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

133. Different Sex Story (479-487)

Different Sex Story Chapter 485 - Crowded Places with Mom

479 Bus Ride with Mom

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Grace scoffed loudly when she read the email on her laptop. She was sitting in the back of the bus next to her son. They were halfway to their destination, and at the current moment, the bus was in the hot desert of Arizona.

"What happened?" Billy asked.

She kept her eyes down on her laptop. "An article I'm working on. Apparently the senior Editor has lost her mind."

"Really? Why?"

Always being a nosy son, Billy glanced down at the computer, and Grace turned it away so he couldn't see.

"You shouldn't be seeing that," she told him.

"Was that porn?"

"Keep it down, would you?" she hissed.

Grace's eyes scanned the rest of the passengers. There were approximately 9 other people there. Most of them were sitting in the middle or the front of the bus. Half were people her own age. The rest were seniors. At this point in the trip, most of them had dozed off.

There was no way anyone would have heard their discussion anyway. The bus was simply too loud and driving fast on the highway.

"Well, what was it?" he asked, a bit more quietly.

Normally, she was always open with her son. She loved sharing details of articles she was working on. And since Billy was a journalism major in college, she decided to fill him in on the latest story she was working on.

She turned the laptop to her son. "My boss sent me these pictures."

"Oh jeez."

Grace reluctantly showed her son images of people having sex.

"I know," she replied. "I was working on a story about sexual harassment that occurs on flights and bus trips. My boss wants me to expand it to include all the different ways that people can have sex in flights or on a bus."

"Sounds like clickbait."

"My point exactly. I'm trying to work out a compromise. I'll deliver the stupid clickbait article on sex in tight spaces, if she'll publish my story on harassment."

"Well, look at the bright side. You're getting paid to watch porn."

Grace sharpened her expression. "As opposed to reading Literotica stories and forgetting to clear history."

"Oh, right," he blushed.

She couldn't resist. She had to tease him about the time his computer broke. So he asked to use her personal bedroom computer to finish an essay he was working on. Unfortunately, some of his 'research' included Literotica stories which would shock most people's conscience.

"Don't be sorry," she smiled. "Just remember to clear your history."

"I told you, it was research."

Her eyebrow arched. "Incest stories?"

"Shhh..." he hissed, with his eyes making sure no one heard. "Someone might hear you."

"That would be unfortunate."

"I'm serious though," he said. "It was for research. Just like how you're looking at sex pictures to research a story."

"My boss just emailed me these pictures."

"That's still research, isn't it? Just like I was doing. You really think I'd read those stories on my own? No way."

She pursed her lips. "Fair point."

Deep down, she didn't really believe him. If Billy was telling the truth, he would have mentioned what his research paper was about. But he didn't. She just accepted the fact that her son liked incest erotica. What else could she do about it?

They went back to doing their own things. Grace worked on her laptop. And Billy seemed as restless as ever. He was an energetic college student and all he could do was look at the view outside. The bus ride was going to last another hour.

"Would you mind looking away from my computer, please?" Grace asked.

"I wasn't spying."

"I know. But I'm about to view something. Don't look at my laptop, okay?"

"Sure, no problem."

Grace clicked an attachment to her email. A video played. In the corner of her eye, she saw her son taking a glance. That was when she closed her laptop.

"I said no looking," she snapped.

"I couldn't help it. When the video played, I had to look. Mom, that was a hardcore porn video."

"No, it wasn't. It was an instructional video."

"What's the difference?"

"This is to teach people," she explained. "Why do you care anyway? I know that you watch it regularly."

He smiled. "I don't know. It just seems funny."

"My boss sent it to me. Research, remember?"

"Your boss must really like researching things."

Grace shook her head. "Not really. What my boss likes is views. Sex sells and gets the most views. So she's pushing me to get this article done in a few days because traffic on our website has been dipping these past few weeks."

"Maybe I can help."

"Excuse me?" she asked in a scolding way.

"You obviously hate this assignment. Let me write it for you. To be honest, I'm excited to see my writings appear on a major news website. It's a dream of mine knowing that so many people are reading what I've written."

"It's a rush. I'll admit. But this breaches ethical boundaries."

"Is anyone going to find out? No. So what ethical violations are there if no one knows?"

Grace shook her head. "Fine. There are moral considerations. I don't want to read your writings on sex. It'll make me feel... icky."

"What's worse? Reading my sex article? Or you having to finish that article alone? Face it, you're miserable. You're built to write articles on serious issues of the day. Not sex stuff."

That was spot on. She knew he was right. What Grace loved was tackling important topics for her readers. Writing about sex had always made her uncomfortable, and she only had to do it recently because of new management wanting higher internet traffic.

"We'll compromise," she said. "We'll work on it together. How about that?"

He smiled, "Can I type?"

"Be my guest."

Grace handed her laptop to her son. She watched as he put it on his lap and played the video clip. It was of a naked woman riding a guy's lap. It was meant to be educational, but it was extremely arousing nonetheless.

Since they had been traveling together for the past few days, she knew that Billy didn't have much of an opportunity to masturbate. She knew he was pent up. She had enough life experience (and sexual experience) to know when a guy was wound up tight.

"The article is about sex in tight spaces?" he asked.

"Yes. Mile high clubs in an airplane bathroom. Sex in the back of the bus. That sort of thing. My boss say it's feasible. I think it's crazy."

"Well, mom, your boss is right. I'd have to side with her."

"You don't know my boss. She doesn't understand legitimate news or important issues. All she cares about is ratings and views."

"That's called business," he replied, still watching the sex clip on a loop. "And yes, she's right. Sex is possible in such tight spaces."

"Easy for you to say. Men can do it sitting or standing upright. It's women who have to bend and flex and become gymnasts."

"Stand halfway. Right here."

She looked surprised. "You want me to stand halfway, right here, like in a sex position? You want me to model for you?"

"Yes, it's for the story."

"Billy, I'm wearing a skirt. You'd be able to see the shape of my butt."

"So?"

"What do you mean, so?" she asked in disbelief.

"All I'm saying is, you're under new management. And what they want is more views and salacious articles. So if you play ball with them and give them what they want, you'll have more leeway to make your news articles."

The comment made Grace pause. She knew that all along. She just needed to hear someone say it to her in a reassuring way. To give her validation that she won't become a 'sellout,' which was her greatest fear. A duty to her readers was her top priority. And the only way to deliver hard news was to write these fluff pieces first.

"Okay, fine," she said.

"And besides, if you crank out more of these types of article, you might even get a pay raise."

It was a nice thought. "That sounds nice. Every journalist is in need of some extra money."

"Then stand up. In this position."

Billy paused the clip, which showed a woman slightly bending over, with her ass pointed back. He turned the laptop and showed it to his mom.

Grace cringed. But work was work. She grabbed the seat in front of her, which was unoccupied, and lifted herself. She took the same position as the sex performer, letting her butt hang out. She knew she had a great ass. And now, she knew that her son was gazing at it.

"Got what you need?" she asked, refusing to even look at him.

"Yep. It all checks out."

She rolled her eyes at the double meaning. Then she sat down.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"Sex in the backseat of a bus would definitely work. Also, you'd make a great model. Just saying."

She rolled her eyes again. "Okay, we'll continue this assignment later, when we aren't trapped next to each other."

Grace clenched her laptop and took it back from her son. When she pulled the laptop back, Billy immediately put his hands across his lap. She knew full well what it meant.

"Are you..." her voice trailed off.

"No, I'm not."

"Is that an erection? From looking at my butt?"

He quickly shook his head. "No way. It's from the video."

"I knew you were pent up," she said, smiling. "But this? I should be freaking out right now, but maybe, just maybe, I'm taking it as a compliment."

He blushed. "Okay, let's pretend this never happened."

"Are you still interested in helping me write it? You had a great point. Maybe you could be my assistant in writing these sex fluff articles. It'll spare me the misery."

"Only if you... nevermind..."

"Tell me. Say it."

He whispered. "Well, I've never, you know, had sex in a tight space or in a public area before. But I know I could write about it... if..."

"Say it."

"If I had more time to analyze the positions. I'd need to know, from a male perspective, how I'd need to turn my body."

She looked at him sharply. "So you want me to pose for you again?"

"It would improve the article."

"Billy, you have an erection."

He looked even more embarrassed. "I meant we could do it later."

Despite the craziness, Grace was a woman who liked to handle things right away. She was a workhorse. In college, she was the girl who stayed up late studying and spent hours perfecting her papers. In her career as a journalist, she was known for her fast production of quality stories.

"How about now?" she asked. "We'll make it quick. No touching. Then hopefully by tonight we'll finish the article and I'll submit it to my boss. That way, we'll have more free time."

He nodded. "Sounds like a plan."

She closed the laptop and stood up partially. She held onto the empty seats in front of her and she scooted her feet, so that she was positioned in front of her son.

The space was tight and her calves were touching her son's legs.

"What do you think?" she asked, knowing Billy was getting a full view of the shape of her butt.

"Incredible."

"The article, I mean."

She wanted to turn around and scold Billy for complimenting her butt, when suddenly, the bus hit a bump, causing her to fall back and land on his lap. No one else in the bus had been affected since they were all sitting. But Grace was now planted firmly on her son's crotch.

Worse, as she attempted to sit upright, she felt herself sitting on her son's massive erection, which bulged through his shorts.

"Oh goodness," she gasped. "I'll move."

Before she could get up, she felt her son's hands gently grab a hold of her shoulders.

"Research, remember?" he said, giving her a light massage. "It's the best way to get a story done. Isn't that what you've always taught me?"

She reached down and slapped his leg. "Legal research. Informational research. Not feeling my butt. And certainly not me sitting on your erection, which is quite massive, I must say."

"Then what are you going to do? Fake the article? Wouldn't that be lying to your readers?"

She paused to think, even as her son held onto her shoulders, and his erection bulged against her ass.

"What are you proposing?" she asked hesitantly.

"Let's see if the positions work. You know, like in those videos your boss sent you. Then we can write an article based on firsthand accounts."

Her eyes scanned the front of the bus. The other passengers were all minding their own business.

"Fine," she said. But we only do what's necessary. Nothing more."

"You got it. Now gyrate your hips a little. Then go up and down. We'll get a good idea of what's possible with that seat right in front of you."

She sighed. "Today is your lucky day."

"Our lucky day," he clarified. "Your boss is going to be pleased."

She moved her hips, side to side. Her eyes made sure that none of the other passengers turned back. This was her first time doing anything remotely sexual in a public space, let alone on a bus. And it was with her own son of all people!

When she moved up and down, she felt the bulge grinding into her ass. She kept her mind focused on the job. She did her best to imagine the cock was something else, but she couldn't. A cock was a cock. And it was her son's. There was no way around that.

"This seems doable," he said. "Now we'll need to check the other position."

She stopped grinding. "Excuse me?"

"The other thing your boss sent you. We need to explore that too so we can write a complete article. Otherwise the research would be incomplete."

"Jesus, you can't be serious."

"When it comes to journalism, I'm just as serious as you."

"Smartass," she muttered.

Grace did the move in the pornographic pictures. She held onto the seat in front of her and raised her butt even higher, giving her son a clearer look at her shapely rear. Then she lowered her bottom down to the direction of her son's cock in a swift motion.

"Oww!" he gasped.

"Be quiet," she said. "God forbid someone turns back and sees us."

"Your ass just caused me a lot of pain."

"I can't make it any smaller."

"That's not what I meant," he said. "When you did that, it grinded and pulled against my underwear. It was like I was being strangled down there. Without going into detail, it hurt."

A wicked thought came to mind. It was evil and nasty. But it would help get the job done and complete their research for the day. The faster it got done. The sooner this would be over.

"I have a solution," she said. "Are you up for it?"

"What is it?"

Without asking him, she raised her butt, and she reached down to pull the top of her son's shorts. She reached inside to fish his cock out. It was a simple maneuver since he was hard and long. She gave it a quick stroke, admiring it with her hand. Then she let the hard cock stand upright.

"There," she said. "Better?"

"Umm... much."

She was mildly amused at his sudden loss for words. She tried the maneuver again. This time, as she brought her butt down, she felt her son's bare cock rubbing against her backside. It gave her a perverse thrill which she had never felt before.

His hand moved down to her waist and Grace knew this was getting out of hand.

"This still feels problematic," he said.

"What do you mean?"

"The way you're moving is unrealistic. Women don't come down at that angle. That's now how sex works."

"I know, but it's the only option we have."

"No," he said. "We can always make it more realistic."

Grace's mind and body screamed when the offer was made. Could she really? Would she allow it? Was this for her? Or her career? Was she really this fucking aroused at the thought of it?

The answer to all of those questions were clear to her. She made up her mind in a snap decision. Maybe she'd deeply regret it later. Maybe not. All she knew was that a part of herself was aching. And her mind was racing.

She lifted her butt. "Do it."

Her eyes widened when she felt her son hike up her skirt. Her panty-covered butt was near her son's face.

Her jaw dropped when she felt her son yank her panties down.

"Fuck, you're drenched," he noted.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I want to be the best journalist possible. Just like you, mom."

She was nearly frozen as Billy pulled her towards him, then he stuffed her pussy with his cock. She gasped aloud when he entered her. Then he pulled her lower so that he could slide all the way in.

Now she understood why Billy read those nasty incest stories online. This was his fantasy. This was something Billy had deeply desired; the need to fuck his own mother.

As Grace's pussy was being fucked, this had now become her desire too.

"That's it," he grunted. "Do it like in that picture. We need to know how tight spaces work, don't we?"

"We do," she groaned back in a low whisper.

Her career had now become a pretext to fuck her own son. She squeezed the seat in front of her tightly, then she raised her butt upwards, and swiftly brought it down. She heard her son moan loudly. It made her even wetter knowing that she was giving him so much pleasure with her pussy.

"I think we've done enough research," she said, as a pang of guilt came over her.

In all her years of being Billy's mother, fucking him had never once crossed her mind. Though if she were honest with herself, the feeling and taboo of it was sensational.

"No, we're not done yet," he said firmly.

"No?"

"Mom, we need to know if this position gets uncomfortable over a longer period of time. I mean, a few thrusts doesn't prove anything. We need to know if sex can be sustained until the point of orgasm."

She gulped. "You want to cum in my pussy?"

"It's for the best. Otherwise we'll have a mess to clean."

Instead of replying, she clenched her pussy tight. With all those kegel exercises she does, it was a strong squeeze, and it made Billy whimper. She raised her hips, then she did the motion again while her pussy remained clenched. It felt amazing for her. She knew it was amazing for her son too, with those torturous groans he was making.

She kept her clench tight and continued rocking her hips with the same motion. Despite the amazing sexual feeling of sex, the position was becoming uncomfortable. Her legs and lower back were tiring out. She made a mental note of it for the article she'd be working on later.

Maybe fucking her son had legitimate career and educational benefits after all?

With all her arousal, she may have clenched too tightly and fucked Billy too hard, because he moaned out loud, causing a female passenger to turn her head and look to the back of the bus.

Grace remained still, sitting on her son's cock. A female passenger, about the same age as her, had turned back and caught them. Both women froze as they were too shocked to say anything. The female passenger was unsure if it was actually sex or not.

"Why are you stopping?" he asked, unaware that they had been caught. "Come on, mom, I'm so close."

"Billy, wait..."

He grabbed her waist tightly and pushed his crotch upwards in the most rapid pace imaginable. His cock was like a jackhammer. Each thrust hit Grace's illusive g-spot, sending her completely over the edge.

She looked away as she had become powerless and paralyzed by her son's fucking. Her jaw was dropped and she did everything in her power not to scream from the intense pleasure.

The female passenger stared in disbelief. Grace felt mortified that she was being watched, fucked by her own son while a stranger stared in shock.

"I'm... I'm cumming," she said in a low voice.

"Perfect," he replied with a mischievous tone.

Deep down, Grace wanted to tell her son of the mysterious voyeur, who seemed too shocked to turn away. Grace sincerely wanted to stop this shame. But her body genuinely felt as though it had shut down. This was the fault of her son's jackhammering cock. His thick and long erection was hitting her g-spot in ways she had never experienced. In a way she never thought possible.

It was heaven. She closed her eyes as she came, praying the woman would stop looking, and that no one else would watch. She clenched her jaw so that she wouldn't scream by accident.

She felt a flood between her legs. She knew she had squirted all over her son and had made a mess on the seat.

"Oh shit," Billy said of her squirt.

After she had reached her peak, she whispered, "Sorry."

"Don't be, that was fucking intense. I'm going to cum inside you now."

Grace opened her eyes. The female passenger still watched in shock as Billy kept on jackhammering his cock inside her pussy. Grace heard her son panting and moaning. She felt his cock and body tense. Then she felt cum dripping down her labia.

It was done. They had officially finished fucking.

The female stranger kept looking on. Stunned beyond words.

Grace wondered if the woman was simply shocked or too horny to look away. But then she remembered that before they boarded the bus, Billy had called her 'mom' a few times.

The woman knew that this was a mother/son unholy coupling. That's why the woman was in awe. Perhaps out of horror?

Resigned to her fate of having been caught committing incest, Grace reached below and used her index finger to wipe Billy's cum from her drenched labia, then she brought it to her mouth and sucked.

She looked the female passenger straight in the eyes, while rolling her son's thick glob of cum in her mouth, while occasionally letting her tongue swirl passed her lips, then she swallowed.

The stranger's eyes widened, as if insulted, then she turned to face forward once again.

"Holy fuck," he gasped.

She leaned back, using her son as a comfortable chair, while his cock remained in her pussy. She reached down and stroked his balls.

"From now on," she said. "I'll defer all sexual articles to you. You're in charge of research and you'll take the lead on writing them. Got it?"

He rubbed her thighs. "Yes mom. I'd love to."

"Good. Consider this your journalistic training."

Grace looked through the window towards the beautiful Arizona view. She wiped her labia again, along with her son's softening shaft to collect more cum. She brought it to her tongue and licked, rolling it around in her mouth. It was her new favorite snack for a bus ride.

480 Bus Ride with Sister

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How could I refuse?

My sister had two expensive tickets for a private bus tour through Southern California. It was the romantic kind of tour where couples would be taken from destination to destination on a large bus. And suddenly I was being pressured to go with her.

Let me explain: Our family has always been adventurous. Meaning, we traveled a lot, especially when Christine and I were young. Christine's then-boyfriend was well aware of that fact, and he surprised her with tickets for a 3-day tour.

However, plans changed when Christine discovered that her boyfriend had been cheating on her. He begged for forgiveness, saying the secret relationship didn't mean anything, but Christine wasn't the forgiving type (especially when it came to cheating). He even gave Christine both tickets as a goodwill gesture.

Christine refused to take him back, but she didn't want to waste the tickets either. Plus she was genuinely excited for the trip, which included fun outdoor activities and beautiful scenery. She couldn't take any of her female friends because the tour was for couples only. And she couldn't take any of her male friends since it would send mixed dating signals.

Our parents overheard Christine asking me to go, and they encouraged me to accept, even though I persistently refused. Our parents felt it would be good sibling bonding time since Christine and I rarely hung out.

So, I was offered the other ticket, and I couldn't refuse.

To get to the location, we took a short train ride, followed by a short cab ride. The meeting location was a small ranch with a lounging area for guests and a moderately sized parking lot. The ranch itself wasn't part of the retreat. It was merely a gathering place to start the bus tour. It was hot and painfully early in the morning.

When we got out of the cab, I carried my stuff, and my sister pulled her luggage and carried some small bags.

We went inside the small ranch building and saw an elderly lady behind the receptionist desk.

"Good morning," the lady said with a super friendly smile.

We both said hello to the lady and made small talk for a while. She was extremely polite and I could sense that the trip was going to be a lot of fun.

"You're here for the tour retreat, I'm assuming," the lady said.

Christine grabbed the tickets from her purse. "Yep, I've got the tickets right here. We're very excited about it."

"Are those things coming too?" the lady asked, looking at our pile of stuff.

"Of course, why?"

The lady had a confused look. "Well, I'm not sure why you'd be needing all that. Do you know what kind of tour this is?"

"A couples retreat, right?" my sister replied.

"Yes, but, what's inside the luggage?"

My sister looked equally as confused. "My clothes obviously."

"Oh dear," the lady gasped with an awkward expression on her face. "This isn't exactly the kind of retreat where clothes would be needed."

My sister squinted her eyes. "Excuse me?"

"This is a nudist retreat, dear."

Christine looked at the tickets, then she looked at the old lady, then she looked at the tickets again, before turning her attention back to the old lady.

"That's not mentioned anywhere on the tickets, or the brochures we looked at. Are we in the right location?"

"We don't advertise the nudity for legal reasons," the lady replied. "The laws can be very bizarre for this sort of thing. Only fellow nudists would know about a tour like this."

"But, but, we've come all this way. The tickets are already paid for. Is there any way my bro...I mean...my boyfriend and I, can keep our clothes on?"

The lady gave a deeply sympathetic expression. "I'm so sorry dear. But this is purely a nudist retreat. And we don't make exceptions, otherwise it would ruin the atmosphere."

"Oh gosh," Christine sighed.

The old lady reached across the desk and put her hands on Christine's hands.

"It's okay, dear. I'm sure you must be shocked. Believe me, you're not the first couple who's made this mistake."

"What happened with the other couple?"

"They talked about it. Eventually, they decided to give things a try. Before long, they were hooked on the lifestyle."

"That won't be happening with us," Christine said, shaking her head.

"I know it can be tough at first. But why not think it over? The tour bus won't leave for another two hours. That'll be plenty of time for you and your boyfriend to discuss things."

The lady genuinely wanted us to experience the nudist trip. And by the look on my sister's face, I could tell she was kind of interested.

Christina and I left the small office area and went outside.

"What are we supposed to do now?" I said when we reached the parking lot. "How come you didn't know?"

We carried out stuff with us, and it was getting heavier by the minute. No one was around, so we were able to freely complain.

"Hey, you read the same tickets and brochure. None of this was listed. So don't act like this is all my fault."

"But still, this was your trip."

"My ex-boyfriend's trip," she clarified. "He was the one that bought these tickets, not me."

I calmed down for a second. Christine was right. There was no way she could have known, especially since the nudist thing wasn't listed on the ticket or brochure.

"You're right," I acknowledged. "I mean, it's not like you've done this sort of thing before."

Just then, Christine gave a shy little smile and a half shrug. It sort of implied that she had some level of experience with this stuff.

"You've done this before?" I asked.

"Sort of," she reluctantly admitted. "A few months ago."

"And you never mentioned this earlier?"

"Like I said, the nudity thing wasn't listed on the tickets or brochure."

I gave a soft sigh. "So now what?"

Christine thought for a moment. The look on her face wasn't very serious. She wasn't upset about the dilemma that we were in, at least not as much as I was. She seemed a lot more carefree about it.

"Well, we're already here," she said. "We made the trip this far. The tickets are already paid for. And we're not expected back home for a few more days."

There was an expression on her face which showed that she was up for anything. As always, when Christine made up her mind, there was no changing it. She was always a very stubborn person. She was someone who always got her way.

"So you actually want to go through with this?"

"Yeah, why not?" she shrugged.

"It's a nudist trip. Remember? They won't make an exception for us."

Christine gave me a condescending look. "Have you ever seen a naked woman before? Have you?"

"Sure I have."

"More than one?"

"Yeah."

"Sex?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.

It was getting uncomfortable, but I could see where she was headed with her questions.

"That's usually part of it."

"I thought so," she replied. "And these women you've fucked, were they college aged, athletic, and pretty- like me?"

"Damn right," I proudly replied.

"Then it's settled. You have no problems with female nudity. So the question then becomes, do you have a problem with male nudity?"

"I've seen plenty of that in the gym."

"It looks like you're all out of excuses," she said in a conclusory manner.

"Yeah, but you're my sister."

"You've never wanted to see me naked?"

Her question caught me totally off-guard. I felt like a huge pervert and I couldn't admit that I wanted to. But by the look on her face, she already knew the answer.

"That's not important."

"Of course it's important," she replied. "Think about it like this: You finally get to see me naked. Plus, you get to see a bunch of other women naked. Plus, we get to do a whole bunch of fun outdoor activities. Best of all, everything is already paid for by my asshole ex-boyfriend."

She had a point. As impulsive as Christine could be, it was hard to argue with her on this. While I was thinking, she added one more thing to make my decision easier:

"No one will ever know," she said. "It's better that way. Not our friends. Especially not our parents. No one, except us."

That was it. The deal was too good to pass. I agreed, and Christine flashed a big smile and gave me a suffocating hug.

Next came the hard part. Christine and I were allowed inside the ranch area, towards a small locker room where the guests could get naked and store their clothes.

On the way to the room, we saw the other nudists from a short distance away. It was a surreal sight for me. Although I don't think my sister seemed to mind. The other nudists were simply hanging out, enjoying some drinks, having conversations, and getting to know each other. They were absolutely unabashed with their naked body parts. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world for them. And in many ways, I kind of admired that freedom.

They waved at us when we passed by. And we waved back. They seemed like really friendly people. What made things a bit awkward (more than it already was) was that they were mostly seniors in their 60's. Christine and I were both in our early 20's. By decades, we were the youngest of the group.

The casualness of everything helped to ease my fear that I might accidentally have an erection, which was the worst case scenario for me.

However, when we went to the locker room, we encountered another problem. The lockers were too small to store our luggage. Obviously lockers are meant to be small, but my sister and I hadn't considered where we would put our stuff.

"Great, now what?" I asked.

"We'll just have to take our stuff with us on the tour bus."

Unfortunately, we couldn't leave our big luggage at the ranch because they didn't want to assume responsibility for it. At least that's what the lady at the front desk had told us.

"Okay, now onto the next obvious problem," I said, addressing the big thing that was lingering over us.

"My tits are a problem?" she playfully replied to lighten the mood.

"Not necessarily. I'm sure they're great."

She shrugged jokingly. "I like them."

"Would you be bothered seeing my cock? This is really weird."

"It's all mental. Trust me, I'm sure that every cock I've seen looks exactly like yours. And every chick you've slept with has a body like mine."

"So you think it's going to be that casual?"

"It's that easy," she replied nonchalantly.

"Okay. If it's that easy, then you go first."

"Such a wimp. It's all about being confident in yourself. I know I look good. I work hard on my appearance. And frankly, you're not so bad yourself. So, I'll show you how a confident woman does it."

Christine wrapped her fingers underneath her top. She prepared to remove her top, and I braced myself to finally see her tits. But she froze. Her fingers froze. Suddenly, the confidence in her face was gone.

"Well?" I asked.

"Holy shit, you're right. This is super weird."

"Glad you finally figured that out, genius."

"Hey, you could have stopped me, but you didn't."

"Should we just go back home?" I suggested. "It'll save us the unforgettable humiliation of being naked around each other for days."

"And miss out on this fantastic vacation? You saw the brochure several times. Don't tell me you aren't interested in those activities."

"Yeah, sure I was interested- when I thought clothes were involved. I didn't know that it was for nudists."

"Don't be such a closed minded person. The human body is the most natural thing in the world."

"Okay, then show me," I said, almost in a dare.

She froze for a second. "I can't."

"And why not? You just said that nudity was so natural."

"It's different. We're related."

"Earlier you said it wasn't a big deal. That it'll just be between us, and no one will ever know about it."

Deep down, I enjoyed throwing Christine's words back at her. It was always fun giving her a hard time, because she always enjoyed doing that to me.

"Enough bullshit already," she said defiantly. "Let's get undressed. We'll do it at the same time, so it's fair."

This time, I was the one who froze.

"Wait, you're serious?"

"Does it look like I'm joking?"

With that, she pulled her top off and stood in her bra. Her body was nicely toned, perfectly tanned, with nice small boobs. It caught me completely off guard, and my jaw nearly dropped.

"You weren't kidding."

"Look, I know this is super awkward," she said calmly. "How about we turn around and undress. Then when we're done, we both turn and face each other- the exact same time. That way, it'll be less awkward."

"Sounds like the most reasonable plan under the circumstance."

"Let's get started."

Christine turned around, and so did I. The sound of my sister undressing was surreal, because it soon meant that I would finally see her naked. But of course, I had to live up to my end of the bargain. I undressed, which was fairly easy because I only wore a simple outfit. I stood naked. My nerves were building. Finally, I heard my sister stop undressing, which meant that she was done.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

"Yeah."

I was getting even more nervous. I was completely naked, and I was about to show her my body. And I was about to see her nude.

"Okay," she said. "On the count of 3. 1...2...3...

I turned around, naked, and I saw my sister holding a towel over her naked breast and vagina. Her eyes bulged. She looked at my bare cock and I quickly covered it with my hand.

"What the hell?!" I fumed. "You're covered!"

"Pretty nice cock you have."

"Should I get dressed or what?"

"I'm only teasing," she replied. "I wasn't sure if you were actually going to be naked or not. I didn't think you would actually do it."

"Well, I did it."

"I see that now. Fair is fair."

Christine dropped the towel and stood completely nude before me. I finally saw her tits. And they were glorious. They were nice and perky, and they curved upwards at just the right angle. Her small pink nipples protruded proudly. Her crotch was cleanly shaven. She had a strong bikini tan line, which I was sure would be gone after this nudist trip.

"Damn," I managed to speak.

"Like what you see?" she replied, playfully raising her arms to pose.

I snapped out of it and got back to reality. And the reality was, she was my sister, and it was incredibly inappropriate for me to gawk at her beautiful bare body.

"Let's put our clothes in the locker," I said. "The tour bus should be leaving soon and I don't want us to be late."

We gathered our clothes and put them in the locker. When I stood next to my sister, I couldn't help but notice how sexy her body looked. It became abundantly clear that the awkwardness between us was only beginning.

Being naked around the older nudists wasn't so bad. It wasn't bad at all. They were all so friendly and inviting. Several of them made small talk with us. The hardest part was the initial appearance. Stepping out of the locker room nude was the most unusual thing I had ever done in my life (alongside getting naked in front of my sister). But in a strange exhibitionist way, it was also kind of exciting and liberating. I quickly understood the appeal of nudism and its glory.

My sister engaged in casual conversations with several of the older ladies. It seemed like they adored her, and they told her a few times that she was very pretty. In the back of my mind, I definitely agreed.

At 9 am sharp, all of us prepared to board the large tour bus. Christine and I were the only people who carried large luggages. Unfortunately, there was no room in the storage area. Our luggages wouldn't fit.

I gave Christine a look which said, 'Why would you bring so much stuff? Why? Was it really necessary?'

She simply smiled at me and turned away.

As the nudists boarded the tour bus, our problem was quickly solved by the bus driver. The last two pairs of seats in the back of the bus were empty. That meant, we could place our stuff on the two extra seats, and we could sit together in the remaining two seats. Problem solved- or so I thought.

It was tough loading everything by myself. The bus was cramped and I had to struggle carrying the stuff inside to the backseat. After two quick trips to load our stuff, I was done. And I was exhausted.

I sat by the window in the back of the bus. It was strange feeling my naked body on the seat. I was used to feeling clothes against my skin, but I had to get used to being naked. I immediately tried to relax, while Christine adjusted the luggages which consumed the pair of seats right next to us. When she finished, she smiled at me and looked down at the extra seat.

"It's gonna be a long ride," she joked.

"You've got that right."

My naked sister sat next to me. I couldn't help but glance at her naked body up close again. At that point, I was sure my sister didn't mind. She likely enjoyed having me admire her nude body. There was a slight smile on her lips every time she knew that I looked at her tits.

Just before the bus left, another situation arose.

The nice old lady from the ranch wanted to give everyone extra supplies for the trip. She told the driver to wait, because since it was such a hot day, she wanted us to have extra boxes of water and juice.

So, the bus driver carried the extra boxes to the back of the bus. He asked if we minded, and we, of course, said no.

The bus driver piled more boxes to the back of the bus, and before we knew it, my sister was pushed closely to me. We were literally forced to sit with our naked bodies touching each other. There was no other way.

"Both of you look so comfortable together," the bus driver noted with a sincere smile. "It's always nice to see a young couple so in love."

I wanted to say, 'But she's my sister,' but obviously I couldn't, or else we might have been thrown off the bus for being incestuous perverts.

When the bus driver started the engine and drove, my sister turned to me, and our faces were mere inches apart.

"Looks like this trip is going to be even longer than we expected," she said playfully.

She wiggled her bottom as our bare legs were touching. There was no room to move away.

The long road trip had started. The large bus was much louder than I had expected. It was difficult to carry a conversation from the noise of the powerful engine, so most people remained silent, except for the occasional small talk.

As the trip went on, most of the older nudists began to doze off and sleep. There wasn't anything better to do, plus everyone had woken up early that morning.

I eventually got used to feeling my sister's body pressed tightly against mine. Our arms and legs were pressed together in a weird way. The brightside was, I got to take occasional upclose glances at her nipples, crotch, and sexy legs. Once again, she didn't seem to mind.

My sister stood and reached over the boxes to get her phone, which was in her bag. By doing so, I got a terrific look at her shapely ass, and even a quick glimpse of her asshole. I wasn't sure if she did it on purpose or not, but she sat back down and began typing on her phone. With nothing better to do, I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. It was a long morning, and I was already tired.

Before I could doze off, my sister tapped my shoulder and showed me the screen of her phone:

is this vibrating bus making you horny?

When I looked at her face, her eyebrow was raised, and I couldn't tell if she was joking or not.

"This isn't funny," I whispered in her direction.

"I wasn't trying to be funny. It's a serious question."

Even though my sister spoke in her normal tone, I was sure that no one could hear us talk because the bus engine was so loud.

In a miraculous state of bad luck (or good luck- depending on how you look at it), the box next to us started leaking.

Nothing serious. It looked like fruit syrup. The old lady had given us juice, pastries, and some other stuff that we didn't need.

"Now I'm going to be sticky," Christine sighed.

I looked at the side of the box, which was slowly leaking at a very minor pace. It hadn't even dripped to the floor yet, that's how slow it was. Yet my sister was already worried about it.

"I think the next stop is less than an hour away. You should be fine. We'll clean it when the bus stops."

"Easy for you to say," she whispered with a sharp look on her face. "You're not the one sitting next to it. I am."

"I guess so, but..."

Before I could reply, Christine, my naked sister, sat up and lightly jumped on my lap. Her naked ass was pressed on me. Her bare back was pressed against my chest. She wiggled her body in an attempt to get comfortable in her new seat- which was me!

"That's more like it," she breathed in a sigh of relief as she faced forward. "This is a lot more relaxing than sitting on that seat."

At first, I was at a total loss for words. Things were already weird enough being naked around her, then sitting so close to her, but Christine on my lap? Naked? It was all too much.

"What the hell?" I whispered.

She adjusted her body again. "Oh relax. Stop being a wimp. The next stop is less than an hour away, right? What's the big deal?"

"You're naked on my lap," I whispered in her ear. "That's the big deal. It's a pretty big fucking deal if you ask me."

"Well no one is asking you then. Now act like a grown-up and let me sit on your lap, okay?"

She stopped talking and focused on her phone. She was texting her friend or something.

Christine wiggled her bottom again in an attempt to get cozier. In the process, her soft naked ass rubbed against my cock. She leaned back and I felt her soft skin on my chest. It was so wrong, yet so arousing. The softness of her naked body was the most arousing thing I had felt in a very long time.

The feeling of her bare ass against my cock had finally reached its limit. I tried to think of college final exams to get rid of my imminent erection, but it was impossible. My sister's sexy body overcame everything, and her soft bare skin had won.

She turned her body and neck to face me. We were mere inches apart, looking each other directly in the eyes. There was a grin on her face.

"What's that?" she whispered.

"What's what?" I replied, playing dumb.

She wiggled her hips. "That. What is it?"

"It's nothing."

She reached down and briefly touched the middle of my erection.

"Doesn't feel like nothing," she whispered. "Feels like something to me."

"What the hell did you expect?" I whispered even more softly. "You're fucking naked on my lap."

She put her lips to my ear. "I never told you to get hard."

"That's not how it works, Christine."

"I know," she winked. "I was just teasing you. I think it's hot that I'm able to give you an erection. Odd, but true."

With that, she turned away. She sat facing forward again, still naked on my lap. She continued typing some stuff on her phone, while my erection remained, pressed against her ass.

Suddenly, she turned around again and showed me her phone. She had typed a message for me:

I had been horny since this trip began. naked bodies everywhere. then the vibrating bus! now this! :)

Things were getting bizarre. I grabbed the phone from her hand, and I typed a message in return, right behind her back. Then I showed her the message I had typed:

stop being a tease. no one likes a tease

The message made her laugh. She grabbed the phone back and quickly typed. Her fingers were proficient with phones and she showed me another message:

NO ONE is being a tease. if you get me off. i'll return the favor. deal?

When she showed me the message, there was a sly look on her face. Her eyebrow was arched, and her lips showed signs of a faint smile. She meant business, but I wasn't exactly sure which kind.

"What are you talking about?" I whispered.

She grabbed my hand and pulled it to her crotch. I was apprehensive. I tried to pull back (honestly, I did) but she was too persistent. I relented, and my hand was on her bare cleanly shaven crotch, touching her pussy.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," she whispered. "No one can hear us. No one can see us either. No one has bothered to look back here. Everyone is asleep. Come on, I know you want to."

She had a point, and my erection wasn't going away. It throbbed even more with each passing second. It craved attention. At that point, I was unbelievably horny, just like my sister.

"You're going to get me in so much trouble," I whispered.

My finger rubbed her labia. It was soft. My hand touched her crotch. I could tell she had shaved that morning. The tip of my finger touched her clit, which made her twitch a little.

"If anyone gets in trouble for this, it'll be us. Together. Now get to it."

She faced forward and expected me to make her orgasm. With my hand already on her bare pussy, it didn't seem like such a big deal anymore. Especially since we were both really horny.

My fingers continued touching her. With every touch, her body reacted. I felt her hips moving and grinding on my lap. My eyes remained forward to ensure that no one was watching us. It was nerve wracking having a sexual experience in a bus full of people. But I guess that's what made it so fun.

Without a doubt, my sister loved the whole secret touching. In all our years together, she had never mentioned anything to me regarding sex. Never. I never thought she would, and I never expected her to. Even more incredulous, she wanted me to pleasure her. It defied all logic.

Yet there I was, rubbing her pussy in circular motions. Something about the nudist trip had made her so aroused. Or maybe it was the vibrating bus, as she had told me earlier. Or maybe she liked teasing her brother. Maybe it was all of the above?

Whatever the case, I was incredibly aroused touching her pussy, and rubbing her clitoris. She gave the occasional moan. Soft moans. It was clear that she was trying her best to suppress the noises from her mouth. She didn't want to get caught any more than I did.

Two of my fingers went inside of her pussy, and that did it for her. Her body twitched and she sunk down, pressing her back harder against my chest.

"Almost there," she whispered in my direction.

"How close?"

Christine reached down and touched her pussy. Then she lifted her fingers to show me how wet her fingers were. It was laced with her clear vaginal fluids. She turned her head to look at the expression on my face. Christine had a mischievous look, as if she enjoyed taunting me.

"Does that answer your question?" she said.

She put her finger in her mouth and sucked her pussy juice. That sent me over the edge. I became rock hard after seeing her taste herself. And she knew it. She felt my cock throb against her ass, and she saw the look on my face. She winked at me, and she faced forward again.

My fingers worked harder and faster on her pussy. I felt her heat and wetness. She was getting wetter by the moment. I knew she was close. I felt it.

She grabbed my other wrist and brought it to her breast. It was a pleasure being able to grab her pert little breast. Her body reacted to my touch. I pinched her little pink nipple and I rubbed her clitoris in circles. Her body squirmed and occasionally flinched. I knew I was doing something right.

"A little faster," she softly groaned. "Pinch my nipple a little harder. Rub me faster. Put your fingers back inside."

I happily obliged my sister's request. I pinched and rubbed her nipples a little harder. In my experience, some women (not all) have super sensitive nipples, and as it turned out, Christine was one of them. I briefly rubbed her clitoris in fast circular motions. Then I put my two fingers back inside of her wet little hole and finger fucked her.

Suddenly, her butt cheeks clenched tightly on my lap. And I mean tight. Her ass cheeks clenched like she was doing a hard workout. Only she wasn't working out. She was having a powerful orgasm. Right on my lap. In the back of a tour bus full of sleeping nudist.

She made little soft panting noises with her mouth, which was an incredible turn on. No one (besides me) was able to hear it because of the loud bus. It was probably the sexiest noise I had ever heard in my life. As she came, her butt remained clenched, her back arched, and her body shook.

In a moment, it was all over, and she became heavily relaxed.

Christine turned to look at me. There was a blissful expression on her face; the kind you get after a satisfying orgasm.

"Holy shit," she whispered. "I mean, holy shit."

She leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the lips. Definitely not the sibling kind. But the kind that two people give each other after an intense fuck session. Her soft lips pressed hard against mine, and she slipped her tongue inside. Whatever she felt, it must have been good.

"Ready for your turn?" she asked after breaking the kiss.

As painfully horny as I was, doubts kept creeping in. I knew it wasn't a good idea, mostly because we were on a crowded bus. The last thing I wanted was for us to get caught.

"I don't think it's a good idea. Maybe, you know, later?"

She winked. "Nonsense."

With that, she slowly and gently climbed off my lap. She was well aware that silence was the highest priority. And she was silent and cautious with every move she made. Then she slowly got down on her knees. Her body was flexible and agile. Squeezing down between the seats wasn't a problem for her.

And there it was. My sister was on her knees. Naked. Looking me straight in the eyes.

She held my hard cock with both hands. It was then that I finally appreciated how soft and delicate her fingers were. They felt heavenly.

But that was only the beginning. She bent forward and took the head of my cock in her mouth. With her lips wrapped around me, she used her tongue to expertly swirl against the tip of my throbbing erection, which was a sensation I had never felt before. And it came from my sister of all people.

Our eyes were locked together. That was when she lowered her head and took most of my shaft in her mouth. One thing was for sure- she knew exactly what she was a doing. My sister was a pro at sucking cock, and I found out through firsthand experience.

Her head bobbed in a calculated motion. Her hands were in sync with its stroking. Her tongue was in the same alignment. She sucked my cock with so much enthusiasm and vigor that she had to use her fingers to tuck her hair behind her ears.

The feeling in my cock was near the point of agony. I had never been so stiff in my entire life. But luckily, my sister's skilled mouth was up to the task.

At one point, her phone made a beeping noise. Without missing a beat, Christine picked up her phone, with my cock still in her mouth, and she began to text. It was almost comical (and super arousing) that my sister would text while sucking cock. It seemed like something she would do. I wondered who she texted, and what it was about.

While her mouth kept on sucking, I wondered if she was texting with a friend about upcoming plans. Maybe the latest gossip? Or maybe she was texting with mom? Maybe she had been texting mom the entire time. Christine had recently taught our mom about texting, and they had been texting buddies for the past two weeks. I keenly remembered mom saying that she wanted to know how things were going in the morning. It had to have been mom.

I imagined my sister texting mom about how our trip was so much fun, and that we were having a blast. All the while, my throbbing hard cock was in Christine's mouth while she sucked expertly. Not to mention I had just given Christine a powerful orgasm with my fingers.

The thought of it was too much. Between those nasty taboo thoughts and my sister's mouth, I was ready to explode. My hips bucked.

Christine knew. She sensed my weakness, put the phone down, and winked at me- letting me know that it was okay to cum in her mouth.

That's when I did it. I shot several loads of cum, deep into my sister's mouth, down her throat, and into her stomach. She stroked proficiently with both hands. Her lips remained tight. She swallowed everything that I shot in her mouth, and it felt glorious. And there was no doubt that she thoroughly enjoyed swallowing every drop of my cum.

When it was over, she made her way up and sat down on the seat. She didn't even care about the leaking container anymore. She continued texting as if nothing was wrong.

"What about the leaking container? Aren't you afraid of that anymore?"

"Oh yeah," she shrugged. "I guess the leaking stopped. It wasn't so bad after all. And thanks for the little snack. You taste really good. Let's hope your cock dries before the next stop, or else people will know that we've been very naughty back here."

She continued texting as if nothing was out of the ordinary. I saw her lick her lips, tasting the remainder of my cum. It was a surreal moment. And incredibly erotic too.

"By the way, who are you texting?"

Christine smiled, "Mom, who else? She won't stop asking about our trip."

Just when I thought our backseat fun was over, I found myself becoming aroused again. Suddenly, I was in need of more sisterly relief. And judging by the look on Christine's face, she needed more also.

481 Can I Watch?

HeyAll

Karen would always remember the first time she saw her son masturbating.

It happened months ago. Tom had just turned 19. She wanted to surprise him on the midnight of his birthday with a gift while he was still watching tv in the living room.

Karen gently and quietly opened her bedroom door with her present in hand, and softly walked towards the living room without making a sound- and what she saw left her stunned: Her son was watching softcore porn on cable. As she quietly stepped closer to the couch, she could see that he was masturbating.

Her heart pounded. She couldn't believe that her wholesome young man could do something so brazen in their living room. Sure, she knew that all boys were especially horny at that age, but this? In the same house while he thought his mother was sleeping?

But above anything else, she couldn't believe how she felt about seeing him pleasure himself so explicitly. Karen had only been with one man her entire life, and that was her ex-husband. Her favorite fantasy was to watch him masturbate while looking at her, but her ex-husband always laughed it off and was reluctant to do it because of how ridiculous he thought it was.

Now there she was, the middle of her legs becoming wet, watching her son pleasure himself. She was aroused and she knew it. She quietly tiptoed back to her room before she could get caught, and she later did something she NEVER thought she would EVER do- she fantasized about her son for the very first time in her life.

Can I Watch?

"This looks good," Tom said as he went to the kitchen for breakfast.

She smiled, "Thanks. I was supposed to meet some clients this morning, but I got a message last night that they had to cancel. My boss said I could finish my report at home, so I figured I might as well do some cooking and catch up on chores while I had the extra time."

"Lucky," he replied while eating. "I've got an exam today and it's a real pain in the ass. But seriously mom, you work too hard and you should try relaxing a little."

"If I relaxed during my free time, then who would cook and clean for my college boy? It certainly wouldn't be you," she replied jokingly.

"Good point. In that case, just work the amount that you need and don't tire yourself out too much."

She playfully slapped him on the arm. "Very funny. You know, if I didn't love you so much, I'd force you to do your own laundry and to clean your own room."

He grabbed the rest of his food and got up to give her a kiss. "Then I guess I'm really lucky to have such an awesome mother. I wish I could stay and eat, but I have to meet some friends for some last minute studying. It's the only way I can be as smart as you, right?"

"I'm glad we agree on that," she replied as he smiled and left.

After cleaning the dishes and vacuuming the carpet, Karen went to her son's room to do his laundry. She pulled off the pillow case on his bed, and when she grabbed the blanket, she saw something that left her as speechless as the day she caught her son masturbating months ago: There was a photo of her underneath his blanket.

'What's this doing here?' she thought to herself.

It was a photo of her in a one-piece bathing suit from a summer vacation they had two years ago. The picture itself was from a photo album which she kept in the closet in the hallway. But what was it doing in his bed?

A realization had suddenly come over her. When she vacuumed his room a moment earlier, she had picked a few pieces of used tissue paper off the floor and threw it in his trash.

'Oh god,' she gasped. 'Was my own son thinking about me?'

Karen felt torn. On the one hand, she felt disgusted and betrayed that her own son could do such a thing with her picture. But on the other hand, she couldn't be mad at him because just a few months ago, she had watched him masturbate and then she fantasized about him afterwards. The thought of her son masturbating to her picture made her feel inexplicably naughty, but in a good way. She even felt a little flattered by it.

Almost without thinking, Karen walked to her room to grab an even more private photo of herself which she had hid in a drawer. It was a picture of one of the rare moments in her life that she had ever worn a small bikini while at a private pool party with her close friends.

She went back to her son's room and tucked it neatly under his blanket for him to 'use' later.

The rest of the day was as usual. She did her work, cooked, had dinner with son, and watched a little tv before calling it a night. Also as usual, Karen ended her day by washing up and putting on her flannel pajamas before heading to bed. But when she exited her bathroom, she saw her son walking down the hallway and towards her bedroom. And by the look on his face, he had something important to say.

"Mom...Were you...did you clean my room today?" he asked uncomfortably, standing in her room.

"Of course I did," she replied casually, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. "Your room didn't just clean itself, you know."

"Well I know that. But my bed...did you..."

"If you're referring to the picture left under your blanket, then don't worry, it wasn't a ghost that put it there- I did," she said with a soft smile.

"Am I missing something?" he asked. "I mean, shouldn't you be mad at me? Aren't you upset at all?"

"I'll answer your question on one condition," she replied.

"What's that?"

"I want you to tell me why you were using my picture. And I want an honest answer."

"Is this really necessary?"

She nodded. "It's necessary if you want me to answer your question. Don't worry, I'm not judging you for this. Answer truthfully."

"I don't know. There's nothing else to use around here."

"Wrong answer. We have cable tv and the internet. Now tell me why you were using my picture."

He paused for a moment. "Fine. Being completely honest here, I've always thought of you as being my ideal woman. You're smart, classy, caring, and you're really really sexy. I know you're my mom and everything, but that's just how I feel."

"That's very sweet of you to say," she replied, feeling genuinely touched by his words.

"Now it's your turn. Why did you leave your bikini picture in my room?"

She sighed, "Since you were so open and honest, here it goes; I've always been excited by the thought of a man pleasuring himself. Don't ask me why, but it just gets me going. It's the only kink I have. Your father rarely ever let me watch him masturbate, and on the rare occasions he did, it would only be for a quick few seconds and he would laugh it off before stopping. Then a few months ago, I saw you... you know..."

"You caught me jerking off?

She nodded, "In the living room late at night. I saw you masturbating, and truthfully, a big part of me was very aroused. And when I saw my picture in your bed today, I was flattered by it. In fact, it turned me on in a strangely erotic way."

"All I can say is-- wow! You always were a cool mom, but when it came to the magic s-word, I've always thought you were a real prude because of how conservative you always act," he said, referring to sex.

She smiled, "It's getting late and I have to wake up early tomorrow for work. We better get to sleep."

"I guess so. But, um, do you think we can finish this conversation another time? It's a pretty important topic if you ask me."

"Sure. But only if I get to ask you one last personal question?"

"Anything," he replied.

"Do you plan on using my picture before you go to bed?" she asked as if it were nothing out of the ordinary. "Do you plan on masturbating with it?"

"Jeez, mom, you've really put me on the spot here..."

"I'll take that as a yes," she smiled. "So would you rather see the real thing, or do you prefer the picture?"

"Are you asking what I think you're asking?" he asked in a state of disbelief.

Karen nodded to her son. "I am. But only if you promise not to tell anyone. I don't even want to think about what people would say about me as a parent. I'd be the talk of the town, and not in a flattering way."

"Mom, you know that there's no way I'll ever be stupid enough to ruin what I think you're offering me right now. And you know I would never hurt you like that."

She grinned, "Good. Now you can start by pulling down your shorts and having a seat on my bed."

"Me?" he asked with a confused look on his face. "But I thought... I thought you were the one who was going to show..."

"I am. I want to watch you masturbate in front of me. And in exchange, I'll show you my breasts. That's our deal. We both get what we want out of this. Sound fair?"

His hands slowly made its way around the waistband of his shorts and he gave it a gentle tug downwards.

"It does sound fair," he said. "God, this is going to be embarrassing. But it's worth it to finally see those breasts of yours."

With one swift motion, Tom bent down to pull his shorts and underwear off, leaving him naked from the waist down.

"Oh my, you've grown," she told him, with a sense of approval over his manhood.

He smiled at his mother. "Thanks. Now where do you want me to do it?"

"On my bed with your back against the wall. I'm sure that would be comfortable for you."

He did as he was asked, sitting on her bed pressing his back against the wall.

Karen's eyes lit up as she saw her son growing and becoming erect. "Looks like you don't need me to show you any skin. You're aroused enough just being an exhibitionist to your mother."

"I'll admit that it's really hot being naked in front of you. And it's even hotter knowing that you enjoy it. But of course, I do need to see something. A deal is a deal, remember?"

Her hands casually started unbuttoning the top of her pajamas. "You're right. A deal is a deal."

Just when enough buttons were undone, she spread open the material covering her chest, and she exposed herself to her son.

Her heart was pounding as she watched her son's eyes grow along with his cock. Her breasts were completely exposed for him. It was sinfully arousing for her to see her own son slowly start to masturbate in front of her, while his eyes were locked onto her bare medium sized breasts, with her pink nipples becoming stiff.

"You seem like you're enjoying yourself," she asked, breaking the slight awkwardness in the room.

"I am," he said while masturbating. "This is so hot. You have such an amazing body mom."

"Thank you. I'm enjoying this as well. Do you need any extra stimulation?"

She didn't wait for her son to answer before she started softly cupping the round bottoms her breasts and played with her hard pink nipples using her fingers. She found herself inadvertently becoming even more aroused, as her breasts and nipples have always been very sensitive, and it was clear to her that her son was enjoying the show as his breathing and stroking became harder.

"Oh god. Keep playing with those tits mom. I can't believe this is happening," he groaned.

Watching a guy masturbate up close was one thing, but seeing her own son do it while looking at her bare breasts drove her absolutely wild. Her secret masturbation fantasy had finally come true, along with the added taboo of incest to make things ever hotter for the demure woman. She held in her emotions and excitement as she continued to fondle herself for him.

It wasn't long before he exhibited all of the tell tale signs of having an orgasm; a sight she hadn't seen from a man since she became a single woman.

"Cum for me," she said innocently. "I want to see you cum."

His hands stroked faster and his moans became louder. His back suddenly arched, his muscles stiffened, and a flurry of his sperm shot up in the air and all over his stomach. He didn't stop stroking until he was completely drained, with his eyes never leaving his mother's body. Then when it was over, he collapsed and went completely limp.

She smiled, "That was an impressive amount of fluids you released. Looks like you've inherited more than just your father's good looks and charm."

Tom didn't reply, he just laid there, recovering, while Karen closed her top and reached over to grab a few pieces of tissue paper from her bedside table to toss on her son's stomach.

"Thanks," he replied, using the tissue to clean himself. "I haven't felt anything like that in a really long time. I mean... actually doing that in front of you and seeing you touch yourself was almost better than hooking-up with any of my classmates. It just... you know..."

"I know exactly what you mean Tom. The taboo of mother/son incest can be quite thrilling to some people, and it looks like we fall under that category. Just don't ask for it again. Not anytime soon. This might be a one-time thing okay? I don't want things to get out of hand between us-- no pun intended."

"I guess so," he complained. "But I'm glad I got to experience this."

With that said, the two of them said their 'good nights' and each headed to bed.

The next morning. Karen sat at the breakfast table looking like her prim and proper self. Her hair and make-up were perfectly done, and she had on one of her more expensive pant suits in anticipation for an important meeting in just over an hour.

"Good morning sweetheart," she said with a loving smile as her son came down.

Tom smiled back and gave his mother a kiss on the forehead before sitting down to eat.

"Morning mom! I must say, you look extra wonderful this morning. And thank you for making me this wonderful breakfast for me. Did I ever tell you that you're my favorite person in the world?"

"Well aren't you cheerful today," she skeptically noted. "I don't think you've ever thanked me for anything. Please don't tell me that you've been possessed."

"I'm in a great mood, especially after last night."

"Oh, of course. That. It was a pretty outrageous night, I'll admit. And we both certainly got what we wanted out of it, no matter how taboo it was."

"Does that mean you pleasured yourself afterwards?" he asked with a smile.

"I guess there's no point in denying it. Yes, I masturbated after you left, and it was great. I know it isn't something that a mother should ever do with her son, but it's our little secret, right?"

"You bet it is. And speaking of which, can we do it again really quick? I couldn't stop thinking about you all night, or all morning after I woke up. I could really use the relief before I go to class."

"Didn't I say to not ask me about it again?" she asked in a peeved tone. "Besides, you looked like you released a healthy amount of sperm last night, so I refuse to believe that you need any type of 'relief' so soon."

Tom gave his mother a serious look. "Mom, the amount that I shot last night is what I consider to be normal. I usually cum that much once or twice a day if I have to. After what we did last night, my body is practically on overdrive. I won't be able to concentrate at school today if I can't get off the way I need to."

"Well then just masturbate the way you normally do. It's not exactly rocket science."

"I know that, but you've really raised the bar after showing me your breasts. I've wanted to see that for a really long time. Simply using my imagination or looking at pictures just won't cut it for the time being."

She sighed and gave her son a playful smile. "You've made your case. I guess this is partly my fault for starting this whole thing. But make it quick since I have an important meeting to attend soon."

Karen stood up and placed her hands around the lining of her jacket, preparing to take it off. But just as she did that, she stopped.

"You know, it would take too much time for me to remove my entire top and put it back on afterwards. Plus I don't want to get any wrinkles on them. Do you mind if show you my lower region instead? Would that work for you?"

Tom's eyes lit up at his mother's counter-offer. "Hmm...That's not a bad idea. That would definitely work, sure."

Her hands moved down to the top button of her pants. She undid the button, pulled her zipper down, and let her pants fall to her ankles.

"Good," she said. "Then it should help you to finish faster. As I've said, I have an important business meeting this morning which I can't be late for."

Karen brought her fingers to the top of her panties and yanked them down, letting them fall to her ankles as well, exposing her cleanly shaven crotch along with her bare vagina.

"Like what you see?" she asked proudly.

"Oh god mom. I love it," he replied gushingly. "You look sexier than any of the college girls I've been seeing lately."

She smiled, "Thank you for the nice compliment. Now start stroking. I'm a busy woman and I haven't got all day here."

Tom got the message and swiftly pulled his shorts down to free his raging hard cock. He leaned back on his chair and started stroking himself for both his own pleasure, and his mother's. Karen then pressed her rear-end against the table and spread her pussy lips slightly apart for her son to get a better look. She loved teasing him and having that power over him. And it worked, his eyes were glued to her womanhood and wetness as he stroked himself even harder.

"That looks like fun" she said, licking her lips at her horny son.

"You bet it is," he replied, staring at his mother's open cunt. "Do you want to try it? You know, stroke it for me?"

"I can't. That would be crossing the line. Watching is one thing, but actually touching..."

He stopped his mother mid-sentence. "No one has to know, remember? Isn't that what you said to me? It'll be our little secret mom. Trust me."

Karen gave him a skeptical, yet excited look. It was a look which said, 'Why the heck not?'

"Okay," she replied softly. "You only live once, right?"

She reached down and took her son's throbbing penis in her hand. Her heart raced as she crossed 'that line' for the very first time. Tom's heart raced as well. It was the first time in her life that she had ever given a guy a handjob, and it was with her very own son at that. It was an INCESTUOUS handjob.

"God that feels so good," he moaned. "Stroke it harder mom, faster."

She heeded her son's words and gave him exactly what he wanted; what he needed to feel in order to cum. She gripped him tighter and stroked him. She loved how his eyes went from being glued to her open vagina, to being closed shut because of the incestuous pleasure he was receiving from her. And most of all, she loved having complete and utter sexual control over her own son.

"God... I'm going to cum... faster mom... harder..."

Karen did the cruel thing and instead slowed down.

"What are you doing mom?!" he panted. "I need to cum sooo bad."

She smiled and stroked him even slower. "I kind of like torturing you. It's fun watching you suffer."

"Please!" he begged. "I'll do the dishes for a week! I'll do your laundry! Just let me cum already!"

"That's not a bad deal. I accept."

Karen's hand went in full motion and she furiously jerked him off. She quickly found that Tom wasn't joking when he said that he really needed to cum, and that he often produces large amounts of sperm, as his orgasm shot wildly in the air and onto her hand and on his clothes.

"Oh god!!!" he yelled.

She didn't stop stroking until every last drop of his 19 year old cum was drained from his body. And she loved every second of it.

"Feel better now?" she asked rhetorically.

"God, I feel like a new man," he panted. "I feel like I'm swimming in the ocean."

She laughed and pulled her pants up. "Well, you're certainly swimming in something right now, but it's definitely not water."

"Oh...right..." he replied, looking down at his own mess. "Did you at least like doing it for me?"

"It's not a bad way to start my morning."

Before she left, Karen looked her son straight in the eyes and licked her fingers clean, eating his cum. She savored it and rolled it around in her mouth while Tom watched in delight as his sophisticated mother ate his cum.

"Yum... You taste good. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to wash up and head to the office. Have a great day," she said as she left the kitchen with a huge grin on her face.

Her fantasy had finally come true. Not only did she get to watch a guy masturbate twice while admiring her body, but she got to masturbate him with her own hand. On top of that, the fact that it was her son who she did it with only made things that much more taboo, but in a good way. It was all she thought about while at work.

After a busy day in the office, Karen came home and immediately kicked off her shoes and breathed a sigh of relief. But just when she thought she was ready for a long break, her overly eager son came to greet her at the door.

"Hey mom!" he smiled. "Have a good day at work?"

"Hmmm... greeting me at the door and asking how my day went? I guess I should start giving you handjobs more often, maybe then you'll start helping with the household chores regularly."

"I hope you're being serious because I really like that arrangement," he said, flashing another smile. "Maybe we can start now? I'm feeling a little pent up again."

Karen looked shocked. "Again? After all you came last night and this morning?"

"Like I said, that's normal for me. I could really use your hand for another round of relief."

Tom didn't wait for his mother's reply before pulling down his shorts and underwear to reveal his semi-erect cock in their living room, while the late-afternoon sun was still shining through the windows.

"Jeez! Tom! Put that thing away before someone outside sees you."

He shrugged off her worries. "What's the big deal? We could just close the curtains and no one would know."

"What have I created?" she jokingly asked. "I had no idea anyone could be so sexually active; your father definitely wasn't."

"You haven't created anything," he playfully replied. "I've always been a horny little bastard. But what you did yesterday was kind of like giving alcohol to someone genetically predispositioned to be an alcoholic. It's the same equivalence. You got me hooked. So this is technically your fault mom."

She sighed, "I guess I'm finding out the downside of paying for that expensive education of yours, aren't I? You're becoming too smart for your own good young man."

"The way I see it see, we both have the same mutual-masturbation fetish anyway. So what's the harm?"

Karen paused and gave her son a stern motherly look. "Well, I guess there's no point in arguing anymore. Plus, I suppose it's not a bad way to unwind after a stressful day at work either. Close the curtains and I'll take care of that hard-on for you."

Before those last words could escape her lips, Tom ran over to the windows with his penis flopping around and quickly closed the curtains.

"Well that was fast," Karen noted.

Tom pulled off his t-shirt to get completely naked and he sat down on the couch. "This is way better than getting presents on Christmas. So why wouldn't I be fast?"

"Your youthful enthusiasm never gets old," she replied with a loving smile. "You know, I didn't expect things to happen the way that it has, or for this to happen as often as it is, but I suppose there's no harm in enjoying it."

Karen then put one hand on her business jacket, pinching the bottom button, and another hand on top of the zipper to her pants.

"Breasts or vagina? It's you're choice, and you can only pick one," she said to him.

"Can't I see both of them at the same time?"

"Nope, don't forget that I'm still your mother, not your girlfriend or your plaything. There's got to be boundaries here."

"Your pussy then," he replied. "And since you're showing only one thing, do you think you could at least throw in a little bonus for me? You set a really high bar this morning."

"Fine. I'll use my hand."

"I was thinking a little more than that. Maybe you could let me... go inside?"

"Excuse me?" she replied in a stunned tone of voice. "I most certainly will not have sex with you, young man. In spite of everything we've done, I am still your..."

"I know, I know mom. It doesn't exactly have to be sex. Just think of it as you giving me a handjob like earlier today, but instead of using your hand, it'll be with your vagina instead. Think about it. A handjob with your vagina."

She gave her son a puzzled, yet playful look, as she attempted to decode what he had just said.

"A handjob with my vagina, eh? That's new. And I thought I've heard it all..."

"Anything to have sex... uh... I mean... anything to make my mother feel good. This is more for you than it is for me. I hope you know that," he said with as much charm as he could muster.

Karen smiled and raised her eyebrow, "Really? This is more for me?If that's the case, then I better have a mind-blowing orgasm when this is over. If I do, you might get a little reward after."

She undid the button and zipper of her expensive pants, and after she took them off, she neatly folded it and placed in on a nearby chair. She took a deep breath and did the same with her panties, leaving her completely bare from the waist down except for the pantyhose on her calves and feet. Before she walked over to her son, she posed and modeled for him, teasing him, making herself feel even more attractive and desired thanks to the look in his eyes.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful mom," he stated emphatically.

"Thanks darling," she said as she moved to hover over him. "I didn't want to tell you this earlier, but you're a lot bigger than your father is down there, and he's the only man I had ever slept with. So please be gentle with me..."

With that said, she placed both feet on opposite ends of the cushions on the couch, and slowly lowered herself to her son's massive hard-on. Her vagina was spread wide open and her son used his hands to make sure that his throbbing cock was pointed straight towards his mother's womanhood as it descended. Once her labia and pink insides touched the head of his cock, she paused for a moment, before continuing to lower herself, inch by inch, until the entire length of his cock was inside her vagina.

"Oh my... you're so big... It's been so long..." she moaned.

He reached around to grab her ass to pull her forward. "I can tell. You're so fucking tight and wet mom. I'm horny as hell right now."

Karen became wetter as she heard her own son strings those words together; 'tight, wet, and mom.' No matter how either of them tried to rationalize this, it finally struck her that they were actually having sex. He was inside her body stretching her vaginal walls. But she didn't care how bad it was, it felt good. It felt amazing. It felt right.

She slowly started rocking her hips while they looked each other straight in the eyes. With every gyrate she gave, she felt his raging hard cock go that much deeper inside of her body. As her dripping wet vagina began to loosen and relax, she began to thrust even harder. Their arms were wrapped tightly around each other and they felt each other's breath on one another's lips.

"Oh god mom... this feels so fucking good... I love this mom..."

"Just relax," she moaned. "Enjoy the moment. I want you to remember this for the rest of your life."

Their unholy mother/son coupling became even hotter and more intense. She remembered how it all started when she watched her son masturbate, now here she was, fucking him. Seeing him under her sexual control made her feel aroused in a way that she had never felt before, and it was taking its toll on both of them. Soon, she recognized the telltale signs she knew all too well from her ex-husband, his father, as well as a burning sensation between her own legs.

"Mom... I'm going to cum..."

"I know honey... I know... Just let it happen. There's nothing to be afraid of. I want your cum inside of me."

She watched his eyes roll back and felt his body arch. Soon, she felt a massive load of his cum fill deep inside of her vagina. Her own body gave a similar reaction to his, and she felt her muscles spasm, and her vagina having a strong burning sensation. It was the best orgasm she felt in years (if not the best orgasm she ever had). Fluids rushed down from deep inside her. Every inch of her body wanted her to scream out loud, but instead, she planted a big sloppy wet kiss on her son's mouth for the very first time. It was an incestuous kiss that made every motherly kiss she had ever given him on the cheek or forehead absolutely pale in comparison.

"That was so amazing," she said in between kisses as they both calmed down. "I've never felt anything like that before in my life."

"I was about to say the same thing. I think I've already told you this before, but you're the coolest mom ever."

She gave him another kiss and got up, letting his flaccid penis just plop out of her body, leaving a trail of both of their orgasms dripping down her leg.

"Thanks. You're sweet. But I really need a hot shower right about now. Oh, and I almost forgot..."

She bent down and took his wet flaccid penis in her mouth and quickly sucked the fluids off. Her tongue quickly ran laps around the sensitive area of his head and around the length of the shaft.

"Oh fuck..." he panted as his mother finished using her mouth on his cock.

"There, now you don't have to go through the troubles of wiping anything off," she said with a wink.

"Next time we do something together, I want that! Your mouth feels as good as your pussy does."

She smiled, "Well, you'll have your chance sooner rather than later. Start packing some of your stuff and put them in my bedroom. With a cock like yours, you'll be sleeping in my bedroom from now on."

Tom watched as his classy mother turned away, still smiling, and picked up her pants and left. She was still naked from the waist down. His eyes were locked onto her rear-end as her luscious ass cheeks swayed from side to side as she headed up the stairs.

482 Caretaker Mom

Caroline sat in the classroom grading essays.

It was the last day of Fall semester, and at that late afternoon hour, most of the students had already left the university campus. She sat in the back of the room in a student's desk as she read the papers.

"Still here?" a woman's voice asked from the hall.

Caroline turned to see her friend Jane, the university Dean, standing by the doorway. Jane was also middle-aged, and she was dressed like a prim and proper woman.

"I'm still here," Caroline replied. "As you can see from this big pile of papers, I'm going to be here for a while. I'll take the rest home after I'm exhausted."

Jane smiled, "Mind if I have a seat? I'm sure you could use the company."

"Please do."

The Dean sat down in a student's desk, next to the professor.

"So what's the rush?" Jane asked. "Are you still working on your first novel?"

"Basically. I have what people call, writer's block. It's a bummer."

"It happens. A lot of writers go through that."

"Well, I'm not exactly a writer yet. I'm still working on it."

Jane gave a sympathetic nod. "Writers have to start somewhere."

"I know. I'm hoping to grade everything by next week, for all of my classes. Then I'll use the winter break to write as much as I can."

"How much have you written so far?"

"Over 100 pages," Caroline replied. "Not a lot. I'm always busy."

"Maybe there's a way that we could help each other."

"What did you have in mind?" Caroline asked.

"Do you remember that secluded winter home my husband and I bought a few years ago? I showed you pictures of it before."

"Sure, I remember. Beautiful place."

"Well, my husband and I were supposed to go there this winter, but something came up, and he has to travel to Europe for a while. So, we decided to have our winter vacation in Europe this year."

"That sounds like a pretty nice change of plans."

"It is," Jane replied. "We're making the best of everything. But that means our winter home will be unattended for a while. We tried to make arrangements with our usual caretaker, but she had already made plans to do other things. So, Caroline, how would you like to be the caretaker of that beautiful home for the winter?"

Caroline was taken aback by the offer. The winter home was beautiful and fancy. It was much classier than anything she was used to, since she lived on a modest professor's salary.

"I don't know what to say. Are you sure about this?"

"I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't sure," Jane replied. "It's a win-win situation. The house would have someone to look after it. And you would have a solitary place to write your book. Are you interested?"

"I'm not exactly sure yet," Caroline replied.

"Which is fine. It's understandable if you don't want to make a decision right away. It's a big responsibility. It's also a big time commitment."

"Is there anyone else you could ask?"

"Sure. There are a few other people. But as soon as my normal caretaker turned down the offer, I thought of you. Like I said, it's a win-win situation."

"That's very nice of you to think about me," Caroline replied. "I'll consider it. It's definitely an intriguing offer."

"Great. But please, let me know your decision in a few days. My husband and I plan on leaving soon."

"Would you mind if my son came along?"

"The more the merrier," Jane smiled. "It's probably better if he did. He can help you with chores and carrying wood for the fireplace. You know, little things like that which are meant for men."

"I'll consider it. I'll give you an answer soon."

Jane flashed a big smile. "I'll email you later today with all of the details of the arrangement. It'll help you make your decision."

The two friends exchanged more pleasantries and other details about the offer. Jane left the classroom and Caroline continued with her work.

That evening. Caroline sat in front of her bedroom computer, looking through all of the details and provisions which Jane had emailed her. The offer was tempting. There were pictures of the home, along with pictures of the mountain view. Everything looked stunning. It seemed like the perfect place to write a book.

The oven timer rang and dinner was ready. Caroline turned off the computer and quickly headed down the stairs to remove the food from the oven. She let the food rest while she prepared the plates.

Matt came down the stairs to help. He was an athletic and handsome college student, who was always full of energy

"Smells good," he said as he helped prepare the dishes.

"Thanks. I spent extra time to prepare your favorite."

"Oh yeah? What's the occasion?"

They both sat down to eat after everything was prepared.

"Do you have any plans for the winter break?" Caroline asked.

He thought for a moment. "Not really. Normal stuff I guess. Nothing special. Why?"

"Jane had a last minute change of plans, and she needs a caretaker for her winter home. So she offered me a chance to look after the place for the next month. It's a few hours drive from here, in the mountains. It's a really beautiful home and the scenery is breathtaking. I think you'll love it. It's also a great place for me to write my novel."

"And you're asking me if I want to stay there with you for the next month?"

She nodded. "That's the offer. If you won't go, then I won't go."

He thought once again. "I don't know mom. That's a pretty long time."

"I'll email you the pictures later. I'm sure you'll love it once you see it."

"I don't know," Matt said again. "I've got a lot of things going on, you know, with my friends and everything. Plus I'll be bored out of my mind staying in an outdoor place for that long. Are you sure you can't go alone?"

"I'm afraid to stay there alone, to be honest. And frankly, I'm afraid of leaving you here all by yourself," she joked.

"For good reason too," Matt smiled.

"Is your final answer 'no'? Jane wants an answer soon."

"I'm sorry mom. But that's a really long time to be away. I don't think I would like it very much."

Caroline nodded. "It's okay. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to begin with. I'll call her tonight and let her know."

"Sorry. It's just that, it sounds boring. I've never been a nature person. There won't be anything for me to do besides watch tv and use the internet all day."

"Well, it's on a mountain, so there's a slope on it for skiing and snowboarding. There's also a fancy hot tub, a brand new gym, a home theater and a bunch of other neat stuff. Jane and her husband are fairly rich. Anyway, I'll call her after dinner to let her know the decision."

Matt's eyes widened. "Whoa whoa whoa... did you say snowboarding and home theater? And all that other stuff?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Why didn't you mention that before? I thought you were talking about an empty log cabin or something. Send me the pictures tonight. I want to see it."

"I thought you weren't a nature person?" Caroline asked playfully.

"I'm more of a snowboarding person. I also like the private home theater, and all that other stuff. This sounds like it has a lot of potential. I'm officially interested."

"You know, I'm glad that we'll be able to spend some quality time together, plus I get to work on my book. This trip could actually be a lot of fun."

"Exactly. Let her know that we're interested," he said, before taking a big bite of the home cooking. "And this food taste great."

Caroline smiled at her son's youthful enthusiasm.

Later that night. After washing the dishes, Caroline went to her bedroom and took another long look at the pictures of the winter home. She wanted to make sure she was making the right decision, since it was a major commitment. The more she looked at the pictures, the more she fell in love with it.

Caroline emailed the pictures to Matt, who immediately replied, stating that he loved it. Caroline then picked up the phone and called Jane:

"Hello," Jane answered after a few rings.

"Hey. I hope I'm not bothering you at this hour."

"It's fine. So have you looked at the pictures yet? What do you think?"

"That's why I'm calling," Caroline replied. "My son and I have talked about the offer, and we'd love to be the caretakers for your winter home."

"Wonderful news! Believe me, you'll be blown away once you see it with your own eyes. The environment there is so relaxing and beautiful. The home is simply gorgeous. Wait until you get there. You'll never want to leave."

"That's the idea. I'm hoping the peaceful environment will help with my writing. Matt loves it also. He's so excited to go snowboarding, and to enjoy all of the perks of that lovely home."

"So, your son is actually coming with you?" Jane asked, almost suggestively.

"He is. Why? Is something wrong?"

"No. Nothing. It's just that I remembered something about that area. That's all."

"What is it?" Caroline asked nervously. "Did something bad happen there?"

"Just the opposite, actually. I still remember my first winter vacation there with my husband, and my oldest son. It was so romantic for our family. There's something very special about that area. There's a serene energy. I can't put my finger on it, but you'll feel it once you're there. It's really something extraordinary."

Caroline was caught off guard by the way that Jane reminisced on the winter home. Caroline found it odd that Jane would describe a family vacation with her oldest son as being "romantic," but she tried to ignore it. Maybe Jane had simply used the wrong wording since it was late at night, Caroline thought to herself.

"Sounds interesting," Caroline said. "I'm in desperate need of a good vacation. And I think the atmosphere would be perfect for my novel."

"Is there going to be romance in your story?"

"Some. Not a lot. I'm still working on the plot details."

"Trust me," Jane replied, slightly suggestively. "This vacation is going to do wonders for your first book. I'll email you tomorrow morning with more details. We'll finalize the agreement as soon as possible so you can move in quickly."

"Jane, you're the best."

Part 2 of 4: Stories of Love Incest

Nearly two weeks later. Caroline looked through the bedroom window of the secluded home. Snow was falling, more than the news had predicted. She turned her attention back to her laptop. There wasn't much progress on the story. She knew the story she wanted to write, but she didn't know how to write it. It was like the words were struggling to be released.

She stared aimlessly at the word processor on her computer. An email came. It was from Jane:

Greetings,

We're in Germany now. About to catch a flight to Spain. How is everything? Are you enjoying the home? Any troubles? How is the story coming along? Let me know!

Jane

There were pictures attached to the email showing Jane's trip to Europe. The weather was in sharp contrast to the mild snow storm that Caroline was going through. Caroline picked up her phone and took pictures of the outside weather, and pictures of the nearly blank screen on the word processor.

She replied:

Hello,

I hope your trip to Europe is going well. It looks like a blast. Everything is going great here. Matt and I love this home. This is a wonderful place. The weather is a little rough, which means no snowboarding today. I've attached some pictures so you can see it. As for my story, I'm trying my best. Writing a book isn't as easy as I expected. But it's slowly coming along.

Thanks for checking in!

Caroline

The email was sent, and Caroline tried to get back to work writing her story. Once again, she was at a loss for words. There weren't any good ideas waiting to be written.

Another email came:

I'm headed to the airport soon. If you need some inspiration for your book, try looking at some of the boxes in the basement. There's plenty of literature there. If you need some romantic inspiration, the adult kind, try looking at the top shelf in the closet of the main bedroom. Those are my private things. Our secret. : ) See you in a few weeks.

Let me know if there are any interesting updates...

Jane

After reading the email, Caroline suddenly became curious. She wondered what Jane meant by romantic inspirations. She was curious, and there was no point in sitting around wondering. She got up and headed towards the closet. She stood on a chair to search the top shelf and then she found a large box.

The box was slightly dusty. She put it on the floor and opened it.

To Caroline's surprise, the contents of the box seemed tame. There weren't any sex toys, pictures, or videos, as she had expected. Instead, there was a small stack of paperback books. Caroline sifted through the stack and noticed that all of the books were very old and that they were all erotic stories.

The last book in the pile caught Caroline's attention. The book looked old and worn out. It was very large. On the cover was a naked man and woman. It was entitled, Stories of Love Incest.

She was slightly taken aback that a highly respected university Dean would own a book of incest stories. It briefly crossed her mind that Jane had mentioned a "romantic" winter vacation with her husband and son. Maybe Jane had been reading too many dirty stories and got confused, Caroline thought.

After sifting through the pile, Caroline realized that none of the books would be useful to her. She wasn't planning to write a romance book or erotica. She was attempting to write something classy and respectable. She put the books back inside of the box, and she placed it back on top of the shelf where it belonged.

Later that day. Caroline made hot chocolate and called her son for a mid-afternoon drink. She had spent most of the day trying to work on her book, and things were getting lonely. Matt came down the stairs soon after and joined his mother at the table.

"Looks like there won't be any snowboarding for a while," Caroline said.

He took a sip of the drink. "Yeah, unfortunately. But there's still a ton of movies to watch on the home theater. And my video games look great on the flat screen here. So there's other fun stuff to do."

"I miss being young," she smiled. "Your enthusiasm is nice to watch. You're always doing fun things."

"No one is stopping you from having fun, mom. Ever since we came here, you've been in your room most of the time working on your book. You should come out more. Enjoy the surroundings."

Caroline looked towards the window at the outside snow. "That won't be happening for a while. Not for the next few days according to the weather reports."

"Yeah, but you could still have fun around the house. We could watch a movie together later."

"That sounds nice. Maybe a good movie will help give me inspirations."

"You're really taking this book thing seriously," Matt noted.

"I am. Unfortunately, I'm not very good at writing it."

Matt cracked a smile, "An English professor who isn't good at writing? Your class should be easy to pass."

"This is different," Carline replied with a faint smile. "I'm struggling with ideas. I know what I want to write about, I know the topics, but the words won't come out."

"Well, what do you want to write about? Maybe I can help."

"I'm writing about a woman who explores life in her later years. Right now I'm torn with how much romance to incorporate. I want to write a truthful story about women, but I don't want to alienate certain readers with sex."

"Sex sells," Matt replied. "You don't have to be an econ major to know that. Just look at today's market for books. Romance and dirty stories are the big things that women want to read right now. If you want my advice, you should put as much romance as you can. Otherwise no one is going to read it...except for me of course."

"That's probably good advice. But even if I want to use more romance, I have no idea how to write it."

"You want to be a writer, don't you?" Matt asked.

"Yeah, but this is different. I never intended on..."

Matt cut her off mid-sentence. "Then you better get some practice and do it. That's the only way to learn."

"I guess you're right," she conceded. "Jane has a stack of erotic literature in this home. I'll probably look at it later tonight for inspiration."

"Nice."

"Care to read some?"

"No thanks. I prefer to use...umm...nevermind."

Caroline smiled, "Don't bother answering that. I don't even want to know."

That night. After the dinner plates were cleaned, Caroline went straight to her room with a renewed vigor to write her novel. She sat on the floor with her laptop and wrote passionately about the character, drawing inspiration from her own life experiences, and from other women she knew.

It was the most she had written in a single sitting. Her creativity was on fire. She was on a roll. The lead character in her story was on a trip abroad, alone, when she met a man.

Then, Caroline's creativity stopped.

Her imagination came to a complete halt, but she still wanted to write. Then she remembered Jane's erotic books.

Caroline went back to the closet, stood on a chair, and grabbed the box full of dirty stories. She put the books on the floor and sat down. There wasn't a strategy or a particular book she wanted to read. There wasn't time for that. She just wanted some ideas on how to set up an erotic scene.

She briefly flipped through each book in the stack. The books on top of the pile weren't very interesting from what she could tell. Some of the books didn't have much sex or eroticism. The other books which had a lot of sex were poorly written.

Then Caroline reached the bottom of the stack and saw the book that intrigued her earlier, Stories of Love Incest.

She looked at the back of the book, and then the table of contents. Her assumption was confirmed. The book contained a variety of short incest stories by different authors. There were over 50 different stories. Glancing through the story descriptions and titles, she saw that the stories contained various combinations of incestuous relations. Some were father/daughter, others were brother/sister, or even sister/sister. The most common appeared to be mother/son stories.

It was an intriguing moment for her. Caroline wasn't a sexually naive person, and she never judged anybody for their fantasies or fetishes. But incest? It was a fetish which seemed hard to swallow. But nevertheless, she was curious about the stories. She was curious about the world of erotica and lust.

Caroline opened the book and briefly skimmed through a random story:

1) The first story was about a single father. He was a good man who did his best to raise a rebellious college-aged daughter. Things took a sexual turn when the father discovered that his daughter had considered doing porn. He confronted his daughter, and she confessed. She explained that she thought it was exciting and that she needed a job. He hired her as his secretary, and she got paid. But she still needed sexual excitement in her life.

The story left Caroline feeling extremely uncomfortable, and strangely aroused. She knew plenty of single fathers. The thought of them having sexual relations with their daughters was disturbing, yet oddly stimulating. It was a dirty feeling she had never felt before.

She flipped to another random story:

2) The second story she read was about a brother and sister who were planning to attend different grad schools. They had always been best friends growing up. They were heartbroken and sad to leave each other. The night before the siblings were to depart from each other, they made an impromptu decision to meet by the lake at midnight, and to swim naked. From that point, things escalated.

What surprised Caroline the most about the two incest stories she had read was the emotional pull they had. The stories were well-written, and the sex scenes were incredibly well done. She was slowly understanding the appeal of family relations as a fantasy. It was the ultimate taboo.

When she flipped the page to read another story, she stopped in her tracks when she realized it was a mother/son story. As a single mother living alone with her son, the story topic made her particularly uncomfortable. But she continued reading anyway.

3) The third story was about a prim and proper woman who struggled to balance her busy career as an attorney, with being a single mother to a rebellious college-aged son. After receiving a long-awaited promotion, she realized that her work schedule was about to become a lot more chaotic. She knew she wouldn't have the time to deal with her son's antics anymore, so she made him a deal: She offered her son sexual favors in exchange for him behaving himself. Every weekend, she would go to his room and pleasure him. Their relationship blossomed from that point.

Caroline took a deep breath. She read the story fast and felt emotionally vested by the topic. She felt like the characters were almost real, and she wondered if such a story could even be possible.

She looked at the clock and it was already past 12:30 am. She had been reading nonstop for over 3 hours. Her vagina had become wet, and aching for attention, but her eyes could barely open. She had already spent her energy on reading and writing. There wasn't enough energy to masturbate, at least not in the way that she needed.

After placing the books on the desk near her laptop, she washed herself in the bathroom, turned off the lights, and went to bed with a newfound confidence in her storytelling abilities.

The next morning. Caroline did some writing immediately after waking up. Her hair was still a mess, and she was still in her nightgown. The erotic books she had read the night before served as powerful inspiration as she typed away on her laptop.

Afterwards, she took a long shower and gave herself the much needed sexual release using the smooth bottom of a hairbrush inside of her vagina. She had an orgasm thinking of the semi-erotic scene she had just written for her novel.

When she finished, she went down the stairs in a sweater and sweatpants, and cooked a large breakfast. She knew the smell of fresh food being prepared would be enough to bring Matt to the kitchen. Nearly 10 minutes later, she heard his footsteps coming down the stairs.

"You look like a million bucks," she said sarcastically, noting his sloppy appearance.

"Thanks mom. So do you. You look way too happy for this kind of weather."

It almost made her laugh inside. The source of her glowing skin and vibrant morning appearance was the nice orgasm she had given herself earlier, but he'd never know. It wasn't his business.

"You're right on time. The food is ready."

Caroline got two plates and filled them with hot food from the stove. She brought it to the table and got two cups and filled them with fruit juice. They both sat down and began to eat.

"Did you work on your book?" he asked, in between eating. "You said you were going to read some stuff last night. How did that go?"

"It went well. Jane actually has a pretty interesting collection of literature. It opened my eyes to a lot of new things, which has really helped with my writing."

"Cool. Maybe I can read some of those books later."

Caroline nearly choked on her food. "Really? You've never been much of a reader."

"I used to have a shelf full of books remember?"

"Those were comic books and scary stories that I bought for you a long time ago. I've never seen you read literature unless it's part of your college curriculum."

"You seem kind of defensive over those stories," Matt said with a faint smile. "They must be some pretty provocative stuff."

"Not really," she replied in a coy tone. "I need those books with me. You know, in case I need more samples to look at while I'm working on my story."

"Fair enough," Matt nodded before returning his attention back to the food.

After breakfast, Caroline went back to work on her novel. She typed a few paragraphs, but found her mind wandering back to the collection of incest stories. She stopped what she was doing and picked up Stories of Love Incest to look at the cover. The cover was beautiful. The drawing of a naked man and woman was artistic and bold.

Her eyes skimmed through the table of contents. Each story specified what type of incest it was. Caroline found herself drawn to the mother/son titles. They were much more taboo, provocative, and relatable to her.

Caroline noticed that one of the mother/son stories listed in the table of contents was underlined with a pen. There was also a small asterisk next to it. Whoever marked that story probably had good reason.

She flipped to the story page and began to read:

4) The story was entitled, The Winter of Ecstasy Pleasure. It was about a mother who lived in a rural area with her college-aged son. A rare blizzard came which forced all residents to stay indoors for several days. All of the residents were well prepared with food and water. The power went out during the snowstorm. For the next few days, the mother and son used their time to connect in a way that they had never done before. They had always been close, but they found themselves bonding emotionally. The mother revealed intimate details about herself, and so did the son. On a freezing cold night, the mother climbed into her son's bed and held him tightly for warmth. It was the beginning of a sexual relationship, and the beginning of their new lives together.

An hour later, Caroline breathed a sigh of relief after finishing the story. It was touching, warm, and extremely erotic. Most of all, it was relatable. She felt like the main character of the story. Caroline's relationship with her son was the same as the characters in the story. Yet, the female character in the story eventually found her way into her son's bed.

Caroline found herself wondering how a decent person could actually commit incest. She was aroused. Her panties were wet. Her heart rate had risen. Her body became warmer after reading the story.

On her desk was a picture of her and Matt. He was handsome. He looked almost like his father, and he had many of the same personality traits.

She leaned back in her chair and slid her right hand down her sweatpants. Her hand went underneath her panties and she began to touch herself sexually. She had already came earlier that morning, but she was in desperate need for more relief. For the very first time in her life, she fantasized about her son. She kept her eyes open and looked at Matt's picture on the desk.

Caroline imagined herself in the same position as the female character in the story. She imagined sliding into bed with Matt at night, feeling his athletic body. She imagined the reaction on his face, the look of pure shock. Then she imagined her head going down under his blanket to look for his penis. Then she imagined sucking his cock.

She came.

An orgasm ripped through her body the moment she imagined her lips touching her grown son's hard penis. It was a disturbing thought, which she found oddly arousing. She regained her senses, breathed heavily, and wondered what she had just done. My little secret, she thought.

When she recovered from the orgasm, she went to the bathroom to wash her hands, and she used a wet paper towel to wipe the orgasm between her legs. She also needed to change her panties.

She went back to her laptop and tried working on her story once again. She couldn't. All she could think about was the new fantasy with her son. It was a jarring and heart-shaking thought. How could I think of such a thing? With my own son? Why did I enjoy it so much?

Once again, she had to remind herself that it was her secret. No one would ever know.

Part 3 of 4: The Winter of Ecstasy Pleasure

One week later. After waking up early in the morning, Caroline went back to work on her story. Her hair was still a mess, and she was still wearing the nightgown she slept in.

The novel she was writing had nice progress to it. She developed a routine, where every time got stuck, she would read some of Jane's erotic stories. Especially the incest stories. At that moment, she thought of Jane. She still couldn't believe that a successful and influential person would even own such a book. She wanted to see if she could find out more.

She opened her email account:

Dear Jane,

I hope your trip to Europe is going well. Things are fine here in the home. There was a snow storm last week. Things cleared up for a while, and Matt and I were able to snowboard outside again. But, there's another snow storm right now.

Anyway, I'm writing to let you know that everything is going great. Matt and I are very happy. Thank you for letting us stay here. And thank you for letting me borrow your erotic literature. They have been REALLY helpful to the story that I'm trying to write.

Talk to you soon,

Caroline

After the email was sent, she went back to work on her novel, typing away on her laptop.

The house phone suddenly rang. It rang in the bedroom. It never rang before. It was an old landline phone with no caller id, but she knew it was her friend.

Caroline picked up the phone.

"Hello."

"Caroline, good morning. It's early morning right?" Jane asked.

"7:49 in the morning to be exact. It's good to hear from you again. What time is it over there?"

"You don't want to know. I was checking my email and I saw your message, so I decided to give you a long distance call."

"A call from you is always welcome," Caroline replied. "Everything is going great."

"I saw the weather forecast online. There's another snow storm already?"

"Yeah, it's pretty bad already. We're stuck in the house again"

"That's unfortunate," Jane replied. "It usually doesn't snow that much in December."

"It's okay. I don't mind. I'm indoors most of the time anyway."

"I'm sure Matt minds, doesn't he?"

"He can get pretty annoyed if he's stuck in the house all day. But he loves using your home theater and the rest of your nifty electronics."

"Good. I'm glad. And I'm glad to hear your story is going well."

"It really is," Caroline replied. "Your box of adult literature has really helped me with inspirations."

"Any favorites?"

Caroline thought for a moment. "The large book on the bottom of the pile. The one with the man and woman on the cover. I think that one is my favorite."

"Oh really?"

Caroline could almost feel her friend grinning on the other end of the phone line.

"It's certainly a provocative book," Caroline replied, trying to sound indifferent about it.

"What did you like about it? Tell me?"

"I liked the writing, the dialogue. I also thought the suspense and sex scenes were very well written. That really gave me a lot of inspiration."

"What about the incest aspect of it," Jane asked bluntly.

"What about it?"

"Did you enjoy reading about family members having sex?"

"It was interesting," Caroline replied calmly. "I've never read anything like that before. It was unusual, but I can understand why people enjoy reading it."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"I suppose I did."

"You're being evasive," Jane replied. "You can tell me the truth. Obviously I'm not in a position to judge you. It's my favorite book. No one knows about it, except for you and my husband."

Caroline took a deep breath. "The book was eye opening for me. Honestly, I thought it was weird that you would have something like that. But I was curious, so I read some of it. Frankly, I really liked it. I don't know what else to say."

"Any particular preference? Do you like the father/daughter stories, or the mother/son?"

"I've read a couple stories so far. They were all nice."

"Did you read the story that I underlined in the table of contents?" Jane asked.

"Are you talking about The Winter of Ecstasy Pleasure? I read it last week. It was... interesting. The writing was very good. I'm surprised I enjoyed it so much."

"Be honest with me Caroline, we've been best friends since high school. Tell me the truth. Did you fantasize about Matt after reading that story?"

"Why would you ask me that?"

"Because after reading that story, it changed my life for the better," Jane replied.

"How?"

"Answer the question first."

Caroline paused for a moment. "I fantasized about him a few times after reading that story."

"Can you keep a secret of mine? An extremely personal one. I'm willing to tell you because I want you to experience the same joys in life and because I trust you."

"Of course I can keep a secret," Caroline said. "I promise."

"Check the bedroom closet again. Look on the floor. One of the floorboards is loose. If you look underneath, you'll find my secret life. Don't worry, my husband knows. He loves it. I want you to experience the same thing."

"I'll have a look. I won't tell anyone about it."

"Good. I have to go now."

"Thank you for everything," Caroline replied. "It was nice hearing from you again."

"There's no need to thank me. You're doing me a favor. Bye."

"Bye."

The conversation ended and Caroline hung up the phone. It was the most bizarre conversation of her life. Not only did she reveal her most intimate secret, she learned that Jane had a major secret as well.

Caroline went to the closet and looked at the floor for a loose board. It was difficult to find, but she found it. She managed to lift the board using a screwdriver. She reached inside the open floor and picked up a small box. She went back to the center of the bedroom where there was plenty of light, and she sat down on the floor to examine the box.

When she opened the box, she saw another book. It was old and wrinkled. It was an instructional for sex. She flipped through the pages of the book and saw all of the different ways seduction could occur. There was a variety of pictures showing different sexual positions, and how they should be done. There was also different techniques for oral sex.

She continued searching the box and she found a large photo album. She looked inside. It had recent pictures of Jane, her husband and her college-aged son. The pictures were all taken at the winter home. The pictures were all innocent. The more Caroline flipped through the pages, the more scandalous the pictures started to look.

Caroline's heart nearly stopped when she began to see naked pictures of Jane's middle-aged body in the photos. She was posing nude in the bedroom, and around the house.

Caroline gasped when she saw naked pictures of Jane's son.

The final shock came when Carline turned the page and saw pictures of Jane performing oral sex on her son. There were several explicit pictures of the oral encounter. Then there were several pictures of Jane and her son having sex in the main bedroom, on the bed which Caroline had been sleeping in at night.

She slammed the photo album shut. She couldn't look anymore. Her stomach was in knots and her mind was spinning. Questions arose. How could my best friend do such a thing? That's not the person I know!

Despite the shock, there was a burning feeling in her pussy which refused to go away. It was aching, and it was yearning to be satisfied. After a few minutes of being in awe, she finally gave in to the desires and she reached inside her gown to rub her pussy. It wasn't enough.

She leaned her back against the bed while she was sitting on the floor. She opened the photo album again. She looked at the pictures of Jane naked, looking like a complete slut. She flipped the pages again and looked at the pictures of Jane sucking her son's cock.

She came.

The next day. It was another day of home isolation. The cold winter weather continued. There was no chance of going outside.

Caroline wore her exercise outfit in the middle of the afternoon and headed towards the home gym. Matt was already there using an exercise bike. He was nearly covered in sweat. They smiled at each other. It was awkward for Caroline to stretch and warm up in front of him, but there wasn't much choice. When she was ready, she got on an exercise bike next to him.

"How many miles have you done so far?" she asked.

"About 4."

Caroline started to move her feet on the exercise machine.

"Impressive. Good for you. I'll be lucky to do half of that."

"That's because you're always in your room," Matt replied. "You hardly move."

"You're right. My hips and thighs are really starting to show it. I've probably gained at least 5 pounds since we've been here."

"Well, let's take care of that. Come on, mom. Let's go faster!"

Matt moved his feet swiftly on the exercise bike. The bike was being pushed to its limit, and Caroline struggled to keep up.

"I can't!" she replied, picking up some speed.

"Of course you can! Faster! Get those legs in shape!"

The sweat poured off Matt's face as he went full speed on the bike. Caroline tried her best to keep up with her son's pace and encouragement. She rode the exercise bike as hard as she could. Sweat poured from her forehead. After several grueling minutes of an intense workout, her body showed its age and her legs came to a full stop.

She groaned as she got off the bike to lay on the floor. Her legs were curled. Matt got off his bike and immediately went down to help her. He put his hands on her legs, unsure of what to do.

"Are you okay?" he asked, concerned.

Caroline held her thighs tightly. "My legs are killing me. I'll be fine though."

"Sorry. I was only joking around."

"Help me up."

"I think you better stay on the floor for a while," Matt replied. "It looks like you have a cramp or something."

Caroline stayed on the floor. "It's going away. I'll be fine soon. I haven't exercised like that in a long time."

"You'll probably be really sore tomorrow."

"At my age, I'll be sore for a week."

Matt looked towards the other room. "Why don't we use the hot tub? It'll help with the soreness. Plus I owe you a massage."

"You certainly do," she joked.

He helped Caroline to her feet and they walked to the hot tub. He turned on the heating system and activated the tub. Caroline took off her shoes and socks. Then she sat down on the edge of the hot tub and put her legs in the warm water.

After a moment of relaxing, Matt reached down to massage his mother's legs.

"You shouldn't," she said. "I was just joking. I don't need a massage. I'll be fine."

"It's okay. It's my fault you hurt yourself."

Matt squeezed her legs with his strong hands. He reached in the water and massaged her sore calves, making her even more relaxed.

"That feels nice. It's been a long time since I've had a massage. I didn't know your hands were so talented."

"We learned about this in some of my sports science classes. Just relax."

Caroline wanted to moan each time her son squeezed her aching legs. She closed her eyes, and her mind started to drift before she brought herself back to reality. She opened her eyes and looked at her handsome son.

"I really need to workout more," Caroline noted. "I used to be in great shape when I was your age."

"What's stopping you?"

She thought for a moment. "I work too much. It's all I ever do. Nowadays the only thing I do is work on my book."

"You don't have to write the whole thing now, you know. I don't get why you're rushing so much. Most authors take months or years to write a novel."

"I know. But it just feels like something I have to do. That's what writing a story feels like. It feels like an obligation to yourself to get the words and ideas out."

Matt continued massaging his mother's legs. His hands moved up and down.

"So I guess your story is coming along well," he said.

"Better than I expected. I've actually learned a lot about myself in the process."

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

"Believe me, you don't want to know," she smiled. "But it's been keeping me busy."

Matt continued the massage. "I think I know what it is."

"You do?" Caroline replied, raising her eyebrow.

"It has to do with those erotic stories you've been reading, right?"

"What makes you say that?"

Matt smiled, "I know a lot about women. You mentioned before that you wanted to add romance to your story, and that you've been reading Jane's erotic books. Since then, you've had a glow on your face whenever I see you around the house. You look like a satisfied woman. It's subtle, but I can tell. I'm guessing you have a newfound interest in light romance stories."

"I didn't realize that you were an expert on middle-aged women."

"I'm an expert in all sorts of women," he smiled again, with his hands massaging tighter.

"If you only knew..."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means, you have no idea what you're talking about," Caroline replied. "Women are much more complicated than you think."

Matt continued massaging his mother's legs. The look on his face showed an intrigue towards his mother's cryptic comments.

"Why don't you enlighten me about women then?" he asked. "Now you've got me interested."

Caroline thought for a moment. "Well, what I'm saying is, don't be surprised if women have the same dirty fantasies that men have."

"Does that include you?" he asked cautiously.

"Maybe it does."

Matt's hands suddenly stopped massaging. He moved his hands away because they were completely exhausted from the long massage.

"My hands are done," he said. "I can barely make a grip anymore. I hope you enjoyed that massage."

"I did. It was pleasurable. And arousing," she said with a friendly wink.

Matt looked taken aback. "That's an interesting choice of words."

"If you're interested in what I've been doing lately, I've been reading incest stories in my bedroom. A lot of them. Some of them are romantic, some aren't. All of them have steamy sex scenes which really get me going. It shocked me at first, but now I love it. I guess it's a new fetish of mine."

Matt's jaw nearly dropped hearing his mother's revelation. Caroline smiled at her son's priceless reaction.

"You...uh...that's interesting..." Matt stuttered.

"Have you ever had those fantasies? I did some research online. Apparently it's common for men."

He looked down briefly, "I guess I have. A long time ago."

"Really?" she asked curiously.

"I guess."

"Anything in particular?"

He suddenly looked embarrassed. "Not really."

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, Matt. These are perfectly normal feelings. We shouldn't judge each other for something like this."

"You're right mom."

"I need a long shower. Thank you for the massage."

Caroline got out of the hot tub with water from her legs dripping everywhere. She gave her son a simple kiss on the cheek, and they briefly looked each other in the eyes. She turned around and grabbed a nearby towel to help dry the lower half of her body, and then she left.

Part 4 of 4: Between Mothers Sons

That night. There had been a power outage earlier. It was the first time that they had no electricity since the trip began. They ate dinner using candle light and a few lamps. The temperature of the house was slowly beginning to drop, especially with the snow storm outside. They wore thicker clothes to keep warm.

Caroline's room was lit by candle light and a lamp. She tried working on her story by using a battery pack to power her laptop. As always, she had the set of erotic stories next to her. She picked up the sex manual and looked at it. Then she wondered if Jane had used those same techniques on her son.

Caroline flipped through Jane's photo album again. It looked like Jane used the sexual techniques from the book on her son. It was appalling, yet irresistible. It was unholy, yet it looked so right. How could my best friend do such a thing?

Her eyes studied the different pictures. She lost track of how many times she had looked at them. The sight of actual incest was shocking. It always made her moisten between the legs to look at the pictures. She looked at the sex manual a few more times, and then she tried to go back to work.

10:43 that night. The house had gotten colder by the hour. She heard Matt's footsteps down the hall as he used the bathroom and went to his bedroom. She heard him closing the door. Caroline's eyes were sore and she decided to prepare for bed as well.

She brought the lamp to her bathroom and washed herself with cold water. She removed her clothes and examined her naked body with only the lamplight. Her body was starting to look old, and it was starting to sag, especially around her breasts and rear end. But she still looked desirable. Then she put on her nightgown.

An impulse flowed through Caroline's body. It was a cold night and she needed someone to hold. It had been a very long time since she had been in a relationship. She hadn't been romantic in months. It almost made her laugh to think that she was just like the female character in The Winter of Ecstasy and Pleasure. Then it made her aroused to think that she could commit incest like the lead character.

She lifted the front part of her nightgown and looked at her pussy in the mirror. It was wet and in desperate need of male attention. Caroline looked at her face in the mirror. She was pretty. And she was lonely.

Caroline took the lamp and left the bathroom. She walked down the hall towards Matt's room. There was no light under the door, which meant that he was trying to sleep. She knocked lightly on the door, knowing that Matt hadn't fallen asleep yet. Matt told her to come in.

When Caroline entered the dark bedroom, she saw her son faintly with the lamplight. He was under his thick blanket, and it looked like he had just finished adjusting his clothes. There was a box of tissue next to his bed. She had an idea of what he was doing, but she wasn't sure.

"Do you need something?" he asked from his bed.

"My room is freezing. I was lonely. Do you mind if I sleep in your bed tonight?"

Through the darkness, she saw the look of hesitation on his face.

"Sure mom. If you want..."

Caroline walked towards her son's bed and placed the lamp on the nearby counter. She got underneath his thick blanket and laid next to him.

"Thank you. You're so sweet."

"No problem."

"And your blanket is so warm," she noted. "I should have done this sooner."

"Yeah."

The lamp light was still on, and Caroline snuggled in the warm bed next to her son. Her hands moved around as she got comfortable, and she felt an empty piece of tissue underneath the blanket. She picked it up and held it under the light.

"What's this?" she asked.

"Nothing. I have allergies sometimes."

"Were you, you know, touching yourself?"

"No," he said defensively. "Of course not."

She gave him a motherly look. "Don't be embarrassed. It's perfectly natural. Especially for a young man your age."

"I guess I was," he reluctantly admitted. "How was I supposed to know that you were going to be coming to my room?"

"Sorry for the intrusion."

"It's okay. It's a little embarrassing, but I'll live."

Caroline smiled at him in the near darkness. "So, what were you thinking about? Anything good?"

"Now you're just trying to give me a hard time."

"I thought you were doing that before I got here?" she quipped.

"Very funny."

"Were you thinking about me?" she asked. "Were you thinking about massaging my legs earlier? It's okay if you were. I'm just curious."

"Would you be mad if I was?"

"Of course not."

"You have nice legs, mom," he replied vaguely.

Caroline reached under the blanket and touched her son's hand, caressing it softly.

"You have nice hands."

"What are we doing right now?'

"It's a freezing cold night," she said. "I'm lonely. I haven't been with a man in a very long time. For the past week, I've been masturbating furiously to incest stories. I've also been studying a sex manual, which I'm eager to try. If you're interested, we can explore new things together. If not, I understand."

"I never thought you would offer."

Caroline held his hand tighter, and she leaned towards him to give him a soft kiss on the cheek. Then she moved her head down, underneath the large blanket. She kept the blanket over her head as she lowered her body. She moved on top of Matt's body.

She reached inside of his boxers and touched his penis, which was semi-erect. She couldn't see it because of the darkness, being underneath the blanket. But her hands rubbed in gently, and she imagined what it looked like. She gave it a kiss on the head. She could feel that Matt was nervous based on his slight squirming in bed. She was nervous too. Caroline gave the head of the penis another soft kiss. Then a lick. The tip of her lounge briefly swirled around the head of his penis. She gave the hard shaft a nice lick. She savored every lick. She loved making him squirm.

With the raging hard cock still in her hand, she remembered all of the oral sex tips she had read in the sex manual. She opened her mouth and took the head of the hard cock inside. She wrapped her lips tightly around her son, and then she sucked. Her mouth lowered inch-by-inch. She kept in mind every piece of advice from the manual. It was Caroline's first time with her son, and she wanted to make sure it was special.

Her left hand held the base of his cock. The other hand rubbed the shaft in an up-and-down motion. Caroline remembered all of the oral sex tips she had been reading. She touched all of his pleasure spots with her tongue, lips, and hand. She moaned with the hard cock in her mouth, knowing that men liked the humming feeling.

"Oh god...mom..."

Hearing Matt groan sent a jolt down her spine while she continued sucking. It was a stark reminder of the act of incest she was committing, the ultimate taboo. Oh god...my own son...

Instead of backing away, she only sucked harder and bobbed her head faster. She had never been so aroused in her entire life. Her pussy felt like it was on fire. Between her legs was a small river of vaginal fluids. Caroline continued sucking her son's cock, and she felt all of the tell-tale signs of an impending male orgasm.

She wanted to make him cum. She desperately wanted to taste his cum. But then she realized that it was their first time together, and it had to be special, just like in all of the incest stories she had been reading.

Caroline released her son's cock from her lips and sat upright on his thighs. She pushed the blanket away and Matt was able to see her. They made eye contact while she was wearing her nightgown, and Matt's hard cock was still exposed.

"How do you feel?" she asked. "Are we going too far? Did I cross the line?"

"No. God no. Mom, I'm aching so hard that it hurts."

"Do you need me to take care of it for you?"

"More than anything."

"Good. I desperately need release too."

Caroline grabbed the bottom of her nightgown and pulled it overhead. She tossed it to the floor, leaving her completely naked on top of her son. In was the most vulnerable she had ever felt in her life. She watched Matt's eyes roam over her naked body. The lamp light was more than enough for Matt to have a good look at her nudity. Her sagging, average sized breasts were completely exposed. Her large brown nipples hardened. Her bush was on full display. It made her wet beyond belief seeing Matt desire her so much. She massaged her breasts and played with her hard nipples to make him even more aroused.

Once they got used to the nudity, she used her fingers to hold her son's hard cock straight up. She positioned herself over the hard cock, and she slowly lowered her body. They made eye contact the entire time. They never looked away from each other, even as the tip of his erection touched her labia. She lowered herself even further, allowing the hard cock to penetrate her pussy. She moaned softly. She lowered herself even further, allowing the cock to enter her, inch-by-inch, until it was all the way inside. Caroline's body sat down on her son's crotch, with his hard cock buried in her.

"You feel so good in me," she groaned. "We're a perfect match."

Before he could reply, Caroline clenched her vaginal muscles, just as she had read in the manual, which caused her son to gasp out loud. She continued to clench her vaginal muscles as hard as she could, and she slowly released the grip so they could have sex.

As her body adjusted to his cock size, Caroline reached underneath her son's tshirt to rub his stomach. Her hands moved upwards and she caressed his bare chest. Matt returned the favor, reaching up to fondle his mother's breasts, squeezing them, and playing with her hard brown nipples.

Caroline's body began to move in a sexual motion. She slowly rode her son's cock, wondering if this was actually happening. Looking into her son's eyes let her know that it wasn't a dream. Feeling his cock in her hot pussy let her know that it was real.

"Oh god...mom. Just like that," Matt groaned.

Hearing him call her 'mom' only added to the pleasure. It was the ultimate taboo, and she was committing it with him. It was an unholy coupling, and she was loving every second. Her pussy became even more soaked. She rode him harder, and she squeezed his chest harder too.

"Call me 'mom' again," she said with lust in her voice. "Call me your mother again."

He obliged. "Fuck me, mom. Fuck me, mom."

The taboo felt surreal as Caroline continued to ride her son's cock. It was just like the incest stories she had been fantasizing about, only it had become reality. She felt like she was living a sexual dream. She screamed out loud as she continued to ride him. They continued making eye contact. They continued rubbing each others bodies. Matt's hands continued squeezing his mother's tits.

Caroline clenched her vaginal muscles once again. The grip was tight. The reaction on Matt's face let her know that it was working. She looked him in the eyes and saw his expression of complete disbelief. She continued clenching her vaginal muscles while riding him, and soon his body arched and his mouth widened.

He shot a load of cum inside of his mother's pussy. Caroline felt his ejaculation, and she could tell from his body movement that he was in a state of massive orgasm. She continued clenching her pussy while riding him, milking him for everything he had.

Before long, and intense burning feeling developed between Caroline's legs. Her pussy was on fire. She rubbed her clit furiously. She came along with her son, while she fingered herself. They orgasmed together. Her back arched violently. Her vaginal and leg muscles contracted. She screamed at the top of her lungs from the powerful orgasmic feeling. They were in a secluded area, so she didn't care how loud she was. She continued screaming and shouting as they came.

When it was over, Caroline collapsed on top of her son. The bed sheet was soaked with both of their orgasmic fluids. They breathed heavily against each other. Sweat had formed on their bodies despite the cold temperate. Caroline showed signs of consciousness again, and she expressed her gratitude by giving Matt a gentle kiss on the lips, then another. Then they gave each other a passionate wet tongue kiss.

"I love you," she said. "I always have. And I always will."

"I know," Matt replied, giving her another kiss on the lips.

They held each other that night. They kept each other warm in the cold weather. When they awoke, they continued their love making.

Epilogue:

Mid January. Caroline was in her office on the college campus. It was late in the afternoon and she had already finished teaching her first course of the semester. With the extra time she had, Caroline continued working on her novel.

Thirty minutes passed, and footsteps came from down the hall. Caroline looked up to see Jane standing in the doorway.

"Always the hard worker I see," Jane playfully noted.

Caroline playfully shrugged. "What can I say? I'm a hard worker."

"No one can deny that. You've won Professor of the Year plenty of times. But you look far too involved on that computer to be sending emails to students, or to be working on new curriculum. I'm assuming you're working on that novel."

"Nice guess."

"How is it coming along?" Jane asked.

"Nicely. I've contacted a few publishing agents about what I've written so far. I haven't heard anything back yet. I'm keeping my fingers crossed."

"You're a good writer. I'm sure you'll get a solid deal."

"Thanks," Caroline replied. "And thanks again for letting me use your winter home. It was so much fun. I had such a great time."

Jane smiled, "Don't mention it. I should be going now. I'll leave you with your story."

"I want to show you something first," Caroline said, reaching for her phone to access her pictures.

After quickly browsing through her pictures, Caroline thought to herself for a moment.

"Nevermind, I guess I don't have it with me," Caroline lied. "Maybe I'll show you another time."

"I'm looking forward to it. I think I know what the pictures are. You're not comfortable talking about it yet. Maybe we can meet for lunch later this week to discuss it. We can share stories from our winter vacations."

"I'd like that," Caroline smiled. "That sounds wonderful."

"Great. I'll email you later tonight for arrangements. Bye."

"Bye."

After Jane left, Caroline turned her attention back to the pictures on her phone. They were nude selfies she had taken with Matt. The nude pictures were taken in different rooms of the winter home. Most of the pictures were of them kissing. Other pictures were more explicit, with images of Caroline performing oral sex on Matt. There were also pictures of them having sex.

Caroline closed her computer and headed home. Her pussy was becoming wetter by the moment. She desperately needed her son's attention.

The End

483 Casting Call with Mom

HeyAll

Jenny beamed the moment her son came home from his college class. There was a giddiness in her demeanor and she told him to sit down after removing his shoes.

"This must be something interesting," Robert said, sensing mom's excitement.

She smiled, "I'm attending a casting call for a new tv show. It's for a brief, yet major scene. They need a few female extras around my age."

This was Jenny's big chance. She loved her career as a stage actress. The schedules were always tough and the pay was often low, but she loved everything about acting. From the stage to the crowds, she found it all exhilarating.

In all her years in the industry, she'd never had a chance to be on film. That was a big fantasy for her, but competition to appear on the screen was fierce, and being in her mid-40's, it was difficult to land a proper gig.

Until now...

"Wow," Robert's eyes lit up. "What kind of show is it?"

Jenny did her best to temper expectations. "Well, it's a small non-speaking role. My agent sent me the last minute announcement and there's a lot of buzz around this show. Exciting, isn't it?"

"Very. This sounds so cool. You'll finally get to be on tv!"

Jenny felt the giddiness return. "I know. The best part is, there's plenty of these small parts to go around. So there's a good chance I'll land the gig."

"Awesome. You still haven't said what kind of show this is."

"Sci-fi and fantasy. Think of Game of Thrones. It's that sort of thing. The overall plot is being kept under wraps. I'm auditioning to play a tribal character who's involved with sorcery and magic. So it's basically a performance art thing that I'll be doing. I'll be using my body and physical reactions for the scene. A very important scene, I might add."

Robert's eyes lit up, " Sounds amazing. It's going to be exciting to see you on tv, finally. you deserve this."

Despite the joyful moment, Jenny felt herself tensing. There was more to the news. Information she dreaded to tell him. She fought hard to relax and breathe deeply, to calm herself down. Might as well get this over with.

"There's something else," she said. "I've always been very expressive in my career as a stage actress, and all the things I've done with art. I believe that the human body, and its expression, is the highest form of beauty. Do you know where I'm going with this?"

Robert gave an awkward look, "I think so. It's okay."

She straightened her posture, asserting herself. She wanted to show confidence in her decision. This was her body and she was a grown woman.

"I'm going to do a nude scene," she finally said in a staunch tone. "That's what the casting call is for. Women my age who will appear nude for a period of time. It's something like an ancient ritual scene. Are we clear?"

He nodded. "Yes."

Jenny held her chin high and kept her shoulders open. She was still determined to defend her actions.

"It's my body, I'm an independent woman, and I choose to do this because I enjoy artistic expression. I'm certainly not asking your permission for this. I don't need it. I find this to be empowering."

"Mom, no one is arguing with you," Robert said calmly.

Jenny paused and finally relaxed. "You're right. Sorry about that. I guess I got a little carried away. I had no idea how you'd react to this, that's all."

"Honestly, it'll be a little awkward knowing that my mom is naked on tv."

"I'll worry about getting the part first. Speaking of which, can you give me a ride to the beach this Saturday? If you're driving, I can focus on getting into character."

He smiled, "Sounds like fun. I'd love to go."

"Wonderful. The casting and camera tests are on Saturday. If I get the part, we'll have to go back next week for the actual filming."

He quickly nodded. "Sure, I'm free anytime."

"You seem a little too happy about this," she said, playfully squinting her eyes at her son.

"Of course I'm happy about it. I get to go on a film set. Plus, there's going to be other naked women, won't there? I'm only kidding, mom."

Now the excitement belonged to Robert, who fully expected to see mature breasts on the beach. His gleeful expression almost caused Jenny to regret asking for his help. She hadn't had time to consider the potential ramifications.

"I'm assuming you want to stay on set while we film the casting process," she said in a rhetorical matter. "I guess that's fair. The casting call is going to last a few hours, and I don't want you to be bored."

"Thanks," he smiled.

Jenny raised an eyebrow. "But that means you'll be seeing me naked, since I'll be auditioning nude."

"I know...um...I mean, really? Oh, yikes. That's going to be pretty awkward. What should we do?"

It was obvious by the tone in Robert's voice that he had zero intention of removing himself from the equation. He definitely wanted to be there. Jenny had already invited him to the set and she didn't have the heart to pull him away. Especially since he was such an avid fan of film. He always enjoyed the behind-the-scenes process and it would have been cruel to deny him this opportunity.

"We can be mature about this," she said, holding back a sigh. "But only if you promise to be respectful and not ogle at the other women. And I especially don't want you ogling over me."

When Jenny said this, she was deadly seriously.

"Deal. I never thought I'd actually get to visit a place where they're filming a big tv show. Do you know if there are going to be any famous actors there?"

Robert's enthusiasm was now palpable, and there was no way Jenny could take this opportunity away. The deal was already done, as far as he was concerned.

"No one famous," she replied. "But the director is someone I truly admire. I really want to be part of this, no matter how small the role is, or what I have to do."

"There's no way they'll turn you down. You're too talented. You have so much experience. You're an amazing actress. They'll be blown away by whatever you do."

The extra boost of confidence from her son immediately worked, and it made her blush.

"You're sweet," she smiled. "Maybe there's another reason why you should come along. Your pep talks are always helpful. Nude scenes can often be daunting, and I've never done it on film before."

Robert raised his hand. "Pep talks it is. Whatever I can do to help."

They gave each other a high-five.

"You're the best," she said in appreciation.

But by the look on Robert's face, the appreciation was all his.

On the morning of the casting, while Jenny was taking a shower, she mentally scolded herself for asking her son to drive her. She should have known that he'd be exposed to all sorts of nudity, including her own. It was a mental oversight.

But on the other hand, Robert had always been good at giving her pep talks and boosting her confidence. He was such a positive young man. That was a great quality, especially in circumstances like these.

In a strange way, this was the least she could do for her son, Jenny thought. It would be a nice little treat for him. Robert was always a respectful young man and took care of the household, since she often had to work long hours at night with theater productions.

The problem was, she had to eventually show her naked body to him on the film set. Sure, Jenny had done plenty of nude modeling in her youth, especially in her college days. She was a nude model for art classes. The extra money and experience was nice, plus, if she was honest with herself, it was also exciting. She had also done plenty of nude scenes on stage, with hundreds of strangers staring at her bare figure.

But those people were all strangers or colleagues, fellow artists, or fellow students. Could she really do this in front of her own son?

A flurry of thoughts came to mind: Would Robert be traumatized for life seeing his mother's tits, pussy, and butt? Or would Robert be aroused? Would this affect their relationship for the better or worse?

Jenny had no answers.

She only knew two things: First, that Robert would never ever forget this. Second, that he'd be seeing her totally bare in a matter of hours.

Those were the two truths that Jenny had come to accept.

When the shower finished, Jenny dried herself with a towel and examined her makeup-free face in the mirror. She looked good for her age. There were lines around her eyes and laugh lines around her mouth. Her breasts had begun to sag years ago. She was a little rounder around the midsection. But she tried her hardest to stay in shape and keep her face youthful; all part of the rigors of being a stage actress.

It was time to break the ice. Jenny had come up with an impromptu plan to make things 'less awkward' with her son ahead of the nude scene. She put on a bathrobe, her hair wet and slicked back, and proceeded to the hallway. She knew Robert would be awake by now, preparing for the trip.

When she found him, he was in the kitchen eating cereal, without a single clue of what she was doing there, or why she was staring at him without saying a word.

"Yes?" he asked, slightly dumbfounded by his mother's strange behavior.

Without a shred of warning, Jenny opened her bathrobe, holding it wide open to reveal everything. Her exposed naked tits and pussy were merely a few feet away from Robert. She noticed his eyes widen and gape over every inch of her impressive nude body, from head to toe.

It gave Jenny an uncomfortable feeling doing this to her son. But it was a necessary thing, in her calculation. Better to get this over with now, than later.

"Have a good look?" she asked, shaking her hips.

He nodded slowly. "Uh huh."

That's when Jenny closed her robe and tied the knot in the middle, permanently ending the show.

"Good, because I wanted that out of your system. So when I'm exposed during the audition, I don't want you staring at me in a strange manner. Understood?"

"Yes, mom," he said, still dazed by his mom's tits.

"We'll leave in half an hour. Thank you."

Jenny marched back to her bedroom. This time there was a pep in her step. She couldn't admit it to herself, but seeing Robert's unfiltered reaction was humorous, and it also made her pussy kind of wet.

The film set was everything they hoped it would be. It was alongside a beautiful beach on a sunny day. The beach was closed to the public and there was a film crew of about 30 people.

For Jenny, this was all business. A make-up artist had given her a sort of medieval look, thanks to elaborate hairstyling and make-up. She looked the part, as did the other eight women who showed up for the casting call. Jenny was in complete work-mode as she dropped her robe and posed naked on the beach, along with the other women -- her competitors.

The women posed and followed the orders of the director and show producers, who had a specific vision for the show. They had the women form strange, ritualistic poses and perform mythical chanting, all while completely naked.

Robert could not have been more pleased. He watched from a short distance as the naked women did their thing on camera. No matter how beautiful the other women were, Robert's eyes kept involuntarily falling back to his mother.

After an hour of beach nudity, the director yelled 'cut', and the women were given robes. They huddled and the director spoke to them privately for several minutes.

When the conversation was over, Jenny went to her son and they took a stroll on the beach so they could have a moment of privacy. She didn't look as comfortable as she had before. The calmness and relaxation was gone. She looked as though she had become rigid and uptight. Like there was now a massive weight on her chest.

"You did great mom," he said with affirmation. "You really looked the part. The director seemed impressed with you."

Jenny blushed awkwardly, "Thanks, but that's not something you ever should have seen."

"Oh, right. I thought we were passed that though. Sorry."

Robert tempered his enthusiasm as he tried to appear more respectful towards his mother.

She cleared her throat. "Don't be sorry. I may need another favor. An even bigger favor."

"Sure, no problem. What is it?"

"I mean it, it's the biggest favor I could ever ask. I feel horrible asking you this. I regret it already."

Robert gave a soft laugh to break the tension. "Let me guess, you got the part, it's a big offer, and now I have to do the dishes and laundry for the next few weeks. Is that it?"

"Not exactly," she sighed. "The director is French."

Robert looked puzzled. "Yeah, I've noticed."

The frustration was building and all Jenny could do was shake her head.

"What I'm saying is, French directors are different from American directors. They expect to see more. Their boundaries are different."

He slowly nodded, catching the drift. "I think I know where you're going with this."

"The good news is that the director is willing to cast all of us because he's so impressed. But we still have to earn particular parts. The audition is not over."

"And the bad news?" he asked cautiously.

She took a deep breath. "The bad news is that the director wants to test a simulated sex scene in a few minutes, for all of us. It's a last minute addition that the director wants to include in the scene."

Robert shook his head in disbelief at the French director's audacity. "That's pretty unbelievable. The nerve of that guy."

"I know, but that's show business. Things change all the time. Art shouldn't be limited, ever."

"So what are you going to do?"

Jenny showed her determination. "I want this part. I'm doing it. But there aren't enough male extras today, so the director said it was okay for us to work with anyone we chose."

"Oh..." Robert replied simply, clenching up in the process, knowing what was coming next.

"Are you willing to help?"

"Do I have to be naked or anything? Is this going to be recorded?"

There was genuine concern on Robert's face, which was perfectly understandable to Jenny. Her son wasn't the type of person that was comfortable being the center of attention. This line of work wasn't for everyone.

"You won't have to be naked," she reassured. "The simulated sex scene will be in the ocean, with the water up to our waist. And this will only be a camera test to see how it looks on film."

"Do they know I'm your son?"

She shook her head. "Gosh no, and frankly, that's none of their business. Besides, we've all signed non-disclosure agreements. No one can reveal anything. It's just a simple screen test."

A powerful awkwardness lingered between them. Jenny felt horrible asking this favor from her son. Robert felt embarrassed at the concept of doing this with a bunch of strangers watching.

In a final desperate burst, Jenny further explained why it was so vital that her son does it, and not any else who was willing to lend a hand. She'd never done a simulated sex scene before, so she believed that if her son was her partner, she'd be more natural and relaxed, resulting in a better chance of earning the part.

"I'll do it," Robert said, with slight reluctance. "Only because it'll help you. You deserve this, mom."

There was a sparkle in Jenny's eye. "That's so sweet. Thank you. I'll owe you for this."

While they continued walking on the beach, she stopped him and planted a big kiss on the side of his cheek. It was a much harder kiss than she'd normally give him, but it was well deserved.

"You're welcome," he replied, awestruck by the kiss.

"It won't be difficult. You'll stand in the water with your face away from the camera. I'll wrap my legs around you while you hold me. And the camera will zoom in on my face."

"Zoom in on your face? Why?"

Jenny looked embarrassed. "The scene isn't about normal sex. It's about a group of women in ancient times who fall under a spell. They're strong believers of their god. Think of it like Game of Thrones or something. It's that kind of show."

"Oh, okay. I'm sure it'll be great."

"You're going to do great also," she said, trying to put a positive spin on it. "This is your first real experience in the acting world, and I have complete faith in you. I'll make sure you have a good time. I promise."

She pinched her son's cheek and gave him another big, wet kiss. It was the least she could do for his troubles.

When the short break was over, Robert was given a pair of swimming trunks to wear for the scene.

Jenny was thankful that this was all going smoothly. They went towards the ocean. Most of the other women were already naked and with their male partners in the water. Robert went to the shore and into the water with everyone else. It was Jenny's turn to disrobe, getting completely naked once again, then handed her robe to an assistant who whisked it away.

When Robert turned to look at his mom, he saw her bare physique again, this time up close and under the bright sunlight. Jenny felt uncomfortable, yet the situation was causing a strange tingly feeling between her legs. The taboo was surreal and unusual. But this was art. And Jenny was an artist who took her craft seriously.

"Get into the proper position," the French director said through a microphone, his accent thick and voice calm. "We are almost ready to begin."

They went into the ocean until the waves reached their waists. Then they turned to face each other. Jenny's brown nipples had turned rock hard. Completely stiff from the coolness of the ocean water and slight breeze. She noticed her son marveling at her tits and stiff nipples, and she jokingly pinched his chin and guided his head upwards.

"I'm up here," she smiled at him.

He blushed, "Sorry."

"No need to apologize; they're tits. At your age, you're supposed to be checking them out. Just not mine."

"Tits are tits, mom," he smiled.

Jenny clenched from uncomfortableness. "Remember what we've talked about, okay? All you have to do is stand here. I'll do all the work."

"Got it. This is easy."

"Easy for you," she pointed out. "I still feel terrible about dragging you into this. For making you help me...you know...perform a scene like this."

"It's not like I've never seen sex before, or had it. I know what it looks like. The important thing is that you focus on your acting. I want you to nail this scene."

"You want me to nail this scene?" she asked, eyebrow arched. "Was that a bad pun?"

"An accidental pun," he shrugged.

"Performers, get ready," the director said. "Get into position. We will begin when ready."

Jenny looked her son deeply in the eyes. "Are you ready?"

"I was ready for this a long time ago."

She shot a look of disbelief. "Really?"

Robert suddenly clenched with embarrassment. "Umm...not like years ago. I meant that I was ready a few minutes ago."

She sighed, "When this is over, we're going to have a long conversation. Until then, it's time to work."

That was when she approached her son. There was no apprehension. This was all business. She approached him until her bare tits squeezed against her son's chest. She wrapped her arms tightly around him. Then she threw both of her legs around his lower back. Then she arched herself backwards, so it looked like they were fucking in the water, while still holding him with her arms.

For a moment, there was a painfully awkward pause. The director waited for the other women to get ready. Meanwhile, Jenny was in a sexual position with her son, and she noticed that he had begun to ogle at her tits again.

"Now we begin," the director said in his heavy French accent. "Gyrate. Look like you're fucking. Show me the passion!"

With Jenny's eyes locked on Robert's, and her arms still wrapped around his neck, she began to rock her hips so it looked like they were having sex in the ocean. Her hips gyrated in the water, grinding on her son's crotch.

This wasn't just movement. It was acting too. Jenny made a serious face, while also conveying a sense of passion in her eyes and emotions. This was one of the hardest things she'd ever done. The nudity was nothing. But seeing the look on her son's face was tough for her to deal with. It was almost as if Robert was fighting off a multitude of emotions. She had an idea of what emotions Robert was dealing with, but she couldn't do anything about it because it would break character.

She was determined to ask him later. This was a conversation she needed to have with him.

"This is so boring," the director called out. "Let's see the passion. Fuck like you want this!"

Jenny squeezed her son tighter and gyrated her hips harder. She made sure to intensify the look on her face so the director would know she was serious about this.

The director continued yelling. "Come on people. Keep fucking. Show me the emotions. Fuck like you mean it. The best actress will get the most screen time when we film next week. Show me the passion!"

"Do you mind?" she asked her son, still rocking her hips.

He shook his head. "Go ahead, do it. My back is getting tired from holding you up, though."

Jenny certainly couldn't blame him for getting tired of holding her. Over the years, her hips and thighs had gotten a little heavier. It was a normal part of aging. Now here she was, pushing all her weight onto her son's crotch while he carried her naked body.

"I have an idea," she said. "Lay down on the sand. It'll be more comfortable for you."

"Will the director allow it?"

"If he wants a good fuck-scene, I'll give it to him. I really, really, really want the main part and the most screen time."

He nodded. "Okay, let's do it."

Jenny unwrapped her arms and legs, standing on her own two feet again. They quickly walked to the shore while the other women continued their mock sex sessions in the ocean waves.

The worst part was that the director thought Jenny had given up and was going to leave. The director gave her an incredulous look.

In response, she grabbed Robert by the shoulders and practically pushed him to the wet sand. Then she bent down to sit on her son's crotch, briefly giving him a clear view of her open pussy with her legs spread so wide.

"Does that hurt?" she asked.

"I'm fine. Go for it."

That was when Jenny got back into character and rocked her hips again, simulating sex with her son.

She took it further this time, since she no longer had to wrap her arms and legs around him anymore. This time, her limbs were free. As she gyrated, she ran her fingers through her hair and arched her head back, making it look as though she were insanely aroused.

All the while, she knew that the director and film crew were watching. God, what an unusual situation, she thought. If these people only knew. She wondered how they'd react if they found out she was doing this with her own son. The taboo of it made her heart pound and her pussy wet. This had never been a fantasy of hers, but she loved the forbidden secret aspect of it.

Rather than shunning these feelings, she embraced them. She embraced every aspect of the lust, forbiddenness, and dirtiness of it. Being a method actress has always been her trademark. She always gave it everything she had. And that was her excuse to accept these powerful feelings, even as her son was now hypnotized by her lust-filled facial expressions and tits swaying in the air.

This was method acting at its finest.

By the feel of things, she wasn't the only person excited by this. Robert's cock had turned fully erect. She could feel the stiffness as she grinded against it.

"It shouldn't be doing that," she said playfully, referring to Robert's cock as she continued to rock against him.

He countered, "You shouldn't be so hot either. I mean, those tits, mom..."

With Robert's eyes locked onto the hardened nipples, he reached up to pinch one of them to prove his point, that his mom was so very aroused. In response, Jenny swatted Robert's hand away.

"You can't touch them," she said, trying her best not to break character.

She continued gyrating hard in order to impress the director and producers. Getting the part wasn't enough anymore. She wanted the most screen time. The competitive nature in Jenny was coming out in full force.

"Can I touch them later?" he asked. "You said you'd owe me for this."

"Robert!" she hissed at him.

The audacity of her son, she thought. It took a lot of restraint to prevent herself from scolding him. The most important thing was that she maintained character.

It wouldn't be hard to do both, though. She could nail this audition and give her son the favor at the same time. So she bent downward, lifted Robert's neck, and planted a giant wet kiss on his lips. It was a hard kiss too. Their lips smacked tightly together. For good measure, and so he wouldn't be disappointed, she shoved her tongue inside and swapped saliva with him. She knew he enjoyed it when he tongue-kissed her back.

After a few seconds of that, she felt Robert's cock growing beneath her. They had crossed the line a long time ago, but this was pushing it to extremes, so she pulled her lips away and released the hold on her son, then gave him a subtle wink to avoid breaking character. It gave her a fun little thrill knowing that her kiss and naked body had given him this full-blown erection.

"Very beautiful job ladies," the French director said loudly, his accent as thick as ever. "We're almost down to the finalist. So far, Jenny, Margaret, and Christina are in the running for the lead tribal character. Show some passion ladies. Show some energy and be proud. You only live once!"

Her competitive nature went into overdrive. She looked at her son with fire in her eyes. As she gyrated harder, she felt herself grinding on her son's erection. Neither of them did anything to stop the fact that the grinding was causing Robert's swimming trunks to loosen, and the tip of his cock became exposed. Jenny felt her bare butt rubbing against the soft head of that hard cock.

When she looked down to take a peek, she suddenly felt overtaken by lust. Now she had a plan to quench her lust and be the star of the casting process at the same time. It would be crossing the line to the point of no return. Not only was she insanely stimulated, but this casting would also do wonders for her career. It was a potent combination. One that didn't allow her to think clearly.

"I need another favor," she whispered.

"What is it?"

"Never ask for this again. Okay?"

He looked puzzled, "What do you mean?"

Before he could receive clarity, Jenny reached down and slipped her hand underneath Robert's swimming trunks. The bare cock was easy to grab a hold of, and she pulled it out of the trunks so that it pointed upright. There was a bewildered look on Robert's face as his cock was freed. It was a look which Jenny found insanely attractive for some reason. Maybe because she knew that she was having a profound effect on him, and that he wanted to fuck his own mom because of it.

Jenny became even more amused when she lowered herself, allowing her son's cock to slide into her wet pussy. It made him gasp loudly, which gave Jenny a perverse sense of satisfaction.

"I told you that you'd have a great time," she winked.

His eyes went big. "Oh fuck, you're right..."

The feeling of the cock deep inside Jenny's pussy caused her back to arch upwards. It was the perfect remedy for her pent up arousal. This was method acting at its finest. The part called for blatant female arousal, so what better way to display that than actually have sex?

Jenny released a loud moan. Her eyes glanced at the director and producers as Robert thrust further into her. Not only were they watching her, but they were watching with the utmost attention. Her performance had them absolutely spellbound.

But she couldn't stare at them. No, she had a job to do. She needed to impress. And she was doing just that. It wasn't all acting though. She felt like she was on fire. The euphoria of being filled completely while mercilessly fucking her son gave her an insatiable feeling. With the ocean water still fresh on her naked body, the sun shining on her skin, her hair an utter mess, Jenny was a sight to behold as she rode her son's cock.

She tossed her hair in different directions with constant head motions. She had wild expressions on her face, which were fully authentic. There was nothing fake about this.

"Can I touch your tits now?" he begged as his naked mother fucked him. "I can't wait. Jeez, you look fucking irresistible."

Jenny responded by grabbing his hands and lifting them to her chest. When Robert pinched both of her hard nipples, her body had a visible reaction, briefly jerking for a moment before regaining her composure. Robert gave those big sensitive nipples exactly what they needed. The stimulation almost drove her over the edge.

"I need you to make me cum," she whispered, then moaning loud enough for the director to hear. "Buck your hips. Push upwards. Own my vagina."

There were two things on her mind. A much needed orgasm. And impressing the heck out of the director.

When Robert bucked his hips and thrusted upwards, Jenny knew that both things were going to happen. Her pussy clenched as she was being fucked back. Robert was doing a hell of a job pleasing her cunt. He was a stud. A part of her was actually beginning to feel guilty that this was happening. This pang of guilt came from the fact that she was using her son as a personal fuck toy. She knew she'd deeply regret this later, but she desperately wanted the role, plus it felt so good.

A trace of reluctance crossed her mind. A moment of clarity flashed and she considered pulling Robert's cock out of her vagina, ending the fuck session. But that moment of self-doubt passed when she looked Robert straight in the eyes, seeing the hunger he had for her, noting this stud of a son.

So she continued bucking her hips. Onward she went.

She tried hard to keep her mind focused. The purpose of this was the casting. She closed her eyes and let her son do the work this time. She let her son take charge of her pussy, owning it. Fucking her so that she could orgasm.

When a minor cramp hit the left side of Jenny's leg from holding this position for so long, she had to turn her body briefly to relieve it. She lifted herself and tilted her body to the side while the cock was still inside her. This temporary shift was solely to relieve the cramp, but Robert didn't get the memo, continuing to fuck his mother's cunt.

In doing so, he inadvertently found Jenny's g-spot, fucking it in just the right angle, causing her facial expressions to drop. She had turned stiff while tilted to the side, allowing her son to fuck her at that oh-so-perfect angle. Her eyes were now wide as saucers, her mouth open and her lips quivering. The orgasm was fast approaching thanks to this accidental maneuver.

"Oh yes," she whispered, lips quivering, careful not to break character. "A little harder..."

Instead, Robert went a lot harder, sending Jenny into a frenzy. The orgasm hit and she let herself relax. The feeling was tense and overwhelming. She felt the stimulation on every part of her body as her son was slamming his cock into her wet pussy.

"Oh god!!" she cried. "My pussy is killing me!"

Robert relentlessly fucked his mother. Jenny's face twisted in different shapes of pleasure: she could never totally banish the thought that this was brazenly taking place on the beach film set.

Her hands shook and her body trembled. Her pussy clenched hard. Her back arched and her toes curled. Her g-spot and mindset had more than enough stimulation to cum. The orgasm was massive and made her wish that she had been fucking her son all along. Never could she have imagined that this was the perfect fuck session for her; on the beach film set, with Robert of all people.

Trickles of fluids seeped from her cunt. She looked at her son with a 'sorry if my squirt grosses you out' kind of look, but based on Robert's expression, he clearly didn't mind his mother's cunt fluids.

When the orgasm subsided, Jenny did something uncharacteristic and broke character. Her face relaxed and she rested against her son's chest. All she could do was breathe heavily while Robert continued fucking her spent pussy.

"Annnd cut!!!" the director yelled. "Brilliant job all of you. Well done!"

The words brought her out of a daze. The casting process was complete, yet Robert was still raging hard and inside of her. There was no way she could let the film crew see Robert walking around with a stiff hard-on. That would be unprofessional.

So she clenched her pussy as tightly as possible. She brought her hips up and slowly lowered herself, fucking her son in the most torturously pleasurable way possible.

"Shit," he gasped, his eyes wide. "That almost feels painful."

She quickly thought of something seductive to say. "I know you've wanted this for a long time. I know you've fantasized about me."

It was all just an assumption. An educated assumption based on the way he'd been acting recently. At this point, she needed to get him to orgasm quickly, and she did that by stimulating him mentally. She also squeezed both of her breasts and pinched her nipples, right in front of Robert's face to tantalize him. By the looks of things, it appeared to be working and his facial expression seemed flustered.

She continued, "Now that you're inside me, I need you to cum. This is your golden opportunity to cum inside your mother. Your very own mother. Take advantage of this. Do it. Cum in my pussy."

Jenny clenched her pussy even tighter and rocked her hips fast in a circular motion, then back and forth; alternating between the two styles of fucking. It was an old trick she learned in college from a slutty roommate. The trick worked with every man, including her son.

She saw that those magical words had worked on Robert. He did, in fact, have a fantasy of fucking his own mom (something they'd need to have a serious conversation about later). And the trick with her pussy also seemed to work wonders. Robert's eyes were wide and his jaw dropped. His lips suddenly curled, giving the tell-tale sign.

Grunts and moans escaped Robert's lips as he shot loads of cum inside his mom's pussy. Jenny smiled, pleased at what she had just done to him. For some perverse reason, she enjoyed seeing him rage with pleasure in response to her pussy. It brought her a strange sense of joy.

"Oh my goodness," she gasped, a delighted expression on her face. "I can feel your cum inside me. You must have been pent up. Or maybe you really like me?"

She winked at Robert after teasing him, then quickly looked around and noticed that the other naked women had been glancing at them from the ocean, eying them with playfulness; glancing at them with curiosity and admiration. It was all fun for the other women. But for Jenny, it had become the real thing.

'If they only knew...' Jenny thought to herself, wondering how shocked the other actresses would be if they found out that she had screwed her son.

Jenny reached below and pulled the cum soaked flaccid cock out of her pussy, and tucked it back inside Robert's trunks. The fact that they actually had sex on the beach-- and everyone knew it --was embarrassing enough. There was no need to extend the humiliation by leaving his cum soaked cock out for everyone to see.

"We're done," she smiled at him. "Told you this would be fun. How do you feel? I bet you feel amazing."

"My shorts feel really uncomfortable with all that cum down there."

Jenny slapped his chest. "That's all you have to say for what I just did for you?"

"I'm only kidding," he said with charm. "You're the best, and this was an amazing experience."

"We need to have a long talk when we get back home. In the meantime, I could really use a shower to wash away the salt water, along with your cum inside me. Care to join me?"

It was more of an order than a question. Jenny got up and stood above her son, giving him a clear view of her soaked pussy. When she helped him get up, she led the way to the outdoor beach shower.

The other actresses approached Jenny and commended her for her bravery and fearlessness. The director did the same, seeming ecstatic in the process. By the sound of things, she had gotten the role she wanted. All the while, her son's cum seeped down her thighs with every step she took.

484 Claire Sucks Her Son's Cock

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A last minute cancellation of a client-meeting meant that Claire was able to head home early. She had already made plans with herself to lounge around by the pool and relax.

'This must be my lucky day,' she thought.

A car was parked in her driveway and she suddenly remembered that her son had invited a study partner from college. Once she parked, she got to the front door and heard her son blaring his new Depeche Mode album on the stereo as she entered.

'Well they obviously aren't studying anymore,' she said to herself.

The living room was down the hall and her son had no idea that she was home. She took off her shoes and as she walked towards the living room, she saw her son laying back against the couch with a young lady on her knees in front of him. The armrest and back of the couch blocked her view, but it was obvious that she was performing oral sex on him. It was at that moment which Claire took a step back and slipped her shoes back on so she wouldn't be seen.

"God that was amazing," he said to her. "You're the best."

The young lady got up and turned the music off so they could talk. As she stood by the stereo, she picked up a family picture sitting on a table and looked at it.

"Thanks," she replied. "Is this your mom? She's a real hottie."

"Yeah, she is," he replied while pulling up his pants.

Claire's heart started beating faster and her head was spinning. What started out as a great day turned quickly turned into an oddity. First she had walked in on her son receiving oral sex in their living room. And no less than a few seconds later, she heard her son agreeing that she was a 'hottie'.

The young lady continued, "The guys she works with must have a constant hard-on whenever they're near her. She's got that 'sexy soccer mom doctor' vibe going on which is really attractive."

"They probably do. I hate to say it, but while you were blowing me, I couldn't help but look at that picture and imagine that she was the person sucking me off."

"You ass!" the young lady replied, before playfully throwing a pillow at him. "I can't say I blame you though. If she was my mom, I guess I'd want her to eat my pussy as well."

"You should see her when she gets dressed up for an important event or some fancy party; she's stunning when she has that red hair tied up and she's wearing a nice outfit."

"Sounds like Freud was right about all his oedipal theories."

"Very funny," he said, trying his best to laugh it off.

She smiled at him, "Anyway, I had a great time and I told my parents I'd be home early to help make dinner."

Not wanting to get caught, Claire quietly took a step back and slightly closed the door and pretended to just open it as they came nearer, to look as if she had just innocently arrived home.

Claire entered the room and no one suspected a thing.

"Oh, hi there," the young lady said politely. "You must be Tom's mother. I'm Anne."

The two ladies shook hands and smiled.

"I'm Claire. It's very nice meeting you. Were you just leaving?"

She nodded, "Yeah, my parents are expecting me. You have a very beautiful home by the way. And you look great in that outfit."

"Well thank you," Claire replied proudly. "That's very nice of you to say."

Despite the pleasantries and flattering words, all Claire could think about was how Anne's lips and mouth had recently been wrapped around her son's penis, and how she presumably swallowed at the end. And of course she couldn't forget that Anne had called her a 'hottie' and said how she wouldn't mind if she 'ate her pussy'.

After Anne left, Claire and her son headed towards the kitchen for something to drink. There was a slight bit of awkward tension on Claire's part after having heard her son admit that he thought about her in an incestuous manner.

"Study partner huh?" Claire asked. "It's obvious that she really likes you."

He gushed, "We're not dating if that's what you're implying. We're in the same psychology class and the teacher paired us up to do a presentation."

"What's it about? I remember I used to be terrified about giving presentations in college. I used to be painfully shy and reserved back then. But looking back, I'm grateful for having to give all those talks because it helped make me the woman I am today. Good verbal communication is an important part of life."

"I agree wholeheartedly, mom. Trust me, I wouldn't be able to get any girls if I'm quiet all the time right? Apparently you have to talk to them first. And since you're wondering, we're presenting on some guy named Freud."

Claire raised an eyebrow, given the context of the situation. "It should be a good learning experience for you both."

"Yeah. Well, he's one of the founders of modern day psychology in terms of research methods and theories. Basically he's a smart dude."

"Learn anything interesting?"

He suddenly looked away and became coy. "All sorts of things. Like I said, smart dude. I hope you don't mind me cutting this conversation short, but I could really use a shower right about now."

"Don't worry about it. See you at dinner."

Claire knew the theory her son was researching for school, how young men (and sometimes young women) secretly wanted to bed and dominate their own mothers.

A moment of clarity came and she wondered how prevalent it was with her own son. She had already heard him say that he imagined that it was her performing oral sex on him, rather than his pretty young classmate that was his own age. A part of her was shocked and betrayed that he could think such lewd things. The other part of her was flattered that she could actually 'compete' for the sexual attention of a handsome young man his age.

It was late and she could barely concentrate anymore after such a long day. She turned off the lights, crawled underneath her blanket, rested her head on the pillow and fell fast asleep:

"So what were you and Anne doing just now before I arrived home?" she asked her son.

Claire stood in her living room with her hair tied in a neat ponytail, and she wore an elegant dress. Tom was in his normal t-shirt and shorts.

"I told you mom, we were studying together," he replied casually.

Her eyebrow lifted. "I saw what you two were doing. And I want you to know that I don't approve of it. I think it's disgusting, demeaning, and degrading towards women."

"Says who? Didn't you see how much she enjoyed it? I know I did. Deep down, you probably would too if you weren't so repressed. Come on, I'll show you."

"Gosh... Think about what you're saying Tom. I can't. I'm your mother. This is wrong. We can't..." she stammered nervously.

"No one will ever know. It's simple mom. I'll teach you..."

All it took was a simple placement of his hands on her shoulders for her to drop to her knees. He pulled his shorts down to reveal his youthful and healthy erection, and she wrapped her hands around the back of his thighs as if she were on autopilot. Tom's hands caressed her hair and they looked each other in the eyes.

"Come on mom, you know you want to. Deep down I know how curious you are."

Claire opened her mouth and she nervously leaned forward towards her son's erection.

Her eyes shot open and she was suddenly wide awake.

Her heart pounded and she tried to get a grip on reality. The images and feelings she conjured up in her own mind felt uncomfortably realistic. The absolute worst part for her was that she couldn't tell if she just had a nightmare or a wet dream. The stain in her panties suggested the latter.

The next morning, Claire headed to the medical center's park area at exactly 10 am. It was the exact time that her colleague, friend, and mentor took his morning break for tea. She bought herself a cup of coffee and when she saw Dr. Fitzgerald sitting alone on a bench, she went over to greet him.

When he saw her approach him, he got up to give her a big hug and an invitation to sit with him.

"It's so nice to see you Claire," he said happily. "It's been awhile since we've been able to sit down like this together even though we work in the same area."

She smiled, "I know, things have been hectic around here lately haven't they?"

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company? Anything new going on in your life?"

"Actually, there is," she said with a hint of shyness. "And this is something I can only talk with you about. Not only are you a close friend, but I also consider you a mentor and somewhat of a father figure."

"The first part was very nice of you to say," he replied with a smile. "But you're making me feel old with all that other talk. So what's this about?"

"Oral sex."

"Hmmm...finally an interesting conversation for a change."

He playfully and jokingly leaned forward and put his hand on his bearded chin to lighten the mood. It was a gesture which helped put Claire at ease, and she appreciated it. He asked her to proceed, and so she did.

She took a deep breath, "As you know, my parents had always pushed me to be an overachiever growing up. They pushed me to excel in school, and to work hard at anything which would contribute to my academic success. And that included staying far away from boys because they thought it was a distraction, and especially far away from sex because an early pregnancy would have been devastating to them, and me obviously. Long story short, when I was around 18, I became close with my neighbor from across the street. We were classmates and the same age. We eventually experimented with sex a few times before we both left for college. He was my first. One day he was over at my place because he had accidentally locked himself out of his house, one thing led to another, and I ended up giving him oral sex for the very first time. To our unfortunate surprise, my mother had arrived home through the front door and caught us in the middle of the act."

"That must have been a horrific and mortifying experience at that age," he commented. "Especially when you're new to sex and having such strict parents."

"You have no idea. Let's just say that it was difficult for me and him to be friends after that. My mother really let us have it, and after that day I was constantly lectured on how oral sex was disgusting and degrading towards women who do it. She was a strong feminist, and she raised me with the same ideals. So obviously that particular sex act was out of the question in our household. In hindsight, I'm sure my father was never too thrilled about that aspect despite being so conservative about sex himself. And as a result, I've had issues doing it ever since."

"That's not at all surprising," he said with a nod. "What happens in our early life and with our upbringing often shapes who are as adults- especially from traumatic events. Sometimes we develop anxiety to certain things, like a phobia, or sometimes we become drawn to it out of curiosity. Are you with a partner at the moment? Are you asking me for advice on how to get over this?"

"That's sort of the case. But I actually haven't gotten to the main point yet."

"Then what is the main point?"

"It has to do with someone I'm close with," she replied with her nerves building. "He's someone I deeply care for and love unconditionally. It has nothing to do with jealousy, but I saw him on the receiving end of an oral encounter. And then I heard him admitting to thinking about me while he was receiving it. In other words, he imagined that I was going down on him when he already had a beautiful young woman. Keep in mind that this is a person that I love but could NEVER be with under any circumstance. But late that night, while I was asleep, I had an adult dream that I was actually about to orally service him, and when I woke up, I was pretty freaked out to say the least."

His phone made a beeping noise and he looked down to read the message.

"Claire, I know this is a horrible thing to do in the middle of this conversation, but I have something that needs to be taken care of. Can we continue this another time?"

"Of course Doc," she replied graciously. "You're a very busy man and saving lives takes a heck of a lot more priority over my personal drama."

He stood up and patted her on the shoulder. "If you want my advice, he sounds like a married man, and if that's the case, then you should just leave this alone. But if I'm wrong, and he's not officially committed to anyone, then I recommend that you talk to him about your feelings. See where it goes and how you feel about it afterwards. Dreams often times represent our most carnal needs and desires. You've been repressed for way too long, and you're in your prime. Besides, you're a very special woman and I'm sure he would appreciate your candor regardless of what your relationship with him is. Once you get to the truth, I'm sure you'll know how to resolve whatever is bothering you."

"You know what, you may be right about that. I'll never be able to fully resolve this issue without getting to the bottom of it. Thanks Doc. I knew I came to the right person."

He smiled, "I'm always happy to oblige."

That night, Claire made her son's favorite dish for dinner- chicken parmesan, pasta, and a side of fresh salad. They had dinner that night as if nothing was out of the ordinary; as if she had never caught him at the end of a sex act which changed everything for her. It was a fact she couldn't let go of.

"Once again, this is absolutely delicious," he said emphatically for the fourth time. "You're such a great cook mom. The world needs more women like you."

"Thank you. We've all got to eat right? I just try a little harder, that's all. That's my secret."

"Well I wish you'd teach that to more people. My ex-girlfriend tried cooking for me once and it tasted a horse's ass- not that I've ever tasted that. I think I even got sick afterwards."

She gave him a playful look. "Speaking of which, are you and Anne really just study partners? The way you two smile at each other isn't the kind of look which ordinary classmates normally share."

"What, two people working on an important school project aren't allowed to smile when they finish working? What's the world coming to if you can't do that anymore?"

"Relax, you're not on the hot seat here. I'm just saying, she's a beautiful young woman, obviously very nice, and you're a handsome young man. I'm just making a comment."

"Fine," he sighed. "She's a really cute girl. I like her. But we aren't dating. Like I said, we're working on a report together."

She nodded. "Right, I remember- Freud. What do you think about him?"

"Hmmm... Something's definitely going on here," he said with a skeptical look. "First you cook my favorite meal in the middle of a weekday when you're the busiest, and now you're asking me about my relationship status with Anne and my thoughts on psychology. No offense, but is there a female version of a mid-life crisis that I don't know about?"

"I'm perfectly fine. And I'm also your mother, which means it's my job to be interested in your personal life."

"And I appreciate that. You've always been a great mother. But it just seems like you've got something up your sleeve."

She took a deep breath, "Okay, I'm sorry if this dinner is starting to come across as an interrogation. I honestly wanted us to have a nice evening together. But I have something on my mind which I have no idea how to approach with you."

"I think I know what this is about," he said seriously. "Does this have to do with me graduating from college soon and potentially moving out? Mom, if you're worried about living alone, it's okay, I don't mind staying with you a little longer. Seriously, you're a great cook and I enjoy your company the way you enjoy mine. It won't bother me at all if you want me to continue living at home rent free. It might even be for the best."

"Is that what you think?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.

"That's not what you were going to say?"

She smiled, "Nice try, but it's not that. Look, I'll just be blunt about this: Yesterday afternoon, I came home and saw what you and Anne were doing together. I also heard everything that you two said about me, you know...me using my mouth on you, her wanting me to 'eat her pussy'. All of it."

He froze in time and it looked as though he just saw a ghost in the house.

"Tom, are you there?" she jokingly asked. "Say something?"

"I...I don't know what to say. God, this might be the most humiliating moment of my life..."

Claire reached out and patted her son's hand. "I don't want you to feel that way. I'm not mad or upset. But can you blame me for being the least bit shocked about what I heard you say?"

"No, I guess not," he replied.

"Did you really mean what you said about me?"

He looked down at the table. "Yeah, I guess there's no point in denying it."

"Gosh, what on Earth were you thinking imagining that it was me of all people doing something so dirty to you. I'm not that kind of woman. And I don't have to remind you that I'm your mother. I gave birth to you and raised you your entire life."

"I thought you said you weren't mad?"

"I'm not," she sighed. "Well, I still don't know how to feel or how to cope with any of this. Can you at least explain to me why you thought of me going down on you while Anne was doing it?"

He took a deep breath. "I don't know. I've always thought you were a cool mom, but I honestly didn't start thinking about you like that until the past few months when you started going swimming in the backyard pool again. I could see you clearly from my bedroom window. That's how it started."

Claire was taken aback by her son's words of candor and honesty. What surprised her even more was that she felt a slight tingling sensation between her legs.

"Oh...I had no idea that going swimming again would have made such a big deal or else I would have just stuck with running."

"I couldn't help it," he replied.

She felt her heart rate rising. "You also mentioned something about the way I look in a dress with my hair tied back. Have you always felt that way whenever I dress up? Or did that start after you began watching me in the pool?"

"Okay, now you're just torturing me for your own personal amusement aren't you? God, I never should have admitted this to Anne in the first place."

"I'll tell you what, if we get to the bottom of this tonight, truthfully and honestly, then maybe I'll give you a special treat before bed. No one has to know about this. It's purely for my own curiosity."

He gave her a skeptical look. "A special treat huh? How do I know you aren't going to just scoop me a bowl of ice cream after I embarrass myself some more?"

"Wait here a second," she smiled. "I'll be back in a minute or two. Don't move a muscle."

Tom waited as patiently as he could, and after a couple long minutes had passed, his mother came back down the stairs in a new outfit and stood in front of him by the dining table.

Gone was her casual evening attire. Instead, she wore a long silk blouse with just her bare feet showing.

"I'm back," she said. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long, but I had a little trouble deciding what to wear. And as a disclaimer, I'm not naked underneath, so you can forget about seeing the goods if that's what you were thinking."

"I actually don't know what to think right now. Care to fill me in on what's going on?"

"Answer the question first: You mentioned something about me dressing up for important events, when did start noticing me like that? Was it after you started watching me in the pool?"

He gulped, "Yes, it was after. I've always thought you were really beautiful, but after I watched you swim in the pool and saw your body, I started looking at you differently. When you would wear one of those expensive dresses to go out to a fancy late night event, it was hard to look at you the same way. You looked even more stunning on those nights."

Claire took a step back and scooted her chair out, and put her foot on the seat's cushion. Her feet, calves, and her toned thighs, were on full display through her open robe. Her crotch and the rest of her body was still covered.

"I'm wearing my bathing suit underneath," she said casually. "The more honest you are, the more you get to see."

"God, I can't believe this is actually happening."

"Do you think I can believe this either?" she asked. "Trust me, I'm feeling the same crazy emotions you are. But since it's the quickest way to get the truth out of you, then why not have fun with it? So, how many times did you think of me while you were with Anne? And how long has that been going on?"

He stammered, "Well...uh...we've only been doing stuff for about a month. But I've imagined it was you when we did it in our living room, which is about three times now."

A sudden rush of moisture filled her vagina.

"Have you thought about me while you were alone? You know, have you touched yourself?"

She pulled the other half of her lower robe to reveal both legs to her son.

"It...uh...yeah...I've masturbated a few times thinking about you...or watching you in the pool..."

Claire's eyes lit up and she felt a sensation between her legs which she hadn't felt in long time.

"So you've masturbated thinking about me and watching me swim?" she asked rhetorically. "Doesn't that bother you? I gave birth to you. I raised you. I've taken care of you all your life."

"I'm sorry mom," he replied as he squirmed in his seat.

She opened her robe fully and his eyes widened with pleasure. Her scantily clad body was on full display in front of him, with her silk robe wrapped around her forearms.

"I expect a complete answer."

"Well...truthfully, it felt weird at first. But after a while I didn't mind. I could understand how this would bother you so much, but you've become my ideal woman."

She immediately closed her robe and bent down to give him a kiss on the cheek. "You see, that wasn't so difficult, was it?"

It was another long night for Claire as she got ready for bed. Everything was going so well in her life until the day she came home early and heard something which she shouldn't have. She tried to make sense of everything but couldn't. The more she learned, the more conflicted she felt. Most of all, she couldn't believe how strangely aroused she had become lately. It felt as though she found the missing piece of the puzzle in her sorely neglected sex life, although she could never bring herself to accept it.

After she turned off the lights, she tucked herself underneath her blanket and went straight to sleep:

"There's something that I need to get off my chest," Claire said to her son.

They were having dinner at home together and she wore her finest dress, her nicest jewelry, and her makeup and hair were done to perfection.

"Sure, what's up mom?" he casually replied.

Claire took a deep breath. "It's about the other day when Anne was here. I saw what you two were doing, and I also heard everything you two said about me."

"Are you mad?"

"No, I'm not mad...it's just...what on Earth were you thinking imagining that it was me of all people doing something so dirty to you. I'm your mother..."

He smiled, "I know. That's what makes it so hot."

"Excuse me? Did I just hear that right?"

"You did," he replied as if nothing was out of the ordinary. "And it's your fault for swimming like that in the pool when you knew that I could see you from my room if I wanted to. I started masturbating watching you. And I've thought about you ever since. And when Anne would suck my cock, I imagined it was you because you're so much hotter than she is."

"How can you say such a thing? I'm your mother. I would never..."

He stood up in front of her while she sat, and his crotch was near her face.

"Aren't you the least bit curious mom? I know you've been dreaming about this. You're so bad. And I know you want to suck my cock now. Come on, take it out, it'll be fun. No one will ever know."

She brought her trembling hands to his shorts and freed his manhood. It was rock hard and waved right in front of her face as it was released. She grabbed it tightly and leaned forward to begin sucking on it.

Her eyes shot open and she was suddenly wide awake.

Powerful impulses took control and she shoved her hand underneath her nightgown and panties, and began to finger to dripping wet vagina. She became even wetter with every touch and with every thought. She let her vivid imagination run wild with images of that incestuous dream. She kept on imagining that she was in the kitchen sucking off her son's raging hard-on with lust and zeal.

For that moment in time, she didn't care how 'wrong' it was or how depraved it seemed. All she cared about was how good it felt. No one would ever know about her filthy thoughts, it was her dirty little secret.

After several more minutes, her toes curled, her back arched, her muscles contracted, and she came before going completely limp.

She pulled her hand out of her panties when it was over, and in the moonlit darkness of her room, she was able to see the wet fluids glisten throughout her fingers.

'What have I done?' she thought to herself.

The next morning, Claire went to the same outdoor area to meet her old friend and mentor. He smiled when he saw her and gave her another warm welcome.

"Well you certainly look happy," he stated. "I take it you've followed my advice. It looks as though a weight has been lifted from your shoulders."

"You could say that. I talked with him about some personal things. He admitted all of his fantasies about me, and I sort of put on a little show for him in exchange. The only real downside was that I had another dream about him- the dirty kind."

"Hmm...Sounds like an interesting experience for the both of you. But I still don't understand how he could make those confessions after you've given him 'a little show', and it hasn't yet led to an erotic encounter between you two."

"That's the thing," she said before taking a deep breath. "I haven't been fully upfront with you about who he is. He's not a married man, or a colleague, or anything remotely close to those lines... He's my own son."

He put his hand on his chin during his epiphany. "Oh, well that changes everything Claire. It all makes sense now."

"What do you mean?"

Dr. Fitzgerald paused for a moment to collect his thoughts. "You see, opposites attract and people want what they can't have. Just look at the most popular forms of pornography; interracial sex, a younger man with an older woman, a proper housewife who's promiscuous, and so forth. The same is true with incest. It's just not as widely discussed because there is an added layer of social boundaries attached to it. With that said, I think you're a perfectly normal warm blooded woman with needs like everyone else."

"But don't you find this whole thing the least bit strange? I mean, my son can have any college girl he wants, yet he's thinking about me of all people. And for god's sake, I just had another wet dream about him last night. This time, I didn't just lie in bed reflecting on why it happened, I actually followed through and finished the job. And it was the best orgasm I had in many many years. God, what's wrong with me?!"

"Claire, there's absolutely nothing wrong with what you're feeling," he said in a comforting and reassuring tone. "Not many people can experience the true sense of respect, consideration, passion, raw sexual desire, fulfillment and love, that only a mother and son can share. Believe me. Your maternal instincts are telling you something."

"You speak as though you know it from your own experience," she replied.

He nodded. "It lasted for several years. I had a romantic relationship with my mother when I was a young adult, and it was the most moving experience of my life. She's the one who inspired me to become a doctor in the first place. I owe it all to her. All the gratitude I get for saving lives should all be directed towards her as far as I'm concerned."

"It's funny you say that," she said with a smile. "Tom once told me that I was the person who inspired him to be a psychology major so that he could help others the way I do."

"Mothers are important figures in our lives, whether men realize it or not. And from this point, I think you know what to do. I'll be attending an important medical convention; I leave tonight and I'll return next week. I fully expect to hear some good news from you when I get back."

She flashed him a mischievous look. "You think I know what to do huh? If only it were that simple. And to think, I was expecting a more measured and clinic approach to all this rather than to screw my own son."

"You know what the best cure for curiosity is? Experiencing it. If neither of you experience this, he'll spend the rest of his life with other women imagining it was you, and you'll always be curious of what's been ingrained in your mind as 'disgusting and degrading'. You know I'm right."

"As much as it hurts to agree with you this time, I might not have a choice. I don't have a rebuttal to what you just said."

Dr Fitzgerald patted her on the shoulder before standing up to leave. "Face it Claire, you're overworked, overstressed, and if I may be straight forward, you need to get laid. And who better than your own son? You two live together, you two love each other, and most importantly, he'll never leave you with a broken heart the way other men would. Think about it."

"Is that a doctor's order?" she asked playfully.

"It's advice from a friend."

The car ride home that afternoon was filled with nervousness and tension for Claire.

All she could think about were the words of Dr. Fitzgerald. Their conversation replayed in her mind over and over again. It left her with more questions than answers. But deep down, she knew he was right. She knew she would spend the rest of her life being curious of her most pleasurable newfound sexual fantasy. And she knew that her son would always feel the same way.

When she pulled into the driveway, she entered her home to the sight of Tom in the kitchen after finishing a mid-afternoon snack. It was painfully obvious that the feelings of teasing and arousal still lingered between them from the night before.

"Oh...hey mom," he said awkwardly. "How was your day?"

"It was kind of interesting. Well, to be perfectly honest, I couldn't stop thinking about our conversation from last night."

"Neither could I."

She smiled, "You know, you were never very good at hiding your emotions. The way you just said that was pretty suggestive."

"Really? And what was I being suggestive about?"

"That you masturbated as soon as you went back to your room. Didn't you?"

He gave a slightly embarrassed look. "Can you blame me? You put on one heck of a show the way you flashed yourself. Mom or not, you have a seriously smoking hot body on you."

"I guess I have to take full responsibility for your actions then," she conceded. "But hey, I needed to get to the truth somehow and that was the easiest way. Speaking of which, are you interested in another round of questioning? There's something that's been bugging me all day and I have one more question I need to ask."

"Only if it's a repeat of last night," he requested playfully.

"Are you really going to make me do that again?"

"Why not? We both enjoyed it didn't we?"

"I was the one doing all the work," she replied before pausing to think. "Fine. Wait in the living room and I'll be down in about five minutes."

Claire went up to her bedroom, stripped off her clothes, and went straight to work. She sat naked in front of her bedroom dresser and applied an extra layer of makeup. The rest of her plan was simple: Tie her red hair back and put on her favorite sleeveless party dress.

As she did that, all she could think about were the words of Dr. Fitzgerald:

"Not many people can experience the true sense of respect, consideration, passion, raw sexual desire, fulfillment and love, that only a mother and son can share."

"If neither of you experience this, he'll spend the rest of his life with other women imagining it was you, and you'll always be curious of what's been ingrained in your mind as 'disgusting and degrading'..."

"Face it Claire, you're overworked, overstressed, and if I may be straight forward, you need to get laid. And who better than your own son?"

Once she was satisfied with her facial appearance, she picked up her dress from the closet hanger and stood in front of her full length mirror. She examined her naked body for a few moments before slipping on a dress, and adjusting it for a perfect fit.

"Wow...jeez...you look gorgeous mom," he said in a gushing tone as she stepped in the living room. "You look like an actress who plays a doctor on tv. Seriously."

"I was actually going for the 'sexy soccer mom doctor' look which Anne pointed out. But thanks. That's very flattering of you to say."

Claire sat down on the couch next her son, sitting upright in a ladylike manner, with her back straight and her hands on her lap. She looked as proper elegant as she could possibly be.

"So what was your question?" Tom asked.

She took a deep breath. "When you were thinking about me while you received oral sex, how did it feel? The same? Or was it better? I know it's a silly question, but I've been thinking about it a lot for the past several hours."

"Really?"

"Yes, really," she confirmed.

"Being perfectly honest here, I thought it felt a lot better imagining that it was you doing it. I don't know why, it's hard to explain. It was the added taboo I guess. You wouldn't understand."

"Actually, I might have an idea of what you've been going through these past few months," Claire said openly.

"Really? How so?"

She took another deep breath. "The day that I learned of your incestuous fantasies for me, I had the strangest dream that night where I confronted you about it and you enticed me to give you oral sex. The following night after I let you see me in my bathing suit, I had a similar dream, but it was much more intense, and much more real. I woke up and I couldn't fight those feelings anymore. I'm almost ashamed to say that I can't remember the last time I felt an urge so strong and had an orgasm so powerful."

"Well that makes two of us then. I was the same way when I first started thinking about you. It made me uncomfortable at first, but I grew to accept it."

"Trust me, this situation is a lot more difficult for me to accept," she replied. "My parents were strict when it came to sex. And unlike your generation, I was raised with a much different attitude towards something like oral sex. I would even say that I developed an aversion to it since I was young. And the thought of actually doing it so brazenly to my son of all people just sends a shiver down my spine."

"Well it's not like they're ever going to find out about our fantasies or any of this," he said with a suggestive grin.

"Why do I get the feeling that you have something particularly dirty in mind?"

He shrugged and gave her an innocent look. "I'm just saying...They won't know about this so you've got nothing to be ashamed of. No one would know. It'll just be our little secret."

She paused a moment and gave a playful smile. "I've been talking with a friend of mine lately, a mentor, and he's suggested some pretty unconventional solutions to our little dilemma."

"I don't know who he is, but I like him already."

"I'm sure you might feel that way because he's someone who's had an incestuous relationship with his own mother, and he's recommended that we do the same thing- you know, to get rid of the curiosity to get it out of our systems, that sort of thing."

The sexual tension in the room became unmistakable and both of them were starting to become aroused.

"Mom, are you...did you just...did I hear that right?" he asked in a state of utter disbelief.

"At this point, I might be crazy enough to do it. He's made a strong case to me and I've been wrestling with that idea all day. This conversation may have tipped that balance. Basically, you get to live out your secret fantasy, and I get to live out mine. What do you say?"

"Are you suggesting that it would be okay if we did sexual stuff together?"

She nodded. "Our relationship would be the same for the most part. I'll still be your mother and the head of this household, and you'll still be my son. The only real difference would be that we would be sexually open with each other during the right moments. And if I'm crossing the line and you don't want this to become a reality, then tell me. We can try our best to pretend that this conversation never happened. But if you agree, we can work out the ground rules later."

"I definitely wasn't expecting to hear that. This is like a dream come true. And if you don't mind, I'd like to make the first rule."

"Which is?"

"That I get to be in charge of what we do together," he stated playfully, yet boldly. "You don't have to be a rocket scientist or a psychologist to figure out that you're looking for a complete role reversal. It's pretty obvious. You're the type of woman who's basically in charge all the time and is secretly looking to give up control in the bedroom. Lots of prominent older women are like that."

Her eyebrows raised and she gave her son a stern motherly look. "So what you're saying is, you want me to be sexually submissive to you."

"Well, isn't that what you want? It sure sounded like it based on the brief description of your naughty dream. It's a common thing where good girls and proper women like to be called 'slut' or 'whore' during sex because it's a real thrill for them. Trust me, I know."

Claire nudged a little closer to her son on the couch, and they were almost face to face.

"Some of that might be true," she said with a smile. "But drop the 'slut' and 'whore' stuff, that's not my fantasy. I'm a lady and I like being treated like one. As for the submissive part, I don't know, I've never done anything like that before. But I'm persuadable."

"Give me a kiss. How's that for starters?"

She leaned forward and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. It was the kind of kiss that was maternal and normally placed on his forehead or cheeks.

"Is that what you wanted?" she asked teasingly.

"It is. But don't kiss me like I'm your son, kiss me like you're a woman who's about to get fucked."

She leaned forward again and gave him an even stronger kiss. A burning sensation grew between her legs and she stuck her tongue in her son's mouth. Their kiss became wet and passionate.

"How about now?" she asked giving a few more kisses on his lips.

"Would it be cliche if I said you were a great kisser?"

"Maybe. I get that compliment a lot."

"That's because it's true," he replied. "It makes me wonder what else you can do with your mouth."

A feeling of realization came over her, and she knew it was finally about to happen.

Claire took a deep breath. "All you have to do is say the words and all this wondering and fantasizing will become a reality. Tell me what you want me to do."

He looked her deep in the eyes. "I want you to get on your knees and pull my shorts down."

Claire maintained her lady-like form and got down on her knees in between her son's legs. Her back was straight and her chin was still held high. She continued with the rest of her orders and pulled his shorts and underwear down. He was now completely bottomless.

"You've become quite the young man," she said, looking at his manhood. "You stack up fairly well with all the other men I've been with in my life, and that includes your father."

His penis became erect, and she used both hands to massage it.

"I'm glad you approve. God, your hands feel good mom."

Her eyebrow rose as she continued the massage. "It feels kind of awkward hearing you call me 'mom' when I'm in the middle of giving you a handjob."

"Do you like it?" he asked.

"I'm still doing it, aren't I?"

"Perfect. Now let's see if we can give you something else to do besides use your hands. Lean down and give it a kiss, right on the head."

Fluids coated her vagina as she pressed her lips onto her son's penis. It didn't feel as degrading as she expected. Instead, it made her more aroused.

"That's it...now kiss the shaft...top to bottom," he ordered.

Claire's lips made their way across the hard shaft of his penis. She was shy about it at first, but went faster as her confidence rose, leaving traces of saliva marks across his hard-on.

"Are you enjoying yourself so far?" he asked.

"Mmm hmmm..." she replied in between kisses. "It's an interesting feeling, your hard cock against my lips. Yet your skin is so soft. I'm enjoying it."

"Put it in your mouth now. Start sucking. Do it the way Anne did it."

Claire's heart pounded and she was ready to break the taboo of giving her son oral sex. Instead of taking her time to relish the moment, she dove right in and took the whole thing in her mouth and began to suck. It felt new and exciting, and everything she dreamt it would be. She sucked as hard as she could and slowly began to bob her head up and down. The thought of competing with Anne, a beautiful young college student half her age, only added fuel to the fire. She was now competing for her son's sexual attention.

Her confidence at oral sex grew and she looked him straight in the eyes as she gave him the cock-sucking of his life. Seeing his jaw drop and his eyes expressing disbelief only made her suck harder and take him deeper to the top of her throat. She couldn't see herself, but she knew it was a sight for him to behold; his prim proper, highly educated mother, with her cheeks caved in with his cock inside. It was a sight for any man to behold.

"Oh my god...I'm about to blow a serious load in your mouth if you keep this up..." he panted.

"Is that what you want?" she asked, making a loud 'plop' noise when she lifted her head to talk. "Or is there anything else you want me to do?"

"I'd love to have you on my lap. I've fantasized about that position with you so many times."

"Then sex it is," she smiled.

She stood up, lifted the bottom of her dress, and climbed onto her son's lap. Her legs were spread and she used her fingers to further open her labia, so that the head of her son's throbbing cock could easily make its way inside. The two of them were close enough so that they could feel each other's breath, and her vagina moistened with even more fluids as he entered her. She lowered herself further and his cock fully penetrated her body.

"That's it mom...start rocking your hips...back and forth...do it slow..."

Claire felt compelled by her son's words and did everything she was asked to do. Her hands rested on his shoulders and she began to slowly move her hips in a rocking manner. She even clenched her vaginal muscles tightly to enhance both of their sexual enjoyment in their first incestuous coupling. Rhythmic slapping noises from her rear end hitting his thighs filled the room as they fucked passionately for several minutes.

"Holy shit...Okay, now I'm about to blow..."

"It's okay to finish inside me...ohhhh..." she moaned.

He suddenly put his hands on her hips to pause her motion. "Wait, stop. Get down on your knees. I have a better idea."

She got back down on her knees and Tom stood in front of her. Claire knew full well what was expected of her as she was kneeling down in front of him. She took his saliva covered cock in her hand, which was now coated with her vaginal fluids, and stroked it. His hands rubbed her hair as he looked on.

"You can be a little more aggressive with me," she said in a sexually depraved voice. "I don't mind."

Tom took his mother's words to heart and rubbed her hair with even more strength. He pulled her head forward, and without missing a beat, she took the wet cock in her mouth and began to suck and stroke at the same time.

"Play with yourself while you suck my cock," he said. "I want to watch you orgasm."

"Mmm Hmm..."

Claire fondled her pussy while she had a mouthful of hard cock. Her pussy was dripping wet and her fingers were instantly messy. She rubbed herself furiously and messily. After having been fucked, and experiencing the taboo of sucking off her son's manhood, approaching orgasm was easy.

She moaned loudly, not letting the cock escape from her lips. While she kept on sucking, and her head was still bobbing, her body quivered and she came. It felt like the perfect storm and she knew that Tom was getting a serious show.

"Oh fuck," he groaned. "Shit...mom!!"

He was on the verge of an intense orgasm of his own, so Claire did the motherly thing and pushed her own post-orgasmic feelings aside, focusing on her son's need instead. She stroked him fast with the same hand that was covered in her pussy juice. Then he came.

Spurt after spurt of his cum shot to the back of her throat, forcing her to swallow or else she would gag. She looked up at her son and loved seeing the intense pleasure that she was giving him written all over his face. And she didn't stop sexually pleasuring him until he was completely drained and his raging hard cock turned flaccid.

"Oh my god," he gasped before collapsing back onto the couch. "That was fucking amazing mom. I wasn't expecting anything like that."

She got up and sat on his lap, and they were practically face to face while catching their breaths. Their eyes were locked and she finished licking her lips clean of fresh, warm cum.

"I wasn't expecting anything like that either," she replied with a smile.

"So how did you like it? The whole thing I mean; giving a guy oral sex, us fucking, everything."

"It hasn't fully sunk in yet to be honest," she said in a moment of self-reflection. "Well, my mouth is covered in your cum and my vagina just got a nice workout- that part has sunk in. But I still need time to think about the rest."

They both started laughing at their light hearted moment.

"I guess I feel the same way. Doing this stuff with your own mother isn't exactly an everyday occurrence, but I'm glad it happened. I don't care what anyone else thinks, you're the perfect woman for me, even if you're my mom."

"Thank you," she replied with an endearing look. "To be honest, I enjoyed every second of this. Using my mouth on you and us having sex was incredibly more intense than any wet dream. It doesn't even compare."

"I agree. I've never felt anything like that before," he replied.

Her eyebrow rose. "Are you saying the blowjob I just gave you was better than Anne's?"

"You sound a little jealous there. But yes, you're a lot better than she is. You're a natural. And I sure hope that you keep your word about this whole sexually submissive thing, because I'll be sure to put your mouth and cunt to good use, especially your mouth. I don't want to sound crude or anything, but you're a great cocksucker, mom."

She smiled, "That's kind of an odd comment to receive from my own son, but thanks. As for me being sexually submissive to you, why not? Dreams represent our inner most desires don't they? So who am I to argue with what my heart wants?"

And that was something they both could agree on.

485 Crowded Places with Mom

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The tourists on the tropical island were in a frenzy when their cruise ship was put out of commission and was being sterilized. Several passengers had been placed under quarantine. American military ships had arrived for an evacuation.

Now Jennifer was being told that her son could face a temporary quarantine. All because her son coughed! Just once!

Sure, they could have waited for the next evacuation, but there were two significant factors at play:

1) Jennifer played the lead clarinet as part of the Chicago orchestra. Soon she'd be in the midst of non-stop rehearsals and a booked series of performances. She had to return home or else there was the possibility that she could be replaced from her dream job.

2) Her son Dylan was on Spring break from college and it was his final semester. Dylan was taking important math courses and his attendance was crucial to pass and get his degree. This trip was partially an early reward for his hard work.

Now here they were, instead of having a leisurely trip home after an amazing tropical vacation, they were miserable, stuck in a terminal building. They were still dressed in small tshirts, shorts, and had flip flops on their feet.

Hundreds of passengers waited in several long lines to get through security screenings from the local customs agents to reach the American military ships.

"I honestly don't understand," Jennifer pleaded with an agent. "All my son did was cough. According to all the public information, one cough isn't enough to raise suspicion. It's absurd."

The two men seemed ill-equipped to deal with biological threats. They were used to checking for contraband and making sure that paperwork and passports were correct. But not this.

"Ma'am, we heard a cough," the agent said. "You are free to return home to America, but Dylan must go to the medical tent."

Jennifer scoffed. "I'm certainly not leaving without my son. Please, I'm begging you. Review the advisory warnings."

The men looked at each other, confused.

"Ma'am, will you step aside and wait for the doctor? The lines are long. Thank you. We appreciate your patients."

Following orders, Jennifer and her son stepped aside while those agents tended to other vacationers. There must have been at least 400 people in the terminal building.

"Oh god," Dylan sighed, utterly depressed. "I'm so sorry, mom. Those chili peppers at lunch really messed me up."

Although Jennifer's taste buds were built for spicy foods, her son's weren't. She couldn't be upset with her son over this. After all, it was her fault for insisting that her son try some of the local favorites, knowing they were extremely spicy.

Jennifer shook her head. "Don't be sorry. This is ridiculous. I'm sure that once we speak to the doctor, things will be sorted out."

"You think so? Everything seems chaotic."

She looked at the desperation in her son's eyes. As much as she worried about her vital role in the orchestra, she was even more worried about her son's well-being. She could hardly stand to imagine Dylan being placed under quarantine in a foreign country.

"We'll be okay," she said, rubbing her son's shoulder. "I promise we'll be on the next ship out of here."

A local doctor wearing a lab coat and face mask approached them, along with the same two customs agents. The doctor held a phone in his hand and looked mildly uncertain about what he was doing.

"Are you the person who coughed?" the masked doctor asked Dylan. "Just one cough, correct?"

Dylan nodded emphatically. "That's right, just once because of something I ate for lunch. It's nothing. It stopped already."

"It's true," Jennifer chimed in. "It's actually my fault. My son doesn't have a tolerance for spicy food, which I encouraged him to eat today."

"Are you a medical expert?" the masked doctor asked.

"Well, no. I'm not. It's something I read on official press releases."

How she wished she currently had a wifi connection on her phone so that she could show the doctor what she had recently read online. Surely that would clear things up and they'd be excused.

"Ma'am, please follow me and we will attempt to resolve the situation."

They followed the men to a side office in the terminal. The room was small with glass walls. There were posters and different instructionals taped on the glass, which did very little to keep people from looking inside.

It wasn't even soundproof either. They could still hear all the loud commotion going on inside the terminal.

"We need a sample," the doctor asked, making strange, open and close gestures with his hand.

Dylan asked, "What do you mean?"

"A sample, a sample. Cum sample."

This time, the local doctor was more blatant, pointing directly at Dylan's crotch, before making the open and close hand gesture a few more times.

"Are you kidding?" Jennifer asked, doing her best to be polite in this crazy situation. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Look here."

The doctor showed them the phone which had a website on the screen. In plain English was the following note; --The first sign of an infected male is a yellow consistency to his semen. White semen is a sign of good health.

Below that were two pictures of male semen. One was slightly yellow, indicating an infected male. And the other was perfectly white, showing a healthy, non-infected male.

Jennifer had never been so confused. Before this trip, and while staying at the beachside hotel, she had studied all of the contemporary information on the virus. She knew the ins and outs of how it spread and what the early signs were.

But she had never seen this before.

"Wait a minute, can I see that?" Jennifer inquired.

The doctor pulled his phone away. "This is government property. I cannot let you touch this phone."

"What website is that? I mean, are you sure that's for the virus that's going around?"

"Ma'am, you are not a medical expert. The website is clear. All we need is a white colored sperm sample and that will be the end."

"And if he doesn't comply?"

"Then this young man will be placed under quarantine until he is cleared after a few days. In the meantime, you are free to leave, since you are not a suspect."

Jennifer turned to her son in horror, and she saw the same reaction on her son's face. This was a nightmare. Plain and simple. It was one of the worst fears for any traveler going abroad and it would upend their lives if they weren't able to leave on schedule.

"What do you think?" she asked her son. "It's incredibly intrusive and I'm pretty sure it's wrong."

Dylan gulped. "It's super embarrassing, but harmless. I'll just do it really quick and we can go home."

The doctor nodded. "Good man. Take out your penis and finish this. We are all very busy and have things to do."

"Wait, why here?" Jennifer asked, protecting her son. "Can this be done somewhere with more privacy? For goodness sake, there are hundreds of people outside and they can see us through the glass."

"Ma'am, if your son is infected, it's better if we know immediately."

"Aren't there privacy laws here?"

"Ma'am, your son can face the wall for privacy. Public safety is more important than your son's shame. Also, I am 100% certain that everyone in this terminal has seen a penis before. What is the big deal?"

This doctor and the armed men seemed genuinely perplexed that this would even be an issue. There was definitely a cultural difference at play here. Because there's no way a man in western society would ever be forced to produce a sperm sample in front of so many people, without facing a major lawsuit.

"They won't budge," she said to her son. "It's hopeless."

He sighed. "It's okay, leave without me. I can make it home by myself when this is over."

"No way. I'll never leave you behind."

"Then what should we do?"

She pursed her lips while thinking. "Listen, if you're okay with giving these men a sample right now, I'd understand. I won't judge you for it. And I'll never make a snarky comment on it."

As expected, her son was shocked. They were both speechless for several seconds as the officials gave them time to work this out. Also as expected, she saw that reality was sinking in and her son realized they had no other choice. Masturbate right here for everyone to see, or be stuck in quarantine these next few days.

"I'm so embarrassed," he said, slowly moving his hands towards his crotch.

"No, it's fine. Come here, face the wall. I'll stand behind you so that people won't be able to see it."

As her son faced the wall, she knew she was doing the impossible. There was simply no way to fully obscure the sight of her masturbating son. Her only hope was that people were so panicked that they'd mind their own business and not look inside this room.

She stood behind her son to protect him. She heard her son unzip and saw his hand working. Even with the noisy terminal, she heard a flapping noise coming from her son's crotch.

"What's wrong?" Jennifer asked, recognizing the sound of a penis failing to come to life.

"I can't get hard. I've never been in a situation like this before, especially with those guys watching me."

She turned and saw the doctor and armed customs agent staring without shame. They were doing their jobs, or so they thought. This wasn't about sexual pleasure for them, they just wanted to hurry up and get this over with.

"Maybe I can help," she told her son. "Do you mind?"

"Seriously?"

"What choice do we have? Would you rather flap it around for an hour, or would you rather have it finished? Your decision."

He exhaled. "Fine, go ahead. It's worth the extra humiliation if we can leave quicker."

Jennifer stepped to the side of her son, and while looking in the opposite direction towards the crowd, she reached down to find her son's penis. When she grabbed, the whole thing was smooshed in the palm of her hand and it was totally soft. Feeling her son's penis was like a strange dream. It was so surreal she could hardly believe it.

Her eyes scanned the terminal through the glass walls and thankfully no one was looking (as of that moment). She glanced at the local officials who watched this with keen eyes. Then she looked away, keeping her eyes down towards the floor.

The cock in her hand turned erect. It was like magic that a mother could turn her flaccid son's penis into an erection, she thought. Like any modern woman, she knew all about handjobs. She gave the shaft a firm squeeze and stroked, trying not to feel mortified that she was giving sexual pleasure to her son in a crowded place.

"Is this working?" she asked, still looking away.

Dylan's voice was low. "Yeah, I'm hard... ummm... obviously. It feels good."

"It better."

She rested the side of her head against her son's arm as she stroked. She had never felt so torn in her entire life. This was her son's dick! Now she was responsible for making it cum.

In between strokes, she began to feel her son's erection falter. Dylan was a healthy and athletic young man. Erectile dysfunction at that age was possible, but unlikely.

"Nerves?" she asked, giving the cock a good squeeze and wiggle to wake it up.

He breathed deeply. "Yeah, kind of. Sorry, I'm really nervous and embarrassed."

Jennifer used her fingertips to caress the penis and she had to think fast. She fully understood the predicament her son was in. If the roles had been reversed and she was the one who had to orgasm in front of so many people, she'd have the same problem.

Looking at the window walls of that small room, she saw tourists who were peeping inside while they waited in line, wondering if they could believe their eyes. Wondering if this was truly a handjob.

"I'm going to try something crazy," she said, fighting the shame from tourists watching this. "Don't flinch, okay? Just go along with it."

"What are you going to do?" he asked, with his cock still losing steam from the nerves.

"I'll give you a fast blowjob. Please, please, please don't look."

When she heard her son gasp, Jennifer said a quick prayer to herself, asking for understanding and forgiveness from God, before dropping down to her knees in front of her son's penis. She was hoping that being on her knees would hide her from being seen by the public, but that was unlikely.

Avoiding the sight of her son's penis, she took it inside her mouth. It was one thing to have it in her hand. But in her mouth? She felt her pussy clench as she sucked off her son. She felt the cock twitch as she gulped it down. As she had always known, her mouth had a magic charm, whether it be playing the clarinet in the orchestra, or giving a man a blowjob, she knew what her talent was.

So she pushed aside the reality that she was committing incest, and instead focused on her clarinet abilities. She willed herself to consider this 'practice' for upcoming rehearsals. As she jerked her son's shaft into her mouth, she imagined her fingers hitting the right keys. As she kept her lips wrapped tightly around her son's penis, she imagined it was the mouthpiece to her musical instrument. And the people watching her give a blowjob were the audience.

As hard as she tried to make this non-sexual, the fact was, Dylan's erection was far more enticing than playing the clarinet. Her pussy was drenched from this unholy sexual act. It was a totally different rush from performing a concert and she prayed none of these people would ever see her again.

Opening an eye to peer at the window, she saw herself being watched by at least a dozen confused adults -- young and old -- as she performed oral sex. The looks on their faces were of disbelief as they waited in line. Jennifer's saving grace was that none of them could actually see Dylan's cock in her mouth. All the tourists could see was her face buried and bobbing in Dylan's crotch area.

She prayed again for divine help in the form of a speedy orgasm. While sucking, she also used her tongue, knowing how good it would make a man feel. Her mouth skills were effective and she could feel her son swelling and quivering. She blew air and hummed across her son's head, as if she was playing her clarinet.

In the heat of the blowjob, with her son near the brink, she heard the doctor and customs agents whispering softly, yet frantically in the background. Their chatter was tough to hear because of the loud terminal, but her ears were sharp.

"Shit. Oh my fuck."

"Wrong website."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Idiot."

With the raging hard cock stuffed in her mouth, Jennifer managed to turn her head slightly to look at the officials, who were mystified while staring into that phone. Her suspicion was confirmed. The website was a farce. And this was all for nothing.

A normal mother would have spit their son's cock out and raised hell. It was grounds for a public freakout and it would have been an international nightmare for this country, which was a famous tourist destination.

But the fact was, she loved her son too much to cause any further indignity. And her son was so close to an orgasm. What was a few more seconds of providing an oral service? She couldn't find a good reason to stop. After all, part of being a great mother meant doing whatever it took to get a job done.

"Mom," he said in a hushed tone. "Should we use a tissue? I'm close."

She shook her head while sucking and stroking. She blew and hummed even more, which she knew that men loved during blowjobs. Playing the clarinet almost everyday had given her lungs and amazing breathing capacity which she used to help her son cum.

When it happened, her mouth was flooded. Several spurts of cum shot into the back of her throat and she nearly gagged, but didn't. The next several shots landed on her tongue, which is exactly what she wanted for several more spurts, before her son's orgasm faded.

Pretending she hadn't heard the government officials' secret chat, Jennifer pulled her mouth away and stuck her tongue out, showing those men the fruits of her oral labor; the pearly white cum which was a pool in her mouth.

"Excellent health," the doctor said with a forced smile. "Can you wait a moment? We would like to provide you with free accommodations for a future visit, courtesy of our government."

Jennifer pursed her lips and gulped the cum down. "We expect an amazing deal."

The men hustled with the paperwork, seemingly scared to death that they'd be reported and jailed for accidentally coercing a mother/son blowjob from foreign tourists.

Jennifer licked her lips clean and swallowed the remainder. As she stood up, she tucked her son's flaccid cock away. Looking to the window, she saw that dozens of tourists were in shock (or arousal, or both) that she had just risen from her knees and a penis had been in her mouth. If they only knew that it was her son's penis...

When they left the office, Jennifer braced herself for more public humiliation. She held her chin high as she walked amongst the tourists who had watched her sucking. Presumably these people were smart enough to realize that she was Dylan's mother.

As they walked to the ship, side by side, Dylan wrapped his arm around her in a defiant and brazen act of pride.

"You did whatever it took to get me free. I love you, mom."

She snuggled her head on Dylan's arm. "You better."

486 Cum Research with Mom

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Dr. Maria Ramirez was in a serious bind. Due to a technical error, a coolant hadn't been activated properly, which resulted in several vials of sperm samples becoming unusable for research purposes.

From her perspective, it seemed that one of the new medical assistants had forgotten to use proper procedure with the equipment. In the end, she was the lab manager, and checking to ensure all the equipment was properly working was her responsibility.

Making matters even more difficult, she was being considered for the soon-to-be vacant spot of Head of Research and Development. She'd be one of a handful of women to have ever held that title, and the only Latina. Both of those things meant the world to her.

Failure wasn't an option.

The research was set to begin at exactly 10 a.m. sharp. An hour away. Canceling the session was out of the question. She could settle for one vial of a man's cum. That would be enough. The only issue was, how would she get it? It was too late to contact a male research subject because they all had jobs during the day.

That meant, she needed someone in the building to donate a small sample. As she thought of who to ask, hesitation crept in her mind. This was totally uncharacteristic of her. Maria was never a choker. But asking an underling to jerk-off in a plastic cup was a bridge too far. She simply couldn't do it.

A thought came to mind.

It may not be politically correct, or even appropriate, but it was a plan nonetheless. A feasible plan. She stepped back into her office. She needed to think for a minute. There was only one male in this building who was young, hormonal, beaming with testosterone... and most importantly... could keep a secret from everyone else.

With the clock ticking, she made up her mind. Before leaving her office, she grabbed an empty vial and cap, tucked it into her lab coat pocket, then headed to the floor below.

Maria saw him organizing lab materials in the supply cabinet, then she approached him. There were others in the lab and they had just finished their work. She was certain no one would mind if she temporarily stole him away.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" she asked, touching George's shoulder to get his attention.

He turned to her. "Sure, let me take care of this real quick."

George finished his duty and they went down to the hallway. A few months ago, she had pulled some strings and gotten him this internship.

"I... I need a favor," she said with a stammer; and she was a woman who never stammered.

"What is it, mom?"

This was going to be a lot harder than she thought. But she decided the best approach was to be blunt. After all, she knew that her son, as smart as he was, did have a wild side to him. She was positive that he'd be open to doing something sexual since his sex drive was on par for a healthy male in his early 20's.

In fact, it seemed as though his libido had hit a peak in the last year. Maria had become used to the sounds of porn videos coming from his computer late at night or early in the morning. He tried keeping the volume down, but still, the walls were thin and she was blessed with sharp ears. She never brought it up with him, and he assumed his mother couldn't hear it.

She caught him masturbating a few times over the years and they were both always mortified by it. This, however, was a medical necessity. This would be different. She was confident that George would go along with it because he aspired to work in the same field someday.

"There was an error with our samples," Maria explained. "They've become unusable."

"The sperm samples you were talking about?"

"Yes, we don't have any replacements and the research is still taking place at the top of the hour."

"Really, how?" he asked.

"I'll have to get another sample. My potential promotion depends on getting this done."

"They'll understand, trust me. I mean, why did this happen? It wasn't your fault, was it?"

She shook her head. "I don't make mistakes. What's important is, I'll need another sample to proceed."

"Why are you telling me? I'm kind of busy."

Maria took a deep breath. "Look, I know your supervisors. I've already told them that I'm borrowing you for the next half hour. Think of this as an extra break time."

"Now I'm getting confused."

"I want a sperm sample from you," she said in a low voice, to make sure no one else heard them.

"What?"

George's voice turned louder than expected, just as two doctors walked down the hall. This wasn't the place for this kind of conversation. Everyone in the research department knew that they were mother and son. As far as Maria was concerned, this was classified. Her reputation would be ruined if people knew that she asked George to do something like this.

She took her son by the arm and led him to an office. The office belonged to another manager in research. Maria was friends with her, so this wouldn't be an issue. She closed the door to get a moment of privacy. Then she closed the blinds for additional discretion.

"Look, this has to be done," Maria said firmly. "And you're the only candidate I have at this hour. It's either you, or I'll have to ask someone else that works for me to provide a sample, and that won't be happening."

"Why not?"

"I'm not going to ask someone I work with to masturbate."

"But you'll ask me?"

"You do it all the time at home," she said harshly. "And I know you won't gossip about this. No one can ever know."

Maria reached in her pocket and held out an empty vial.

"Jeez," he sighed.

"You have 15 minutes. I'll give you $200 dollars. If I get promoted at the end of the month, I'll double it. Consider this part of your job. Now get started. No excuses."

She handed him the vial and was prepared to leave.

"Wait," he said.

"No excuses, George. I need this."

"I can't."

Maria sharpened her eyes intensely. "Why not?"

"Because I... you know... I took care of things before we came here today."

"You what!?"

She was shocked, mainly because he had taken extra long to wake up and take a shower. She even had to knock on the door a few times to hurry him up. To think, he was taking so long because he was busy jerking-off, and now that was threatening to derail her medical research.

"What do you expect?" he asked. "It's the only way I can concentrate at work."

She thought for a moment. "You must have a high libido, right? I'm sure you can get it up again. Can't you?"

"Maybe, but I took care of that like 2 or 3 hours ago. It'll be tough."

Maria looked around the room. It pained her to do this to her friend, but she reached towards the desk and grabbed a picture frame of her fellow doctor with her husband at the beach. She was in a nice bikini. Maria showed the picture of the happy married couple to her son.

"Use this," she said. "I know she's your boss, and she's also my friend, but she's also a very hot MILF. I'm sure this picture can give you an erection."

George studied the picture for a second. "She's pretty, but she's not really my type."

"What is your type?"

"You don't want to know. Besides, that isn't going to do much for me. Is there anything... better?"

Maria knew that he was referring to the collection of porn which was often provided to volunteers to help facilitate the process. The problem was, it was far away, and they didn't have much time. It wasn't a viable option.

There was, however, something far more feasible. It could be shown right away, and it would be guaranteed to give George an instant erection. Was she really that desperate? As she stood there thinking to herself, the answer was yes. She was really that desperate for a sperm sample.

Maria held open her lab coat to show her buttoned up shirt and knee-length skirt. She had curves in all the right places, and she knew that George would sometimes take sneaky peeks at her. She knew all too well what George's 'type' was. He likes curvy girls, and based on the porn he watches, he has a thing for 'MILFs' too.

"I'll show you one thing," Maria sighed. "Top or bottom. I'll open myself for you, then you can handle your business."

His eyes widened in disbelief. "This must be a joke."

"I never joke at work. This is important. Choose carefully, because this is the only time in your life where you'll get this offer from me."

"God," he sighed. "This is super awkward."

"I know you're interested. Let's get the point. Top, bottom, or my luscious backside, which I know you often like to take peeks at."

He blushed, realizing he wasn't as slick as he thought. Then he paused to think and to look over the options on his mother's body.

"I... ummm," he stammered, "Let's be honest, mom, you're going to be really mad with whatever I chose. You decide."

Maria shrugged. "Fair enough. You're right."

She thought quickly. The obvious display was her ass. As far as asses go, she fit the stereotypical Latina billing. She also knew that her son was fond of asses. Plus it seemed like the least intrusive option. The downside was, she wouldn't be able to see his reaction to it.

Her breasts were also a good choice. Her boobs were nice, she thought. Large, with big dark nipples. The only problem was, George had seen them a few times, here and there, over the years. They might not get the job done properly, and it would be a major hassle to fix her bra and top. Time was of the essence.

That left her pussy. Thank God she shaved a few days ago. Ordinarily, she'd be furious if George had ever peeked at her pussy. Now, she almost felt compelled to do it. If she were honest with herself, the thought of torturing him with the sight of her pussy seemed amusing and arousing.

"Hold the vial," she said, handing it to him. "Stand where you are."

George held it and stood there.

Maria went to her friend's desk and gently pushed a stack of papers to the side. Then she pulled her panties down to her heels, picked it up, and put it inside the pocket of her lab coat.

It was the moment of truth. She hiked up her skirt and sat bare-assed on the desk. She made a mental note to herself; 'I should probably buy Rebecca a box of chocolates and some wine for this.' Finally, she spread her thighs and lifted the front of her skirt to expose her shaven pussy.

It had dark lips and was pink and wet inside. Instantly, George's eyes lit up. Oh, there was no mistake about it, the young man had wanted to see this for years. The sudden attention made Maria wetter, despite a slight sense of shame she was also experiencing.

"I'll rub myself," she said. "You do the same. Keep your eyes on my pussy and masturbate into the vial. Please be quick."

"Yes, mom... I mean... It's so weird calling you 'mom' right now."

"Then call me Dr. Ramirez," she smiled, feeling excited by her flustered son. "We're working, after all."

"Right, Dr. Ramirez."

He smiled back, and then he hesitantly unzipped himself. His cock was already semi-erect and it made Maria lick her own lips.

True to her word, she placed her right hand on her labia and gently rubbed. Unlike her normal masturbation sessions, this wasn't for her own pleasure. This was for George's arousal. It worked. He was loving this. Strangely, she was loving this more and more by the second.

The more lustful George became, the more deeply he stared at her pussy, the harder his cock turned, the more aroused Maria was becoming as well. This was most unusual. She hadn't been this aroused in years. She was friends with plenty of psychologists and sex therapists, and she may need to investigate the cause of these feelings later, she thought.

Until then, all she had to do was focus on her masturbation. She rubbed in circles, the way she often did. Slow, clockwise circles. She paid special attention to her swollen clit, too. Lips then clit. Back and forth. Clockwise motions. Her favorite technique.

She kept her eyes focused on her son. George's eyes were glued to her cunt. The situation was so intense for both of them. He jerked off furiously. This was his fantasy. He squeezed his dick so hard, Maria worried that he'd accidentally break the vial with his other hand.

Oh goodness, his cock. She stared at it. So hard, so stiff. In truth, she now desired it. She wanted to laugh thinking that she'd most likely fantasize about this cock later that night.

Suddenly, her phone beeped from inside her coat pocket. She reached inside to get it, signaled for her son to be quiet, and she answered it.

Maria answered her phone. "Yes... I know...Yes... I'm well aware of the issue... No, don't cancel... I'll have a sample in a few minutes... Don't ask... Yes, I'll be right there."

The call ended and Maria slipped her phone back inside her lab coat.

"You'll need to hurry," she said. "The sperm is needed soon and there's a bunch of lab technicians freaking out that their samples are unusable."

George stroked faster. "I'm trying. I'm trying."

"My pussy isn't enough to make you cum again?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.

"This is too much information, but I shot a big load this morning. Your pussy has already made me harder than I should be."

It was a fair point. This is a rare instance when being a doctor and a mother don't mix. Most women would quit. Most women wouldn't have even come this far with their own sons. Dr. Ramirez, on the other hand, was in a league of her own.

With the clock ticking, her pussy drenched, and her son raging hard, there was only one logical answer in her mind.

"Lean against the wall," she said as she got off the table and stood upright. "I'll need to get hands-on."

"Really? How?"

"A medical technique involving physical, mental, and fluids stimulation."

"What does that mean?"

"I'll give you a blowjob," she answered curtly.

George froze a second, in a good way, before leaning his back against the wall. He handed the vial back to his mother as Maria sank to her knees.

She was now inches away from her son's stiff cock. It was gorgeous, she thought. She pushed away the taboo from her mind and held him in her hand. The same hand that had rubbed her pussy only a minute ago. She stroked him, coating his cock with her pussy juice, and she felt him pulsing.

'No tengo verguenza,' she muttered to herself in Spanish.

Maria leaned forward and took the head of her son's penis into her mouth. It felt so soft and warm. She took in more, moving her tongue along his erect manhood and sucking him firmly. Then she went deeper, taking in most of his cock. She sucked hard, making slurping sounds, and brought all of him to the very edge of her throat, the way men liked, and slowly worked the head, twirling and kissing the tip. Enough to tease, but at the same time, enough to show her cocksucking expertise.

"Fuck, mom," he moaned.

She slapped his thigh and spit the cock out. "That's Dr. Ramirez. We're working, remember? Even if it's technically a blowjob."

"Yes Doctor. God, don't stop. Don't stop. You're doing such a fine job at it."

She went back to sucking. She continued her expert blowjob. It was a surreal thrill. One that she'd be fantasizing about for years to come, if not the rest of her life. She used every trick in her blowjob repertoire; sucking, stroking, fondling, tongue action, and she even sucked his balls in between servicing his shaft.

The average man would have been defeated moments ago. George was right. He had already cum, and it would be a challenge for him to shoot another big load.

So as Maria sucked his dick and bobbed her head, she unbuttoned the top of her shirt, exposed her left bra, and pulled out her large tit. Her dark and erect nipple was exposed.

She heard George moan and she felt his cock twitch in her mouth. It was working. She played with her dark nipple, twisting it with her finger tips, to give her son an amazing and hardcore show. She knew George's taste was explicit (thanks to the internet) so she held herself to a high standard to get him off.

Maria released her nipple and brought her hand down to her pussy to rub. As she masturbated and sucked, she looked upwards. George's eyes were glued to his mother, with a mouthful of his cock, dark nipple exposed, and playing with her pussy.

She knew he'd never look at her the same way ever again. Maybe she was fine with that. Maybe not. Whatever the case, she had never been so aroused in her entire life. She was a woman who had experienced great sex in the past. This topped everything.

As she rubbed, looking up into her son's eyes, she plunged two fingers inside of her wet pussy for added effect. It gave George something to see, and it made Maria suck harder because of how depraved she felt.

It sent her to a climax. It wasn't planned. It just happened. It was the natural course of things. As she remained on her knees, her legs trembled and her lower back felt weak. She kept on plunging her fingers in and out of her pussy while she sucked.

Wet fluids trickled onto the floor. 'Sorry Rebecca, I owe you dinner,' she thought as she made the mess in her friend's office.

George's eyes turned wide at the sight of his orgasmic, cocksucking mother. She knew he was even closer now. She felt him throb in her mouth.

"There you go," she said, spitting out the cock. "You're ready to ejaculate."

She stroked him furiously with one hand, and with her other hand, she held the vial to the opening of his penis. Right on time. As she stroked, she watched cum shoot from the tip of his cock into the clear vial. It was a sight to behold. She was mesmerized by what she was seeing. He came a lot. Several spurts. He nearly cried too.

When the spurts died down, Maria just couldn't help herself.

"This needs a taste test," she fibbed. "It's part of the process."

Maria pulled the vial away and wrapped her lips around the head of the shaft. She held her lips in a tight suction. Then she squeezed the softening cock from the base and pulled up to the head with a tight grip, extracting the last of the cum and depositing it onto her tongue. She did that twice and George was exhausted.

She stuck her tongue out, which was cum filled, so George could see. Then she swallowed with a deep gulp after closing her lips. Her son's cum tasted sweeter than expected, and she immediately remembered that she had served him a mixed fruit smoothie that morning-- something she'd probably have to do more often now.

She stuck her tongue out again to show that her tongue was clean. Then she blew him a kiss.

"That was for research purposes," she blushed. "You passed the... umm... taste test. It's a very important step, actually. Now get cleaned up. I have to go."

He winked. "Yes, Dr. Ramirez."

Maria stood up and fixed her clothes, tucking her left breast inside her bra and buttoning her top. She put a cap on the vial and put it inside her lab coat. She used a paper towel to wipe her squirt off the floor and tossed it in the trash.

She forgot to wear her panties as she left, but oh well.

The End

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Different Sex Story Chapter 487 - Cum Research with Sister

487 Cum Research with Sister

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Ella was in a state of panic after she entered the lab that morning. She distinctly remembered putting the sperm sample in the cooler the day before. Instead it had been sitting on the counter all night, at room temperature, ruined. At this point, she could either take the blame for the testing delay, or she could find another cum sample as quickly as possible.

After freaking out for a moment, she managed to compose herself.

Ella's mother, a lead researcher, had pulled some strings to get her this position. Her older brother worked there also. Failure would bring shame to the family! She needed fresh semen, and fast. But how? She quickly considered all possibilities and nothing seemed viable in such a short amount of time.

There was another option, however. A plan so shocking, she was amazed the idea had even crossed her mind. Though crazy, it was plausible and would solve her problem. No one in the lab would ever know of her screw-up.

Could she really pull it off? After thinking for a few more seconds, she found her resolve. It was necessary, and in the name of science, she would make it happen.

Ella put on her lab coat and placed a small beaker in her pocket. Walking casually through the facility felt surreal as she contemplated her immediate future. Would the next half hour haunt her for the rest of her life?

Her brother Jeff was trustworthy. Over the years, they had watched each other's back countless times. He was the perfect older brother: smart, patient and protective.

Most importantly, Jeff was a HUGE cummer. She discovered this having accidentally barged in on him a few times. Her brother could cum in spades. Not only was it high in volume, his cum was also high in quality. She could tell if he had recently masturbated by simply walking by his bedroom door and taking a whiff; the aroma was unmistakable. He was both potent and virile.

At this moment, Ella desperately needed his special skill and wondered if he would come through for her.

Ella also thought of her Mother's advice; 'If you ever need anything, just ask your brother. I've instructed him to help you whenever possible.'

This may not have been what Mom had in mind, but it would surely be enough for the much needed sample.

She arrived at his lab on the other side of the building. After making eye contact with Jeff, she silently summoned him by nodding her head towards the office in the corner of the large, sterile looking room. It wasn't completely private, but it was secluded enough for her top secret plan.

Once the office door was closed, she went straight to business.

"Jeffrey, I need to talk to you," she said, using his full name to convey the seriousness of the situation.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"Oh my god, I'm freaking out right now! I accidentally ruined the sperm sample we need for today's test!"

"Yikes. Well, it's not the end of the world. These things happen. People don't get fired for little slip-ups, if that's worrying you."

"I'm not worried about being fired," she said nervously. "I'm worried about our reputations since Mom got me this job."

Jeff thought for a moment. "Ok, relax. We need solutions. Any ideas?"

"Actually, yeah. I want to replace the sperm sample. But we need a healthy size sample to cover all the testing scheduled for today."

"How are you going to do that on short notice? Did you reach any of the regular donors?"

"Too much hassle," she said nervously. "If I contact them, then everyone will know of the mistake."

"Then who will produce the sample?"

Ella cleared her throat. "I was hoping- you."

"Me?" he asked, taken completely aback.

"Jeffrey, I've seen your loads before. They're huge! If you give me a big enough sample, all of my problems will disappear. It'll be our secret and I'll owe you big time."

"How much do you need?" he asked, while pushing away the embarrassment in order to help his little sister.

Ella removed the small beaker from her pocket.

"This much," she said, pointing to the exact measurement scale.

He shook his head. "Guys can't just shoot massive loads at the drop of a hat. It's a bit more complicated than that."

"I know. I know. You need the right stimulation, both physically and mentally."

"Then you can see why it's a problem for me to fill that up on demand."

Ella took a deep breath. "Which is why I'm prepared to help you."

"How?" he questioned.

"I'll do whatever you need," she said suggestively. "You know what I'm talking about, so please don't make me say it. This is humiliating enough."

"Jesus," he sighed.

"You know I'm only asking because it's an extreme emergency."

"Honestly, it would better to just admit..."

She put a finger on her brother's lips. "Hush. Do you want me to suck your dick, or not?"

Her coarse words seemed to do the trick because Jeff's eyes lit up with excitement. Ella could see that her brother was now very interested (and possibly already erect). She moved her finger away so that he could speak.

"Are you sure?" he confirmed. "Right here? Right now?"

She nodded. "I'll suck your dick, but Mom can never know."

"This might be the best way."

"I'm glad we're on the same page. You're a lifesaver."

"Yes, but I can only do it on one condition," Jeff spoke haltingly.

"What? Getting a blowjob isn't enough?"

"No! I mean... yes! I'm very grateful. But... if you want a large quantity, there's something else I need."

She crossed her arms. "Just spit it out already- no pun intended."

He took a deep breath. "Do you mind if I talk dirty while it happens?"

"Talk dirty... as in..."

"Dirty sex talk," he confirmed. "While you perform fellatio on me."

She sighed, "Does it get you off in a big way?"

"Look, dirty talk is something that really intensifies my orgasms and makes me cum like a volcano."

"Then go right ahead."

"But the thing is - and this is really embarrassing - I love family play. If you want a big cum dump, this is the best way to get it."

Ella's eyebrows arched. "What the heck? Are you some sort of pervert or something?"

"No! It's just fantasy stuff. Do you think this is easy for me? I'm doing this as a favor... for you."

It was a good point; Ella was in a serious bind. Without those cum samples, her reputation in the lab would be tarnished. Worse, her Mother's reputation would be damaged, too. They were supposed to be a smart family!

"Go ahead," she said. "Whatever helps."

He nodded. "Okay, so, this is awkward."

Ella stood there like a mannequin, staring her brother straight in the eyes.

"This is a lot harder than I thought," she said.

"What time do you need it? I could always warm myself up with porn. It'll take longer, but provide a large volume."

She sighed, "I need it in about 20 minutes. I know, I'm a screw-up. But I am trying my best and sometimes it gets overwhelming."

"This is a demanding job, Ell. As far as I'm concerned, you're showing a lot of initiative by trying to fix this problem."

She smiled, "Thanks, that makes me feel better. I am showing strong initiative, aren't I?"

"You're seriously unstoppable. I love that about you."

Ella summoned her courage while taking a deep breath. She sank to her knees, placing her face just inches away from her brother's crotch.

"How's this for initiative?" she asked, looking upward at her brother.

"Can you do the rest? I'm too nervous to expose myself."

"Well, this is my fault, so let me take control."

Ella unzipped and yanked down her brother's pants, exposing his equipment. As expected, he was already erect, but his cock seemed to swell even more the moment it was exposed. This was her first time seeing it up close and she could tell why Jeff was such a huge cummer. He had a rock solid 'foundation' for cum production. His balls were like a male porn star's!

Taking yet another deep breath, she kissed the tip of the penis, making Jeff squirm.

"It's okay," she whispered, holding the shaft. "Just hold still."

She nibbled on the head and started to suck. Shockingly, it grew even bigger from her oral stimulation.

"That's right, my little cocksucking sister," he moaned. "Keep going, your mouth is so warm and wet."

Ella tried to ignore his words as she kept giving head. Hearing his moans raised her hopes that she could help him release a massive load. Knowing it would solve all her problems motivated her to unleash more oral tricks.

Jeff moaned again, "That's right little sister, suck your big brother's cock. I've thought about pushing my dick into your sweet mouth for a long time."

She spit the cock out and glared at Jeff. "What the hell?!"

"Oh, sorry. Was that too far?"

Ella was still shocked. "I don't know. It's just... you've really wanted... this... from me?"

"No!" Jeff turned beet red, but his cock remained rock hard.

"Wait, you don't want me to suck your cock?" Ella was confused.

"It's just part of the dirty talk. I swear, it'll be worth it because I feel a big load building."

"Hmmm. It's kind of unusual."

"Too much Literotica, perhaps," he confessed. "You can blame HeyAll and SueDanym for that."

"Well, I've never heard of those perverts, so I'm blaming you."

Jeff suddenly became defensive, pulling his dick out of Ella's hands.

"Do you want my help or not?" he asked, giving a firm ultimatum.

It was a pivotal moment in their brother/sister relationship, and Ella made a snap decision that she would fully accept her brother and his kink. Her budding career was on the line!

She grabbed his dick back. "Whatever it takes, I'll go along with it. I'm desperate and will do anything to make you cum hard, big brother."

When she winked, Jeff smiled and sighed. As he visibly relaxed, she knew this was the key to a massive load of fresh, hot cum.

"Good job, little sister," he said, while patting her head. "My load is building."

"That's the spirit. Now let your cocksucking sister take care of you."

Doing her best to make this as nasty and incestuous as possible, Ella sucked while looking Jeff straight in the eyes. Typically, she only made eye contact for a few moments while giving head, because it embarrassed her. But somehow, she found it reassuring to look into the face of someone she truly loved, while slowly devouring his cock.

Every so often she'd take her mouth away and stroke his dick, while being sure to compliment him in the most sisterly way. Surprisingly, it felt very natural for her to feed his secret desire. She proudly confessed, both to him and herself, that the strong smell of his cum usually made her horny. And that his dick was bigger than any of the other guys she had sucked in the past. Maybe his Literotica preferences weren't really so bad.

She knew she was making headway while whispering, "God, I love the fact that I'm sucking off my own big brother's enormous cock. I am such a naughty little sister."

After putting the dick back inside her mouth, she knew Jeff was close to producing a tremendous load of cum. This was wildly exciting for Ella; her heart pounded like she had just sprinted up a hill. How could this be? Sucking other guys never made her feel this way. Wait! Her pussy was wet, too! She suddenly realized her panties were saturated. Apparently, Jeff wasn't the only sibling getting off on this very taboo act.

While focusing on her brother's impending orgasm, she vaguely heard footsteps coming down the hall. Then two swift knocks at the door were heard by both siblings.

"Ell, are you in there?" Mom called from the hallway.

Ella spit the dick out and stared wide-eyed at her brother. She was barely able to tuck his hugely erect, saliva-covered dick back inside his pants. Carefully, she zipped him up.

"Oh shit," she whispered. "Act natural."

"I am," he murmured, as he hopped up and down to readjust his uncomfortably stiff dick.

"I'll do the talking."

Ella got up, wiped the saliva from her lips, and opened the door. There stood her very proper Mother, in a lab coat, wearing her thick-framed glasses.

"What are you two doing in here?" Mom questioned, eyeing both of her children.

"Well, your birthday is coming up, and we needed privacy to discuss your gifts."

Mom smiled, "That's actually very sweet. I don't recall you two ever working together on presents."

"It's my way of thanking you for this job."

"Speaking of which, do you know what happened to the sperm samples? The vials look like they've been washed."

Ella gulped. "Oh, the samples? I had to move them because of a small technical error. Don't worry, they are being safely stored."

"Great. Where are they? I want to get an early start."

Ella's heart skipped. "I'll bring them up in 10 minutes, okay?"

Mom tensed and Ella wondered if she had smelled Jeff's pre-cum somehow. While eying both her adult children, Mom's eyes narrowed and her face turned slightly.

Apparently, having figured out the current dynamic, Mom looked disappointed. However, after a moment, a begrudging look of admiration appeared. It seemed she was proud of her daughter for going the extra mile.

"10 minutes, tops," Mom said, shaking her head.

"Thanks, and sorry, Mom."

"Sorry? For what, exactly?"

Ella pursed her lips and tilted her head. "I'll come to our lab in 10 minutes. This shouldn't take long."

Mom could barely make eye contact with her children as she lowered her head and left.

Ella felt deflated for a few seconds as her self-esteem collapsed. But she had a responsibility to the department and centered herself once again. Closing the door, she locked it and marched over to her brother.

"Oh god," Jeff said in defeat. "Mom figured it out."

Ella sank her to knees. "I know. I'll need to have a long talk with her to explain everything. In the meantime, let's get back to business, or pleasure, as the case may be."

She undid her brother's pants and freed his straining cock, which seemed even harder than before. How was this possible?!

"Oops," his cheeks burned.

She looked up at him. "Holy shit! Getting caught by Mom really excited you, didn't it?"

"I don't know," he said, confused by the reaction of his body. "Trust me, I'm as mortified as you are. I don't know why this is happening."

She stroked his shaft and grinned. "So, my brother likes being caught."

"I... I don't know what to say."

Ella sucked his massive balls and licked his shaft. "You know, when Mom realized what we were doing, I could tell she was disappointed that I was sucking your dick at work. Can you imagine? Mom got both of us these great jobs, and here I am, giving you sexual pleasure in an office."

"Oh fuck."

"You know, Mom and I are both ambitious women," Ella said between deep long passes, as his cock went even further down her throat. "Oh yeah, Mom understood why I'm doing this. She knew I screwed up the cum samples and why I had to refill them- with your cum!"

"Oh Jesus."

Ella sucked and stroked. She knew those taboo words were driving her perverted brother over the edge. But even crazier, she loved speaking to him this way. And she loved sucking his dick to the point of orgasm.

It made her feel powerful.

"You know what?" she asked, stroking his shaft quickly. "I think Mom might have smelled your pre-cum on my breath. I bet that's how she knew. We were very close while talking, almost face to face. I know Mom has sucked her fair share of cocks over the course of her life. She must have smelled it coming from my mouth. I wonder if she's jealous? Do you think Mom liked the smell? Do think Mom wants to join in on our incestuous fun? I want her to. Because I saw the lust in Mom's eyes when she realized your pre-cum was in my mouth."

"Really?" he breathed deeply and grabbed the sides of Ella's head.

She stroked him faster. "Yes, really. It must run in our genes. The women in our family give really, really good blowjobs. Can't you tell? In fact, who do you think taught me?"

"Mom?" he asked, as his pupils dilated.

"Oh yeah, when I turned 18, Mom spent weeks teaching me how to suck dick. We practiced a lot on her dildos when you weren't home."

"Oh god!! I'm going to burst!!"

Ella pulled the beaker out of her pocket and placed it on the table. She stood up, pulled her brother's hard cock towards the opening, and stroked him like crazy.

"Fuck!" he cried as his dick was being yanked.

Her hands worked even faster. "In here! Don't miss a drop."

Moving her hands in circular, but opposite directions as they traversed the length of his cock, Ella gave her brother a wonderful handjob. Both of her thumbs stimulated the smooth tip of his penis, through which pre-cum continued to leak. Along with making Jeff cum, she also had to make sure his aim was 100% accurate. While giving her all, she kept her brother's cock pointed towards the small, clear, glass container.

Suddenly, Jeff jerked and cried out as his eruption began. In an inspiring show of testosterone, copious amounts of his potent semen spurted into the beaker. It splashed against the sides as it flowed out of his cock and she was mesmerized. Never before had she seen such a manly production. Looking back at his contorted face, she realized giving him such ecstasy was the ultimate turn-on for her.

"Oh fuck, I need a seat," Jeff sighed, almost collapsing.

She helped her brother sit down on a chair. He very nearly fainted as his cock turned flaccid. Unbelievably, cum continued to dribble from the tip. Too tempted to refrain, she used her fingers to catch the cum and wiped it on the edge of the beaker.

"You're the best," she said, licking her finger.

He managed a smile, "Did you just eat my cum?"

"It was a little taste test. Everyone knows that cum eating goes along with any decent blowjob. Hey, don't blame me, I learned that from Mom."

His gaze sharpened. "Really?"

"Maybe, maybe not," she replied, fluttering her eyelashes. "We can talk more about it later if you want. Until then, I have to get this to the lab. Let's get you cleaned up. And thanks again. You're the best big brother in the world."

Bending over, she licked her brother clean, swirling her tongue and sucking with her mouth to clean his dick, then she helped him pull up his pants. With the beaker carefully placed upright in her coat pocket, they left the room together.

To their horror, Mom was just down the hall, talking to a colleague. Mom caught them leaving together and noticed Jeff looking completely exhausted.

The guilty siblings froze, but in the end, Mom smiled and returned to her conversation with the colleague. Was it Mom who 'accidentally' ruined the original sperm sample in the first place? After all, Mom had often encouraged the use of unorthodox problem solving techniques.

Ella was stunned by the epiphany, but in the end, she wasn't entirely shocked by it either. Mom always wanted the siblings to work closely together, although this may not have been what Mom had in mind.

The End