Free incest stories: A Friday night with mom. Author: eroticbeing. I’m back with a new short story of a mom and son. Mikey stood in the shower and let the hot water flow over his teen body. The story is including of Dark Fantasy, Boy, Incest, Male / Older Female, Mature, Teen Male / Female theme.

Free incest stories: A Friday night with mom – Part 1

Author: eroticbeing

It was Friday night. The end of the school week. He’d attended his classes and worked his ass off in all his subjects, just like he’d agreed with his parents to do so. He was in his last year, the final stretch before his exams the coming summer, he knew that he couldn’t afford to slack off, not if he wanted a job that paid well. But knowing and doing were always two different things, he found.

In the past, try as he might, he just couldn’t find the self-discipline to stick with his studies. He slacked off. He cut classes and skipped school. It wasn’t that he was academically challenged, more a case of becoming bored easily. He found the lessons tedious, school a drag full stop.

His teachers had called in his parents at the start of the year. He’d had to wait at home knowing that they were discussing him and his attitude. An hour and a half between them leaving the house till them arriving back. The look his father had given him upon their return told Mikey that he was in trouble. His father didn’t speak to him at all that night, neither the next day. His mom had gone on through into the kitchen and stayed in there till she’d called for them to come and eat.

When his father had eventually spoken to him, he called Mikey in to the front room and sat him down on the sofa across from where he sat in a chair. He laid out what he expected of his son during what remained of his time at school. He never once mentioned Mikey’s poor attendance or performance at school. He told Mikey what was expected of him. How his life was to be lived while he remained under his parent’s roof. What he could and could not do.

Mikey’s father then told him the deal clincher.

He’d saved the best for last.

After their talk both men had sat facing each other in silence. A minute passed, Mikey taking in what his father had just said. His father allowing the full weight of the gift he was allowing his son to partake of, should he do as he was told.

His father had told him: do well at school during the week and come Friday night he’d be rewarded.

It was now Friday night.

Mikey had attended his classes and worked his ass off in all his subjects, just like he’d agreed with his parents to do.

He was upstairs in the shower.

Waiting for his reward.

Aroused and erect.

He heard his mom enter the bathroom before he saw her. Steam from the hot water clouded the air, fogging up the glass cubicle door, a fine mist of water rising towards the extracting fan built into the wall near the ceiling.

Mikey took a step backwards across the shower tray. His back to the tiled wall as the cubicle door opened and his naked mother stepped in.

He took in her womanly form. Her dark, long hair. Her naked shoulders and chest. Her generously full bosom and tender tummy. The way her hips filled out below her waist. Her shapely legs and small feet. The dark stip of hair that rose from between her legs and nestled atop her pubic mound.

His pulse quickened as his mom stepped closer to him, the water from the shower head spraying down over her and upon her shoulders.

He noticed that her toenails were painted. He suddenly couldn’t find the strength to lift his face and meet her gaze. His heart hammered in his chest and he suddenly felt physically sick.

A moment of panic struck him.

He felt acid rise up inside of him and burn his throat.

It had all sounded so ideal when his father had proposed the deal. The idea had thrilled and kept him excited while waiting for tonight. It had giving him a newfound determination to succeed in school. To knuckle down and allow time to fly while he waited for tonight to arrive.

Now he felt terrible.

“Mikey,” his mom spoke, her hand lifting his chin and bringing his eyes to meet hers. “Calm down. You look like you’re ready to bolt. Just relax, won’t you.”

Mikey worked on his breathing as he stood back against the tiled wall. His body began to shiver, the cold ceramic chilling his skin. His mom took his hand and brought him back under the flow of hot water. Both their bodies so close together, crowding under the spray of the shower head as they stood naked. Mother and son. Son and mother. Both of them waiting to see who would make the first move.

“Do you want to do this, honey?” His mom asked him. “It’s fine if you don’t. This is a big deal after all, no matter what your father says.”

Mikey could only stand mute as he listened to her words.

His eyes taking in his mom’s face, following the line of her neck downwards to her body and over her chest. As he stood there, gazing upon the heavy mounds and full curves of her tits, his mouth watered at the prospect of taking an erect stubby nipple between his lips and teasing it with his tongue.

He jumped with shocked surprise as his mom’s hand slipped over his thickened penis and held it in her warm soft hand.

“Mikey, you need to answer, honey. Do you want to do this?”

His mom was fondling him as she asked. The back of her hand stroking along the pole-like length of him, the knuckles dragging one by one over the tumescent cylinder of his sex.

She stepped closer. Their bodies met under the cascading water. Mikey’s boyish frame meeting the soft, fuller, womanly body of his mom. The contact felt like a buzz of electricity running over his skin.

He no longer felt ill. The reason why his breathing was so fast was now solely brought about by arousal.

His mom lifted her leg and brought it up against his. The soft, smooth flesh of her inner thigh rubbing sensuously over the long muscle of his leg.

As she leant into him he felt the touch of her pubic hair tickling his skin.

He braced his legs, feet apart, supporting both his own and his mom’s weight.

She still held his swollen cock. Her fingers wrapped around his aroused flesh possessively. Her eyes bored into his with an intensity that he’d never known from her before. It scared him as much as thrilled.

Her lips came close to his. Touched, and then her teeth nipped his bottom lip.

His cock throbbed and his mom felt it. She tightened her grip on him and rubbed her pussy along the length of his thigh.

“What’s wrong, son? Cat got your tongue?”

She reached for the soap and stepped back from him.

He watched as she worked up a soapy lather and began to wash herself.

His cock was stiffly standing to attention and pointing towards her. Now her hands were no longer upon its flesh he ached from the loss.

Mikey took himself in hand and slowly pumped upon his shaft as he watched her.

Watched as the water ran over her hair.

His mom’s dark tresses were plastered to her head and shoulders in a dark, sleek caress. The soapy suds slipped over her flesh, slipping southward with the flow of hot water that poured over her body and had the white frothy bubbles seeking the valleyed gap between her breasts so they could trickle down over her stomach. The soap reached her middle, her dark strip of hair barring the way and stopping the journey. Mikey’s breath caught in his throat as he witnessed his mom’s fingers slip over her mound and circle between her legs.

His lips moved and a noise emitted out of his mouth before he even knew he had made it.

His mom paused and looked up at him. “So, it was a cat that caught your tongue. Or should I say pussy.”

“I -,” Mikey began to speak. But he found that he couldn’t.

Their bodies came together again. His mom’s hand once again taking hold of his tumescent sex.

Her lips were close to his ear. She whispered.

“What you’re trying to say is; I’ve done all that was asked of me by my father. Worked my butt off at school this past week and now I demand that I be given my reward. That’s it, right?”

She pulled back and looked at him.

Mikey could only mutely nod in agreement. But that wasn’t enough for his mother.

“Then say it. Tell me, this is what you want. Tell your mother to get down on her knees and service that young cock of yours. Open her lips and suck you till you cum.”

It took two attempts at speech before he managed to answer.

“Please.” It was all he could say.

The look of absolute love that his mom gave him almost overwhelmed him. Her eyes grew large and soft, her free hand took his cheek and stroked across his smooth jaw. She kissed him, though this time a kiss unlike any she’d ever given him before. Their lips met and she blew his world.

His hands came up and took hold of his mom without thought, crushing her soft pliant body to his frame. Her tongue licked across the seam of his lips and he opened to it.

His first proper kiss, shared with his own mother in an illicit taboo tryst.

The water of the shower flowed over them both. The heat of the water only slightly hotter to the touch than the warmth coming from their aroused flesh.

Inside the shower cubicle they held each other and groaned into the other’s mouth.

Son held his mother and felt her bullet-like nipples against his chest. Her warm, soft belly and womanly hips held close to his growing masculine, powerful frame.

Mother held her son and witnessed how much of a man he had become. Her hand holding onto his youthful erection, her fingers still gripping the throbbing flesh as their kiss came to an end.

Mikey stood, gazing down as his mom began to kneel before him.

Her small fist began a slow pump upon his erection as her eyes came almost level to it.

Her hand felt amazing. He’d never known another hand on his dick other than his own. Seeing and feeling his mom jerking him off in the shower was almost too much for Mikey to believe.

His breath whistled on the intake as his mom’s lips met the end of his cock. His knees nearly gave way as his cock-crown entered her mouth and she began to suck him.

The warmth of her mouth shocked him. He moaned and wasn’t sure if it was out loud or only inside of his head.