Son! Its wrong – Chapter 4

Incest stories: Son! Its wrong – Chapter 4

Author: eroticbeing

“He’s an arsehole,” I said, and then added, “of course, you go through,” stepping aside, and then pulling the door closed behind me.

Mum didn’t argue the point of him being an arsehole, so we at least agreed on that.

I walked away three or four steps before realising that I hadn’t closed the door fully, and the fan in the room had caused the door to open slowly inwards. Giving in to temptation I went back to look at Mum in the shower, the glass had misted over, so I could only make out her shape.

Not wanting to get caught by Dad, I went to their room, made sure that he was still in the shower, and then went back and stood in the doorway watching her bathe. I could only see her outline, but when she turned into the right direction, I could make out the dark patches created by her nipples and pubic hair. Those beautiful thick, black nipples that I’d held between my fingers in the cinema, and the pubic hair that I so badly wanted to touch.

After some twenty seconds or so she stopped moving, and I knew that she’d seen me standing there, she waited, immobile for several seconds, and then reaching up, redirected the shower head onto the door.

There she was in all her glory, naked, totally naked, the view was a little vague as the water ran down the glass, but what I saw was enough to capture my attention totally.

We both stood there looking at each other, before my instincts took over and I was drawn into the bathroom, moving forward propelled by an invisible force, I opened the shower door and there she was. Her expression was one of fear, the water running down her body in rivers made some of her skin very red, and other parts not so.

My eyes ran over her entire body, her breasts hanging down a little seemed larger than I expected them to be, her nipples also bigger than expected. Her pubic hair, totally wet and matted, clung to her thighs. It looked blacker than I’d expected, but being wet, had lost it’s thickness, and with it the ability to conceal. Even from above I could see that her lips were hanging down and visibly apart.

We stood, looking at each other, my erection pushing out the front of my towel showed how aroused I was. Mum was licking her lips and blinking her eyes nervously, she was also running her hands up and down her hips. Added to that her rampant nipples and opened lips, gave an indication that I wasn’t the only one aroused.

Still we stood without speaking staring at each other, when my hand with a mind of it’s own, reaching out cupped her breast. Her eyes opened wide, and her nostrils flared, as feelings ran through her body.

Her breast was warm and wet, as you’d expect in the shower, but the feelings were more than just that. There was something quite different, that I can’t describe in words, it was a level of emotion that I’ve never even imagined was possible.

The hand still being taking directions from outside forces, after paying homage to the nipple once again, slowly moved down her stomach, over her navel and started on it’s final journey, Cupping as it passed the small tummy caused by my birth, then running under it, until I could feel her pubic hair. The water on her body made it soft and slick, and so without even a moment’s hesitation my hand slid between her legs, to cup her opening.

As Mum’s breath drew sharply in, a look of panic took over her face, it was obvious that she wasn’t in control any more than I was. I stood there for perhaps five seconds cupping her in my hand, before slowly raising my middle finger, which encountered no resistance at all, the shower wasn’t the only thing that was making her wet, it helped, but wasn’t really necessary.

As soon as it entered her, my finger slid upwards along the front of her cavern, looking for her G Spot, slowly and sensually it slid up and back, up and back, up and back several times. Mum had her eyes closed and was trembling. She moved her hand down to cover mine, but made no attempt to remove it from her.

I was now racked with indecision as to where this was going, I had her mound in my hand and my finger inside stimulating her. Mum had her hand covering mine as if to keep my finger inside, and then in an unconscious move, turned to face me more front on. She then put her other hand on my shoulder to steady herself. Her eyes opened momentarily to meet mine, before closing again, as her head dropped down onto her chest.

The spell that was being cast over her was broken by a sudden increase in the water pressure from the shower, she didn’t realise for an instant, but when she did, knew that Dad had finished his shower and turned off the water. I stepped back sharply from her, as I did, my towel dropped to the ground.

My eyes went to hers but she was looking down at me, she drew in her breath, and a small sound came from her throat. Then her eyes reluctantly came up to meet mine, but she wasn’t able to hold my view, and they again dropped down, this time staying there.

“I have to go Mum, I really do have to.”

Without raising her eyes she nodded. Holding the towel in my hand, I closed the shower door and walked into the hall pulling the door behind me. Not wanting the moment to end, I walked to their bedroom and listened, the shower fan was still going telling me that he was still in there, probably drying himself.

Fortified by that information, I walked back, opened the door, and stood there again looking at Mum. She’d dropped down onto her knees, had her left hand on the wall to steady herself, and her right hand was between her legs as she gave herself relief.

The noise that she made was far in excess of what she’d made with Dad either time. Without stopping, she slid seamlessly into a second orgasm, before raising her eyes to lock with mine. She knelt there, making was no attempt to hide what it was that she was doing, she’d had to get herself off, and I’d caused her to have to do that.

Our relationship had moved through another frontier, and I wasn’t sure that either of us were now in control of it, it’d assumed a life of its own, and who knew were it would take us?

By this time, the shower had fogged up again, and my Mother was just a vague outline, so I went to my room, locked the door, and engaged in a bout of high level self abuse for the next hour. By the time I came out, both Mum and Dad had left.

We didn’t see each other for the rest of the day, as we were both out and about, but the events of the morning kept running through my mind again and again. Mum rang at six thirty to say that they were leaving to meet up with friends. At the same time she asked when I’d be home from the thirtieth. I told her that I had to be home by one a.m. as I was playing golf at ten thirty next morning. She seemed satisfied with that, said have a good night and hung up. There was no mention of this morning, maybe Dad was there.

Right on one a.m. I pulled into the garage, and was surprised to see that their car was already there. This must have been the first time ever that Dad had got home from anywhere by one, he was hard core where a party was concerned.

Quietly I moved past their room which was in total darkness, and went into the shower. I wondered if they were all right as they’d obviously been home for some time, and were now asleep.

After the shower, I wrapped the towel around me and went to my room. As I started to dry myself, I heard a noise behind me and turned around to see my mother standing there.

My mouth dropped, she looked so beautiful, she’d obviously taken a lot of time to present herself, was it for me? I hoped so.

Her make up was spot on, her hair the same, and she was wearing the most gorgeous Jade Green nightgown. When the light shone from the right quarter, it was totally transparent, everything was visible. But when she moved and the light came from another angle, the only things which were noticeable were the dark patches that were her nipples and pubic hair. It was far more arousing to see her like that than if she’d been totally naked.

I was stunned, I just stood there staring, my heart was hammering away, and I was totally unable to speak. I stared at her breasts with those big brown nipples, were they the best nipples I’d ever seen? I thought they just might have been.

Speechless, I sort of waved a hand at her, and then managed a vague, “the nightdress.”

“Like it?”

I was only capable of nodding.

“I bought it for you this morning.”

Again all I could manage was to nod, and then a feeble, “nice, thank you.”

Our eyes met, “I like what you’re wearing too.”

I was of course naked and my erection there for her to see, she moved towards me, took it in her hand and said, “it feels nice, just as nice as I thought it would. It’s been a few years since I’ve seen it, now this is the second time today, but it’s been worth the wait.”

As she’d moved, her gown had flowed along behind her; she looked regal and majestic. Her eyes were sparkling, she glowed from head to foot, and had an aura about her that I’d never seen in any woman before.

Still holding me in her hand she pressed her body against mine, and then releasing my cock, put both her arms around my neck, saying, “do you realise it’s sixteen hours since we’ve been together, I hope you’ve missed me as much as I’ve missed you.”

As we kissed her hips pressed my erection hard between us, her breasts felt hard and heavy against me, and her nipples bored into me like drills.

I was used to kissing her for long periods, but there was something worrying me and so I broke the kiss. She stepped back looking concerned, “is there something wrong, don’t you want to kiss me?”

“Of course I want to kiss you, it’s just that, well, what about Dad?”

“He’s got too drunk to even walk so he’s sleeping it off at Dave and Rebecca’s house, Dave’ll bring him home at eleven, on his way to the football.”

“How did that happen, I thought he behaved himself with his work crowd?”

She dropped her head and looking at me from under her eyebrows, with the most angelic look on her face saying, “it wasn’t easy, I had to keep topping up his glass all the time when he wasn’t looking. Then just to make sure, I poured myself a triple brandy and left it within his reach, he saw it there when his glass was finally empty, took it and drained it in two swigs.”