The Incest Nightclub

Literotic asexstories – The Incest Nightclub by JuliusIncestus,JuliusIncestus Chapter 1

Chase

I leaned back in my office chair and cracked my knuckles. I felt a subtle pain in my lower back. I had been sitting for way too long, and it was time for a break. I pulled the curtains aside, letting natural light stream into my bedroom.

I lived in Orange County with my mother and older sister. I was currently studying software engineering, which kept me busy most of the day. Otherwise, I loved working out. As of late, I barely had any free time at all, and it was a miracle I still found time to go to the gym. I knew that the upcoming months would be rough since my family at the moment wasn’t in the best financial situation. I was already doing side gigs to help out the family.

I opened the window to let in some fresh air. I looked at the beautiful view of rolling hills and valleys, and behind me were the sandy beaches that stretched for miles along the coastline. This house provided a stunning view and cost us a fortune, but I was fearful it would be taken away from us soon.

I tried not to think of our setbacks and looked down at our garden. My mouth opened when I spotted my mother in a tight, pink leotard, showing off her curves and fit body. She’d styled her hair in a neat bun at the nape of her neck, secured with hairpins. Her makeup was minimal. She had a natural rosy blush on her cheeks and natural pink lips that enhanced her smile. Standing five feet eleven, she was voluptuous with a nice bust and round bottom. She was only thirty-eight, but could easily be mistaken to be a decade younger. She was gorgeous. Painfully gorgeous. I felt bad admitting it, and I felt sick whenever I stared at her more than what was considered necessary.

She lifted her leg all the way to her head, exposing her butt cheeks and sacred region as she twirled around on her foot. I loved watching her dance and would sneak peek whenever I found the time and opportunity. I always kept telling myself to stop, but I couldn’t. She was irresistible, and I was drawn to her like a baby hungry for milk. She did some other stretches, moving into poses I had only seen in my wildest sexual imagination. She did the forward bend, bending forward at her waist and reaching her toes with her hands. She flashed me her full moon and the delicious crack in the garment. She sat down, extending her legs into a wide straddle position. With a straight back, she leaned forward from the hips, reaching toward one foot and then the other.

I wasn’t even touching myself, but I shivered with pleasure. I lost myself in her moves, dreaming that she peeled off her clothes and performed nude. I vividly imagined her in her natural state with no garments veiling her flesh. I wanted to plunge my head between her legs and taste her flower.

Slowly but surely, I pitched a tent to her, and I asked myself whether I should do something I hadn’t done before.

“Knock, knock,” Savannah, my older sister, said before stepping into my bedroom. She popped my taboo bubble.

I whirled around, looking like a deer caught in headlights. “What’s the point of knocking if you just bust in?” I asked her with hints of annoyance. I quickly plopped down onto my chair, shifting to hide my bulge.

Dressed in a bathing suit and wearing the scent of the ocean, Savannah was a younger and slimmer version of my mother. She was two years older than me with bright blonde hair and high cheekbones that reddened like apples whenever she laughed. Her heart-shaped lips had triggered many taboo dreams as well. My latest sexual dream, which I desperately tried to forget, featured her sucking my rod till I woke up with cum splashed all over me.

She placed her hand on her hip. “Ugh, are you deaf? I shouted for you when I walked up the stairs.”

My eyes swept over her. Having a sun-like complexion from being outdoors all the time, she looked the sexiest whenever she came home from surfing. Her red bathing suit had a deep V-neck that reached her belly button and exposed her cleavage. A light clue of her camel toe showed at the apex of the V-shape where her powerful thighs met her pussy.

I didn’t answer her, and she strode to the window, bringing the briny scent of the sea with her. She placed her hands on the window sill and bent over. “Why are you perving on Mom?” she asked flirtatiously.

“Savannah, shut up.”

“Easy there, little brother,” she said, giving me a look. “Why are you mad?”

“Nothing,” I said. It was far from the truth. She could joke a lot, but I wasn’t in the mood. Our situation had gone downhill lately.

“Can I sit on your bed… I’m not wet.”

I cocked my head to the right. “What?”

“My bathing suit and hair are dry,” she said, blinking. “I won’t make a dirty mess on your bed.”

I shook the taboo thoughts out of my head. “Sure, sit.”

“It’s been a crazy month,” she said, placing her elbow on her knee and propping up her chin with her hand. Her lustrous, blonde hair fell in front of her.

“Tell me about it,” I said and looked at the wall instead. A couple of months ago our father was arrested for fraud. He was currently in jail, so we had to sort ourselves out. We had to sell off most of our assets, including our car to make ends meet. We were all devastated, especially Mom who’d never had a career.

My father was a fifty-year-old investor and lawyer. He’d met our mother when she was working as a waitress. They’d married shortly after and Dad had promised her that she would never have to work again. She could just enjoy life and take care of the children. Mom had fallen for his charm quickly, and Dad’s promise had been kept till now.

The fraud was worse than we thought, and lie after lie had been discovered. He’d run a Ponzi scheme and fooled investors. Mom had demanded a divorce as soon as she’d found out. Despite all that drama, Mom was slowly recovering, but the financial insecurity was still our main problem.

“It’s weird how everything can switch so suddenly,” Savannah said. “It was all sunshine and roses till the world flipped upside down.”

“We have to make the best out of the situation,” I said.

“The mortgage of this house is no joke,” she reminded me. “Rent is through the roof, so I’m not sure how I’m supposed to move out.”

I was the only one of them who had a well-paid job at the moment, but it was just a side gig. I had debated whether I should drop out and focus on work, helping Mom out till she was in a better position. I knew she was looking for a job, but I wasn’t sure if she’d found any yet. She certainly should be able to land something fancy when taking her looks into consideration. She could use her beauty, maybe as a model or so, but it would take time to be discovered.

“What about your friends?” I asked her. Savannah was a popular girl with her charm and beauty. Unlike myself, she’d been dating since she was sixteen.

“They are in the same boat,” she said. “It’s a jungle out there… What about yourself? Have you found a girl yet?”

“That’s the farthest thing from my mind,” I told her. “My plates are full… studies and work.”

“You seriously haven’t found a girl yet?” she asked, arching an eyebrow.

I was tall and physically fit, so I understood her reaction. “I said no.”

“What happened to Ashley?”

“I broke up. She was too whiny.”

“That was like half a year ago. What have you been doing all this time, masturbating?”

I gave her a look.

“I would have easily lined up for you.”

I gave her another look.

“Chill, I’m joking,” she said, flashing me one of her gorgeous smiles. “Mom said yesterday the bank would have taken our crib if it hadn’t been for you.”

“That’s true,” I said. Mom had refused my help at first, but I had talked her into it. I didn’t tell her that I used my savings just to make her feel better.

“That’s the reason I wanted to talk to you,” she said. “I appreciate what you are doing… When Mom told me that I was like, Thank God for having you.”

“You’re welcome,” I said, scratching my neck.

“Can I give you a hug?”

“Of course,” I said, knowing it came from her heart.

I rose simultaneously with her, and she fell into my arms like a missing puzzle piece. I was five inches taller than her. It wasn’t Savannah who was short but just me who was six-foot-four. Having grown up with a handsome father, I had inherited some of his genes. He’d also fed us well when we grew up, not stunting our growth.

I wrapped my arms around Savannah’s back as she mashed her lovely tits against my chest. I stiffened. She’d never given me such an intimate hug before, holding onto me dearly. I didn’t know where to place my hands at first. It felt like every spot on her back was a sexual landmine which her bathing suit did little to cover. Her warm, sweet breath descended my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. I heard the beat of her heart and her soft breathing. Suddenly, it felt as if time stood still.

She broke the hug, looking me in the eyes for a brief moment. “How do you find time to hit the gym?” she asked, tracing my shoulder and bicep.

“I sometimes ask myself the same,” I said and questioned if she’d hugged me that intimately just to get near me.

Letting go of me completely, she said, “Mom wanted me to tell you that dinner’s up in an hour.”

“Alright. I’ll finish some code and join you.”

She strode out of my bedroom and my eyes were fixed on her bottom till she disappeared down the stairs.

*****

“Chase!” Mom called from downstairs.

“I’m here!”

“Dinner’s ready!”

I sighed in relief. I had finished the programming gig and would have time to finish my homework after I’d eaten. I jumped to my feet and headed downstairs.

I was greeted by the savory scent of pot roast. Wearing her hair in loose waves, Mom carried the dish to the terrace. “We’ll sit outside,” she said. She was wearing a flowery summer dress with a plunging V-neck and spaghetti straps. It showcased her perfect hourglass figure along with her round bottom and busty breasts. She was well-endowed in every way possible, and I shouldn’t be so harsh on myself when finding her so sexually attractive. Even if I kept telling myself it was wrong.

Savannah was already seated, wearing a crop top and a skirt. She patted the seat next to her, and I settled down. Setting the pot roast onto the table, Mom leaned forward to the point her boobs were on the verge of falling out. I averted from the sight and caught Savannah grinning in my direction. Thankfully, Mom didn’t notice.

“What have you been up to?” Mom asked me after we’d filled our plates with the meat and roasted veggies.

My temperature spiked every time I saw Mom’s genuine smile and lovely, blue eyes. Savannah had inherited every ounce of Mom’s beauty, from her high cheekbones to her velvety skin. “I finished up a gig.”

“I see,” Mom said. “I hope you weren’t dealing with any annoying clients.”

“I get those from time to time,” I said.

“And you, Savannah?” Mom asked.

“Work and then hit the waves with my friends,” she said, taking a bite from the juicy chuck roast.

“My children… I want more details.”

“Well, there weren’t many tips, but not many jerks either,” Savannah said with a shrug. “It’s kind of been a dull day.”

“Even the waves?” Mom asked with a wink.

“Even the waves,” she confirmed.

I found it hard to believe Mom could still smile despite everything that had taken place lately. “How was ballet?” I asked her, trying to be social as well.

“So, you were watching me?” Mom confronted me.

“Uhm, when I needed a break, I opened the window and happened to see you.”

“Okay,” Mom said suspiciously. “Ballet was lovely. Thanks for asking. I felt I needed a timeout, and I also want to enjoy my free time while it lasts.”

“What do you mean?” I asked and lowered the fork back onto the plate.

“Well, I have some good news–I landed a job at a call center.”

I exchanged glances with Savannah, and we said in unison, “Call center?”

Mom demurely lowered her gaze. “I know what you’re thinking, but I have to accept it for now.”

“You deserve way better,” I said.

“Tell me about it,” Savannah said. “I mean, wouldn’t you make more as a waitress?”

“Not by much,” Mom said. “It’s just temporary. But I don’t have many skills or a higher education for that matter. My options are limited.”

I admired my mother for admitting that without being embarrassed, but I didn’t agree. When it came to women, they could use their looks for a lot more than what men could.

We dug into the pot roast. For every forkful, the tender meat melted in my mouth. The mushrooms and root vegetables were golden brown and soaked the flavors of the meat. “You would certainly make more as a chef,” I flattered her.

Her beautiful cheeks bloomed like two roses. “Thank you, it means the world to me. But I can’t deal with stress. I’m allergic.”

I turned my attention back to Mom’s culinary arts. We finished the dinner, and Mom was sweet enough to bring us dessert. She’d bought cupcakes for us at the local bakery. Mom lifted hers to her mouth and swirled her tongue around the frosting. She took a bite and spilled some on her lips, licking them.

Since I had eaten so much of the pot roast, I couldn’t finish mine. Savannah nudged me with her elbow. “Are you gonna finish that?”

I pushed it to her.

“Thank you,” she said and devoured it. “Mom, I’ll be out with my friends later.”

“Enjoy your evening,” Mom said.

After my sister went out with her friends, I retreated to my bedroom and took a breather. I started thinking again about dropping out. I had to make a decision sooner than later. I didn’t like the fact I was busy every waking hour. I wasn’t sure if my mother would like it, but I hoped she would understand.

“Chase,” Mom called for me.

“Yeah?”

“Can you come down for a sec?”

“Sure,” I said. I descended the stairs. She sat on the couch with her hands folded on her lap.

“Am I disturbing you?” Mom asked.

It was late in the evening, and I wasn’t sure what she wanted. But it was good timing since I wanted to speak with her as well. “Not at all,” I said. “I was just watching some gym videos.”

“I want to talk to you for a bit while your sister is gone,” she said and patted the cushion next to her.

“Sure,” I said. I settled down on the sofa. I turned my attention to her, her blue eyes sparkling like the stars outside.

“I hope you aren’t spending every waking hour just for our sake.”

“Mom, we are in a tight spot, and I want to help,” I said firmly. I knew where this conversation was going since I had a similar one earlier. “You did so much for me and Savannah when we grew up. I want to be there for you too.”

“But you’re young and I want you to have fun,” she said. “Look at your sister. She’s constantly out with her friends.” She placed her hand on my thigh, her touch warming me.

“Mom… I don’t consider being homeless to be fun.”

She lowered her gaze, knowing I had a point. “I wish it didn’t come to this…”

“None of us do, but we have to make the best out of the situation,” I told her. “Listen, I have thought about this for a couple of weeks. I’ll drop out for now and work instead. I’ll help you out with the mortgage and debt.”

“Chase… You’ve helped me enough,” she said, her eyes welling up.

I took her hand. “I want to help you more,” I said firmly.

“What about your studies?”

“It’s not that important,” I said. “I’m already making money, and I can always go back. Degrees aren’t the most important thing when it comes to software engineering. Your skills matter more.”

“I feel really bad for everything,” she said, lowering her face in her hands.

I draped my arm over her shoulder. “Please, don’t say that. It’s not your fault.” I comforted her, lending her my shoulder. I got out some tissue paper and handed it to her. It stung my heart whenever she was crying. I waited for her to recover, giving her the time she needed.

“Are you sure about this?” she asked me, sniveling.

“I am,” I said firmly.

“It’s so mature of you… It felt as if it were yesterday that I breastfed you. Now you’ve become so strong and wise. I’m so proud of you.”

“You have all the right reasons to be,” I said. “You raised me well. You’re the best mother a son and daughter could have.”

“I just wished there was something I could do for you,” she said.

Looking at her soft hand, her velvety skin and her massive bust, I knew there was something. “You’ve done everything in the world for me,” I told her.

“You sure?” she asked, and it made me unsure whether we were thinking of the same thing or not, making my cock thicken inch by inch.

“I am,” I said.

“Can you at least let me give you a hug?” she said, sounding like her daughter.

I rose and fell into her warm, taboo arms. Her sweet breath descended down my neck as my hands caressed her smooth back. I had to shift a little, so she wouldn’t feel my obvious bulge that was about to poke against her. She stroked my back in return, feeling my muscles and flesh. She sniveled lightly, and I embraced her for as long as she wanted to.

Breaking the hug, she smiled. “Thank you for everything.”

“You’re welcome.”

Chapter 2

Mom

Once I got home from my first day at work, I sighed in relief and was grateful to be back home. It hadn’t been fun, but I didn’t have much of a choice. Working at a call center was depressing. It wasn’t the work itself but the people I had to put up with, explaining the same thing over and over again and dealing with rude people who didn’t show basic courtesy.

My son was at the gym and my daughter had taken another shift in the evening. It was a perfect opportunity to discuss my situation with my sister, whom I’d invited over.

I couldn’t stop thinking of my conversation with Chase. He would actually drop out for our sake. He was so dear to me, but he was an adult now and made his own decisions. It felt a bit embarrassing but at the same time not. Since I didn’t have a man in my life any longer, I started looking at him more and more, in perhaps ways I shouldn’t be looking at him. But I couldn’t help it. After his growth spurt, he became even more attractive than his father, taller, stronger and more handsome. I found myself dreaming of him now and then, which happened more frequently as of late. I wondered if he was thinking the same. A part of me wished he did.

I heard my sister pull in, and I quickly rose to greet her. I took a quick look at myself in the mirror. I wore a perfectly fitting pencil dress with a deep V-neck. I had been dying to jump into something nice after having worn a uniform for an entire day.

I opened the door for her, and my sister’s lips curved in a smile. Standing as tall as I, Stella was two years older. She ran a nightclub and was a bit of a workaholic. She was in good shape and had a toned belly and a compact ass. Her boobs were enhanced though and strained against every garment she wore.

“Finally, I can see you again,” she said, tossing her blonde glossy hair over her shoulder and opening her arms. We stood at the threshold but had to hug each other. Her warmth and love were addictive, and I sure needed all of that during these desperate times.

I didn’t want to let go of her, but I wanted to talk to her too. “Should we go to the terrace?” I asked while squeezing her a little harder, letting my hands trail down to her firm ass that I was slightly jealous of.

“Like always,” she said, breaking the hug and closing the door.

I took her with me to the terrace. “Anything to drink?”

“A bottle of water will be fine,” she said. My sister mostly drank water and smoothies and would sometimes have a glass or two during work.

We settled down on the couch, enjoying the sunny weather and cloudless sky. “Catch,” I said, tossing the water bottle to her.

“Thank you,” Stella said, catching it perfectly. “It’s hard to notice everything you’ve gone through when you smile so brightly.”

I took it as a compliment, knowing my son noticed it too now and then. “I try to stay as positive as possible.”

“It’s a gift I’m not endowed with,” she said and gave my breasts more attention than usual. “So, how’s it going?”

“Despite the smile, not the best,” I admitted. “We wouldn’t have lived here if it hadn’t been for my son.”

“How come?”

“I had so much debt that they were about to confiscate the house,” I said with a sigh. “My wonderful son, my pride, had a lot more in savings than I could have ever guessed. He not only helped me pay the debt, but he also said he would drop out for my sake just so he could work more.” My eyes welled up. I got a bit emotional whenever I thought of him. He truly was my pride. A mother’s dream boy.

“Wow,” Stella said and looked stunned as well. “Savings… He spends hours in the gym, gets top grades, and he’s been working on top of it?”

My sister couldn’t believe it herself. “Yup,” I told her. I wanted to say that he had my ex-husband’s workaholism in him, but comparing those two was an insult and left a foul taste in my mouth. “Chase is an honorable boy. Everything a mom could dream of.”

“Boy?” she asked and cocked her head to the side. “He’s like six foot four. He’s a man now.”

Stella was right, but it felt odd whenever I called him a man. “In my eyes, he’ll always be my boy.”

“Right,” Stella said. “I met him at the gym last week. He looked more tired than usual.”

“Did you train together?”

“I tried, but he’s usually around a bunch of girls.”

“I didn’t know he was currently dating,” I said, watching her closely. I knew he had a girl many months ago, but he broke up with her for one reason or another.

“I don’t think he does either at the moment, but they’re the ones who try to hit on him, not the opposite.”

“I gotcha,” I said.

“I can’t believe he’s willing to drop out just for your sake,” Stella said. “Wasn’t becoming a software engineer a dream of his?”

“It’s the money he’s dreaming of,” I told her. “If he’s already working and making a bank on top of it, I’m not so sure how much a degree will help. He talked about it yesterday.”

“I would never believe he had the time for that… What about Savannah, is she also helping out the family?”

I slowly shook my head. “It’s not like she doesn’t want to. But she’s been a bit more outgoing as you know, and a waitress doesn’t make much.”

“Has she found a new boyfriend after she broke up a month ago?”

I shook my head. “Not yet, but she’ll find one soon. I have a feeling she wants to move out, so she won’t be a burden. It’s painful to admit that.” I still remembered when my ex-husband got busted, and I learned about all his mischiefs and lies. I was heartbroken, and it all came crashing down on me like a ton of bricks. Chase had been the first who showed his support, sitting so close and talking to me. I had of course tried to remain as positive as possible even if it was difficult. A lifelong prison sentence awaited my ex-husband, and I would never see him again.

“That’s why I’m glad you’re still in one piece,” Stella said. “So, it’s Chase who keeps the household running?”

“Mostly, but I also landed a job yesterday and just got back from my first shift today,” I revealed.

“Really?” she asked.

I knew why it surprised her since I hadn’t had a job since my teens. “At a call center.”

Taking a sip, she coughed it all up and had to put the bottle down. “What, what?”

I chuckled and saw the same reaction as I had on my kids. “You heard me, girl.”

“Of all the places?”

“I’m in a tight spot. I had to take the first I found.”

“Amber, you could make a lot more elsewhere than what you do at a call center,” she said firmly.

“Where?” I questioned.

“Geeze, I don’t know, how about OnlyFans?”

I chuckled. “That was a joke, right?”

“Half a joke,” she admitted. “My point is, with your looks, you’ll make way more. A lot of employers want a good-looking woman so they can attract more clients. This is true for every business out there.”

“I get that, but like I said, I haven’t found any other opportunities yet,” I told her.

“Listen, I’m currently looking for beautiful women in the milf category. I promise you that you’ll make way more at my place.”

“Nightclub…” I said as it brought back memories. “What will I do exactly?”

“Girl, you know very well what you do at a nightclub.”

“Right,” I said. “But there are different tasks.”

“We need a waitress first of all but there are other opportunities too, taking into consideration you’ve been a dancer as well.”

I smiled, which brought back memories. “You don’t think I’m a bit too old for that?”

Stella frowned. “When did thirty-eight become old?”

I considered it. My children didn’t know it was at a nightclub where I met my ex-husband. I had never lied to them and never would. I’d worked both as a stripper and as a waitress. Although that was more than two decades ago. I remembered it as if it were yesterday–The thrill of working at night, being showered with tips and compliments. The girls who worked there were amazing and so fun to be with. When I met Tony, I ended all of that and dedicated my twenties to raising my children, which I had no regrets, but sometimes, I wished I could relive those memories, and I knew that I needed the money as well.

“You’re right… I miss those times too,” I said. My older sister had introduced me to that life. I was glad she was doing well and hadn’t left that life completely behind.

“See?” Stella kept nudging me. “You’re seriously wasting your time at a call center. Give the boss the middle finger, hop into those sexy clothes and make it rain.”

“But only as a waitress for now. I don’t want my children to know that I’ve been a stripper or an adult worker.”

“The stigma is in your brain only. Everyone wants to be a sex worker, admit it.”

“Maybe,” I said. My sister didn’t understand since she didn’t have any children herself.

“And I’m certain Chase would love to see you,” Stella said with a wink.

I scowled at her. “What?”

“I’m just saying, he does seem to look at you now and then. He’s far from gay.”

“Don’t be ridiculous–he’s my son,” I said, raising my voice, so she understood the gravity of what she was saying.

“I know you well,” she continued coquettishly, crossing her legs. “You always act that way when you’re trying to hide something.”

I looked away, but I knew she was right. I had seen him look at me a bit more intimately than what a son should look at her mother, and it all started after puberty. To be fair, I looked at him too, and after Tony got dragged away, I looked at Chase more, wanting a substitute. I thought about it earlier today too but tried to forget it, but resistance seemed futile.

“Forget it,” I said. “But I’m willing to give it a go. I kind of miss those days.”

“I remember when you first saw me in lingerie, and you were like, ‘Why are you naked?'”

I laughed. “That was ages ago.”

“Those were the days,” she said, smiling so deeply her dimples showed. “You found my porn collection a couple of years later.”

“Sorry for sneaking around,” I said. “You made me curious. I just wanted to know what my older sister was up to when her bedroom door was closed.”

“No hard feelings,” she said.

“Sixteen to nineteen definitely were the highlights… not that I regret raising my children. I mean they mean the world to me and are way more important than fun, but it would be nice to go back.”

“You can have it both ways,” Stella said, her lips sliding into a grin.

Chapter 3

Chase

Two weeks ago, I dropped out. My professor was shocked, but I told him it was due to personal issues and most likely I would be back in the future.

I spent every working hour in front of the computer or the gym. I tried to find as many gigs as possible, but I also started looking for other jobs, becoming a bouncer or a security guard. I knew they always wanted tall and intimidating men, and I craved some fresh air after sitting for so long.

I glanced at the clock and it was already 1 AM. I had to wrap this up, so I could get some sleep. My mother had acted strange lately, and she had also said she had gotten a lucrative raise. I was glad for her sake but found everything a bit odd. Maybe I was just overthinking it. It was not unusual that hot girls got better grades for being hot, or women landed well-paid jobs based upon their looks. I found it stranger she was still at a call center even if the schedule didn’t make sense at all.

I had helped Mom out with some numbers, and the mortgage would be difficult to pay, but easier as we were both working. We didn’t have to worry about becoming homeless, and I calculated that we would be able to buy a car as well. As the days moved on, I came closer and closer to my mother.

I had seen an increase in sexual dreams of her. Just this week I’d already experienced three wet dreams where she was the main star. It was distracting, but I wondered if I made it worse by trying to fight those thoughts. After wanting to do something for her and helping her out, our relationship had certainly become deeper. I wasn’t sure if she was feeling the same.

I cracked my knuckles and decided to go to the bathroom for a little. I opened the door, and to my surprise, the lights were on. Suddenly, my mother came out of the bathroom, wearing revealing, red lingerie with threads spun from my fantasy. The fabric hugged her curves in all the right places and left just enough to the imagination. She halted, surprised to see me as well.

“Mom?” I asked, just to make sure.

“Chase,” she said, looking equally as caught off guard as I did. “I thought you were asleep.”

“Ugh, I had to work a bit extra.”

She gave me a look, and I knew she didn’t like my answer. “Christ, it’s in the middle of the night. You need to rest too.”

“But you also work at night,” I pointed out.

“Yes, but only at night. You work from morning to dusk,” she pointed out.

“Sure,” I said, scratching my neck and trying my hardest not to gawk at her. But I pitched a tent to her either way. “What are you up to?” I asked her, but I quickly regretted it. I should’ve just gone to the bathroom, but I wanted to see her. I craved her.

“I’m just trying out some clothes,” she said while a subtle blush crept up her cheeks.

“Oh, okay… Uhm, goodnight then.”

She placed both hands on my shoulders, my bulge dangerously close to her center. “Promise me to get some sleep,” she said, sounding concerned for me.

“You too,” I pointed out, making her smile.

She let go of me, and my cock throbbed harder than ever. I hopped inside the bathroom. I wished my erection would go away, but it was stubborn. It didn’t help that she had left behind the most erotic perfume, making scenes of my hot mother flash by. She wore a sexy vanilla and rose perfume that made me melt, and after having seen her with so little clothing, I wanted to jack off badly. I didn’t question why she wore lingerie. I just wanted Mom’s flesh more than anything.

I brushed my teeth, but my bulge kept hitting the sink. I was painfully hard and it felt as if my testicles were tightening to knots. I got out of the bathroom and hurried to my bedroom. I stripped my clothes off. Once I crawled under the sheets, I reached for my cock and slowly stroked it. “Should I do this? Should I masturbate while fantasizing about my mother for the first time?”

My balls were boiling, and I knew already it would be near impossible to sleep if I didn’t do something with the load that haunted my testicles. I reached for my shaft and just wanted to get it done with. I quickly stroked myself to the fresh images of Mom dressed in lingerie. I added some scenes when she was dancing ballet and when she did some of her sexy stretches. I thought of how my cock stretched her, and how I took her in various positions. It felt unbelievably good and thrilling. I was fantasizing about my mother, having sex with her, and making out with her.

The climax was imminent, and I curled my toes, fired right at the sheets and got it all over my hand and belly. I let my head slump back as my heart rate raced and now slowly eased into a slow steady rhythm. I blinked at the ceiling. To my baffling surprise, I didn’t feel disgusted. I was just glad I had let that out of my chest.

*****

The following day, I woke up to a sexual dream featuring my mother. I was at a point I couldn’t remember when I had a dream that didn’t feature Mom. My morning wood was rock hard, and I had no choice but to splash cold water over it.

After I’d showered, Mom prepared breakfast. She didn’t mention the lingerie and neither did I. It felt a bit weird seeing her after I’d masturbated to her for the first time in my life, but I tried telling myself it was all in my head. I didn’t think it was much different from a wet dream, and maybe I was making this into a bigger deal than it actually was.

“Is Savannah still out with her friends?” I asked Mom.

“I think she’s found another boy,” Mom said, chuckling.

When it was time to get back to work, getting my hands dirty, I went back and thought over how odd it had been to see Mom in those clothes. It didn’t add up. It seemed she was hiding something. Even if she was my mother, I didn’t like being intrusive. But I was dying to get an answer to what she was truly up to.

*****

The clock was ticking toward 11 PM. It was currently dark, and my mother had gone to work two hours ago. Savannah had texted me she wouldn’t be home either, so I currently had the home for myself. I went outside my bedroom and aimed my eyes at Mom’s. It didn’t hurt having a look. I carefully opened the door and went inside. I was greeted by the vanilla and rose perfume she loved to wear. Her bedroom was sparkling clean. She had purple curtains and a matching plush carpet. She slept in a queen-sized bed and on the nightstand was a photo of me, Savannah and Mom.

I fixed my eyes on the photo till I caught a business card. I stooped over it. “California Women’s Nightclub,” I read out loud. My mouth opened. “No way,” I mouthed. My heart rate accelerated. I picked it up and typed the address on Google Maps. It was a twenty-minute drive from here, and it left me with no choice but to have a look.

I quickly got an Uber. Sitting in the backseat, I had butterflies in my belly. My mind was blank. I looked out the window without a thought in my head. The driver stopped at my destination, and I took a deep breath as I hopped outside.

I wasn’t far from Laguna Beach, but I wasn’t familiar with this neighborhood, which looked quite luxurious. I saw the big sign written in pink, blinking neon lights. “California Women’s Nightclub.” It also depicted a naked woman holding a tray. There were several cars parked outside, and they were all nice and shiny.

I walked by the fancy nightclub, hearing erotic music and the sounds of glasses clinking. I saw several scantily clad women in lingerie, underwear or bunny costumes. There was a strip pole in the background where a topless woman hung upside down. But then, to my not-so-baffling surprise, I saw Mom. Dressed in the same red lingerie I’d seen her yesterday with dollar bills stuffed in her cleavage, she looked stunning, and she turned me on. It should’ve been obvious. There was no way in hell she worked at a call center.

I ogled at her, studying her as she bent over and flashed her round rear. She was perfect for that job and looked as beautiful as a high-end model. She had fun as well, enjoying this work as if it were second nature to her. It made me suspect she’d been doing it before.

As if by some subconscious reflexes, she suddenly shifted her gaze to me. I must’ve looked like a deer caught in the headlights, and she looked no different. Her eyes were aimed at me, and mine aimed at hers. None of us blinked, and it was as if I were stuck in a trance of some sort. Her lips curved in a subtle smile, and I turned and headed in the other direction.

I couldn’t think of anything on my way back, but when I got out of the taxi, my phone buzzed. I already knew who it was. I picked it up and read the text. We need to talk.

Ok, I answered her briefly, not wanting to let such a dear woman like her hang. Once I entered our home, I sat on the couch and kept replaying the scenes of seeing her there. I became harder than ever, but I was still in a state of disbelief.

Eventually, I heard a car pull over, and it must have been her Uber. It was two in the morning, and I wasn’t sure if I would be able to fall asleep later.

“Hi,” she said, trying to smile. She wore leggings, high heels and a sexy leather jacket. She was as hot as she’d ever been.

“Hi,” I said.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” she asked like a caring mother. She unzipped her jacket and hung it in her wardrobe.

“I thought you said you wanted to talk.”

“I meant tomorrow,” she said and sat down on the couch. She was left in a tight, white top. “But it doesn’t matter since you’re awake now.”

“First of all, I wasn’t spying on–”

“Chase, it’s okay,” she interrupted me. “I know you want the best for me, especially after having financially saved us.”

“Yesterday, I became a bit curious when I saw you in those clothes,” I admitted.

“I get that,” she said. She patted the spot next to her. “Can we sit closer?”

“Sure,” I said. I sat down next to her with my hips against hers. The physical contact was forbidden, yet it felt so good.

“I don’t want any space between us,” she said. She wore that perfume that made my libido rise. I regretted that I came so close to her since I might reveal what I actually thought of her. She drew in a deep breath. “I don’t know where to start.”

“Mom, I’m not disappointed or anything.”

“I know you aren’t, but it’s something I have to tell you first,” she said. “This isn’t my first time working at a nightclub. It was there I met your father.”

“Really?”

She nodded.

“I thought you were a waitress?”

“Yes, I was a waitress at a nightclub, but I was also a stripper.”

“Wow,” I said. Once she said stripper, it stirred some life into my cock, making me look at her a bit differently.

She placed her hand on my thigh, stroking me intimately. “I actually got my first job when I was underaged… I loved dancing and I loved the money. Those three years, sixteen to nineteen, were the highlights of my life, but then I met your father, and I decided to leave the partying and nightlife behind to raise you two.”

“I see,” I said. “I don’t think many girls out there would make such a decision.”

“I don’t think so either, but I don’t have any regrets,” she said. “Stripping and nightlife were fun, but being a mother, especially a proud mother, is something else.”

“Right.”

“Well, I didn’t either lie about the call center, but my sister persuaded me to go work at a nightclub again. Couldn’t resist it either since we need the money, and I thought it would be fun to relive some memories.”

“I see where you’re coming from,” I said. “I have to admit… you looked good.”

“Thank you,” she said, blushing slightly.

“I mean not in that way,” I said as a blush crept up on my cheeks. “I mean good for a waitress in a nightclub.” I sounded dumb as hell, but I had myself to blame for admitting my own mother looked good in that context.

“It’s okay, Chase,” she said, drawing a circle on my thigh.

The circle she drew was hypnotizing, drawing me closer to her. “As long as you enjoy it there,” I said.

“I do… How about you? Do you enjoy coding all day?” she asked, searching my gaze.

“It feels good to build stuff, but I’m looking for jobs elsewhere. I just want to get out of this house now and then. Two hours in the gym aren’t enough.”

“Well, they’re looking for security. The owner of the nightclub is Stella.”

“Wait what, my aunt?” I asked.

“Uh-huh,” she said and spilled the beans. We had managed to keep it a secret for long, but it was time for him to know the truth.

“I thought she ran a bar downtown?”

“The nightclub is also kind of a bar.”

“Well, judging by her looks, it makes sense,” I said and didn’t seem that shocked.

“When she was younger, she was a horny teen. Nowadays, she’s a bit of a coquettish cougar.”

“So not much has changed in other words,” I said, laughing.

“No, but she’s looking for security… a tall muscular boy.”

“Boy?”

“Well, man, but I can’t call you that because you’re a boy to me and always will be.”

“That’s fine,” I said, chuckling.

“The job offer is quite lucrative, and I thought maybe it would be better than sitting on your computer for so long.”

“Honestly, I have thought about working as a bouncer of some sort before,” I said. But what I wasn’t so sure about was the fact that my mother would be working there, and I knew it would be difficult while she was practically dressed in underwear.

“So?” she asked.

“Will we be working together?” I asked her.

“Somewhat,” she said. “You’ll see me, but you’ll mostly be taking care of drunk troublemakers.”

“I see,” I said.

“I would feel a bit safer having you there,” she admitted and kept drawing the circle on my thigh.

“I guess I can give it a shot,” I said. I said that in case it would be a bit too much nudity, and I also wasn’t sure how my relationship with Mom would be.

“I accept that,” she said, a smile curving on her lips. “They have also offered me more money, working as a stripper. But I’m not sure at my age.”

“Why?” I asked, my eyes sweeping over her. “You’re as beautiful as Savannah.”

“You’re the sweetest,” she said and draped her arm around my shoulder, giving me a sideways hug. “Do you think I should take it?”

“You certainly know how to dance, and we need the money for now. Also, if you enjoyed doing this before, then why not?”

“Okay. Thank you for being supportive.”

She held the hug a bit longer. “One more thing before we go to bed. Please, try to keep this a secret. Your older sister is very attractive,” she admitted with a giggle. “And I kind of want to keep her out of this. It’s just that there’s a stigma around adult work, and I got somewhat lucky with your father.”

“I will never judge you,” I said.

“I know… that’s why I love you.”

“I love you too, Mom.” At that moment, I glanced at her lips and felt an impulse to kiss her. She saw it too, and her cheeks pinked. She didn’t resist the idea, just sitting there and waiting for me. But I didn’t go for it. If only I was a bit braver. “I’ll… try to get some sleep.”

“Me too,” she said, lowering her gaze as if expecting the kiss.

Chapter 4

Chase

I tested the code again, and it worked flawlessly. We had eaten breakfast a moment ago. Mom had talked more about my duties at the nightclub and the nightly routine. Being a bouncer wasn’t rocket science, and I sure looked forward to trying something new.

When I went to bed yesterday, I couldn’t stop thinking of her. I had told her that I loved her several times before, but last night felt different. The way I’d looked at her lips, and the way her cheeks pinked, I felt something I’d never felt before. I cursed myself for my cowardice, but the taboo thoughts whirled in the back of my mind. This was incest, and she was my mother, but at the same time, so what? If I found her attractive, what was I supposed to do about it?

I sighed and needed some fresh air. I pulled the curtains aside and was greeted by the sight of my mother doing some stretches. That was the last thing I needed–more visuals of my mother. She did the pose when she leaned forward to touch her legs. She was bent at the waist, and her ass pointed in my direction. When I masturbated to her, I fantasized about her in that position. I took my erection and slipped the head into her love hole followed by the rest of my length. I wondered how tight and sweet she was, and the taste of her vagina. It must taste like a ripe strawberry judging by how well she took care of herself.

I pitched a tent to her and asked myself whether I should masturbate or not. I reached for my cock and suddenly someone opened the door.

I yanked my hand back and whirled around. “For fuck’s sake, can’t you knock for once?”

“What’s the point of shouting if you don’t even listen?” Savannah defended herself. She was dressed in denim shorts and a matching off-shoulder crop top. She’d painted her lips ruby red, making them full and sweet. She also wore mascara, adding volume to her eyelashes. She strode to the window, placed her hands on the sill and leaned forward. “Are you perving on Mom again?”

My face flushed. “No.”

She turned to me with her hand on her hip, making me come face to face with her flat tummy. “Your face is red as a tomato,” she said and her grin widened when she glanced down at my bulge.

“What do you want?”

“I wondered if you could be a good brother and tell me how I look. After my shift, I have a date,” she said.

“Fine,” I said. “But you have to step back. I can’t see much else than your tummy and breasts.” She took a step back. I studied her from head to toe. The tight denim shorts hugged her hips perfectly, and her top pushed her breasts up. I loved the way the clothing flashed her petite shoulders. “You look good.”

“What about my hair?” she asked, twirling around, so her hair fluttered. She wore it loose but had styled it so it was wavy. She looked unbelievably hot, and my tent sure wasn’t going anywhere.

“Savannah, you don’t have to ask me how you look. You know you’re pretty.”

She laid her hand over her heart. “Thank you.”

“Mom uses a vanilla rose perfume that I think smells good. You should try that one. Other than that, I don’t have much to say.”

“I know which one you mean. I borrow it from time to time. Sorry for walking in on you masturbating.”

“I wasn’t masturbating,” I corrected her.

She rolled her eyes flirtatiously. “We all do. Next time, I’ll knock.”

I didn’t trust that smile for some reason. “I hope the date goes well,” I told her.

“Thanks,” she said and waved. “I’ll go now. Later.”

I didn’t answer as she closed the door. It wasn’t easy living with two attractive older women.

*****

After Mom and I had eaten dinner, we prepared to leave. We went a bit earlier since Mom and Stella wanted to give me a little introduction before starting my shift. “Chase?” Mom called for me.

“Yeah?”

“Can you come into my bedroom for a sec?”

“Sure,” I said. I hopped out of my computer chair and made my way to her bedroom. She stood there dressed in white, fishnet lingerie and matching stockings. Her hair cascaded in soft waves around her shoulder and down her back. She glowed like a bright star.

“Since you’re the only man in this household, can you give me your opinion?” she asked, turning to me, making me come face to face with her goddess-like body.

Why did Savannah and Mom have to do this to me now and then? “Uhm, sure.”

“So?” she asked, twirling her hair on her finger.

“You look stunning,” I admitted and struggled to pull up my jaw.

“I want to try another. Can you compare them?”

“Sure,” I said. “I’ll leave you for a sec.”

I was surprised she wasn’t the one who asked me to leave. I went outside her bedroom, listening to how she slipped off garment after garment. I glanced at the keyhole, and I debated whether I should have a look. I shook my head. I was taking this a bit too far, or was I?

“Come in,” she said.

I stepped inside, and she wore a hollowed-out, sleeveless, backless, low-cut bodycon dress. My mouth opened an inch. The dress ended at her upper thighs, exposing her hips, shoulders, cleavage and belly button. “Christ, Mom.”

“I take that as this was a little bit hotter,” she said with a flirtatious giggle.

“Little bit is an exaggeration,” I said. It was mostly the valley between her breasts that got most of my attention. But there was more flesh than clothing, and the dress covered her in all the sensual places.

“My bottom?” she asked and twirled around.

I could see the borders of her ass, making me want to bend her over. “It’s gorgeous.”

She smiled like the sun, twirling around.

“You sure are in the mood,” I noted.

“Yeah,” she said, sounding happier than ever. “I’m looking forward to not only working there again but being closer to you.”

I smiled and wasn’t sure where our relationship was heading. “I have another outfit.”

“Okay,” I said and stepped outside. I closed the door and stared intensely at the keyhole. After I’d seen her in that bodycon dress, I wanted so badly to have a peek. Not being able to resist, I mustered my courage and approached it on my tiptoes. I closed my left eye and peered through. She tried out another piece of lingerie. The bottom was already on, but not her top. My eyes widened as I saw her boobs in their full glory. They were round, busty and perfectly symmetrical. I fixed my eyes on her thick, sugary nipples. I hadn’t seen her breasts since I was a baby in her arms, but I wanted to be there again, sucking her tits. My cock surged, and I quickly had to tuck it into the waistband. I would never forget the nude, mental photo of my mother, storing it safely inside my mind.

“You can come in,” she said gladly. She wore purple lingerie with matching stockings. “Tell me, which one was the hottest?” She twirled around on her foot.

“Without a doubt the bodycon dress.”

“Nice, now I know what to wear,” she said. “Are you ready? Should I get an Uber?”

“Sure,” I said. “I’ll meet you downstairs”

Dressed in her bodycon dress, she came down shortly after. We hopped into the Uber and headed toward the nightclub. “Are you nervous?” she asked.

She had an infectious energy, and I could tell she was excited. “No. I don’t get nervous.”

“Too big for that, eh?” she asked and ruffled my hair, making me blush.

We spoke about various topics. “Savannah won’t be home later,” she said.

“Are you thinking of how we’ll keep this a secret?” I asked her.

“Somewhat,” she said. “But it will be difficult.”

“How do you know she’ll even want to work there, to begin with?” I asked her.

Mom’s lips curved in a smile. “I know my daughter. Once she learns what kind of money she can make with her looks, there’s no turning back.”

“I suppose,” I said. “She seems too busy riding the waves though.”

“She can still surf,” Mom said. “You work less hours at a nightclub.”

I knew she had a point.

We jumped off the California Women’s Nightclub. It wasn’t open yet, and the sun was setting in the background. I recognized my aunt inside who talked to some of her women. She immediately came over when she saw us.

“Hi, Amber,” she greeted Mom and hugged her tightly.

“Hi,” Mom said, wrapping her arms around Stella and embracing the titty-mashing hug.

“This hug will be quick since I want to see my nephew.”

“He’s right behind me,” Mom said and proudly stepped aside. Aunt Stella was a true milf. She had blonde glossy hair that flowed down her back, and she wore a short, silky pencil dress with a deep v-neck. She looked as sexy as Mom and definitely so with her silicone tits that strained her dress.

She had done a great job keeping the nightclub a secret since we did see each other now and then at the gym.

She wrapped her arms around my back, squeezing me tightly and pressing her enhanced rack against my chest. I melted in her arms, palmed her ass with my right hand and ran my left over her back. She broke the hug, and her teeth sank into her lip. “So… Now you know the truth.”

I shrugged. “A bar isn’t that far off from a nightclub though.”

She tapped my chest. “Chiseled and hard. You were born to be a bouncer,” she said with a grin. “But I’ll have to inspect you further inside–without your clothes on.”

I arched an eyebrow in Mom’s direction, who laughed at her dirty sister. “She’s joking.”

“Come,” Stella said eagerly, taking my hand and bringing me into the nightclub. As it started getting darker outside, the purple and red LED lights lit up the entrance. There were several round tables with plush couches, and in the corner was a strip pole.

“Meet your team,” Stella introduced me to the gorgeous women, who all looked at me with lust and desire. I shook hands with all of them. “So, you and I can go to the VIP lounge in the meantime.”

I left Mom behind as my aunt took me into another luxurious room with a strip pole in the center of the room. We took a seat. “So, time to undress,” she said and waggled her eyebrows.

“I thought you were joking,” I said and didn’t mind taking off my clothes in front of her. She had also been one of my forbidden dreams.

“I was,” she said, winking. “Unfortunately, this will be boring, but we have to go through the employment contract.”

“Sure thing,” I said. “I would rather undress, to tell the truth.”

“Behind closed doors, I won’t stop you, but in the hall, only ladies are allowed to be nude.”

“Self-explanatory,” I said and read through the contract. There was nothing fishy in there, and besides, she was my aunt, so it wasn’t like I didn’t trust her.

I signed the contract, seeing Stella smile again, her lips swollen as if stung by a bee.

“Do you mind if I touch your arms again?”

“Not at all,” I said. She curled her hands around my biceps, squeezing them intimately and moving up to my shoulders.

“Geeze… your shoulders are like two bowling balls,” she said. I picked up the scent of something sweet running between her legs. “Will you be able to concentrate with your mom in the background?”

I stiffened. “Of course,” I said. “Why shouldn’t I?”

“You must have an open relationship,” she said with a grin. “Not many sons and daughters openly talk about sex work with their parents, or sex for that matter.”

“I guess you could say that,” I said.

“I haven’t told anyone that she’s your mom, nor that you’re my nephew, so keep that in mind. It was your mother who wanted me to keep it a secret.”

“Really?” I asked.

Stella nodded. “Uh-huh. I know you’re a horny teen, and some of those ladies can relieve you since you’re good-looking, me included. You won’t have to pay them.”

I felt a shiver down my spine when she offered me sexual pleasure. She was a different person here than in the gym. “I’m good.”

“Feels weird having sex when your mom is in the same building?” she asked, grinning.

“Kind of,” I said and wasn’t sure what she was fishing after.

“I won’t nag at you, but I can take care of you if it is an emergency. There are some hot chicks in there that will probably make your balls blue.”

I had never heard Stella speak to me like that before. I wasn’t sure whether she was serious or not, but it sure turned me on. “I’ll make sure I do my job first and foremost.”

“You’re a good boy, Chase. Come, let me finish the tour.” She showed me around the nightclub where I would hold guard and check the IDs. I walked past some young strippers, trying out some new poses, hanging onto the pole with it nestled between their bare breasts. They were smoking hot, and I became hard as concrete when watching them.

Mom stood bent at the waist and cleaned some tables, flashing her rear that was hardly covered by her dress.

Once the darkness settled in on the spring evening, my shift started. It was a calm night, and there were not so many guests checking in. I mostly stood by the entrance, checking the IDs. Occasionally, I glanced behind my back, seeing my mother in her provocative clothes enjoying herself as she served the guests. I was still rock hard from earlier, and it made it even more difficult knowing she was half-nude behind my back. Our eyes met on occasions, and she just smiled in return.

As the night continued, I heard some noise inside. Two men were wasted and started fighting. I quickly stepped in and took the dwarf by his shoulders and hauled him out. “What the fuck are you doing?” he slurred in his incomprehensible speech.

“Kicking you out,” I told him firmly.

“You’re a piece of shit,” he said. He stumbled along the sidewalk and crashed head-first into a lamppost. My coworker called 911, and I hauled out the other guy too. My mom proudly smiled at me as I pulled him out of there and dumped him on the streets. I was prepared for more, but other than that it was very calm.

Someone poked my back, and it was Mom. It was difficult to keep eye contact when she was dressed in her bodycon dress. She glowed with health and happiness, showing no signs of the grief that had haunted her earlier. “We have a break together,” she said.

“Alright,” I said. “I’ll come.”

She eagerly took my hand, giving it a squeeze and guiding me into one of the private lounges. “Want something to drink?”

“What do you got?”

“I can bring some martinis,” she said, her eyes sparkling.

“Sure, but I’m not allowed to get intoxicated during work.”

“You’re loyal,” she said proudly. “It will just be a glass or two, nothing to lose sleep over.”

I sat down and she returned shortly after with a tray and placed it on top of the table, putting a glass in front of her. She lifted her glass to mine as she took a seat. “Cheers.”

“Cheers,” I said, clinking the glass and taking a sip. Except for the strong alcohol, it had a crisp, clean taste with a hint of herbs. It warmed my belly. I wasn’t a big drinker, and I had never had a glass with my mother before. It turned me on though for one reason or another.

“I loved the way you dragged those pigs out,” she said with a laugh.

“Fitting description,” I said, sharing her humor.

“You turned on the girls too,” she said, placing her elbows on the table.

I noticed that she said too. “They sure as hell turn me on.”

“Only pretty girls are allowed here,” she said, waggling her eyebrows. She took her glass and finished her drink. I finished mine as well. “What are your first thoughts?”

I blinked at her. “About you working here?”

“No,” she said, smiling brightly. “I meant you. Do you enjoy being a bouncer?”

“It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.” I only had one complaint and that was having my mother behind me half nude. It was a bit distractive. I was already raging hard, and I knew my erection wouldn’t go anywhere till I returned home.

“I’m glad to hear,” she said. “It’s important to enjoy your work… I sure learned that after being at that depressing call center.”

“You look way happier here–” I suddenly felt a stabbing pain in both of my testicles that cut off my speech. I hunched forward, gritting my teeth.

“Are you alright?” Mom asked me, taking my hand and stroking it with her thumb.

“I’m fine,” I said, drawing in a sharp breath.

“You don’t look fine to me… Chase, just tell me.”

“No, it’s okay, Mom.” My answer didn’t satisfy her. After a couple of deep breaths, the pain slowly ebbed. “I’m okay.”

“I don’t like it when you don’t tell me what bothers you. I want to be there for you too,” she insisted.

“You are,” I told her.

“I have always told you when something bothers me,” she said, not letting go of my hand.

“I’m sorry. It came so suddenly but now it’s gone.”

I managed to steer the conversation away from that topic. I knew very well the source of that pain, but there wasn’t much I could do about that now. We finished our martinis and went back to work.

During the remaining shift, I tried keeping the glances over my shoulders to a minimum. I couldn’t risk any further blue balling. I debated myself whether I should talk to my aunt, but truth be told, I wanted Mom’s lips wrapped around my manhood. It didn’t feel right to admit that, but I knew it was true, and the main reason I didn’t use the free pass I had with Stella or the rest of the girls. My aunt was already forbidden, but my mom was even more taboo.

When the nightclub was closing, it was 3 AM. Mom looked just as alive as when she arrived, speaking with Stella and a couple of coworkers. “Are you still awake?” Stella asked me, knocking on my chest.

“I am,” I said.

“You did a good job dragging those drunks out,” Stella said with a wink. “I love your loyalty too.”

“You’ll have it,” I said.

She opened her arms and I gave her a hug. She made sure to push her crotch against my bulge till probably the precum seeped into her dress. There must be a lot because I had an erection since I saw my mother topless in her bedroom.

“Goodbye for now,” I said.

“Goodbye.”

Mom and I went into the Uber. I picked up the scent of alcohol but tried to ignore it. She placed her hand on my thigh, and I looked at her. “Are you sure you’re feeling alright?”

“I’m fine,” I said. I honestly couldn’t wait to get home, so I could jack off.

“I have a feeling you’re keeping a secret from me.”

I searched her face, and she looked concerned. “I’m okay,” I told her firmly. She looked a bit tipsy, and she leaned her head on my shoulder. Luckily, the driver didn’t know she was my mother.

Once we got out of the Uber and made our way up to our doorstep, I felt the stabbing pain once again, and it was even worse than earlier. I was about to fall, but my mother caught me. “Gosh,” I said.

“Oh my God, Chase, are you alright?”

“Nope,” I admitted. “I need to sit down.”

“I’ll hurry,” she said, fumbling for the keys and quickly opening the door. She took me inside, but it was difficult to walk further than the foyer. Once she closed the door, she stood in front of me with her hands on my shoulders. “Look me in the eyes–Is it your balls?”

I couldn’t shy away from her eyes any longer. “Yes.”

“Let me help you.”

I looked at her blankly. “Do you realize what you’re saying?”

“I am,” she insisted. “You’re a healthy nineteen-year-old, of course, I know you’re going to end up in pain while being surrounded by women in underwear.”

“But you’re my mother.”

“And you’re my son and I can’t stand seeing you in pain.”

If I had already masturbated to her, I wasn’t sure what the difference would be if she actually went down on me.

“Come,” she said, taking my hand. “You need some sleep too. Lie down in your bed and I’ll blow you.”

“Mom, are you sure you aren’t drunk?”

“Maybe a little,” she said with a giggle.

She took my hand and led me up the stairs, but she missed a step and it was my turn to catch her in my arms, my left hand palming her tit. “Are you okay?” I asked her and slid my hand away from her boob.

“I’m fine but you are not.”

I rolled my eyes, and she took me into my bedroom. She made sure to close the door, and she tugged the collar of my shirt. Sweating buckets, I took off my shirt and wiped my forehead with it. Not minding the sweat, she smiled upon seeing my sculpted body. I was a bit nervous, so I fumbled a little with the belt.

She went down on her knees. “Let me,” she said, giggling as she unbuckled the belt and pulled it out of the loops. She pulled down my pants followed by my underwear and freed my cock. It was about time. Finally, it could breathe. Her smile widened upon seeing it. “Nice,” she said, her eyes tracing it as it cast a thick shadow onto her face.

“Lie down… I want you to have sweet dreams after this.”

“Okay,” I stammered. I wasn’t sure what to think or say. It happened so quickly that I questioned whether I dreamed or not. I tried to let go. I didn’t want to suppress this at all. I wanted to enjoy every second of it. She jumped on top of my bed and crawled to the middle.

Mom grabbed the bottom of my shaft with her left hand, smearing the precum over my length. “So much cum, no wonder your balls are hurting.” She leaned forward and licked the sides of my cock. My eyes widened as her delicate tongue hit my shaft. I shivered with pleasure. The way she leaned forward granted me visual access to her breasts.

“Are you feeling better now?”

“Yeah… but you’ll finish, right?”

She laughed. “So now you want it.”

“Uhm yeah,” I said.

“I won’t leave you in pain. I never have and never will.”

“Can you take your dress off?”

“Anything for you,” she said, fumbling behind her back and removing the upper part of her dress. She freed her marvelous melons, and they looked even better when I had them in front of me rather than when I had to peer through a keyhole.

“Geez, you’re well-endowed,” I said, studying the round shapes as they hung in front of me like two fruits ready to fall into my hands.

“So are you,” she said, stroking my erection.

“Do you mind if I touch them?”

“Why?” she slurred. “You have touched and sucked on them before.”

I leaned forward and squeezed both her soft breasts. They were natural and supple, and it was like sinking my fingers into a dough. While I fondled her tits, she pointed the tip at her lips and guided it right into her mouth. She sealed her lips tightly around the shaft and sucked me in and out.

“Hmm, Mom,” I said. I had gotten blown before, but it felt ten times stronger when it was my own mother, sucking and slobbering over my meat. She passionately sucked me as if she’d dreamed about this herself. I propped a couple of pillows behind my back, so I could constantly watch my erection slide in and out of her wet mouth.

Occasionally, she took a couple of breaks, running her tongue up and down along my shaft and delivering sweet, motherly kisses all over it. She guided it back into her mouth, bobbing her head forward and gliding my erection over her wet tongue.

It wasn’t just the sensation that felt amazing, but she looked so sexy and passionate. She sometimes kept her eyes closed, and sometimes she opened them to look me in the eyes. She rubbed her tits along my thighs, and I felt her stiff nipples drawing lines on my flesh. Goosebumps flared across my arms, and I thrust my hips higher, trying to push my cock deeper down my mother’s throat.

With both my hands, I reached for her neck, helping feed her my cock. Even if her lips stretched around my girth, I could see her smile and it was infectious. I felt a happiness I’d never felt before. A sudden wave of euphoria washed over me, and on the next downward stroke, my body jolted. I emptied myself inside her mouth. She sealed her lips tightly around my girth, so I could fire my cum down her gullet.

“Oh,” I moaned silently. She slid her lips up and down, keeping up the small friction and making the intense pleasure linger. She milked my orgasm well, and she slowly came off, sliding out inch after inch of my drenched cock. It landed with a smack against my waist. She opened her mouth, showing off a pool of the pearly reward in her mouth. She swallowed it all.

She crawled on top of me, lying down and giving me the most intimate hug she’d ever given me, pressing my semi-hard cock against her wet crotch while her nude breasts were mashed against my chest. “How was that?” she asked close to my ear, and every word sent an intimate shiver down my spine.

“Mom, I feel a thousand times better.”

“I’m glad… Promise me to get some sleep.”

“Sure,” I said.

She pressed her lips to my cheeks, leaving a damp patch of skin behind. She slithered off me and gently laid the sheets over my chest. “Nighty night.”