H Tales Of A Reincarnated Elf

by Stayrr

I was a good looking prince when I was reborn, and because I could do indecent things as much as I like, I decided to make a harem while traveling with a beautiful female elf Formerly an otaku, the hero who was just reincarnated became a handsome elf prince of another world. In his previous life he was just a plain-faced man, so in this world he uses his high position as a prin

132. Different Sex Story (471-478)

Different Sex Story Chapter 477 - Boat Ride with Mom

471 A Naked Submissive Mother

My mother works as a Front Office manager at a luxury hotel. During my summer vacation from college, I got a part-time job at the same hotel. This meant that I had exclusive access to places where my mom worked.

One day, I saw my mother and her boss walking towards the conference room. They were a short distance away from me. It all seemed so normal, except for the fact that the boss ran her fingers through mom's hair.

For some important context, the boss is a gorgeous Hispanic woman in her 50's. Her name is Alejandra. She beams with confidence, she's a natural leader, and she has a statuesque figure which compliments her stern face.

By contrast, my mother is demure and proper in every way. She's equally as desirable, but she has a delicate softness about her.

It was jarring to see Alejandra rubbing mom's hair as they walked together. Especially since Alejandra was a tall woman, and my mother is so petite. No matter what my personal feelings were, to an average person, this would look sexual. It quickly sunk in, that whatever this was, it certainly wasn't business.

Before they turned to head down the hall, I saw Alejandra plant a big kiss on my mother's forehead in the most dominating way.

I was stunned. I had to find out.

Thoughts swirled through my mind as I followed them. How could mom do this to our family? How could she risk everything for sex with her female boss? It was particularly surprising because I had always regarded my mother as being a very conservative, family oriented person. She always kept her body covered, even on hot days. She always greeted people with a warm smile and always taught me to do the right thing. Now here she was...

This area of the hotel was for employees only. No one else was there. And the conference room was mostly private, but there were small openings from glass windows where someone could peek inside.

I walked slowly, hoping this was all a crazy misunderstanding. When I spied on them through the small glass, my worst fear came true-- I saw Alejandra naked from behind as she was taking her clothes off. The boss was completely nude facing the other direction. And she appeared to strap something to her crotch.

My mother wasn't in sight for a moment, until she stepped before the boss while also completely naked. This was the first time I had ever seen my mother naked before. She was so gorgeous. Her body was mouth watering and the boss eyed her up and down.

If that wasn't shocking enough, Alejandra turned and I saw that she was wearing a strap-on dildo. That thing must have easily been about 7 or 8 inches, compared to my petite 5'3 mother.

As if on cue, my mother turned around and laid her bare breasts on the conference table. She spread her legs, with her bare feet pressed on the floor. Alejandra said a few words in mom's ear, before guiding the tip of the strap-on to mom's pussy.

It took a few seconds for Alejandra to get the tip inside before she could begin to penetrate my mother. I could see mom letting out a gasp each time there was a thrust. Alejandra gripped mom's waist and then really went to work.

The contrast was amazing, with Alejandra's luscious body and brown skin, compared to mom's softer physique and thin white figure. The look on their faces also showed their contrast, with Alejandra grinning, and mom's face grimacing.

I was amazed by how far that strap-on could be rammed so far deep inside my mother's slender body. I could see mom clenching her jaw from the pain and squeezed her eyes shut, causing all the lines on her face to show, making her look older than she was.

I could barely watch. Yet at the same time, I found myself becoming incredibly aroused as well. The taboo was amazing of seeing my mother in an intense sexual setting with another woman.

When it was done, Alejandra pulled out, with the strap-on becoming drenched in clear fluids from my mother's pussy. The boss used a tissue to wipe the strap-on, and she handed a few extra tissues for my mother to wipe herself. When my mother finally came to her senses, she stood up and used the tissue to wipe her pussy.

I had to sneak away. If I was caught, things would have been even worse.

The next day.

After spending the last 24 hours becoming obsessed over my mother's deeply sexual side, I knew I had to do something, but I couldn't ask mom about it either. I couldn't let this, whatever this was, destroy our family. The best thing I could do was ask mom's boss directly.

Alejandra let me enter her office as soon as I knocked on the door.

"Hey there," she said in a friendly manner. "How are you?"

"Fine. Well, mostly fine."

"Oh? Is something on your mind? What can I do for you? Any issues with the job?"

"I'll get straight to the point," I said nervously. "It's about... my mother."

Alejandra suddenly looked concerned. "Is everything okay? What's wrong?"

I cleared my throat and took a deep breath. "Nothing's wrong, well, it's complicated. What I mean to say is, I saw you and my mother yesterday."

She looked confused. "Yes, we work closely together. Your mother is very important when it comes to running this hotel."

"I mean... ummm... I saw you two in the conference room. I saw you rubbing her hair, then I saw what you two did inside."

I fully expected Alejandra to at least be ashamed or horrified that they were caught. Instead, she maintained her straight face and stern demeanor.

"Your mother and I have a special arrangement," she said plainly.

Her reaction was stunning. Apparently this was all so normal to her.

"That's it?" I asked. "That's all you have to say?"

"That's right. Your mother has a home life at home, where it belongs. And she has a life at work, which is beneath me."

I was even more shocked. "I can report you for this."

"Go ahead. The people who own this hotel know how things work. Besides, your mother and I have a very special understanding."

"What do you mean?"

Alejandra smiled. "You see, I've worked closely with your mother for many, many years. I've figured her out. I know what she is and what she likes. It's time for you to learn. Your mother is my naked submissive slut. Face it."

Hearing those words coming from Alejandra's smiling face sent a smoldering sensation down my spine. It was incredibly erotic to hear, even though I should have hated it.

"I don't believe it," I blurted out, even though I did believe it.

"Believe whatever you want," she replied. "You saw it for herself. Could you hear her moaning and begging for more? Did you see how fucking wet she got?"

At this point I found myself transfixed on her every word. I was no longer angry, but curious and aroused. Hearing her describe that moment the way that she did sent a small shiver through my body.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked.

"Because I can. I crave it, and so does your mother. She loves my dominance, and I love her submission. We're a sexually compatible match."

A wave of emotions came over me from hearing this. I still couldn't believe my mom would ever do this.

I found myself still being curious about all of this and feeling the same intensely erotic feelings I had felt yesterday.

"How long has this been going on?" I asked

"A few years now. It's been escalating slowly and steadily."

"Oh..."

She grinned. "Why didn't you stop it when you had the chance? You enjoyed watching it, didn't you? You liked the sight of me fucking your naked mother. I bet you jerked off when you got home."

I didn't know how to reply because it was true and I couldn't deny it.

Alejandra continued, "So tell me, what exactly made you want to watch? Have you always had a thing for your mother? Or did you like seeing how I owned another woman?"

"Both I guess," I reluctantly admitted.

"I appreciate your honesty. Frankly, you're making me wet right now. I've always had a soft spot for the mom/son thing. You know, having you watch me again would be the icing on the cake."

"What do you mean?" I asked, wondering the point of all this.

Alejandra smiled. "I'll tell you what, I understand why you want me to end things with your mother. How about we work something out? If you watch me fuck her, I'll end things sooner with your mom."

"What?" I gulped. "How would that work."

"I run this hotel. I'll set something up so you can watch me own your mom. She'll never know. It'll be our secret. How about it? I'm getting drenched just thinking about it."

The idea of making this kind of a deal with my mom's boss was wrong- no doubt about it. But at the same time, I couldn't resist either. Especially from all the emotions I felt the day before. So I agreed to this proposal, which was sealed with a handshake.

The next morning.

Being alone with Alejandra in one of the higher-end hotel rooms felt like a betrayal towards my mother. Soon, I'd be watching them fuck. But as excited as it made me, I rationalized everything on the basis that it would be best for our family. The sooner this affair (or whatever it was) ended, the better it would be for all of us.

At around 10 am, Alejandra received a text from my mother, stating that she'd be there soon. I felt my heart pounding.

"Stay in here," Alejandra said, opening up a wooden closet.

"It's a closet."

"It's a special closet. This room is for swingers and cuckolds. The closet has a little peephole, so it's made for spying. The participants know, but in your mother's case, it's best if she doesn't."

"What are you going to do with her?"

"I'm going to fuck her, nice and hard for you to watch. That's why I asked her to meet me in the hotel room. The bed is nice. Usually I have your mother eat my pussy in the office, but that's another story."

I gulped. "Do you do this with a lot of women?"

"Yes."

"How long will this last?"

"Maybe half an hour," she said. "I'm a busy woman, and so is she."

"I'm sure."

"Step right in," she said, gesturing inside. "Enjoy it while you have this opportunity. I know I will."

I entered the closet and Alejandra closed the door. As expected, there was a small peephole which gave me a view of the bed. I waited there for about 5 minutes, until finally my mother arrived.

The sound of my mother's voice really made things sink in. Mom's voice saying 'good morning' to her dominant boss had become a turn-on.

"You look amazing," mom said to her boss. "I'm glad you chose this room. It's perfect for a hot fuck."

That was the very first time I had ever heard my mother using a curse word.

"Like I said, today will be special," Alejandra replied. "We'll definitely be having a lot of fun. Besides, the pounding I'll be giving you will be much too risky for the conference room or my office. We wouldn't want anyone finding out about this, would we?"

"No, we wouldn't," my mother said in her soft voice. "I love being your naked slut behind closed doors."

"That's what I wanted to hear. Now get undressed, right over there."

For the first time, I saw my mother in view. She walked over by the chair near the bed and she looked beautiful and elegant. I started becoming erect as she casually took off her jacket and pants while still facing away from me, and like a classy lady, she folded them neatly. Her blouse came next. Her body was terrific. I got excited seeing her large round ass and those beautiful thighs of hers again.

Then in one swift motion, she unsnapped her bra and slipped off her panties and placed them on top of her clothes. 'Incredible' was the only thing that came to mind as my mother was now completely in the nude.

Her ass looked pale compared to the rest of her body. And when she turned to face Alejandra, I saw mom's full front nudity. Her breasts and hips were voluptuous and she had a small patch of pubic hair. What I loved most was the sight of her large brown nipples. They looked succulent.

Alejandra walked towards my mother, also naked. "Very nice. It's a shame you have to work in a uniform. I'd prefer you naked all the time. Imagine that. Business would be amazing. I bet your husband loves these huge nipples of yours."

Bending down, Alejandra sucked on mom's nipple.

"Yes, he does enjoy them," mom replied in a low moan.

When Alejandra finished, she stood up and they looked each other in the eyes for a moment before sharing a kiss. It wasn't just a regular kiss on the lips either, it was a passionate kiss where their hands were all over each other's bodies. I could even hear their tongues slopping around. Mom's wedding ring was pressed all over her boss's naked body.

The kiss ended and they locked eyes again.

"Have a seat for a moment," Alejandra said. "I'm sure you're thirsty for my cunt."

"I've been dreaming about it all night."

I was amazed to hear mom talk like that. But watching my mother sit down and take Alejandra's pussy in her mouth was something else. Mom opened wide and took everything in. Her lips were stretched to their limit as she was taking in her boss's vagina. She closed her eyes while she did it. The suction of her mouth looked incredibly tight as her face seemed to cave in.

It was a surreal sight watching mom orally serve this Latina goddess. It was surreal watching her white face against her boss's brown skin. She looked like she was trying to do the best she could. She was clearly enjoying herself.

A few minutes later, Alejandra wrapped her fingers in mom's hair and pushed her back; a trail of fluids hung from mom's lips.

"Get on all fours," Alejandra said. "I'm going to fuck you."

Mom switched positions and got on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed. Her breasts hung down from that position. This time, she had a look of calmness on her face. Almost serene. She was ready for this.

That look of serenity didn't last long as Alejandra wore the strap-on and positioned herself behind my mother. The look on mom's face changed. Mom clenched her teeth and squeezed the blanket as Alejandra entered her body. They started fucking like they did last time. Hard and rough. The same dominating look on Alejandra's face, and the same look of agony on mom's.

Mom's breasts swaying back and forth. The sound alone of what they were doing could have brought me to an orgasm; the wet sound of them fucking, along with hearing my mom whimpering like a small puppy with that giant 'cock' in her.

Signs of perspiration appeared on each of their faces.

"Dirty fucking slut," Alejandra said. "You're my favorite kind of wife and mother."

Those words put a smile on mom's face. That was when Alejandra really started to fuck, with deeper and faster thrusts. It was to the point where my mother was doing everything she possibly could to keep herself from screaming as tears rolled down her face. To top it all off, her full breasts kept violently rocking back and forth from the fucking she had to endure.

It wasn't long until mom's body stiffened and her eyes rolled back. A steady stream of liquid started squirting as she bent her head back, squeezed her eyes shut, and let out a soft scream. Her cum was spraying out of her vagina as if she was urinating, and then her body suddenly went completely limp, burying her face in the pillow.

Mom collapsed, and Alejandra laid on top of her for a moment. Their sweaty bodies pressed together.

"That was the most I've ever squirted," mom said happily. "Incredible."

"Dirty sluts enjoy being treated like dirty sluts. After this you can go back to being a manager, then at home you'll be a housewife and mom."

"The way it should be," mom said, rolling over to kiss Alejandra on the lips.

"Now make me cum."

Alejandra removed the strap-on and tossed it to the side, letting my mother service her pussy. Mom went to work sucking on it like before, only this time with a ravenous thirst.

The boss's legs went stiff and her toes curled. Then she relaxed.

"Now you can get back to work," Alejandra said, satisfied.

Mom kissed her again, then she got up, naked, and walked towards the bathroom, not knowing that her son had just witnessed this entire event. I couldn't help but think how different mom looked compared to when she first came in. Her previously neat hair was now a mess, and her once elegant face now covered with smeared makeup and sweat. She had traces of cum all around her mouth and pubic hairs, as well as cum running down her legs.

Alejandra opened the closet door after mom left.

"You clearly enjoyed yourself," she said, while still completely naked.

I stepped out of the closet. "I did. I wasn't expecting any of that. The way she talked. The way she did everything. I'm shocked."

"A naked submissive like your mother is born with those traits."

"Yeah, I guess."

She grabbed mom's panties on the bed and tossed them at me.

"For you," she said. "Your mother always gives me her panties after we mess around. Keep that as a souvenir. When you get home, smell it. It'll help you cum when you jerk off."

Part 2 of 3: Mom's Perfect Panties

Mom got home around 4 pm. The first thing I thought when seeing her was how proper she looked again after what had happened. After settling down, she took a shower to unwind and get cleaned up again.

I closed the door in my room and laid on my bed. I thought of my sweet and caring mother being sexually ravaged by her sexy boss. I took mom's panties out of my pocket and started examining them for the first time. I smelled them, taking in its musty odor. Alejandra was right; mom's scent was an aphrodisiac.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Mom yelled from her room after the shower. "Sweetie! Can you get that for me! I'm expecting a package!"

I quickly shoved mom's panties underneath my pillow before running to get the door. As expected, it was a delivery mom was expecting.

"You were right!" I hollered so mom would hear me upstairs. "It's for you, it was the clothes you ordered!"

I went back upstairs towards mom's room, only she wasn't there. Looking on the other side, I saw mom in my room, sitting on my bed. She was wearing a white bathrobe.

More striking, she was holding the panties I had carelessly tried to hide under my pillow. Her lips were quivering as I approached.

"You were never very good at hiding your things," she said with her voice trembling.

"Mom...I'm so sorry..."

"Where did you get this? Where!?"

She was furious and I couldn't blame her.

"I'll start from the beginning," I sighed, knowing I had to open about everything so we'd understand each other. "I saw you and your boss going to the conference room the other day. I... I saw what happened inside. When I went to talk to Alejandra about it, she said a few things. And she said she'd end things with you sooner if I... you know... watched."

"And did you?" she asked with a hurt tone.

"I did. Only because I was thinking of dad and our family. I'm sorry. I thought it was the only way."

Mom pursed her lips and gulped. "Don't worry about your dad. He knows about all this."

Her tone had become somber and I was totally caught off guard. She sniffled and little and fought back a tear. But in the end, it looked like she felt relief. It was like she was glad to have this secret off her back.

"Dad knows?" I asked.

"He knows about my dark side. The side of me that's deeply submissive. The side that craves these things."

"He knows about Alejandra?"

"Yes, he enjoys the details. I love your father with all my heart, and he loves me the same way. But your father knows that he can't satisfy all of me. So, he lets me explore, with only two possible exceptions."

"What are they?" I asked.

"First, that the person is a woman. He doesn't want me fooling around with strange men. The second is... I can't even say it..."

"It's okay, you can tell me anything."

Mom took a deep breath. "The second exception is that the dominant person could be a family member, either male or female. That's the only way I can have another man's cock, if I'm related to him."

"What?" I gasped.

"You heard that correctly."

For what felt like forever, there was silence between us as we thought about what to do or say next. Neither of us had a clue. This was uncharted territory for any mom/son relationship.

A sudden look of guilt came over her. "You really enjoyed watching this whole thing, didn't you? Much more than you'll ever admit. That's probably why Alejandra invited you in the first place."

"Are you mad that I watched?"

She reached over and held my hand. "I understand why you did it. I appreciate your desire to keep our family together. But you should have asked me first, instead of my boss."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," she said. "This is my fault."

"Will you still be seeing her?"

"Honey, I have to. It's my addiction. You father understands this. I hope you will too. Alejandra knows exactly how to handle my needs and we see each other at work."

Something came to mind, that the only thing more convenient than having dom/sub sex at work, was having it at home. With me. But I shook off that crazy notion. I figured it would never happen.

"I understand."

"Promise you won't judge me for this?" she asked with puppy dog eyes. "I'm still your mother. I don't want anything to change between us. Even though I'm also a naked submissive."

Mom smiled and showed off her sense of humor over this. I was glad to see her lightening up and feeling like she could trust me.

"Only if you tell me what that thing felt like?" I asked playfully, then expecting a slap.

She laughed. "You mean that 8 inch strap-on?"

"Is that how big it is? Jesus."

She let out a sigh and rolled her eyes. "Well, if you must know, every second was excruciating. I felt that thing inside my stomach. But at the same time, I'll admit that it's also the reason I came so hard. I've never experienced anything close to that in my life... not that it's any of your business."

I took a deep breath after what I heard my own mother just say and suddenly I was becoming aroused again.

"You felt that thing in your stomach? Jeez... I didn't even realize that was possible."

She opened the lower part of her bathrobe and spread her legs open in my direction, revealing her hairy vagina with its gaping hole to me. Her vaginal opening was still clearly recovering from the hard fucking it had received earlier.

"Do you believe me now?" she asked, holding it wide. "You know, normally you shouldn't be able to see an opening this big from my vagina-- not even close. Alejandra really did a number on me. But a vagina is a magical thing. It'll go back to normal, eventually."

Without thinking, I reached over and put my hand on top of her vagina, feeling her pubic hairs across my hand, to which she abruptly slapped my hand and closed her robe.

"No touching," she said. "You've already seen more than any son ever should of his own mother."

Acting purely on impulse and my pent up frustrations, I got on my knees right between mom's legs and started rubbing her bare thighs with my hands, opening her bathrobe again in the process.

She asked again, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Remember what dad said about the exceptions? Why not with me?"

Mom gasped. "Are you serious?"

"Remember when I was young; whenever I would get a bruise you would always kiss it for me to make it feel better? Well now I want to return the favor."

With that, I used my hands to part her legs further, revealing her vagina directly in front of my face. I started planting kisses around her crotch and then on her large clitoris, feeling her pubic hairs on my face. I took a good look at it for a moment. Her pussy had long brown lips but was bright pink on the inside and it was still very wet.

That's when I did it; I stuck my tongue inside of her. I felt the wetness and soft flesh of her vagina all across my tongue. Her wetness was seeping inside of my mouth as I began to suck on her vagina, feeling the thick size of her labia and clitoris across my lips. I heard her moan, and the harder she moaned, the harder I sucked and swirled my tongue around.

This must have happened for a good 10 minutes as I became fully erect. Feeling her hands rubbing across my hair and feeling her body squirming only added to my wanting to please her. I loved doing it. And I loved that she loved it. I felt her legs begin to tense up as she laid her back onto my bed and squeezed my blanket tightly-- she was cumming.

A sudden rush of liquid from her vagina flowed into my mouth as she began to scream loudly. It was the same type of scream at the hotel, only louder.

I looked up to see her laying there in bliss. Her robe was almost completely open and I had a clear view of her right breast with its large brown nipple pointing up in the air. She suddenly sat up and closed the top of her robe. She looked confused as she sat there quietly, while I waited for her to say something.

"I need to go now," she said with a bewildered look on her face as she couldn't believe what had just happened between her and her son.

She stood up and closed her robe completely before leaving my room and headed back to hers.

Our family had dinner that night as if everything was ordinary. But it was our first dinner where I knew about the illicit secret between mom and dad.

I cleaned the dishes afterwards before heading back to my room to use my laptop, while my parents watched tv in the living room as usual.

Later, I heard a knock on my door. It was my mother asking if she could come in.

"Hi," she said, sitting on my bed in the same spot as earlier. "I wanted to talk about what happened. Look, I know we both enjoyed it, but it doesn't change the fact that it was wrong. Just because you know about my darker side, that shouldn't give you complete access to my body. But..."

Her voice trailed off and she never looked more conflicted.

"Yes?" I asked, trying to pry this out of her.

"I've spoken with your father about this. I told him everything."

"Really? When?"

"Not long ago. And he suggested, if you're interested, that you help me with my needs. Your father thinks it'll bring the best out of me."

I gulped. "How do you feel about that?"

"Torn. You made me cum today. That never should have happened. But it felt like heaven."

"I really enjoyed it too."

"We'll take small steps. Okay? We'll take things little by little. If it all works out, maybe I'd like the idea of being a naked submissive for you when we're at home. Do you like that idea?"

I leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Her mouth opened and we both used our tongues. Her mouth felt as soft and as warm as her vagina did, but what made this so different was feeling her tongue flicker across mine for a brief moment. She suddenly broke off the kiss and looked at me with her eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

"We'll continue this talk another time..." she said in a serious tone as she walked out of my room. "Please, don't mention this again. And don't talk to Alejandra anymore. I'll discuss things with you when I'm ready, okay?"

Part 3 of 3: Mom's Pussy Ass

A week later.

She came home around 3 pm, much earlier than usual. At that hour, it could only mean one thing.

"How was it?" I asked, greeting her at the door.

She blushed and her face nearly turned red. "I thought I said to never mention it again?"

"I couldn't resist."

"Neither could I, with my boss."

She clearly had sex with Alejandra again. Her hair was slightly messy and her make up looked like it was partially washed off recently. She also had a smirk on her blushing face when I asked.

"Your lipstick is kind of smeared," I pointed out suggestively.

"My mouth was busy."

"Is that all?"

"Come on, I'll show you a real mess."

Mom casually dropped her pants as she headed to the living room. She didn't have any panties on. They must have been given to Alejandra as the usual souvenir.

She sat on the couch and spread her legs wide. I got on my knees between mom's legs.

"You weren't kidding when you said it was messy," I told her, using my fingers to spread her labia.

"I'm waiting."

Her words were suggestive and I bent down to lick the dried squirt from her pubic hairs. She squirmed when I sucked her labia next. She tasted distinctive.

"I was a naked submissive again," mom said in a low moan. "This time it was in Alejandra's office. I was her naked secretary while she made phone calls and did other things. Then she made me get under her desk and eat her pussy while she had a meeting. The other person knew what was happening, but didn't see me. When the meeting ended, Alejandra fucked me while I was bent over her desk."

Mom's legs clenched and her body jerked. A small trickle of fluids came out of her pussy. She came again.

She rubbed my hair to stop me. "Thank you. You're very sweet."

After smiling at me, she got up and grabbed her pants, walking up the stairs towards her bedroom while naked from the waist down.

I went up the stairs a few moments later and mom's door was wide open. She was completely naked while she removed her earrings. She made no attempt to cover herself as I walked inside her room.

"It's rude to stare at me," she said, playfully putting her hands on her hips while completely naked. "What can I do for you?"

"Are you a naked submissive everytime you're undressed?"

"Yes."

"I'm throbbing."

Mom looked emotionally torn. "Sit down on my bed. I'll use my hand on you."

I got naked, throwing off my shorts and t-shirt and eagerly sat on my parents' bed, letting my mother see my penis for the first time. My mother stood there for a moment looking at my crotch.

She sat down next to me and quickly got to work wrapping her hand around my erection and began stroking it. It felt incredible being naked with my mom, feeling the soft grip of her fingers expertly sliding up and down my shaft for the first time. She showed little emotion on her face as she kept her eyes on my cock, jerking it.

"You're quite the young man," she said, focusing on her task.

"I am. Plus you're making me throb, the sight of you."

"Thank you."

My eyes shifted towards her massive brown nipples, which were just inches from my face. I reached over with one hand to caress each of her soft breasts before squeezing them with my fingers.

"You remind me of your father when he was younger," she said, while continuing to give me a handjob. "He couldn't get enough of my nipples before, now he hardly pays any attention to them. I know I'm going to regret telling you this, but the reason I let you eat my pussy was because your father used to love doing that. It brought back a lot of fond memories for me. You really do take after him."

She kept her eyes on my penis the entire time she shared this intimate details of her love life with dad. All I could do was lean over and give her a kiss on the mouth.

"I'm about to cum," I said.

She stroked me even faster and bent her head down to wrap her mouth around the tip of my cock. An intense feeling came over me, feeling her wet lips on my erection and I started shooting a massive load of cum inside my mother's mouth. She kept her lips wrapped tightly around me and sucked every time I spurted into her mouth, swallowing my cum.

I gently rubbed her neck while I watched her lick the tip of my penis for any remaining drop of cum left over for her.

"That was incredible, mom. Thanks for doing that for me."

"Alejandra trained me," she smiled, wiping the sides of her mouth as if she had just finished a meal. "I've always been a secret slut. But when I'm naked, it's very hard for me to resist any form of sexual gratification, giving or receiving."

I grabbed onto her body as she stood up and sucked one of her massive nipples. Her sagging breasts jiggled as I moved my head around with her nipple in my mouth, with my tongue slobbering all over it.

"I've been dying to do that," I said after spitting it out.

She kissed my forehead. "I like sharing with you." *

Friday

Mom came home early again, which meant that she played around with her boss. When I saw her in the living room, she walked with a distinct limp in her step.

"Are you okay?"

She smiled and grimaced at the same time. "I've been better."

"Did you have sex with her again? Or did you hurt yourself?"

I meant that as a joke.

"Alejandra put it in my ass," she said firmly. "We had sex in the conference room. She turned me around and pressed herself there. I let it happen. I didn't want to refuse. The strap-on was already drenched with my pussy fluids, so there was plenty of lubrication."

Mom started breathing a little harder, as if telling me of this taboo act was exciting for her. I could only imagine what they felt like for mom, with that long strap-on in mom's tiny hole. Was Alejandra rough like usual? I could only wonder.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"I squirted when she rubbed my pussy and fucked me there. I made her squirt too, afterwards. I'll be fine."

"Does it still hurt?"

"Kind of."

I placed my hand on my mother's shoulder in a small attempt to comfort her. Then almost without thinking, I began undoing her pants.

"I want to see it," I said.

She made no effort to resist as I pulled her pants down and turned her around. She bent over and held onto a nearby table and I was able to get a good look at her by spreading her cheeks. I was amazed by what I saw: her brown anus was glistening from mostly dried fluids. The insides of her most private area had just been ravished by her sexually dominant boss.

"Give it a kiss, please," mom said. "I know that'll make it feel better, just around the outside."

Mom's ass was incredibly soft and luscious. So was her anus. Everything about her bottom was feminine and tender. I gave her several kisses and licked the dried squirt, too.

She stopped me. "Your father texted me and said he'll be home early today. We should stop. Maybe later I'll... we'll see..."

Once again, when this ended, she went up the stairs, naked from the waist down.

Later that night I opened my bedroom door after hearing a knock. It was my mother. She wore her usual nightwear, and by the serious look on her face, I couldn't tell what she wanted. Dad was still downstairs watching tv.

"May I come in?" she asked quietly.

"Of course, what is it?" I replied, hoping we could play around.

She closed the door as she entered and said, "Your father is watching the news. I just wanted to thank you for how you handled the whole thing earlier. You were a real gentleman about it and really helped me get myself together. And I'm glad you didn't use that opportunity to take advantage of me while I was so vulnerable. So...thank you."

"You don't have to thank me. I'll always look out for you. Besides, with an ass like yours, I just had to look. You know you've got a great ass, right?"

She smiled when the mood lightened.

"Yes, but there's something else on my mind," she said with a wry smile on her face. "Compassion, understanding, and trust are all part of the foundation of a solid dom/sub relationship. I trust Alejandra with my submission. I'm starting to trust you with my submission, also."

My heart was beating faster.

She leaned forward and gave me a soft kiss on my cheek. Then she wrapped her arms behind my neck and started kissing me full on the mouth. It was the first time since we started doing this together that she initiated such a deep kiss. It was also the most effort she ever put in kissing me as she pressed her mouth and tongue hard against mine.

Mom stopped and we looked each other in the eyes for a moment.

"That was amazing," I said.

"There's something else you might like."

My eyes turned towards her body as she started unbuttoning her top. And it wasn't long before it was undone, revealing the middle part of her braless chest. She used both of her hands to open her top to reveal her bare breasts.

"These are yours, you've earned them," she said lustfully. "Anytime you want to play with my tits or suck on my thick nipples, you don't need to ask. Just take them out as you wish, but only in private. These are yours now."

It was the first time as well that she offered herself to me outside of our afternoon meetings when she would come home from being with her boss. And it certainly was an opportunity I didn't let go to waste as I bent down and began sucking on her large brown nipples. I used my hands to massage both of her breasts as I continued to suck, rolling each nipple around in my mouth, for both her pleasure and mine.

She briefly ran her hands across my hair and moaned before giving me a few pats on the back, signaling it was time for me to stop.

"I still owe you for this afternoon," she moaned. "Tell me what you want. My submissive side really wants to please you."

I breathed deep. "Be a good mother and suck my cock."

"I'm a great mother," she nodded. "Lay on the bed. Take off your shorts."

I pulled off my shorts and underwear in one brief motion. I laid on my bed, excited at what she had in store for me. She clearly wanted to take things further than we've ever gone before at this point.

She got on all fours on my bed and positioned herself right between my legs. I immediately noticed her soft breasts hang straight down from her chest. Her slightly sagging breasts and big nipples were my favorite parts of her body.

Then she did it; she stuck her tongue out and gave my cock a nice lick. She started off giving me small licks. Then she gradually increased the strokes of her tongue from the base of my cock to the tip of my head.

She held my hard dick upright, lifting it towards her mouth with her small fingers, and guided it between her lips. She really had to spread her jaw to fit it all inside. Her lips were stretched to their limit as she really tried to take as much as she could all at once. She moved her head back and forth, up and down, bobbing. It was slow at first, but she began picking up speed as she got more comfortable doing this for her son.

The vacuum-like suction of her mouth looked incredibly tight as her face caved around my cock. In fact, I could almost see the shape of my dick around mom's hollowed cheeks. What made the whole thing even more surreal is how we looked each other in the eyes while she increased her tight suction, which made her face look gaunt and hallowed.

It was a surreal sight and feeling, watching my mother service my dick in her mouth. She kept on bobbing her head at a much faster pace while maintaining that tight grip with her mouth.

After a few minutes of her sucking me off, she spit my cock out of her mouth and gave me a familiar handjob while she started sucking my balls. She went back and forth flickering her tongue across my balls and sucking on them.

"I'm about to cum," I warned my mom.

She kept stroking me with her hand while taking my penis back inside her mouth and continued sucking. It didn't take long for me to orgasm. And as usual, she consumed every single drop of cum I had, with her vacuum-like mouth and eager tongue. I knew my cum had hit the back of my mother's throat several times, but she was relentless and didn't even flinch.

After she finished what she came here to do, my mom got out of bed and began closing her top. I still laid in bed, relishing what she had just done for me. She smiled at me the entire time she buttoned up her top and gave me a playful slap on the leg.

"Oh snap out of it," she said jokingly. "You're acting like this is the first blowjob you've ever gotten in your life."

"Will you really be submissive for me?" I asked.

"We're getting there, I think. I never in my life thought I'd ever do anything sexual with you. This feels so wrong. But I thrive on the naughtiness of it. I'd be okay with sucking your dick more often. And obviously you own my tits now. We'll see how it all goes."

"I think we're going to fuck someday soon," I smiled.

She smiled back, "At this rate, who knows."

With that, she winked and left my room, going back to becoming the perfect housewife and mother once again.

Epilogue:

Saturday morning.

Dad went out to a sports game with friends and mom was at home preparing to cook.

Instead of her usual homewear, mom was completely naked. She looked really sexy as she played the model housewife and mother. Her hair was tied in a ponytail and she gathered her ingredients. Her voluptuous ass was on full display. Her nipples looked as delicious as ever. Overall, being naked made her feel at ease. It let her feel free of the demanding work schedule she had at her job.

I went behind my mother while she was chopping vegetables and gave her a great big hug, wrapping my arms around her waist and kissing her on the neck.

My mom had no reaction to me doing that as she kept her gaze a few houses down the street towards a couple as they got in their car.

"I wonder what the neighbors would think if they knew," mom wondered out loud as I fondled her nipples. "Sometimes I wonder what my friends and family would think if they knew about my deviant side, and everything I've done with you. I'm sure my family would disown me. And my friends, well, I'm sure they would pretend they didn't know me at all. I'd be the laughing stock at the workplace, assuming I'd still have a job."

I kissed her neck again. "That's part of the appeal, isn't it? Isn't that what makes a naked submissive so fun?"

She breathed a little harder. "Yes, you're right."

Mom's nipples turned stiff. I felt them. I felt her breasts become engorged as well.

"You're in good hands," I said.

She continued to gaze outside the window. "To tell you the truth, I love having my own son do this to me. To own me like this. It's powerful."

"You're such a slut."

She gently grabbed my wrist that was touching her and pushed it down to her pussy. I inserted my fingers inside her and felt her wetness. The combination of me touching her and her discussing these personal matters had aroused her.

"I'm your secret slut now," she said, turning her head to the side to give me a soft kiss on the lips. "Your submissive mother."

We kissed and she slipped her tongue in my mouth and we continued making out for a long moment, as I used my other hand to rub her clit and finger her soaking wet vagina. She broke the kiss as she released a sensual moan, courtesy of my fingers.

I then squeezed her large butt cheeks. "So how is your ass feeling? Any better?"

"A little bit. Why don't you be a good boy and check for your mother?"

I didn't need a further invitation as I got down on my knees. She rested both of her hands on the kitchen counter and spread her legs the best she could. I parted both of her cheeks wide open for my viewing pleasure; that is, before remembering the original purpose of all this.

I stared at her little brown anus for a few seconds. Her tiny hole looked much smaller than it had been yesterday after it had been mercilessly fucked by her domme of a boss. Regardless, I had a nice view up her rectum as I used my fingers to spread it open.

"It looks beautiful, mom. I mean... It looks a lot better than yesterday. But I'm sure you already knew that."

"Of course I did." She turned her head and looked at me with an innocent, yet sex filled look in her eyes. "Remember what you said when we first started doing this together, about kissing me where it hurts? Well...I'm still a little sore right now. Go ahead, do whatever you want."

I suddenly felt overwhelmed with lust as it was clear what my mother had just implied and what she wanted me to do. We were about to cross a line in the foreplay we shared that I never even thought would happen.

With my fingers still spreading her anus, I leaned forward and kissed the soft flesh of her rear before making my way to the outer rim of her anus. I gave it a long kiss, planting my lips on it before slowly sticking out my tongue to lick her. It was my first time doing this, and I would imagine it was the first time she was experiencing this kind of rimming as she trembled the moment my tongue touched her body's most intimate area. But her trembling only emboldened me to please her more as my tongue started circling her small hole, feeling each and every line she has down there.

I took the final plunge as I pushed my tongue deep through the small opening of her anus and inside her rectum. She let out an immediate yelp the moment I entered her tiny opening. I moved my tongue around her rectum, probing her, tasting her as far as the length of my tongue would allow. Each time my tongue would find a new place inside her, she would start to squirm. I even felt her legs start to shake as I held onto them.

"Do whatever you want to me," she whispered.

"I want to fuck your ass."

She whispered again. "Anything you want. When I'm naked, own me."

Fucking mom in the ass was easy. At least easier than it should have been. Her asshole was primed and ready from all the foreplay we had engaged in. She kept her feet apart and her ass pointed outwards. All I had to do was spread her cheeks as wide as I could, and enter slowly and delicately, giving her body time to adjust. Her screams and cries were different this time. Being fucked in the ass seemed to make her voice higher pitched.

I started going faster and faster, each time pulling back before giving a nice, slow thrust into her rectum once again. Mom's petite body could handle it all. Her body squirmed and shimmied. I could see the muscles in her back twitch. I watched her neck and she moved her head around. Slapping sounds filled the kitchen as I slammed into her butt cheeks. Yes, mom could handle every inch of this.

Mom's submissive side was on full display. Every so often she'd ask me to do it harder, to call her a slut mother, or she'd say that her asshole now belonged to her son. That her breasts and asshole were her son's property. It wasn't much longer until I needed to cum.

"Fill my asshole," she cried. "You can do as you please with me."

And so I did. I came in mom's ass, making her cry in joy and pain. She got off on the fact that her son did this to her. She loved being a submissive mother to someone who truly cared for her very submissive needs.

When it was done, mom was heaving over the vegetables on the cutting board. She managed to compose herself when I pulled my cock out of her ass. She was able to stand upright again.

"Your lunch will be ready in an hour," she said, trying her best to sound like a proper mother again, even though she was naked with a well-fucked asshole.

"Good. And when we eat, leave your clothes off. Dad won't be home yet, so I still want you like this."

She blushed, just as a trail of my thick white cum leaked from between her butt cheeks, down her curvy thighs. A smile formed on mom's lips.

472 Accidental Nympho Mom

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Jennifer sat on one side of the government laboratory -- with wires attached to face, chest, and fingers -- and the research experts sat on the other side.

"Tell me about your darkest fears," Dr. Ledgard said.

Jennifer took the time to gather her thoughts. "Seclusion. Haunted houses. Victorian style homes. Empty rooms. Empty spaces."

The researchers monitored the computers that instantaneously provided analysis from the wires hooked up to Jennifer. They quizzed her about the sources of these anxieties and she gave a quick rundown of all the things that have happened in her youth.

"Is that what inspired you to write horror novels?" Dr. Ledgard asked. "A way of confronting these fears, perhaps?"

Jennifer nodded. "It's a great way to make a living. And I get a real rush from facing these inner-struggles."

There was a playfulness in her tone. As a lover of science fiction, Jennifer was intrigued by how this all went down. Sure, she always did plenty of research for her books, but being part of a government project was a thrill.

"There's also something else," the doctor said, trying to be as professional as possible for this last point. "This hadn't been asked in any of your pre-screening interviews, because it didn't seem relevant at the time, but last night someone on the team discovered a potential flaw in the system."

"Sure, anything."

Dr. Ledgard gave a hard stare. "Don't feel embarrassed answering this question, but do you have any strong fetishes or deviances which could possibly compromise this experiment? Any impulses or compulsions?"

"I can assure you, I'm as plain as vanilla," Jennifer said bashfully.

And she was being truthful, too. Outwardly, she was a straight-laced, mostly conservative woman who was known for her impeccable manners and her willingness to organize all sorts of community activities where she lived.

There was, however, one secret fantasy she had. Something dark and taboo. Something she'd never, ever tell anyone for as long as she lived. Something that would ruin her if people knew what she occasionally liked to fantasize about.

Surely, her fascination with hardcore mother/son erotica wouldn't be an issue here. How could it? It was certainly no one's business but her own, so she decided to keep that to herself.

And even though her own son had agreed to help with this experiment, why would that be relevant? She had never fantasized about him before, no matter how desirable she thought he was. She was a good girl when it came to separating her rather kinky fantasies and her real life relationship with her own son.

"My apologies for that question," Dr. Ledgard said. "We can never be too careful. Part of scientific research is to anticipate all scenarios so we can avoid any disasters."

She smiled, "No offense taken. I trust that I'm in good hands."

"Then we'll begin."

Now her heart was pumping. This was safe, surely. The research team had amazing credentials, so she was positive that nothing bad would ever happen to her.

They prepared a small machine, which looked like a rectangular box with a radar attached to it. They brought it close to her, pointing the radar looking part towards her head, then they stepped back to get behind their monitors and computers.

She stared straight into the machine, wide-eyed and enthralled by this. Secretly, her mind reeled from all the sci-fi movies she had watched growing up. She even thought about how this experience could be used for future novels.

"Sit perfectly still," the doctor said. "Don't move a muscle."

As soon as Dr. Ledgard gave the signal, the machine was activated and it made a low, humming sound. Jennifer sat still as the device sent its frequency waves towards her head.

Dr. Ledgard talked in a soothing motion. "Think of your deepest fears. Think of your deepest fears. Think of your deepest fears."

Her mind drifted and she focused on the causes of her anxiety while the waves were aimed towards her.

Roughly a minute had passed before the doctor gave the order to turn it off. The rest of the team had their eyes locked onto the different monitors to examine whatever neurological changes were happening in Jennifer.

The wires were removed from Jennifer's body and she beamed when the doctor gave her a handshake. They both knew that this would be groundbreaking. But they just didn't realize how.

The rules of the experiment were simple:

- Jennifer was expected to live in a secluded home in the forest for 15 days. As a novelist, it was great for writing.

- Her son Zack was a college student and he agreed to stay there with his mom for a small fee. In exchange, he was also expected to provide assistance with the experiment by administering the frequency machine on her.

- The upstairs bedrooms had full privacy. But the downstairs rooms had an array of recording equipment so the doctors could visually monitor everything.

- Under no circumstance could she leave the premises. And she wasn't allowed to make physical contact with anyone either. Food and other necessities would be provided to her.

It was Day 3 of the experiment and already they felt like they were at home. The researchers were generous with their accommodations. The refrigerator and cabinets were filled with fresh food. There were plenty of supplies. And their safety was being monitored as well.

They went to the dining room that afternoon and Zack, doing his new duty, hooked up his mother to a set of wires and pointed the machine at her head.

"Here it comes," he said. "I'll try not to shock you."

She winked. "You better not."

The frequency waves were activated and Jennifer focused on the things which caused her fear. Per the instructions, she thought of it repeatedly.

When it was done, Zack switched the device off. Then he gave a thumbs up to the camera in the dining room, which had recorded this and was also being monitored live by the researchers.

"Nicely done," Jennifer said. "You know, this is some pretty good job experience for you. You're quite believable as a scientist."

He smiled, "Pushing buttons and hooking up wires is easy. It's getting the degrees and the research work that's hard."

"What's the matter? You don't think you can do it?"

"I still want to work in finances someday."

"Fair enough."

"How's your new book?" Zack asked while unhooking the wires from his mom's body.

Jennifer rubbed her skin as everything was unhooked. "Great. I actually did a ton of writing in my bedroom before I came down here to be shot with rays."

"Nice. Anything good?"

She gave a coy expression. "In my opinion, yeah. Surprise, surprise, but my latest is about a haunted house. Being part of this experiment is the best thing that's happened to me in a long time, inspirationally speaking."

"Nice," he nodded. "Speaking of which, this is your fourth time being radio-waved."

"Radio-waved? Did any of the researchers teach you that word?"

"Nope. I made that up. But how do you feel? Less anxiety?"

Jennifer thought for a moment. "My anxiety feels... I'd say... about the same so far. Honestly, if I were here by myself, I wouldn't be able to sleep. So I'm happy that you've agreed to stay here with me. I'm very grateful."

"Mom, they're paying me generously. Soon I'll be a rich man."

She laughed. "Then you can help me pay the bills when we get back home and return to our normal lives."

"Whoa, whoa, the cost of living is soaring. I'm not that rich."

With the session completed, they both gave a thumbs up to the camera indicating that everything ran smoothly.

Later that night. Jennifer was on her computer, typing away in her bedroom. She had customized her work-desk with her personal things; like framed family pictures, jewelry which had been passed down from her mother, along with her many religious items that she always kept by her bed.

While she worked, her son was in his separate bedroom. They had learned early on that the walls were thin and hollow, which meant that they could hear each other. They had joked about it and they both knew that they had to be mindful about their privacy.

In this old house, although Zack had the volume low while watching tv in his room, Jennifer was still able to faintly hear what he was watching. It wasn't a big deal though. In fact, she thought it was kind of amusing.

When she heard the sound of her son's bed creaking, she thought nothing of it. It was such a routine movement for anyone.

But something piqued her ears. The noise was ever-so-faint but it happened every few seconds. It was a rhythmic noise. She had an idea of what it was, but she didn't want to speculate.

As she tried to focus on her computer screen, lewd imagines and thoughts suddenly washed over her mind. She couldn't stop thinking about what was happening in the other room. This was most unusual.

It had gotten so bad that her latest novel was the furthest thing on her mind. She stood up. She needed a stretch. She had been sitting for so long. She gently paced her room, trying to rid herself of the noises she had heard and the thoughts that followed. She considered wearing earphones and listening to music.

But she heard the faint creak of the bed once again.

Zack was definitely masturbating next door in his bedroom!

For the first time in her life, Jennifer tiptoed to the wall and put her ear against it to spy. She felt all sorts of tingly sensations. Aroused? No way. She couldn't have been, could she? This wasn't some silly fantasy, this was real life.

As she felt her pussy clenching and her mind consumed with lustful thoughts, she quickly accepted the fact that she was wildly turned-on by her own son!

It's not like anyone would ever know, she thought. Her little secret, just like the rest of her naughty incest fantasies. She slipped her hand beneath her panties as her ear remained pressed against the wall. She fondled her pussy, even as the sound stopped. Had Zack finished already?

She heard the sounds of Zack getting out of bed and walking around. Was he cleaning up his cummy mess already?

Jennifer rubbed herself faster, thinking of Zack wiping away his cum and tossing it in the trash. Such a lewd thought. She fingered herself faster imagining what his now flaccid cock looked like. She imagined his cum, thick and white. She imagined what he looked like while stroking.

Dirty words and thoughts repeated themselves in her mind.

It became a mantra as she rubbed herself: "Don't you want to lick his cum? Don't you want to eat it? Be a perfect suburban mother for him... a cum slut... his cum whore of a mom... his cocksucker..."

The same words as all those dirty online erotica stories she's been obsessed over.

When it was Jennifer's turn to orgasm, she was surprised that it was the best orgasm she had felt in such a long time. She moaned so loud she was almost afraid Zack would hear it.

Most surprising of all, her orgasm was as good as sex. She pulled her hand out of her panties. Her fingers were drenched and her hands were trembling.

All of this, over her son?!

The next morning. Zack was in the shower and Jennifer used that opportunity to make a Skype video call with Dr. Ledgard. They had already been in contact over text message that morning.

When their cams connected on the computer, it was their first time seeing each other in days. They made some small talk to start things off. Then it was down to business.

"I'm calling you for a strange reason," Jennifer said with some hesitation. "It's probably not a reason you were ever expecting."

Dr. Ledgard turned serious. "I'm listening. You can tell me anything."

"It'll be quick. Zack's in the shower right now and it's better if he doesn't hear this. I don't want him to know."

"Duly noted."

"But it does relate to him," she said. "The walls are thin and hollow. I heard him faintly last night. He was... pleasuring himself."

Dr. Ledgard gave a nod. "Perfectly normal for a male his age."

"Exactly. He's in the prime of his youth, he's athletic, you get the idea."

"What was the surprise then, if I may ask," Dr. Ledgard questioned.

"I listened. I tried to ignore it. Then my heart raced. It pounded. I had to get up and put my ear against the wall. It felt like a roller coaster, where I felt the anticipation of the ride climbing, then as I listened, it all came down. It was the most intense feeling I've had in years."

Dr. Ledgard stared hard at the screen. "Go on."

"I masturbated. That's what I wanted to say."

"To the sounds of your son pleasuring himself?"

"Yes," she replied.

"This will remain between us, but have you ever fantasized about him before this? Have you ever heard him before, or seen him by accident in a sexual situation? Are these feelings different? Are they new?"

Jennifer cleared her throat. "This is totally new, believe me. I never would have thought that I'd masturbate over him, not in a million years. My mind felt totally consumed, like a compulsion or an addiction. It was the most bizarre thing."

There was a long pause as Dr. Ledgard's eyebrows were arched. The doctor was truly stumped and was in a state of deep thought.

"I'll look into it immediately," Dr. Ledgard said.

"Do you think it's the frequency waves?"

He paused. "Most likely."

"Do you think this could get dangerous?"

"No. The frequency waves are quite safe. As soon as we make the proper re-calculations in the lab, I will send Zack new instructions on how to change the frequencies. Until then, I would like everything to continue as planned."

"I can do that," she replied. "But I hope you can fix it quickly."

"We'll send the updates as fast as we can. Please be patient with us. I can only imagine how awkward those feelings must have been for you."

"You have no idea."

The video call ended soon after and Jennifer wondered how much more of this she could actually take.

By the time they next used the machine, the research team had already sent new instructions to Zack, who was easily able to make the adjustments to the frequency waves.

"I wonder what's going on," Zack said, putting the final touches on the newly updated signals. "I never expected to be this technical with the machine."

Jennifer played coy. "They didn't explain the problem?"

"No. They just said to put these new numbers in. Maybe the machine hadn't been working."

She gave a short grin. "Oh trust me, it's definitely been working."

"Really? What have you been feeling recently?"

"Good, about a lot of things," she replied cryptically. "I've already told Dr. Ledgard about it, which must be why these new signals have been sent. It could be time to mix things up a little."

He double checked the new numbers and everything seemed good to go. All the wires were already hooked to Jennifer's body.

"Ready, mom?"

"Ready."

"And remember, if you get electrocuted or things go haywire, you can blame the research team."

She playfully shrugged. "It's too bad we already signed a bunch of legal waivers, because I might burst into flames."

Zack activated the machine and it made its usual humming sound, along with a few signal bleeps in between.

It worked just like it normally did. Jennifer sat there like usual. Only this time, as a mother, she prayed that she would never have to make herself cum thinking about her own son ever again (although that orgasm she felt was one for the record books).

The machine made a beeping noise like a microwave.

"All done," he said, switching it off. "Congratulations, you survived my handiwork. I'm glad I didn't screw anything up."

"Does this mean you can finally take these wires off me?"

"It's your reward."

Zack removed the wires attached to her body and they both stood up. By now, using this machine had become normal for them.

"Want some pudding later?" he asked randomly. "I saw a package in the cupboard. Or would you rather..."

There was a strong gust of wind in the forest and it caused a large tree branch to come crashing down outside of their temporary home. It was loud, but at a safe distance.

Jennifer's face suddenly turned white as a ghost. It was FEAR like she had never felt in her entire life. A crippling fear. She stood frozen with wide-eyes and a dropped jaw.

"Mom?"

"Oh my god," she gasped, still frozen. "Hold me."

Zack rushed to her and held her tight. "What's wrong?"

"The machine... I ... I... I've never felt like this before. Hold me tighter."

With Zack's arms wrapped fully around her, and her face buried in his chest, Jennifer's emotions suddenly did a complete turn.

Those feelings, the ones she tried to put behind her, had all returned. Only this time, it was far more extreme. She immediately knew that Dr. Ledgard's re-calibration of the machine had accidentally turned her into some kind of nympho.

Her pussy was suddenly turning wet and she couldn't think straight. All she wanted to do was... she couldn't stand to even think about it.

"Can I tell you something?" she asked hesitantly, fighting her own urges.

"Of course, anything."

"I came, thinking about you."

"What do you mean?" he asked, trying to console her.

She looked up at him. "I played with my pussy. I did it when I heard you masturbating last night."

The look on Zack's face was unforgettable. She could see how shocked he was, not only by the admission of such a dirty thing, but also her dirty language. She had never used that kind of language around him before.

Seeing his reaction only made her wetter.

"You did?" he asked.

"Are you mad?"

"I don't know."

"I'm serious, Zack."

He suddenly gave a slow smile. "This is a joke, isn't it? Ha, ha. Very funny, mom. Nice timing too, with the new frequency numbers and all."

"I'm not joking," she said, dead serious. "You can feel me if you want. I'm like a river in my panties."

"Seriously?"

She squeezed his cock through his shorts. "Is this serious enough for you?"

"Mom," he gasped. "They're watching. This is on cam."

Jennifer's hands tremble at the thought that the research team was watching this. She tried to fight it, but so far she was losing.

"I don't think I mind them watching. Do you?"

She slipped her hand inside of Zack's shorts and underwear, rubbing his bare cock. It felt soft and healthy sized. The moment her slender fingers touched it, Zack instantly turned hard. When she stroked it, Zack throbbed.

"Ummm... I don't know," he said nervously.

"Then hold me. I'm desperate for human interaction."

Zack held her tight with concern, and Jennifer pressed her face against his chest. She continued stroking him. Zack allowed it. He liked it.

It wasn't until Jennifer's eyes drifted to one of the cameras in the room that she was able to snap out of this trance. She knew she had to end it. But the cock in her hand just felt so good. It felt so natural being there. Her son's cock, of all peoples!

She gave it one last stroke, with her hand trembling, and she pinched the head of Zack's erection before letting go.

"I need a shower," she said, looking in his eyes. "I'm sorry this happened."

"Did the frequency waves do this to you?"

She nodded. "The next session is tomorrow. Hopefully it'll be fixed by then."

Their arms and hands slowly separated as she stepped back. Then she went up the stairs. She needed a shower, but more than anything, she was going to masturbate so hard, imagining Zack inside of her.

A new mantra formed in her mind: "I need his cock inside of me. I need my son's cock inside of me. I need Zack's cum in my pussy."

After what had happened, it was easy to get ahold of Dr. Ledgard and they had a private Skype conversation when there was enough privacy.

"Yes, I saw the whole thing," Dr. Ledgard said, in a highly analytical mood. "I was very surprised at that. I was certain we had fixed all the patches."

"I touched him," she said softly.

Jennifer was nearly in tears and she briefly put her face in her hands. A sob quickly escaped, but then she was able to grab hold of herself and shake off those feelings of shame.

"I know," Dr. Ledgard replied with sympathy. "I can assure you that we are putting a lot of effort into this."

Jennifer wiped the corners of her eyes. "Thank you. I appreciate that."

"If you want to end this trial, I would understand. We've already gathered plenty of data. That should keep us busy for a while."

"No, I want to continue. I'm not a quitter. Besides, the seclusion here and these screwed up emotions are great for my writing."

She gave a forced laughed, trying to remain upbeat about this whole situation that she was in.

"Then we'll keep trying," Dr. Ledgard said. "I appreciate your tenacity. You're a tough woman."

"Thank you."

"If I may ask, what will you do if these feelings arise again? It may take 24 hours before we can make the necessary fix."

Jennifer paused to think. "Any recommendations?"

"I can't," the doctor sighed. "There is no way that I can possibly tell you how to behave in this situation. These ethical concerns have never been explored before. This is new territory for any scientific team."

"Please, I want to know your thoughts. I promise I won't be offended by whatever you suggest."

"I have an opinion. Take it however you will."

"I understand," she nodded.

Dr. Ledgard sighed again. "In my opinion -- and this is only my opinion -- but I think it can be dangerous to a person's psyche to repress any strong desire in this fragile state, considering that it's harmless. And when I say it's 'harmless,' I mean that there won't be any damage to your physical or mental well-being."

"So you think I should..."

"I can't answer that," Dr. Ledgard said emphatically. "I don't have any offspring of my own, so I can't possibly relate to your dilemma."

"Thank you, doctor."

That night. Jennifer felt an unusual combination of fear, loneliness, and an extreme sense of arousal. The frequency waves really did a number on her. And as she was in her blouse and silk robe, ready for bed, all she could think about was her son. These thoughts consumed her.

She wondered if Zack was masturbating at this hour, or even sleeping. But she heard a faint noise-- the tv. He was definitely awake.

Before turning off the lights in her bedroom, she checked herself in the mirror. Her hair was down and she looked as natural as can be. She smiled at her reflection, wondering if she was still desirable to a young man like Zack, though she knew that this was morally questionable (at the very least).

Following her urges, she left her room and went over to Zack's bedroom. She gave a soft knock on the door.

"Come in," Zack said from inside his room.

Jennifer opened the door and saw him in the bed.

"I hope I'm not bothering you," she said, entering.

He sat upright on the bed. "No way. How do you feel? I mean, this whole situation is crazy."

"Mind if I sit with you?"

He patted the bed and smiled, "It's a nice, big bed."

"You're sweet."

She sat next to him.

"I really want to apologize," she said. "I know I made you feel... uncomfortable... earlier today. It must have been so embarrassing for you, especially knowing the researchers saw it."

He blushed. "Yeah, it was pretty embarrassing. At least it's all confidential, right?"

"It is. The other reason I wanted to come here is because I'm scared. You saw how much the experiment really affected me earlier. I almost shiver sometimes. Here, feel my hand."

She extended her hand, and Zack held it.

"You're right," he said.

"Can I spend the night?"

He gave a polite smile, "Sure, of course."

Jennifer fought every urge in her body to not jump all over him, son or not. She did her very best to control herself. Hopefully laying next to him would be enough to quell her newfound taboo desires for his cock.

She slipped underneath his blanket, and Zack awkwardly did the same.

"You can keep watching tv if you want," she said. "Don't let me stop you."

"I was just about to sleep."

"Hmmm... Perfect timing."

Zack turned off the tv, got comfortable in bed, and turned off the lamplight, which was right next to him. Moonlight lit the bedroom. And since it was a full moon that night, they were still partially able to see each other.

"Goodnight, mom," he said.

For the first time in her life, being called 'mom' really did something to her. It lit a fire under her and she had to restrain herself from ripping his shorts off to expose his dick.

She shivered in bed. Her pussy was practically gushing.

"Can I hold you a while?" she asked. "At least until I fall asleep."

"Go ahead."

She wrapped her arm around his chest. She had hoped that this would help satisfy her painful urges, but she was wrong. It only made things worse.

"Did you masturbate tonight?" she whispered.

Even through the darkness of the room, she could almost see him blushing. Maybe it was her motherly instincts too, that she knew what he was feeling.

"No," he whispered back.

"Why not?"

"Because you could hear if I did."

She stroked his body. "That's okay. I don't mind. I don't mind at all. Don't be shy. Don't be embarrassed. It's perfectly normal for a young man. Here, let me show you how natural it is."

Zack's body froze as her hand moved down. There was no resistance as Jennifer slipped her hand down and caressed his bare cock with her hand. Quickly, it came to life.

"You're... you're touching me," he said, with his body still frozen.

"I'm only following doctor's orders."

"What do you mean?"

"Dr. Ledgard advised against suppressing my needs," she explained. "I know this is taking it too far. But can you at least do me a favor and go along with it? I'll go crazy if I stayed in my bedroom alone."

He moaned from the stroking. "Go ahead, mom."

"You like this? Don't you?"

"You have soft hands."

"And?" she questioned.

"You're very beautiful."

That was it. Jennifer was officially a woman possessed. She slithered over her son's body and positioned her crotch over her son's erection. She was naked underneath her lingerie, hopeful that this would happen. She didn't expect this to happen, but it did.

Their faces were a few inches away and they saw each other in the moonlight. The look in her eyes was pure lust.

"I don't want to make love," she said in a low voice. "I want to fuck. I want to fuck you hard. Got that?"

"Yes," he said softly.

"Do me this favor tonight. I swear I'll make it up to you in the future, however I can. Just let me do this."

With that, she slipped her son's cock inside of her drenched pussy. It instantly sent shivers down her spine and powerful sensations throughout her body. Like anyone else, she loves sex. But this was insanity.

Both of their eyes went wide as she clenched her pussy. She quickly became uncontrollable and thrust herself, so that the cock pushed all the way inside of her ready-for-action pussy. She went faster and faster. They could feel each other's breathing.

"It feels so good fucking you," she said, longing to tease him. "Do you think I'm horrible for enjoying this so much?"

There was a pause as he breathed deeply. "You need this while the experiment is still going on."

They were silent for a while as she continued to clench her pussy tight. As his cock was still firmly buried within her, she felt compelled to take this to another level. She sat upright, using her hand to hold the cock in place, and she sat on him, ready to ride.

She thrust her hips powerfully and she was officially fucking her son cowgirl-style in his bed.

"How about this?" she moaned. "Now we're really fucking. Do you like owning my pussy? Do you like owning your mother's pussy? Tell me... oh god... tell me..."

She went faster and faster, like she was losing control of the situation. Like nothing would ever be enough.

"Mom... I..."

There was a strong gust of wind outside. Leaves or branches had hit the window. She suddenly became terrified because of the miscalculation in the frequency waves. And that caused her to somehow switch into a raging nymphomaniac.

She screamed loudly and pushed her hips with all her might. Zack's moans were almost as loud, but he was no match for Jennifer's out of control lust and her vocalized pleasure. She became so loud, that the researchers might have heard it on the video feeds downstairs. Neither of them cared though.

"I'm going to cum!" she proclaimed. "Make me cum!"

She came so hard she almost couldn't breathe. It sounded like she was choking; like she was at a complete loss for air, fighting for her dear life. Her pussy had never clenched so hard, ever. With a grip that tight, and with her constant thrusting, she milked the cum out of Zack's cock. They came together in the nastiest and most hardcore way imaginable.

Like a woman deflated, Jennifer collapsed onto her son's body. For a few moments, they were both lifeless. But she had enough wherewithal to feel her pussy leaking her orgasmic fluids, along with her son's hot cum.

Zack whimpered, "Oh my god... I can't believe we just did that."

As they slowly recovered, she gave him a soft kiss on the lips, followed by a nasty one. Her tongue was unleashed inside of her son's mouth and she didn't care if he'd be offended or not. Luckily, he pushed back with his own tongue. After a fucking like that, she was owed a good kiss.

"I think you've hit the spot... for tonight," she teased. "You should probably wash yourself up before bed. There's a real mess on you."

He smiled. "Aren't you going to wash yourself also?"

"I don't think so," she said, rolling to her back, then closing her eyes. "I actually enjoy feeling your cum inside me. Goodnight, Zack."

She pulled the blanket over her body and peacefully smiled, thinking of her latest mantra: "I am a good whore. A good slut mother. His cum is inside of me, where it belongs."

Before she could fall asleep, another mantra appeared: "Taste it. Taste it. Taste it."

Outwardly, Jennifer appeared to be her normal self the next morning. Emotionally, she was well-composed. She was making coffee in the kitchen, wearing the same lingerie she had slept in. She was still naked underneath too and she didn't care that the research team could see her scantily-clad figure on the video cam.

"Good news," he said, entering the kitchen.

"Yes, dear?"

"Dr. Ledgard emailed me the latest updates. They, umm, heard us last night. So they worked overtime to get it done."

She was in a zesty mood that morning. "I have good news as well. I woke up a few times in the middle of the night and thought of some amazing plot points for my novel. I think it'll be a big hit."

"Nice. Great work, mom."

"That's cause for celebration," she grinned. "At least for me, anyway."

"Want me to make breakfast? I'll make something delicious."

She grinned wider. "Speaking of delicious, I was in the mood for something a bit more... shall we say... exotic tasting. Like your cum."

It was all so nonchalant coming from such a typically demure woman like her, and that threw Zack way off.

"Huh?" he replied, frozen, and also embarrassed that the research team was watching and hearing this.

"After you went to sleep last night, I couldn't resist, and I found myself dipping my fingers into the pool of cum between my legs. Let's just say that you're the most delicious thing I've ever tasted. It was so good and so tasty."

"Mom... it's the waves, remember? The research team is watching this."

"Why is that a problem?" she shrugged. "It's all normal, it's all healthy. We're two human beings who've had sex last night. Big deal."

"But mom... you're my mom!"

"What's the matter, I can't get you hard? I'm not sexy enough for you? Is it my age? Is it the fact that I'm your precious mother? Am I good enough to fuck late at night, but not good enough to suck your cock during the day?"

"I... uhh...mom..."

"Maybe I can offer something else to get you excited."

She pinched the tips of her lingerie's front side and pulled it down, exposing her slightly sagging breasts and oh-so-hard brown nipples. Her nipples were rather large compared to the size of her small tits. The swollen size of her nipples was a clear indicator of her current, unusually horny state.

Just above her breasts was a crucifix that hung from her necklace; something she always wore during the day, a symbol of her strong faith. Only now, it served as a stark reminder of just how taboo this actually was.

With her tits out, she sank to her knees and got to work undoing Zack's shorts. There were no defenses, as she had predicted. Zack just stood there and allowed this, with his cock quickly turning hard.

"And to think," Jennifer said, holding her son's cock in her hand. "I created this cock. You came from my womb. And now your cock is all mine. So is all your cum."

She smiled to herself, winked to her son, then devoured the cock whole. In her first try, she nearly took it to her throat. When the cock swelled, she had no choice but to retreat at the moment, pulling back so that the head of the cock rested snuggly on her tongue.

Her lips formed a vacuum seal and she sucked with all her might. Her eyes happily watched Zack's helpless reaction as he was getting the cocksucking of his life.

When Zack awkwardly looked over to the video cam in the room, she playfully bit the shaft, making him yelp.

She spit the cock out of her mouth, then stroked. "Don't look at the cam, look at me. Watch me and appreciate this. It gets me so much hotter when my son is watching me be a dirty little slut. Your personal secret slut. Don't you like that? Don't you like that your proper mother is now your fucking cocksucking whore? I know I love it."

Jennifer proved that she loved it by taking the cock back into her mouth and sucking on it mercilessly. Her head bobbed, with each bob taking the cock even closer to her throat, making her eyes water and her mouth making gurgling noises, which she tried to suppress.

Finally giving in to his urges, Zack wrapped his fingers into his mother's hair and pulled, as she kept on bobbing.

"Oh fuck, mom," he moaned. "I love that you're my cock whore now."

Her eyes showed the fire in her heart. She was a woman possessed. She thrust her face forward and took the cock to the back of her throat, making a nasty gurgling noise in the process. It made Zack flinch.

She pulled the cock out of her mouth, saliva dripping everywhere.

"Treat me like a good whore," she said, catching her breath. "Give me your cum. I need a fresh batch this morning."

She went back to sucking, this time, she also stroked him furiously with one hand, and caressed his balls with her other hand. She maintained this perfect rhythm for as long as it took. With her skills and newfound tenacity, it didn't take long. She had become a raging cock sucking whore and she didn't care how sore her jaw was becoming. She needed that cum more than anything. Her son's of all people!

"Oh fuck," Zack said, wide-eyed like his body suddenly froze.

An incredible amount of ejaculation shot from his cock and coated Jennifer's tongue. She had planned for this. As she stroked, she aimed the tip of the cock onto her tongue, so everything would pool in her mouth, rather than flow down into her throat. She wanted to savor this cum. She wanted to make it special. She wanted to make a nasty show out of it.

Zack made soft whimpering noises as he calmed down. His cock was deflating and his balls were drained of cum. There was nothing left.

She hummed the words, 'ta da' when she took her filled up mouth away.

Once everything was properly shot into her mouth, she stood up and walked over to the kitchen counter. The coffee was ready and she poured herself a nice, hot cup.

With the steam rising from her mug, she spit the entire load of cum into the center of the coffee. There was so much cum that it practically poured out of her mouth like a thick, miniature waterfall.

A trail of cum connected her lips to the mug of coffee, which she wiped away and then licked.

She gracefully picked up a spoon and mixed it all together. When she was happy with the mixture and consistency, she put the spoon in the sink.

"Are you really going to drink that?" he blushed.

She smiled, "Coffee and your cum are my two favorite things. I'll need my energy today. I have a long day of writing ahead of me. And for future reference, you can be a little rougher when I suck your dick. Own me. Own my mouth."

With that, she took a nice sip of the hot drink and gleefully gulped it down. She had always been passive about the taste of cum, but now, she was a full blown addict.

A new mantra repeated in her mind while she drank: "I am now his cocksucking cum slut mother. I am now his nymphomaniac mother. Forever."

Over and over again.

Meanwhile...

It was official. The experiment had gone wrong. Dr. Ledgard sat in the government lab alone, debating whether to formally end this project. To help make that decision, all 8 monitors in the room were activated. Each monitor played the footage they had recorded.

The footage was damning and it would be a permanent stain on the entire department if it were ever made public.

On each screen, there was footage of Jennifer in various states of undress, performing an array of increasing lewd sex acts.

The most common was seeing Jennifer partially nude, depending on how cold the weather got. It became normal for her to walk around completely bottomless throughout the house. Her justification, she had stated, was that her vaginal area was in a constant state of soreness and arousal, and covering herself there would only leave wet stains and create irritation.

And then there was the sex. Jennifer and Zack had fucked constantly; at night, it would be in the bedroom, away from the cameras. During the day, their preferred place was in the living room, usually on the couch. She had a strong inclination to ride him. Or sometimes she'd be on all fours in the living room, with Zack pounding her from behind.

Perhaps most shocking of all, there was footage of Jennifer engaging in all sorts of cum-play with her son. She ate everything up, and Zack had proven himself to be a heavy and capable ejaculator. Most of these oral activities would happen in the morning when Zack was 'fresh.' Jennifer would get on her knees to service him in the kitchen until he could provide a fresh batch of 'cream' for her coffee. Occasionally, the same would happen during lunch time, and the cum would be splattered on her food as a condiment.

Dr. Ledgard sighed, having seen enough, then switched off the footage and left the room. All the doctor could think about was Jennifer's fate.

Sure, with more work this was likely reversible. There were plenty of ways to fix this. But with each offer, Jennifer had refused.

The End

473 Accidental Nympho Sister

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Before...

No one could have predicted that Dr. Ledgard's machine would have the effects that it does. The human mind is still vastly unknown.

That's why General Hamilton requested an immediate promotion for the doctor, in hopes of turning the frequency machine into something that could potentially serve the country and it's national security interests.

On the doctor's desk was a list of potential candidates for the new project. They were all young adults, and they were all medical school graduates who fully understood these processes, and were willing to make some money from it.

It was decided early on that the candidate would be an attractive young female with an inquisitive mind, religious, tepid when it came to sex, and had a large family. It would make the experiment much more realistic if the subject had more conflicts and barriers to becoming a nymphomaniac.

"You're doing us a great service," General Hamilton said, after observing the doctor at work. "We greatly appreciate your efforts."

Dr. Ledgard gave a soft sigh. "I'm always happy to be of service, but I think we should disclose all of the details. I don't want a repeat of my previous mistakes."

"If it means that much to you, fine."

"Thank you," the doctor replied with a sense of moral relief.

The General sneered. "Just get it done. As your previous report had stated, it's virtually harmless. You want to study the human brain? Here's your chance to continue your work."

With a lecherous grin, the General gave another look at all the research documents and state-of-the-art equipment in the new lab. Then he left.

Once alone, Dr. Ledgard looked through the pile of candidates again. After an hour, a decision had been reached and the report was started.

Case File #002

Sara Carter: She is our next test subject after having signed all the agreements and waivers. Sara is a 29 year old medical school graduate who is currently finishing her first year of residency. Her record is clean. Her academics are rigorous and her grades are top tier. She's had a long term boyfriend in college. There is no evidence of any sexual promiscuity. In her younger days, she spent a lot of time with the church for community service. Perfect for this research.

Dylan Carter: He's the younger brother. Age 20. He attends a nearby college. He's athletic and smart. Handsome too. A perfect counterpart for Sara.

Julie Carter: The matriarch of the family. 51 years old. She owns a small catering business. Her son still lives at home and Sara still sleeps over during the holidays. There is no husband in the picture, so she runs the household. From the looks of things, she is prim and proper. A great role model. Perfect for our research.

Objective: To convert Sara into a nymphomaniac. Originally, it was irrelevant whether the subject is aware of this goal or not. But now, for ethical reasons, she should be made aware because the results could have extreme consequences.

After reading all the files, looking at their family pictures, and going over their medical records, Dr. Ledgard was content will all the information and felt there was enough to proceed.

A message had been sent out to inform the research candidate of her selection.

During...

It was Sara's first time home after completing her first few months of residency. It had been a grueling year and the opportunity to spend some time home was just what she needed. But when the message came from Dr. Ledgard's office that she had been selected as a participant in the study, she jumped at the chance.

Besides, according to the documents, it would only take a part of her free time. And working with the esteemed Dr. Ledgard would look amazing on her resume. The pay was pretty good, too.

After having completed her first meeting with Dr. Ledgard, she rushed to tell her Mother the good news, who was busy in the kitchen wearing an apron.

"How did it go?" Mom asked, stepping out of the kitchen where she was baking homemade pizza for a family lunch.

Sara beamed. "It was incredible. The lab looked like something out of a movie. Seriously. I've never seen anything like it before. And everyone on the research team was super nice. These people are geniuses."

"I'm so happy for you. Who knows, if they like you, maybe they'll hire you someday."

"God, I wish," Sara said gushingly.

"Speaking of which, having you back for the holidays has had a nice effect on your brother."

"Oh yeah? Is he finally cleaning his room now?"

"How cute," Mom replied, amused. "No, he's decided to take pre-med classes. You've really inspired him to do some good in the world. It seems like he's really connected with all the things you've been saying about your residency training."

"Nice!"

"It is. He's a smart one, just like you."

Sara pondered for a moment. "You know, one of the researchers today asked me about my household. They wanted to know about my brother and home situation."

"Any reason why?"

"They said they'll tell me at a later date. But it was mentioned that if Dylan wanted to be involved in this, that it would be welcomed. They'll give him a small job to make things easier. I just didn't think Dylan would be interested. If I had known, I would have said something."

Mom smiled, "He's upstairs. You should go up and tell him the news. We can all talk it over during lunch."

"It smells delicious. I'll be right back."

Sara rushed up the stairs to break the good news to her brother, who now apparently wanted to share the same medical ambitions.

Her brother's room was just down the hall and she knocked on the door. With approval, Sara entered the bedroom, where her brother was playing Batman: Arkham Knight on the Xbox.

"Cool graphics," she said, looking at the screen. "Video games have really come a long way. Remember when we used to play Mario together?"

"The good old days," he said, pausing the game.

"I hear you're setting your sights on pre-med."

"Is that what Mom said?" he asked.

"Yeah, why? Did she speak too soon?"

Dylan measured his response. "All the residency stuff you've been doing the past year has really made you a walking stress ad."

"Gee, thanks dude."

"No seriously," he replied. "I still have the urge to do it. I really want to make a difference in life."

"You can, you just have to work really, really hard."

"That's the problem," he sighed.

"Don't think you could cut it?" she asked, sympathetically.

"I know how hard the workload is. I mean, becoming a doctor is serious stuff, and I don't know if I can handle it."

This type of anxiety and feelings of self-doubt had really struck a chord with Sara. She knew how daunting it was for anyone to try and find a career. She decided that before filling in her brother on the potential offer from the lab, she first needed to give him serious insight into the medical field.

"I'll just describe one morning of my residency," Sara said. "So you can get an idea of what I do."

"Sure."

"I get to the hospital early, and I check on each patient's charts, making sure their blood pressure and oxygen saturation levels are measured, then I explain all the diagnostic procedures and therapeutic plans to both supervisors and patients. That's just the beginning. I stay ready to assist any manual parts of the care. It's like that the whole day."

"Sounds tough," he said.

"It is. But it's highly rewarding work."

Dylan paused for a moment. "I've always done well in biology and science. I think it should be enough to motivate me through pre-med."

"Interest in human biology and science isn't enough. Having to learn thousands of pages of reading material is actually the easiest part. You also have a great responsibility to your patients and colleagues."

"Does it come with great power too?" Dylan quipped, gesturing to his Spider-Man poster on the wall.

Sara laughed. "Good one. And actually, it does come with great power. Why don't you find out?"

"How?"

"With a mock-female-patient to practice on. You'll be given small tasks. Some responsibility. Probably a few scientific things to give you an idea of what it's like being a doctor. You'll likely be tasked with recording her information and so forth."

"Is she hot?" Dylan jokingly asked.

"Really, really hot."

"Who is it?"

Sara winked. "Me, who else?"

"Hmmm... I'm assuming this has to do with Dr. Leger's experiment."

"The name is Dr. Ledgard," she clarified. "And yes, they mentioned a small job opening. Now that I know you're interested, we should definitely team up."

He smiled, "Count me in. I'm now at your service."

The lab was in a small section of an underground facility, not far from the downtown area. It was accessed through an imposing government building guarded by soldiers in camo who were all business when Sara arrived at the gate. They asked for her papers when she pulled to the checkpoint and, after consulting a computer in the guard shack, returned them to her and waved her through.

When she arrived, a few members of the team greeted her with smiles and showed her to the procedure room. She was asked to sit on the exam table and her vital signs were taken by a particularly friendly woman in green scrubs. In the other corner of the procedure room, another woman calibrated a small machine for the day's session.

Dr. Ledgard appeared after a meeting with government officials and sat down across the table from Sara. They exchanged pleasantries, then Dr. Ledgard handed her a file.

"Take a moment to read that over," the doctor said. "I wrote it myself. Everything is simple and in plain English. You should be able to comprehend it immediately."

Sara opened the folder and saw a typed report, which she was able to skim through since it was an easy read. The content seemed jarring. When she turned the pages, she saw sets of pictures, featuring a young man and a mature woman engaging in all sorts of lewd sexual acts in the living room and kitchen.

"What do you think?" Dr. Ledgard asked.

"Riveting," she blushed.

"Do you believe the content of the report?"

Sara searched for the most polite way to phrase her language. After all, in med school, Dr. Ledgard was the talk of campus and many of the professors.

"I do think it's interesting," she said diplomatically. "I'm sure there are ways of actually making this happen, psychologically speaking."

Dr. Ledgard raised an eyebrow. "But do you think that these images are real, and that a medical device could override the inherent taboo of incest, causing this ordinary mother to act in this manner towards her own son?"

"Yes, it seems logical that a device could do that," she answered. "But I also think that, you know, there might have been underlying feelings. Who knows, maybe the device merely nudged them to act on latent desires. Or maybe the device never worked at all, but the subjects thought it did. Sort of like a placebo effect that caused them to act on their own desires."

"Interesting," the doctor noted before pushing on. "Ms. Carter, I going to be very blunt with you for a moment. Have you ever sexually fantasized about your younger brother, Dylan?"

Sara was aghast. "No, never."

"How about your mother, Julie? Have you ever had deviant thoughts about her?"

Sara was appalled. "No, absolutely not!"

"Do you believe that this machine has the ability to create a powerful, magnetic sexual attraction between you and a member of your family? Much like the nymphomaniac tendencies shown in the mother/son in the photos?"

With an inquisitive eye, she sifted through the photos again. The people in the photos had sex passionately, had equally as rough oral sex, and if Sara was seeing things correctly, the male subject was ejaculating in the mother's food, then she happily gulped it all down with pleasure.

"Honestly," she said. "I'm not completely sure. I still think there was some sort of mutual attraction prior to the experiment. But I don't think it happened out of thin air."

He slowly nodded. "I appreciate your honesty. And I enjoy your skepticism. You're very smart and an independent thinker. That's partially why I've chosen you."

She blushed. "Thank you, Dr. Ledgard."

"Are you still interested in participating in the study?

"Yes, of course. Why?"

"I am going to amplify the power of the frequency today," the doctor said.

"Okay."

"Then we'll see what sorts of attractions you have for your brother, or your mother."

Sara gasped. "I'm certainly not attracted to either of them. That's incest. It's gross."

"I'm glad you feel that way. We need to test the machine to know whether the previous experiment was a fluke or not."

A sudden sense of doubt crept over Sara. Incestuous thoughts were the furthest thing from her mind, but this was a government lab with a highly renowned doctor. If they were working on a theory, then there was a strong probability that they were on to something big.

She shuddered to think about what may happen to her.

"What... ummm... are the chances?" she asked hesitantly. "That I'll..."

"Become a nymphomaniac?"

Sara felt her cheeks warm. "Yes, that won't happen, will it?"

"That's what we're hoping to find out. After a week or two, we'd like to administer a polygraph test to see if you've committed any sexual acts with any member of your home."

"Oh god."

"I understand your frustration," Dr. Ledgard said sympathetically. "Which is why we're going to increase your compensation. You'll be rewarded even further, financially speaking. I'll provide glowing job referrals for you. And I will personally recommend you for any internship or job opening in this department, should you wish."

It was the news Sara had been hoping for all this time. Her future flashed before her eyes. If everything went well, she'd have a bright career ahead of her.

"That sounds amazing," she beamed.

"It does. Who know, the side effects might be nothing. The other experiment could have been a fluke."

"Maybe," Sara said softly.

"In the event that you do exhibit nymphomaniac tendencies with your family, we can fix it in our lab. That should provide you with some sense of safety."

"That's a relief. So if anything goes wrong, assuming this machine does what you're suggesting, then I can come right back and have it undone, right?"

Dr. Ledgard paused. "Not quite. We've decided to let things play out. You have to stay at your home for the rest of the week. We'll keep in touch by email."

A slight sense of panic was setting into Sara's psyche. If this machine had actually worked the way the doctor suggested, then she could be in for a real problem. But then again, it did sound outlandish and crazy, and the reward for participating was fantastic.

"I can do that," she said.

"You've also mentioned that your brother Dylan wants a job with us, for experience. I think that's a great idea. He'll be tasked with keeping track of your vitals, for brain waves and heart activity. He'll send us a daily report on the findings."

She smiled, "He's going to be thrilled."

"Then we'll begin right away."

With the questioning over, Dr. Ledgard stepped away from the desk and the researchers hooked up a set of wires to Sara's face and body. A small, advanced looking device was carted over to them, and a small antenna was pointed straight towards her head.

"Initiation in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1," Dr. Ledgard counted and then through one final switch. "Subject Sara Carter exposed to devise emissions December 20, 2018 at 10:23 a.m."

The machine was activated. When it made a low, humming noise, Sara wondered if she had just made the biggest mistake of her life.

In the following days, Sara had been given a new device from the lab. It was something that monitored her body mechanics and brain waves throughout the day. It was a small device that she attached to the waistband of her clothes and there were wires taped to her body, underneath her top.

It was their second day with this object, and while they sat by the desk in Dylan's room, they recorded all the latest updates.

"Everything seems fine," Dylan said, jotting the latest numbers down in a notepad.

They had to do this three times a day and Dylan would email all the results to the lab each night.

"You're quite the researcher now," she smiled.

He smiled back. "This is easy stuff."

"I know, but still. You look like a real scientist or doctor checking out my health measurements."

"That's because I learned from the best," he joked. "And there is one thing I thought was interesting. I've been meaning to ask you about it."

She became more attentive. "Yes?"

"Your heart rate and hormones seem to change at random points. At first I assumed it was your workouts, but when I looked closer, that didn't seem to be the case. Feel anything weird?"

After a brief moment to think about it, Sara realized that the device had been recording her recent flairs of intense sexual thoughts. But of course, she could never tell her brother that.

"Well, you know..." she said evasively. "Women work differently than men. We have different problems and issues, if you know what I'm hinting at."

The excuse seemed to have worked.

Dylan quickly backed off. "Oh, okay. Got it."

"I should have given you some notice about that, but it was kind of embarrassing and I didn't think it would show up on the device."

"It's really advanced," Dylan pointed out. "Now let's get this thing back on you. Lift up your shirt."

These moments were always a roll of the dice. Sara never knew what to expect with her own feelings whenever she lifted her T-shirt. Sometimes it would be fine, since Dylan had seen her in a bikini plenty of times before. Other times, there would be internal chaos.

When she lifted her T-shirt to expose her stomach and the lower side of her bra, things went haywire. She suppressed the feelings the best she could and tried to act natural, even though her heart rate was spiking.

Sara's mind went into a frenzy; 'God, he's looking at my body. I wonder if he wants to rip off my bra and suck my nipples. My pussy is getting wet. I wonder if he can smell my aromas.'

Everything seemed normal on Dylan's end, as he tucked the device into her side and taped the wires to her body.

She looked at him attentively, staring deeply at him while he worked. Had he noticed?

He lifted his gaze, looking at her. "Yes?"

"Nothing," she said, quickly looking away.

When the tape touched her body, and Dylan's fingers grazed her skin, Sara felt like she could have had an orgasm right then and there!

'God, why did I have to wear a bra?' a thought popped into her mind. 'I want him to see how hard my nipples are. I want him to beg to suck on them. I could cum so fucking hard right now.'

She glanced at her brother again, who was dutifully doing his job. Her cunt felt swollen, just like her nipples. She needed... something... anything from him.

In a few more seconds, she'd have enough courage to yank her bra and say, 'Just fucking suck on my tits already. Then bend me over your desk and fuck me from behind!'

It was about to happen, but sadly for her, Dylan pulled her T-shirt down.

"All done," he said casually. "You're free to leave my office. The next appointment is tonight at 8 pm. Don't be late."

She played it cool. "Five stars on Yelp. Plus a good review. See you tonight."

When she got up and left Dylan's bedroom, she wondered how she could possibly survive the rest of the week. How she prayed Dr. Ledgard could reverse this immediately.

At the moment, there was only one other person she could confide in.

Unsurprisingly, Mom was in the living room preparing for the big holiday party tomorrow. She was in the middle of arranging the furniture and she had already finished with all of the decorations.

"Lovely, isn't it?" Mom said with glee.

Sara looked everything over. "It's amazing. You should try interior design if you ever need a side hustle."

Mom laughed. "I'm already plenty busy with your brother and my own business. But thank you."

"I'm excited for tomorrow."

"You should be. I received some fantastic news a moment ago. Some of your distant Aunts and Uncles had extra time freed up and they'll be catching last minute flights."

"Oh really?" Sara smiled.

"Yes, really. It'll be a larger than usual family affair. I'll have to wake up extra early to prepare more food. Trust me, our home will be stuffed."

There were family pictures on the wall, which reminded Sara of how many people are coming for the big holiday party. With her current medical state, she was in even worse trouble, because she would have to spend the whole day entertaining guests, instead of tending to her urges.

"I'm totally screwed," Sara bemoaned, wanting to cry.

Mom cautiously asked, "Are the feelings back again?"

"It's only gotten worse," Sara nearly sobbed.

"My goodness, really?"

"I've had those thoughts again."

Mom gave the most heartbreaking expression. "Sweetie, I think you should end it. You're a mess. I don't like seeing you this way."

"But I've already told so many people that I'm working with Dr. Ledgard. It would be humiliating if I had to back out. They'll think I'm a quitter. That the process was too hard for me."

"Nonsense!" Mom snapped at her daughter. "Everyone knows you're NOT a quitter. You're smart and talented. If anyone disagrees, well, that's their unfortunate problem. Not yours."

"No, it IS my problem! My reputation would be ruined!"

Not only that, Sara had to think about her brother. All of their lives, she was his role model. She enjoyed guiding him. She always enjoyed pushing him to reach his full potential. She always had faith him in. Now, if she quit this experiment, what kind of message would that send?

It was Dylan's first job in the medical industry, and if Sara left, he'd lose his job as well. No way. Sara simply couldn't let that happen. Big sisters have a solemn duty to their younger brothers, she thought.

A great deal of sorrow was displayed on Mom's face. "I'm so sorry, dear. I can only imagine how tough this must be for you. Come here, give me a hug. It'll make you feel better."

They tenderly embraced in a tight hug. It was loving and sweet, something they often shared whenever Sara was experiencing a heartache. Her current situation certainly fell within that criteria. She pressed her face into Mom's upper chest for comfort.

Under normal circumstances, this is where things would have ended. They hug, and Sara would leave feeling a lot better. But this was far from normal. Those deviant little thoughts had returned.

Sara's mind felt like it was spinning: 'Mom's breasts feel so nice. So soft. So delicate. And they're just for me...'

Almost without thinking, her hands clenched her Mother's lower back, with her fingers digging in deeply. It felt a natural thing to do. The most natural thing in the world.

"Sara?" Mom asked.

"Yes?"

"Your hands are squeezing me."

Sara gasped and let go of her iron grip. "I'm so sorry. I'm doing it to you now, aren't I?"

While they still held each other gently, they looked each other in the eyes. Sara's expression was of total confusion. Mom, on the other hand, remained sympathetic to her daughter's medical dilemma.

"How bad is it?" Mom asked, trying to understand this.

"Pretty bad. I mean, just a moment ago, I kept thinking about how aroused I'd be if Dylan saw my hard nipples. I just kept thinking of it, over and over again."

"And now?"

Sara gave a soft sigh. "I thought about... you don't want to know..."

"I'm genuinely curious. Tell me."

"I thought about your breasts, from our hug. Horrible, right?"

"What did you think about my breasts?" Mom asked. "Did you want to see them, or touch them?"

Sara's jaw nearly dropped. "Oh jeez, Mom!"

"Don't give me that expression. You're the one with the naughty thoughts in your mind. I'm only asking. Maybe there's something we can do."

Sara gulped. "I wanted to... suck on them. Oh god, I'm so sorry, Mom!"

"You think my breasts are gross? They used to feed you, you know."

"That's different."

Mom shook her head disapprovingly. "No it's not. A mother's breasts are made for nurturing. They're nature's perfect gift. If you're suffering this badly, if you're going through this much mental anguish, then I would be okay with helping you."

"What do you mean?" Sara asked, confused.

"Maybe you need to get this out of your system. Spare yourself. And spare your brother. It's much easier this way."

With great humility, Mom let go of her daughter. Mom slowly and casually undid her top until she was in her white bra. The breasts looked large and inviting.

"But... Mom..." Sara said, wide-eyed from the undressing.

"What choice do we have? Tell me, what did you want to do with your brother? Or what did you want your brother to do with you?"

Sara gulped deeply. "Promise you won't be mad at me?"

"Darling, this is a medical emergency. It's nothing to be ashamed of. These aren't your normal thoughts. This isn't you."

"I wanted Dylan to suck on my nipples. And I wanted him to bend me over his desk."

"So he can have sex with you?" Mom asked.

"Rough sex," Sara clarified. "Super rough sex."

"Obviously, I can't have that happening during the family party tomorrow-- or ever. So the only thing I can do, as your mother, is to help relieve this tension until Dr. Ledgard can correct whatever is ailing you. Okay?"

"Mom..."

"Shhh... Just have a look first. Let me show you."

It was a surreal moment between them when Mom reached behind herself and released the fastener of her bra. When the garment slid slowly off her shoulders, Mom's spectacular breasts were freed for Sara's view.

They were large, shapely globes the size of grapefruits. Age had been kind to Mom. As Sara devoured them with her eyes, she noticed that the nipples were becoming larger and more erect; the areolas the size of silver dollars and an inviting pink color.

Sara gulped. "Can I suck on them?"

"Of course you can," Mom said and opened her arms to her daughter invitingly.

"Will you be mad?"

"Never."

A dirty thought appeared in Sara's mind: 'How fucking delicious. I have the best Mother in the world. First Mom, then my brother. The perfect holiday for me. No one stands a chance.'

She brought her lips to Mom's left nipple and sucked. Fireworks went off in Sara's mind when her lips made contact. She wrapped her lips tightly and pulled at them with her mouth. She sucked so hard that Mom made a gasping sound.

"No one can ever know," Mom said, rubbing her nursing daughter's hair. "Get it out of your system. Enjoy this. I need you to be at your very best tomorrow."

As Sara nursed on her Mother's tits, she wasn't so sure if that was possible. But this was a welcomed start. Her Mother's hands moved around, and as Sara nursed on the hard nipples, she felt her Mother reaching forward to rub her tits in return.

Could it be? Was Mom enjoying this too?

Despite her worries, Sara took up her normal hostess duties as the party guests would expect. There was a last minute option for her to leave home while the party happened, but that was out of character for her.

There was no way she'd ever let her family down. She loved everyone too much to hide because of a medical issue. Especially since she had been away from everyone doing her first year medical residency.

The party was the same as it always was. Uncles, Aunts, and cousins from all over had come to visit. Mom did most of the schmoozing like always. Dylan was in charge of food. And Sara was tasked with service, which she enjoyed doing.

With a cute yellow dress, Sara went around the living room to make sure everyone was having a good time and was properly fed.

Through it all, she had a chance to catch up with distant relatives and people she was only to see only a few times a year. The Aunts and Uncles showered her with the usual compliments:

'You've become so beautiful!'

'You remind me so much of your mother when she was your age.'

'A doctor? Brains and beauty. A dangerous combination.'

She returned the praises and made jokes about family genes and traits that they all shared. They were medical puns, which people found amusing.

But for all the fun and frivolity, Sara's demeanor made a sudden and drastic change when her brother stepped into the living room. Though he was just coming in to socialize with family, it felt different. Sara had always been the 'good girl' at the family function, but as Dylan chatted and laughed with family, Sara's thoughts were far from good. They were horribly naughty.

Crazy thoughts ran through her head: 'Take him upstairs and fuck him. Yes, even with the family party going on. Nothing will make me hotter.'

She realized that the thoughts were making her pussy wet as they repeated in her mind, growing more insistent on each repetition.

"Are you okay?" Mom suddenly whispered in Sara's ear from the side.

Sara snapped out of her trance, and she turned her attention towards her Mother, who was dolled-up like the perfect MILF.

"It's happening," Sara whispered, while everyone else in the family part was engaged in various conversations. "I'm really sorry."

The only reason Sara apologized was because a few hours ago, they had engaged in another nursing session. It happened in Mom's bedroom while Dylan was in the shower. Mom had exposed both of her luscious tits and allowed Sara to suck on them for a good 10 minutes straight. Mom's nipples even turned red.

"It's not your fault," Mom replied. "What are you feeling?"

They both looked around. The coast was clear and the living room was loud with chatter and laughter.

"I feel like I want to take Dylan upstairs to fuck him."

Mom sighed. "Will a cold shower fix it?"

"Unlikely. God, I've never been so desperate in my entire life. I feel like a drug addict with a serious addiction. I thought it would stop after what we did this morning, but it's consuming me right now."

"Maybe you should handle it already," Mom said after a long pause.

"Huh?"

Mom rubbed her daughter's shoulder and spoke softly in her ear. "I remember what it's like being your age. Hormones are raging. Things are confusing. I've tried my best to help you with this dilemma, but it seems that nothing is good enough."

"Are you suggesting..." Sara's voice trailed off as her eyes scanned the busy room, making sure no one heard them. "Please tell me that I'm misunderstanding what you're saying."

"Well, the party is going to last a couple more hours. I need you at your very best."

"Mom!" she hissed.

"Sara, I will not allow you to speak to me like that in my own home, during a family party of all times."

"Yet you're suggesting that I fuck my brother," Sara quipped in a soft tone.

"I'm not saying that either."

"Then what are you saying?"

Mom looked around first. "It's an indulgence, much like food. If I have a slice of delectable chocolate cake, my cravings are satisfied and I'll stop thinking about it for a while. Does that make sense?"

"It kind of does."

Sara thought about her brother: 'Mom is a genius. I want that cock so badly. I want to fuck him while the party is happening. Everyone would be oblivious to the fact that I'm an undercover brother-fucker.'

"It's not exactly 'fucking' as you so crudely put it," Mom explained. "It's more... servicing a guilty pleasure. Think of it that way."

"Are you really okay with me doing... that... with Dylan?"

Mom shook her head. "I'll never, ever be okay with that. Ever. But -- and this is very important -- you know that I have a reputation to uphold. Things have to run smoothly at my parties. Everyone in the family depends on me in that regard."

"You know, everyone does look content at the moment," Sara said, giving in while looking at all the happy faces in the crowd.

"For now. If you and your brother disappear for 10 minutes, tops, then I would be okay with that. I can handle everything myself in that short a period. But I'd need you back immediately. Dylan too. Please be gentle with him."

Sara's eyes widened. "Oh my god, Mom."

"Don't give me that. I'm only looking after you. Besides, isn't this part of Dylan's job?"

Sara grinned. "Come to think of it... medical training can be a dirty job. I'll be back in 10 minutes."

After using all her might to pull her younger brother up the stairs, she was in complete control of the situation and Dylan went right along with it.

In a snap decision, she had settled on Dylan's room for this. She wanted to fuck on his desk. Just like in her naughty fantasies for him.

"Mind telling me what the hell's going on?" he asked.

Sara locked the door. "It's time for me to be honest."

"About?"

"It's a long story. A really long story."

"I'll settle on the short version," he said.

"I want to fuck."

"Oh really?"

"I'll give you all the details later," Sara told him. "The short version is that Dr. Ledgard's experiment really fucked me up. Badly. I knew early on that this was a possibility. I just didn't believe it."

"Believe what?"

She lifted the front of her dress. "This."

With her dress held up with one hand, she used her other hand to pull her panties to the side to reveal her pussy. It was cleanly shaven and the clitoris was swollen, while protruding proudly.

Sara used the tip of her index finger to dip into her entrance. She held her finger up and rubbed, showing her brother a thick and clear liquid consistency.

"Holy shit," he gasped.

"I know. Don't even get me started."

He gulped. "Is that the source of those weird signals coming from your body?"

"Yes, I haven't been right for the past two days. My pussy is killing me."

He stared deeply at it. "So... umm... why are you showing me?"

"I'll explain the whole thing later," she sighed. "But right now, I need you to bend me over the desk and fuck me like our lives depend on it. Because for me, I feel like I'm dying for your cock."

"What the..."

"Dylan, look here," she said, rubbing her labia. " It's an emergency. I want you in me, I NEED you in me!"

"But... why me?" Dylan asked fearfully, worried of the potential implications of doing something so taboo.

Sara swallowed her pride. "I need your cock. Yours specifically. I've been thinking about you like crazy. It's really freaking me out."

"You mean, because of the experiment, you've..."

"Are you interested or not?" she said firmly, giving him an ultimatum. "These feelings are brutal. Having to explain everything to you is equally as humiliating."

He tensed. "I... ummm... sure..."

"Think of it this way, now you'll have a lesson in the female anatomy. I guess psychology too, since I'm all fucked up now thanks to Dr. Ledgard."

"Well, since you put it like that," he said awkwardly. "How should we start?"

Sara brisked over to him, grabbed him by the dick, and pulled him to the desk. She yanked his pants down and his semi-erect penis was almost ready to go. The horny little bastard was easily aroused by the sight of her pussy, she thought. At least she was under a spell; Dylan had no excuse.

"We've got to be quick," she said, stroking her brother's dick. "Mom needs us back as soon as possible."

"Does she know?"

"Yes, it was her idea."

"Are you sure?" he asked skeptically. "This is the craziest thing I've ever seen or heard."

She could see the conflicting emotions play across his face, lust winning out, as she continued stroking him.

Her inner voice told her: 'Go ahead. Tell him everything. My younger brother needs to know. It's about time he knows what I really am.'

"Mom knows everything," Sara confessed in a low purr. "I told how badly I've wanted to fuck you. How I've wanted to fuck you in your room. I've dreamt about it and I've made myself cum so many times. My fingers have been really busy lately, thanks to you and Dr. Ledgard."

A rush of guilt surged through Sara's body and she felt her cheeks turning beet red. She felt like a zombie who had lost control of her body and mind. She wished she didn't feel the way she did, that she could block the powerful signals her mind and body were sending. She wished she had not involved her dear brother. But she was powerless.

Dylan's eyes widened. "Holy shit."

"That's not all," she continued like she was on autopilot. "Mom tried helping me with this situation. She thought she could alleviate these nymphomaniac tendencies by showing me her amazing set of tits. She let me suck of them. That's right, I nursed on Mom's tits and pulled her nipples with my mouth. I think she likes it too, since she fondled my breasts as well. She moaned a lot too."

He was dumbfounded with arousal. "You and Mom? Nymphomaniac?"

"I know, shocking. It's time for business. There's no time for foreplay. Just get it ready and fuck me!"

Sara was completely under the influence of the frequency waves and she couldn't care less that the whole family was downstairs, having a nice, wholesome time together. Actually, the risk was turning her on even more. These were the nymphomaniac tendencies she had been warned about, and now she was loving every second of it.

To get him fully erect, she grabbed his neck and pulled him in, planting a big kiss on his lips. It was gentle at first, before turning rough and slipping her tongue inside. Their tongues wrestled for a good minute. All the while, she could feel her younger brother throbbing in her hand as she held him.

She pulled back and released him. "You're ready."

It was amusing seeing Dylan so speechless, cock freed, and in admiration of her attractive body, knowing they were about to fuck. She had always been the leader in their sibling relationship, now it was heading towards a new direction completely.

Sara bent over her brother's desk, presenting her beautifully rounded ass. That way, her little brother could fuck her easily while standing. Her juices were literally running down her long, shapely legs. Her pussy lips were swollen and inviting, begging to be filled with his achingly hard cock.

"Your ass is amazing," Dylan said, sticking his index finger into her vagina. "You're so hot and wet."

"Just fuck me already, Dylan! Please! I need you inside me!"

Sara was now over the edge, and she didn't care what the act they were about to commit is called, or that it's wrong by society's standards. All she wanted was to be fucked by her younger brother. Sure, it was nice sucking on Mom's tits, but that did nothing to satisfy the intense craving between her legs. Only her brother could do that, with his thick penis.

She felt him spread her pussy while she opened her legs for him. Inch by inch, he entered her wet cut until he was all the way inside. Despite her tight pussy, it was an easy process because of how fucking aroused she was.

"Oh yes!" Sara gasped and moaned, before realizing that she needed to keep her voice down. "That's it. You're so fucking big."

Dylan started pumping his shaft faster, with an unrivaled force. "Your pussy is amazing. Oh my god, you feel so good. Fuuuuck! I can't believe I've been missing out on this."

"Just be quiet," she hissed, unable to finish her sentence. "Be... ohhh... quiet..."

She could only moan silently, which was incredibly hard for her - she was usually a loud fuck.

While she was being pounded from behind, her submission to her brother was now complete, with her pussy being ravished. Her brother teased her by pulling at her hips and bombarding her with his thrusts, slamming his balls against her pussy lips and gliding his cock through the warm folds of her pussy walls with incredible speed.

It was everything she needed.

Even though Sara was lost in what her brother was doing to her -- and doing so well -- she heard some noises in the hall. She knew the bedroom door was locked, but they still shouldn't be heard.

"Stop, Dylan, there is someone in the hall," she whispered, while trying to put a halt to their incestuous fucking by touching her brother's hip.

Dylan stopped for a second. "They're in Mom's room. Sounds like they're looking at old pictures. I'll be gentle, don't worry."

Sara didn't have the willpower to completely stop her brother; instead she buried her face in the pile of papers they had used to record her data and she pushed her hips back to him, fucking him in return and encouraging him to continue. Dylan's cock was gliding through her canal, slowly retreating back, leaving only the head at her entrance, and then going all the way in again, filling her insides.

Her inner voice re-appeared: 'Finally, I'm a happy girl. All I need is his cum. His cum inside me. Then I can reach between my legs. Scoop it. And slurp it all down.'

The thought of Dylan's cum pumping into her eager cunt had Sara licking her lips. Her body demanded more from her brother. Her body needed to be filled with his seed, to have his cum leak between her vaginal walls and stream down her legs.

After a few minutes of slow, sensuous fucking, the incestuous couple heard footsteps heading down the stairs. Without a word, they sped up their lustful attack on each other and Dylan was again plowing into her with wild abandon.

"They're gone," Dylan said, pumping even harder. "You like it harder, don't you?"

"Yes, yes, yes!!!" she cried.

He groaned, "Where can I cum?"

"In my pussy," she smiled while crying. "I want to scoop it up and eat it right after."

"Really? Oh... fuck!!!"

That inadvertently sent Dylan over the edge as he pounded with all his might, making Sara cry even more. Sara's tears and crying increased as she approached her own earth-shattering climax at the same time as her brother's. They both came at the same time and she could feel her pussy being flooded with her brother's load. She could feel their cum mixing and intertwining together to form a nice cum cocktail during the family party, which would only be for herself to eat.

Sara could feel her brother's wonderful, magical tool begin to soften, but not dislodge from her still clenching pussy. Her taboo desires and sanity-straining needs sated for the moment.

"What now?" he asked, kissing her neck while still buried within her.

She smiled, face laying on the table. "For me, a nice little treat to help me recover my energy. If you may, will you please remove your dick? I need the nutrients."

"Oh, wow."

Sara winced as her brother slowly pulled out, as the still-sensitive head passed by her clinging lips. The cock plopped out of her and was a glistening mess of creamy cum.

She reached between her legs and prepared to insert her fingers and scoop some of the hot cream that dripped from her well-fucked little hole.

Before she could complete the mission that her internal voice had given her, there was a sound at the door. The locked door.

Sara's heart nearly stopped at the sound of the locked doorknob being twisted and turned. Then the siblings heard a key slip into the lock as the knob now turned without resistance.

She knew that there would be no explaining their way out of this situation. With her naked body bent over her brother's desk, ass in the air and pussy dripping with their mingled juices, and Dylan's cum covered cock swaying as it deflated before him, they could have only been doing one thing!

The door suddenly opened, and in a flash, Mom entered the room and shut the door, locking it once again.

"Oh my god," Mom gasped. "You two were almost caught. Your Aunt said she heard strange noises in here. I had to tell them that you had a bruised rib from a recent skiing trip. They believed it."

The siblings stood frozen as Mom frantically approached them, while they were still exposed after having finished fucking.

Sara pulled her skirt down and stood upright. "Mom, you shouldn't be here."

"We have a party to host," Mom countered. "And the noises you two have been making are just unacceptable!"

Dylan blushed, with his penis still out. "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry," Mom replied. "Just get yourself cleaned up. These smells are potent, and the last thing we need is for anyone to smell them."

"There's plenty of tissue," Sara noted, reached over for a tissue box.

Mom shook her head. "No, that won't do. I can smell both of you. The fragrance is strong, since you're both young. If you walk down the hall, others may smell it."

"Then what do you suggest?" Dylan asked, with fluids almost dripping from his cock.

Mom sighed. "The things I'd do for my family."

The siblings were both frozen in place, stunned, as Mom dropped to her knees.

Sara was in awe of her Mother, who lifted her dress and immediately went to work eating her pussy. It was her first time being eaten by another woman, and it was spectacular. All Sara could do was close her eyes and tilt her head back, as the cum cocktail was being sucked out of her little hole. Mom buried her face in that little hole to lap the mingled juices in her messy pussy.

It was the pleasure Sara never knew she needed. Mom darted her tongue inside her trembling daughter, cleaning every inch and centimeter, as far deep as she could go. When she was satisfied that Sara's cunt was cleaned, she pulled away, giving her daughter a brief visual inspection and nodded to herself.

"You're so good at that, Mom," Sara whispered.

"Not that you ever should have known," Mom said, licking her lips and gulping it all down. "Dylan, you're next."

Dylan happily stepped forward. "Whatever you say, Mom."

In an instance, Mom turned her oral attention to the wet cock in front of her, taking it into her mouth to suck away all the excess cum that lingered. It was more of a maternal duty than anything else. But it was just as explicit as any porn scene. Her lips wrapped around the shaft and she took the whole thing in her mouth, giving hard and powerful sucks.

As she watched her mother go down on her brother, naughty thoughts had arisen in Sara's mind: 'There it is. Here's your chance. Mom deserves a little relief. And I could use a taste. It bet she's delicious right now.'

Sara got on her knees, right behind her Mother, and lifted the back of her dress. She pulled the panties to the side and pressed her lips there, making Mom squeal for a moment.

"What's gotten into you?" Mom asked, spitting the cock out of her mouth. "Haven't you had enough?"

Sara just darted her tongue in her Mom's asshole, then brought her tongue down to get a quick taste of pussy, lapping her tongue inside. Mom seemed rather aroused (and tasted like it too.)

When she sat upright, she brought her lips to her Mother and they swapped a quick cum-filled kiss. Mom was hesitant at first, but went along with it and their tongues wrestled with family fluids.

After a few moments, Mom gently broke the kiss with her daughter and touched Sara's cheek tenderly. She gave Dylan a kiss on the tip and stood, gently pulling Sara up with her.

"Alright, my two darlings, that's enough," Mom said, running her fingers through her own hair. "Get dressed you two. Downstairs in one minute."

The siblings dressed quickly, checking each other for any telltale signs of their incestuous coupling. Neither of them minded the saliva as they wore their clothes. It would dry soon enough. Dylan was content with just pulling his pants up. Meanwhile, the ladies shared the mirror and fixed their dresses and hair, not to mention making sure their lipstick hadn't been smeared.

"Okay, let's go you two," Mom said, carting the siblings to the door and down the hall, guiding them to the stairs.

Sara whispered in her brother's ear. "Sorry about that. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"There's nothing to apologize for," he replied. "But sure, anything you want."

She winked at him as they returned to the family party.

After...

Dr. Ledgard put the final touches on the report while sitting in the lab. Other researchers were there, monitoring heart activities and brainwaves from their two subjects.

In a glass room, which the researchers were focused on, Sara was riding her brother on a bed they had set up. The siblings were both naked as they had intense sexual intercourse with lust-fueled abandon. They were bashful at first, as anyone in that situation would be, but once they got started, they were unstoppable.

"You're a genius," General Hamilton said as he observed the vigor of the youthful coupling. "Just like I expected. I had faith in you and it looks like a job well done. I'm recommending you for a promotion and a generous pay raise."

"I don't do this for the money," Dr. Ledgard replied.

"No? Then what do you do it for?"

"Knowledge," the doctor responded, looking at the incestuous coupling once again.

The siblings finished their strenuous loving-making session and Sara had collapsed onto her brother, with her breasts resting on his face. Her pink nipples were hard and the brother took it upon himself to suck on each of them.

When the researchers called for an end to the live session, Sara climbed off her brother, and a trail of thick fluids leaked from her legs. Reaching between her legs, Sara scooped the warm liquids between her buzzing cunt and sucked her fingers clean.

Sara knelt before her brother and cleaned him with her mouth and tongue. According to the daily reports that Sara and her brother had submitted, this was something of a daily ritual for them. Foreplay, sex, and an 'oral cleanup.' Their mother, it seemed, had helped to ensure that everything was under control.

The End

474 Always Check Mom's Phone

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Son's Perspective: Naked Office Selfies

Because of generous subsidies from the government, our law firm was able to provide free legal assistance to small businesses in need. It was our way of helping people get their lives back on track after the statewide lockdown.

For some extra background, let me tell you this; my mother is a partner at this law firm. She's exactly the kind of person you'd imagine when thinking of a legal professional. Sharply dressed, intelligent, and well-spoken.

I was recently hired to perform smaller tasks after graduating law school and passing the Bar exam (on my second attempt). But now, in addition to writing case briefs and doing legal research, I was also involved with new hirings.

As mom put it, "It's going to be hectic around here and I really need your help. I'm going to give you access to my office email and we'll be working closely together. Think of this as a promotion!"

She gave me access to her email account and she'd leave her phone on her desk whenever she had a meeting. We shared the same large office space, so trading information was easy.

One day, mom notified me of a job applicant she wanted me to look at; a former Assistant District Attorney who later became a corporate lawyer. This person had a wealth of knowledge when it comes to dealing with government bureaucracy, which is what we needed.

As mom explained, "She's a good friend of mine. She'll definitely be working here, but I want you to go through all the formalities of the hiring process so you get more experience."

I conducted an hour-long job interview with a woman named Amira. She had a lot in common with my mother. They were both the same age and had the same impeccable dedication to the legal profession.

The job interview went as expected. Basic questions and she gave me thorough answers. I was surprised by how attractive she was and by how clinical she remained. Every time she spoke, it was like she was in a courtroom giving a deposition.

When the interview was almost done, she finally relaxed a bit.

"What's it like working with your mother?" Amira asked with a slight crinkling of her nose and gleam in her eyes.

It was the first time in the job interview that she expressed any sort of positive human emotion, aside from the initial smile from when we first met.

"Great," I replied humorously. "She knows a lot and she's got a ton of experience. I'm learning something new everyday."

She looked amused. "Sorry, I meant what's it like working for your own mother. Meaning, is there any awkward tension? Any arguments spilling over from home? It seems like the plot of a sitcom, if you don't mind me saying."

"Ah, that. Yeah, we get asked about that a lot. The truth is, there's no way in hell that I could have gotten a job like this without my mom's help. So I'm not complaining about anything."

"Don't be hard on yourself," she said politely. "You can fit in to any major law firm in this country."

"Thank you. Obviously I can say the same about you."

I gestured to her lengthy resume and she laughed.

"Fair point," she giggled. "I count my blessings daily."

"How long have you known my mom?" I asked.

Amira smiled and thought for a moment. "We met at a legal seminar, I believe two years ago in April. We were sitting at the same table at the convention hall and we sort of hit it off. We stayed in touch ever since."

"Oh yeah, I remember mom going to that event."

We had more banter, before hitting an awkward silence.

"What happens next?" she asked.

"Well, obviously you already have the job. But sticking with formalities, I'll need your references and consent to do a background check."

"Is your mother making you do all this?"

"Yep. For practice. She enjoys mentoring me."

Amira nodded. "That's good. Your mother is an extremely thorough woman. I love that about her. It's why I wanted to provide my time and expertise to this law firm. Because your mother is doing something positive and I want to assist."

A few days later, I was alone in the private office that I shared with mom, sifting through internship applications. Everything was routine.

Then mom's phone beeped. By that point, I was accustomed to scooting over to mom's desk from the wheels on my chair and checking her phone.

Mom had sent Amira an email with the heading Congratulations! and this was the reply. Mom authorized me to check all of her business related emails and then to mark them as 'unread' so she could view them later.

Clicking open the message, I read the email, Re: Congratulations!

Hi Joan,

I'm so glad your background check hadn't unearthed any major secrets about me (joke!).

My record is indeed perfect. And I'm thrilled to join your firm. It was great meeting your son along with the rest of your colleagues. I'm certain we can help a lot of people during these difficult times. That's what this career is all about, right?

As a token of my gratitude, here are old 3 pictures of me from when I used to work at the DA's office years ago. I know how much it turns you on that I was a prosecutor.

kiss kiss,

Amira

There were 3 files attached to the email.

Naturally, it struck me as bizarre that a consummate professional like Amira would talk about 'turn ons' and end an email with 'kiss kiss' to my mother. The tone of the email was far more informal than any of the conversations they had in the office.

I wondered if I should look at the pictures or not. Mom set a clear boundary that when I was on her phone, it was only for emails, nothing else. But then again, this was attached to a work-related message.

So I opened the first image.

To my shock, there was a crystal clear image of Amira taking a selfie of herself in her old office, sitting on top of her desk. She was wearing a nice suit with a bright smile on her face. What made the image so shocking was that her office skirt was hiked up and her thighs were visible.

The next image was of Amira's fingers gently lifting the front of her skirt. Her face wasn't in that picture. It was a close-up of her lower body and her bare crotch was showing. She was cleanly shaven and it was obvious what the final image would be.

Amira showed a close-up image of her pussy. The camera on her phone had been placed right between her legs for that shot. Her labia was dark, matching her complexion, but her entrance was a rosy shade of pink. She was wet and glistening. This was something she truly enjoyed doing.

With my mother coming back to the office at any moment, I deleted the pics and marked that email as unread, deciding that I wasn't going to say anything about this.

Naturally, the only question on my mind was, why the hell was Amira sending these pictures to my mother? Was it an accident? Or were they more than just friends? My mother is a known workaholic, as most people who become partners in major firms are. She enjoys the grind and long hours, and as a result, she hadn't dated much in the past several years. And when she did go on dates, it was with men, particularly other lawyers.

As I skimmed through mom's other recent correspondence with Amira, there was a clear flirtation between them. Even though I wasn't supposed to, I felt a strong urge to dig deeper.

I made sure I'd have privacy by checking through the glass wall. Mom wasn't in sight. Then I did something I thought I'd never do, which was to open mom's picture gallery. Like any modern woman, my mother takes a fair amount of pictures with her phone. Sometimes it's work related, sometimes it's ordinary.

As expected, the first row of pictures were of legal documents and food cooked by her friends (they often traded pictures of their cooking and shared recipes).

Scrolling down, it hit me.

Mom took a scantily-clad selfie of herself in the bathroom in this building. Her blouse was undone and her black bra was showing. It was a sheer bra, and I could faintly see the color of her nipples. Unable to resist, I zoomed in and saw that her nipples were dark pink.

Quickly sifting through her private images, mom's picture gallery was a mixture of business, personal, and her secret sexual side. One image would be a billing statement, the next would be a close-up of mom's panties in the office. Sifting further, there'd be more crystal clear images of mom's bra and/or panties in this office, in between pictures of food.

Sifting further into the gallery, I saw it. Mom's breasts. They were beautifully shaped globes with large pink nipples. Her face was in the same selfie, which she had taken right here in her office while her top was open. She was expressionless in the picture, which made it all the more sexier.

Delving deeper, I saw a picture of mom's pussy, with the phone having been placed in between her legs, underneath the desk. She used one hand to hold the phone, and another hand to pull her panties aside. Her pussy was pink and wet, with curly pubic hairs surrounding her entrance. In the next picture, two of her fingers were plunged inside of her vaginal canal.

There were also more downloaded pictures of Amira in the mixture. Like my mother, Amira enjoyed taking pictures of herself and her body parts while at work. But unlike my mother, Amira was much more brazen, taking scandalous pictures throughout the workplace when no one was there. I also saw her breasts and dark nipples.

Was this mom's secret fetish? Was this why she was such good friends with Amira? Was this something they bonded over?

My mind was swirling and I knew I could never look at mom the same way, at least in the office. No one would guess that a professional woman like my mom could have a phone filled with dirty pictures taken in the office, let alone trading pictures with a fellow lawyer.

Not wanting to get caught, I put the phone down and went back to work. It was best to pretend that none of this ever happened, but I knew that would be impossible.

Mom's Perspective: Admission Indulgence

Joan remained in the conference room after a meeting with the partners and associates of the firm. She was gathering her laptop and documents from the presentation she had given while the others had left.

As she had anticipated, Amira hung around with a smile, and they both stood at the front of the room while Joan closed her laptop. They were standing near the window where there was a beautiful view of the downtown skyline.

"You seemed a little off your game," Amira casually noted.

"Did I?"

"This is our first time working together, but I could tell something was on your mind. Stress? Or is it something else?"

Joan folded her laptop's power cord. "I'm 95% sure my son knows."

"About?"

"You know, this," Joan said, gesturing towards the hem of her office skirt and giving it a slight lift to expose her thigh for a second.

Amira's eyes narrowed and her nose crinkled. "Oh my."

"Yep. I'm starting to think that hiring my own son was a mistake. It was supposed to be every mother's dream. I get to spend all my time with him, mentor him, keep a watchful eye on him."

"You're still doing all of those things. That's the hallmark of any great mother."

Joan shrugged. "I gave him limited access to my phone since the lockdown ended. I figured it would streamline our workflow, but you can guess how I think it's turned out."

"Oh!" Amira said, this time with a wry smile.

"You're not supposed to take enjoyment in that," Joan playfully rebuked.

"I'm not?"

"No, you're definitely not."

Amira lifted an eyebrow. "I'll be the judge of that. Tell me more."

"I'm sure you get the idea. I noticed subtle changes in him. Most young men think they're sneaky, but a mother always knows. It's a maternal instinct that men never know that women possess."

"So I've heard. Any direct evidence of his knowledge?"

"Take my word for it. I'm pretty sure he saw what was on my phone, even though I expressly told him what the boundaries were."

"Let's suppose that's true," Amira opined after some deep thought. "Suppose your son stumbled across your secret collection. What's the harm?"

Joan pursed her lips. "Okay, now you've officially lost your mind."

"No, I'm serious. What's the harm in your son knowing?"

"I think you need your Bar license re-examined."

"For the sake of argument, this might be a good thing," Amira said with a sly confidence.

Joan's jaw nearly dropped. "You can't be serious."

"Think about it. You don't have to hide it anymore. Your work and personal life would both be easier."

"Of all the things you've made me do, this might be our first actual fight. Or would that turn you on, too?"

Amira laughed. "We'll get to that. For now, give me your panties."

In an instant, Joan's eyes scanned the glass walls of the conference room. There were only a few people in sight, and as expected, they were busy with their workload. Then her eyes darted to the window, towards the office building across the street. The other building was still closed on most floors, but some businesses had already re-opened.

Turning her attention back to her friend, Joan reached underneath her skirt and slid her black panties down to her heels. She stepped out of them and handed it to Amira, who gladly accepted the offering.

"A welcoming gift," Joan said, pushing it deep into her friend's hand.

Amira tucked the panties into her blazer pocket. "Sit down and face the window."

"Do I have a choice?"

"You never do."

Hearing those words sent a rush of blood to her vagina. She loved surrendering control to a rightful person. So she sat down on the chair at the end of the table and scooted a little closer to the window.

"Is this what you want?" Joan asked, allowing her legs to spread a little further.

"Skirt up. Two fingers in. We'll see if anyone in the other building is lucky enough to catch a glimpse of this."

"That would make their day, I'm sure."

Joan pulled her skirt up and her bare butt was rested on the fancy chair. She plunged two fingers and fingered her pussy. All while Amira occasionally glanced around to make sure no one would catch them. Because in their secret games, neither of them wanted to get caught. Both of them had too much to lose.

They loved the secrecy of this. They were respectable and upright women who got amazing rushes from these sorts of exhibitionist acts in the office. It was something they had in common besides their education and status.

"Tell me what to think about," Joan said in a low voice, digging her fingers in deeper.

"You already know."

"Really? Are you still serious about that?"

Amira licked her lower lip. "Imagine being on your knees, underneath a desk, giving your son oral. A sweet, loving kind. But fast enough so that neither of you would get caught."

"That's so, so bad."

Allowing her mind to wander towards this heinous idea, Joan pleasured herself. In all honesty, this wasn't her first time masturbating while thinking about her son. But it was the first time that she did so with the possibility that it could happen.

She knew that Amira was an unstoppable force. Together, they pushed each other's boundaries to new sexual heights. Deep down, she knew it would only be a matter of time before Amira's wishes came true and she was made to orally pleasure her own son.

While masturbating in front of the window, she imagined herself on her knees, sucking her son's dick so lovingly with her head bobbing. Her eyes scanned the other building for voyeurs. None so far. She kept on rubbing while her mind wandered to these dark places. The image of her mouth flooding with cum was so vivid she could almost taste it.

"I'm close," Joan moaned, rubbing faster.

Amira looked to make sure no one in the office was watching. "Go on, cum. This is something I need a record of. It's too intense."

While bringing herself to an orgasm, she spread her legs further so that Amira could get on her knees and take pictures of this. Joan's pussy was drenched and her fingers were drilling herself. The sight of Amira holding a phone to her pussy was exciting. She loved the focused expression on Amira's face, who was trying to capture the perfect images.

When she came, she watched Amira take several pictures at various angles and distances. This would be a picture collection for the ages because it was their first time playing together at the firm.

After the orgasm coated her fingers, Joan giggled at the absurdity of the moment and pulled her office skirt down, in case anyone were to walk by. Amira also stood upright and tried to act natural.

"You see," Amira said with a smirk. "You did what I said. And the result speaks for itself."

"As if you know what I'm thinking when I masturbate."

Amira gestured towards Joan's crotch. "Your orgasm was different today. You became wet faster. And the look on your face was conflicted, which made you so much more aroused."

"Maybe, maybe not," Joan said playfully. "I decline to state what I was thinking about. But thank you."

Amira leaned down and put her hands on the armrest. "I know you thought about your son while you came. Let's make a deal. If you send me blowjob pictures of you and him, then I'll send you pictures of me sucking off a partner at this firm."

They were almost face to face and Joan could see that Amira was dead serious about this offer. This was something that lit a fire under Amira. Frankly, this fantasy did a number on both of them.

"You're going to suck off a partner at this firm?" Joan asked, knowing it would probably happen.

"I've never done anything sexual with a colleague. But if we're going to play games, then let's play games. I'm only going to be at this firm for a while, so we might as well make the best of it."

Joan sucked in a breath of air. "I would masturbate until the end of time to pictures of you sucking cock."

"So you'll think about it?" Amira asked with an eyebrow raised.

"I already have. Why do you think I came so fast?"

She watched Amira become breathless for a moment.

As she sat at her desk the next day, watching her son work diligently on his computer, she wondered if Amira had a point. To her, Amira was a goddess of body and mind. Amira was a woman who could do no wrong.

"You've become faster with writing memos," she observed.

He stopped typing. "It gets easier, thankfully, but god it's boring."

This was all Joan could think about. From last night until now, whenever she had a moment of free time, this crossed her mind. The ultimate sexual perversion. It did excite her when she thought about it last night in bed, but she resisted the urge to masturbate. Some things are better left untouched, she had thought.

But now, as she looked at her son's tired eyes, the idea seemed better and better. If anyone deserved oral relief in this law firm, it was definitely her son. She had put him through the wringer. She gave him a workload that was probably too much in hindsight because she had treated him like a lawyer, instead of a novice.

Perhaps it was time to give an early bonus? She pushed that thought away.

"It's okay to have a break," she said casually. "You look a little tired. If you want to play Starcraft 2 on your computer, go ahead."

He laughed. "I never thought you'd encourage me to play video games, especially at work."

"You've earned it. I'm proud of you. I mean that."

"Thanks mom," he replied, appreciating the gratitude. "Honestly, I'm too embarrassed to play games here. Someone would walk by and look through the glass and see what's on my screen."

"Does that embarrass you? Would you feel like less of a lawyer?"

"Basically, yeah. Wouldn't you feel the same way if you saw a lawyer playing video games during work hours?"

"How about my phone then?" she asked, as if the words had accidentally slipped out of her mouth, rather than actually spoken.

For a moment, he looked dumbfounded, and Joan made a snap decision to keep her poker face, instead of changing the subject. She decided on keeping a face that she used in a courtroom, serious and straight-forward.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

She took a deep breath. "I'm not upset, but I know you saw the contents of my phone. I'm not mad. It was my fault."

"What?" he gulped.

"I can tell you're nervous. You know exactly what I'm talking about. Like I said, I'm not mad."

"That was an accident," he confessed. "I checked Amira's email and she had those pictures attached."

"Figures. And it was completely my fault, and I feel horrible about it."

"I'll stop looking through your phone," he blushed.

"No, our workflow is great. I don't want to disrupt anything. Actually... maybe..."

"What is it?"

She forced the words out of her mouth. "Did you look at my picture gallery?"

The expression on her son's face said it all. There was no denying what the answer was and a silence lingered in the office for a moment.

"Sorry," he replied.

Joan picked up her phone and walked over to her son, who looked like he was expecting a deadly slap across the face. Instead, she had other ideas. She opened her gallery and spent a few moments scrolling down.

Then she handed the phone to her son.

"That's my favorite picture," she said. "I had never felt so sexy, if I'm allowed to say that."

The image was of herself taking a selfie while her blouse was open and her nipples and breasts had been lifted out of a bra. Her pink nipples were fully erect and her face was stoic in the picture. It was taken in the lobby of the firm in the early hours before anyone else had arrived, and she was standing next to the firm logo on the wall.

As expected, her son feasted his eyes on the image.

"Why are you showing this to me?" he asked, eyes still on the screen.

She felt her heart pounding. "Partly because I'm extremely proud of how you've adjusted to a professional office. Partly because this is an early bonus. And... maybe I'll explain the rest when we get home. But for now, keep a lookout, okay? My reputation would be ruined if anyone saw this."

"You're acting suspicious," he said.

"That's because I've never sucked a dick in the office before, much less yours. Now keep an eye out, okay? If we get caught, I'll probably be kicked out of the firm and lose my law license for doing this with you."

Before either of them could mentally process anything or weigh the ramifications of what was happening, Joan gracefully got down on her knees. She scooted underneath her son's desk, just in case anyone were to look from outside. This little bit of extra privacy could make all the difference in the world.

She reached to undo her son's pants and didn't receive any resistance at all. As much fortitude she had as a lawyer, she couldn't bring herself to look her son in the eyes at this critical moment. But if she had, she was certain there'd be a look of confusion and arousal on his face.

Undoing her son's pants, her fingers grazed against a penis which seemed moderately stiff. When she used her fingers to reach inside and pull the cock out, it immediately sprang to life and turned erect while she held it.

This was her first time seeing her adult son's erection. Joan was swept away by the sight. It was impressive by any metric. But this was her son's. Her own creation. This came from her body at one point, now she was going to use it sexually.

Refusing to think about her actions any further, Joan was a woman possessed by sex, as she was whenever she had taken those naughty pictures in the office. She gave in to her darkest desires as she often did. It was her release from a stressful and busy life.

She took the penis into her mouth and felt her son twitch. She could hear groaning when she worked her vacuum-like mouth. She knew how to suck a dick and make a man feel good. It was something she had always been good at. Plus she had studied from plenty of online material on how to suck dick, applying the same work ethic she used to score high on the LSAT and Bar exam.

With her knees resting comfortably on the floor, Joan's head bobbed up and down. Occasionally, her lips would kiss the shaft and her tongue would give deep strokes from the balls to the tip. She swirled her tongue around the shaft too, before giving it hard sucks.

"I can't last much longer," he gleefully groaned after a while. "No one can. This... is... amazing."

Joan's heart filled with a perverse sense of maternal pride that she was giving her son these primal sensations. She worked her mouth harder. She bobbed faster. And she stroked the shaft with her right hand, which always did the trick for men.

Spitting the cock out for a moment, she said, "Use my phone and take pictures of this. I want this documented for my secret records."

"But... mom... you're... you're..."

"Giving you a blowjob? I know. I want the image of it and I'll explain everything later."

When she saw the phone being hesitantly raised in front of her face, Joan sucked the tip of the hard penis while looking at the camera. She couldn't smile if she tried. Nerves had taken over. Their relationship would never be the same and this was by far the most perverted thing she had ever imagined doing.

After the first picture, she looked away to spare herself the added humiliation. She went back to sucking and focused on making her son spray into her mouth, which she could feel was building up. She heard more moaning and felt more blood rushing into the cock.

"I'm going to cum," he whispered.

Perfect, she thought. Exactly as she had imagined, her mouth was flooded by the cum of her pent up son. Overworking him had its benefits, as it turned out. Relief was needed and her mouth was exactly the thing that did the trick.

The unique flavor of male cum was squirting onto her tongue and she struggled to gulp it all down. A few shots even hit the back of her throat. She kept sucking and swirling her tongue around it, while noticing that through the corner of her eye, the phone was still close to her face taking even more pictures. The images must have been glorious, she thought. Especially as a few drops of cum managed to leak from her lips, down the shaft.

Finally, the eruption ended and the penis was immediately losing steam. It turned flaccid in her mouth and she kept sucking. When it became totally soft, she let it fall out of her mouth and she gave the tip sweet kisses, even knowing that her son was taking more intimate pictures of this.

When she looked up at her son -- dazed from the orgasm -- she felt as though she had returned normalcy to his life. As if her cocksucking had cured all the stresses of working in a busy law firm. And she was right. She hadn't seen her son this relaxed in a very long time.

"You obviously enjoyed that," she said, licking her lips clean.

His attention shifted to outside the office. "Oh shit, I think I hear footsteps."

Quickly crawling out from under the desk, Joan got back to her feet and rushed towards her own desk, while using the back of her hand to wipe her mouth clean. Before sitting down, she swiftly went back to her son to retrieve her phone. She was desperate to see how it all looked.

Amira's Perspective: Office Toys

It was something out of her wildest dreams. Something she never thought she could ever make happen. Being able to cajole a mother into sucking her son's dick was the pinnacle of her sexual history. The fact that the mother was a highly-respected lawyer who did it in the office only made things more delicious.

Amira lost track of how many times she had looked at the pictures on her phone. She looked at the images all the time. There were 31 pictures total, thanks to the generous picture-taking of the son.

In exchange, she seduced and sucked off one of the partners of the firm and sent those pictures to Joan. She never spoke of the incest to anyone, of course. Secrecy is a big part of the game and she was an expert player.

Because her office was at the end of the hall, she had more leeway to play her dirty games. As a former prosecutor, she was used to wielding enormous power over people. But this was a different kind of power.

The night before, she had texted Joan, telling her to wear stockings, high heels, and a sheer bra. She also told Joan not to wear any panties underneath a small office skirt.

Showing up at exactly 10 am, as instructed, Joan was visibly nervous for what had been planned. The desk was cleared and the door was left open. She told Joan to lay flat on the table so that her legs would be at the edge. As expected, the law partner obliged.

Amira unbuttoned Joan's blouse and pulled the front cups of the bra down to expose the nipples completely. The pink nipples instantly turned erect from arousal.

At exactly 10:10 am, as requested, the son arrived at the office, having an idea of what was going to happen, but not exactly. Amira was filled with carnal delight seeing the shock on this young man's face, as she held mom's legs open to give a perfect view of a perfect pussy.

"You might want to close the door," Amira said, holding Joan's ankles apart. "I have a feeling things could get loud in here, given your sensational cock and your mother's wet pussy."

She took enjoyment in seeing the fear and confusion on the son's face. Looking down, she saw the same reaction on Joan's face. This was going to be a mother/son fucking, after all. How else are they supposed to react?

But as she expected, the son squirmed from what must have been a growing erection, and the mother's pussy released a pleasant aroma of female arousal. Oh yes, they were ready to fuck.

The son closed the door and cautiously walked over to mom's pussy. Amira smiled and held Joan's legs open.

"Take your cock out and fuck," Amira said. "Your mother has a meeting in an hour and she needs to be fresh."

The young man looked down and unzipped himself, revealing an erection which throbbed harder than the blowjob he had previously gotten. He took his erection and pointed it towards mom's pussy, making Amira squirm with delight for what was about to happen.

Slipping in easily from the natural lubrication and wetness, the young man buried his dick inside and slowly started to fuck. Then it became faster when they could no longer hold their desires. Joan fucked him back with bucks of her rocking hips.

Amira's eyes widened as she observed the incest, holding Joan's legs open and seeing the sexual carnage. The room was filled with moaning and wet slapping sounds from the hot fuck. She could see the young man gritting his teeth as his lust turned uncontrollable, thrusting harder and harder. She could see the shock on mom's face that this was happening, with pink nipples that looked impossibly erect.

"I... I'm going to cum," he whimpered, as if in disbelief that he was doing this to his mother.

Amira answered. "In your mother's pussy, sweety. She has already agreed to keep your cum inside of her for the rest of this workday."

Hearing that honest admission sent him over the edge and he grunted, filling mom's pussy with hot cum. Amira let go of an ankle and used her free hand to rub Joan's clitoris, so mother and son would cum at the same time. It worked after several quick rubs.

She was making Joan orgasm while her pussy was overflowing with thick globs of white cum. She watched as excess semen dripped from the folds of Joan's thin labia, leaking onto the desk.

When it was over, the young man was left panting, in disbelief over what he had just done, and where he had just cum. The look on Joan's face was much the same, laying her head down on the desk for much needed rest.

Amira bent down to suck on Joan's still-erect nipples, giving each of them a tender kiss and long suck.

"I'm... I'm sorry, mom," he said, with his soft penis still inside the pussy.

Joan gulped for air. "Don't be sorry. I enjoyed it. A lot. I know you did too."

Pulling her mouth away, Amira got her phone and took a few pictures of the cum-filled aftermath of a cream pie. She listened to the shy and soft banter between mother/son and she thought it was amusing. These pictures were now the crown jewel of her secret collection.

When she got what she wanted, she helped Joan back to her feet and gave her nipples several more kisses, before kissing her full on the mouth, which was yet another treat for the son to watch.

475 Are You Sure About This?

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The whole thing started when a neighbor accidentally made a noise loud enough to wake me up. It was late at night and I noticed the house lights were still on through the bottom of the door. 'Odd,' I thought to myself. My mother is never up late.

For some context, my mother had been single for most of my high school days. During my second year at college, she finally made the big announcement that she was a lesbian. It was a shock, but I was happy for her. Hey, it's 2017 and people can be who they want to be. It wasn't much later that mom introduced me to Angela, her girlfriend. They were both roughly the same age, early 40's, and they were the perfect match for each other, despite the fact that mom was a domesticated woman, and Angela was a sporty, outgoing woman. Their differences actually complemented each other quite well.

At this point, it seemed obvious that the two ladies were still out after dinner (or whatever they were doing now), so I decided to go to the living room to make sure the light to the front door was on.

When I left my bedroom and headed down the stairs, I heard something. A faint, unmistakable noise. My assumption was wrong. They were definitely home. But my curiosity was roused by what I was hearing, and for reasons unknown to me, I had to see it. All I had to do was take a few steps forward, down the stairs, and my curiosity would be fulfilled for the night.

There I saw my highly educated and respectable mother on her knees with her face buried in Angela's crotch as Angela reclined on the couch.

My mother was topless. Her sweater and bra were neatly placed on the same couch that Angela was sitting on. From my angle, I could only see mom's pale white back and the side of one of her breasts. And the only thing I could see of her breast was that it sagged while she was leaning forward.

Angela, on the other hand, was only naked from the waist down. Her jeans and panties were tossed on the floor leaving her muscular thighs and vagina exposed for mom's consumption. She was leaning back on the couch with her eyes closed, softly moaning, enjoying the pleasure she was receiving as she ran her fingers through mom's hair.

She opened her eyes to watch my mom's tongue lapping over her labia and clitoris; seeing the control she had over her. I could even hear the slurping and sucking sounds that my mother was making between her legs.

It didn't take long for Angela to catch me in the corner of her eyes and turn her full attention towards me. We were both in a state of utter surprise; I caught them in the middle of a sex act in the house, and she caught me spying on the lesbian act.

We both froze for a brief moment. I didn't know how to react, and by the look on her face, neither did she. And of course, my mother was completely oblivious to all of this as she continued her work on the vagina splayed in front of her. I had a strong urge to just turn around run back to my room, but that would mean making enough noise for my mother to know I was there.

Suddenly, a small grin appeared on Angela's face along with a lustful gleam in her eyes. My watching them was now making her even more aroused than she already was! It was the final act of sexual dominance she already had over my mother. It was as if Angela was getting off knowing that I was witnessing my mother being degraded in such a manner that a woman of her stature should never experience.

She whispered gently to my mother, "That's it. Lick it faster. I'm almost there."

Mom listened as she quickened the movements of her tongue and mouth. Angela's breaths became deeper as she started squirming where she sat. She leaned back on the couch and closed her eyes once again. She was clearly approaching an orgasm. She was cumming, and in my mother's mouth of all places.

Angela shivered for a few moments before her body eventually settled down. She laid there, enjoying the bliss she was feeling, before sitting up and giving my mother a big kiss on the mouth.

With that, I quietly made my exit back to my bedroom.

That night marked the first time that I had ever masturbated thinking about mom. I couldn't help it. I found myself overwhelmed with the taboo of watching her be used for sexual pleasure and knowing she enjoyed every second of it. Before that, I had never seen or heard her in any sexual setting. It was as if she had been sexless and a perfect example of morality. But all of that had changed now and I could never look at her in the same way. And that's what made it so exciting.

It became a dark little secret that only Angela and I knew about. She would wink at me as she kissed my mother, mom oblivious to me watching, as if to tease me, flaunt their love life in my face, and remind me of that fateful night. Her efforts were unnecessary though; the sight of them in the middle of a sex act was something I wouldn't have forgotten anyways.

A month later, news of a possible sudden storm cut short a camping trip my friends and I had been planning. It wasn't that big of a deal, it simply meant that instead of arriving home Sunday night, I would be home really early Sunday morning.

I noticed Angela's car parked in the driveway after my friend dropped me off. I didn't think much of it since it was in the morning and they might have been planning on going out someplace together. But then again, they were expecting to have the place all to themselves, since I didn't want to wake my mother with an early morning text, so who knows what they could have been up to.

I grabbed my things from the car and made my way through the front door, not knowing if I would be walking in on the middle or something or not.

The house was filled with silence as I walked in. Then, I saw her. Angela was completely naked in the kitchen as she came to check on the sound of me entering. We both stood there for a moment with the same deer-in-the-headlights look in each of our faces from this surprise.

I couldn't help but admire her beautifully formed athletic body for the brief seconds it took her to grab the nearest apron and use it to cover herself. She had the perfect balance of muscle tone and curves which kept her feminine appeal. Her breasts looked like perfectly shaped C cups with large brown nipples. Her vagina was cleanly shaven making her large labia clearly visible from where she stood.

"What are you doing here?" she asked in a scolding manner, while trying to keep her voice down at the same time. "Your mother said you weren't going to be back until tonight."

"The weather forced us to come back earlier," I replied. "Jeez, I didn't think I'd need permission to come back to my own home."

"Keep it down, your mother is upstairs..."

With Angela's naked state, it was obvious what she was doing with mom upstairs. The very thought made the mood even more awkward.

"I'll just come back later," I whispered back.

That same sexual grin Angela had on her face a month ago when I saw them on the couch reappeared on her face.

"On second thought, why don't you stay for a while? I was about to bring some food to use in the bedroom. But I think bringing you instead might be a little more fun, don't you think?"

I was stunned by what she had just proposed. She had just invited me to bed with her and my own mother! My mind started racing with all the possibilities that might occur. But I couldn't do it. Fantasy is one thing, real life is something else.

"You... wait a minute... you can't be serious about this..." I stammered, staring at her wide-eyed.

"You think I'm teasing you? Well here's your tease," she said, and without a hint of warning, she dropped the apron covering her body and exposed herself completely to me. "Get a good look. I've seen the way you've been looking at us after that night you caught her eating my pussy. And it's definitely not how a son is supposed to look at his mom. So let's quit wasting time standing around and get right to it."

"I... can't... and you know it would never work. She will freak out the moment she sees me in the room. I know my mother and she would never go for it."

"She's blindfolded," Angela replied with a sexy tone of voice, while maintaining that grin. "She's blindfolded and masturbating with a vibrator right now, warming up until I get back. We usually do nasty stuff like this at my place, but since you went camping, we thought it would be fun to do this in her bedroom for once. It's a nice change of scenery for our sex life. And you telling me that 'you can't' because 'it would never work' is much different from saying that 'you won't.' So like I said, cut the bullshit, I know you're interested."

"Fine, I'll admit it, I'm interested in fucking my mom. Is that what you want to hear? And what do you get out of this anyways? That's what I don't understand."

She pinched me on the cheek and said, "Women enjoy incest too."

And by the playful look in her eyes and tone in her voice, she meant it.

We were both naked as she held my hand and led me up the stairs to a sight that I never thought I would ever see in my life; my naked mother, blindfolded on the bed and masturbating with a vibrator. There were also other sex toys on the bed which were placed in the area between my mother's wide open legs. They included a strap-on and what looked like anal beads and lube among other things.

My mother spoke in a concerned tone as we entered the room, asking Angela, "Who were you talking to? Was someone at the door or were you on the phone?"

"I brought someone for you," Angela replied, walking towards my mother as I waited by the door. "His name is 'Joe.' He's a friend of mine."

"You did what!?" my mother yelled as she pulled the vibrator out and attempted to pull off her blindfold.

Angela forcefully grabbed my mother's wrist and warned her, "Don't you dare pull that blindfold off. This isn't over until I say it is. And right now, I say we're just getting started."

I watched my mom accept what was happening and end her fight. I had no idea how sexually submissive my mother was to Angela, and frankly, it was really hot to see their relationship like that.

Angela continued, "Remember how you would always tell me that your cunt belonged to me? Well I decide how it gets used, and today, I've invited my friend over so he could fuck you. So just relax and we'll have some fun."

There was a pause and I saw my mother's lips trembling. Her legs were squirming from nervousness, and maybe even arousal.

"... Okay, fine..." my apparently submissive mother replied.

Angela held out her hand to me, signaling for me to walk over to the bed where I got an extremely intimate look at my mother's nakedness. Her body looked soft and thin, yet she still had her womanly curves around her hips and thighs. She also had a large patch of pubic hair as well. Her breasts looked like B cups and had large pink nipples which were hard from being exposed for so long.

She placed my open hand on top of my mom's foot and I wrapped my fingers around it. My mother didn't react to my touch at first, she just laid there, not knowing what to expect. Angela continued leading me forward, dragging my hand across my mother's legs in the process. My hand continued rubbing across her body up to her crotch, brushing against her pubic hair and up to her breasts where I started to feel her tense up with sexual excitement. Angela let go of me and used both of her hands to gently pull my mother to get her to sit upright on the side of the bed.

I felt an unbelievable level of power over my mom which had caused my penis to become fully erect. I could now do all of the nasty things I had been fantasizing about doing to my mother over the past few months. But most importantly, she would never know that it was me - her son.

The line which no family members should ever cross with each other had been exceeded as I bent down to kiss my mom full on the lips. Mom's lips felt soft as they always had been whenever she kissed me on the cheek or forehead. She was cautious with her mouth at first, limiting this kiss with just her lips. But as I began to rub her back and shoulders, she opened her mouth wide open for me and we were able to use our tongues on each other, discovering what we both tasted like. It was clear that she was really starting to open up and enjoy this whole experience as she started to let out soft moans in between our kisses. The frequency of her moans increased as I used my hand to play with one of her big nipples and roll it around in my fingers.

"Your cock looks nice and hard 'Joe', why don't you have her give it a few licks for you?" Angela said as she moved to the other side of the bed. "She's great with her tongue and mouth. Oh yes, this woman loves to suck."

I did as Angela suggested, breaking the kiss and standing up straight so that my hard cock was right in front of my mother's face. Mom knew exactly what was expected of her as she opened her mouth wide enough to give me an easy entrance.

That's when I did it; I pushed my crotch forward a few inches, just enough to insert my penis inside mom's mouth. She immediately closed her lips around me and started sucking the best she could in the position she was in. Angela was right, my mom had a great mouth and she really knew how to use it. Her tongue felt as soft as her lips did, but it was obviously much warmer and was soaking wet with her saliva.

She continued sucking my cock for a few moments as Angela got behind my mom and started massaging her breasts and kissing her shoulder and neck. That really got my mother going as she started sucking even harder and faster. Mom also lifted her once reluctant hands from the bed and used them to rub my thighs and to eventually caress my balls and the base of my cock. At that moment, I was able to fully understand the sexual pleasure Angela was receiving the night I caught my mother eating pussy. I understood why Angela didn't want to stop my mother, even as I watched. The pleasure was too great. My mother definitely wasn't as prudish as she let on.

The sounds of my mother slurping on my cock came to an end when Angela said to me, "It would be a real shame if you came so soon without being able to do anything else with her. I'm sure that poor little cunt is in desperate need of some attention right now. She is a woman with needs after all..."

She continued by whispering in my mother's ear, telling her to lay on her back once again. Those instructions were followed by Angela giving my mom a wet tongue kiss which I had grown accustomed to seeing over the past few weeks.

I got on my knees and was able to get a great look at my mother's hairy vagina for the first time. The hair was light brown and curly and her thick labia was a darker shade of brown. I spread her vagina open to get a look at her large clitoris, as well as her insides which were pink. She responded to this by spreading her legs even further for me, inviting me to eat her pussy as Angela was busy sucking on her nipples and fondling her breasts.

I thought about how I was staring at the place where my life began. But I didn't want to think for too long, after all, my mom was waiting for me to please her. My tongue ran across her labia for a few strokes. Each lick was met with an equal reaction from her body. Then I started running my tongue through the pink insides of her vagina causing her to squirm. The same reaction happened as I began to suck on her clit.

I continued this for a few more moments until I wanted more. Mom's increasing moans to my tongue only fueled my desire to please her. I noticed some of the anal beads on the bed along with some lubrication, so I figured that was something that they enjoyed using on each other. I lowered my hands down to her butt cheeks and used my fingers to spread them apart, exposing her tiny brown anus to me.

Anal sex was something I was always fascinated with, but never had a chance to do with anyone. And now I had a chance to do it with this blindfolded woman laying in front of me. The fact that this blindfolded woman was my mother only amplified this fetish which I've had for as long as I could remember.

I slowly stuck my tongue out to anally pleasure a woman for the first time in my life. Feeling it on the tip of my tongue wasn't how I imagined it to be. It felt softer than I had expected. My tongue swirled around it a few times, feeling each and every line that it had. The more I swirled my tongue, the more she started to squirm, and I liked that. I took things even further as I forcefully plunged my tongue deep inside her anus. I swirled my tongue once again, but this time while inside her causing her to moan while Angela was still playing with my mom's breasts and kissing her. After having explored her most intimate of areas with my tongue, I then used my finger to probe and loosen up her rectum.

"Wait, not there," my mother said, addressing me for the very first time. "I've never had anything go that deep in that area..."

"...which is why now would be the perfect opportunity to change that, wouldn't it?" Angela interjected, with a highly sexual gleam in her eyes. "Go ahead 'Joe,' I want you to claim her there. She's never let me fuck her in that hole, so maybe she needs a real man to take care of that, wouldn't you say?"

Sex was one thing, but my heart started racing at the idea of sodomizing my own mother. I pulled my finger out of her anus and stood back up, unsure of exactly how to proceed with this. But I didn't need to wait long as Angela instructed me to pour some lube on my throbbing cock and inside her rectum. I did as she said before pressing the head of my cock against her lubricated anus. My mother used her hands to spread herself open down there as Angela had told her to. And even then, I still had a hard time entering her. She was that tight. I had to use my own fingers to spread her anus apart even further to insert my head in.

Mom's body immediately twitched as I pushed the tip of my cock in her anus. I continued pushing forward inside of her. Her body movements and the way she squeezed the bed sheet showed just how much pain she was in. But her gasps and moans showed how much pleasure she was receiving from this as well. I was now giving her physical sensations she had never experienced before by stretching her anus and rectum.

Her rectum felt incredibly tight, as if her body was attempting to reject this unnatural act of sex. But it wasn't unnatural to me; I loved every moment of it. I loved being the first person to ever claim my mother sexually in her most private of areas. And I loved how it was driving her crazy. That's when I started ravishing her; getting off on every moan, and every twist and turn from my mother's body.

Angela added to my mother's pleasure as she started furiously rubbing my mom's clit and continued sucking on her nipples as I fucked her anally. And that's what did it. That's what turned my mother's helpless moans into screams of sexual pleasure. I fucked her as hard as I could given how slow the tightness of her anus made things. But her body started to adjust. Her rectum loosened up to the point where I could fuck her hard enough for beads of sweat to start forming on each of our faces.

Mom opened her mouth wide open as she screamed during her orgasm. I could feel and see the steady stream of liquid gush from deep inside her vagina as Angela continued to work her clit with her fingers. I followed in my mother's lead with an intense orgasm of my own. I came deep inside her bowels with as many shots as I could before my erection softened inside of her.

We were both breathing heavily. Angela had a look of amazement on her face from the incestuous mother/son coupling she had just witnessed. The thing she had clearly fantasized about since the moment she saw me watching my mom eat her pussy had come true. Well, make that something we had both fantasized a lot about.

Her rectum once again displayed its tightness by forcing my cum to ooze out of her anus and onto her bedroom carpet after I had pulled out of her.

My mother was still laying motionless on her back as Angela kissed her on the face a few times and asked her, "Wonderful wasn't it?"

I got dressed and left the room with Angela as my mother continued laying there in bed, motionless, enjoying her bliss. Angela gave me a deep kiss and thanked me for the show. I told her what an unforgettable experience it was for me as well. Afterwards, I took my things and left the house for a few hours as I wasn't supposed to be home during this time.

I came home later that evening, at the time I was originally expected to. My mother was alone and was cooking dinner as I arrived. She greeted me with her usual hug and kiss and asked me how the trip went. She acted normally, but I couldn't help but think of all the nasty things I had just done with her hours earlier. How we kissed, how we performed oral sex on each other, how I took her anal virginity, and that massive orgasm Angela and I gave her - all while she was blindfolded and didn't know it was me.

My mother and Angela got married a few months later. It was a small but elegant ceremony at a fancy hotel. It came as a surprise to a lot of people when they announced their engagement and everyone knew how much they loved each other.

The threesome we had was never brought up again. It was like it never happened. From that point on, Angela stopped winking at me and teasing me, so I had assumed that any chance of having another threesome with my mother was over. That was, until Angela had slipped me a note on the evening of their wedding.

The note read: Your mother started asking about 'Joe' a couple weeks after we had our fun together. I told her I would arrange another meeting when the time was right, and that it would be a real surprise for her. Meet us at our room tonight - 11 pm sharp. I'll have her ready by then. Don't be late.

11 pm had arrived and I was just outside their door. I felt nervous and excited all night since receiving that note as I finally had another chance of being with my mother again.

Finally the time came. I knocked on the door to be greeted with a warm hug by Angela, who was topless and wore nothing but her panties and high heels. She kissed me on the lips before taking my hand as she did during before our first threesome, and led me inside.

I expected to my mother blindfolded again, on the bed, completely unaware of her surroundings, knowing only that sex was soon to follow. But that wasn't the case here. This time, she sat on the bed wearing her matching white bra, panties, and stockings - but with no blindfold!

Mom stood up and walked over to me and we looked at each other. There was tension in the air. She knew. She knew exactly what was going on and why I had come.

"I assume you prefer me with the blindfold on," mom said casually.

"Mom, you knew?" I replied, stunned.

"Of course I knew," my mother replied in a soft and understanding tone. "You're my son. Did you really think that a mother wouldn't recognize what her own son feels like? What kind of mother would I be if I didn't? Besides, Angela eventually admitted it to me when I kept on asking if it was you or not."

"I don't know what to say. It started when I woke up and saw you and her together one night, and I couldn't get that out of my head ever since. Then, the day that it happened... I just couldn't resist. I'm sorry mom."

"Don't feel so upset. I've talked with a lot of mothers over the years who've said their sons have had similar feelings. So I can assure you it's normal. Granted, most sons don't take advantage of their mothers when they're blindfolded and have sex with them," she said with a smile at the end.

I blushed, "So what happens next?"

Angela put her arms around me and said, "What's next is you're going to be a good boy and give your mother exactly what she wants. And if you haven't figured out what that is yet, it's that nice cock of yours."

I gave my mother a look, wondering if this could really be happening. And she confirmed that it was as she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a kiss. It started as a few small kisses around my lips which then turned into a passionate embrace, one that I had dreamed about for months.

"Now let's get your clothes off and we'll do things properly this time," mom said with a wink.

I was undressed quickly with help from my mother and Angela. My mom then had me sit on the couch and watch her unsnap her bra and pull off her panties, followed by her climbing on my lap, straddling me.

"I want things to be intimate this time," mom said. "I want to look in your eyes while we make love."

She continued straddling my lap as we started kissing again. My cock became fully erect after feeling my mom's thick pubic hairs and labia rubbing against it. She ended the kiss and we looked each other in the eyes, face to face, while she used one hand to guide my cock inside her waiting vagina.

Despite all we'd already done, this was my first time feeling myself inside her vaginal opening. It felt soft and warm. Its wetness showed how aroused she was. She felt how a real woman should. She closed her eyes and sat still for a moment after I had fully made my way inside of her. I could only imagine what she was thinking; how she was naked in her son's arms and was willingly giving herself to him.

She opened her eyes to look at me and began slowly thrusting her hips after her vagina had adjusted to having my cock inside. It was slow at first, but she gradually increased her body's movement, giving us more pleasure. I could feel her breathing on my skin and she could feel me doing the same as we gazed into each other's eyes. We were now making love.

Angela, sitting right by us on the couch, had been watching us while masturbating herself. She was furiously rubbing her clit and fingering her cunt the same way I saw her do it to my mother when we had the threesome. As my mother and I continued our lovemaking, Angela took one of her wet fingers and began playing with my mother's anus. It had an immediate effect on my mom as she moaned and thrusted her body with more force.

"I want you to cum inside me," my mother whispered, knowing that I was about to climax. "I want your sperm inside my womb."

Hearing my mother talk in such a way sent me over the edge and I started cumming inside of her. One shot of cum after another soon filled her delicate womb with my orgasm as she kissed me. We both looked down to see that not only was my cum slowly leaking down from her vagina, but her orgasm as well. She scooped some of it up with one finger and put it in her mouth, sucking it and then giving me a smile, approving the way it tasted.

"That was incredible," I groaned to my mother. "I've never experienced anything like that before. I don't know what to say. Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me," she replied. "I enjoyed it as much as you did, if you couldn't already tell. But there's something we want to ask you; how would you feel about the three of us living together? Everyday could be like the pleasures we've already shared together."

"Are you sure about this?" I asked her. "Don't get me wrong, you know how much I've loved doing all this, but you and Angela are married now. And the last thing I'd ever want to do is ruin what you two have."

"You're so sweet for saying that. But the way Angela and I see it, we all get along wonderfully. The three of us living together wouldn't be much different than usual, except for our sex lives of course. And I'll always love Angela as my life partner, and I'll always love you as my son. But when the three of us are together like this, it just feels right. Moments like these feel perfect. So we'll take things one step at a time and see how it goes. What do you think?"

"Well since you put it like that, I'd love to give it a try," I replied, before giving her another big kiss.

This was our life for the next year. The three of us lived in one household, naked, and making love together regularly. Some days it would be with me and Angela. Other days I would walk in on them and only watch, just like on the night which started all of this. Sometimes it would be a threesome and sometimes it would be just me and my mother.

But this newfound love and affection I now had with my mom didn't end there. We would often hold hands and kiss out in public, enjoying the looks people gave us thinking that my mother was some middle-aged woman who was having a fling with a younger man who was half her age. But they never could have imagined that the young man she was with was her own son of all people. And that was the thrill of the whole thing - the taboo. Even when we attended family gatherings, we couldn't help but to go to the bathroom together and have incestuous sex, while our unsuspecting family members were in the other room.

Angela proved right about one thing: "Women enjoy incest too."

476 Bed Sharing with Mom

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The horror! The horror!

Okay, it wasn't that bad. But for Jennifer, it was pretty scary at first. As a renowned anthropologist, she was leading a small expedition team to a cold mountainous area to study an indigenous tribe. Her son, Sean, had come along too as an 'assistant,' since he was a college student majoring in the same field.

It had all been going well until Sean had accidentally been poked by a mildly poisonous plant. One that was rare, but with only a tepid reaction.

Sure, as a mother, Jennifer had overreacted and was mortified beyond belief. But as it turned out, it wasn't so bad. Sean quickly recovered and seemed fine. The real bright side to this (at least for Jennifer) was that she got to witness firsthand the medical abilities of the small tribe. Their healer was glad to work her techniques on Sean, and Jennifer was happy to observe.

As they gathered in the small hut with a local translator, Jennifer marveled as this elderly healer mixed a concoction of exotic leaves and herbs, grinding them up in a small stone bowl until it was paste.

The translator deciphered the healer's words: "She says this will help rejuvenate his vitality."

Jennifer smiled, "What is it?"

The translator deciphered the elderly healer's words once again, explaining that it's locally grown herbs and flowers gathered before the icy season.

As Jennifer listened attentively, her anthropological side was on full alert. To her, this was pure gold; this was what the trip was all about.

"Interesting, isn't it?" Jennifer asked her son.

"Sure is," he replied.

The healer continued speaking and the translator explained: "She says this will restore your son to full health."

Sean's eyes widened at the sight of the mixture in its final form. Really, who could blame him? The mixture looked like meshed green paste and it had a strong pungent which filled the room with its powerful aroma.

The healer spoke again through the translator: "She says this must be taken twice a day. Not just for the poisonous plant, but for overall health. Basically, she thinks your son is a strapping young man and she wants to give him a gift that nature has to offer."

Jennifer's eyes lit up. "Give it a try, Sean. I'm curious to see what it'll do."

"Why don't you try it?" he slightly resisted, fighting the urge to be rude in front of the healer.

"It's being offered to you. Not me."

The translator added that the mixture, whatever it was, is purely a concoction for male treatment, although the translator didn't know why.

"I guess so," Sean relented.

"It can't be that bad. The people around here have been using it for centuries. It's safe. It'll be a new learning experience."

"If I feel amazing, I'll let you know," he joked.

The tribal healer and the translator continued their dialogue: "She says that the body must be warm during the treatment. You two must sleep together for body heat as a storm is coming."

Jennifer and her son immediately locked eyes, and she was the first to crack a smile.

"Looks like this trip has gotten a lot more interesting," she quipped. "Are we doing this in your tent or mine?"

Sean blushed, "My tent I guess, since I'm the one being experimented on."

"As you wish. Whatever makes you more comfortable."

When the tribal healer spoke again, the translator spoke back and they engaged in a dialogue. It was like the translator couldn't believe what he was hearing.

Finally, the translator delivered the message: "She says that Sean must expose his penis in order to apply the medicine."

Jennifer locked eyes with her son again. This time, they were both totally shocked by what they had just been told.

"Is that really necessary?" she asked.

The translator engaged in more dialogue with the healer, and the answer was the same.

"Why his penis though?" she asked again.

Apparently it was necessary for Sean's penis to be exposed because Sean had been poked by the toxic plant near his waist, while leaning against the rocks. The easiest route of entry for the medicine would be around his crotch and penis, so that the medicine could be absorbed by the skin and flow to the troubled spot far easier.

While this was being explained, there was nothing but awkwardness between Jennifer and Sean, who remained speechless.

"Sean can just apply it himself," Jennifer said to the translator. "He's a smart person. He can follow instructions well."

The translator asked the healer and deciphered the answer: "She says that she must do it. It must be applied in a special way. Then she will teach you how to do it for him in the next few days."

"Me?"

The awkwardness went to the next level when the translator confirmed that she would be expected to continue this treatment, whatever it was, with her own son.

Jennifer turned to her son and gave a half shrug. "What do you think? It certainly sounds like an interesting learning experience for us."

"Really?" he replied, trying to keep his tone polite. "The healer wants me to expose my penis in front of everyone."

"Not everyone. We're in a private hut."

"But you're..."

"I'm your mother?"

His head nodded quickly. "It's way too weird."

"You act like I've never seen or touched a penis before."

"That's not the point."

"I've seen countless penises from my travels around the world."

"But you're not supposed to see mine!" he argued, before calming down as the translator and healer were staring at them.

Jennifer spoke in a calmer tone. "Okay. I understand your predicament. I'll just have to thank the healer for her time, and for wasting those precious herbs, and you can recover on your own."

"Are you putting me on a guilt trip?"

"Of course not."

"What about you though? The healer says you have to apply it for me tonight. Plus, we'll have to share a bed and all that stuff."

Jennifer flashed a *so what* kind of look. "I'm an anthropologist. I'm also a professional. None of this bothers me. I'm serious. We're both human beings with normal bodies, big deal."

"Fine, I'll do it," he sighed.

A bright smile crept on Jennifer's face. "Excellent."

She conveyed the message to the translator, who conveyed the message to the healer.

The translator spoke: "She wishes to begin. Please, have your son expose himself. The healer will shave his pubic hairs, clean him, then apply the herbal medicine to his crotch area, shaft, and also to the tip of his penis."

"Jeez," he mumbled softly.

Jennifer rubbed Sean's back to comfort him. It was her special way of telling him that it would be okay, and that he shouldn't be embarrassed by any of this.

"I've seen it all before," she said as lovingly as she could. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. Remember, this is all for the sake of learning. There's nothing to lose."

"Easy for you to say. You don't have to get naked here."

"Would it help if I turned around?" she offered. "The translator and I can face the other direction while this goes on. I promise I won't peek. You can tell me about it later. Sound fair?"

Sean relaxed a little. "That sounds doable then. Gosh, this is strange."

"You'll live," she smiled.

That's when the process began. Jennifer and the translator turned away so that Sean could get naked from the waist down and lay on a rug. She listened, intently and curiously, as the healer shaved Sean's crotch area, then cleaned it with water and a piece of cloth.

As Jennifer faced the wall of the hut, she heard the healer apply the substance to Sean's body. Surprisingly, not a peep or complaint came from Sean. He just accepted that the healer was providing a tribal medical service. In a way, she respected that Sean was willing to do something like this. Especially since it involved his most private area. Deep down, she was pleased with herself that she had raised such a mature young man.

Then, she heard it. Wet sounds. It sounded like slurping and liquids, and if Jennifer didn't know better, it sounded like sucking. It couldn't have been, could it?

When Sean released a soft gasp, Jennifer resisted the powerful urge to see what was going on. It sounded like something naughty was happening, but Jennifer had already promised not to look.

After a few minutes had passed, with more slurping noises and a few gasps, Jennifer was delighted when she heard the sound of Sean getting dressed again. The translator said it was okay to turn around, based on the healer's message.

Jennifer turned to look at her son, who seemed to blush a little, with a glow on his face.

The healer spoke, and the translator relayed the message: "She says that the first dose is complete. You must keep his body temperature high tonight for blood flow, and you must give another application of the medicine. Then, Sean will be fully healed of the poison and will be better than ever. His vitality will be strong."

Jennifer nodded, still looking skeptically at her son. "Okay, I can do that. How do I apply it?"

While it was being explained by the healer, the translator's face remained stoic, and then the response came: "You must rub the mixture around his crotch. Then you must apply the mixture to his penis-- using your mouth."

Her jaw dropped. "What?! Are you sure she said that?"

The fact that Sean had a little beam on his face only confirmed her suspicion that the healer had just been sucking on his penis in order to apply the medicine. In other words, the healer gave him oral sex.

After the healer said a few more words, the translator relayed the new information: "Saliva or bodily fluids is good for the herbs. It helps it work. And it must go inside the tip of his penis. So it must be erect. The mouth is the easiest and most pleasurable way. No hands, because it's too rough. When he is able to ejaculate, that is a good sign of success."

What a tough thing for her to process, and it nearly took her breath away. It was like her head was spinning. Of course, she came to the realization that she couldn't do this. No way.

Maybe she'd just let Sean apply it himself, with his own saliva, and she'd cuddle with him in bed to keep his body warm. Sure, she was breaking her own rule, but this was too far fetched.

"I'll do what I can," she said to the translator. "Please thank the healer for me. This has been a wonderful learning opportunity for us."

The healer smiled at the gratitude, and even more striking, Sean tried his hardest to suppress a smile of his own, fully expecting to receive an oral treatment again. As if his own mother would actually do that for him.

Bedtime was early because of the frigid weather, which was only a few hours later.

Jennifer shared a little tent with her son. There was a small lamp which gave them plenty of light. And there was only one small bed on the floor which they'd be sharing.

"Are you really going to do this?" Sean asked. "I mean, you don't have to or anything. I don't expect you to, even though this was your idea."

"Are you putting me on a guilt trip now?"

"No, I'm just saying."

"Can I ask you something?"

He nodded. "Sure, anything."

"I didn't want to ask back there, but...did the healer give you oral sex?"

Sean blushed, hard. "She applied the herbs the way it's apparently supposed to be applied."

"Did that include the use of her mouth?"

He reluctantly nodded. "Yeah."

"Did you become erect?"

"Yes."

"Did she use her tongue and lips?"

He nodded again. "Yep."

"Did she suck on it?"

He shrugged. "Kind of, yeah."

"And did you orgasm in her mouth? I didn't see any traces of semen."

"She swallowed it," he acknowledged.

Jennifer gave her son an incredulous look. "You know, back in America there's a term for that kind of treatment."

"Well, here it's part of the healing process."

"Yes, but in America that's called getting...nevermind..."

"Hey, don't be upset with me," he retorted. "You were the one who pushed me into doing this."

"You're right, but..."

"And you're always talking about how you're very professional and that you've seen it all."

Her son did have a point. One that she couldn't argue with, since she had always prided herself on her work ethic. Especially as a woman doing a job that helps study humanity.

"You've made your case," she admitted. "I'll help apply it for you. But only with my hand, and maybe a little saliva."

His eyes widened. "Really? You don't have to do that, mom. I was only joking about that professional stuff."

"Doing my job properly isn't a joke to me. We came here to document this culture, and that's exactly what we'll do. Plus, we need to make sure you're fully healed from that poisonous plant sting."

"Good point. So, ummm..." he paused. "How should we proceed?"

If Jennifer didn't know any better, she could have sworn that there was a hint of excitement in Sean's voice. A subtle gleam that he'd be getting another hot orgasm soon.

But, being the specialist, she pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind. There were other important things at hand, literally.

She was determined to brush past the awkwardness and give it a try. Part of being a good anthropologist is getting a straightforward and direct look at the culture being observed. Here, that meant fully understanding the process of the host culture, even if she'd have to share intimacy with her own son.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" she asked for final confirmation.

"Why not? I mean, only if you're not grossed out by touching me."

Once again, Jennifer detected that faint hint of secret enjoyment on Sean's part, but she brushed it off. He's young, of course he'd be excited to a certain degree.

"Pull your pants down mister," she said sternly and playfully. "Your penis would never gross me out."

"Jeez, mom."

"It's part of the process. But maybe real anthropological work isn't for you?"

He smiled, "Now you're pressuring me again."

"Why not? We've already come this far?"

"So, should I just take off my bottom?"

Now the realness of the situation was sinking in. It had all come down to this. The jokes and playfulness were gone. It was down to business.

"Do whatever you did earlier," she answered. "It's best to follow the healer's instructions since she knows best."

"Right."

Sean didn't hesitate to remove the lower region of his clothes, leaving him naked from the waist and below. It was the first time Jennifer had laid eyes on her son's penis since his adulthood, and it gave her an unusual feeling. She shouldn't be looking at this. Worse, she shouldn't have felt that slight twinge of excitement between her own legs as a result. It had been a while since she had sex, maybe even too long, and this certainly wasn't appropriate.

Equally as strange, it looked as though Sean's healthy sized penis was on its way to a full blown erection already. The thing grew before Jennifer's very eyes as soon as the penis was exposed. There was no doubt that Sean was eager to get his cock relieved by his own mother, and it kind of creeped Jennifer out to some extent, even though she was kind of excited herself.

"Lay on the bed," she said uncomfortably, trying to remain professional about this.

Sean complied, laying down on the bed on the floor. When he laid on his back, his cock pointed upwards, seemingly getting harder. It was a sight that made her feel even more unusual. Sure, she had seen plenty of exposed penises visiting indigenous tribes throughout the world, but her own son's, while he was erect?

A deep breath for confidence, then she reached over to get the herbal mixture. She touched it and rubbed it between her fingers. The smell still lingered, though it wasn't as potent as before.

"I'll spit on it for saliva," she said. "Then I'll rub it on you, including your penis."

"But the healer explained that you can't use hands on my penis."

Jennifer looked at him skeptically. "I'm sure using the mouth is just customary. I can't think of anything wrong with using a hand."

"A hand might be too rough. After all, that herbal mixture is pretty rugged. There are still some sharp edges in there from the leaves."

"Do you want me to suck your dick or something?" she asked sternly.

He rapidly shook his head. "What? No. I'm just saying, if you stroke that on my penis it might be painful."

"Which means you'd rather have my mouth on your penis," she repeated.

"Nevermind. All I'm saying is that a hand could lead to painful results."

Taking a closer look at the herbal mixture, along with feeling the lumps inside, Jennifer knew that he had a point. Some of the herbs and plants weren't grounded up that well. The last thing she'd need was giving her son a cut, especially on his penis of all places!

She sighed, "You have a point. I think you're right."

"What!?"

"I'll use my mouth," she said reluctantly. "Just like the healer did. After all, we're interested in studying this culture, aren't we?"

He quickly nodded. "Yeah, we are."

"Not a word of this to anyone. Ever. Don't tell anyone from the team that I'm going to do this for you."

"I'd never tell anyone, trust me."

She gave him another sharp look. "There's no point in wasting time. Especially when the storm is rolling in. We'll need to keep you warm, just like the healer said."

"Yes, yes. You're right."

Jennifer was slightly miffed, yet slightly amused, by her son's sudden eagerness to get involved with this incestuous healing.

Without another word, Jennifer used two fingers and scooped the mixture. Then she applied it to Sean's bare crotch area, feeling him twitch in the process.

"Cold?" she asked.

"Yeah, it is."

She continued rubbing it anyway, while also staring at his penis. It wasn't like she could look away either. She had to apply it to his crotch and his cock was right there, stiffening by the second because of her feminine touch.

"Feel good?" she asked, almost teasing.

"Oh yeah-- I mean, I don't mind."

Jennifer just smiled and continued her motherly duty of caring for her son. The anthropology stuff was becoming less of a factor at this point. Her main duty was making sure her son was healed from the plant poisoning earlier, and if this was the way to make sure he was fully recovered, then so be it.

"I'm going to apply it to your penis now," she said plainly. "I'll use my mouth for this part. Remember, this is our secret."

"Believe me, this isn't the kind of thing I'd tell people."

Good point, she thought. Another deep breath and Jennifer was ready to suck her son's cock, so to speak. There was no other way to put it, and she knew it. She'd be giving him oral sex under the guise of medical treatment.

The plan hit a major snag the moment the tip of her tongue touched the mixture in her hand. God, that mixture tasted horrible. Worse than horrible. It was by far the most bitter thing she had ever tasted and she nearly went cross-eyed from the pungent taste.

"Oh wow," she gasped, squinting her eyes and spitting it out. "I think I might throw up if I have to put that in my mouth. Goodness, how did that healer manage to do it without flinching?"

"She's a pro, I guess."

Jennifer used a rag to wipe her tongue. "I'll have to use my hand. I promise I'll be gentle, okay?"

"Wait, maybe there's another way?"

"I'm open to suggestions."

He paused a moment, "Maybe you can, you know, use another body part. Remember, the healer said that it was important for bodily fluids to be mixed in with the herbal treatment. And it would be kind of gross if you used your hand and kept spitting on me."

There was a brief moment of silence between them, which felt like forever. Jennifer was no idiot. She knew exactly what her son was hinting at.

"What are you suggesting?" she asked, wanting to hear Sean say it.

"You could...maybe...you know...use your other body part. Down there. I promise I won't tell."

She flashed a stern motherly look. "In other words, you want to have sex with me. Is that right?"

"Well, technically it's not sex. It's medical application. It's perfect if you think about it. A vagina is so soft and smooth. Plus, it has plenty of natural bodily lubrication too."

"Sex is sex. And that's plain WRONG between us."

"Okay, okay," he quickly backtracked. "Maybe this culture isn't suited for Americans like us."

"I can adapt to any culture," she said proudly.

"Oh really. I'm not so sure about that anymore."

She gave him another sharp look, suppressing a smile. "Sounds like you're trying to challenge me into this."

"Me? Never. We all know you're the best woman in the anthropology field. Well, except for this, of course."

"You are relentless."

"In a good way, I hope."

Jennifer didn't say anything. Instead, she stood up and undid her own pants, looking Sean straight in the eyes. Neither of them spoke a word as the pants came down. The lamplight illuminating Jennifer's legs. A gasp escaped Sean's lips as Jennifer pulled her panties down too. She removed her socks as well, getting barefoot.

And there it was. Jennifer stood naked from the waist down, just like her son was. She had a patch of pubic hairs between her legs which covered her pussy lips.

"See anything you like?" she asked, noting her son's lingering eyes.

"I don't even want to answer that."

"Why?"

"Trust me, you don't want to know what I'm thinking."

Jennifer smiled, taking those words as a compliment. She knelt down and used her fingers to apply the herbal mixture inside of her vagina. She plunged her fingers deep to get it all in. During this motion, she realized that her legs were spread wide open and that the lamplight illuminated her pussy hole, giving Sean a clear view of her most private sexual area.

She looked at her son and noticed him nearly drooling. It was a cute expression, she thought, but she quickly shut her legs. The sight wasn't for him. Nor should it be, she thought. This was about medical needs and anthropology. Not giving Sean a dirty show with her pussy.

"I'm assuming you've had sex before," she said, positioning herself over Sean's body, with her pussy above his erection.

"A few girls."

Jennifer's mind quickly thought of all Sean's past college girlfriends, and how lucky they were for having a cock like that.

"Have you ever been with an older woman?" she asked, guiding the tip of the penis to her wet hole.

"No, never have."

She lowered herself slightly. "Ever fantasize about women my age?"

That was when Jennifer lowered herself, allowing her herbal coated pussy to engulf the tip of Sean's penis, making him squirm with pleasure and tension.

"Yes," he gulped. "It's a fantasy for most guys."

She lowered herself further. "It figures. I noticed the way you looked at my vagina a few seconds ago."

Jennifer guided her pussy lower, allowing his cock to fully enter her pussy, coating him with the mixture at the same time. Having the herbal concoction in her pussy, while a cock slid inside her, made the feeling more intense. It felt more raw. The herb acted like some sort of stimulant. It caused her pussy to contract as a result, giving Sean an extra benefit.

"Oh god..." he moaned, as if this was something he'd never felt before.

"Don't be embarrassed by your reaction" she explained. "A pussy from a mature woman is different than a college girl's. It's a totally different feeling and experience. So, of course you're going to have a strong reaction."

She gave a thrust and Sean eyes nearly rolled back. His body went stiff and he breathed in hard. Truthfully, this was equally as pleasurable for Jennifer. She loved the feeling of that hard cock inside of her. It satisfied a craving she'd had for sex during these past several lonely months. And frankly, doing this with her own son was turning out to be a taboo she had never ever (ever, ever) expected to enjoy, let alone making her wet beyond belief.

"God, you're right," he whimpered. "I can feel the difference."

She gave more thrusts. "Plus, I'm more experienced. I've learned a lot of tricks during my travels around the world. Part of being a good anthropologist is studying every aspect of different cultures. Including their sexual methods."

That was the honest truth. Jennifer had acquired a ton of tricks from all over the world, and something compelled her to try them with her son during this time. She clenched her pussy hard, then released it when she gave a thrust. Her hands rubbed his body. She looked him straight in the eyes. And her pussy. God, her pussy. Not only did she have a specific clenching technique, but she also had a variety of other small tricks as well.

She gyrated just the right way, with the right tempo. The right angles too. Even gyrating in circular motions, then in the opposite direction. It was all so pleasurable for Sean and he could hardly contain herself. Jennifer was also feeling an overwhelming sensation inside of her, but she didn't want to reveal it to her son. After all, a mother has to have some sense of control in the maternal relationship with her son.

"Oh fuck," he gasped. "You're right...whatever...you learned...is..."

Her eyebrow rose as she gyrated. "Are these techniques working? Or do you just like the fact that I'm your mother?"

She put special emphasis on those magical two words, just to see what would happen. And the answer was astounding. Sean's eyes seemed to light up at the dirty incestuous talk.

"Ohhhh...ughhh...both..." he mumbled.

Hearing an answer like that isn't something a mother can properly prepare for. Was it a fetish he always had? Or something he found arousing at the time? She was fucking her own son, and he seeming loved the fact that it was his own mother. Like it was a fantasy for him all along, or that he claimed the biggest prize imaginable.

Frankly, the mood for Jennifer was so hot that she couldn't blame Sean for feeling this way. In fact, she began to feel beads of sweat forming around her forehead and chest from the sex they were having, even though it was snowing outside.

She continued riding him, looking him in the eyes. "We're going to have a long talk about this later, mister."

Jennifer squealed when her son flinched a hard thrust upward, inadvertently hitting her elusive g-spot with the tip of his raging hard cock. He clearly loved what he was hearing.

"Sorry," he groaned, trying to contain himself. "I couldn't help it."

Her eyes lit up and she fucked him harder. "Oh, don't ever be sorry about that. Anything for my precious son."

Again his body thrusted, hitting her g-spot once more. A clear pattern had emerged. Everytime she mentioned the incestuous aspect, Sean's body would involuntarily buck, causing the 'treatment' to become so much more pleasurable for each of them.

She took full advantage of this and whispered, "I'm so glad I brought you along for this trip. And I'm glad the healer provided us with this antidote. Because it's providing you with a wonderful learning experience that you can't get from a classroom. I can tell you'd rather learn from my pussy, wouldn't you?"

"Oh fuck."

The look in Sean's eyes was pure lust. He was stunned, and in a good way. At that moment, it was clear to Jennifer that her son had a long running fantasy of fucking his own mother. It explained his behavior all along. It was something that made her heart pound faster and more sweat began to emerge.

Jennifer rode him fervently, with a consistent humping motion as she tried to stifle her own bodily reactions. She continued to do this for a few minutes, although in her mind, it seemed to be hours. Suddenly, she began to vigorously bounce up and down, being impaled on her son's penis; her forehead, face, and neck forming more sweat. Sensing that her son was nearing the stage of sexual climax, she put two fingers on top of her clitoris to catch up to him.

Her son was visibly paralyzed in shock and lust as he witnesses her facial expressions from incestuous sex and masturbation . His eyes were fixated on hers as the carnal act unfolded.

"Oh shit," he gasped. "I'm...I'm...cumming!!!"

"Shhh!!!" she hissed, slowing her gyration. "We can't let anyone from our team hear us. I'll be so humiliated if they discovered that I'm fucking my son, and that I love every second of it."

There was a wry smile on her face as she said the last part.

"God..." he whispered back, his body tensing. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this after watching you undress a few times."

The words sent a hot shiver down her spine. He'd been spying on her back home? Being a voyeur to her? Lusting after her? The taboo was surreal and unbelievably arousing. At the same time, by pure coincidence, Sean's body bucked again, which pushed his raging hard cock to her g-spot, accidentally making her cum at the same moment.

Jennifer's orgasm was like a tidal wave. It hit so hard that she didn't have to worry about screaming or being too loud. Her breath was swept away and it was like her heart skipped a beat. The pressure inside her pussy was so intense that it caused her pussy to clench with unbelievable power. A gush of fluids flowed from her pussy and onto her son's crotch, making a mess of the herbal medicine buried deep within her vaginal canal.

It clenched so hard that it made Sean's eyes widen. It was clear that he was cumming too! Jennifer composed herself the best she possibly could under the circumstance. It was time to continue her motherly and anthropological duty of making sure this healing process was properly completed.

"That's it," she managed to whisper to speed things along. "Cum inside me. It's okay. I want it inside me. Can you do that for your mother?"

Despite the wet orgasm Jennifer just had, along with the feeling of her son buried inside her, and the herbal medicine in her pussy, she was still able to feel her son's cum gushing in her pussy. It gave her a warm sensation physically. It also gave her an emotional warmth, knowing that she had given her son an incredible amount of pleasure, even if it was sexual pleasure of all things.

"Oh fuck, mom," he groaned as his orgasm waned. "I think we're done."

Jennifer's gyrations slowed down after her son stopped shooting cum inside her pussy. She ended the gyration when she felt the penis inside her body turn flaccid and completely soft.

As much as she enjoyed the intensity of the sexual escapade, she was also glad that it was over. It's possible to have too much of a good thing.

While the soft penis was still inside her, Jennifer bent forward and laid her upper body on top of her son. Her sweaty forehead was pressed against his face, and she felt that he was sweating also. Her covered breasts were pressed against his chest, and they felt each other breathing hard. They also felt each other's body heat.

"I guess we don't have to worry about keeping warm," he joked.

She laughed and punched his shoulder. "This isn't the kind of warmth that we should be sharing, but it definitely works."

"So we'll be sleeping like this? You know, my cock still inside you. It'll help with the herbal treatment, won't it?"

"Don't push your luck. We've already done enough."

"But we're not done yet," he said with a sly expression.

Her eyebrow rose as she looked at him. "Oh?"

"You haven't finished this the way the healer did. Remember, she swallowed my cum."

Jennifer smiled, "You owe me for this. Big time."

While their eyes were locked, she lifted her hips, pulling her pussy away from his flaccid wet cock. She crawled below, like a cat walking backwards, until her face was mere inches away from the flaccid penis, which was drenched in herbs and their cum.

She licked her lips while looking at her son, just to tease him, then she took the tip of the penis in her mouth to suck. She did her best to fight the bitter taste of the herbs for the sake of being able to suck Sean's cum into her mouth. Luckily though, the taste of both of their orgasms was enough to balance out the bitterness of the herbs, making this tolerable.

A few drops of cum lingered on Jennifer's tongue, and she stuck her tongue out to show Sean the dirty sight. She found it amusing to show him the mixture of cum on her tongue, a product of their nasty sex session. Then, she put her tongue back in her mouth, pursed her lips together, and took a giant gulp, devouring all that fresh, warm cum so it could be digested in her stomach. She smiled at him, and he smiled back.

Neither of them bothered to put their pants on. What for? At this point, after all they'd done, there was no need for modesty.

"I fully expect this treatment again in the morning," he said.

"As the doctor ordered, right?" she replied, giving him a big wet kiss on the check.

Jennifer reached over to turn the lamp light off. Then she cuddled with her son underneath the blanket, just like the doctor ordered, with her bare leg crossed over him, and her pussy hairs brushing against his penis.

The End

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Different Sex Story Chapter 479 - Bus Ride with Mom

477 Boat Ride with Mom

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After a nice dinner at home, my mother sat me down for an important talk in the living room. She looked me straight in the eyes as she took a deep breath. As always, her posture was upright and proper, with the graceful manners she always liked to display.

"My birthday is next month," she said with mild nerves, as if this were some sort of big revelation. "I'm turning 45."

I was a little confused. Her announcement wasn't what I had expected.

"Yeah, I remember. Did you think I forgot or something?"

"It's not that," she replied. "It's hard to explain, but I'm getting older."

"You look great, mom. Really, you do."

She smiled, "Thanks. But it's not that either."

"Then what is it?" I asked, confused by all this.

"I'm getting older and I want to explore life while I still have time. Things I've never explored before. I want new experiences."

"Oh, well, that's great, mom. Cool idea."

"I'm glad you think so because I've already made reservations for us to stay at an expensive beach resort. The resort specializes in all sorts of different water sports like private boat rides and water skiing."

I looked at her skeptically. "Don't you get sea sick on the water?"

"I'm cured."

"How can sea sickness be cured?"

"I've been talking to my therapist about my desire to explore new things. He thinks it's wonderful. When I told him about my sea sickness, he recommended that I see a hypnotist."

"Hypnotists can cure sea sickness?"

"According to my therapist, it's doable," she replied. "So I made an appointment with the hypnotist and apparently I'm cured. He had me count backwards and all of that fun stuff. Then he worked his magic."

She looked pleased as she was explaining this. To her, this was a sure thing and she looked like a woman ready to take on the world.

"That sounds a little weird. I mean, the hypnotist just cured you? How?"

"I told him about my problems," she explained. "I told him that I get sea sick and that I wanted a happy and pleasurable feeling whenever I'm on a boat, instead of being sick. He told me that he understood. A few minutes later, I was cured."

"Do you have proof that you're cured?"

"Not yet," she replied, brushing off my skepticism. "We're going to find out next month on my birthday. I've already made the reservations for the resort. I'll email you the website. You'll love it. It's a new place with a very new concept. There's tons of private boat rides."

"Nice! I hope it's not that expensive though."

She suddenly looked shy. "Unfortunately you're going to have to take some time away from college until I can earn the money back."

"Huh? Wait? What?"

She giggled. "I'm only joking. The reservations were expensive but I have a lot of money saved up. It's for my birthday. I want us to do something special."

The resort was unlike anything I had ever seen before. All of the facilities were new. It was like staying at a five-star hotel. On top of that, the resort was located next to the beach. There were all sorts of boat rides, big and small, that were designed to give a thrill of a lifetime.

The next morning my mother woke up early and put on her new swimsuit, which was covered by a large white tshirt and a thin beach skirt. Her body looked nice. She was slightly voluptuous in her womanly areas, especially around the hips. She definitely looked her age which I thought was really sexy because I've always been attracted to older women.

She spent a while in front of the mirror. I had the feeling she was self-conscious because it had been a long time since she wore a revealing outfit in public.

"Make sure you only eat a light breakfast," she said, still adjusting her outfit in the mirror. "I'm kind of excited to try a boat ride."

I was watching tv and glanced down at the resort's brochure.

"Great idea. There's so much cool stuff we could do."

"I was thinking we could sit in the back of a speed boat together and have the driver cruise around the ocean. Not too fast though. I just want to get used to it first."

"Are you sure you don't want to start with something slower first?" I asked.

"I want to jump right in. We're only here a few days and I want to make the most of it. Plus the cost of this place, my gosh, it's expensive."

"But well worth it," I smiled.

She turned to smile at me. "I'm glad you think so."

Two hours later. After a light breakfast and a moment to relax, we finally headed to the beach. We went to the dock and an employee of the resort was ready to drive us around in a private speed boat. My mother explained her situation with sea sickness, her recent hypnotism, and her eagerness to explore new adventures.

The employee was completely understanding of my mother's position and they joked and talked for a while. He was a nice guy and he reassured my mother that the ride would be as smooth as possible. He also assured her that he would drive the boat at a reasonable speed and have us back to the shore within 30 minutes. My mother gladly agreed.

We sat in the backseat of the small speed boat. The engine started and we slowly began to move.

"Let's hope the hypnotism treatment worked," my mother said with a wink.

The boat slowly made its way towards the ocean. It was fun. The ride was smooth and the view was beautiful. It was a perfect day with a perfect view. I looked at my mother and she was all smiles. She couldn't have looked happier.

"Are you feeling okay?" I asked.

She flashed a big smile. "Actually, I feel fantastic. I love it!"

The small speed boat went faster and we headed out into the ocean. In the back of my mind, I worried that the hypnotism didn't work and that my mother would end up horribly sick during the ride. But none of that happened. She didn't complain and she wasn't feeling sick.

I looked at her briefly, the wind blowing through her hair, and she was smiling. The driver also checked on my mother and she nodded that she was okay. She told him that it was okay to go faster, and the driver took the speed boat faster.

Our seats began to vibrate since we were sitting directly above the propellers. I didn't mind the vibrating feeling at all.

When I looked to see how my mother was doing, she suddenly looked stiff with eyes wide. The smiles and happy expressions on her face were suddenly gone. Her facial expressions suddenly became blank as the boat began going faster and the seats started vibrating more. She sat like a wooden board with her hands tightly clasping the seat for dear life.

I knew it! I thought to myself. The hypnotism was either a scam or it didn't work.

I expected my mother to bend over and throw up into the ocean. I was prepared to tell the driver to stop. But nothing was happening with my mother. She didn't look sick at all. She just looked like she was on the verge of ... something... anything... I didn't know what. The blank look on her face continued as she clenched the seat tighter with her hands.

"Are you okay, mom?" I asked loudly, talking over the loud wind and boat engine.

"I... I... I'm fine..."

"You don't look fine. I'll tell the driver to slow down."

"No!" she snapped. "I'm... umm... enjoying the ride."

Her face and expression showed that she definitely didn't want the boat to stop. It was the weirdest thing. She looked shocked but she was passionate about keeping the ride going. Maybe it was her way of battling the sea sickness or whatever bothered her.

"Are you sure?" I asked skeptically. "It's okay if you want to slow down or stop for a while."

"I'm positive. I'm enjoying the ride."

The driver overheard our conversation and he also asked my mother if she was okay. She repeatedly insisted that she was fine and told the driver to keep going. He understood and continued the boat ride in the ocean.

I tried my best to relax and enjoy the ride, but it was hard. I felt guilty for enjoying myself while something weird was going on with my mother. She continued having the same frozen look on her face. Time flew by fast and we were finally close to returning to the beach resort.

When I looked at my mother again, I saw that her mouth was slightly open and her eyes were widened. She clenched the seat with a strength I never knew she had. She began to squirm. Even on a speed boat, I could tell that her muscles were trembling.

Then suddenly, she relaxed. Her body and facial expressions suddenly became normal as we reached the dock. It was the weirdest thing.

When the ride ended, my mother looked completely loose. She profusely thanked the driver for a wonderful time and insisted that everything was fine. We thanked him for the great time and then we left.

My mother wanted to go back to our room and rest for a while. She seemed kind of quiet on the way back, like she was embarrassed about something.

When we got close to our room, she walked fast, opened the door, and went inside to use the bathroom. But before she entered the room, I noticed that something wet had been trickling down her thighs. Did she just piss herself? Or was it... No. It couldn't have been... She couldn't have? Did she do what I think she did?

My mother was in the bathroom for a few minutes while I laid on the bed watching tv. When she came out, the look of embarrassment still lingered on her face. She was still dressed in the same white tshirt and thin beach skirt. She avoided eye contact with me and laid on her bed. The weirdness from the boat ride still lingered.

"Are you okay mom?" I asked.

"I'm fine," she replied, looking at the ceiling with her arms spread on the bed.

"You don't look fine. I mean, what happened on the boat? You looked like you were on the verge of a breakdown or something."

She sat upright on the edge of the bed and looked directly at me.

"I think there was a serious mistake with the hypnotist," she said with a hint of concern. "It's nothing horrible, but there must have been some miscommunication between us."

I paid extra close attention.

"What do you mean, a mistake?"

"Well, I told the hypnotist that I wanted to feel good when I'm on the water. That I wanted a pleasurable experience. He smiled at me. Maybe he misunderstood what I meant."

"Misunderstood in what way?" I asked again.

She took a deep breath. "It's a little embarrassing, but when the boat started moving, I began feeling... I guess... aroused. Maybe that's what the hypnotist thought I asked for."

"So on the boat ride... you were..."

She nodded. "I was sexually aroused. I thought it would go away or that I could hold it in. But when the boat started going fast and our seats were vibrating, it felt, well, I don't want to say it. But it felt good."

There was a little sparkle in her eyes and she did her best to hide her smile. Since we were stuck on this trip together, I had to know more.

"I don't want to ask you this, but did you orgasm during that boat ride?"

"Watch it! That's no way to talk to your mother."

I suddenly became sheepish. "Sorry mom. It's just that, you tensed up really hard at one point, then you relaxed. I also saw something leak down your legs when we came back to our room."

"You're right," she said, calming down. "I tried my best to fight it, believe me. I did everything not to, you know, orgasm. I clenched myself as hard as I could. But it was impossible. The way I felt during that ride, and that vibrating seat, oh my gosh. I feel guilty even discussing it with you."

It was strangely erotic discussing sex with my mother. In some odd way, it was even more erotic knowing that she had a powerful orgasm, and that she was feeling flustered even discussing it with me.

"So what now?" I asked. "Are you still going back on the water?"

She reluctantly shook her head. "No way. I can't. I want to, but I can't. The same thing is going to happen again."

"But this trip was supposed to be your way of exploring new things."

"I know. Plus it costs a fortune to come here. So don't let me ruin your fun. You should go back out on the water. There are plenty of other things for me to do on the beach."

"There's got to be some way to fix this," I said.

"Unfortunately not, unless you can find a good hypnotist on this resort."

A light bulb went off in my head. "Why don't you call that hypnotist and have him fix the problem over the phone?"

My mother thought for a moment. "That actually might work."

"Call him."

"Well, it's worth a shot."

She got her phone and called his office. A secretary answered and said the hypnotist was unavailable for the rest of the day because of a family emergency. The secretary said to call back tomorrow morning. The good news was that reversing or changing hypnosis was possible over the phone, so the problem could easily be corrected.

"I hope this can be fixed tomorrow," my mother said after the call ended.

"So what are we going to do today?"

"You should go back on the ocean to jet ski or whatever you're interested in. This trip is a lot of money. You should enjoy everything."

"I'll do whatever you're doing today. We should stick together."

She thought for a moment. "There are some nice places to go for a walk. There's also a nice spa for massages."

"Sounds like a plan."

My mother smiled.

The next morning. Mom tried calling the hypnotist several times until she was finally able to speak with him. My mother didn't want me to watch while she was in a state of hypnosis. I agreed. It would have been too weird to see. So my mother sat in the bathroom while on speaking phone with the hypnotist.

The entire process took much longer than I expected. Between getting the hypnotist on the phone and doing the process, most of our morning was already gone.

My mother came out of the bathroom with a sense of confidence that the issue was fixed. She was hopeful that she could go back out on the water and be able to enjoy herself without having an unplanned, impromptu, powerful orgasm.

After a very light breakfast, my mother was eager to head back to the water for another boat ride. To our unfortunate surprise, most of the boat rides had already been taken. Apparently there was a large corporate retreat which filled the resort to almost a full capacity.

The only boat available was a small boat which was meant for romantic couples. The seating area was like a small booth with tinted windows. The driver couldn't see inside, but the passengers could have a clear view of the ocean. It was meant for two people to get cozy and snuggle privately.

"What do you think?" mom asked. "Is this too awkward for you? Should we wait for the next one?"

"It's just a boat ride and the seat looks really comfortable. Why not?"

My mother told the driver of the boat that we were interested in the ride. It was a slow moving boat and the ride would last for nearly an hour before returning to the dock.

It was a little awkward when we got inside. It was a small little enclosed room with one large comfortable seat for both of us. Tinted windows were all around and we couldn't see the boat driver. It was obviously designed so that a couple could kiss in private while relaxing in the ocean water.

The boat slowly made its way out of the dock. Given our romantic surroundings, the awkwardness of the situation only grew. We sat unusually close to each other in the confined space that we shared.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly as the boat picked up speed and headed out into the ocean. I was worried that my mother might have another sexual issue, but she seemed to be enjoying herself. So was I.

"This is so wonderful," my mother said happily, looking at the sea. "After all these years, I finally get to savor something so gorgeous. I'm so glad that the..."

Suddenly, the boat started moving faster and our comfortable chair began to vibrate beneath us. It was a stimulating feeling to say the least, and it was almost like sitting on a massage chair.

A flustered look immediately appeared on my mother's face. "Uhhh... I don't think my therapist was able to fix that problem over the phone."

It was extremely apparent that my mother was sexually aroused again. She had the same weird expression on her face. This time, it looked more extreme. Her face almost turned blank and her body became stiff.

"Should we tell the driver to turn around?" I asked.

"That would probably be best."

"Okay," I replied, reaching for the intercom to talk to the boat driver.

"Wait!" she immediately snapped. "Don't do it."

"Why not?"

"This is something that I have to do for myself. We came to this resort to go boating and enjoy the water. I'm not a quitter. I can't quit!"

"But your..."

"It'll be okay," she insisted. "I'll be fine. Let's just... let's just... enjoy the rest of this ride. I'll be okay."

"Are you sure?"

She looked forward and tried to sit normally. "I'm positive."

The boat slightly picked up speed again and our seat continued to vibrate. Through the corner of my eye, I could see that my mother was clenching her muscles, especially between her legs. She must have been so aroused. It was a sight that I had never seen before. Eventually she crossed her legs in a failed attempt to contain her growing sexual arousal.

Through the corner of my eye, I could see my mother's legs begin to shake. Her toes were wiggling and curling also. As awkward as it was, it was also extremely enticing in a strange way. Her legs looked sexy. Seeing them up close while she was horny was exciting.

"I can't stand this anymore," my mother said with frustration. "This is driving me crazy."

"We better get back to the shore. This isn't going to end well. I'm going to tell the driver to take us back."

Before my mother could reply, our small boat hit a big wave, then another, which caused the boat to jump up and down a few times. My mother quivered and her legs shook. She lifted her feet off the ground and they waved in the air. It was like she had no control over her body.

Then suddenly, her legs just went limp.

"Oh my god," she gasped in embarrassment. "I can't believe that just happened. Oh my god."

The look on my mother's face was sheer horror. She just had a powerful orgasm and I could see fluids dripping down her legs, onto the floor. It was a super awkward situation and I didn't know what to do.

"It's okay if you've..."

"Don't say it," she said, cutting me off. "Don't say that word."

She was too embarrassed to admit that she had an orgasm.

"So what are we going to do?" I asked.

"I'm not a quitter," she replied. "Gosh, that hypnotist is such a fucking useless asshole. I'm going to give that jerk one-star on yelp and a negative review when we get back to the hotel."

It was the first time I had ever heard my prim and proper mother use curse words, so I knew she was pissed. The peeved look on her face only confirmed it.

"I still think we should head back to the dock," I said.

She forced a smile. "No, I think I'm fine now. The worst part is over. Thank you for being patient with me, for my medical dilemma."

We hit another wave and suddenly my mother's face turned flush again. The problem had returned and it was written all over her expressions.

"Okay, we definitely need to turn back now," I said.

"This boat ride can't end like this," she said with determination. "I'll never reach my goals in life if I keep on quitting. That's not the kind of person I am."

There was a look of defiance in her eyes. She was determined to make the most of the trip (especially given how much it cost financially). At that point, there was no changing her mind.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" I asked awkwardly.

A look came over her face. It was like a light bulb had gone off in her head and she was thinking of something she'd soon regret.

"Well," she said hesitantly, and in a small voice. "Do you think you could give me a hand?"

"How?"

"I don't know. It's awful, I shouldn't even ask, but I don't know what else to do. This isn't going away."

Dirty thoughts flew through my mind. Inappropriate ones. How could I? With my own mother? She looked sexy and it was tempting.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked curiously.

"I don't know. Any suggestions?"

I thought for a moment. "It's okay if you take care of yourself... I mean... you know... those needs you have right now. I don't mind."

"You want me to masturbate in front of you?" she asked in a borderline stern voice with a sharp look in her eyes.

"I don't mean that in a dirty way," I quickly backtracked. "It's just that you need help and I think you should relieve yourself. I can face the other way if you want, so you can have some privacy."

She thought for a moment and pursed her lips.

"It's too humiliating if I do it myself," she answered. "I can't. Do you think you can do it for me?"

My eyes slightly widened and I was taken aback. I couldn't believe what she had just asked. And I wasn't sure if I heard that correctly.

"Are you serious?"

She nodded cautiously. "I know this is unusual, but I have a serious medical emergency here. Believe me, I wouldn't ask unless it was very important. When we get back to the beach, we'll forget this whole thing ever happened."

Jeez. It was a serious offer from my mother. I could tell from the look in her eyes that she was in desperate need of relief. We were trapped in a small boat and she had no other options for her extreme sexual frustration.

"Fine," I said. "What do you want me to do?"

To my amazement, my mother spread her legs and lifted her thin skirt to reveal her bikini bottom. I had a complete view of my mother's legs right in front of me. They were partially toned and slightly thick. Curvy in the perfect way. They looked like the legs of a middle aged woman and it made me aroused.

"Touch me," she said, gesturing towards her crotch. "Down here. It's okay, I won't be mad."

"Down there?"

"My pussy. It aches really bad. I feel terrible for asking you, but I can't do it alone."

I reached down and touched my mother's leg and she instinctively reacted by flinching her body and pushing my hand away. It was a natural reaction on her part and there was a look of regret on her face.

"Sorry about that," she said. "I wasn't expecting it so soon. Let's try it again."

"Are you sure this time?"

"Positive."

The second attempt was more successful. I put my hand on top of her thigh and rested it there for a moment so we could both get used to the strange incestuous feeling. Her skin was smooth. It felt nice.

"Move your hand down," she said. "Don't be shy."

I slowly moved my hand down and rubbed near her bikini bottom. It felt soft between her legs and I loved feeling how voluptuous she was.

Without warning, my mother pulled her bikini bottom off and tossed it on the floor. She spread her legs, showing me her exposed pussy. She was completely shaven. There was a white tan line around her crotch. Her labia was brown, but inside she was bright pink. Her pussy was totally soaked, showing how completely aroused she was. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

"What's the matter?' she smiled. "Looks like you've found something you like."

"Can you blame me for having a good look? I've never seen one so wet before."

She smiled and leaned back. "Just get to work. It aches. I'm sure you have plenty of experience with lady parts."

I reached down and put my hand on the outside of her wet pussy. My fingers were instantly soaked. I rubbed her soft labia and played with her clit for a while. I loved how soft she felt. Then I put two fingers inside her canal. She moaned.

My mother closed her eyes while I continued masturbating her. I couldn't tell if she closed them because it felt really good, or if she was ashamed that her own son was sexually pleasing her. Probably both.

It felt so wrong playing with my mother's pussy. But it also felt arousing beyond belief. The taboo was unbelievable. Her pussy was warm and wet.

I looked at her pretty face up close while I fondled her pussy. Her eyes were closed but her eyelids were moving. Her lips quivered a little bit. I constantly wondered what she must have been thinking. God, she looked so sexy. I was aroused beyond belief by the entire situation.

My mother's moans became more rapid. Her breathing became heavier. I knew I was doing something right. I continued fingering her pussy the same way, but a little faster. I saw the muscles in her legs begin to tighten. She lifted her feet off the floor and I saw her toes clench. The combination of my hand and the vibrating boat was a potent combination for her.

"Oh my god," she groaned. "Oh my god. I'm about to...I'm about to..."

Suddenly a rush of fluids gushed from her pussy while I continued rubbing. The fluids ran through my fingers and dripped everywhere. It was unbelievably erotic feeling my mother's hot mess all over my hand. Her mouth was wide open, but no sound came out. It was like she was involuntarily holding her breath during the orgasm. I continued fingering her pussy until she became completely limp and the fluids stopped coming out.

Her body was completely relaxed on the seat. She leaned back. She breathed heavily. After a while she was able to recover and open her eyes.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"I don't know," she said faintly, in a weak voice.

The post-orgasmic bliss was all over her face. I could see in her eyes that she was still searching for an answer. She looked down at her pussy and wondered if her needs were satisfied. At the same time, her pussy was still dripping.

Suddenly, our boat hit another wave and the driver fought back against the waves by accelerating the speed of the boat, which only made our seat vibrate even more. My mother's eyes widened again from the shaking and vibrations of the boat.

"I need something inside me!" she said frantically. "Something long. I usually use a vibrator at home. Is there anything we could use here?"

My mother needed something inside of her pussy. I looked around and there was nothing which could be used.

"There isn't," I said. "Can you wait until we get back to the hotel?"

If there hadn't been enough surprises already, my mother casually reached over and grabbed the middle of my swimming trunks. She squeezed my cock and felt my erection. It felt uncomfortable but it was also a pleasurable feeling.

"What about this?" she asked, clenching my dick even harder.

"I... I don't think that's a good idea."

"Do you have a better suggestion?"

"No," I replied, struggling to speak with my mother gripping me.

"Then get to it. We don't have all day."

My mother released her tight grip and leaned back on the seat. She spread her legs. She was wide open, spread eagle, all for me. I played the role of the dutiful son, helping his mother in her moment of need, and I stood up and pulled my swimming trunks down. My mother looked at my stiff cock and flashed a strange smile. I wasn't sure what she was thinking but I knew it was something dirty.

I positioned myself between her legs, looking at the wet mess we've made. Her pink pussy was still dripping. It looked hot and inviting. Best of all, it was just for me. No one else.

When I bent down over her, my mother used her hands to guide my cock inside of her pussy. It felt like bliss. I entered her slowly. She was hot and wet. We were face-to-face. Even though the moment was filled with lust, there was also a moment of intimacy between us. We were experiencing something totally forbidden by society. And that taboo feeling only added fuel to the fire. I could tell that my mother was getting even more aroused.

I gave a thrust. She gasped. I saw every wrinkle on her face, up close, as she made different expressions. My cock was satisfying her needs. I gave another thrust and she made even more faces. With a few more thrusts, she began to make different noises with her mouth. That's when we really started to fuck. I began to pound her pussy in order to help with her medical dilemma. It was the only way I could provide relief to my mother during her sexual emergency.

In the heat of the moment, my mother lifted up her tshirt to reveal her bikini top. Then she lifted her bikini top to expose her bare breasts with its tan lines. I looked down at them. They were average sized and they sagged, reflecting her middle age. Her nipples were huge and a dark shade of brown. They were stiff from arousal.

"Suck them," she gasped. "My nipples are sensitive. It helps me cum faster."

She didn't need to ask twice. While still fucking her, I bent my head down and lifted her soft breast to my mouth so I could suck her big brown nipple. I heard her gasp, then I pinched her other nipple, which made her gasp even more.

After carefully sucking both of her nipples, I returned my concentration to just fucking her. It was the only way to 'cure' my mother of whatever issue she was facing. I watched my mother use her fingers to play with her nipples. She squeezed them hard, showing them no mercy.

The look on my mother's face was pure lust. It was unbelievable coming from such a prim and proper woman. Her hypnotist screwed things up, but instead of being angry at him for the mistake, I wanted to thank him. I'm sure my mother secretly wanted to thank her hypnotist also for the mistake. My mother and I were feeling something that we've never felt before. The sex was unbelievably good. We held each other tight as my cock was buried deep inside of her hot pussy. My mother's eyes started to widen and she began making different facial expressions.

"I'm about to cum," she gasped.

"So am I."

"Do it! Cum inside of me."

I pumped my cock even harder inside of her wet pussy. At that point, her pussy was beginning to make wet slapping noises from how aroused she truly was. The pressure in my cock was unbelievable and I don't think I had ever been so erect in my life.

My mother pinched her nipples so hard that they must have hurt really bad. But it's what she wanted. Her nipples were sensitive and it helped her reach a powerful climax.

She screamed in a pleasurable way. It was loud enough to hurt my ears, but low enough so that the boat driver wouldn't hear it. Her legs and vaginal muscles clenched me tightly. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was open. Every muscle in her body gave a fierce reaction to the orgasm which tore through her. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before. The look of sexual pleasure on her face was something I'll never forget.

I came the exact same time, shooting several loads of my cum deep inside of her. It was easily the best orgasm of my life.

My mother went limp and I could tell that she reached something she had never felt before. Her body was completely relaxed. She looked emotionally and sexually satisfied. Her face had a peaceful glow.

Both of us were sweating profusely. Then the boat began to slow down. I looked through the window and noticed that we were getting closer to the dock. The hour flew by way too fast.

"Oh shit," I gasped. "We're almost at the shore."

My mother's eyes shot open. "What?!"

"We better get dressed."

I pulled out of my mother and fixed myself. My mother put her bikini bottom on and adjusted her skirt. She also adjusted her top and fixed her hair, making it look like nothing ever happened.

When we reached the dock, the driver opened the door and asked how we enjoyed the ride. My mother gushed, saying how much she loved the entire experience.

"That was a beautiful boat ride," my mother said to the driver. "I certainly wasn't expecting anything like that. And I can't believe what I've been missing these past few years. I think I've just discovered my new favorite hobby!"

They continued making small talk together. My mother explained to the driver that she used to get sea sick, but a hypnotist cured it. Of course, my mother neglected to mention any of the sexual side effects from the hypnotist's mistake. And she definitely didn't mention the fact that we finished having incestuous sex in the boat.

While we headed towards our hotel room, my mother turned to me and smiled.

"After we rest, why don't we take another private boat ride?" she asked with a suggestive tone. "Maybe we can tell the driver to go faster?"

I knew exactly what she meant. How could I refuse? I immediately felt the urge to have hot sex with my mother again on the boat. I wanted to make her squirt again. Well, maybe two more times. Possibly three.

478 Bondage Sex with Mom

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It was the most important decision of Maggie's adult life.

As an experienced member of the Air Force Reserve, receiving a message like this was a life changer. Her Commanding Officer, Colonel Harris, had emailed her, asking if she'd be interested in doing an actual combat deployment. Probably nothing dangerous, but enough to serve her country in a meaningful way.

She was only offered this spot at the last minute because her male counterpart in the Air Force had decided to retire instead of deploying again. And since the mission required someone with expert linguistic skills, her services would be of unique value.

Even with the offer, Maggie had to first think about her priorities. The University would understand, since they supported her duties in the Reserve, and she was only scheduled to teach one class during the summer, which could easily be transferred to another professor. She knew her son would also understand, since he had dreams of joining the Air Force after college.

The only real obstacles she faced were all the formal requirements given to mission aircrews sent to combat zone. This was the big leagues now and she had clicked open an attached file titled: "What Women Should Expect If Captured By the Enemy" along with another document about how to be mentally prepared for an interrogation.

The SERE (Survival, Evasion, Resistance, and Escape) training was set to begin in a week. It would be a modified course to get her ready on short notice, so the special deployment would continue on time. The Colonel wanted an answer by the end of the day.

Still needing to think things over, she forwarded the email to her son Jacob. It was 10:37 am and Maggie was certain that her son was sitting in the back of class somewhere using his laptop. Jacob, like many of the men in their family, was a military enthusiast, and she was certain he'd know more details about this sort of rigorous training.

Maggie sent another email to her son: You know I'm interested. It's a reasonably safe mission and a once in a lifetime opportunity. What do you think about the SERE course? Will a 43 year old woman be able to handle it? Or is your old mother still mentally and physically strong enough to handle this? Let me know later today.

btw, your Aunt Christina will be stopping by for dinner. What a coincidence! I'll share the great news with her (should I decide to accept this offer, and I think I will).

Love, mom : )

As important as this potential mission was, Maggie couldn't help but spend a few moments thinking about her beautiful younger sister, Christina...

It was approximately 1:52 pm when Maggie sat in her dining room at home. She had printed out the necessary forms and had spread them across the table, eager to sign them.

Jacob arrived home and Maggie told him to change his clothes and come back down so they could talk.

When he was ready, they sat face to face across from each other.

"I think you'll do awesome," Jacob said during their sincere conversation.

"Thanks, I hope so. You know it's always been a dream of mine, I just never thought it would happen."

They talked more about what a great opportunity this was for her to be able to fly in actual combat missions, especially as a woman. She felt proud to be doing her patriotic duty, even for a brief stint, and Jacob was equally proud for her.

Something still lingered though...

Maggie took a deep breath. "And the other thing? Any thoughts about it?"

"You mean the SERE training," he said matter of factly.

"Yes, what do you think?"

"It's tough to say because each course is different. I mean, you're not becoming a Navy SEAL or anything. So it shouldn't be super hardcore, plus you said it's a modified course."

"I suppose you're right," she agreed, almost wanting to laugh it off. "Though I've heard that if I was ever deployed to a hot spot, the training would be rough but reasonable. The problem is, what does 'reasonable' even mean?"

Jacob was equally as stumped. "They used to make it extra hard on women. There were a ton of complaints about it. You know, tying women up, stripping them, lots of touching, that sort of thing. Time have changed though."

"Do you think they've lightened up on that?"

"Maybe. Is that a dealbreaker for you?"

It was the big question. In her 20's, she could have breezed through any training course. But in her 40's? She was still in great shape, but nowhere as durable as she used to be, especially working as a professor for over a decade. Her body had become more sensitive and her muscles weren't as strong as before. It was normal for her age. Maggie was at a temporary crossroads here.

Jacob was right. Women were given special scrutiny because of how they'd be treated if captured. Even though she'd be mostly away from danger, the training would still be intense.

As tough as Maggie was, she still had a tender heart. If she were honest with herself, the thought of being bound by an instructor, screamed at, and physically violated all terrified her. She could handle it, but she also knew it had the potential to be a traumatic event nonetheless. She had heard the horror stories before.

Equally as important, Maggie was one of the few female special operations linguists that was qualified for aerial missions. If she agreed to this brief tour of duty, she knew that she'd be a representative of military women everywhere. And if she failed to pass the SERE course? It would be an embarrassment to the Air Force and to all women in uniform. She'd never forgive herself for that.

Failure was NOT an option.

"Did you read the email attachment I sent?" she asked. "About the course."

"Yeah, I read it in class."

Just as she had suspected earlier.

"Let's run a drill," she said. "You pretend to be the interrogator, and I'll be the prisoner. We'll simulate how the Air Force would do it, only much more gentler. And I mean, much much gentler."

Jacob thought deeply for a moment. "I guess that could work. I mean, I've never done anything like that before. But I could give it a try, though."

"Great," she said with a deep breath. "Let's start, so I can make the decision before your Aunt arrives."

"Okay... hmmm... so I'll ask you a few questions about your name and rank. Then I'll ask you about troop locations and your mission, followed by anything else you might know."

"That's it?"

"Yeah," he replied. "We'll sit here and I'll just ask you questions. It's like an interrogation, only friendlier. Much friendlier, like you asked."

"No, no, no. I want something more realistic. Something that will help me decide if I can actually complete the training without breaking. I'm a 43 year old woman who's spent most of her adult life working in academia."

"How far do you actually want me to go?"

Maggie shrugged. "I don't know. Rough me up. Yell at me. Put your hands on me. Tie me up. It's up to you, because if I know what's coming, I won't be afraid. I need to be surprised, maybe a little shocked too."

"Hmm..." he mumbled to himself. "That's a little tricky."

"Why?"

"You know why."

She sharpened her gaze. "Are you afraid of hurting my feelings?"

"Obviously. I mean, you do hold a grudge sometimes. And sometimes you have a temper."

"We're a military family, what do you expect?"

"Then you understand why I'd want to keep things verbal."

"What if I made a promise to you?" she asked as a firm offer.

"How would that work?"

She flipped over a piece of paper, and on the blank side, scribbled down a promissory note to her son:

I, Margaret Williams, will absolve Jacob Williams of any personal liability or hardship during the course of this 'Training,' provided that all actions undertaken during the training are deemed reasonable.

Signed: Maggie (a.k.a your loving mother) *kisses*

Once signed, she placed the note in front of her son.

"There," she said. "Your get-out-of-jail free card. Now, can we please continue? I'd like to get a feel of things. This is a big decision and I want to make sure it's right for me."

Jacob lifted his gaze from the paper and nodded. "Okay, fine. I wish I had the right equipment though."

"You're not actually going to hurt me, are you?" she said jokingly. "Because if you are, then the deal is off."

He laughed. "No way. I've read that a common part of the SERE interrogation process involves tying people to a chair or whatever. If we had rope, it would make our version of the training more realistic."

Did they have rope for household purposes? No.

But Maggie instantly thought of her ex-boyfriend, along with the small box in her closet. It seemed like only a few years ago that her ex-boyfriend had introduced her to bondage. It was something she had been interested in for years, but never tried until she confided her secret fantasies to him.

What she liked was the submissive nature of being tied and becoming helpless to a more dominant figure. As someone raised to be a strong woman, Maggie had always been ashamed of the submissive streak inside of herself. A lot of her submissive fantasies were lived through online porn and erotica, as well as copious amounts of masturbation with a small sex toy she kept hidden.

She quickly pondered to herself, wondering if she could reveal the smooth black rope. How would she explain it to Jacob?

In the end, it would be humiliating to reveal that side of herself to her son, but it also seemed necessary for this mock training session.

"I may have something," she said softly, just above a whisper.

"What do you mean?"

"How important is the rope?"

"It would be really helpful," he replied. "If you want, I can go buy some. But I think the rope they sell in stores might be rough against your skin. I'd have to tie it gently."

Now Maggie was really trapped, because the rope in her closet was designed for contact with human skin. The material was soft, almost silky, yet it could be used to tie strong knots to create the right sense of bondage.

"I have rope in my closet," she said.

"You do?"

"Don't ask. Come to my room in about 10 minutes. I'll need to dress more appropriately if you're going to do a proper simulation. In the meantime, think of all the nasty things you're going to do and say to me. Oh, and bring that promissory note too, so I won't strangle you when it's over."

There was a sly smile on Maggie's face as she was prepared to deal with all of the consequences headed her way.

The teacherly look was gone. Now, Maggie wore an outfit which was typical for military exercise on a base; a grey tshirt which had the Air Force logo, along with matching shorts. She wore her usual undergarments beneath and she was barefoot.

As a Reservist, she had to keep in decent shape all year round. She mostly ran outdoors and did calisthenics in the park. She didn't exactly look like a fitness model, but she was more than pleased with her slender and somewhat toned figure.

Maggie stood upright as her son entered her bedroom. Sure, he had seen her dressed like this before, but never in this context. She could sense the awkward tension with her son and she felt her son's heated gaze as he looked her over.

"It's there on the bed," she said of the rope. "There are three of them with different lengths. Pick the size you need."

Jacob looked at the bed where the black ropes were neatly laid.

"That's definitely not Air Force standard rope," he noted, mildly puzzled. "Why do you have that in your closet?"

"Don't ask. Just get to it. I'm sure you remember how to tie a good knot."

"Sure," he said, picking up the rope. "How about you stand by the bottom of the bed. That way, if you fall over, you can land on the bed."

Maggie gave a wry smile. "That's the spirit. I want your best."

She stood in position, with her back facing the bottom end of the bed, and her pose was like that of a good recruit. It brought back memories, even though she was only in front of her son.

As she waited to be tied up, she noticed the sudden apprehension from her son, who was still figuring things out.

"Thinking of how you'll do it?" she asked. "Or are you too afraid to tie your mother?"

"Both, I guess. I've never tied anyone up before. It's kind of creepy."

Maggie shrugged. "If it'll make you more comfortable, just think of this as bondage training."

"Like I'd want that," he said jokingly.

"Oh, please. Don't tell me you've never wanted to tie a woman up so you can do as your heart desires. It's a fun thrill. Just pretend we're doing something like that."

Immediately, Maggie knew she made a major mistake as Jacob sharpened his eyes in realization.

"Is that why you have this black rope?" he hesitantly asked. "For a cheap thrill or something?"

"It's not a cheap thrill," she defended herself, hiding away her embarrassment over this.

"Sorry, that's not what I meant."

She sighed, "If you must know, yes, that's the reason I have the rope. It was a gift from an ex-date of mine. You can imagine what it's for."

"I get it. What else do you have in your closet?"

"Jacob!" she snapped.

He backed away from the question, but Maggie noticed a faint glimmer of amusement on Jacob's face, with a sparkle in his eyes and a suppressed smile that almost formed around his lips. She had no idea what it meant, and she didn't want to know.

"We'll keep it simple," he said, getting back to work. "I'll tie your hands in front of you. The rope is smooth, so I'll give you a strong knot. It won't be too tight, otherwise you might like it."

"Very funny. Now do your job."

She stood with her hands out and allowed her son to swiftly and expertly bind her wrists with a firm knot.

Maggie's ex-boyfriend was an insurance salesman. He wasn't skilled in tying a proper knot and he didn't know much about real bondage. It was just a fun kink they explored for Maggie.

Her son, on the other hand, had plenty of experience with tight knots and securing things with rope. He had been a Boy Scout and had always been great with his hands.

She was supposed to be nervous. She was supposed to be intimidated.

But somehow, she could never be afraid of her son. And oddly enough, it only appealed to her naughty bondage desires. She pushed those thoughts away. They were totally inappropriate, especially as she felt a pool of arousal between her legs.

Her son was tall and hovered over her. Sure, she thought he was handsome. Though she'd never tell another soul, she had fantasized about Jacob on several occasions.

To her own embarrassment, her pussy got wetter as she was now under her son's dominant control. And to think, all of this was her idea.

"What is your mission here?" he asked with faux authority.

Maggie mustered her courage. "You can go straight to hell."

"Really?"

"No, not really," she huffed. "This is role-play, remember? Act like a hostile and do your duty. Don't forget, YOU need to be tested too. This is for both of us. Okay, Air Force brat?"

When she saw the peeved look in his eyes, Maggie knew she had done something right. She had awoken something within her son. Perfect for this mini-training.

Jacob grabbed the back of her hair, careful not to hurt her in any way.

"I'm going to ask you again," he said, this time more forcefully. "What is your mission here!?"

Maggie threw a knee strike towards his groin, but intentionally missed his privates.

"Still not convincing," she scolded him. "At this point, I think I have more balls than you. Come on, scare me, threaten me. I want a realistic simulation now. I can handle this."

"Mom, in a real simulation, your clothes might be... nevermind."

She nodded. "I know. A SERE trainer might rip my clothes. I need to prepare for that."

"Do you want me to do it?" he asked.

"I want you to act like a man. I need to know how much stress I can tolerate before I agree to the mission. And you need some balls, mister, if you think you're worthy to join the Air Force like your father."

She knew Jacob's weak spots. And that seemed to do it. She was pleased to see a fire in Jacob's eyes. She watched him march to the other side of the room where she kept some household supplies; he opened a drawer and came back with a thick pair of scissors.

"I can do it," he threatened, holding up the scissors. "Can you handle it?"

Maggie was impressed by how assertive her son became. Maybe she was really making a man out of him? The irony.

"If you can do it, then do it," she dared. "Don't be a pussy. Be a man, the kind this country needs."

Deep down, she knew Jacob would never touch her clothes. Not in a million years. He was always a respectful son and removing her clothes would forever change their relationship.

To her absolute shock, Jacob kept a straight face as he used the scissors to cut her tshirt from the neckline downward. When the tshirt was cut down the middle, he gave the fabric a hard pull, which ripped her tshirt off completely, exposing her bra.

She was too stunned to say anything, even when he started cutting the fabric on her shorts, ripping it off when he had the chance.

Her jaw dropped as she stood in her matching white bra and panties. Her pussy was drenched as she was left nearly naked in front of her son.

"Are you going to cooperate now?" he asked, holding up the scissors.

Maggie couldn't tell if Jacob was still role-playing or not. Either way, they'd need a long talk after this was over.

"You are a coward," she answered firmly. "Ripping off a woman's clothes? What kind of a man are you?"

"This is your choice. You brought this on yourself for refusing to cooperate."

Instead of unclasping her bra, Jacob used the scissors to cut each strap on her shoulders, then in the middle, so that the shredded bra fell to the floor.

Maggie had never gasped so loud in her life as her breasts were now exposed. Her tits were still mostly pert, sagging a little, and even without looking, she knew that her long pink nipples were hard. She wondered if Jacob could tell how aroused she was.

If this was still training, she needed to show her bravery. She needed to practice these emotions and show toughness. She stood upright, chest forward, hands still down, allowing her breasts to protrude, even if it meant giving Jacob an eyeful. He gladly accepted the view, taking a moment to gawk at her tits.

"Ready to cooperate yet?" he asked, delving deeper into character.

"You are a piece of shit."

"All of this could have been avoided. You are mine now."

Jacob brought the scissors down and cut around her panties. Her panties fell to the carpet and suddenly Maggie froze stiff. It was one thing to bare her breasts to her son, it was something else entirely for her neatly trimmed pussy to be exposed. It should have been a stopping point for both of them, but with their family history of being hard-headed, neither of them were going to relent, despite how awkward the situation was.

"I... I'm naked," she said softly in disbelief.

"This is your fault, Captain Williams."

She stood there and watched Jacob absorb the sight of her nudity, seeing something that should have been forbidden to him. He didn't care. He looked all he wanted. Openly. Unabashed. And Maggie's body responded to that, with her nipples turning harder and her pussy becoming wetter. A desire burned within her. A taboo desire.

Maggie suddenly wondered if Jacob was doing this in character, or... for his own lustful purposes...

Then she wondered why Jacob's eyes were suddenly glued to the floor, where her shredded panties were, instead of her naked body. When she looked down at the cut panties around her feet, she understood.

There was a wet stain in the center of her shredded undergarment. Jacob saw it clearly.

"Sorry," she blushed.

"For what? Your wet stain? Maybe I tied your wrists a little too hard."

"Now you're being an asshole," she replied, looking Jacob up and down, then focusing on his crotch. "Besides, I think you like what you're seeing and doing to me."

Jacob adjusted his posture. Maggie had become aware that her son was fully erect at the sight of her nakedness. It didn't help their mock training. It didn't help at all.

In fact, it made the training less realistic because now, she was dripping wet with arousal, and he was rock hard. Nothing like a real life SERE drill.

"Maybe this was a bad idea," she said.

"Oh, I was just about to break you... I mean... I know some details about the training, but I didn't want to mention it earlier because it's probably outdated."

Maggie breathed deeply and pushed her chest out. "Give me your worst."

"Are you sure?"

"Stop asking. Just do it."

Their mom/son relationship was on a temporary halt as Jacob gave her a bear hug and lifted her off the ground. Her tits were pressed against his chest. Naturally, Maggie's legs resisted on instinct, kicking the air, and kicking her son. No one had ever manhandled her like this before.

When her left leg struggled, the side of her calf brushed against her son's erection, which seemed impossibly hard. The deviant bastard, she thought.

Maggie was lifted off her feet and placed on the center of the bed. Jacob gently sat on her midsection, careful to use only a portion of his body weight. He reached over and grabbed a longer rope. He used it to tie Maggie's already bound hands to the top bed frame, leaving her with her hands up, unable to cover her breasts.

The tension halted when her phone beeped. It was on the bedside table and she had received a short series of texts.

Maggie spoke in a normal tone. "Can you check my phone? It might be your Aunt on the way."

"Only because it's Aunt Christina. Otherwise, training should never have breaks."

When he bent over to check the phone on the table, his erection pressed on Maggie's stomach, which he didn't attempt to conceal. She wondered if this was on purpose, or if Jacob simply got carried away and forgot.

"She'll be here soon," Jacob said, reading the phone. "She didn't say what time though."

"Oh goodness, we better hurry."

"Hmm..." he mumbled, reading more incoming texts.

"What is it?"

"Aunt Christina just said that she has a special surprise for you, and that you two are going to have a great time when I'm at class tomorrow. Then she sent a bunch of text emojis with kisses and licks. What's that all about?"

Maggie was typically great at coming up with quick excuses, but in this vulnerable position with her hands tied and her body naked, she was at a loss for words.

"I... ummm... Your Aunt is a touchy, feely person. You already know that."

In the heat of the moment, Maggie's body betrayed her. Her toes curled, her legs almost crossed, and her hands clenched. Her lips pursed together and she knew she was busted, because Jacob had spotted some of these little details.

"Oh really?" he questioned, back in his role as interrogator. "Is that all you have to say for yourself?"

"Please don't take this any further."

Jacob did. He reached between Maggie's legs and did the unthinkable; he touched the outer folds of her pussy.

Sure, Maggie could have stopped this. She could have yelled and berated him for such a lewd act. But a part of her needed to know how much pressure she could withstand. And another part of her, the secretly deviant side, was curious to see how far this could go. Deep down, she wanted to know if her son had the balls to actually fuck her.

"Wet," he said, holding his fingers to her face. "Tell me more about you and Aunt Christina."

"She's my younger sister." Maggie held firm.

"And?"

"What are you implying?"

Still sensing that something was off, Jacob returned to his dominant position, gently sitting on her stomach.

Maggie was in utter disbelief as her own son, someone who had been the man of the house for the past several years, reached down to touch her breasts and pinch her stiff pink nipples.

"You're aroused," Jacob coldly said. "And I've asked you a question. Tell me about you and Aunt Christina, or worse things will happen."

Never in Maggie's life had she been in such a vulnerable position. Not only was she being sexually degraded and dominated by her son, but her deepest, darkest secret with her sister was on the brink of discovery.

She should have been furious.

She should have been enraged.

Instead, a nerve had been hit. Her submissive side had been placed on red alert. It was an intense thrill and she got a rush similar to a takeoff, except this appealed to her deviant and dirty desires.

As she looked in Jacob's eyes and felt his cock bulge on her stomach, she knew he felt the same way.

"If you want to know, you'll have to try harder than that," she dared him. "I don't give up information easily."

He pinched her nipples harder. "You're making me angry."

"What are you going to do? Use that tiny, worthless cock on me?"

He grinded his erection against her stomach. "Breaking you is tougher than I expected. I commend you for your loyalty and bravery. Unfortunately, it will come at a steep cost."

As Maggie laid there helplessly, looking up towards her dominant son, she wondered what would happen next. She wondered what trick he had up his sleeve.

It was a total shock when Jacob lifted himself, then pulled the front of his shorts to expose his erection, which was ready for action. The head of the cock pointed directly at her. It was so swollen that Maggie wondered if it hurt. It was her first time ever seeing Jacob's erection and her heart nearly skipped a beat.

"What are you going to do with that?" she asked with a hoarse voice.

"You already know," he plainly said. "Unless you give me the information I want."

"You wouldn't dare!" she screamed.

It was a genuine scream. But she knew, and her son knew, that this was far from over. Maggie was a woman in extreme heat.

"Oh yes, I would," he replied with a sinister tone. "Are you going to tell me your secret? Or am I going to have to fuck it out of you?"

This couldn't be real. Could it? Had her own son threatened to fuck her? It was a bizarre threat to make. But at the same time, she wondered if she was ready to break and spill the info.

The truth was, her heart was beating so fast, she felt like she had just sprinted up a hill. The idea of spilling her secrets with her sister was so arousing. And the very thought of being fucked by her dominant son was even more of a mind bender.

She figured she'd regret this someday. But her submissive side would never forgive her if she passed up this opportunity for amazing bondage sex with a powerfully intense taboo added to it.

Her heart (and pussy) won out.

"Do your worst," she defiantly said, spreading her legs the best she could.

"You've left me no choice."

Jacob was dead serious. He pulled away from her, stood up, and pulled his shorts and tshirt off. Just like that, he was naked. They were on an even playing field now being nude, though she was still bound and helpless.

She spread her legs wide open while staring at her son, almost daring him to fuck her as hard as humanly possible. Neither of their eyes wavered or broke contact. Neither of them wanted to be the first to quit.

Her eyes looked down towards her pussy as Jacob positioned himself on the bed, right between her legs. He pressed his erection against her pussy and penetrated her, taking Maggie's breath away for a moment. God, this is actually happening, she thought.

Jacob gave a short push and partially entered. His cock was throbbing and she could feel him pulsing around her labia and dripping wet hole.

"Last chance," he said, holding firm. "Tell me what Aunt Christina wants to do with you."

Maggie took a deep breath and wondered if she could actually go through with this. This was irreversible and they could never come back from this.

"If you want information, you'll have to earn it," she replied, hardly believing the words coming out of her mouth.

"Your choice."

Jacob grabbed both of her ankles and lifted her feet in the air, spreading her legs wide. Then he gave a hard thrust inside her warm, wet pussy. She was so aroused that the fast penetration didn't hurt. Her body was ready enough so that his seven-inch cock slid inside of her in a smooth motion. Her natural lubrication had done its job for her son.

"Oh fuck," she gasped, eyes wide open. "I can't believe you just did that."

"This is your fault. I told you to cooperate."

Maggie lay helpless with her wrists tied to the bedpost as her hands instinctively struggled. All she could do was watch the lustful look on her son's face as he fucked her harder. She knew this was Jacob's dirty, naughty fantasy all along (just like hers). And now he was finally able to live it out under the guise of training (just like her).

The bed made squeaky noises as Jacob thrusted harder and more relentlessly. As Maggie lay flat on her back with her hands tied up, her tits bounced on her chest, rocking back and forth. She noticed her son glancing down at her bouncing breasts and hard pink nipples. She was certain it was a delicious sight.

"You're tough," he grunted, thrusting slower. "But I can see that you're breaking. Now tell me what your plans are? What was the text about?"

"No! I swore I'd never tell!"

Jacob gave a hard thrust, holding his cock all the way inside his mother, and pinched one of her nipples.

"Wrong answer," he said, grinding his cock. "Why did Aunt Christina send you those kissing and licking emojis?"

He gave several thrusts in quick succession, which made her scream.

"Christina is going to lick my pussy!!!" she wailed as her son fucked her fast.

Maggie saw the surprise in Jacob's eyes as he stopped fucking her for a moment.

"Oh really?" he asked in disbelief.

Maggie felt a strong wave of shame wash over her. She was now a woman with two incestuous relationships.

"Yes, really," she admitted. "It's something we've started doing these past few years. Are you disgusted?"

Maggie was unsure how her son would react. As his hands mauled her breasts and then pinned her shoulders, she should have known. He slowly started fucking her again. Like the vast majority of men, the idea of two women having sex turned him on. But two sisters? Jacob went wild, and Maggie's pussy reaped the benefits.

"Tell me how it started," he said in a low voice, fucking her even harder now.

Her tits rocked back and forth again as her son really went to work on her pussy. She had never been so turned on in her life. And she was certain her son felt the same way.

"She gave me comfort years ago," Maggie said while her body was still being sexually ravished. "She... she consoled me when I became a single mother. Ohhh God... I cried in her arms then she kissed me. We kissed on the mouth!!"

Jacob thrusted faster. "Did she eat your pussy?"

"Yes!!!"

His eyes were filled with lust and he went faster.

"Did you eat Aunt Christina's pussy?"

"Yes," she answered in a lower voice with all the pleasure that was overwhelming her.

His thrusts formed an intense pattern, causing tears to drip from Maggie's eyes.

"Oh God," he groaned. "Do both of you do this often?"

She cried, "Every... time... she... visits... and you're not home."

Jacob went wild with his pounding, filling the room with slapping noises from their passionate fucking.

"Do you like that I'm owning your pussy?" he softly asked.

"I... I do... I love that my own son is... oh God... I'm going to cum!!!"

Maggie's toes curled as she felt an overwhelming orgasm. She didn't care that her freshly washed bed sheets were being stained. It was worth it. The pressure around her pussy had never felt so great and she squirted. Her eyes rolled back when it happened and she was surprised she didn't faint.

Her body nearly went limp as Jacob kept on thrusting to reach his own climax.

"I'm going to cum in you," he whispered.

She nodded. Her eyes were half open and she was barely conscious as she watched her son's face contort in pleasure and he emptied himself inside of the place where he was conceived all those years ago. In all honesty, it was the most erotic feeling she had ever experienced.

When it was done, he laid on top of her breasts. She wished she could have caressed his face and hair, the way a good mother does, but her hands were still bound.

She came back to life when her phone beeped.

"Untie me," she said. "It could be your Aunt."

Instead, Jacob checked the phone and then he smiled.

"She's here," he mischievously said. "She's in the driveway."

"Quick, untie me! I need to get dressed"

"I have a better idea."

"What?"

"Aunt Christina would be thrilled to know that you've passed my version of the SERE training. I'll be right back."

"What!? We can't let her see me like this."

He got up and pulled his clothes back on. "Mom, this is part of your training. It'll give you more courage and confidence. Trust me."

With that, he rushed out of the room and down the stairs to answer the door. Maggie laid there, hands still tied, naked, with a sopping mess between her legs, wondering how her sex life had gotten so crazy. She was a professor and a Reservist; not a sex maniac. Her life was supposed to be wholesome and honorable.

She heard them coming up the stairs and she wanted to cry. Her life would never be the same again. She looked down the hallway and saw her son and younger sister approaching. Maggie laid there without moving. There was nowhere to go. She heard them talking about how the training and interrogation went.

"Well, well, well," Christina said playfully upon entering the bedroom. "Looks like my big sister is a lot stronger than I thought. I'm so proud of you, Margaret."

"Christina..." she gasped. "I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything. Looks like you've made me a delicious cream pie, or shall I call it a cum cocktail? Made from the finest ingredients. A new family recipe, I'd say."

"What?!"

"Don't play coy," Christina said, unbuttoning her blouse. "You know what I like. What we both like."

Christina took off her top, revealing her flat chest and hard nipples, so her own clothes wouldn't be stained. Then she removed everything else. After all, the bed was drenched with squirt.

It felt like a perverse heaven as Maggie laid there and spread her legs wide once again. A few moments ago, she had spread for her son. Now she was spreading for her sister, while Jacob was still in the room watching.

She saw her younger sister position herself between her legs. Then she cherished the feeling of Christina licking her cum stained labia with long tongue strokes. That was Christina's specialty. After several thirsty licks, Christina put her tongue inside and sucked Maggie's squirt along with the thick globs of Jacob's cum.

"Interrogation training isn't supposed to be this fun," Jacob noted.

"Just doing my patriotic duty," Maggie hummed, closing her eyes to enjoy her sister's mouth.

Why fight it? She wrapped her legs around Christina's neck and enjoyed the feeling of her pussy being eaten. All of the love juices had been slurped away, and now, Christina was just doing this to give Maggie another mind blowing orgasm. Maggie smiled to herself, knowing how close she was to making another mess, this time in her sister's mouth.

When she turned to look at her son, Maggie came again and realized that she could handle anything.

The End