
As soon as she was out of striking distance I said, “even more so now I wish it’d been me with you.”
In a flash she was back to being angry, her eyes blazed at me as she mouthed, “NO, stop it.”
Grinning I blew her a kiss, she ignored it turning away as Dad called out, “Mary, what’s happening with that coffee?”
“It’s coming, be patient.”
When she brought it to him, I was deliberately standing in the way, so she pushed me roughly to get through, I thought that she was pissed at me, but when she came back I could see her face and she had the start of a smile on it. She couldn’t stay mad at me for long.
Mums are like that.
After we had breakfast, or lunch depending on your point of view, Dad as you’d expect fell asleep in the chair, Mum then decided to do the washing. I, being persistent if nothing else, waited a moment for her to get into the laundry, and then followed her quietly so as not to disturb Dad.
She must have heard me coming and turned to face me, standing for a moment, before saying, “I hope you’re going to behave yourself, I don’t want any more of last night, thank you.”
I put my arms around her waist pulling her to me, “Mum, I can’t stop thinking about you, and how your lips felt against mine.” She didn’t pull away, simply putting her hands on the backs of my shoulders.
“Alex, it’s wrong we shouldn’t kiss like that darling, even though I had to admit to you that I enjoyed it, and I did, but it’s still wrong. So it has to stop, it just has to.”
“If I don’t kiss you right now Mum, I’m going to explode.” My hips were pressed against hers, as I pulled her closer to me, she had to feel my hardness. I looked down at her nipples, “and it looks as if I’m not the only one about to explode.”
I got a sheepish grin from her, “damn things, I should have them cut off, they give me away every time.” She looked behind me, “what’s he doing?”
“Sleeping it off again.”
“I thought he might, and if I’m honest, when I came in here, I knew you’d follow me if he did. Ok then kiss me like you did last night, but this is the last time, it really does have to end …soon.”
Her hands were now on the back of my neck, and she used then to pull my head down so she could claim my mouth with hers. Even though the kiss was as soft as she wanted it to be, she’d now become more assertive.
I opened my eyes as we kissed, hers were closed, I pulled back on the pressure slightly, but her mouth followed, again seeking mine, even with her eyes closed I could see the rapture on her face.
The kiss, as always, was just another canoe launched into the slow flowing river, the only things that changed were that instead of her hands being behind my head, her arms had replaced them, so that her body was now fully pressing against mine, and my hands had slipped down from her waist to cup her cheeks.
When she finally surfaced for air, a shudder went through her body, as she pressed herself against me, seemingly trying to get the last drop of emotion from our embrace.
Shaking her head in amazement she said, “I can’t believe that my own son could unleash these feelings just by kissing me.” Then she realised that I was cupping her cheeks, and moved my hands. “I wish you wouldn’t do that, it spoils it.”
Quick as a flash, I replied, “if I don’t do that again, can I kiss you whenever I want to?”
Mum paused to consider my question and then said, “ok but we’ll have to be careful he doesn’t see us, it’s still not right, but as we’re both enjoying it,” she shrugged and gave a little wiggle of her body against mine as she hugged me to her. “You’ll just have to remember that you’re my son, and keep your hands under control.”
I nodded agreement, not being as sure as she would have hoped that I actually meant it.
We kissed again, it was obvious that I was on probation, any move towards her good bits, and the deal would have fallen through. It was hard but I was taking a more long term view, as it was obvious that she was actually now the one getting to be the most involved.
When she at last broke away, her eyes were alive, and she whispered, “thank you, that was nice, and you didn’t spoil it by groping me.”
For the rest of the day nothing much happened, all three of us were feeling a bit second hand, and sat around not doing anything, and then went to bed early.
Dad went up a couple of seconds before Mum, I called out, “goodnight Dad.” True to form he just grunted.
Mum stopped at the bottom step and turned to me, as if waiting.
“Goodnight Alex,” by this time Dad was at the top of the stairs.
Softly I said, “do I get a goodnight kiss tonight, or what?”
She looked up at his retreating back, “I’ll be up in a minute Rich, ok?”
He said nothing, just waving his arm at her.
Mum moved back into the kitchen smiling, she had one last look back at Dad to ensure that he was still heading to the bedroom, and then stood about three feet away from me.
“This isn’t going to happen every night, but it’ll be a nice way to finish the weekend.” With that she moved into my arms, whilst putting hers around my neck, so that she could then pull my mouth down to meet hers. Just before our lips met she said softly with her breath again hot on my face, “Kiss me softly, just as you did last night.”
It was different kissing her standing up like this, she was giving me a full body press as she had in the laundry, her breasts and her hips pushing hard into me. Just as I could feel her breasts and her mound, she must have been able to feel my erection.
We kissed for two, maybe three minutes, all the time soft and sensual, again she was the one whose tongue broke through our lips, it was just inquisitive, looking around seeing what it may find. A small noise started again in her throat, as before. When I thought how Dad had just stuck his prick into her, I could understand why she found our way to be more enjoyable, and wondered how she’d respond if I could get her alone. For the first time, this became a part of my thinking.
I was prepared to stay like this until morning, but she had to go to bed with Dad. So eventually she pulled back slightly, and giving a big sigh, she put her head onto my chest saying, “I don’t think that your dad has ever kissed me like that.” As she turned away I said, “I don’t want you to go to him.”
Mum walked to the stairs, turning around with tears in her eyes, and in a soft voice said, “neither do I.” She looked down at my erection and with that cheeky grin of hers added, “did you have one of those to take care of last night?””
I nodded. “two of them actually.”
Her face brightened, she moved back a couple of feet towards me saying, “Two, that’s pretty good. I had something to take card of as well after he went to sleep. Knowing that my son was watching us was such a turn on for me, I think that helped me to come with him. What he did just wasn’t enough for me, I was just on fire like I haven’t been for years.” She then turned and disappeared from view, I moved to stand at the bottom of the stairs looking up at her, she stopped at the top and looked back smiling.
I made as if I was trying to look up her skirt, she smiled more broadly at that, and then as she turned to walk away stopped, raised her skirt well above her waist and walked on. It was clear that she wasn’t wearing much, if anything at all underneath. Just before she moved completely out of my view, she turned around and blew me a kiss.
For the next two days, whenever we were able, we found the time to be together and would kiss passionately, often in the most romantic places, such as the garage, the basement, the laundry, and of course my personal favourite, the garden shed. I didn’t know that fertiliser was an aphrodisiac, it must be as the two times that we were in there together, I came out with an erection.
Every time that we were alone, our eyes would lock, and we’d move together. No words needed to be spoken, it was all in the eyes, a quick glance around to make sure that we really were alone, and off we’d go. Mum was obviously getting aroused, but what really pissed me off was that as soon as I tried to touch something that I shouldn’t, she’d move away, say no, and them want to come back into my arms and start the process again.
The only time I’d got away with anything had been the night of Dads party, when I got to play with her nipples for a while, then again in her bed before she made me stop, and of course when my hand cupped her cheeks in the laundry. At these times of course she’d no realisation of what I was doing to her, until we’d stopped kissing.
Oh and did I mention that I had a lot of erections.
Several times after we’d kissed, Mum tried to find out who the older woman was that I was seeing, she tried really hard but I refused to tell her. I was still unsure how she’d react about my getting involved with a married woman with a husband who was away for a year, even if Jane had told me that her husband was cool with it.
On Tuesday night Mum was reading the local community paper when she said, “damn, The Wolf Of Wall Street’s finishing tomorrow night and I wanted to see it, will you take me please Rich?”
“No,” he said without even looking at her. “It’ll be on cable in a couple of weeks, why do I pay fifty bucks a month for that and we still go to the movies? It’s just a waste of time and money, besides, I want to watch the wrestling, sport, that’s what we have cable for.”
“Please, you know that I like the cinema, I like the big screen and the surround sound, it’s so much more exciting.”
He didn’t even look at her, “NO.”
She turned to me and said, “Alex would you be a darling and take your old Mum to the movies tomorrow night please?” She had her back to him so he couldn’t see the great big grin on her face. It was like looking at a Cheshire cat, she’d set him up beautifully, and he’d fallen for it.
“Dunno, do you think I should Dad?”
He didn’t look up as he grunted, “It’s up to you, just don’t wake me up when you come home.”