Mum's Too Dirty (open to one male)

[Twixle]

It was mostly quiet in the Beachum household. At about 11PM, after several bottles of wine, Katy and Keith had decided to call it a night and turn in for bed. Keith switched off Netflix and Katy put their wine glasses in the sink. It was a kinky pinch of Katy's ass as Keith climbed the stairs behind her that had set the two off. Katy emitted a high pitched squeal and Keith chased her into their bedroom with his finger against his lips in a 'hush' gesture. Moments later and Keith had his cock buried deep in his wife, fucking her doggy-style against the head board of their bed.

Keith had developed a rhythm that rocked the bed in such a way that made virtually no noise. This was in aid of not waking his 18 year old son who slept in the room opposite. They would usually also have to worry about their daughter who slept down the hall but she was out late at a party. Tonight was different however, Katy seemed especially turned on and was forcefully bucking her hips with every one of Keith's deep thrusts into her. This made the bed creak and Katy's grunts and moans weren't helping.

Keith placed his hand on her shoulder and lent into her body, inadvertently driving his cock deeper inside her and causing Katy to gasp audibly. "Shhh." He whispered in her ear and she responded in a gruff tone.

"Pull my hair!" Keith was puzzled. They'd never delved into pain for pleasure before, he never really had an interest in it. He might of misheard her. Leaning into her again, her hushed her a second time. "Pull. my. fucking. Hair!" On the final word she forced her hips back hard causing her ass cheeks to smack loudly against Keith's hips. His balls also swung forward and knocked against her shaved mound.

Keith was taken aback by her request. After a moment to digest it he balled his wife's hair between his fingers and yanked it back. Katy let out a yell that would of been heard downstairs. Keith stopped dead, leaving Katy's hips to grind against his dick as she panted into a pillow.

Ethan, their son, listened intently on the other side of the wall. His rigid cock pulsating and his hand a blur upon it as he listened to the sound of his parents having sex.

ooc: looking for a male to play the part of Ethan. I'll be playing the part of Katy and Keith will be removed from the story shortly. I'm aiming for the parents to have an argument which results in Katy sleeping on the sofa.

 

[lovingfingers]

"Ohhh fuck," Ethan breathed. This was killing him, or at least it felt like it. He stopped to squirt some more lotion on his hand and brought it back to his cock. As he started to stroke again, he fought a groan at the moist sensation. His mum's pussy must be wet like this...

He had long ago given up feeling too terribly guilty or ashamed about this. He had accidentally seen his mother naked some time ago, and it had been the beginning of years of unrequited lust. He couldn't stop himself. He would stay hidden in the house, looking out the window as his mum sunbathed. Several times he had been able to watch her put on suntan lotion, and had cum hard when he saw her massaging it onto her breasts.

And god, what breasts! That he had suckled them as a baby was torturous knowledge to him. He would have given anything to do so again. How many times had he snuck her bras from the dirty laundry and stroked his cock with them, leaving them sticky with his cum?

He had even spied on her in the shower, his cock pulsing as he caught glimpses of her through the glass.

And amazingly, she never caught on. He was just her good boy, although his 18th birthday was now long past.

So now he lie in bed, listening to his mum get fucked, fantasizing wildly about it, stroking his cock to a climax that he knew would never satisfy.

 

[Twixle]

Katy's yell seemed to echo for a second before the entire house descended into silence again. She rubbed her ass against Keith's rigid cock, which had slipped from inside her sopping cunt, and she whimpered a little. Keith rubbed the small of her back and her ass cheeks, whispering to her.

"Honey, you got to be quiet." Katy flipped onto her back and caught Keith's dick between her feet. She jerked him off with her toes as he looked at her with a confused frown.

"Can you choke me?" She asked him in a breathy, lustful tone.

"What? No!" Keith was beginning to lose his arousal in favour of annoyance at his wife's crazy requests. Katy sat up on the bed and bounced forward. She took Keith's cock in her hands with a firm grasp and, shooting him a devilish smile, spat loudly onto his dick before ramming it down her throat. She choked and gagged immediately and Keith pulled back off the bed. "Katy! Calm down." His dick was getting limper by the second. She turned over again, pushed her ass high into the air and with her face resting sideways against the mattress she pulled her ass cheeks apart.

"I want you to fuck my ass Keith." She teased a finger inside her asshole and shuddered at the feeling. "Do it baby, fuck me." Keith pushed her hips to the side and rolled her over.

"I think you've had a bit to much to drink." He told her with a flaccid dick. He proceeded to get into bed. Katy hesitated for a moment, outraged by the actions of her husband.

"What the fuck Keith?" She exclaimed loudly.

"Shhhh." he hissed at her.

"You're a fucking pussy!" She stood up off the bed and approached the bedroom door.

"Where are you going?" Keith asked, anger in his voice after her insults.

'Fuck off!" She flipped him off as she exited the room, naked all apart from long black stockings.

 

[lovingfingers]

Ethan's fantasy was interrupted by the change in tone he heard through the wall. He stopped stroking himself, and listened harder. His parents were fighting, and as much as he ached to cum, that was a major buzz kill. He heard his mother tell his father to fuck off, and then the stomp of light feet down the hall and then downstairs. Then quiet.

He listened for a time, not knowing what to expect. Then he heard the sound of snoring from his parent's bedroom. His brow furrowed. What was going on?

He got up, slipped on a robe and walked quietly into the hall. He tiptoed towards his parent's room and peaked in the door. In the moonlight, he could just make out his dad in bed, alone. The snoring confirmed it was him.

He closed the door to the bedroom quietly and went in search of his mum. He walked down the stairs cautiously and looked around the landing. A quick peak in the living room showed it to be empty. He continued searching until he entered the sun room, an addition off the back of the house. The moon shone brightly through the windows and he could see his mum, an afghan over her shoulders, sitting on the couch, looking outside. She was taking a sip from a glass. Not looking at him, she asked coldly, "what do you want?"

Without thinking, Ethan asked quietly, "Mum? Are you ok?"

 

[Twixle]

Katy was sat facing away from Ethan looking out across the garden illuminated by a beam of moonlight that entered the sunroom and danced upon her skin, glittering also in the deep red body of the wine. Auburn hair that typically looked so radiant was now messed and dark on her head. Her robe was left open at the front in an attempt to cool her hot body. There was no heating in the sun room therefore the air in the was still and chilled. However, it proved to be an ineffective way of cooling the warm, damp pussy that practically pulsated between her thighs. Her mind was adapting to the fact that she wouldn't be cumming tonight with the aid of the wine, but her body wasn't so easily persuaded.

"Oh, Ethan." Katy was mildly startled at the sound of her sons voice in place of her husbands. She welcomed it. With one hand she pulled her robe closed across her chest and turned to face him. "It's late" She acknowledged with a meek smile. There was a brief pause. Her heightened libido changed the appearance of her son as she looked at him. Katy noticed his broad shoulders, prominent jaw and height. She also noticed the thick mass of his crotch. Her eyes bulged in horror at the thought. With a swift glance away she shook it from her head. Her eyes lingered in a dark corner as she patted the space beside her. "Come sit with me."

Coming closer, before he sat she unnoticeably snatched another glance. Within milliseconds her eyes returned to the darkened corner, bulging once more. The poor lighting was apparantly amplifying the perceivable size of his cock, it seemed as if he was at half mast. Katy herself was at half mast in her own feminine way and her body reciprocated with total disregard to the social context. She gave Ethan another smile with a slight blush, hard to notice in the moonlight.

Her hand was now upon the wine bottle on the table in front of them. She poured herself another drink steadily and with growing awareness that she had allowed her gown to reopen. It covered her nipples in a way that was reminiscent of the typical 'Eve in the garden of Eden' style but her pussy mound, a mass of dense curls darker than that on her head, was entirely exposed. With lazer precision eye contact that would of make a bear run in fear she calmly asked Ethan if he'd like some wine.

 

[lovingfingers]

"Uhh, sure," he breathed softly. In truth, he would have done anything she asked at that moment. He had never seen his mom like this before. Her robe was parted, the moonlight highlighting her deep cleavage. And as she poured him some wine, the folds of fabric shifted and the cleft between her legs was exposed. His eyes strained to take in every detail. The tension and excitement raced through him and his cock responded, rising beneath his robe, tenting it. He had been with girls before, but he had never felt anything like this.

She turned to hand him his glass, her robe parting a little further, one of her nipples exposed. He had to drag his eyes from it to look at the glass and take it. "Thanks," he replied shakily, looking her in the eye. And as he did, he could see that she knew. She had seen him looking at her and she would have been blind to miss the erection that was about to part his robe. He blushed red, of embarrassment and arousal.

He wanted to say something, but his mouth was dry. He took a big gulp of wine and swallowed, hoping for inspiration. How many times had he fantasized about similar scenarios? His mother was only a flick of thin fabric from being naked. He was so close on the couch that he could feel the heat of her body and smell her scents. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to get a grip, some kind of control...

 

[Twixle]

Katy took the glass from Ethan and finished the wine with a large gulp. The situation demanded that she would be completely trashed so she topped her glass instantaneously. Her movements had parted the remainder of her robe so that bother her boobs were on show. She had not a care to give however, and crossed her legs, reclining into the corner of the couch to face Ethan more personally. She gulped the wine and studied him. He seemed tense, nervous yet he was doing nothing to hide the erection that strained the crotch of his shorts. They were both exposing themselves and were therefore both to blame.

She turned him on. His own mother was making him horny. She suspected that he had listened to her getting fucked earlier, masturbating to the sounds of his mom being pounded against his bedroom wall. Her head swam in intoxication, one part alcoholic and five parts intense sexual desire. Her body, heightened with kinky lust moments before, was responding to it's offsprings attraction with gusto. The dark brown nipples that crowned her tits were harder than stone whilst the humidity between her legs rose. She rubbed and twisted her thighs together a little in order to quell the itch-like wants of her yearning clitoris.

"We woke you?" It was less a question and more of a dismissal of a possible alibi. Her foot twirled gracefully at the end of her extended leg, inches away from his knee. The taste of wine swirled in her mouth and her vision blurred a little in the low light. It seemed to her as if she was being engulfed by something inside her beyond her control. "Do you often listen to us... Do you like it?"

She wanted her son.

 

[lovingfingers]

Ethan gasped, trying to find words. He watched as his mum gulped down her wine, heedless of her robe opening. He stared down at her stocking clad leg as she stretched it towards him. There was no doubt now, she was exposing herself to him, and turned on. Even in the dim light, he could see her nipples were hard, and he ached to suck them. He inhaled and the scent of her arousal came to his nose.

She asked him if he liked listening. He stammered, "no..yes... I'm sorry...oh mum, I like..you!"

He blushed red as her foot touched his robe. The folds parted and his cock sprang free, fully hard. He closed his eyes for a second, then opened them to see his mother staring at his cock. Her foot started to stroke his leg and he automatically touched her calf and started to stroke back.

 

[Twixle]

Mom and son swam in sexual tension as they lightly touched each other. Katy's toes danced over her sons thigh as his fingers glided over her smooth skin. He could reach her upper thigh with his arm fully extended but her crotch was out of reach. He didn't seem confidant enough to move in closer, Ethan's back and shoulders staying as ridged as the cock that throbbed between his legs. Katy was entranced by it. She imagined Eve eyeing the forbidden fruit. It throbbed and bulged in the darkness as if there was a thicker cock inside it about to burst out. Her mouth became damp and her loins moistened.

Katy brought herself up from her reclined position, gently knocking her sons rod-like cock with her cotton sheathed toes as she moved. It bobbed and swayed for a moment, aided in its momentum by the blood periodically forced into it with every wild throb of Ethan's heart. Katy's head was heavy and spun a little as she steadied herself on the edge of the sofa, knee touching Ethan's. Her flirts came out in a breathily whisper.

"What is it you like?" With this she lent in close to his ear, close enough to peck him on the cheek or nibble on his earlobe. "My boobs?" Her voice was suddenly loud and semi-astonished in tone as if it was a surprising suggesting that she actually agreed with. Her voice verberated against the walls for a second. Hands on the lapels of her robe either side of her magnificent breasts, she arched her back and thrust them into the air with the suggestion, perverting the iconic Superman shirt-rip action. She admired them herself for a brief moment with her eyes down upon them and her chin pushed clumsily into her neck.

The hands at her lapels drew the robe across her chest and spoilt the show. Katy had illuminated the two elephants in the room then immediately lead them out. Ethan's dick throbbed and waved as the disappeared, it would of of jumped between them if given half the chance. The thought of Ethan's dismay at his moms teasing caused her hips to buck in a slut-like joy. She beamed and slid a few majestic fingers around his shaft. The fleshy pole was a furnace and the heat in her palm caused a girly exclamation from Katy.

"Aww honey..." His knob boiled as she exerted agonisingly slow strokes with a tight grasp on his foreskin. "Does Ethan like his mommies boobies?" Her words were babyish and cartoony. Katy's lips were pouting and she resembled the stereotypical molly-coddling mother.

 

[lovingfingers]

He had come close to climaxing without contact when she bared her breasts and thrust them out at him. He had gasped and groaned, his body convulsing with lust for his mother.

He almost cried though when she covered them again. She had no idea as how much he wanted her and how this teasing was making his body and heart ache.

And it only worsened when she grabbed his cock, and began to stroke it with agonizing slowness. She teased him about like her "boobies," and he felt something snap inside him.

"Yesssss," he exhaled as his hands slid up her arms. When they reached her shoulders, he grasped the lapels of her robe and opened it again. The sight of her now naked body made his cock pulse and drip. He took her shoulders again and began to push her onto her back. He leaned forward, moving closer, as words broke from his lips, "Yessss.... Your breasts.. your body... I have wanted you... for years... fantasized about you.... watched you... jerked off a thousand times.... wanting you...."

She was on her back now on the couch and he was moving on top of her. His legs were between hers, spreading his mother's thighs wide. She still held his cock firmly. All he could think and feel was his want for her. He lowered himself further, gasping, "Mumm,.. please..."

 

[lovingfingers]

She looked at him, her eyes glittering in the dark, and released his cock. She put her arms above her head, in a gesture of surrender. Her lips were bent in a smirk as she taunted him, "such a bad, bad boy, wanting to fuck his mommy. Is that what you are going to do, force yourself... ughhhhh!"

Her words were cut short by the feel of her son's cock spearing into her. He groaned at the feel of her pussy around his cock. He had dreamt of this moment for years, and nothing compared to the reality. He pressed at the way into her, and watched her face grimace as the head of his cock hit her cervix.

He held himself there for a moment, fighting the urge to cum. And then he began to fuck her, slow, strong strokes, opening her, taking his mother. He knew he wouldn't last long. It was a losing battle. He had wanted her too long.

 

[lovingfingers]

The feel of her was incredible. A part of him realized that it was his first fuck without a condom, bare skin on bare skin, his cock feeling the raw heat and wetness of her pussy, his mom's pussy.

Her hands had been on his chest, weakly pressing against him, as though in token protest. He knew he was about to cum and began to pull out of her, "momm, not wearing a con.. dom... can't..."

But her hands slid to his hips and pulled him hard back into her, "You wouldn't do that. You wouldn't pump your hot young seed into your mother'f fertile pussy."

Her hands pushed and pulled his hips hard, as if he needed encouragement to fuck her. As she started pant, "no.. no son.... don't.. no..," he gasped and came hard. She pulled his hips down hard, forcing him deep, forcing his cum to bathe her womb.

 

[Twixle]

Katy gasped loud as her son's cum flooded her cunt. His long dick shot thick globs of sperm all over the walls of her velvet passage. He was noticeably bigger than his dad, she could feel it. her eyes were closed as a blurred state became her. Her head swam in alcohol and goosebumps rose all over her body. Her hairs stood on end and her wide hips rolled on her son's flexing cock. Deep nail marks were left in Ethan's ass cheeks once his mom's hands hand slid from them. His thrusts slowed and his head hung, overwhelmed with his orgasm. Cum still pumped out of his rock hard cock and it was seeping out between their organs, coating Katy's butt hole with a film of sticky fluids. Cum, sweat and Katy's own pussy juices whipped together into a foamy crème.

Her intoxicated mind wondered back to memories of the night she believed Ethan was conceived. It was her 19th birthday, Her and Keith had moved into their first house together a few months before. In the stress of the move she had been forgetting to take her pill and the condoms had been lost in a sea of boxes. It didn't matter to them, they were young and passionate. Keith railed her hard on their new sofa, bursting his balls and painting the insides of her pussy white, just as their son was doing 18 years later.

Katy's eyes opened with a bewildered smile, the kind of smile you get from a wasted friend that you find after they've wandered off, naive and sweetly amused with themselves. Ethan had stopped. His head was hung low and he panted heavily. His limp cock was thrust into her depths a final time, a goodbye kiss for her cervix, before he withdrew it and ended the incestuous act. To Ethan's surprise his mom's cunt made and audible squelch as hot cum bubbled forth from the open hole. 'That sort of shit only happens in porn...' was his post-coital thought.

Ethan pulled back and drank in the mess he'd made of his mother. She was limp and spread eagle, her arms above her head and hanging off the edge of the sofa. Cum drizzled out of her beaten pussy and stained the sofa in a thick pool. She had passed out drunk and her breasts moved in slow deliberated breaths.

 

[lovingfingers]

And god, what gorgeous big breasts! He had lusted after her swaying, full globes for years, and now they were his to the taking. He reached over and stroked them lightly. His mother didn't react. He had seen enough people drinking to know when someone had passed out. He really felt like he was in a porn movie. Gorgeous woman, passed out, naked.

His hands opened wide, but weren't big enough to grasp her jugs. He squeezed them, and felt a jolt all the way to his cock as his fingers sank into the soft flesh. "Ohhhh god mum," he breathed as he started to kneed them, pressing them together, squeezing them harder. His fingers grasped and pulled her nipples, nipples years earlier he had sucked daily.

On and on, for long delicious minutes, he petted, stroked, squeezed, pulled and fondled her tits, talking softly under his breath, "yes mommy, I do like your boobies. They make me hard, and that's what you want, don't you mommy? You want me hard. You want me inside you..."

He was a man obsessed. His mother was passed out, so technically this was rape. But she had drunk herself stupid. She had started this, teasing him. And he would give it to her...

His cock, newly hard, if still sticky from their previous fuck, was throbbing insistently. He whispered again, "What's that? Fuck you harder."

I positioned his cock at her drenched hole and thrust inside her, easily sinking deep in her relaxed snatch. He grit his teeth as he raised himself on his hands and began to fuck his mother.

 

[lovingfingers]

Having cum recently, he was more in control now, not in danger of spilling his load as he had an hour ago. He didn't know what tomorrow would bring, if this would ever happen again, so he was bound and determined to enjoy her as many times as he could.

He continued to fuck her slowly, her pussy feeling like hot butter against his cock, making squishy sounds as their juices leaked from her. He had cum in her. He had cum in his mother, and she had made him do it, pulling him into her, taunting him. She must be on the pill. She had to be. There was no way she would have let him, her son, cum inside her otherwise.

But God it had felt good! He would feel it again, soon, and again. He felt his mum stir beneath him, and started fucking her harder. "Yes Mum," he hissed, "You are mine and I will fuck you like you have never been fucked before."

 

[lovingfingers]

The sight of his mother's big tits swaying and wobbling with each thrust was one of the most erotic things he had ever seen. He found himself fucking her harder, just to see them rock further. He had seen pictures of his mother before she had been pregnant. She had been stacked them, but not nearly as much as she was a couple years after he had been born. What must she have been like when she was nursing?

He growled as he fucked her harder, imagining what it would be like to see her breasts swell with milk now. A real part of him wanted her not to be on the pill. He wanted...

 

[Twixle]

Katy spiralled in and out of consciousness as her body was rocked with Ethan's hard thrusts. She was intensely dizzy and couldn't focus her eyes in the dark. A fair amount of drunk amnesia had set in after her stupor and she believed she was fucking her husband again. The incestious events that had just transpired were committed to a wild dream that she had immediately forgotten. With intoxicated gayety she threw her head back over the arm of the couch and tumbled her numbed body into the energetic thrusts of the man hungrily ravaging her. She felt her large breasts bounce and slap softly together as she was jerked about the sofa. Katy's attractive body resonated with the impact of the thick cock in her vagina mixing with the pleasant disassociation too much alcohol gives someone. She writhed in ecstacy for the third time that night.

"Yesss!" She hissed as she beamed, eyes closed, form ear to ear. Her head dangled upside down over the side rest of the sofa along with her arms. Her eyelids fluttered open and she glanced into the dark garden, it was peaceful and quiet in the early hours of the morning and she remembered she was in her own house. This orientation gave Katy further reassurance and she exclaimed a loud shriek of delight as her lover sucked intensely at her sharp nipples. He moaned what she thought was her name and she giggled and belched a small cloud of wine scented gas into the atmosphere. It was a few seconds before her handicapped mind accurately interpreted what she'd heard. She'd actually been called 'mom'.

It hadn't registered at first because it'd become her adopted name now she'd had kids but Keith hadn't called her that during sex since she was pregnant with Ethan. They were still young then and were a little more sexually adventurous, referring to each other as their respective parent-to-be titles as they bumped uglies late into the night. As Katy watched the broad figure of her lover in the reflection of the glass (too drunk to notice that he was too young and fit to be her husband) she was taken back to those passionate nights and her labido spiked instantaneously.

She gripped his shoulders and hauled herself up of the end of the couch. Her legs hooked in and closed round his waist. She was already grinding her seed drenched pussy against his hips and whispering "Fuck me daddy!" before she was inches away from the sweat drenched face of her own son.

 

[lovingfingers]

The heat continued to build between them. He had enjoyed the wicked thrill of fucking his mother while she lay unconscious, but she was so much hotter when she was awake and it heat. She was laying on the couch, her back arched, her head hanging over the arm, her breasts blatantly offered to him. She was his for the taking.

Arched his back and bent his head to her jugs, fastening his lips on a nipple and sucking for dear life as his hips continued to pump, ramming his cock into her cunt. He felt her hands on his shoulders, pulling herself more onto the couch. Her legs wrapped around his waist, forcing his cock deep in her. And then she whispered, "Fuck me daddy."

The taboo nature of their union came to the fore, as she opened her eyes and looked him in the face. He felt his climax rising as he saw recognition in her face. He panted, "I will. I will make you a mommy again."

He slammed into her, jarring her body, as his cock exploded again. Her legs around him kept his cock deep in her, bathing her womb with his fertile cum. "Mommmm," he gasped.

 

[Twixle]

Katy was helpless to stop him. Her body had frozen up but the force of his final thrust had pinned her to the sofa anyway. She sensed his clock burst, sowing youthful cum all over the fertile, well ploughed soil of her inner most sanctum. As he climaxed he gasped her title and locked eyes with his mother. She was his protector from birth and a provider of unconditional love. This was an intense carnal manifestation of that love. The thick wades of sperm shot forth from the business end of her sons cock like a shotgun and it pushed hard up against her cervix. This second load filled her to capacity before even half of it had been discharged from deep within Ethans balls. It seeped from the tight seem around the base of his swollen clock and the mouth of her stuffed vagina. Like a new coat of paint, the sloppy substance refreshed sticky areas where his first load of cum had been plunged from her cunt during the onslaught, splashed up her inner thighs and in between her ass cheeks. The rank fluid smothered her balloon knot, canalled down her crack and dripped in thick globs onto the red fabric of the sofa, staining it with evidence of their crime.

Ethen's softening cock slowly began to stop pissing cum. His face relaxed out of its contorted form and faded into that of a heroin addict after receiving his fix. He placed a passionate kiss, salty with sweat, on his mom's lips and slumped gradually back onto the sofa. Katy didn't reciprocate his kiss. Her mouth was open a little and her eyes still stared at the spot where she'd realised what she was doing. Her lips were dry from panting. When Ethan had pulled his cock from her guts her pussy had emitted a satisfying and moist squelch as it had done the first time. A huge amount of cum bottomed out of her after he'd broken the seal, which was now pooling on top of the wide dark stain in the saturated material of the cushion, a mixture of both mother and sons ejaculate.

Katy's complexion had become ghostly pale. Her insides had been churned up profusely and the wine in her stomach wasn't settling right. She felt a sore numbness from her demolished pussy as her labia began to swell. Her fractured, heavily inebriated mind could only conjure up one thought; how dramatic it is that her son returned to the place that gave him life to destroy it with his own life giving apparatus. Cum began to bubble forth as her vagina farted.

She tried to stand up off the sofa but became light headed and fell onto her hands and knees. Her head was spinning. Ethan watched her from the sofa, the moonlight illuminating her back end as viscous fluid escaped.

 

[lovingfingers]

"Mom?" Ethan asked, "are you ok?"

He quickly got off the couch and helped her up. As she swayed, he realized just how drunk she was. "Lets get you to the bathroom."

His arm around her, he guided his mother to the bathroom. She stopped him at the door and gave him a drunken kiss, then went inside, closing the door. Ethan returned to the sunroom and turned on a small light. He immediately saw the huge wet spots on the couch and carpet, evidence of his incestuous crime.

He took the wine to the kitchen and returned with wet clothes to clean up. As he washed away the cum stains, he felt hugely guilty. He had taken advantage of his own drunk mother. He had all but raped her. What the fuck had he been thinking?

He heard feet shuffling and got up to find mum stumbling towards him. He saw her naked body in the light and felt his ardor rising again. He stopped himself, guiding her to the couch. She went willingly and alllowed him to lie herdown and cover her with a throw. "Get some rest mom," he said, kissing her forehead. She became quiet and he crept back upstairs, his mind conflicted and aroused.

 

[Twixle]

Katy slept deeply for the rest of the night after Ethan had laid her down.

She woke to unbearable, blinding light all around her the following morning. The sunroom lived up to its name and was often flooded with yellow rays, amplified by the thick glass that held in warmth. The room felt like a greenhouse and Katy's naked body was wet with sweat under her sheet. The tips of her hair clung damply to her sticky neck. A loud pounding echoed in her brain every second she was awake, dehydration creating a monumental hang over from all the wine she had drunk the night before. Anybody observing her without context would assume she was deathly ill. Her face was red and blotchy from the wreching she had done after Ethan had taken her to the bathroom. He mind was beginning to register a dull throbbing pain between her legs, mirroring that in her head, when she heard the clatter of car keys from the other room.

Keith passed the door and looked in. "Oh, you're awake." He was surprised and in a rush, about to leave for work. The meant it was close to 11am. He came in tentatively, unaware if she was still mad from their fight the night before. She gave him a pained smile. Her throat was dry and she didn't really know what to tell him. Her whole situation was a little embarrassing. "Would you like some water and painkillers?" He asked, a motherly and comforting simplicity to the tone of his voice. She nodded and he left the room, returning shortly with a tall glass and two tablets that she swallowed. He watched her for a moment then asked her, a little apprehensively; "Do you want to talk about last night?"

If she was aware of her debauchery with Ethan at that point there would of been no hiding her guilt. Katy was awful at keeping secrets but for the moment, thankfully, she hadn't remembered her sins. She did have a vague recollection of her fight with Keith but it seemed inconsequential to her in her present state. She tried her best to smile warmly, showing him she wasn't angry and shaking her head softly from side to side. "Ok." He seemed relieved and reciprocated her smile. "I'm late, I've gotta go." He bent down to kiss her on the fore head then went to leave the room.

She closed her eyes and felt the throbbing drone of her head pass through her entire body for a while. The distant flush of a toilet told her that Ethan was upstairs and she opened her eyes. Moving very gently under her sheet, Katy ventured a hand down to probe the tender flesh of her vagina. It felt swollen and raw. Her mind wandered back to collage where she'd woken up a few times on couches and in classmates rooms, feeling similar in both her mind and her spent pussy. However, now she would pride herself on being a lot more reserved than in her teenage years but that wild animal still lingered in her somewhere.

Her labia were damp, probably with sweat, but she fished a finger up inside herself in curiosity. Her vagina was warm and swampy. There was moisture and an unusual sticky substance thickly coated the walls. She wasn't due for her period for a week and a half. Bringing her glistening finger to her nose revealed the scent of cum, along with sweat and her own sweet smells. The odour brought the entire night flooding back instantaneously.

Her face drained of color and she stared a thousand yards in horror as she remembered being fucked, absolutely relentlessly and more that once, by her own son in the early hours of that morning.

 

[lovingfingers]

Ethan's dreams had been vivid and feverish, featuring his mother in many sordid contexts. When he finally woke from particularly steamy vision, he found himself hard and sweating. It was late. He had been woken by the garage door opening, and the sounds of his father's car.

Good. He really didn't think he could face his father this morning. He had just banged his wife, his own mother. And, wanted to do it again.

But did she? She had been drunk off her ass.

He didn't know what to expect. He got up and put on a robe. He took a few minutes in the bathroom, brushing his teeth and generally freshening up. Padding downstairs, he listened and heard the coffee maker. He walked slowly into the kitchen, and saw his mother facing the window, her robe clinging to her body. The memory of the night before came back in a rush and his cock started to swell.

"Good morning," he said softly.

 

[Twixle]

Katy was daydreaming, searing with guilt, when Ethan came in and startled her. Although he had only spoken quietly, his sudden presence sent a bolt of lightening through Katy's body and she dropped her empty mug into the sink. The mug didn't shatter, but it made an almighty crash as it clattered around the metallic bowl. The sound lingered in the air as a high pitched ringing for too long. She turned to face him and noticed that he wore the same robe as had done last night, just like she did. Their clothes were saturated with the musk of sex. She had an urge to remove hers and go shower. Her mind flashed darkened images of his robe falling by his sides as he sat with her the night before. His long cock had stood proud and smelt good, she had gripped hold of it. The next memory had the robe in a bunch on the floor. Sight of it was obscured by Ethan's tense body as it writhed against hers.

She swallowed dryly.

"Hello." Tears were already streaming down her face. She brought a hand to her mouth to stifle her sobbing and rushed from the kitchen. Katy retreated to her room and Ethan didn't follow her. She flung herself down on the bed and devolved into chronic shame and dispair, crying uncontrollably as she balled herself up in the well made sheets. After half a hour her pillow was damp with tears and spit as emotions shut her body down. She rolled onto her side and tumbled into a deep sleep, mentally exhausted.

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Hours rolled by and she awoke for the second time that day. Her naked body was for the heavens to admire through her open robe, uncovered by the sheets. Dim orange light streamed in through a crack in the curtains and dust danced in the beam. The ray of afternoon sunlight cut diagonally across her flesh illuminating her thigh, then her belly button and a breast. The moisture in the pits of her body was hot and smelt sour. Katy moved her head and felt as if thick cotton occupied her skull and mouth. Her headache had subsided and her stomach had settled, replaced with a post nap haze. She rose from the bed bare, leaving her robe like the chalk outline of her corpse.

In the bathroom, running water refreshed her. She showered in a cold stream and felt her skin buzz in discomfort. Now her eyes were wide and after a few minutes her body, riddled with goosebumps, began to shiver. She found a towel and rubbed herself dry then continued until her jaw stopped wobbling. Her wet hair made the white collar and shoulders of a suit shirt, Keith's suit shirt, damp after she had buttoned it up. She pulled black leggings over her hips and glimpsed at how they hugged her bare ass in the mirror. She pulled the back of the shirt down low and hoped it would cover her. Katy didn't want to confront Ethan but the room was choking her. Keith wouldn't be back until late evening and she had to drink something.

She left her room and ventured cautiously downstairs, her bare feet silent on the cream carpet.

 

[lovingfingers]

Ethan's heard had nearly broken when his mom started to cry and ran from the kitchen. He took a step to follow her, then stopped. She didn't want to be near him. What had he done? He had all but raped his drunken mother last night. What was he expecting this morning? A good morning kiss and hello darling?

Stupid, stupid, stupid... He sat down at the kitchen table and sulked for a while, trying not to hear his mother's crying. Eventually, she quieted and then the house was silent. He guessed she had fallen asleep again. He didn't want to wake her, so set about quietly making himself breakfast. All that incestuous fucking had given him an appetite.

As he finished and cleaned up the dishes quietly, he wondered if his mum was ok. It couldn't hurt to check on her. He crept upstairs and down the hall to his parents' bedroom. The door was not completely closed, so he peaked in through the crack. He could just see his mother's bare leg on the bed. He whispered, "mom?"

Nothing. He pushed the door open and walked in slowly. She seemed to be soundly asleep on her side, her robe akimbo, giving him a view of one of her breasts. He stared at her relaxed nipple and ached to suck it. He whispered "mom" again. Seeing no response, he set his hand on her shoulder and eased her onto her back. Her robe falling open exposed her damp pussy and matted pubic hair. He felt his cock hardening as he reached forward to pull her robe completely open. He wanted her, and he wanted her bad, but.. he couldn't just rape her, again.

His hand went to his robe, parting it, taking his cock. He began to stroke himself as he stared at her body, remembering the pleasure he had taken with her last night. He was trembling, both tense about the possibility of being caught and the eroticism of jerking off while ogling his naked mother. He held his breath as he started to cum, a few thick ropes of white semen arching over onto her hair. His eyes were wide, with what he had done. As soon as his climax subsided, he all but ran from the room, his heart pounding.

He waited in his room for some time, expecting her wrath. But nothing came, so eventually he ventured out and peaked in to see her sleep still, unmoved. He breathed a sigh of relief and returned to his room. He dressed and went downstairs, so he wouldn't be tempted again. He killed time and then more time.

When he heard the shower upstairs, he hoped tensely for the best. He had made himself an afternoon coffee and was sipping it when he saw his mom enter the kitchen, one of his father's shirts clinging to her body and black leggings tight to her legs. She stopped when she saw him, and started to back up. He jumped up and ran over to her, wrapping his arms around her, "Mom, I am so sorry. It will be ok. I didn't mean... I love you. Please, please, it will be ok."

 

[Twixle]

Katy stood awkwardly frozen with her hands by her sides and her shoulders tensed as Ethan embraced her tightly, speaking the soft, soothing words he seemed to think she wanted to hear. 'At least he's remorseful.' she thought with a half sigh of relief. One of the biggest fears she harboured was that she'd encouraged some deep seeded, Oedipal lust inside her son, but this was suggesting a level of shame and regret he felt toward what he'd done to her... or really, what they had done to each other. Katy couldn't help but feel sickly butterflies in her stomach every time she recalled the advances she'd made on him. It was almost as if she wished he'd flat out raped her. It was a sick thought, she knew that, but it would make the whole situation a lot simpler and easier to deal with. He'd taken advantage of her drunken state, that was certain, but at no point did she ever act as if she wasn't fully committed to and enjoying every last piece of what he was giving her.

Katy also felt like she was projecting emotions onto him that he might not actually feel. Sure, he acted sorry, but what if he was faking it? Or perhaps he felt bad for hurting her but the remorse stopped there? The emotional fallout was a disaster but the pleasure from the act itself still remained. This seemed like the most reasonable explanation and she felt a twinge of empathy towards it. There were some strong feelings inside him, but wether the sexual ones were overpowering the relational ones remained to be seen. Last night was evidence for the former and Katy remained cautious.

Ethan had to withdraw from the hug eventually. It was a little sooner than he'd have liked but his mom's rigidness was a hint at her discomfort. She looked him in the eye and he held his gaze, both deathly serious. Then Katy shrank in status. Her gaze dropped to the floor and her cheeks were tinted with embarrassment and shame, like Ethan's would when she'd lecture him as a child. Her maternal prescience in the house was fading. She didn't know if she had the strength of character to hold her own against the two men she lived with now that one had become a love affair foremost and a son second.

"I know." It was all she could muster in a mousy voice. With courage she brought her eyes to his again. "I love you too."

The cotton feel in her mouth was ever present so she made for the sink to fill an unwashed glass with water. The cool fluid went down easy, rehydrating her corse throat in the process. She refilled the glass whilst wallowing in the tense, overtly awkward atmosphere in the room. Ethan's faint reflection could be seen by her in the kitchen window in front. The sun had set and the sky was turning darker shades of orange by the minute. He must of been able to feel the conflict on his skin as she could because he left the room without another word.

Katy was alone now hanging her head. What truly devastated her was the memories of how it felt, how good he felt inside her. It was like all those college experiences had been, but enhanced with something more. The forbidden nature was what she craved and she hated herself for it.