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

137. Different Sex Story (514-520)

Different Sex Story Chapter 520 - Owning Mom's Wet Pussy

514 Naked Wedding, Mom's Relief

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We had arrived in Amsterdam to attend my Aunt's wedding. She was going to marry a Dutch guy she met while working there. He owned a fancy spa in Vianen where the wedding would be held.

My mother took time away from work and I skipped a week of classes from college. It was shaping up to be a nice little vacation.

Mom and I spent a day in Amsterdam after arriving, just being tourists and exploring the city.

The next day, Aunt Helen arrived from Vianen to pick us up. My mother gave her a big hug. It had been months since they had last seen each other and they were nearly in tears. They had always been close. I gave Aunt Helen a big hug as well.

The three of us went to our hotel room to get our things. And that was the moment where my mother got the surprise of her life:

"Do you really need all that?" Aunt Helen asked, looking at mom's giant luggage.

"Obviously. This is a special occasion and I need to look my best."

Aunt Helen still looked dumbfounded. "All of that is your clothes?"

"What else would it be?" mom replied, looking slightly confused.

There was an 'oh my god' look on Aunt Helen's face as she put her hand over her mouth. She was clearly surprised.

"I am so sorry," Aunt Helen gasped.

Mom squinted at her younger sister. "Why?"

Aunt Helen's entire body tensed. "There must have been a confusion between us somewhere."

"Oh my goodness. Has the wedding been canceled?" mom asked in a state of shock.

"No. The wedding is still going forward."

"Then what is it?"

Aunt Helen gulped. "Well, how carefully did you read my email? I sent you a link to my fiance's spa. How closely did you look at it?"

"I looked through the pictures. It's a beautiful place. Why? Has it been moved to another location? I'm perfectly fine with that. Just as long as you're happy."

"It's still there. The same location."

"Then what's the problem?" Mom asked, eagerly anticipating the answer.

Aunt Helen gulped. "It's a nudist spa."

That was the moment which left me and my mother stunned. Naturally, mom tried acting composed about it. This was a major event, after all.

"Oh, that's interesting. We're all adults here. I wouldn't mind seeing any of the nude guests there."

"I don't think you understand," Aunt Helen said. "It's a nudist wedding. All the guests have to be, well, umm, undressed. That's the whole point of what we're doing."

Mom's eyes widened. "A nudist wedding? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I was afraid you were going to act like this."

Mom put her hands on her hips. "Like what?"

"Like this," Aunt Helen replied, gesturing to mom's posture. "I was afraid you were going to make a big fuss about it and not show up."

"And when did you plan on telling me? Now?! After I've spent thousands of dollars on this trip?!"

"The nudity requirement was clearly described on that website I sent you. I assumed you would have figured it out."

Things definitely felt tense in the room. After a few more nasty exchanges, the sisters calmed down and apologized to each other. In all my years, I had never seen them fight before. Never. They were always super close.

But it was perfectly understandable that mom would be upset over this. She's not someone who gets naked or lives a free-spirited lifestyle like Aunt Helen does. Mom was a typically stern high school teacher. The prim and proper type. Women like that don't just get naked in front of other people. That's not the way they are.

"Look, I'm really really sorry about this," Aunt Helen said in a somber tone. "This is all my fault. I should have made things clear from the start. I guess I was just afraid that you'd refuse to come."

"This is my fault too. I should have read that website more carefully."

"Please tell me you'll still come," Aunt Helen asked cautiously with an optimistic attitude.

They continued their back and forth exchange and Aunt Helen was adamant that the rules couldn't be changed. Most of the guests at the wedding were also nudists and expected a nudist experience. Mom was clearly devastated by the news and it was obvious that she was about to refuse.

"How about this?" Aunt Helen said. "I'll wait in the lobby. You two discuss this and give me a call when you've made your decision. Okay?"

Mom hesitantly nodded. "Okay."

"Whatever you two decide, I would understand. But I really want you two to come. It's a special day for me. And it wouldn't be right without my older sister and my favorite nephew."

Having said that, Aunt Helen left our hotel room and waited downstairs in the lobby.

"I can't believe it," mom said, shaking her head. "Do they really expect us to be naked in front of each other? And in front of other people? What are they thinking?"

"Mom, we're in the Netherlands," I pointed out. "Things are a lot different over here."

"I know, but they should have a clear understanding about a parent-child relationship. We should never see each other undressed."

"Like I said, different culture."

She shook her head. "Anyway, we're here. I've already spent thousands of dollars and I think we should make the most of it. Amsterdam is a beautiful city and there's a lot of sightseeing we can do."

"You want to skip the wedding?"

"We don't have a choice. You heard your Aunt. It's nudist only. We can always congratulate them after the wedding is over. We'll take them to dinner. It'll still be nice."

"I think you're making a huge mistake."

"Believe me, this is a painful decision," she pointed out. "When we were young, Helen and I always used to discuss our dream weddings. That's all we ever talked about. So I know it's a difficult decision."

"Then why skip it?" I asked.

She gave me a sharp look. "I'm doing this for you. I'm sparing you the misery of having to be naked around me."

"For the sake of this wedding, I think we can manage."

"I know how boys are. You'll be traumatized for life seeing me naked."

"Really? Guys are always checking you out. You're hot.'

She withheld a smile, "I meant that I'm your mother. It's not right for us to be naked around each other. We'll never be able to unsee it."

"Well, it's your decision. But I think Aunt Helen would be crushed if we weren't there."

That seemed to hit mom in her core. There was a conflicted look on her face. If she skipped the wedding, she knew her sister would be devastated, and their relationship might not be the same ever again.

Worst of all, mom would probably regret it forever.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" mom asked. "If you're mature enough, then I would be willing to attend Helen's wedding."

I nodded. "Sounds like we're going."

There was a smile on mom's face, like she knew the right decision was being made.

"Great. I'll give Helen a call and we'll go to Vianen."

It was a 30 minute ride in Aunt Helen's small car. Vianen was a quiet city in the Netherlands. It was beautiful in every way.

During the car ride, I didn't say much. I didn't really have a chance to speak. Mom and her younger sister couldn't stop talking about the wedding. Mom had never met Aunt Helen's fiance before, and Aunt Helen gladly provided all the details to mom's questions. They were two sisters who were so glad to be around each other again.

When we got there, mom and I were pleasantly surprised.

The resort was far more beautiful and elegant than we had thought. It looked much better than the pictures on their cheap website. After parking, we went inside the luxurious lobby and marveled even more.

We got our room key from the receptionist.

"Why don't you two rest for a while," Aunt Helen said. "Maybe in an hour we can go for spa treatments with my fiance. The facilities here are world class. Then after we can all have lunch. How does that sound?"

Mom smiled, "Sounds like a plan."

"Oh, and when we go down to the spa, you know... Rules are rules."

There was a clear innuendo and *look* on Aunt Helen's face. It was clear she was signaling something. And it took mom a split second to figure out what that was.

"Oh, already?" mom replied, giving a slow awkward nod. "Okay, well, I guess we'll be ready by then."

Mom tried to sound brave and upbeat about the thought of being naked in the resort, but it was clear that she was still struggling with it.

Who could blame her?

Mom and I went to our private room alone. As we now expected, the room was amazing. It was a small cozy little place, but the ambiance was high class. The entire time we explored the room, neither of us mentioned the upcoming nudity. It was simply too awkward.

We briefly rested after the long car ride. That ended when there was a knock on the door.

Mom answered and there was Aunt Helen, dressed in nothing but a silk robe and a smile on her face.

"Well?" Aunt Helen asked.

She stepped inside and looked around our room, pleased that we had already settled in.

"Oh, that," mom replied uncomfortably. "Do you think you can give us a moment? We'll be downstairs in a few minutes."

"I know exactly what you're going through. Really, I do. This whole nudist thing used to be so scary. But then I got over it. My fiance has really opened my eyes to a new world. You'll see."

Mom looked surprised by her sister's admission. "Goodness, you've certainly changed. You used to be so self-conscious about your body."

"I know. Just trust me on this. It's going to be so relaxing. There's an openness and freedom to being a nudist here. It's like there aren't any secrets or inhibitions. I've never felt so in-touch with myself before."

"That might be true. But we're sisters. And I'm with my son."

Aunt Helen shrugged. "So? What's the problem?"

With that said, Aunt Helen dropped her robe and stood butt naked in our room. My jaw dropped. So did mom's. Neither of us were expecting that.

She looked great. She had the body of a normal woman her age. And she was completely unabashed by displaying her nude figure. There was an expression on her face like it was no big deal. Like it was the most natural thing in the world. All while mom and I were both speechless.

"You see?" Aunt Helen said, holding her hands out. "I'm naked. The world hasn't collapsed. We're still alive. No harm done. Meet me downstairs in 5 minutes. The spa is absolutely incredible. You'll love it. My fiance is waiting too."

With her robe still on the floor, she left the room.

Mom turned to me and we were both flabbergasted after seeing Aunt Helen nude in our room.

"This trip certainly took an interesting turn," mom quipped.

"Yeah, and we're next."

"Do you think our luggage could fit through that window? Maybe we can sneak out of here and call a cab."

"Too risky. We're better off getting naked and staying for the wedding."

Mom thought for a moment. "Okay, you're right. We'll have to be civil and mature about this."

"Aren't I always?"

"We've never been in this kind of circumstance together."

"If Aunt Helen can do it, so can we. Big deal."

She raised her eyebrow, "Okay stud, if it's that simple, you get naked first. It's not like I haven't seen your privates before."

"Jeez..."

"Just trying to lighten the mood," she smiled.

I stood dumbfounded for a moment. It was way harder than expected. My mother had the exact same expression and I'm sure she was thinking the same thing.

"Well?" she asked.

"This is hard."

She sighed, "I know it is. But let's just give it a shot. If your Aunt Helen can do it, so can we. Besides, I've been waiting months for this spa treatment. She hasn't been able to stop talking about how great it is."

"So how should we do this?"

"Same time?"

"Fine."

We both froze. Our eyes were locked. Neither of us could make the first move towards nudity.

"How about this," she said. "Why don't we turn around and undress? Then when we're ready, we'll face each other. Same time. It's kind of like pulling a band-aid off. Once and you're done."

"That makes sense."

"Let's get started. Your aunt is waiting for us."

We both turned around. I started undressing when I heard my mother undressing. She undressed fast, and so did I. There was a surreal feeling when I heard the snapping sound of mom undoing her bra. This was actually happening. I was about to see her naked. And she was about to see me naked too.

"Ready?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Shall we turn around now?"

"Why wait?"

I turned around and saw my mother's naked ass. It was round and curvaceous. She still faced the wall when I first saw her. Then she turned around.

There she was. My mother. Completely naked. Her tits looked like round globes and they sagged. Her hips had beautiful curves. There was a patch of pubic hairs on her crotch. She looked like a beautiful woman at her age (or any age).

She seemed to struggle keeping her hands down. It was so obvious that she had a powerful urge to cover her breasts and pussy. I had the urge to cover myself as well. It was easily the most awkward situation we ever faced.

"How do I look?" she asked, slightly nervous and self-conscious.

"You know, actually, you look like an older version of Aunt Helen. I don't mean you're old. But you're like a MILF version of her."

She nodded. "We've always had a lot of similarities."

"Honestly, you're hot. I mean, wow."

Her eyes widened. "Oh my god. Are you..."

I looked down and saw that my cock was growing and pointing forward. Normally, a semi-erection would be covered by my pants. But this was different. Now, I was totally naked, and there was nothing covering me whatsoever.

My hands swiftly covered myself.

"God, sorry," I said.

She gave me that motherly expression. "Well, it's not your fault. Boys will be boys. But even at a nudist resort, you can't go out like that. It's not appropriate at all."

"It doesn't exactly have an 'off' switch, you know."

She sighed, "Handle it in the bathroom. And make it quick."

Despite her slightly stern tone, she seemed kind of understanding over the matter. After all, we were both completely naked in front of each other. What did she expect? Mom or not, of course I was going to be aroused seeing her.

I hung my head down in shame and walked to the bathroom. It was humiliating beyond belief. Not only were we both naked, and I had a hard-on, but she wanted me to jerk-off in the bathroom before we left.

"Wait," she said. "People are waiting for us. This needs to be done quickly."

"Don't you think I know that?" I replied, heading towards the bathroom.

She stepped in front of me. "What I mean is, men take forever to masturbate. Unfortunately, we don't have that kind of time."

Having said that, she reached forward and grabbed my erect cock, which suddenly swelled in her soft hand.

"Oh..." I gasp.

Her eyebrow raised. "Is this going too far?"

"No, umm, it's fine."

"Good."

She tugged my hard cock like a leash and led me to the bathroom. With her soft hand around my shaft, she furiously began stroking me, with my cock pointed towards the toilet. God. A handjob from my own mother. From the feel of things, she must have done this plenty of times before because she was good at it. Her hands knew how to stroke. Her fingers knew how to caress.

After a while, I was close to coming. Mom was right, this was much faster if she did it. I warned her that I was going to cum and she told me to go ahead.

Spurts of cum shot into the toilet. When it was done, she flushed the toilet and washed her hands with soap.

"We're late," she said, drying her hands with a towel. "Let's go."

Exactly as advertised, the spa was world class. We had a nice private tour, courtesy of Aunt Helen's fiance (who was a super great guy).

All of us bonded while naked. They didn't seem to mind at all. My mother still seemed tense, but she learned to loosen up. And I was really relaxed after that superb handjob which mom gave me.

Our mud baths were being prepared. Apparently it's great for the body. As our baths were being prepared, the staff brought us several cups of their trademark special herbal cleansing drinks.

According to Aunt Helen's fiance, the drinks were partially made from exotic fruits which had recently been imported. They contained loads of vitamins and nutrients. Perfect for cleansing and spiritual revitalization. And apparently, it provides plenty of 'rejuvenation.'

"This taste amazing," mom said, having a second cup.

"We drink this all the time," Aunt Helen smiled, then kissing her fiance. "It certainly works wonders."

Obviously they meant sex. My mother blushed hearing about her sister's not-so-private sex life.

When the mud baths were finally ready, a staff member came and informed them that more wedding guests had arrived. Aunt Helen and her fiance excused themselves to tend to the new guests, and they assured us that they would return promptly.

In the meantime, mom and I were left alone in the private spa room. We each got in our separate bathtubs filled with the mud. It was a strange, but refreshing feeling. I never had a spa treatment before.

Mom laid blissfully in her tub. There was a smile on her face. She was in heaven. I tried my best to relax as well, just like mom did. I laid my head back on the tub, where a towel had been placed. My eyes closed. Time flew by.

Then I heard it:

Was it... a moan? Several seconds later, I heard it again. Seconds later, it came again. All while mom's eyes were closed. She never makes those kinds of noises. The only rational explanation was that she was-- aroused.

It must have been that herbal cleansing stuff she drank, since she had two cups. I heard her breathing heaving and I even saw the mud moving around as she moved her arm underneath. Was she masturbating? I suddenly found myself becoming aroused watching (and listening) to my own mother.

The mud in her bath continued to move as she moved her body around. Her breathing became heavier. Her lower lip curled and tightened. She was clearly masturbating inside the mud bath. She must have been so relaxed that she totally forgot I was there.

Moments later, her facial expressions tightened, then relaxed. She breathed a sigh of relief. Did she just have an orgasm?

Her eyes opened and she looked refreshed. When she saw me, her eyes widened and her jaw nearly dropped.

"Oh my god," she gasped. "Were you... did you just watch me?"

"What did you expect? We're in the same room together. Did you masturbate in the mud bath?"

She gave an 'oh my god' expression. "I don't know what came over me. I felt like I dozed off. It's been a long time since I was ever this relaxed. Then, my hand moved down. I don't know how to explain it."

"It's gotta be the drink. Remember, herbal properties? Exotic fruits?"

"You're right. That's what your aunt pointed out earlier. My goodness."

"Don't be embarrassed," I said. "It's natural. Plus, you know, you helped me out earlier. So I guess we've both seen each other doing private stuff."

"When we get back to America, let's forget this ever happened."

"Deal."

"But while we're here, we have to understand that things are different," she said. "Our circumstances are different. We have to be naked around each other, along with other factors. So I wouldn't mind making another deal. How about we help each other?"

"What do you mean?"

"If the time comes. If you ever need assistance, or if I ever need assistance. I think you catch my drift. Let's not be embarrassed or humiliated by it. This is for my sister's wedding and I want us to have a good time. Okay?"

I nodded. "Okay."

"Let's hope things don't get out of hand."

"We've already done that already," I quipped, referring to the handjob mom gave me earlier.

She smiled and squinted her eyes. "Very funny."

"Plus, you know, it seems like you've given yourself a hand as well."

The look on her face became stern. "Let's not get carried away with the jokes, okay?"

"Got it."

There was a playfulness between us as we returned to enjoying our mud baths in the private spa. Mom closed her eyes and laid her head back. There was a slight smile on her face which showed her post-orgasm masturbation bliss.

And if I didn't know any better, I'd say that deep down, she was kind of enjoying all this, even though she would never admit it. The taboo and excitement of the situation was surreal.

We had lunch after the mud bath. It was fun meeting all the new people. Everyone had a great time. My mom had a blast spending time with her sister, meeting the fiance, and chatting with all of the other wedding guests.

After a while, mom and I had split up around the pool area. She was socializing with the other nudist adults. And I was socializing with the other nudist people my own age.

Unfortunately, the effects of mom's earlier handjob was beginning to wear off. That 'herbal cleansing drink' with exotic fruits was starting to kick in. Besides, the pool area was filled with all sorts of beautiful naked women. How else was I going to react?

I excused myself from a group conversation the moment I felt my cock stirring. Then I quickly headed to the unisex bathrooms near the pool area, praying that no one would see my soon-to-be hard cock.

Just then, I felt a soft hand grabbing my arm as I walked. It was my mother with an urgent look on her face. On top of that, I still hadn't gotten over seeing my mother in the nude. She looked sexy with her bare body underneath the sun. For the first time, she seemed totally at ease showing herself naked to everyone-- including to me.

"I hope you're headed to the bathroom," she said, walking alongside me, while still holding my arm.

"Where else do you think I'm going?"

"Good. I can see your private area turning stiff."

"It's not my fault those drinks were potent. Plus this place is packed with naked women."

She shook her head. "Boys will be boys, I suppose."

We continued briskly walking to the bathroom together.

"Hey, don't forget what you did in the mud bath. Besides, we had a deal that we shouldn't be embarrassed or upset with each other, remember?"

There was a calming look on her face as we reached the door to one of the bathroom stalls.

"You have a point," she conceded. "And we do have a deal where I promised to help you. So, do you need help? I certainly don't want you stuck in the bathroom stall the entire afternoon while this party is going on. You'll be missing out on all the fun."

I was stunned for a moment. "Um, sure."

"Yes or no? I want you to be positive about this. This isn't something that should be taken lightly."

"Yes, I'm positive."

Mom looked around the pool area to make sure that no one was looking at us. After all, everyone there knew that we were mother/son. How awkward would that be if people caught us sneaking into the bathroom together?

"Quick," she said, grabbing me by the cock and pulling me inside the bathroom.

By that point, I was raging hard. My mother tucked her hair behind her ears and thought for a moment.

"Would you be content with another handjob?" she asked in a very professional manner, like this wasn't a big deal anymore.

My cock swelled even harder. Not only because of the herbal drink, but because of my naked mother offering to jerk me off. And the fact that she seemed so nonchalant about it and so business-like.

"Your arm is going to be really sore if you try to jerk me off. I'm in serious need of relief"

"A blowjob then?" she asked, eyebrow raised.

My cock grew stiffer hearing my mom talk so dirty, with that strange expression on her face, from the idea that she would soon be sucking off her own son.

I nodded. "That'll do."

She put the toilet seat down and sat on it.

"You really owe me for this," she said after a pause, holding my hard cock in her soft hands. "I mean it."

"Hey, you were the one that offered. This deal was your idea."

"Smartass."

With that said, her eyes focused on my cock, and her mouth dove forward to start sucking. Her lips wrapped tightly around my shaft and she started sucking expertly. Her head bobbed fast. Back and forward. It was like she had done this a million times before and it felt amazing, especially since I was so aroused from the herbal drink we had earlier.

I'm sure my mother was aroused also, based on the enthusiasm she had from sucking my cock. The effects of the herbal drink must have still lingered inside of her as she vigorously performed oral sex.

Just then, we heard the sound of the bathroom next door being occupied. We heard a couple laughing and making giggling noises. They spoke in Dutch, so we had no clue what they were saying, but it was obviously flirtatious.

"Shh," mom whispered softly to me, after briefly taking my cock out of her wet mouth.

Then, we heard the couple next door having sex. There were sounds of a woman moaning, and my mother and I simply looked at each other awkwardly, while my cock was still in her hand.

As the couple in the other bathroom continued fucking, my mother went back to sucking my cock. Her hand furiously stroked. It was clear that she wanted to end this as fast as possible. And based on the actions of her hand, mouth, and tongue, I couldn't last long.

I groaned softly and my mother gave me a sharp look with her eyes, which said, 'Keep this quiet, or else they'll hear us.'

I mouthed the words, 'I'm going to cum."

With my cock still in her mouth, she nodded, letting me know it was okay.

That's when I came. Mom stroked me harder and faster. Her mouth sucked harder. Her tongue licked up and down my shaft. A massive load of my cum shot down her throat, which didn't seem to phase her. She simply kept on going. She had a job to do, and she made sure to finish it.

When all my cum was drained, mom licked me clean, then she licked her lips.

She stood up and wiped my cock with a paper towel, while we listened to the couple in the other bathroom stall still having sex.

"I'll have to dry you," she whispered in my ear, wiping my cock. "We can't let anyone see you with a wet flaccid penis. They'll know that we've been naughty in here together."

She winked and threw away the paper towel. Then we went back to the naked pool party together.

That night. After a long day of socializing with the other guests, we were exhausted. Most strangely of all, we had become used to being naked around each other. Normally, it would have been the most oddest thing in the world, but eventually, it all felt so natural.

In fact, it felt so natural, that as soon as we got to our room after dinner, neither of us had bothered to get dressed. We simply remained naked around each other. At that point, we were also too exhausted to get dressed anyway.

After washing ourselves before bed, we were both tired beyond belief. It was a fun day of meeting new people, and it was also a long day from what we've been through with the taboo sex stuff and everything.

I collapsed on my bed. Mom turned off the lights. I was too tired to move and my eyes were closed.

To my surprise, mom didn't climb into her bed. She climbed into mine.

She lifted my blanket and got underneath, laying next to me, naked.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked. "I don't want to sleep alone."

"Sure, of course."

She snuggled next to me, "We've done a lot of dirty things today. Things a mother and son should never do with each other. But remember, this is only for this trip. Special circumstances, right?"

"I know."

She wrapped her arm around me and said 'goodnight.' Then she immediately fell asleep. My cock slowly started growing again.

The next morning was the day of the wedding. Mom was the maid of honor for the special event. Since it was a naked wedding, she didn't have to worry about having to wear a nice dress. But all the bridesmaids had gotten together and helped fix each others' makeup and hair.

By the time it was done, mom looked ravishing. Her hair was done to perfection and her makeup looked glamorous. It was a side of mom I had never seen before. Between the hairstyle and cosmetics, along with her full nudity, my mother suddenly looked like a high-class MILF pornstar.

"What do you think?" she asked, when she saw me staring at her.

At this point, she seemed more than fine showing off her entire naked body and new look. It was like she was enjoying it.

"Absolutely gorgeous. I'm serious, I can hardly recognize you."

She blushed, "Well, I guess this trip has other benefits besides your Aunt's wedding. We're getting to know each other a lot more."

"You've got that right."

Her eyes looked down on me. "And judging by the looks of things, you really like what you see. This time, you can't use the herbal drink as an excuse."

It was my turn to blush. Seeing her naked and looking so hot was giving me a slight erection.

"What did you expect?" I shrugged.

She gave me a playful look. "Let's look for your Aunt. She wanted to meet with us before the wedding."

"And my little problem?" I asked suggestively.

Instead of providing me with sexual relief, she reached for a cold beverage nearby and pressed it against my balls, which stung badly.

My whole body jerked and she smiled, pulled it away.

"Come on," she said. "Let's go find your Aunt."

My mom had asked around for where Aunt Helen was. Apparently, she was in the spa area. So that's where we went. We figured Aunt Helen was probably in need of some last minute stress release before the wedding. Or maybe she had some business matters to attend to.

When we went to the private spa, we heard moaning noises. My mother looked at me with a finger on her lips, signaling for me to be quiet. She tiptoed on the floor and peaked through the glass. She stood there for a moment, just watching, as the moaning noises continued.

I tapped mom's shoulder. "What's happening?"

She leaned in my ear. "Nothing. We should go."

"No way," I whispered back.

That's when I stepped forward and peeked through the glass. There was Aunt Helen, bent over a spa bath, getting fucked from behind by her fiance. Her face was filled with lust and her tits swayed back and forth. It was a surreal sight watching my beautiful aunt getting ravished like that.

"You shouldn't be watching that," mom whispered.

"Why? Aunt Helen doesn't seem to mind this position."

She sighed, "Your aunt has always had a healthy appetite."

"What do you mean?"

"None of your business," she whispered. "But your Aunt really loves sex. Trust me, I found that out firsthand."

"How?"

She rolled her eyes. "Does it matter?"

"I really want to know."

Mom relented. "Fine. But you can't tell anyone. I'm only telling you because you're old enough to know certain family secrets."

"Of course."

"In college, she used to tell me about her dates," mom said. "She used to still be horny after sex, and, well, I used to lick her. It was the only way to get her to stop complaining. I needed to study."

"Oh wow," I gasped in disbelief. "Really?"

Hearing that secret made my cock twitch.

Just then, Aunt Helen began crying out loud. This prompted me to have a look through the glass again, seeing her getting pounded from behind. It was so loud, that even my mother had to look at her own sister. We both peeked through the glass together and watched Aunt Helen getting the fucking of a lifetime.

She obviously came when her eyes rolled back and her body went stiff. But her fiance wasn't done yet. He announced his impending orgasm.

"Not inside me," Aunt Helen told him. "I don't want a mess. Cum in my mouth. Don't miss either. My makeup would be ruined."

Then, we watched as Aunt Helen dropped to her knees, with her fiance furiously stroking himself towards her eager mouth. He came on Aunt Helen's tongue with expert aim. He groaned. She swallowed.

"How does my makeup look?" Aunt Helen smiled cheekily.

"Good as new."

Aunt Helen stood. "Let's go. We can't be late for our own wedding. People must be looking for us by now."

They left through the other exit.

"Oh my god," I said. "That was fucking hot."

"I can tell you enjoyed it," mom said, looking down at my throbbing erection.

"Remember our deal?"

Her eyebrow rose, "Now? You've got to be kidding."

"It'll take forever if I handled this myself."

"A quick handjob then," she said, grabbing my hard cock. "You better be fast. The wedding will start soon."

"I know. We just heard Aunt Helen saying that after she got a mouthful."

"Smartass."

She stroked furiously. With the totality of the circumstance, I only became harder and more aroused. She seemed to sense this as my cock was throbbing.

"This thing isn't going away," she said, giving me a squeeze. "Is it?"

"I'm freaking aroused."

She thought for a moment. "Sit down. My arm is exhausted already."

When I sat down, mom climbed on top of me. It all happened so fast that I didn't have enough time to process the situation. She opened her legs, stood over me, and lowered herself, right on my cock. She spread her labia with her fingers and allowed my painfully hard cock to enter. It felt like bliss.

Inch by inch she lowered herself. With every inch, our pleasure grew, and the boundaries between us were being pushed even further. We were crossing a line that no one could ever know about it. She lowered herself until my hard cock was buried inside her hot wet pussy. We were officially in the perfect position to begin fucking, but she paused for a moment.

She wrapped her hands around the back of my neck and we looked each other in the eyes.

"Just this once," she said, as we were face-to-face. "This is the fastest way. Plus my makeup won't get ruined."

"Good choice," I grunted.

"You really love fucking your own mother, don't you?" she asked, thrusting her hips harder with perfect rhythm.

I tried to downplay it. "It's okay. It's just... I need the relief."

"No, it's more than that," she smiled. "This entire trip, you loved my hands and mouth around your erection. You loved that it was your mother doing it. Just admit it."

There was no denying it, so I said, "Yes."

She clenched her vaginal muscles around my cock as she continued to gyrate her pussy. Back and forth. Then up and down. She was a real pro at using her pussy. Who knew? My prim and proper mother was an expert in sex. A 'sexpert.' But of course, this should have been obvious by now, since she had already proven her skills with the previous handjob and blowjob.

There was also a gleam in her eyes. She enjoyed this too. Just as much as I did. Her hands rubbed the back of my neck and shoulders. Then she started rubbing her own breast. She was in need of her own relief and I saw that she was playing with her hardened nipple.

"Cum for me," she whispered, gyrating her hips. "Think about me sucking your cock yesterday. Think about when I used to suck my sister's pussy in college. You liked hearing about that, didn't you? I used to eat your Aunt Helen's pussy. It was the only way to give her relief back then. Now, as a mother, I'm providing you with relief. I guess that's what I'm for. A woman who provides relief. Oh god... That's it, cum for me. We have a wedding to attend and we can't be late. God forbid anyone catches us making love in here."

The lust between us was incredible. My body contracted and I came in mom's pussy. There was a look in her eyes, one that I would never forget. She loved this. She loved that this was happening. Most of all, she loved that I shot a giant load of my cum inside of her pussy.

She continued working her pussy until I was drained and turning flaccid inside of her. Her face made a lustful expression while this was happening. She was loving this more than she would ever care to admit. There was something about the whole mother/son taboo which had drove her wild. The taboo was unbelievably hot.

"Good boy," she said, jokingly patting the top of my head like I was her puppy.

"You haven't cum yet," I noted, offering to do something for her. "Do you want me to rub your pussy really fast? I could lick it."

"There's no time for that. But who knows? Maybe when we're back in our room, we can have..."

Before mom could finish her sentence, someone called out with a Dutch accent:

"Jane, are you in here?" the woman said.

My mother's eyes widened and she jumped off me, my wet cock plopping out of her. We both stood up and tried to act presentable.

"We're in here," mom said to the other bridesmaid, who came into the room where we had just fucked. "I was showing something to my son."

"Oh, okay," the woman replied. "The wedding will begin as soon as you're ready."

Before the woman left, she noticed my cum soaked cock, then she looked at my mother, who instantly blushed. The woman winked at mom, which only made my mother blush even harder.

"You must have shown him something special," the woman said playfully. "I only wish there were more mothers like you."

Mom looked at me with an embarrassed expression as the woman left.

The wedding was a small and intimate event. The naked bridesmaids and naked groomsmen were all waiting by the altar. The fiance was waiting there.

All eyes turned to Aunt Helen, who looked gorgeous as she walked down the aisle. Her face was glowing and radiant from that recent fucking she received.

I looked at my mother again, standing by the altar. Mom also had the same radiant glow on her face from when I had fucked her moments earlier. I wondered what mom thought as she stood there. Was she thinking about dirty incestuous fantasies? Was she thinking about fucking her son again? Was she thinking about eating her younger sister's pussy again?

Then I noticed cum leaking down her thighs, from deep inside her pussy. It was my cum from before.

She looked panicked for a second. Then she thought quick. Everyone had their attention focused on Aunt Helen, who was still walking down the aisle.

Mom quickly scooped the cum from her thighs and pussy, then she put it in her mouth, sucking everything clean. It happened so fast that no one in the room noticed it. Well, except for me.

The End

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I walked down the stairs early morning to the sound of my mother arguing with someone over the phone. She was sitting by the dining room table wearing her robe and she slammed her phone down after she gave the last word.

"Ugghhh... what an asshole," she muttered to herself.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I sat down next to her.

She looked uncharacteristically dressed down without any makeup. Her hair was sloppily done and she looked like she was on the verge of tears- a stark contrast to the usual 'upbeat soccer mom' image she always presents herself as in public. And her public image was extremely important to her.

"It's nothing," she replied in a deflated tone. "Actually... I heard from a friend last night that my boyfriend had been out with another woman."

"So you think he's cheating?"

"Obviously."

"That could be anything," I said, trying to make her feel better. "For all you know, that could have been his sister or co-worker."

"My friend said that this other woman had her head buried in his lap in a parking lot. You know, going up and down. I don't want to get any more graphic than that."

"Oh."

She grabbed a tissue and wiped a tear from her eye. "I didn't want to believe that he was cheating on me either, so I called him just now to talk about it and he was tripping over his words. That jerk eventually admitted it. He tried telling me how she 'didn't mean anything to him' and how sorry he was."

"Jeez, I can't believe he would do something like that when he's already got someone like you."

"It's so hard to find a good man these days. I guess that I had been married to your father for so long that I forgot that some men don't know how to appreciate a good woman."

"Mom, you're one of the most beautiful and intelligent women I've ever met in my life. If a guy doesn't appreciate you, then he's an idiot and it's his loss."

"Thanks," she said with a warm smile. "You're the best. I'm lucky to have a young man like you in my life. You always know how to cheer me up."

"Of course, you pay the bills," I joked.

By the looks of things, mom appeared to lighten up for a moment.

"Cute."

"So I'm assuming it's over between you and him," I said.

She let out a loud sigh. "Well to me it's over. But he says he still wants to talk it over, even after I've made it clear that I don't want to see him anymore."

"Do you want him back? Do you want to give him a second chance or anything? Do you think he deserves it?"

"Not a chance," she replied immediately. "I can't trust him anymore. He's admitted that he'd been cheating for weeks. Weeks! He was messing around with her and then taking me out on dates."

"Asshole."

"I know he is. But he's adamant on working things out between us. He says he's going to call me back when I calm down."

"Mom, we have a party in a few hours," I pointed out.

"I know. He's no longer welcome here. But I think he's going to try and call me anyway, which would ruin the mood for me. I have family and friends to entertain!"

"Well, if you want my opinion," I said. "The best way for him to stop bothering you is to, I don't know, pretend you've been cheating on him too."

"What do you mean?"

"Tell him that you've been cheating on him with another guy also. That you don't want to work things out because you have someone else."

"I don't know if he'll believe it."

"Of course he will," I replied. "But only if you make it believable. I mean, he's been hiding his affair for weeks, who says you haven't been doing the same thing? Just make him believe that you've been cheating too, and he'll never want to see you again."

A grin slowly appeared on her face. "Making him jealous certainly doesn't sound like a bad idea. With the right presentation, I think it could work. If he could play the game, so can I."

"I've got a bad, bad, feeling about that mischievous look on your face," I said with a grin of my own.

"You're the one who gave me the idea," she replied playfully. "It would serve him right for cheating on me. But for now, we should forget him and get ready for the party. I want to look my best."

"Suddenly you seem a lot happier."

"Thanks to you. And I pride myself on being a great hostess of parties. Thanks sweetie."

She stood up and gave me a kiss on the forehead before heading up the stairs. Somehow, this seemed like only the beginning of a long day.

An hour had passed when my mother called me to her room. When I got there, she struck a model pose to show off the outfit she'd be wearing for the party.

"What do you think?" she asked, still looking fresh out of the shower. "Not bad for a 45 year old woman, right?"

Her hands were around her waist as she stood barefoot in a holiday hostess outfit. It mainly consisted of a thick red dress which came down to her knees, displaying her toned calves from all the long distance running she does. It showed off most of her arms, highlighting her regular yoga routine. She also wore an embellished large black belt buckle around her waist. A lot of effort was also put into her hair and makeup.

Simply put, she was stunning!

"You look fantastic," I replied honestly. "I don't think I've ever seen you so... dressed up for a party before."

"You can go ahead and say it."

I paused a moment. "Sexy."

"Thanks! Wait until you see my matching black boots. I saw this ensemble a few days ago and I just couldn't resist."

"I can see why. Is this still a family friendly party?" I joked.

She smiled, "Of course it is. I know it's a little more revealing than what I usually wear for these sorts of gatherings, but since this year's party will only have grown-ups, I figured why not? You only live once, right?"

"Did the break-up have anything to do with this?" I tried to pry out of her more details. "You seem like you're starting a new chapter in life or something."

She gave a purposefully coy look. "Maybe. Let's just say that I feel liberated and I want to look my best. And if you look good, you feel good."

Right on cue, her phone beeped as she received a text. She picked up the phone on a nearby table, and judging by the suddenly miserable look on her face when she read it, it had to be him.

"Ughh..." she sighed. "He's apologizing profusely. He also wants to come over right now to talk about things. The last thing I need is for him to come here and make a scene. Guests will be arriving soon. It'll ruin the party."

"Just call him back and tell him that you'll talk to him tomorrow."

"At this point, I don't think that would do any good." The same mischievous grin from earlier this morning suddenly re-appeared on her face. "I've got an idea; I don't know how you would feel about it, but I need a huge favor from you."

As soon as she said that, she tapped the screen on her phone, doing something which looked important.

"Sure. Anything."

She took a few steps forward and stood in front of me. "This is going to sound a bit weird, but can you pretend to be my 'secret boyfriend' for a moment? It's the only way he'll get a clue that it's over. It will only take 2 seconds."

"I guess so, but how exactly is..."

She suddenly grabbed the back of my neck with one hand, leaned forward, and planted a wet and strong kiss on my lips. It felt wonderful feeling her mouth forcefully pressed against mine. It happened so fast that I didn't know how to react.

Her mouth pulled away and her attention went back to her phone as she looked at the image on its screen.

"Here, have a look," she said, showing me the picture of our lips kissing. "I'm going to send that to him and he's going to freak out. It's a nice way of getting him back for what he's put me through all morning."

"Yeah... uh... I'm sure that would do the trick."

A little smirk appeared on her face. "You enjoyed that kiss, didn't you?"

"What!? Of course not! I was just going along with it since I knew you had your phone out."

"Oh, don't try to deny it. You're a young man with plenty of desires. I know what young men like. Trust me, us mothers talk, and it seems pretty common that college men your age would feel this way about us."

"Seriously?" I questioned, surprised that my demure mother would be talking about a subject like this.

"Yes, seriously. We've never had this talk before, but I want you to know it's nothing to be ashamed of. Mom or not, it's okay if you enjoyed that kiss we shared."

"I guess there's no point in denying it," I reluctantly replied.

"So you did like it?"

"Did you?"

She nodded. "You have nice lips. Of course I enjoyed it. Now I want you to admit it."

"Yes," I sighed. "It felt nice when you kissed me. Why do you want me to admit it so much?"

"Just in case we need to push this further. Hang on. He's waiting for my reply. Let's see how he reacts to the kissing pic. I'll text him that I'm kissing my new boyfriend."

Mom stood there and texted the picture to her ex-boyfriend along with her messages. Sure enough, a response came instantly.

"That certainly got a reaction," she said, her eyes on the phone. "I think he's upset. Lots of exclamation marks. Oh... now he's telling me how much he's screwed up. Wait a second... he's confessing to cheating on me with 3 other women at his work. That asshole. Hmm... he says that confession is to show his newfound honesty. His 'repentance.' Prick. He still wants to come over soon."

"Will you let him?"

"And ruin our annual holiday party? I don't think so."

"Then what are you going to do?" I asked.

A full blown grin appeared on her face. "Are you willing to push this even further? If that kissing pic forced him to confess his other flings, then who knows how he'll react if I send him something more risque."

For the first time in my life, I was seeing mom's naughty and mischievous side. It was a side she so desperately tried to suppress, in her bid to be the pillar of the community. But at least she had good reason. This guy was a jerk to my mom and he didn't deserve her.

"How risque are you talking about?" I asked. "You know how jealous ex-boyfriends can be. He could put these pictures online or something."

"First of all," she said. "He'd never do that, because he's sent me plenty of pictures of his penis over the past few months. Many of which have his face attached. If he ever leaked my pics, then he knows that his nude pics are going global."

I suddenly tensed at the awkward admission that my mother was in possession of a guy's nude pics.

She smiled with a hint of embarrassment. "Sorry, too much information."

"It's okay. What's the other reason? You said 'first of all,' which usually implies there's a second reason."

"Secondly, neither of our faces will be attached to these pics. They'll be vague selfies of my body parts, which can't be used to identify me. Just close ups. Perhaps naughty ones."

I gulped. "Really? Are you sure you want to do that with me?"

"It's extremely awkward, I know. And I apologize for putting you in this horrible position of pretending to be my new boyfriend. But if we don't stop him from coming over, there's going to be a huge dramatic scene and our party will be ruined. You're the only co... umm, I mean... you're the only guy available at the moment who I can trust with something like this."

"Wait, what were you about to say? Before you stammered."

She blushed. "Nothing. So are you interested or not?"

Before I could answer, she had gotten a slew of new text messages which caused her to gasp.

"Darn it," mom cursed. "He says he'll be here in two hours after he takes care of an errand for his work. Most of our guests will be here by then. If we're going to stop him, then it has to be now, and it has to be something that will get him to leave me alone forever. I'm tired of having my heart broken."

"The plan makes sense. You can count me in. You deserve the best and this guy is a creep. I'll do anything you need."

She paused for a moment before raising an eyebrow. "Anything?"

"Yes, well, anything within reason."

"I think I have an idea. I'm not sure how you'll feel about it."

"Tell me, and I'll let you know. Go ahead, you can suggest anything. I'm curious to what a proper lady like you has planned for revenge."

"Maybe I'm not as proper as you think," she replied. "Women are allowed to have a secret side."

"Now I have to know. What's your plan?"

She took a deep breath. "Well, I think we should send him a more explicit picture so he fully gets the message. Just so you know, he really loves cumming on my chest after a blowjob. So maybe I can offer you something that would make us both happy."

I froze in utter shock, completely speechless with my jaw dropped. Mom seemed mildly embarrassed and amused by my reaction.

"Seriously?" I asked.

She nodded. "It's only a suggestion. If you agree to this emergency plan, then I'll take my top off, and you masturbate until you orgasm. Once you finish on my chest, I'll take a selfie of my stained breasts and send it to him, explaining that my new-and-improved boyfriend is already taking care of me. Does that sound like something you would be interested in doing? I know it's awful, but it'll save the party."

"Are you sure about this?" I asked, unsure if she was serious or not. "You're upset and maybe you're too emotional right now. We shouldn't do anything while you're in a state like this."

Her fingers immediately went to work undoing the large black belt buckle. The look on her face remained neutral. It was like she was in business mode.

"Maybe this will help convince you," she said.

My eyes were glued to her chest as she pulled down her dress to reveal her chest. She wore a sexy white bra and my eyes were captivated by how athletic her upper body looked. Her arms and shoulders were nicely toned, yet feminine, and her stomach had nice definition, but with curves that reflected her middle age.

"Are you interested or not?" she asked playfully, noting my surprise.

"... Uh... yeah... sure..."

She sat down on the bed, and her hands reached behind her back to unclasp her bra.

"Good," she said. "Enjoy, because this is the only time you'll ever get to see them."

She flung the bra to the floor and her bare breasts looked firm and beautiful. They were average sized, and she had a bikini tan line where her breasts were pale white compared to the rest of her body. Her areolas were fairly wide for the size of her breasts, and they were light pink. As for her nipples, they were a darker shade of pink, large, and they stood out prominently. I couldn't tell if they were hard because she was cold, or because she was aroused.

"It looks like you see something you like," my mother said, looking at my growing bulge.

"What can I say? Your breasts are amazing. And those nipples? I can't believe how big they are. They're perfect."

She smiled and playfully pinched both of them for my viewing pleasure. "I'm glad you like them. Now get to work. Guests will be arriving soon."

"You actually want me too..."

"Yes, stroke, stroke, stroke. Then cum on my chest. Do it now."

I reached down to free my semi-erect cock which immediately sprang to life once my mother's eyes were on me. I began stroking myself to the sight of my mother's breast, and she made it easier for me to climax as she fondled herself and played with her big nipples. But what was almost as hot as seeing my mother's chest up close was seeing the curious look on her face. Her eyes lustfully stared at my hard cock while I was stroking, and her mouth was open and it looked like she wanted to lick her lips.

"That's it," she said, encouraging me. "Keep stroking it."

I stroked as fast as I could. And she continued playing with her breasts for me. When I started to breathe harder, she knew what was about to happen and she leaned forward to catch my orgasm which was squirting onto her tits. I hadn't cum in a while, so it was quite a mess I made on her.

When it was over, she leaned forward to show her appreciation by giving the head of my cock a big kiss, and she cleaned me by licking a few drops of cum from the tip of my penis.

She stood up and immediately headed towards the mirror to examine the mess I made on her chest.

"Perfect!" she exclaimed. "I only wish I could see the look on his face when he sees this."

My mother grabbed her phone and used the selfie feature to take a lewd image of her cum stained tits, showing nothing which could ever reveal her identity. She smiled when she reviewed the image, then she texted it to the cheating asshole.

"Oh my," mom gasped at the text messages she instantly received back, while still standing there topless. "He's upset that I have a new man, but the plan worked. He won't be coming over to the party. Or ever. It's officially over between us."

Mom looked satisfied that the plan worked. She put her phone down, still topless, and smiled at me.

"I'm glad," I replied. "You deserve better."

"The party is starting soon. I really need to clean myself up and get dressed again. Thanks for your help. You're the best 'new boyfriend' I could have ever asked for."

She winked at me and went straight to her bathroom.

It was mid-afternoon and the party went off without a hitch. Our house was filled with laughter from family and friends who were glad to see each other. As for my mother, she walked around with a big smile, proudly socializing with all of the guests. She looked really sexy in her tight little holiday outfit, which was now completed with her sexy high heeled black boots.

I was in the kitchen preparing more food, and the moment I was alone, my mother approached me to talk.

"The plan worked," she said in my ear. "I haven't heard from him since this morning. I really owe you for this. Anyway, how are you doing?"

"Great, thanks. And you're doing a fantastic job hosting this party as usual."

"Actually, I was referring to what we did earlier. Have you recovered yet? Or did I emotionally scar you for life? Regret it? Enjoy it? Tell me."

"Oh, that. Honestly, I've thought about it for the past few hours."

Mom raised an eyebrow. "In a good way? Or bad?"

"Nothing I can say in front of anyone else, if you catch my drift."

There was an amused look on mom's face as she glanced down at me towards my crotch. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was aroused.

"Will it be a problem?" she asked with a sneaky innuendo. "As the party hostess, I can't have you standing around with a hard-on."

I gulped. "That would look terrible for both of us."

"It certainly would. We've already solved the problem of my ex-boyfriend. Now it seems we have another issue at hand. Meet me in the basement in 2 minutes. I'll take care of this situation for you."

"Are you sure?" I asked, partially excited, partially nervous.

"I'm your mother. Do as I say."

We headed down the stairs, unnoticed by all of the guests who were too busy chatting. Once we got there, my mother held me by the hand as she leaned her back against the washing machine.

"So you've still been thinking about your own mother?" she asked in an aroused tone. "Letting you cum all over my tits wasn't enough?"

My heart started beating faster and I know hers did as well.

"Unfortunately it wasn't. Why do I get the feeling that taking those naughty selfies has excited you?"

"Because it has," she answered. "It was wrong. It was horrible. I acted impulsively and I know I'll regret it."

"But?" I asked, prying for more.

"It was the most thrilling thing I've ever done in my entire life. My hands were almost shaking when you came on my breasts. And watching you stroke yourself in front of me-- oh my god -- it was surreal. My own son."

My cock throbbed. She must have sensed the subtle shifts in my body because she reached down and grabbed my cock through my clothes.

"Wow," I gasped.

She grinned. "You got to cum earlier. And you're already hard again. My pussy has been drenched since this morning. That's not fair."

"And what do you think we should do about it?"

"At the very least, we can't have you walking around the house with a hard-on. It'll scare the guests."

She reached below again, but this time to pull her panties down to her boots, and she kicked them off to the side. She put her hands on the edge of the washing machine and lifted herself so that she could sit on it, and then she spread her legs open to expose her bare pussy.

"You know what to do," mom said in a rushed tone. "Make it quick. And make me cum while you're at it."

I looked down in delight to see her cleanly shaven crotch. It had the same bikini tan line as her breasts, where the skin was pale white compared to her tanned athletic legs. Her labia was thin and light brown. And I saw a pool of wetness on her pink insides from how aroused she was.

I pulled my pants down, exposing myself, and I took a step forward to press my erection against her entrance. She wrapped her arms and athletic legs around me and pulled me closer to her. We were face to face, looking each other straight in the eyes as I pushed my manhood deep inside of her body.

It felt sensational being in my mother. But as much as I loved that feeling, I got even more pleasure from seeing that look on her face. It was a look which showed how much pleasure she was getting from this insanely taboo experience. Her eyes were open wide and filled with lust as her own son penetrated her. The tip of her nose wiggled slightly with each of her facial movements. And her mouth was panting and moaning, and I was able to feel her hot breath on my skin.

She became wetter with every thrust I gave. Her panting became harder. Neither of us cared that we were having sex while our family and her friends were upstairs chatting away. If anything, it made the moment even more erotic because of how big the taboo we were committing, with just an unlocked door separating us from everyone else.

"Oh fuck," she cursed.

Mom came hard and her eyes rolled back. Her body tensed and contracted. Then her body seemed to go limp for a moment before she composed herself while I was still fucking her. Knowing her, she didn't allow herself to relax that much because she still had a party to host.

"That's it... fuck me... fuck your mother..." she moaned lustfully, coming back life after her orgasm.. "I want you to cum inside me this time."

Hearing my respectable mother talk so dirty and seeing her cum so hard sent me to my climax. I thrusted as hard as I could, shooting a large load of cum deep inside her wet pussy. I didn't stop pumping my cock until every last drop of sperm was released in her.

When it was done, we both breathed deeply.

"God that felt amazing," I moaned in my mother's ear a moment after I finished. "I can't believe we just did that."

She was still breathing heavily. "Neither can I. Getting fucked by my son wasn't exactly on wish list this year, or any other year. But I enjoyed it."

"So did I, obviously. Thanks for letting me do this."

"There's no need to thank me," she replied. "It was necessity. And I needed that more than you did. Now if you'll excuse me, I have guests to attend to."

She gave me a gentle push to get my flaccid cock out of her body. She got off the edge of the washing machine, and without bothering to clean her cum drenched pussy, she put her panties on and left the basement with a smile.

It was night when the party was finally over. I watched my mother say her 'goodbyes' to the last of our guests with hugs and smiles, and when they left, she gave me a look of appreciation.

"I'm so glad this party turned out well," she said happily, but exhausted. "It was almost an utter disaster."

"What can I say? You can manage anything."

She smiled back at me and replied, "Thanks for everything. You've been a tremendous help today and you're the only man in my life. The only one that matters, anyway. I want to make sure you understand that."

"I'm always glad to be of service."

Her look of appreciation suddenly turned into something more serious.

"Look, I know what we did today isn't normal by any means. And, well, there are still some things I want to go over with you. Come to my room in a few minutes. I really need to clear my head first."

I waited a few minutes like she asked. When I headed towards the stairs to see her, I saw that her black boots were sloppily tossed on the stairway. Her red dress was left on the hallway floor upstairs. Finally, I saw her bra by the entrance to her bedroom, and her panties by the bathroom door.

As I followed her trail of clothing and undergarments, I approached her bathroom which was filled with the sound of her shower running. It was loud, and when I saw the view inside her bathroom, I understood why- her shower door was wide open and steam was everywhere.

I stood in awe of my mother's nudity. Seeing parts of her at different times was one thing, but seeing her bare physique in its entirety was something else. Her body looked jaw dropping as she stood under the steamy running water, letting the soap and shampoo flow freely down her frame. It was especially arousing watching her breasts jiggle while her hands were up rubbing her hair in the water.

She suddenly realized that I was standing there watching her after the shampoo was rinsed off, and she said, "I was just finishing up. Why don't you join me? You look like you could use a hot shower."

I didn't need to be offered twice. I pulled my clothes off and threw them on the floor, the same way she had carelessly threw her clothes off around the house. Her eyes were curiously looking at my naked body the same way I had looked at hers. And when I got in the shower with her, she greeted me with a big hug, pressing her breasts and nipples firmly against my body.

"What a day," she said with a sigh of relief.

"I know. But honestly, I'm glad things happened the way it did."

Her eyes became filled with a look of complete sincerity. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about. I never would have thought that committing acts of incest would feel the way it did. And frankly, it feels so natural being with you. You've always been there for me, unlike those jerks I've been dating. And after what we've been through today, I can't help but think about what it would be like if it continued."

"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" I replied.

"I might be crazy enough to. We could try taking things one step at a time and see where things go. I think we'll get through it."

"I'm not too worried about that. I'm sure it's going to work out fine. And if we're actually going to continue this, then I'd expect you to treat me like any other guy you'd date."

A tiny smirk appeared on her face. "If you're referring to the blowjobs I gave him regularly, and you want the same deal, all you had to do was ask."

She casually got down on her knees, with my back blocking the shower water from hitting her face. She wasted no time taking my penis in her mouth. Her lips wrapped themselves around my cock and she bobbed her head back and forth while she was sucking me off. Her mouth felt incredible. It was warm and tight and her tongue was constantly moving.

My cock throbbed in her mouth even more as she looked up at me with her large beautiful eyes. It was an expression which read, 'look at how dirty your own mother can be for you.'

She spit my cock out of her mouth the moment she felt it pulsating. Both of her hands quickly went to work stroking my shaft furiously and playing with my scrotum. Her wet tongue swirled around the head of my cock, and her lips gave me gentle kisses in between.

My mother, being the experienced woman that she was, sensed that I was on the verge of cumming and stroked me furiously and kept her mouth wide open in front of me. I shot a hot load of cum onto her waiting tongue, and she continued sticking it out until I was completely drained.

Once she finished giving me the best blowjob I've ever gotten in my life, she looked up at me once again with an innocent look on her face, and she swallowed. She gulped it down and licked her lips clean. She then stood up and gave me another big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Did that finally take care of your needs for the day?" she asked lovingly.

"I'm afraid so," I jokingly replied. "But I can't speak for tomorrow."

She smiled, "And to think, today was my first time ever taking selfies. I never thought they'd be so naughty, and with you of all people. Now look at us. You came on my breasts earlier today, we fucked in the middle of the party, and I just finished sucking your cock. Life is strange, and I love it."

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The good news was that the agency was extremely interested in signing Natalie to a modeling deal.

The bad news was Natalie was currently on a family vacation in Spain, and the agency needed a few more risqué shots to help finalize their decision.

It was a real dilemma since there were other gorgeous young women who the agency was looking to sign. If she waited for the vacation to end and the rest of her portfolio came late, all the best contracts would already be taken and she'd be left without a deal.

Currently, she was at an uncle's beach house, where more family members were soon expected to cram the place. Obviously that meant no privacy, and no photoshoots.

She loved her family dearly, but work was work. Modeling was the career she wanted!

Luckily the internet connection was great and she had a new phone with an amazing high resolution camera. She emailed someone from the agency and they were fine with her sending more shots from her phone. And since these were racier shots, she'd have to take them alone, as selfies.

More guests had just arrived to the beach house that morning, coming from places throughout Spain and lesser known parts of Europe. After giving them hugs and kisses, Natalie snuck back to the guest room she shared with her brother.

One of the benefits of staying in a place like this was that the room was classic European and rustic, exuding a unique charm which can't be found in America. With the large window and balcony towards the ocean in the background, she'd have the opportunity to take amazing shots of herself.

Natalie looked herself in the mirror and purposefully messed up her hair, then tossed it back, giving herself a breezy, casual appearance -- perfect for the Spanish ambiance.

The next order of business was her outfit. She was barefoot, with shorts, and she wore a 'Real Madrid' soccer tshirt she had bought at the market the day before. It probably wouldn't be the best look since it represented another country. Plus she had specifically been told that the agency wanted to see some 'racy' shots before they made their final decision.

She pulled her tshirt off, standing in her black bra before looking in her open luggage to see what else she could wear. Then she realized that the black bra was plenty racy. The European style cut was highly erotic in her opinion.

Now for the pose. She had the traditional look of a young model, long and thin. She had always been told that her legs were the best features on her body, so she wanted to show them off. For her first selfie, she decided to stand in front of the full-length mirror. She leaned on her left side. One hand held her phone to the mirror, and her other hand was slyly in the pocket of her shorts. She gave a seductive look to the mirror as her thumb was ready to press the screen and take the selfie shot.

Her impromptu self-photoshoot was interrupted when the doorknob turned. Thankfully she had locked it.

"Open up," her brother complained.

"Hang on. Hang on."

She put her phone down and slipped her tshirt back on.

When she was ready, she went to the door and opened it.

"Yes?" she asked, blocking the entrance.

"What do you mean, yes? Scoot over. I need to get in."

Natalie gave a mock sigh. "What do you need?"

She stepped away from the door and Chris entered the bedroom.

"I was getting sunscreen," he said, digging in his bag. "Almost everyone is outside. Why are you inside here with the door locked?"

"I'm working."

He gave a puzzled expression. "In a guest bedroom?"

"It's a long story," she replied. "I've been emailing with the talent agency and they're closely considering my portfolio. They want a few more shots of me before they can give me a contract, and I'm about to send some selfies."

"Don't they have enough pictures already?"

"They want sexy pictures," she said bluntly. "So I'll send them sexy selfies. Problem solved, but I have to do it now."

"Oh. Can it wait? More people are coming soon. We're having a great time already."

"I'll be down in 20 minutes at the most. I need to take some hot pictures and email them."

"Why now?"

"Competition is fierce," she replied.

"And they're still awake? What time is it in America?"

Natalie roared with laughter. "New Yorkers don't fuck around when it comes to late night parties, or snapping up the hottest new models at any hour. It's a super fast industry and I have to beat my competitors to the punch."

"Got it," he nodded. "Well, see you downstairs soon. Good luck."

"Thanks Chris."

To speed things up, Natalie grabbed her brother firmly by the wrist and pulled him towards the door, where she escorted him out.

In the midst of kicking him out, a thought came to mind: Chris was a current film major in college. His dream was to work behind the camera in the entertainment industry. Surely he'd be of great use.

"I've changed my mind," she said, yanking him back into the room, then closing and locking the door.

"The party is downstairs," he quipped.

"Not about that. I've changed my mind about tossing you out. On second thought, maybe I could use you."

"Selfies aren't my thing. And I don't know much about modeling."

"No, but you do know about film and capturing beautiful shots, don't you? Isn't that what you're doing in college every semester?"

"Well, yeah, but..."

"But nothing," she said, cutting him off. "This deal means everything to me and I need my selfies to be perfect."

He shrugged. "Fine, I guess. Can you give me an idea of what they're looking for? Or do you just send them your best shots?"

Natalie grabbed her phone. "Here, let me show you."

She went on the internet to the agency's modeling website, then handed the phone to her brother.

"Jeez," he gasped softly, looking at the phone.

The pictures were of scantily clad, sometimes naked women, posing in the most seductive and irresistible manner possible. All the images were elegant and stunning, with a great deal of class.

"I know," she said. "That's a tough standard to reach with just my phone and this room."

"I meant, do I have to help you take pictures like these?"

She batted her eyelashes. "Please? We'll be super quick. It'll be our family vacation secret."

"Aren't you going to be embarrassed posing like that in front of me?"

"Not really," she replied. "It's part of the job."

"Okay, fine. How should we do this?"

"I'll take a few selfies. You give me pointers. I'll email them and they'll give me feedback right away."

"They're expecting your email and they'll reply right away?"

"They're working and partying all night," she shrugged. "Hey, cocaine is a hell of a drug."

"I'm sure it is. Let's get started on these selfies before people think we're ditching the family party."

"Excellent idea."

Natalie grabbed the hem of her tshirt and she flung it overhead, standing in her black bra and grey shorts. She was completely unabashed wearing her bra in front of her brother.

If Chris was admiring her body, she didn't mind. She was flattered by the brotherly attention.

She took her phone back. "Can you stand to the side? I have an idea for a series of selfie shots in front of the mirror."

"Sure."

Chris stepped away and Natalie struck the same pose as before. She turned her hips and waist to the side and tried giving a seductive facial expression to the mirror.

She put one hand in her pocket, and with her other hand, she snapped a picture. Then another. Then another.

"This is the first batch," she said. "What do you think?"

She showed her brother the phone and they both agreed that the images were sensational. Her fingers tapped the screen and she sent an email to the agency people, who were doing God-knows-what at this hour.

"You seem nervous," he noted, after the email was sent.

"For sure. I mean, I'm at a disadvantage here. Portfolio shots are supposed to be done on film with professionals. Not on a freaking phone. But oh well. They understand that I'm on a family trip. Plus they love the fact that I'm in Spain."

"Well, you have a great body to compensate."

She smiled, "Thanks."

The phone beeped.

"Oh shit," she said.

Natalie had an incoming email from the agency people. She opened it:

Love the pics Natti!!!

Got anything more bare?

Also, try to be sexier. Reach your full potential. Love where this is headed with you. Great potential!

Love, Rammi

Sent from iPhone 6S Plus

"Hmm..." she moaned to herself, while showing the phone to her brother. "Not racy enough."

"How much more do they expect?"

"You know," she said suggestively.

"No, not really."

"Those pics on their website. That's the standard they want."

"Nude?" he asked.

"Yep. That's the modern world of modeling. Nude or partially nude. Wearing a bra is for bitches."

"Should I leave?"

She shook her head. "Now is the critical moment. I need your input on how to increase my selfie game."

"You know what, screw the selfies. I'll just take the pics for you. It'll look so much nicer and classier."

Natalie thought about it, then shook her head again. "I don't think that'll work. They know I'm on a family vacation. Otherwise, what am I going to say? That I let my brother take nude pictures of me? No way."

They both laughed at the absurdity.

"Let's hurry up already," he said. "Should I turn around?"

"No need. I've mastered the breast-covering-technique."

With one arm, Natalie used her forearm to cover the front part of her chest. With her free hand, she reached back to unclasp her bra, tossing it to the bed. She was now topless, revealing her bikini tan lined upper body, with her nipples perfectly covered by her forearm.

"You're good at that," Chris noted, trying not to ogle at her skin.

"Modeling is a skill. Strategically being able to cover naughty parts at all times is one of them. Now I'll strike a few more poses and you give me your thoughts."

"How about by the curtains?" he suggested.

"That could work."

"The scenery is beautiful outside with the bright blue Spanish beach in the background. The wind is blowing. The curtains will wave. It'll look hot."

She nodded. "You see, I knew you had a good eye for this stuff."

Natalie opened the window and let the breeze in. She could also hear the sounds of their family talking and laughing and catching up. It gave her a sense of urgency. It also made her feel odd that while her family was downstairs socializing, she was upstairs in the bedroom, topless with her brother.

Time was of the essence.

When she dropped her arm to cover herself with the curtain, both tits were momentarily exposed to her brother, showing him those tiny pink nipples of hers.

"Oops," she smiled, with the curtain now wrapped around her chest.

He smiled back, "No big deal."

The phone beeped.

"Hold on a sec," she said.

There was a brief email from the agency:

Nat Nat,

We're looking at ur pics. Face not convincing enough. Can you try the D'Angelo technique?

Love, Rammi

Sent from iPhone 6S Plus

She showed the message to her brother.

"They really really really want me to step up my game," she said.

"What do they mean though?"

"Have you ever heard that rumor about D'Angelo's music video for 'How Does It Feel?' I think it was in the late 90's or something."

"I don't think so."

Natalie explained, "Well, in the video, it's just him shirtless, and he looks naked. He's basically just standing there singing for the entire video. The rumor is that, just below the camera's view, a woman was going down on him. That's supposedly what helped him reach his full range of emotion while singing for the music video-- getting blown."

"Jesus."

"Hey, you can't argue with the results. The final product looks amazing and soulful, whether the rumor was true or not."

"So what exactly do they expect you to do?" he asked.

She blushed and smiled, "Do I really have to spell it out?"

"Oh, I think I get it."

"They want me to play with my pussy while I take more selfies."

"Is it even legal for them to ask you to do that?"

"The modeling world has its own rules," Natalie explained. "The industry is built around selling sex. Models who rise to the top are the ones who are the most comfortable in their own skin, and with their own sexuality. Is this a common technique? Not exactly. But it's work. I know of other successful models in this agency who do similar things during a photo shoot."

"Really? I need to dropout of college and become a photographer."

She laughed, "Focus on my selfies first."

"Seriously though, women sometimes masturbate during a shoot?"

Natalie nodded. "It's a highly effective technique if done correctly. Or... nevermind."

"What? Tell me?"

"Sometimes they'll go further. Like if a model is doing close-up shots of her face and upper body, a 'fluffer' on set would be doing stuff to her... you know... down below in a private region."

"Like?" he questioned.

"You know, stuff. Fingers. Tongue. Lips. Sometimes cock, if necessary, if there's a male fluffer on set."

"Oh, wow."

Natalie lifted an eyebrow and nodded. "That's the price to pay for capturing amazing pictures. Trust me, it's super weird at first, but after a while... ummm... actually, let's just get started."

They looked at each other in a moment of silence and supreme awkwardness at the accidental revolution.

"You were fluffed before?" he asked, in a curious, yet brotherly teasing kind of way.

She blushed. "Not with a cock or anything. I've never had sex on a photoshoot, just so we're crystal clear about that."

"Then what happened? A guy used his fingers on you? That's crazy."

"First of all, it's not crazy. Secondly, it wasn't a guy."

"A woman? What did she do?"

"Why do you want to know?" she asked.

Chris regained composure of himself. "Forgot it. Let's move on."

It was mildly amusing to Natalie, knowing that she had gotten her younger brother so flustered for a moment.

"If you're that interested," she said, "a female staff member went down on me. It happened only once."

"Oral?"

She nodded. "Yep, oral. My first time feeling another woman's lips on my pussy. It was nice. Really nice. She was pretty, too. I didn't cum, because we got the pictures we wanted and I was too embarrassed to ask her to continue. Plus it's totally unprofessional to ask for more fluffing once the shots are complete. So now you know."

"Did it work?" he gulped.

"I'm super close to nabbing a contract with a big time New York agency. I'd say the fluffing part worked pretty well. That's why they're asking me to fluff myself. To bring my best qualities out."

He gulped harder. "You're actually going to do it? Here? Now? In front of me?"

An epiphany came to mind. Sure, it's totally unorthodox and improper, but it might be crazy enough to work. She glanced down at her brother's shorts and noticed a bulge poking on the front.

Maybe this was the fuel she needed.

As she quickly pondered these deviant thoughts, she could feel her small pink nipples hardening against her forearms which covered them. She could also feel a wetness pooling in between her legs. She wondered if her brother could smell it.

The sounds outside grew louder. A car had just parked and more relatives had arrived. Soon, their mother would most definitely come up stairs and drag them down to the family party, or maybe even scold them for hiding in the room while the family gathering was going on.

A decision had to be made. So she made it.

"Look," she said. "I'll make you a deal. If I get the contract, I'll buy you an Xbox One along with five games. In exchange, you'll have to do whatever it takes to allow me to make the ultimate set of selfies."

"Nice! I'm desperate for a new Xbox. I've already said I'll do it though."

"I mean it. You'll have to put in work."

"What else are you expecting?"

She took a deep breath. "Be my fluffer. Just for a few minutes."

"Are you shitting me?" he asked, eyes wide.

"I'd never joke like that. I'm being serious. Fluff me real quick. It'll be over fast."

He looked incredulous. "You want me to... eat your pussy?"

"No!!!"

"Isn't that what a fluffer does though?"

She took a deep breath and reset. "Sorry. Let me correct myself. By 'fluffer,' for this current shoot, I want you to use your fingers."

"On your pussy?"

"Yes."

"How much do you need me to fluff? I mean, to what extent?"

"I don't know," she replied. "That's up to you. Rub my clit. Rub my lips. Maybe go inside a little. Things like that."

"You've kind of lost your mind."

"No, but you need an Xbox. Chris, I can see your bulge. You're fucking rock hard."

He adjusted his posture. "Let's just get this over with. Do you still want me to do it?"

"Yes, just don't lick me. Don't try to fuck me either."

"You've officially gone crazy."

She smiled, "We'll compromise; if you do a good job fluffing me, I'll let you lick me five times."

"You wish. I'll try to keep you quiet."

"Oh?"

"My ex-girlfriend was a masturbation aficionado," he said. "She taught me everything about pussy. I know how to finger a pussy better than most women do. So I'll keep it down, otherwise our family might hear us."

She grinned so wide. "That sounds like a challenge."

"It's a cautionary note."

"Let's start," she said. "The stakes are higher. You'll be touching me anyway. And in all likelihood, you'll be seeing my pussy when you touch it. Without further ado, here it goes."

Natalie stepped away from the curtain and allowed her bikini tan lined breasts to show freely. She made no attempt to cover them. She allowed her brother to soak in the sight of her small pink nipples.

With one hand, she pulled her shorts and panties down, then kicked them away. She stood completely naked and her crotch also had a bikini tan line from all the sunbathing she had done the past two days. Before the trip started, she had gotten a Brazilian wax, so her cunt was completely clean.

"You be the director," she said, striking a naked pose. "So direct me."

He gulped, staring at her body. "Since I'll be fluffing you, it might be best with you on the bed. Flat on your back. Feet up behind you. Point the camera upward to capture the Spanish-style home, which would look great in a pic."

"What will you be doing?"

"On my knees... ummm... so I can put my hand below without being seen in any of the selfie shots."

She smiled, "I like those ideas. Simple yet effective."

They both tensed, looking each other straight in the eyes.

Natalie made the first move. She turned around, showing her small, up-curved ass which had the same bikini tan lines. She strutted to the bed, enjoying the thrill of teasing her brother. Then she laid on her stomach, keeping her feet up for the background.

"Why do you want me to fluff you?" Chris asked, getting on his knees by the bed. "You could have just fluffed yourself."

"Honestly, it's just so weird, so taboo, having you touch me there and seeing me like this, that it'll get me worked up in a different kind of way. It'll be new feelings for me to digest. Does that make sense at all?"

"Yeah. I'm sure I'll feel that way."

Chris held out his hand, then hesitated before touching.

"Go ahead," she encouraged him. "I know you want to. My pussy is friendly and I've always been told that it's delicious. Go on, touch it while it's hot."

She spread her knees so that her anus and pussy were showing. It glistened with her wetness. She remained still as her brother touched it and slipped two fingers below to find her clitoris.

"You're drenched," he said.

She smiled at him. "Let's wrap this up. Put your fingers in."

Natalie gasped as her brother plunged his fingers inside her pussy, while she pointed the phone at herself. The fingering sensation in her little hole was sensational and hitting all the right places. Chris was right. He had amazing technique.

And the intense taboo of the situation was leaving Natalie flustered in ways she never thought possible. She saw herself on the phone and was pleased with her facial expressions.

"Duck your head a little," she said. "Your hair is in the selfie."

"Oh, got it."

Chris ducked further, with his fingers still inside.

She made seductive faces at the phone and took more shots of herself. She made sure to capture her feet pointed upwards along with the Spanish style ceiling of the room, which enhanced the images.

Instead of using email to send the pics, Natalie used Google Chat, which saved her the hassle of having to type anything. She sent one after another of different shots.

She rolled over, carefully not to twist her brother's arm, and laid on her back. For a moment, her entirely nude figure had been exposed to Chris, but with his fingers inside of her, that didn't seem to matter anymore.

Natalie grabbed her blanket and used it to cover her tits. Then she fully extended her arm and took more pics of her face and upper body, while she made naughty expressions.

"Oh fuck," she moaned. "You're so good at that."

"I told you," he said with pride.

She sent more pics, then held her phone to her chest. "Shit, you're going to make me cum if you keep going."

"Do you want me to make you cum?" he asked hesitantly, with his fingers still working inside her.

The question caught her totally off guard, and all she could do was look at him and think about the brotherly offer.

"I... ummm..."

Suddenly, there was knocking on their door, and they both froze in their tracks.

"Natalie, Christopher, are you two in there?" Mom hollered outside the door.

"Yes!" Natalie answered. "We'll be right down!"

The doorknob twisted and turned.

Mom hollered again. "Why is this door locked? Open up."

"Fuck," she whispered to her brother. "Pull your fingers out."

Natalie put her phone down ran over to her open luggage to grab a large tshirt to cover her naked body. It was her favorite tshirt for sleeping in. Wearing it was a lot quicker than putting on her bra and panties, along with everything else.

After all, her only objective in the short term was shooing her mother away for a minute.

She opened the door and Mom rushed into the room with excitement, grabbing both Natalie and Chris by their arms.

"Downstairs you two," Mom said with much eagerness. "Right now. You have to see your aunts and uncles. And your cousins have become adults!"

Natalie tried to protest. "Mom, I need to change my clothes really quick."

"Nonsense!" Mom exclaimed with the utmost enthusiasm. "You look amazing. Glowing, almost. No more excuses. Downstairs, now."

In her motherly way, she pulled the siblings downstairs. Chris didn't really have a problem, other than having wet fingers and a bulging erection, which he was able to hide with the proper adjustment.

On the other hand, Natalie was completely naked underneath the large tshirt she used for sleeping in. For the first time in her entire life, she was grateful for having small nipples, otherwise they'd be poking through the fabric because of how fucking aroused she was.

And as they were being hurried down the stairs, Natalie felt a gust of warm breeze from the open doors running up her thighs and onto her wet, aching pussy. She prayed to the heavens that a gust of wind wouldn't send the bottom of her tshirt upwards, exposing her pussy and ass to the entire family.

Once there, Natalie was greeted by distant relatives she hadn't seen in many years. Uncles, aunts, and cousins who had all become adults now.

"Hey, look at you!"

"Your mother told me about your potential modeling contract. You're so beautiful you could do anything."

"My god, is that really you? You look stunning."

The well-wishes and compliments came along with customary Spanish hugs and kisses. With each hug Natalie got, she made sure to tilt her upper body forward, so that her bare tits wouldn't mash against anyone's chest.

And everyone once and a while, she looked down to make sure that her nipples weren't poking through. Thankfully they weren't.

She was equally as self-conscious about her legs. The tshirt was only long enough to cover the area just below her ass. The rest of her bare legs were on display as she walked barefoot. The amount of skin showing had garnered some glances from her relatives; some briefly admiring her model figure, others, mostly her older aunts, wondering why she'd dress so scantily for a big family gathering.

Once she had formally greeted everyone, she had to go find her brother. She loved her family with all her heart, but surely this reunion could wait another few minutes.

She grabbed her brother's arms and pulled him up the stairs.

"Holy fucking shit," she said, breathing a huge sigh of relief, as she leaned against the bedroom door after closing it.

"You did good downstairs, for someone who's naked underneath," he teased.

"Very fucking funny. It was a miracle that no one noticed."

"Or did they?" he teased again.

"God, I hope not. Now back to business."

Natalie sprinted to her phone and checked her Google Chat. Sure enough, there were replies.

"I missed a bunch of messages," she said, showing her brother the phone. "Let's check."

Together, they looked at the chat messages from the man from the agency.

- Love it!

- Love the look in your eyes!

- Amazingly convincing

- Love the backdrop. Can we see more of the room? Can you send a short vid? We'd love to see your magic. You are too good to be true!

- We're ready to give you a contract

Reading the messages, Natalie's heart was overjoyed. Her eyes were wide and she yanked her tshirt over her head, getting completely naked once again without any hint of shame. The jubilation she felt made the nudity in front of her brother feel effortless.

"Now we need to take this thing to the next level," she said deviantly. "Make me cum while I take more selfies and a quick video clip. Then the contract is mine."

He slowly nodded. "I think that'll work."

"You suddenly seem more interested in my pussy," she said playfully.

"It's for the best. These contracts are lucrative."

His eyes wandered off down to Natalie's naked figure.

"And my pussy feels nice," she winked. "Just admit it."

"Of course it does. So did my fingers, right? I could tell how close you were to cumming."

An extremely naughty thought came to Natalie's mind. One that she was so surprised to have even considered.

"If that's how your fingers feel," Natalie said suggestively, "then your cock must work wonders."

Chris's jaw nearly dropped. "You can't be serious. Can you?"

"I'm naked, close to landing my dream job, and you've already finger-banged me. You're damn right I'm serious."

He gulped. "If you insist."

"I know you want to."

Natalie reached below and grabbed her brother's crotch. His cock was softer than before, but instantly turned rock hard upon being touched. She squeezed and massaged it.

"We're really going to regret this," he said lustfully.

"I know. Chris, I know. Until then, be gentle with my pussy. I've got a tight one."

She released her brother's cock and thought about where their incestuous fucking would take place. With the breeze coming in along with the ocean view, she simply couldn't resist.

Natalie walked over to the open window. Even though she could hear her family talking outside, she still wanted that spot. She wanted the sunlight on her face, wind blowing in her hair, and the Spanish style decor in the background.

Once ready, leaning against the window frame, she bent her knees and stuck out her tan-lined butt.

She twitched when she felt her brother's hands along her hips.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

Natalie felt the tip of his erection rubbing against her butt. Not the bulge of his shorts. His actual, bare cock!

She readied her phone. "My pussy is nearly dripping. I mean that literally. It's waiting for you."

In a split second, Natalie was caught off guard when her brother grabbed her hips and pulled them to the right position, then he guided his cock to her labia.

She spread her ankles so her pussy would spread wider and her pussy would be easier to access. She was naturally lubricated, so slipping in was easy.

Chris grunted as he thrust himself inside her. It was a serious contrast to Natalie's ears, hearing her brother grunting while preparing to fuck her, while also hearing more of their family going outside for a barbecue.

When he grabbed her waist tightly and gave a thrust, pushing his long erection up her cunt -- inch by inch -- it was Natalie's turn to gasp. Her pussy was small and it was a slow ride inward.

"Fuck you're tight," he grunted.

She grimaced, "You better be enjoying this."

"You bet I am."

He kept on pushing and he went all the way inside her. Natalie's pussy was fully stretched, and her toes curled onto the floor and her face made weird expressions. Her eyelashes batted and her nostrils flared.

The stretching sensation in her pussy felt euphoric. It was like her pussy and her brother's cock were a match made in heaven.

They fucked in a slow and steady motion. Her body rocked back and forth with each push. Chris was being very careful with her pussy, while also indulging in both of their carnal pleasures.

Natalie lifted the phone to her face and extended her arm.

"Can you tilt your head to the left, please?" she said in a low voice from being fucked.

"Got it."

Chris kept on fucking as he tilted his head. Then Natalie snapped a slew of selfies. The images showed her bare shoulders, the Spanish style background, and the look of sensual pleasure on her face.

When the selfie pics were done, Chris returned to position and really went to work on her pussy. Natalie nearly cried from how hard she was being ravished and she pressed her face against the window frame.

"Holy shit," she moaned, closing her eyes for a moment of pleasure. "I... I need to take the video clip. Can... you... oh god... slow down?"

He kept fucking her hard. "Do you promise to let me cum inside you after?"

"Fuck yes."

"Deal."

Chris slowed his thrusts and moved his head out of view. Then Natalie readied her phone again, this time to record a video.

There was a sudden burst of laughter outside and Natalie hesitated to record. It would have been awkward with all that laughter appearing on the video clip, especially since the people from the agency knew that she was on a family vacation.

When the laughter died down, Natalie was ready to hit record.

"Fuck me slower," she said. "Don't make any noise either. I'm about to record."

"Got it."

When their fucking grinded to a halt, and his cock was still buried deep in her tight pussy, Natalie recorded her face, giving a short array of different facial expressions.

As she recorded, she still savored the sensation of her brother's cock throbbing so hard inside of her pussy. It was agony having him stop like that. And she was sure it was just as painful for Chris to hold himself there without being able to thrust. But it was worth the amazing video clip she was shooting of herself.

She heard the sounds of food being grilled, followed by the different aromas. The family party was in full swing, and soon, more distant relatives would arrive, as she was upstairs getting fucked by her brother.

It was time to wrap things up.

"Fuck me," she whispered after turning off the recorder, then resting her face against the window frame. "Do it hard and fast."

Her body rocked back and forth as she was preparing to send the selfies and short video clip to the agency man, while people were laughing, talking, and cooking outside. The bedroom filled with the noises of the siblings moaning and groaning, along with the wet slaps of Chris's crotch pounding against Natalie's firm ass, as his hard cock plunged inside of that tight little pussy.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum," he grunted, going even faster.

"Hmm... Do it. You've earned it."

Natalie hit send and the images were transferred. Chris held her hips tight as he filled her cunt with his fresh, hot cum. She savored the feeling of her insides being coated with her brother's seed.

She closed her eyes as Chris generously reached around and rubbed her clit furiously, sending her over the edge.

"Oh gosh," she mumbled.

Unlike her brother, Natalie was naturally loud. Normally, she'd scream while her pussy was under this kind of stress and her orgasm was this intense. But she couldn't. Instead, she clenched her jaw and came silently. God forbid she accidentally let her entire family know what was happening.

Her toes clenched onto the floor and her orgasm trickled down her legs. Her knees felt weak and she was amazed she didn't collapse.

"That was sensational," she whispered, leaning against the window after they both came.

He rubbed her butt. "Jesus. We should really be going now, before mom drags us downstairs again."

"She'd freak if she saw this," Natalie giggled.

"That's for sure."

Natalie checked her phone as her brother pulled his cock out of her soaked pussy. She looked at the pics again. They were amazing. She watched the video briefly, and to her horror, she saw Chris's face in the background for a split second.

"Oh my god!" she cried, nearly sobbing at her error. "They'll know I'm a brother-fucker!"

"Keep it down," he hissed. "Someone outside might hear you. Then we'd really be screwed. Besides, they don't know I'm your brother. I could just be your on-set fluffer."

She calmed down. "You're right. We really need to get going."

Natalie bent over and took her brother's flaccid, drenched cock in her mouth and sucked. With three hard sucks, her brother's cock was clean, and he even moaned a little. She gulped it all down.

While she gave a fourth hard suck, she reached between her legs and scooped the cum out of her pussy. With her other hand, she wiped the excess fluids which had leaked around her labia and thighs.

She stood up and winked at him. The she licked her dirty fingers clean. When that was done, she wiped her fingers dry with a paper napkin and tossed it in the trash.

First, she put on her bra, and then a presentable tshirt.

"Can I ask you for a favor?" Chris asked, tucking his cock away.

She stopped what she was doing, and while she was in her tshirt, completely bottomless, she looked at her brother.

"What's up?"

"Can you go pantiless again? That was fucking hot."

Natalie smiled. "Perv."

Instead of reaching for her panties, she reached for a short skirt in her luggage. It was time to rejoin the party. And hopefully, none of the remaining cum inside her pussy would drip while she was socializing with family.

517 Object of Mom's Affection

HeyAll

After a long day at work...

Jill came home and took off her shoes. It was late November. She was a Constitutional law professor and exam week was fast approaching. By the time she got home that afternoon, she was exhausted after reviewing all of the key concepts with her students.

She disrobed piece by piece, tossing her expensive attire onto the floor as she headed up the stairs.

The prim and proper 42 year old was fully stripped of her professional wardrobe by the time she reached Robert's room. He was still away at college and was going to return once his winter break began. He was the only thing on her mind as she taught her law students all morning.

She entered his room wearing only a bra and panties. They were black colored, expensive, and sexy. No one would have ever imagined that she would wear something like that underneath her outfit. No one could have ever expected her to take off her bra in her son's room, but she did. She tossed her bra onto the floor. Then she reached down and removed her panties.

She was completely naked.

Jill stood in front of the bedroom mirror, thinking to herself. 'Am I pretty enough for him? Does he think about me often? Did he meet a new girlfriend at college?

The normally modest woman struck various nude poses in front of the mirror. She bent over to watch her breasts hang down. Her brown nipples were hardening from being exposed and aroused. Her crotch had a small patch of pubic hair. Jill turned to see her ass in the mirror. It was larger than she would have liked, but she couldn't complain. She had the body of a middle-aged woman, and she loved it.

Rest was needed after the busy day. Robert's bed looked appealing at the moment, so she laid down on it. Her naked body spread on top of her son's blanket. It was the most relaxed she had felt in a very long time. A deep breath escaped her lips. She closed her eyes for a long moment, but she realized there was still a lot of work she had to do.

Before Jill left her son's room, she planted kisses on his pillow. He would be home soon. She picked up her bra and panties and left.

Object of Mom's Affection

Jill sat naked in front of her bedroom computer.

She had spent over an hour answering last minute email questions from her law students. Each reply was carefully crafted and detailed. It always delighted her when students were motivated to succeed.

Before she got up to take a quick shower, a thought of her son came to mind. He would be home soon. She hadn't seen in months and she missed him dearly. With a simple click, she opened a new email and sent him a message:

Hey Robert,

I hope studying is going well for you. Final exams are always stressful, especially during your first semester of college. I know you'll do great and I'm very proud of you.

Things were awkward when you left home, there's no denying that. It was inappropriate what we did. I take full responsibility for everything.

We've talked dozens of times over the phone these past few months, but never about that incident. I hope we can put it past us and have a normal relationship. I don't want to ruin what we have.

Now get back to studying already, I want you to do great. : )

All the best,

Your mother

Jill went to the bathroom and took a shower, which always helped her to unwind mentally and physically after a busy day. Instead of thinking 'normal' thoughts, she continued thinking about her son, even though she knew it wasn't appropriate. It was her personal vice. Her secret vice.

When she finished, she dried herself and wore her silk robe. The computer was still on, and there were several new emails already. She skimmed through them, most of them were from her students, but one of them was a reply from Robert. She clicked the message from her son:

Hey mom!

Thanks for the nice words. I'm definitely working hard and I'm even meeting up with my study group later. We're going out to dinner afterwards. So things are going well for me here.

I don't want you to feel awkward or anything because of what happened. It wasn't that bad, was it? Besides, no one is ever going to know about it right? That's all that matters.

Take care,

Rob

Thoughts swirled through her head and her mind was abuzz. Getting a new message from her son always made her feel special. Deep down, it was arousing to her that Robert didn't mind their little encounter before he left for college. She wondered to herself if Robert ever masturbated late at night thinking about it.

She opened her robe and touched herself.

THE FAVORITE STUDENT part 1 *

The next morning. Jill was in her office explaining the limits on Legislative power over individual states to Brittany, one of her favorite students.

"Thanks for clearing that up, professor," the student smiled. "Now I'm a lot more confident heading into the exam."

Jill smiled, "You'll do fine. I'm glad that you're taking the time to go through some of your concerns with me. It sounds like you have a firm grasp on everything now."

"I can only hope. Between this class and Real Property, it's starting to feel like my brain is about to overload."

"Yeah, I can remember my days as a law student. There are so many rules to remember, but once you understand the concepts, everything feels a lot easier. You just need a little more faith in yourself."

Brittany nodded. "You're the best. I feel bad for saying this, but you're my favorite professor at this school. You're probably the best teacher I've ever had. A lot of people have said the same thing. Everyone thinks you're super awesome."

"That's very kind," Jill replied proudly. "I love teaching, what else can I say?"

"That's pretty obvious. Don't tell anyone I said this, but students sometimes joke that you carry your laptop everywhere you go. If anyone emails you, they get a reply in 30 minutes or less no matter what time of day it is. That's the running joke in our class."

"Perks of being a middle-aged single woman I suppose. Most of my time is devoted to my students."

"Mind if I ask you a personal question?" Brittany asked. "How come you aren't dating? Why spend so much time on your job? I mean, no offense, but since we're on the subject, I've always been curious. I hope you don't mind."

"I don't mind, as long as you don't tell anyone."

The student held the palm of her hand up. "I swear I won't tell another soul."

"Good," the professor replied. "I had always assumed that my ex-husband was the person I would spend the rest of my life with. When that didn't happen, I didn't have a plan B. I don't know, I think that's common for a lot of women my age. I hope you'll never have to go through that."

"I think I know what you mean, to a lesser extent obviously. I was a serious relationship before and I was beyond devastated when I caught him cheating with another girl. The whole thing was horrible. Just awful. It took me a year to fully get over it."

"Are you with anyone now?" Jill asked.

Brittany smiled. "Not exactly. I'm sort of playing the field at the moment, if you know what I mean."

"Oh, well, you're beautiful and young. Plus you're very intelligent. There's no reason you shouldn't enjoy the benefits of youth."

"I can hook you up with dates if you want. There are plenty of hot guys I know who would love to be with a woman your age. Everything would be discreet of course...if you're interested..."

Jill laughed. "Thanks, but the last thing I need right now is for one of my students to set me up on 'dates.' But thanks for the offer."

"Let me know if you ever change your mind," Brittany said with a playful grin. "Anyway, I need to go. I have a meeting with another professor in a few minutes. Thanks again for your time."

The two women stood up and Jill extended her arm for a handshake, but Brittany wanted a hug, so the two women hugged.

"Good luck," Jill said. "Email me if you have any further questions."

Brittany reached inside of her purse and handed the professor a small box of candy.

"I bought that for you. Enjoy it. I'll see you next semester." Brittany winked, "And let me know if you change your mind about setting you up on dates. I'm totally serious here. I have no problems finding a guy your age, if that's what you're looking for. Everything will be discreet."

"Thanks again, but I'm not interested."

"So you never plan on dating again?" the student asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Of course I do, it's just , I have someone on my mind already. Long story."

Brittany smiled. "Really? You never mentioned that. So who is he? Someone you met at the grocery store? A friend? Perhaps another professor at this school?"

The professor shook her head. "I shouldn't have said anything. It's much too complicated."

"It's gotta be a younger man. Does he know? Or is this something you keep to yourself?"

Jill sighed. "He's much younger than me. I think he knows how I feel. Like I said, it's a very complicated situation and I shouldn't have mentioned it."

"Don't feel ashamed if you're attracted to a younger man professor. I have a Master's Degree in Psychology and another BA in Human Sexuality. I have a pretty good understanding of the inner-workings of the human mind. So I don't judge anybody when it comes to their sexual desires."

"You still wouldn't understand... it's... it's hard to explain..."

Jill suddenly became nervous, and without thinking, she looked on her desk, to a picture of her son. Brittany saw where the teacher was looking and she immediately figured out the secret.

"Is that a picture of you and your... your son? Oh... uh... that's understandable these days. Look, I better go now. I think I'm late for my other appointment. Bye."

The law professor froze where she stood. Her stomach sank as her personal secret was discovered by the intelligent student who managed to figure it out. Was Brittany going to tell her friends what a perverted woman the professor was? Or was Brittany going to keep it a secret?

Jill was powerless.

TWO SIDES OF A GOOD WOMAN *

That afternoon. On the way home, Jill thought about her student's assertion that she worked too much, that her life was too focused on work. The student was right, she thought to herself.

Jill came home at 3 pm and undressed in her bedroom. She put on her expensive silk robe with nothing underneath. It felt soft and soothing against her fair skin. The house was eerily quiet, which was exactly what she needed.

She casually walked to Robert's room and removed the robed, placing it on a chair. Being totally naked in her son's room was her secret thrill. It was the highlight of her day. Seeing herself nude in the mirror while in his room made her vagina moist. Not many things were able to turn her on, but this did.

The law professor laid on the bed. Her naked backside was on top of her son's neatly spread blanket. Her legs and arms were spread wide open to enjoy the comfort of the bed.

Jill brought her hand down and began to touch herself. Her fingers explored her much neglected womanhood. The soft tips of her fingers played with her delicate labia. The tip of her index finger entered between the labia and inside of her vagina. Then another finger. Jill began to moan as she fingered herself. Her fingers switched from rubbing the inside of her wet vagina to rubbing her small clitoris in a circular motion.

Robert was on her mind. She imagined her son watching her, naked on his bed, masturbating openly. She imagined that Robert was also naked. She imagined him reaching down to help rub her pussy. Even more inappropriate, she imagined Robert's swollen hard cock just inches from her face. In her fantasy, she pulled his body forward and took his manhood inside of her mouth. He squirmed uncomfortably as she provided him with intense oral pleasure.

On the brink of an orgasm, the phone suddenly rang.

Jill snapped back to reality. Her alone time was ruined. But it could have been Robert calling? She got up, naked, and walked to her bedroom and checked the caller id. It was the Dean of the Law School.

"Hello," she answered. "...I'm doing well thanks. And you?... Oh nothing, I was on my exercise bike, that's how I stay in shape... I know... uh huh...Sure! Of course I'll be there. Sounds like a great idea... Great, I'll see you then... Bye."

The call ended and Jill blushed at the idea that she just accepted an invitation from the Dean to attend a lunch meeting with wealthy donors, while she was completely naked at the moment. Her fingers were still wet with vaginal fluids, and so was her labia.

It was a fun fantasy she had before the phone call interrupted. She looked at her computer screen and saw that she already had 9 new email messages. She washed her hands and got back to work.

Jill took a sip of her freshly made coffee as she sat naked in front of the computer. Nudity around the house was something she was becoming used to. She liked it.

After a quick skim of her email list, Jill's attention was grabbed by the fact that she had a new message from her son, and from Brittany. A message from Robert was always her top priority, but in this case, she was desperate to know what her student had to say.

She clicked open the email from Brittany:

Hello Professor,

Hope you're doing well. Thanks again for taking the time out of your busy schedule to meet with me this morning. I really appreciate it, and all the advice you've given me throughout the semester.

I also wanted to take the time to apologize for how I acted when I left your office. I really wasn't sure how to react at that moment, to be frank. It's a very taboo subject in society, and I've never talked to anyone about it before.

Just so you know, it's a normal fantasy. When I was studying Psychology and Human Sexuality, this topic was mentioned numerous times and no one seemed grossed out by out. That tells me that they either secretly enjoy the fantasy, or they can relate to it.

Personally, I sometimes have 'feelings' for my own father. I've never mentioned that to anyone in my entire life (except to you in this email).

Anyway, I just wanted you to know that you're not alone. I'd love to sit down and talk about this sometime. I always enjoy having a good conversation with you.

Brittany

The law professor smiled to herself after she read the email. She felt humiliated when the student found out her secret, and now she felt relieved. Brittany understood. Brittany could relate to the somewhat shameful feelings of incest. There was nothing to hide anymore. Jill had always been fond of Brittany as a student, and they were starting to become friends over the course of the semester, but this only made them closer.

Jill clicked the reply button and typed her response to the student:

Dear Brittany,

Thanks for the message. You're even smarter than I expected when you discovered my 'secret'. Clever girl. I felt utterly humiliated and embarrassed when you left. I assumed our teacher/student relationship was ruined. Even worse, I was afraid you might spread the news with the other students.

I've worked hard for the reputation I have on campus, and with my legal career, and the thought of a rumor destroying everything would be so devastating. So I'm very glad that I can trust you.

I'm glad that you've told me about your father. It always feels good to share and to get things off your chest. As strange as this sounds, a part of me feels good that I have someone to confide in about this issue. Give me a call if you ever want to talk about it. You have my number.

All the best,

Your "favorite professor"

The email was sent and it felt like a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Her dark secret was safe and she now had a trusted friend to confide in. They would eventually see each other on campus again and things wouldn't be awkward.

Jill then opened the email from her son:

Hey mom,

Judging by the last email you sent me, it's really obvious that you're still uptight over what happened between us. I still think about it occasionally. I couldn't stop thinking about it all day.

We kissed on the mouth. It's not that big of a deal.

Would it bother you if I enjoyed it? Anyway, there's no need to reply. I just wanted to let you know that you should stop being so hard on yourself. You're a great mom!

See you soon,

Rob

The normally well-composed woman suddenly melted in her chair. Her heart pounded knowing that her son enjoyed the kiss they shared on the mouth a few months ago.

Jill's womanhood and sexuality became alive again. She leaned back on the chair and spread her legs, letting her right hand satisfy her needs. Her fingers played with her clitoris and went inside of her vagina. The computer screen was still open to her son's email. Gasps escaped her mouth as she masturbated.

Time passed. Her toes curled. Jill had an orgasm.

The other law students who emailed the professor would have to wait for her bliss to subside before they could get a response to their questions.

THE FAVORITE STUDENT part 2 *

The next morning. Jill sat in her office giving exam tips to one of her students. The conversation was professional and courteous. Teaching and mentoring students was a responsibility she took seriously.

After the brief meeting was over, they politely shook hands and the student left.

Jill was sitting in her office alone and then she opened her laptop to look at her email once again. Robert had sent her another message, but this time with a picture attached.

There was a knock on the open door and the professor immediately closed her laptop. It was her student, Brittany.

"Hey professor," she smiled. "Busy?"

Jill smiled back. "I always have time for you. Come in."

Instead of a handshake, they hugged like old friends, then they sat down.

"So what can I do for you this morning?" the professor asked. "Any other constitutional questions I can help you with?"

"Well actually you did a great job with that yesterday. I was in the library studying and I thought of you. That's why I came by, to see if you were around."

"Is it fair to say that the subject on your mind is not law related?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.

Brittany nodded. "You're right. God, I can't stop thinking about it. You and your son? That's so wild."

"You seem intrigued."

"Of course I am. Who wouldn't be?"

"I don't blame you. I know it's really unusual. It's incredibly taboo. You're the only person who knows about it. So a part of me is actually glad that I have someone to talk with."

"Your son doesn't know?" she asked.

"He partly knows."

Brittany's eyes lit up. "Tell me everything. I need to hear this."

"Everything huh?" the professor laughed. "I don't think we have for everything."

"I'll settle for the short version," the student smiled.

Jill nodded. "Fine, the short version. After he turned 18, Robert became more focused on his future. We've literally spent hours together talking about which college he might want to attend and which major he should choose. He recently split up with his girlfriend so he had plenty of free time on his hands. We were around each other so much because he knew he wanted to leave home and explore life on his own. So it felt like the clock was ticking between us."

"I know the feeling. When I turned 18, I felt like I wanted to leave home to conquer the world. My dad was really proud of me and my choice to focus on education. But it was sad moving away because of how close we've always been."

"Exactly. We cherished every moment together. That period of time may have been the happiest I've ever been in my life. I was a very happy woman and a happy mother."

"So how did the whole incest thing happen?" Brittany asked with an eyebrow raised.

The professor gave her student a sharp look. "That's one heck of a way to put it. But I don't really have an answer. It just happened. He grew up so fast and before I knew it, he was already a man. I found myself thinking about him when I was in the shower, or in bed. It was scary. But I eventually accepted my newfound feelings."

"Sounds romantic. I love the whole 'forbidden' aspect to it. That's part of the reason I'm so drawn to my father."

"You have romantic fantasies with your father?" Jill asked.

"Not romantic. When I think about my father, I imagine him ripping off my clothes and treating me like the bad girl that I am."

"Oh..."

"Just kidding," Brittany laughed. "But seriously, that's part of it sometimes."

"That sounds like another common fantasy that people have."

"It is. A lot of girls say the same thing. A 'daddy fetish' is pretty common."

"Seems like it."

"You mentioned that your son knows," the student said. "How did he find out? Did you tell him?"

Jill thought for a moment. "It was mutual. You know the feeling you get when you're with someone and the sparks just fly? We started having that a few weeks before he left for college. The feeling was always there and it lingered. It was undeniable."

"But that still doesn't explain how he truly knows your feelings."

"We kissed on the mouth," the professor bluntly stated. "The day he left, I tried to kiss him on the cheek like I always do, and he turned his head so that our lips touched. Instead of pushing him away like I should have done, I let it continue for a moment."

Brittany was taken aback. "Oh my. Wow. That sounds... interesting."

"That's the understatement of the century."

"You bet it is. So how long did the kiss last?"

"Longer than I care to admit," the professor replied.

"Any tongue action involved?"

"There may have been. I'll leave that to your imagination."

"Gosh, that's so freaking sexy. I never would have imagined that someone like you would be doing something so deviant. I love it."

Jill blushed. "Thanks I suppose."

"When I came to your office a moment ago, I saw you close your laptop. You've never done that before. Where you doing something involving your son?" she asked inquisitively.

The professor opened the laptop and showed Brittany the picture her son had emailed. It was a picture of Robert with a group of his study partners having dinner together at a restaurant.

"I was looking at this picture before you came in."

"He's very handsome," the student said. "And he looks like a great guy. You're such a lucky mom."

"I know," she proudly replied.

"Well, I'm sure you know the proper etiquette in this situation. In my generation, if someone sends you a picture, you have to send one back. It's only fair."

Jill raised an eyebrow. "Why do I get the feeling that you're up to something?"

"Nonsense," Brittany smiled. "Give me your phone."

"Okay," the professor said with a skeptical look.

The law professor hesitantly handed her phone to the student. Brittany pressed some buttons and then pointed the small camera at the professor. Jill sat up straight and smiled, thinking a friendly picture was going to be taken.

"Great, now lift up your top."

"Excuse me?" Jill asked in disbelief.

"Lift up your top. Show me your breasts."

"I most certainly will not."

"Trust me," Brittany said with reassurance. "When a guy is interested in you, and he sends you a picture, he wants a nude picture back. That's the way it works. Robbie is a handsome guy and I'm sure he's getting plenty of action in college. So you've really got to step up your game if you want his attention."

The normally well-composed woman suddenly found herself at a loss for words.

"I can't..."

"Come on professor, don't be such a prude," she teased.

"I'm not a prude. I've done many adventurous things in my life, including skydiving and bungee jumping."

"That's nothing compared to sexting with your son. Come on, it'll be fun. I'm doing you a favor here," Brittany stated.

"Someone might walk by and see us."

Brittany quickly stuck her head out of the office and looked in both directions.

"There's no one there," she replied, holding the camera up. "Lift up your shirt, bra too."

Without thinking, Jill lifted her shirt and bra and exposed her bare breasts to the student holding a camera. It was the most awkward she ever felt in her life and she tried to smile for the picture. The camera flashed and Jill quickly pulled her top back down.

"Wonderful set of tits professor."

Brittany's eyes were glued to the phone and her fingers were busy typing.

"What are you doing?" Jill nervously asked.

"I emailed the picture to your son with a nice little note attached," Brittany said with a mischievous smile. "I'm glad we've had this conversation. It was very productive. But I've gotta go right now. I'm meeting up with friends for lunch. I'll see you soon professor!"

Brittany stood up and gave Jill a quick kiss on the cheek and handed back the phone.

Jill never had a chance to reply as Brittany bolted out of the door. Everything happened so fast it was like a blur. She then looked at her phone and saw the message that Brittany had sent to Robert:

Hey handsome. Love your picture. I'm in my office thinking about you. How do I look? xo Mom

Below the message was the picture of her, looking prim and proper in a law school office, with her breasts fully exposed.

Jill felt mortified and her jaw dropped.

HOW DO YOU REALLY FEEL? *

It was 3 pm when she arrived home. She lost track of how many times she checked her email, wondering how Robert would reply, or what he would think. She met with several other students in her office and her mind was squarely on her son's reaction to her breast picture.

The professor undressed in her bedroom, neatly removing her clothes and hanging them in the closet. Her panties went in the laundry basket and she noticed there was a wet spot from her vaginal fluids. It made her smile to think how excited she was.

Masturbation became more of a daily ritual for her in recent weeks. She laid on the bed, naked, and continued her favorite fantasy. Thoughts of Robert entered her mind. She touched herself thinking about seeing him again and showing him the wonders of her naked body. Before long, she was showing him the wonders of incestuous sex. Her mind drifted away in her other world.

The phone suddenly rang. Her eyes opened and the normally dedicated professor was annoyed that her 'alone time' was ruined by whoever was calling. She checked the caller ID and saw that it was her son.

She immediately answered:

"Hi."

"Hey mom," he replied over the phone. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"Of course not. I always have time for you."

"Yeah, I know how that is. Everyone is always busy this time of year. And you could really use a break since you're always working so hard."

"You're calling about that email aren't you?" she asked bluntly. "I'm sorry about that. That was incredibly inappropriate of me. I've spent the past few hours wishing I could take it back."

"Don't apologize for that mom."

Jill took a deep breath. "How did you feel about it?"

"How do you want me to feel?"

"All I want is a little honesty. I don't want us to sweep this under the rug like the time we kissed. I want us to be truthful and open this time."

"Well, the first thing that came to mind was, who the hell took that picture?" he asked jokingly. "I know it wasn't you. So who was it?"

Jill smiled to herself. "If you must know, it was a very intelligent student of mine. She's too smart for her own good and the whole 'sexting' thing was her bad idea. She also wrote the text. It's a very long story, don't ask."

"That actually sounds kind of sexy. A student taking pictures of her law professor's breasts to send someone. I wish I could have been there."

"I'm sure you would. And that picture wasn't sent to just anyone, it was sent to my son."

"A very appreciative son I would add."

"So you liked it, eh?" Jill asked rhetorically. "I figured you would. But a big part of me was afraid you might think I was some sort of pervert."

"We're all perverts. And yes, I loved the picture," he strongly replied. "I was out with friends when I checked my phone and saw your boobs. I'm sure they wondered why I was acting funny afterwards."

"You better not have shown them," she said in her stern motherly voice.

"God no. Do you think I would show a picture of my mother's boobs to anyone? They'd think I'm a real creep for even having that on my phone in the first place."

"You're not a creep. You're a smart and handsome young man."

"And you're a smart and beautiful mom, with wonderful boobs."

Jill laughed. "Wonderful? That's how you would describe my breasts? Well I'm flattered you would say that. I'm sure you've seen several pairs of breasts in your college dorm."

"Sure I have. But I like yours better."

"Now you're just trying to charm me. I don't believe it. I've been to your campus twice and I'm always floored by the amount of stunning young women I see. It's unbelievable."

"It's the truth," he replied. "Your boobs are a lot nicer in my humble opinion."

"Then I take it you aren't sleeping with any college co-ed hotties at the moment. If you were, then you wouldn't be so enamored with my lady parts."

"You want the truth?" he asked. "There's a girl I hook up with sometimes. We're in the same study group. She's stunning. But sometimes when we have sex, I imagine that I'm with you."

Jill suddenly became silent and there was an awkward tension on the phone.

"Are you saying..."

"I think about having sex with you sometimes," he replied. "I know it's weird, but you wanted honesty."

"I don't think it's weird. Not anymore. I'd say you're in good company."

"Then it's settled. We've finally admitted it to each other."

"It feels like a burden lifted off my chest," she said. "I was never completely sure how you would react knowing that your mother has the hots for you. Now I know."

"Mom, you were never any good at hiding your feelings or picking up signals. It was always obvious when you were aroused, but trying to hide it. I thought it was really sexy. And you never noticed that I thought you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen in my life."

"If I'm so easy to read, can you tell what I'm doing now? I'll give you a clue, I'm doing something that helps me relax. It's become my favorite part of the day."

Jill continued holding the phone with one hand, while reaching down with her other hand. She played with her bare breast and pinched her nipple.

"Hmmm...you're sitting down in your silk robe drinking a warm cup of tea," he guessed.

"Nope. Care to try again?"

Jill moved her hand even lower and played with her vaginal lips. She pinched and pulled each side of her labia and gave her clitoris a quick rub.

"You just got out of a warm bath and you're in your bathrobe right now?" he guessed again.

"Nope. But you're a little bit closer."

"I give up. This is way too hard."

"I'm completely naked," she said. "Before you called, I was in bed touching myself, thinking of you."

He paused for a moment. "I don't believe it. Now you're just teasing me."

"You don't believe me?"

"No way. You're not the type of person who would do that."

"Oh? Then what type of person am I?" she asked curiously.

"You're a very conservative woman. You're the type of woman who rarely masturbates, and if you do, it's done late at night with the lights off. Sorry, but I'm good at reading people and that's the category you fall under."

"Is your computer on?" she asked.

"Yeah, it's usually on during the day."

"Good. Sit in front of your computer and tell me if you see anything. Give me a second."

Jill got out of bed and stood in front of her computer. She logged on to her messaging service and activated her webcam. She saw herself naked on the computer screen. Then she invited her son to view the stream.

"Do you see anything?" she asked.

"Oh... my... god..."

She smiled and waved at the cam, "I'll take that as a yes. Hello."

"Mom... you're naked..."

"Now do you believe me?" she asked playfully.

"I'll never doubt you again. My god..."

"I'm glad I excite you. You have no idea how much I've wondered about this, wondering how you would react to seeing me. I've spent far too much time wondering if I turn you on."

"I'm not exactly turned-on yet," he replied suggestively. "Now I'm only excited. Maybe if you let me see what you were doing earlier, then I'll be turned-on."

Jill blushed. Her son wanted a webcam show and she put herself in a corner. She saw her naked body on the computer screen and her pussy was on fire knowing that her son was staring at her. The normally reserved woman felt a sudden need to be 'bad.'

"Just this once, because you asked nicely. Think of this as your reward for working so hard in college. I'm very proud of you."

She adjusted the camera on her computer so that it would point directly to the bed. She then got on the bed and laid on it, while still holding the phone. Her heart raced.

"What an incredible sight," he gasped. "You're gorgeous, mom."

"Thank you."

Jill held the phone to her ear, closed her eyes and began to rub her hand between her legs. Half of her felt utterly mortified that her son was seeing her in such a vulnerable state. The other half of her felt utterly aroused in ways she hadn't felt in a very long time. Her legs crossed tightly as she started to masturbate.

"Can you spread your legs mom?" he asked. "I want to see it."

It fueled her embarrassment when she opened her legs to the webcam. Her wet pussy was exposed. But it also fueled her sexual arousal. She continued rubbing herself.

"Do you like it?"

"I love it?"

"What would you do to it?' she asked. "If you were here, right now, what would you do?"

Robert breathed heavily. "I would crawl between your legs."

"And?"

"I would lick you clean. I would lick you until you came."

Jill nearly dropped the phone when she heard that. Her eyes closed and she violently fingered her pussy. Her mind drifted away. She imagined Robert with his mouth on her cunt, orally servicing her. She wished he was there. She wanted to experience it. She loved him.

THE FAVORITE STUDENT part 3 *

"Really!?"

The next day. Jill tried her best to quiet the eager student in her office.

"Calm down Brittany," she hissed. "Someone might hear us. I don't want to lose my job over this."

"Did you really do it?"

Jill nodded. "Yes, I did it. I put on a little show for him with my cam. It was a gift for him working so hard in college. He deserves it for all the effort he's put towards his education."

"Holy shit," Brittany said in disbelief. "I can't believe you let him see you like that. That's amazing. I'm really proud of you, professor. You knew what you want and you went for it. You're my new hero."

"Are you being sarcastic?" the professor asked sternly.

"No way. All I'm saying is that you took the initiative, that you were brave. I like that you made the first move instead of waiting for the guy to do it. You showed him who was in charge. I'm a lifelong feminist, and I come from a long line of feminists, and I think you did something bold."

"That was a strange compliment, but thank you."

"He's coming back in two weeks, right?" Brittany asked. "You know he's going to expect something from you. Men always do. He's going to expect to see it again, or even better, he might want to join in. Any plans in mind?"

Jill shrugged. "None whatsoever. I honestly have no clue how I can look him in the eyes. He's already seen something that he never should have seen from me. I don't know what I was thinking."

Brittany smiled, "You were thinking with your vagina. It happens. We're not that different from men when it comes to needing sex."

"That's reassuring."

"I'm serious professor, you're a fully grown woman. At your age, you're at your sexual peak, and so is your son at his age. It's medical science. You two are perfect for each other."

"Which is why I wasn't able to sleep last night. I don't know how I can face him again," Jill replied.

"You're over thinking everything."

"Any suggestions?" the professor asked.

"Sexual relations are my specialty," Brittany smiled. "I suggest you give him what he wants. Give him what YOU want. Be blunt about it. Both of you are longing for this. There's no need to play any more stupid games. You're both adults."

"I'm not hearing an answer. I know you're an expert in psychology and human sexuality, but maybe I'm missing something here?"

The student looked the professor in the eyes. "When he comes home next week, don't wear any clothes. That's as clear as it gets. The moment he lays eyes on you, he'll know the relationship has changed. Best of all, since you're the one who initiates it, you'll still be the one in charge. You get to dictate the relationship."

Jill's eyes widened. "I don't know if I can do that. That sounds fairly extreme."

"That's what you want, isn't it? Robert wants the same thing right?"

"Fantasy and reality are two different things."

"Trust me, professor," the student replied. "I know what I'm talking about. I've given advice to countless men and women and I'm never wrong. I know how the mind works and what the heart wants. You're in good hands with me. I'll never let you down."

NEW YEAR / NEW RULES *

Two weeks later. It was 11 am on a cold Monday. Jill spent the morning making sure the house was clean. Everything was neat. All she thought about was her son arriving soon.

She sat in front of her bedroom dresser doing her hair and makeup. She wanted to look her very best, as if she was attending a ball gown. But instead of a fancy dress, she was wearing a thin silk robe with nothing underneath. The robe was untied, exposing the middle of her chest and vagina.

On the bed was a red gift wrap bow.

Jill smiled when she was finally satisfied with her appearance. Butterflies were in her stomach. It almost made her laugh that her life had come to this. The man of her dreams, her own son.

She heard the sound of her son pulling up in the driveway after a long 6 hour drive across the state. Nerves consumed her body as she disrobed, standing fully naked in front of the mirror. Perfect, she thought.

The highly educated and proper woman picked up the red bow and walked to her son's bedroom.

The front door opened and she heard Robert calling her:

"Mom?" he called out loud.

Jill laid on her son's bed. She was anxious. She raised her knees and held her ankles above her head. The flexibility was from years of stretching. To top it off, she placed the red gift wrap bow on top of her slightly hairy pubic mound, giving her son the ultimate gift when he gets to his room.

"Anyone home?"

His footsteps reached the stairway. Jill's heart rate rose. He walked up the stairs. Jill's heart was beating uncontrollably. Her open vagina was pointed towards the door.

"Mom..." he gasped.

Robert dropped his bags and his jaw fell. The sight of his naked mother before him was overwhelming to any loving son.

"Did you mean what you said over the phone?" she asked nervously. "Do you really want to crawl between my legs and lick me?"

"Yes..."

A big sense of relief came over her. The plan wasn't a failure, it was a success. The nerves were gone. But the arousal had just begun.

"I can understand if you want me to get dressed. If not, there's nothing stopping you Robert."

"What do you prefer?" he asked, equally as nervous.

"I want you to do what you said on the phone."

Robert slowly and cautiously walked over to his naked mother in his room. The closer he got, the better the view he received. The webcam did no justice to his mother's naked body. He analyzed every curve. Her pussy was memorizing to him.

His fingers reached out and touched her feet, then his hands moved down her calves, then her thighs, then her body. He got down on his knees and his face was mere inches away from his mother's beautiful pussy. It was wet and it got wetter by the second.

"Are you sure I can do this?" Robert asked. "I don't want you to be mad."

She smiled, "This is for us. I've dreamt of this happening for a while. I know I want it."

With that, Jill watched as Robert moved his head down and pressed his lips against her labia. She moaned immediately. It was a dream come true as she watched. Her eyes never let go of the sight of her own son eating her pussy. He was great at it. His mouth sucked and licked all of her sensitive spots as if he already knew what she liked. His tongue played with her sensitive clitoris. Fluids gushed from her pussy as her fantasy became reality. She used her hands to hold her son's head in place.

The red gift wrap bow was still on her vaginal mound. Her pussy was a gift to Robert, but she was enjoying the sexual encounter more than he was; at least in her opinion.

It wasn't long before Jill felt her toes curl. It was an involuntary movement and her body's natural reaction. She was having an orgasm. The first of many...

New Year's Eve. Jill and her son watched the celebration on tv. The fireplace was lit. They were both naked, holding each other.

5...4...3...2...1...

They kissed passionately as the ball dropped. It was officially a New Year and their mouths showed how things have changed. Their tongues intertwined and their wet lips touched once more before ending the kiss.

They continued watching the New Year's celebration on tv as Jill rested her head on her son's shoulder.

"Do you have a resolution for this year, mom?" he asked.

"I don't believe in them. If you're going to make a change, why wait? There's no time like the present."

"Good point."

"What about you?" she asked. "Did you make a resolution when we kissed?"

"I want us to spend more time together. I love being naked with you. Everything feels right. I don't care who knows about this or what people think, I'm in love with you, mom."

She rubbed her son's chest. "I love you too. It's cute that you want to open about this. But this has to stay between us. People would never understand."

"I don't care what anyone else thinks," Robert replied, touching his mother's thigh. "The only thing that matters to me is you. Maybe after I graduate from college, I can try to find a job nearby. We can live together."

"You mean like man and wife?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Something like that. We don't have to be shy about our arrangements either. If anyone asks, we'll just explain it to them. Society is changing. If gay marriage is accepted, why not this?"

Jill sighed, "You're not old enough to understand."

"But I'm old enough to be sleeping with you, aren't I?" he asked playfully.

"And you're doing a damn good job at it," she smiled. "I'm serious though, people wouldn't understand. You have to think about your future. If anyone in the community found out, this wouldn't be well received. I want this to continue between us, but only as our secret."

"If that's what you want, then fine."

Her hand moved from his chest, down to his flaccid cock. She held his manhood in her hand and felt it respond. His cock soon came to life.

"Don't feel bad. I want you to be happy while you're here with me. No matter what happens, I'll always be there for you...for us..."

Jill bent down, and in one swift movement, she took her son's cock in her mouth. Over the past few weeks, the highly respectable law professor had become accustomed to performing oral sex on her son. Her mouth was airtight like a vacuum and she sucked as hard as she could. Her head bobbed up and down with the tenacity of any professional porn star. Her tongue swirled around the head and she licked up and down the hard shaft.

"Oh god mom..." he moaned. "You're the best."

For his part, Robert looked down and watched his mother in action. He held her hair up so that he could have the perfect view of his mom sucking his cock. It was a feeling he never got tired of, despite receiving it multiple times per day for the past few weeks.

Jill got down on her knees, with the cock still in her mouth. She looked her son in the eyes, as if to show that she was obedient to him. She got more comfortable on her knees. It was easier for her to suck his cock and he would be treated to a much better view.

She continued sucking and the noises it was making were lewd and nasty. The saliva was overflowing from her mouth and it was all over his cock. It made the sucking noises sound a lot sloppier along with her powerful oral skills.

One of her hands stroked the raging hard shaft of her son's cock and her other hand was used to caress his balls. Their eyes locked together as she pleasured his sex organ the best she possibly could. The combination of her hands and mouth together was more than enough to send any man to the point of orgasm. His body started to tremble.

"You don't get to cum yet," she said, taking his cock out of her mouth. "I want our first sex session of the new year to be special."

He smiled, "Come here, on my lap. You know exactly what I need."

Jill stood up and let her son marvel at her naked body for a few seconds. It was a feeling she never got tired of despite always being naked around him lately. She climbed on top of Robert's lap and wrapped her hands around his neck. Her feet were on the couch. She lowered herself onto him, while he held his cock straight up so that it would enter his mother.

Her eyes widened when she felt his cock enter her body. The feeling of being impaled by her son's raging hard cock new grew old. It became one of her favorite thrills in life. All of her body weight was pressed on his lap. The hard cock felt perfect inside of her pussy. They were face-to-face and she started to ride him. Her breathing became harder and harder. It wasn't long before the prim and proper woman was moaning louder than the celebration heard on the television. Getting fucked by her son felt better than her wildest dreams.

"Turn around," he groaned. "I want you from behind."

She smiled to herself and obliged. She stood up and rested her arms on the couch, sticking her ass out for him. He grabbed her forcefully by the waist and pushed his throbbing manhood inside of her. He really began to fuck her harder than he had ever done it before. Slapping sounds echoed in the room. His crotch slammed against his mother's ass cheeks. He was pounding her as if she was nothing but a sex object for him to use. Their carnal desires were in full force, and all of the sexual tension which had built up between them over the past several months were being satisfied once again.

Jill screamed and thrashed her hair around. She no longer had to pretend to be a proper woman. At that moment, she was no longer the respectable or well-mannered woman in her community. She released all of her inhibitions and facades. She became nothing more than a woman with a carnal lust for deviant sex. Sex consumed her body and her sensations were completely overwhelmed on all fronts. Jill screamed as loud as she could while being fucked. There was no one who could hear it except for her loving son.

Robert reached down and squeezed his mother's breast, and he squeezed them hard. The breasts were swaying back and forth from the hard fucking she received. He played with both of her nipples, pinching them. Then he reached down and played with her swollen clitoris.

Jill screamed for her life as fluids gushed from her hot pussy onto the floor. It was like a magic button was pressed. She came harder than she ever had before. Robert came at the same time, filling her womb with loads of his warm cum.

They both collapsed onto the couch, lifeless except for their sweat and heavy breathing. Both of them were covered in sweat after their sexual escapade. Robert caressed the hair of his unresponsive mother, then he planted several kisses on her back. Her face was resting against the couch. She was enjoying her bliss.

EPILOGUE *

Several days later. The house felt lonely after Robert left for college earlier that morning. All of the rooms were quiet.

Jill fixed the bed she had been sleeping on with her son before taking a sip of her hot coffee. She was wearing her silk robe, naked underneath as always, as she sat down in front of her computer. After a few clicks, she was ready to send an email to her student:

Dear Brittany,

I apologize for not responding to several of your messages. It's because I didn't know what to say, or what I wanted to tell you.

Robert and I have been having a romantic relationship together since he came home for the winter. It only happened because of your advice. The moment he came home, I was naked, in his room, with a gift wrap bow on top of my vagina. The look on his face is something I will never forget. We both wanted it. Before long, we gave our bodies what it wanted- each other.

You can imagine how things have been going ever since. As for our future, who knows? We've talked about this for many nights and we haven't been able to find a resolution. The next time I'll see him is in May. He left for college an hour ago and I already miss him. The only thing I know for sure is that I can't thank you enough.

We can talk more in my office if you want. School is starting soon.

Take care,

Jill

Constitutional law professor

p.s. Give me your exam number so I can give you an A

She turned off her computer and stood in front of the balcony window with her coffee. It was freezing cold outside. The next few months without her son were going to be tough. She opened her robe, not caring if anyone outside could see her, and she reached down to put her fingers inside of her pussy. When she took her fingers out, she saw Robert's cum left over from their morning sex, and she tasted it.

Jill smiled to herself.

The End

518 Older Sister's Sex Toys

HeyAll

Like all college graduates, I had to carefully weigh my options in life.

I considered everything and eventually took my families advice to pursue higher education. But that of course raised the question of where to go. Luckily, my older sister offered me a chance to stay with her for a while to see how I enjoyed living in the city. She was 28 years old and had recently started a new job in the fashion and apparel industry.

Courtney is the typical big sister. Growing up we were best friends, but whenever our parents weren't around she loved to use her 'older sibling' status to let me know she was the one in charge. She was never a pain in the ass about it, but it was obvious she loved the power to boss me around. It was always playful and never mean-spirited. The hardest part about growing up with her was how hot she she has always been. Her long blond hair and athletic body made the other boys stop and gawk whenever she walked by. It wasn't easy having friends with Courtney as your big sister - she's all my friends ever wanted to talk about when they were at my house.

She had always been considered smart and mature for her age, which was great because as I got older she was always there to offer me advice for whatever I needed. Like I said, we're best friends.

Older Sister's Sex Toys

"If you're going to stay here, we're going to have to cover some ground rules," she stated as I put my things down. "First off, you don't get to brings friends over. Secondly, you have to clean up after yourself. I don't have time to babysit. Thirdly, and most importantly, you don't get to snoop around in my room while I'm at work, or ever."

"Well I'm glad to see that some things haven't changed between us," I quipped.

A smile crept over her face. "That's the way it's gotta be. I can't have a little brother ruining my mini-palace."

"Is that what this is? A mini-palace?"

"Don't get cute. I'm not exactly making the paycheck of a famous designer just yet. I'm working an entry level position which I was extremely lucky to nab in the first place. You have no idea how competitive the job market is around here. It's insanely brutal."

I nodded while looking around her apartment. "I'm sure it is. And I wasn't trying to make a joke about your new place. You did a great job. If I had known your interior design skills were at this caliber, I would have paid you a hundred bucks or something to fix my room years ago."

She smiled again, "Thanks. Maybe I'll do something for your room once I get back home. Speaking of which, it's going to be a lot different staying here than back home. As you can see, there isn't a lot of space. It's not like we'll be down the hall from each other and we get to run around and be as loud as we want. Here, our rooms are going to be crammed up right next to each other. So be mindful of that, and I don't want to hear any complaining or whining either."

"Trust me, you won't here a single complaint from me. This place is awesome. And it's just as awesome living in the downtown area where all the action is. Who knows, maybe if I get accepted into one of the law schools nearby, you might be seeing me a lot more often."

PILLOWS SHEETS *

It was hard to sleep that night. Spending the night in my sister's new apartment while checking out the city during the day was more than enough to keep my mind busy. I thought about the future and what was next in life.

My mind was completely preoccupied, until I heard it...

"Ohh..."

The sound was faint and it was coming from the other room- my sister's room.

Something came over me, curiosity I suppose, and I got up to put my ear against the thin wall that separated my room from my sister's. Her moans were soft and came every few seconds. She was clearly masturbating.

I listened more carefully and pressed my ear harder against the wall and heard a faint buzzing sound. Not only was she masturbating, she was doing it with a vibrator of all things. Naturally, the image arose of my older sister in bed, eyes shut, moaning, using a vibrating sex toy in and out of her vagina.

I was instantly aroused. I knew it was wrong and dirty, but at that point I didn't care. The moans and the vibrating noises coming from my sister's room suddenly stopped, and then I heard her get out of bed to wash herself in the bathroom.

Then I did it: for the first time in my entire life, I masturbated thinking about my sexy older sister.

It was kind of awkward seeing her the next morning, but I didn't really care. It's not like she knew that I had fantasized about her the night before, or that I heard what she was doing with herself sexually. And in typical Courtney fashion, she was in a rush to get to work.

"God, I hate being so late all the time," she fumed while fixing her outfit in front of the living room mirror. "You'll have to fix your own breakfast. Sorry, I was planning on making you eggs or something."

"Don't worry about. I prefer oatmeal anyway."

She smiled when she was satisfied with her appearance. "Great. I'll make it up to you when I get back later. There's a great Chinese restaurant nearby and I'll get some of that stuff you usually order. In the meantime, enjoy the city!"

We waved at each other and said our goodbyes for the morning before she headed out the door.

At that point, I should have been a good, well-behaved younger brother and went about my day as planned. I should have eaten my breakfast and taken a stroll around the city to see if living there was what I wanted. Unfortunately, my hormones took over and my mind went back to thinking about my masturbating sister.

'It's not like she'd ever know,' I thought to myself.

The door to Courtney's room was half open and I went inside.

Her room was what I expected it to be. She had the best of everything. Her closet was open and I could see all of her designer clothes neatly arranged. She had a dresser with pictures of friends and family on the mirror, and all kinds of makeup on the table. And as expected, her bed was a complete mess. It was the same growing up, with her room always nice and tidy but her bed always a mess. I looked at her sheets and thought of what it must have looked like with her masturbating on them the night before.

It didn't take long to find her sex toys. They were right next to her bed, in the top drawer. It was both shocking and arousing to see all of her stuff. She had an assortment of different adult toys that would put any porn set to shame. There were different types of vibrators of all shapes, sizes and colors laid out next to each other. There was even an assortment of different portable vibrating objects that looked like they were made for women who liked to please themselves in the bathroom where they work (which is probably what my sister did since she owned a few of those).

As I marveled at her collection of sex toys, I saw it out of the corner of my eye: There was a book sloppily tucked underneath her pillow.

I reached down to see what it was, only to find an old worn-out book with an illustrated cover of a naked man and woman. It was titled Stories of Love Incest.

Finding out that your smart and sexy older sister enjoys using sex toys is one thing, but finding out that she gets off on reading about incest is something else entirely. No comparison. I didn't know whether to feel even more shocked or even more turned on, but I didn't have a chance to soak in the feeling much longer as the front door unlocked and my sister came home.

"I'm back. I accidentally left my phone in my room if you can believe it."

I closed the drawer and shoved the book back underneath her pillow as fast as I could, and as I rushed out of her room, my sister caught me.

"What the heck doing?" she asked with a skeptical look. "Didn't I make it clear that I didn't want you peeping in my room?"

"I...uh...I just wanted to see what kind of view you had from your window. That's all..."

Her eyebrow raised and she looked even more skeptical. "Well, you're lucky I'm running late. And I sure hope I don't find out that you've been doing creepy things like going through my panties, or whatever it is guys your age like to do."

"What!? No! I promise it won't happen again."

She gave me one of those big sister "it better not happen again" looks and went inside her room to get her phone and left in a hurry.

I went about my business for the rest of the day, but of course, I couldn't stop thinking about what I found in Courtney's room. Images of her using different sex toys on herself while reading incestuous material floated through my mind. Growing up together, she had always been an avid reader of romance novels (not the dirty kind) and loved watching romantic comedies and other love stories.

That day marked the second time in my life where I fantasized about her.

EVERYONE HAS THEIR KINKS IN LIFE *

Dinner that night was quiet and awkward. The long and boring lecture I was expecting never came.

"This is great," I said as we almost finished eating. "Seriously, you always know the best places to eat."

"Thanks. I knew you'd like it."

"Well...thanks again..."

Another long pause ensued until we finished our meals.

"Look, just admit it," she finally blurted out. "You found my book and you think I'm a weirdo for reading that kind of stuff."

"What book?" I replied, hoping to avoid the topic.

"Don't play dumb. I'm talking about the book underneath my pillow. You didn't put it back in the right spot. I know you were looking at it before I came back home this morning."

I shrugged, "It's no big deal sis. So you like reading about that sort of thing, who cares?"

"I care!" she snapped, looking frustrated. "You're my little brother, you're not supposed to know this about me. God, I could barely concentrate at work today because of how humiliated I felt."

"Seriously? Do you remember how many times you've walked in on me watching internet porn? I freaked out a few minutes, but then I forgot about it and moved on."

She continued giving me her frustrated look. "That's different. You're a guy, you're supposed to be doing that kind of stuff with porn."

"Believe me, you're being way too hard on yourself. I mostly watch amateur videos with women in their 40's or 50's, sometimes voyeur stuff or auditions. So who cares if your interest is family porn?"

"Oh god," she sighed. "Family porn!? For the record, it's called erotic literature. It most certainly is NOT porn of any kind. And I read it for the story content and the romantic aspects."

I nodded. "That definitely sounds like you. Why are you telling me this anyway? If you're so upset about me knowing this about you, I would have thought that you would just avoid this topic completely."

"Honestly, I don't want you thinking of me as some sort of sick pervert reading something like that. I'm a normal person, okay. I'm not a weirdo."

"I never thought anything less of you. Everyone has their kinks in life."

"Thanks for being so understanding," she replied in a much gentler tone. "I got that book just over a year ago as a gag gift for my birthday. One of my girlfriends thought it would be funny, and she was right, everyone laughed when I opened it. I even thought it was funny. Later that night I was bored and I couldn't sleep, so I started to read it. And honestly, I was so glad that I did. Incest stories are some of the most erotic and romantic stories I've ever read in my life..."

"I think I know what you mean," I replied, cutting her off. "It sounds incredibly taboo...you know...two people having to fight certain urges for each other- feeling things they shouldn't be feeling."

"Exactly. It's that whole notion of having to cross a certain line that should never be crossed. The build up of two family members having feelings for each other makes for an incredible emotional journey, and it makes the pay-off so much more rewarding."

"Yeah, I'm sure those toys of yours come in handy for that, right?" I joked to lighten the mood.

Her face suddenly turned flush. Her eyes widened and her jaw nearly dropped. It became obvious to me that she had no clue that I found her sex toys.

"You...you knew about that? You opened my drawer!?"

"Okay, now this is getting really awkward," I quipped. "I thought you knew that I found them already."

She shook her head. "I didn't. And I really wish that you hadn't mentioned that. God, can this day get any more humiliating for me?"

I reached out and touched her hand. "Don't worry about it. We're all human and we all have our needs."

"Okay...maybe you're right. I might be a little over dramatic about all this, which tends to happen about certain things. I mean, heck, they're stories, it's not like we've actually thought of each other like that, or our parents."

"Uh...yeah, of course not," I stammered.

Her eyebrows raised, "You have?"

"What, do you have super powers now and you can read my mind all of a sudden? I never said that I have. In fact, I believe I just said the opposite of that."

"I may not have super powers, but I have the intuition of an older sister," she smiled. "So tell me little brother, who exactly have you thought about in our family? I bet it's our cousin Anne isn't it? She's pretty cute. Or maybe it was Mom?"

"Okay, now you're going overboard with this, Courtney. I feel like I'm being harassed over here."

She continued, "Come on, I'm curious. Who in our family have you thought about sexually? Maybe it was...wait a minute...it can't be...can it? Have you ever thought about me in that way?"

The look she gave me showed that she had figured me out. There was no point in denying it. I couldn't if I tried.

"Just recently," I replied meekly. "I heard you moaning last night along with a faint buzzing sound, and it got me thinking about inappropriate things. It's never happened before that, honestly."

"And that's why you were in my room this morning wasn't it? You wanted to see what was making that buzzing sound. It all makes sense. And to think, this whole day I thought that I was the perv, when in fact it was YOU all along," she joked.

"Very funny. You're the one with the sex toys and incest book."

"Touche," she nodded. "How about we call a truce? I won't mention who you think about when you jerk off, and you won't mention what you found in my room. Deal?"

I reached out and extended my hand for a handshake. "That's a deal as long as you do the dishes and I won't have to pay you back for this meal."

She smiled and shook my hand. "Then it's settled."

STORIES OF LOVE AND INCEST *

She left early the next morning. Either that or I woke up late. The house was quiet, and when I left my room, I noticed that my sister's door was wide open, which was unusual because she was always big on her personal privacy.

I glanced in the direction of her room to see her bed neatly made and her incestuous book placed in the middle. I assumed she left it there for me, and I was right. I walked closer and saw there was a note placed on top of it.

Hey,

Thanks again for being so mature and respectful about this whole thing yesterday. I was really freaking out thinking you were going to tease me mercilessly for finding out that I read 'family porn'. Anyway, I thought about this all night and figured you might be curious as to what all the fuss is about. After all, fantasies are meant to be shared right?

The book is long, but I recommend reading stories 2,3, and 8. Those are my favorites. : )

All the best,

Your big sister- Courtney

xo

A feeling of excitement came over me. More than anything, I was excited about the idea of us being able to continue talking about sex together. I had no idea where it was going to lead, and I didn't care as long as it kept on going.

That morning, I sat down in my room and started reading her book.

The second story, which she recommended, featured a father and daughter. It wasn't crude the way I expected it to be. It involved an overworked single dad who was stressed from all the pressures he faced at the law firm. He didn't have his wife to comfort him, and when his daughter came to visit from college, she felt guilty that she hadn't been around to help with the household chores and to take care of him. She knew that life had been rough on him lately, and so one night, she wore her mother's old lingerie and greeted her father in the bedroom when he came home from work.

The third story involved a mother and son. The son was an adult helping his mother through a difficult emotional time in her life. She felt lonely and questioned whether she would ever find the perfect mate. She felt deeply insecure about her age, so she joined a gym and bought a new wardrobe, and she modeled herself to her son whenever he visited to get his opinion. He told her that everything she was doing was unnecessary and she was perfect the way she was. That didn't stop her from modeling new outfits for him, and she eventually realized that her own son would have erections while watching her.

And then there was the eighth story in the book. It really caught my eye because it was about a younger brother and his hopelessly romantic older sister. Valentine's Day came and she was heartbroken because the guy she planned on marrying had gotten cold feet and ended their relationship. Her younger brother was there for her. They were home alone after their parents had gone on a vacation to celebrate their 20th anniversary. Soon, the brother and sister grew closer than ever before, sharing their deepest fantasies with each other and living together as an actual couple. It wasn't long before the younger brother was there to satisfy his older sister's sexual needs, and vice versa.

Later that day, Courtney arrived home from work while I was sitting in the living room watching tv. She looked sharp as always. Her hair and makeup were done to perfection, and her clothes were as stylish as any model in a fashion magazine.

"Hey there," she said as came through the door. "I'm assuming you read what I left out for you."

"I did actually. It was pretty interesting. It definitely wasn't what I was expecting."

Her eyebrow raised, "And what exactly were you expecting? I'd really like to know. I've spent all day at work thinking about how you would react to reading it, and wondering if I made a huge mistake or not."

"Frankly, I expected it to be really dirty and nasty," I replied honestly. "But it wasn't. I was surprised at how loving all the stories were."

"Well the word LOVE appears in the title of the book dummy," she said with a playful older sister condescending tone.

"Thanks for the free English lesson sis. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"I'm just teasing. Seriously though, it was a pretty fun read wasn't it? Did you think it was erotic?"

I shrugged, pretending it was no big deal. "Yeah, I guess so. I've never read anything like that before, but yeah, I thought it was good."

"Oh come on. I know you well enough. You hate reading. If that book didn't knock your socks off, you would have stopped in the first few pages and wouldn't have bothered reading the rest. Besides, romance was never your thing."

"Okay, okay," I nodded. "You got me. I thought the stories were surprisingly hot."

"Good. I'm glad you understand why I read it. None of my friends know how much I love that book. They probably assumed I just threw it away that night. It's kind of nice to have someone to talk about this with, even if it's with my own brother."

I found myself becoming slightly aroused at the notion that this would continue with my sister. It was arousing knowing that she wanted to continue discussing the taboo world of incest with me.

"Just consider me a close friend if it makes you feel any better," I said with a smile.

She smiled back, "Thanks friend. So tell me, what was your favorite story that you've read? I'm eager to find out what floats your boat."

"I'm not sure. All the ones I've read so far are equally hot. I especially liked the ones that you recommended."

"Now you're just being coy," she replied. "Come on, what was your favorite? I bet it was one of the mother/son stories wasn't it? Guys your age seem to be into that sorta thing nowadays."

"Yeah, that was pretty hot," I nodded. "Number 8 really got me going though."

We both quickly realized what that meant, and I quickly realized I shouldn't have said it.

A grin slowly appeared on her face. "So...my little brother enjoys brother/sister stories huh? If I remember correctly, you seemingly let it slip that you had fantasized about a certain someone in your family."

"I'm kind of disturbed by how much you enjoy putting me in the hot seat," I joked.

"You're living in my apartment rent free and you don't have a lot of money. How else is a big sister supposed to take advantage of her little brother?"

"That's true. I might actually be better off living with Mom and Dad again."

"That's no fun," she smiled. "So are you going to answer my question or what?"

"What question would that be?"

Her eyebrow raised. "You said the eighth story was your favorite. That's the brother and sister one. Maybe you didn't catch my subtle hints, but I want to know if you thought about me again when you read that."

There was a short pause between us as we looked each other in the eyes. It was obvious that she genuinely wanted to know the answer, and that she wasn't just trying to tease me.

"A little bit," I admitted. "I mean, I couldn't help it. That was the best-written story you recommended and it just so happened to be about a brother and sister. And it isn't my fault that I have a hot older sister."

"Did you masturbate?"

"Oh you bet I did," I said sarcastically and jokingly. "I laid down on your bed naked and stared at your pictures while I went to town on myself. It was so nasty."

"I know you're trying to be playful and make light of all this, but that was kind of a creepy thing to say, even if it was a joke."

I nodded. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Sorry about that."

"Anyway, I don't know about you, but I'm starving. I could really use some good food right about now. Why don't we go out to eat instead of staying here?"

"I'd love to. I saw a great looking ice cream place down the street earlier, maybe we can stop by for deserts."

She smiled, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were mimicking that brother/sister incest story with the whole dinner and ice cream part."

"You can think whatever you want, just as long as you're paying."

SUPER SECRET NAUGHTY COLLECTION *

It was 10 pm by the time we arrived back at her apartment. A simple dinner between siblings turned into a long walk around downtown. We talked about little things and it felt like we were lifelong friends more than anything else. By the time we got back home, we were both exhausted and headed straight to bed.

I had just used the bathroom in the hallway, and she had just grabbed a cup of water from the kitchen when we ran into each other in front of our bedrooms. She was barefoot, and wore her usual large pajama pants and white t-shirt.

"Goodnight," Courtney said happily. "I'll be up early tomorrow, maybe I'll make us some fresh waffles if you're awake."

My eyes briefly wandered around her braless chest before going back to her eyes.

"Yeah, that sounds great sis. Goodnight to you too," I replied.

"Were you just checking me out?"

"Huh?"

She grinned, "I know you were. I'm not stupid. You were looking me over just now."

"Hey, I wouldn't call you out for looking at my privates if I walked around in nothing but underwear," I said jokingly.

"So it's my fault you have a wandering eye huh? And to think, I thought this night would end on a much cleaner note."

"Speaking of which, there's something I've wanted to ask you all night. Well, since yesterday actually. It might be a little inappropriate, but I think we're past that stage already."

Her eyebrow raised, "What is it?"

I mustered up as much courage as I could and asked, "What got you started with those sex toys in your room?"

"Nope, that wasn't inappropriate at all," she said sarcastically. "We're brother and sister which means you're entitled to all of my secrets right?"

"Very funny," I replied. "It was an honest question."

"Why are you asking anyway?

I shrugged. "I don't know. I've always been interested in girls who know what they want sexually. I mean, you don't seem like the kind of girl who would just walk into an adult store and start filling up a cart full of sex toys like you're shopping for Christmas gifts. Yet you've got a bunch of them sitting in your room- no offense. I just think it's fascinating that women can have that secret side to them."

"I know what you're getting at here. It's like that old saying, 'A lady in public, a whore in the bedroom.' It's that whole 'secret slut' thing that men REALLY seem to love. Trust me, I've heard that from all the guys I've dated in my life. Men always want the same things."

"Exactly!"

She suddenly flashed a stern look. "You think I'm a slut and a whore?"

"Really? You're going to start that with me now?"

"Relax," she smiled. "I'm just pulling your leg. Come on, let me show you something."

With that said, she led me inside her room where she put her cup of water down and walked over to her bed.

Her hand rested on top of the counter and Courtney gave me a look of complete sincerity.

"The first time I ever used anything on myself was with my hairbrush several years ago," she said openly. "It's fairly common I guess. Some of my girlfriends have talked about doing the same thing with their brushes."

"So you were doing this stuff while we lived in the same house? AND you talked about it with your friends? That's really really hot."

She nodded. "Yeah, I guess so. I'm sure you'd think it's hotter that when I moved out here, I noticed a small sex shop a couple blocks away. I would pass by it every so often and wondered what it would be like to use an actual sex toy. One day I finally found the courage, put on a big hat and sunglasses, and then I walked inside and bought a small vibrator. Obviously I've become addicted every since."

Hearing my sister's story of buying her first sex toy sent a shiver down my spine. I became aroused. My heart rate picked up. Judging by the look on my sister's face, she knew it, and she loved it.

"Why are you telling me all this?" I asked.

"Because you asked."

"I know I asked, but why all this? You're always so private about this kind of stuff, and just the other day you seemed really uptight about me finding out about your book and your toy collection."

"Fair enough. Honestly, it's because I think it's so cute that you're into this," she said with a smile. "None of my girlfriends know about my sex toys or my incestuous fantasies. Like I said before, it's fun to have someone to talk to about this, and I'm glad it's you."

Courtney opened her drawer to reveal her assortment of sex toys. They looked clean and were neatly arranged in order from smallest to biggest.

She continued, "So here it is, my super secret naughty collection. You're the only person I've ever shown this to. And in case you were wondering, I'll be using this one tonight..."

Her fingers hovered over the different sized vibrators before she finally picked up the one she wanted. It was pink and large.

"That looks pretty big," I said in a raspy voice, trying my best to hide my arousal.

"It's one of my favorites- seven inches," she grinned. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get to bed. And by the looks of things, you need to get back to your room and do the same."

Her eyes were looking down at the bulge in my shorts.

"Umm...yeah...I'll see you tomorrow sis..." I stammered.

She leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the cheek before I went back to my room for the night.

JUST LIKE IN THE STORIES *

The next morning felt like Christmas instead of Valentine's Day. I woke up with the same feelings of excitement over what was to come, but instead of presents under a tree, I was looking forward to whatever else my beautiful sister had in store for me.

After I washed myself in the bathroom, I walked past her room and noticed the vibrator standing on her countertop. It had recently been washed.

Courtney was in the kitchen and I could hear and smell her cooking. She was sharply dressed as always, wearing a stylish but feminine business suit while still barefoot.

"Morning sis," I said enthusiastically.

"Hey there," she replied. A big smile appeared on her face when she looked at me.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing...Well, it just dawned on me that we're acting like a married couple all of a sudden- you know, with how relaxed we're becoming around each other, telling each other our secrets things, and now THIS! I'm cooking you breakfast like I'm some sort of housewife."

I smiled back, "Don't forget that you left your big vibrator out on the table stand for me to see."

"I couldn't put it back inside the drawer while it was still wet," she replied with her trademark stern-older sister look. "I'm glad you woke up early because the food is almost ready. We'll have plenty of time to eat, and best of all, I don't have to rush to work this morning."

Something came over me, a feeling I've never felt for anyone before. I walked over to her while she was in front of the stove and wrapped my arms around her.

"I listened to you using the vibrator last night," I said.

Her eyes stayed on the pan and she kept on stirring as if to avoid the tension between us. "Oh yeah? Maybe I was a little loud. I'll try not to let it happen again."

"I don't mind. I really liked it."

She turned off the stove and set the food on a nearby plate, still ignoring my arms wrapped around her.

"Really? So what did you do about it?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"What do you think I did?"

She turned around and we were face to face, just an inch or two apart. "You touched yourself listening to me. That's what I think you did. Didn't you?"

I nodded. "What did you think about last night? Did you read your book again?"

"I did. I read that book whenever I use that particular vibrator."

"Which story did you read?" I asked.

She leaned forward and said in my ear, "The 8th story. The one about the brother and sister who fall in love and have rough sex in her bedroom when their parents are away."

I instantly became erect hearing her say those words. We held each other tight, and she felt my bulge pressing against her body.

"You feel excited down there," she said playfully.

"Any man would be excited hearing you say that. You're incredibly sexy."

"That's some compliment coming from my younger brother."

"So what happens next?" I asked. "Do we just let go of each other and eat breakfast and pretend like this never happened? Or do we..."

Before I could finish my sentence, my older sister grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me towards her and we kissed. We kissed hard and passionately. We kissed like we didn't have a care in the world. It was a lot of things, and above all, it wasn't the type of kiss you would expect from an older sibling- but I loved it.

"Does that answer your question?" she said after ending the kiss.

"That felt amazing..."

She held my hand and pulled me to her room. "Come on, we don't have any time to waste."

We started making out heavily the moment we stood in her room. There were no inhibitions and no fear of repercussions.

"We're alone," Courtney said. "There's no one here but us. Nobody has to know about this. It's nobody's business anyway."

I gave her another kiss on the lips. "I like where this is heading sis. You know, you could have cut the chase a lot sooner and professed your incestuous fantasies from the moment I started staying with you a few days ago. I wasn't into this back then, but I wouldn't have turned you down either."

She gave me a stern look. "Classy women don't go around telling their secrets and spreading their legs, especially to their own brother. Besides, it's not like I had a plan to make-out with you."

"I was only kidding."

We kissed again briefly and our tongues wrestled in each others mouth.

"I honestly wasn't expecting this, and I definitely wasn't planning on this happening," she said. "It's just one of those things."

"So are we just going to stand here and kiss all morning?" I asked.

She started unbuckling her belt. "We can go a little bit further than that- I don't mind. I want you to make me feel good, just like in the stories. Nothing crude. I want this to be sweet and romantic."

Our eyes were locked together as she dropped her pants and got naked from the waist down.

"I would be happy to oblige," I replied.

"Wonderful. Now open the drawer and pick whichever toy you want to use on me. Make it fast, I have to go to work soon."

I opened the drawer as she laid on the bed before immediately closing it again. It didn't take long for me to select the freshly-washed seven-inch vibrator still standing on her countertop. Her favorite.

"Good choice," she smiled. "Now get between my legs and get to work. I'm sure you'll know what to do."

I was in awe of my sister's half-naked body. Her top half was still dressed in professional business attire, her hair and makeup nicely done. But her feet, calves, thighs, and crotch were all completely nude. Her legs were toned and her crotch was cleanly shaven. When I made a move towards her, she opened her legs and I got between them.

"God, you're so beautiful Courtney. Your vagina looks incredible, and I can't believe how wet it is."

"Of course I'm wet," she said like it was so obvious. "I've spent years getting off to incest stories, now my own brother is about to use my favorite vibrator on me. What girl wouldn't be dripping wet at the thought of that happening?"

"And I thought I was the dirty one in our family," I quipped.

The room was perfectly lit by the morning sunlight and I got a clear view of my sister's vagina. Her legs were spread and I could see her glistening fluids coat her pinks insides. Her labia was light brown and thin, and her clitoris looked swollen. It wasn't hard to figure out how to turn on a vibrator, and once I did, I touched the tip of it against her clit

"Oh..." she gasped. "It's so much better having someone else do it. I could really get used to this."

"You're telling me. I could do this every morning and not get tired of it."

I pushed the vibrator deeper inside her vagina, and I watched her legs shiver. It was surreal. It was as if I had complete sexual power over her, as with every inch I inserted the sex toy deeper inside her body, the more submissive she seemed to become. Her muscles tightened and contracted, and I could hear her breathing heavy. The look on her face was a real turn on as her mouth was wide open and she breathed heavily. Her eyes were wide open, as if she couldn't believe what was happening to her, that her own brother was fucking her with her favorite vibrator.

"Oh god..." she moaned again. "You're a natural at this."

Hearing my sister's encouragement only gave me more confidence that I was doing the right thing. I had never used a vibrator before, let alone on a woman, but it wasn't rocket science. Once it was all the way in, I slowly pulled it out and then I slowly pushed it back in. The look on her face and her continued moaning were helpful signs that I was doing it the way she liked.

Eventually, her muscles were becoming even more stiff, and her breathing became more labored as I fucked her with the sex toy. She was on the verge of an orgasm, and I helped speed things along by rubbing my finger against her clit in a circular motion. It was my first time touching her naked body, and it was just as thrilling as using the vibrator on her. I worked my finger fast on her clitoris the way that I had done with other girls. It's something that always got the job done, and with the added help of a vibrator inside of her, there was no question that she was in store for something special.

"Holy shit! Oh god! I'm about to cum...keeping doing that...keep doing it like that..."

Her eyes suddenly clenched shut and her muscles tightened. She came. Her orgasm was intense and every muscle in her leg contracted. Vaginal fluids drenched her vibrator and it even flowed down her body and stained her bed sheets. When it was over, she just went limp and I turned the sex toy off.

I put my hands on her thighs and rubbed them. "I take it you enjoyed that, sis."

"You bet your ass I did," she replied while catching her breath. "Now that's a great fucking way for a girl to get her morning started."

"What? You mean having her younger brother sexually service her with a giant vibrator?"

She grabbed a pillow and playfully hit me with it. "Don't get cute mister. But seriously, that was fucking awesome. You're a natural at this."

"I'm glad you think so," I replied. "So is this the extent of our new relationship? I service you like in the story?"

"Yeah. I mean, you can always go to your room and jerk off afterwards. Now you'll have something nice to think about when you do it."

"Is that all?"

"Did you have anything else in mind?"

"Kind of," I shrugged. "I'm as hard as a rock over here. Maybe you can do something to help me out."

She paused and stared at me, thinking. "Maybe I'll give you a handjob or something later. But not now. I have to go to work soon and it's a real pain getting out of this jacket and blouse."

"Seriously? You've got other body parts besides your hand."

She raised an eyebrow. "Well, I can't give you a blowjob either because I don't want you to stain my clothes. Fine. You can go ahead and fuck me if you want. I guess it would have happened eventually."

I leaned down and gave her a big kiss on the cheek and another on her lips.

My shorts came off fast and so did my tshirt. I was naked and in between her legs, and she reached down to guide my cock into her wet vagina.

"You still feel tight," I said as my cock slowly entered her.

"Thanks...ughh...I naturally have a tight pussy I guess... oohh... that feels nice..."

She felt wet, and incredibly warm. Her skin was soft and I slowly started to fuck my own sister. We were face to face and we looked each other in the eyes. We kissed again and I slowly began to pick up rhythm. Her hands clasped behind my neck and I really started going at it, and before long, the bed was shaking and the room filled with the lewd noises of us moaning and the bed shaking, along with wet slapping noises from our hard fucking.

We lost track of time as I fucked her. Nothing seemed to matter anymore. She didn't care that she might have been late for work as she never bothered to check the clock like she always did, and neither of us cared that we were committing incest.

"I'm about to cum..." I groaned. "I need to cum so bad."

"Do it inside me..." she grunted. "Not yet... ughh... wait for me first... I'm going to cum again!"

I felt a rush of fluids gushing out of her vagina and onto my raging hard erection. She was having her second orgasm and she squeezed me tightly with her hands and her smooth thighs. Feeling her breath heavy and her fluids gushing was more than enough to send me over the edge. My hard cock erupted inside of her and I pumped load after load of my cum inside my sister's womb.

When it was over, I collapsed on top of her and we both tried to catch our breaths.

"So how did that compare to reading your stories?" I asked, still on top of her with my cock still buried in her vagina.

"Night and day," she replied with a faint voice. "That was even more wild than I ever could have imagined it to be. That was easily the most intense feeling of my life. Nothing comes close to what you just gave me."

"I feel the same about you. As weird as this is, it's worth it. God, can you imagine if Mom and Dad ever found out we did this?"

"It will never come to that. We have to be careful about this. But in the meantime, all of this fucking and incest has left me with an appetite. I'm starving."

She gave me a gentle push and I rolled off of her.

"Do you think you'll need another shower first? That's a serious mess between your legs," I noted.

"I could say the same about you," she replied, looking at my cum drenched cock. "But unfortunately there's no time. I'll just have to use a couple of tissues."

"Well, there's no way I'm putting on my underwear with all this cum all over me. I'll take a quick shower and I'll eat later. You go ahead without me, I don't want you to be late."

"Not so fast. I woke up extra early so that we can have breakfast together, and I'll be damned if we don't. I'll just to find another way to clean you up."

She leaned down and took my wet flaccid cock inside of her mouth and sucked as hard as she could. Even if my cock was completely spent and exhausted, I was still able to enjoy how amazing it was to feel her mouth on me. She sucked and slurped all of my cum, and all of hers. She even licked the fluids around my crotch and balls.

"Holy shit that felt nice," I said enthusiastically. "Remind me to ask for one of those when you get back home."

"Thanks. And by the way, I never really gave much thought as to where you should go to grad school, but it suddenly occurred to me that you should apply to someplace in this area. We could become roomies."

"You know, I just might do that. I mean, it's a beautiful city, vibrant area, good food, and plus I've got a hot older sister with a talented mouth and a nice warm pussy, along a healthy sex drive. What else could a guy ask for in life?"

She smiled, "Well if you're serious about that, then there are a few more rules around here; First, you have to sleep in my room from now on. Your hands and cock are far too talented to be left unattended in the other room. Second, clothes are no longer mandatory. In fact, nudity may become a requirement. Now, let's go eat, I'm hungry."

With that said, my sister got out of bed and walked towards the kitchen for breakfast. She was still naked from the waist down and I watched her ass cheeks move as she walked away. Life was perfect.

519 Oral Fixation with Mom

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Prologue: The Doctor

It was 6:13 am when the doctor masturbated in bed while reading erotica stories on her mobile device. It was still dark while she played with her pussy and she had no idea how her life was about to change in just a few hours.

She had woken up thinking of her plans for the laboratory that day, but as usual, she needed Literotica relief to get herself going. Taboo stories were her favorite. These days, it was her main preference. Being single and middle-aged, this was the doctor's only naughty outlet. No one could have ever suspected that such a highly-regarded researcher like herself had such kinks.

With as much knowledge as she had for human biology, the doctor never understood what drew her to mom/son fantasies. Sure, she felt guilty for giving herself orgasms to stories of mothers sucking off their sons in the living room, or having rough sex in the bedroom. After a while, she stopped trying to figure it out, and she stopped feeling guilty over these dark desires.

After making herself cum, she put her device down and grabbed a tissue from the bedside table and wiped between her legs. With the soiled tissue in hand, she went to the bathroom to prepare for another long day at work.

In her mind, sex and happiness went hand in hand. But of course, she'd never tell that to anyone. She was mindful of her reputation along with the cultural values she was raised to uphold.

Story: The Lawyer

Lauren was the lead contracts manager at the medical research facility. And since her recently graduated son had difficulty finding a job, she managed to convince the company to hire him on a temporary basis.

Her job was mostly humdrum legal work and these days there wasn't much to do in her office with the ongoing lockdown. All of the action was taking place in the laboratories where things were bustling.

When her son Ben returned to the office after running a few errands, she noticed that he was slightly giddy. A mother can always tell. And she knew that her son had spent the past few weeks flirting with a special someone. Her source in the lab had confirmed that Ben was indeed in the midst of a budding relationship with a cute young woman of the same age, who works as a medical intern.

"You seem to take longer these days," she noted, conducting a secret interrogation of her son's activities.

Ben shrugged it off. "There are more safety precautions, you know. Plus there are interesting things going on and I took a few peeks."

She watched her son taking off his mask and making himself comfortable on his seat. Her son was definitely peeking at something. And she was certain it wasn't lab research.

"No worries," she replied. "It's not like we're busy or anything."

Ben leaned back in his seat. "Are things usually busy around here?"

"It ebbs and flows. Sometimes it's overwhelming. Sometimes there's not much to do. It all depends on what the corporate needs are."

"Well, at least I'm getting experience and a resume-boost from working here. Thanks again."

Lauren smiled as her heart warmed. "My pleasure. Even though there's not much going on at the moment, I still expect you to learn how to conduct yourself in the office. I notice you've been slacking."

It was a gentle tease for how much her son has been wandering and flirting with the other new girl in the building.

Ben took it in stride. "Me? What do you expect? There's not much work to be done."

With that, he unleashed a short series of coughs. Nothing worrying. But enough for Lauren to raise reasonable suspicions.

"Are you okay?" she asked with an eyebrow lifted.

He cleared his throat. "Yeah... mmhhmm... yeah, I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Trust me. No one heard it, and I didn't cough on anyone, if that's what you're worried about."

Her son had developed a small cough the last couple of days. Taking all the right precautions, she took her son's temperature every morning and night. Everything had checked out, including this morning. Ben's energy levels were the same as it always was. The only issue was that small, recurring cough.

Although there was a generous supply of test kits in the building, those were reserved for the medical researchers. She didn't want to place any undue burdens on anyone over what seemed like an insignificant cough. But then again, she couldn't risk anyone's health and safety either.

"Are you settled in?" she asked sweetly. "Or do you feel like getting up again and running another errand?"

"Work is work. What do you need?"

Lauren reached into her purse for cash. "I have a sudden craving for a cheese steak sandwich across the street. Mind grabbing some?"

She dangled the cash between her fingers and saw her son's eyes light up.

"Now this is the kind of work I like. You want the usual?"

"Oh yeah. Text me when it's ready and we'll eat outside on the bench. Don't forget the cherry coke."

Her son took the money and briskly left the office.

The moment she was alone, Lauren got her phone and texted her friend in the building, one of the medical researchers in the lab. When her friend was on a break, Lauren took the elevator to where the research labs were.

Down the hall was the private office of Dr. Siri Gupta. They had been close friends for many years, helping each other whenever they needed. Lauren always gave personal legal advice, and Dr. Gupta was always happy to share medical knowledge.

Normally they'd start with small talk in the doctor's office, but Lauren skipped that today after closing the door.

"What are your thoughts on coughing without a fever?" Lauren asked promptly.

"If you're asking about the virus, then it's a possible sign of infection. Everyone reacts differently. A cough may be just a cough, of course."

"Hmmm."

"Why do you ask?"

"Ben has developed a small cough lately," she replied. "It could be nothing, though. Maybe I'm overreacting."

She noticed the doctor fidget, ever so slightly, at the mention of her son. Deep down, Lauren had the sneaking suspicion that Dr. Gupta had a slight attraction to her son, which was amusing if anything.

Being women in their mid-40's, many of their private conversations revolved around men and their respective dating lives, or lack thereof. It only seemed fitting that she got medical advice from someone who had a keen interest in her son's well-being.

"Would you like me to perform a test on him?" Dr. Gupta asked with a little smile.

"I don't want to burden anyone, especially with limited test kits. Believe me, we're making sure we follow all of the safety precautions."

"How is Ben feeling, in terms of his energy?"

"He feels exactly the same and I take his temperature regularly. I'm probably overreacting."

Dr. Gupta tapped her own chin while thinking. "We can never be too careful. If you want to save our test kits, then there are other ways of knowing if a person is infected by the virus."

"Oh?" Lauren's attention was now piqued.

"Does Ben currently have any skin abnormalities? Any rashes or skin inflammation?"

"None that I'm aware of. Is that a sign of anything?"

"I'll email you an article from Time that I read this morning. Researchers have determined that there's a link between having the virus and reaction on a person's skin."

Lauren gave a slow nod. "That sounds interesting. I'll be sure to let Ben know about that."

"There's also... hmm... nevermind."

The doctor was known for being an articulate speaker and this was the first time Lauren had ever noticed her stopping mid-sentence.

"What is it?" Lauren asked. "I'm open to any suggestions you may have."

"I think you're right to be cautious with your son. If there's any chance that Ben is infected, then you would likely be infected too, and it would spread around the laboratory at the worst possible time."

A trickle of fear crept down Lauren's spine at the possibility that an outbreak could occur because of themselves.

"That would be horrible," Lauren sighed.

Dr. Gupta gave a short nod. "First, I think it would be helpful if you explained to Ben everything I've said about any skin irritations."

"That makes sense. He's always had clear skin, so any irregularities would be easy to spot."

"It would help if you two were partners," the doctor said. "You could examine his back. Ben could examine your back. It's more thorough that way."

Lauren briefly paused at that suggestion. Checking out her son's back was one thing, because Ben was unashamed of walking around shirtless around the house after a workout, but for Ben to return the favor and check her back in return?

Whatever the case, she trusted this doctor more than anyone, as this doctor was consistently at the forefront of new medical research. And if this is what it took to maintain a healthy and safe environment, then so be it.

"That'll work," Lauren said with a slight gulp. "I see Ben shirtless all the time. He wouldn't mind if I took a closer peek."

Dr. Gupta arched an eyebrow. "But the question is, do you mind if Ben takes a look at your back? I can imagine that it would be a slight issue for you."

"Oh, that? It's nothing," she laughed.

As much as Lauren tried to act nonchalant about it, her expressive face revealed her hesitation, which the doctor realized.

"I know it's unusual," Dr. Gupta said in a reassuring tone, as if speaking with a patient instead of a friend. "But there is a precedent for family members helping each other this way. I'm sure you'll get used to it."

"Yeah, well, Ben has never needed an excuse for looking at a woman's body. He's quite the flirt."

"I can certainly imagine. Tell me, does Ben have any sexual relationships that you're aware of?"

If she didn't know any better, Lauren could swear that there was a faint sparkle in Dr. Gupta's eyes. Yes, it was definitely there. Their friendship was tight enough that they shared plenty of dating or romantic stories. Nothing salacious, but within the realm of reason in the workplace. She knew that her friend was intrigued by this.

"He's single. If you want me to be honest, he's not hooking up with anyone either, if that's of any relevance."

Dr. Gupta squinted her eyes. "How do you know?"

"I can tell based on his moods," she replied, trying to be frank about things. "He's only flirting with that new intern in the lab."

"Hmm..."

"What is it?"

"If we're having an open conversation here..." Dr. Gupta said, her voice wandering off for a moment. "If we're being honest, these things usually turn into sexual relationships. It's normal for young adults at that stage of their lives."

Lauren noticed the tone of the doctor's voice and saw the sharpness in the doctor's eyes. There was something going on.

"Would that be a problem?"

"The virus can't be transmitted sexually," Dr. Gupta said bluntly. "Putting it another way, we know that semen and vaginal secretions do not carry the pathogens. But..."

Lauren's eyes widened. "But, what?"

"I'm working on a theory that if the virus can cause irritations to the skin, then why not changes to a man's semen as well? Again, it's just a little theory of mine that I'd possibly want to test."

She noticed the conflicted nature on the doctor's face and they both seemed to tense as the conversation veered towards a sexual path. But the point was worth thinking about. Her son was an active young man and she knew that he was already experienced with sex.

"I'm open to anything you have in mind," Lauren said with a hint of reservation.

Dr. Gupta's lips pursed for a moment. "Let me get to the point since we're short on time; we're both adult women and we know what semen tastes like."

"Sure, yes," Lauren nodded, trying not to be embarrassed for the sake of an important discussion.

"There's a theory floating around in my head that an increase in body temperature or changes in hormones could change the taste of a man's semen. And that subtle difference in taste could be a tell-tale sign of spotting infection."

Lauren giggled. "I don't think there's any chance that Ben would ever taste-test his own semen."

"You could do it for him."

The doctor's deadpan expression stopped Lauren cold. It was without a doubt the most insane thing they had ever discussed. She knew that the doctor liked pushing the envelope when it came to research. It was the very reason why this doctor was in charge of her own research department; the woman knew her stuff.

"Me?" Lauren asked like a student who had been caught doing something wrong.

"Who else? The intern? Lauren, I think it's a novel approach. Think about it, now isn't the time for Ben to hook up with every pretty girl in this building, which could very well happen."

"Yes, but..."

"And theoretically, if you could curtail Ben's needs, then he wouldn't go wandering around the building with sex on his mind."

Lauren sighed. "Ben does have a wandering eye. He's 24."

"It's just a thought. I'm not pushing you to do anything. I never would. I was mainly thinking out loud, I suppose."

"I love how our conversations are so unpredictable."

Dr. Gupta laughed. "That's why we get along so well."

The phone beeped and the doctor was summoned back to the lab. When they went their separate ways, Lauren promised to give it a thought. For whatever reason, she almost felt the doctor was being pushy about it.

As she headed back to her own office, Lauren wondered if the doctor had ulterior motives, which could have very well been the case.

While having lunch with her son on the outdoor bench, Lauren took a few liberties with her appearance. She had undone the top two buttons of her blouse, showing a bit of her chest. She ruffled her hair a bit. And she sat with her legs crossed in her son's direction, so that her calves would be showing from her raised office skirt.

"I know about your friend," she said playfully, in between bites of her delicious sandwich. "Hey, workplace romances are normal. I have plenty of friends who have gotten married after meeting on the job."

Ben took another bite and drank soda. "That obvious?"

"Kind of. And I have my sources."

"I should have known you'd be keeping an eye on me," he said, before taking another big bite of his food.

"Don't forget that I'm your boss and it's part of my job to keep a watchful eye on new employees."

They continued eating their delicious food under the sun that beautiful day, when Ben suddenly coughed while eating, causing food to fly out of his mouth and onto the concrete.

It was only one cough, but it was enough to make her worry again. For the last hour, she toyed with the idea of using Dr. Gupta's suggestion. Now, as she watched her son wipe his mouth with a napkin after the cough, the idea seemed more and more reasonable (as crazy as it still was).

"Are you sure you're okay?" she asked, wrapping her food so she could eat the rest for dinner.

When she put her food down, Lauren made a point to slightly bend over and squeeze her chest together, so that cleavage would slightly be exposed. When she sat upright again, she crossed her legs a little tighter.

From the looks of things, it was working, as Ben took a quick glance. Nothing obscene, but enough to prove that her body still had a sense of allure.

"Seasonal allergies," he said, brushing it off. "It's nothing."

"You know, I sent you an email before you came back. It was something from Dr. Gupta about skin conditions. You don't have any weird rashes or skin irritations, do you?"

"I'm pretty sure I don't."

"Okay, apparently it's a sign of the virus. Dr. Gupta suggested that we could be buddies in this. I could examine your backside for you."

Ben shrugged, amused. "A little weird, but why not?"

"Good. In exchange, you could check my backside."

"You want me to check your backside?" he asked, nearly gawking at the thought.

"Obviously not my ass. But, you know, my back."

"Right, that sounds good. It's hard to believe that you'd want me to check your back, but whatever."

Lauren smiled, "You don't think I can do it?"

"Not really," he smiled in return.

So far, Ben was falling into her trap. But that meant that she now had the burden of following through with this crazy scheme. At least this potential plan was medically approved, she told herself.

Glancing around, she made sure that no one was looking. When it was safe, she undid two more buttons on the blouse she had already loosened earlier. It was enough for her bra to be exposed, and when she pulled the right side of her blouse, her cup was showing.

"Maybe I'm not as prudish as you think," Lauren said, watching the dazed demeanor on her son's face.

Ben's eyes were fixated on the bra. "Mom, it's showing."

"I know. We have a deal, right? I'll check your skin for rashes; you check mine. Every morning and night?"

"That sounds good, if you're able to show me your back."

"Are you still doubting me?" she asked playfully.

"It won't be an equal showing. That's all I'm saying."

Putting an end to her son's doubt, and pushing the bounds of her scheme, Lauren grabbed her bra cup and gave it a slight pull so that the large pink nipple on her small right breast was exposed. Her eyes glanced around to make sure that no one was looking. To the best of her knowledge, no one saw.

Looking back at her son, she now saw a horny young man. Ben's legs shifted and Lauren was almost positive that there was a budding erection beneath those pants. If she could make him erect with her nipple, then surely Ben would be open to further examinations with his semen.

She quickly tucked her nipple away and adjusted her bra so that it fit properly. Then she buttoned her blouse all the way it, the way it should be. Adjusting herself, she sat upright again and prayed that no one had seen this.

"It'll be an equal showing," she said reassuringly. "Now do you believe me?"

Ben gave a wry smile. "Now I do. What's gotten into you? That was the first time I ever saw your... nevermind..."

"I'm making it clear that I'll do whatever it takes to make sure you're healthy. Even if it makes me a little uncomfortable."

At around 3 pm was when the researchers took their final break of the day before doing a final round of study afterwards. By that time, Lauren's pussy was a mess, thinking of doing things with her son's penis for the first time. As far as she was concerned, Ben's sexual life was none of her business. Especially since she knew that her son practiced safe sex.

The truth was, she loved sucking cock from the first time she had ever done it. It came naturally to her and she enjoyed the feeling of a male pulsing and throbbing inside of her mouth. She loved hearing those moans and feeling the strange, sexual power she got from it.

As far as tasting/swallowing cum, that was more of an acquired taste. Like wine, she couldn't really get into it until her early 30's. That's when she was truly able to swallow a man's load without gagging or wanting to spit it out. By then, the taste was officially acquired.

On her computer screen were articles about the virus and semen, and how they related to each other. The doctor had emailed these to her a while ago so she could read and consider them.

She snapped out of her trance when she got a text message:

Dr. Gupta: We're having coffee in the lounge. Feel free to use my office. No one is there. Use pillow for your knees. Plenty of wipes for cleanup. Give me all details!

For Lauren, the message woke her up more than any cup of coffee. Now, the thoughts she had been toying with seemed more real than ever. And a pillow for her knees? Surely the doctor had lost her mind expecting anything to happen in the workplace.

Lauren: Seriously? : /

About 30 seconds later, the reply came.

Dr. Gupta: Only an option. Please remember, safety of entire lab at stake! Let's proceed with caution. Who knows who your son may be tempted by. Better YOU than Ben dating around. Have to go. Luv u

She knew she was being guilt-shamed, but as a mother, it always worked. It was time to implement the plan and Lauren stood up to do what she needed to do.

"Come on," she said, tugging at her son's arm.

Ben was surprised, sitting in front of the computer. "Where are we going?"

"Stretching our legs with a walk. I want to show you something."

Without saying another word, Lauren marched her son down the hall, like a teacher sending a student towards detention. They went to the floor where the labs were, and while most of the researchers and staff were on a short break, they headed towards Dr. Gupta's office.

"I'll try to make this quick," Lauren said, closing the door so they could have privacy.

The office was normal sized and formal looking. Medical books were arranged on the walls. The doctor's desk was cluttered with papers. Then her eyes darted towards a couch which had a comfortable pillow on it. Now, all she could think about was how that pillow would feel on her knees.

"What are we doing here?" Ben asked with a shrug, wondering what this was all about.

"Look, you're a handsome young man, strapping, and at your physical peak. I know where this will eventually lead between you and that intern, or anyone else."

"Huh?"

Lauren sucked in a deep breath. "You obviously want sex."

"Well... I mean... who doesn't?" Ben blushed. "But why are you asking."

"Dr. Gupta has been advising me on virus prevention strategies these last two months. She's also given me additional tips on how to spot infection, which is why I showed you my nipple earlier. Because we're going to check each other's skin."

"Oh, wow," Ben said, taken aback by all this. "So you want to check each other's skin now?"

"No, I want to suck your dick."

Those words felt like blasphemy coming from her mouth. But it was necessary. It almost felt like therapy, where after saying it, it felt like a huge relief. She saw the stunned look on her son's face and she had anticipated this.

"You do?" he asked.

"Let's get something straight, I'm not a pervert, and this isn't about my fantasies or whatever. Nor does it have anything to do with me being single either."

Ben gulped and slowly nodded. "I get it. The doctor gave you... I mean, us... advice on how to spot something."

"Right, exactly."

"That's why we're here," he gulped again. "Because... ummm... you want to check something. I mean, something out of necessity."

"Correct. So you understand."

He nodded. "I do."

Deep down, Lauren saw through her son's act. She knew her son was horny as hell at the prospect of getting blown by mom. She couldn't blame him. This was her own doing. She was the one who put her son in this precarious position.

She walked over to the couch and grabbed the pillow. Then she tossed it to the floor, in front of her son, as she walked towards him.

"Dr. Gupta believes we should try this," she tried explaining. "Something about a potential link between semen and the virus. It's nothing confirmed, but it's suspected that it could affect the taste, if that makes sense."

Ben gulped, hard. "It makes all the sense in the world."

She was thoroughly amused when her son's voice nearly squeaked. And when she stood before him, she saw that her son was nervous.

"I'm going to get on my knees," she said as calmly as possible. "I'm going to undo your pants. Then I'm going to give you a standard blowjob to extract your semen."

"Okay," he said in a low voice.

"Is your load full? Did you masturbate this morning? Or in the bathroom here? Did the intern blow you?"

Ben pushed away his shame to answer. "I haven't done anything with myself since last night. So I'm pretty full I think."

"Do you promise you haven't done anything with the intern? If I put my mouth around your penis, and I discover that the intern gave you a blowjob, I'm going to flip out. I don't tolerate getting anyone's sloppy-seconds."

"I swear. I'm as clean as can be."

Her son's voice squeaked once again and she knew he was telling the truth. The fact that her son hadn't cum today only meant that there'd be plenty for this unholy taste testing. And it would have to be the first of many, if the results were to be accurate.

Lauren dropped down to her knees, onto the pillow on the floor. The doctor was right. It was comfortable having her knees on the pillow and it would help her focus during this incestuous task.

She met no resistance as she undid her son's pants. Looking up, she saw disbelief on Ben's face as he realized that she was telling the truth about all of this. That she was really going to suck his dick.

When she pulled Ben's pants down, there it was. Her son was halfway erect and it looked so enticing. She reflexively cleared her throat in preparation for what she was about to do. She had to keep reminding herself that this was for health reasons, and not solely for sexual pleasure.

But seeing her son's cock throb, her pussy could only turn wet. It looked beautiful and her eyes feasted on her son's manhood.

Touching her son's penis for the first time, it instantly twitched. Then she grabbed a tight hold of it. The cock was officially throbbing in her hand and she gave it a few strokes, making it truly come to life.

When she pointed the tip of her son's penis towards her mouth, she questioned whether or not she could actually do this, but she had already come this far. Her pussy was aching and she wanted what was best for her son. So she did it.

She took her son's erection into her mouth and sucked on it. She heard an instant moan and she expected that. With a mouth and tongue as good as hers, she knew how to give pleasure. She just never thought she'd ever be giving that pleasure to her own son!

Closing her eyes, she did her very best to make her son orgasm as quickly as possible. In the rush to do this, she hadn't prepared any containers or anything, so she'd have to swallow her son's entire load. For some reason, that only made her wetter.

As her mouth sucked tightly and her tongue swirled around the head, she was lost in the moment. It was, without a doubt, the most unusual and sexually taboo moment of her entire life. It would be something that was being seared into her mind and possibly something to keep her masturbating for a long time.

Without a hint of warning, the door swung open and she could hear footsteps. Before Lauren could spit her son's dick out of her mouth, she heard the door close.

"Oh good!" Dr. Gupta exclaimed. "I was afraid I missed this."

Lauren held the cock in her hand, saliva hanging down her chin, while looking at her friend. It all happened so fast that she didn't know how to process this embarrassing situation.

"What are you doing here?" Lauren asked after gulping and wiping the saliva from her lips.

"It's my office."

"But you knew I'd be here."

"I never mentioned anything about privacy," Dr. Gupta said, approaching them with a flounce in her step. "Please, continue. I can help facilitate, but from the looks of things, you're already a pro at giving oral sex."

Lauren was oddly flattered. "Thank you."

"Come on, I have to get back to work soon. Keep on sucking. Allow me to observe your research."

Before Lauren could seek clarity over what was happening, the doctor reached down and shoved Ben's penis back into her mouth. She was miffed that the doctor had actually touched her son's penis. And she was slightly annoyed that the doctor had stuffed it in her mouth, pulling her head towards it, nearly making it hit her throat. But it was hot, so she forgave the doctor.

The doctor never let go, either. Lauren had to get used to the fact that Dr. Gupta was now in charge of this medical blowjob. The doctor had a firm hold on the back of her neck, and made her head bob in a fast rhythm, all while holding her son's cock straight.

Lauren looked up to see how her son was handling all this. Ben hadn't agreed to let another woman join this session. Seeing her son's reaction, she should have known that Ben would still be horny as hell. Her son was loving this.

"This is for your own good," Dr. Gupta said in a low moan. "Mom needs to keep you satisfied, or else you could go around infecting others with your magnificent penis."

Being forced to suck deeper by a pushing hand, Lauren was shocked by what she was hearing. Now she fully understood that her friend, the doctor, had ulterior motives in all this. She knew that the doctor was attracted to this salacious taboo.

Dr. Gupta continued, "In the lab, please let mom suck on it. We do vital work here and it's so important to maintain harmony. We need things nice and safe and we can't have your cock screwing our interns... just your mom's mouth... oh goodness..."

While sucking deep, Lauren looked to her side to see the doctor, who was still pushing her head back and forth. She caught a glimpse of the aroused expression on Dr. Gupta's face. This woman seemed entranced by the incest, but it wasn't a reason to stop. Lauren kept on sucking her son's dick with all her might.

"I'm going to cum," Ben whispered.

"Yes, yes," Dr. Gupta replied with delight. "Fill your mother's mouth so she can get a good taste of it."

The doctor stroked Ben's shaft while pushing the back of Lauren's head. With a hard cock plunging in her mouth, Lauren held tight for what surely would be a real mouthful for her to receive.

Sure enough, as the doctor stroked the shaft furiously, Ben's cock shot an explosion of cum into her mouth. The first load hit the back of Lauren's throat, nearly making her gag. But she just swallowed it down like a trooper and kept on sucking. The second load hit the top of her mouth. The third load glazed her tongue.

Lauren swallowed everything and she savored Ben's taste. It was like any normal man's flavor, but with a special something of knowing that it came from her own son's penis. Her tongue licked the entrance to her son's softening penis to get the rest of the cum.

When the cock turned flaccid, she allowed it to fall out of her mouth and she looked at her friend with a serious gaze.

"I may have gotten carried away," Dr. Gupta smiled. "Now tell me, how does it taste?"

Lauren licked her lips. "It tastes like cum. Plain, regular cum. It's delicious as far as I'm concerned."

"But it's your son's. You should be proud."

"We need to have a long, long discussion about this in private later."

"Of course," Dr. Gupta said in a courteous tone, before turning towards the son. "Ben, did you enjoy your mother's mouth?"

"I did," Ben nodded. "That was amazing. I've never been sucked off like that before in my life. Wow."

Dr. Gupta smiled, "There's nothing like a mother's love, is there? I expect you two to report to my office every morning. Consider it my professional recommendation."

Mystified, Lauren looked up at her son, who stood proud with his flaccid penis dangling, and a hint of excitement on his face.

Epilogue: The Examinations

The doctor masturbated like never before since this all started. First in her office after seeing it. Then at nights and mornings before work. It was all part of the job. But this was business and pleasure.

In the morning, she had Lauren and Ben remove their tops completely while in her office with the door closed. She inspected their flesh. Then she had Ben examine Lauren's breasts in full detail. Not just the skin. But she taught Ben how to give mom a breast exam to check for any lumps.

"It's good education," the doctor told the son.

They agreed, and despite their nerves, continued with the medical examinations of their sexual parts. She even taught Lauren how to perform a proper testicular exam on her son.

Afterwards, she had Lauren get on her knees (with the pillow, of course) to suck Ben's dick.

"Morning blowjobs are always a treat," the doctor chirped. "Isn't that right, mom?"

She smiled when Lauren moaned her approval. And she was deeply aroused when Ben filled mom's mouth with cum. The doctor's rule was strict. Ben was not allowed to cum at home during the weekday. The only place Ben could cum was in this office, in mom's mouth, under the doctor's supervision.

Following orders, Lauren opened her mouth to show off a pool of Ben's cum. Giving a thorough visual inspection first, the doctor followed up with a taste test. The doctor dipped her finger into Lauren's pooled mouth and tasted the cum.

"Delicious... err... It tastes normal," Dr. Gupta smiled, correcting herself. "Lauren, you may swallow now and put your top back on. Today is another busy day."

The doctor took pleasure in watching Lauren swallow. She used a sanitary wipe to help clean Lauren's face. She also took pleasure in watching the mom/son duo get dressed and leave towards the legal department.

520 Owning Mom's Wet Pussy

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Lauren patiently waited for her son to arrive back at their Beverly Hills hotel room that morning. She had used her connections in the entertainment industry to get him an audition with the producers of an upcoming movie.

She was surprised when Chris arrived sooner than expected and she greeted him while still dressed in her beautiful silk robe. Knowing her son so well, she immediately recognized the expression on his face. It was the look of an actor who was disappointed in his performance.

"Why the long face?" she asked, rubbing her son's shoulder.

He closed the door. "Why do you think?"

"That bad?"

He sighed, "Actually, I wasn't bad, it's that I was -- I don't know -- underwhelming I guess."

"It happens," Lauren replied with sympathy. "What did they say?"

"That the lead actress and I make a great looking couple. But they also think I'm 'too nice' for the role. At least they're giving me a chance to audition again tomorrow."

It made sense. Lauren knew her son was a sweet natured, mellow guy. That counts for a lot in life, but not necessarily in Hollywood. Movie studios frequently utilize actors with an edge, especially for this type of project.

The movie, an erotic spy thriller, explored Dom/sub themes and contained several graphic scenes. Chris wanted a small, but pivotal role in the movie as a love interest of the main female character. With an Oscar winning director, the movie was sure to be a big hit and would be the perfect vehicle for her son to increase his visibility.

Her son's discouraging try-out broke Lauren's heart. As a mother, her protective instinct shifted into overdrive. If her son wanted this part, she would do whatever it took to help him achieve his goal. And selfishly, she wanted her own legacy as an actress to continue through the success of her talented son.

"You're very lucky to have a second audition," Lauren said to bolster his mood. "It means they like you and they're still making up their minds. At worst, they're keeping you as a backup."

"Yeah. But honestly? Our preparation was totally off. I felt like a freaking statue compared to what they wanted. One of the producers even asked me if I was a virgin, that's how dry some of my acting was."

It was a fair point. The movie was highly risque and Lauren held back several times during their private rehearsals. As his mother, she had refused to practice any of the sexual dialogue with him. It just didn't seem proper.

Maybe it was time for a different strategy!

She managed a smile, "With my help, the producers will practically beg you to take the role."

"As a sexually dominant male? That's what they want. We'll have to work a miracle to make that happen. I still it's possible though, with the right... you know... techniques."

Lauren put a finger on her son's lips. "Well, actors have to act. The role is for a sexually dominant male, so that's what you'll become. Okay?"

When she removed her finger from Chris's lips, she saw a fire in his eyes. Her young man was clearly reinvigorated for this challenge. She was pleased that he had inherited her best qualities.

More importantly, she was proud that her son was driven to succeed.

"What do I have to do?" he asked earnestly.

She drummed her fingers against her hips. "Now, this is the awkward part. I'll need you to... hmmm... how should I put this?"

"It's okay, mom. Let's just be mature. Treat me like I'm an acting student, who is anxious to learn your techniques."

Lauren raised an eyebrow. "Now you're opening Pandora's Box. If you really want me to act like a coach, I'll do it."

"That's exactly what I want," he smiled, lusting for knowledge.

She stared long and hard at her son. Was pursuing this role worth changing their mother/son relationship? In Hollywood, nothing is off limits when it comes to fame. In this case, the potential payoff was attractive enough for Lauren to overcome her discomfort and she made her final decision.

"Fine," she said. "If you were my acting student, and not my son, then I'd recommend a more hands-on approach, like method acting."

"Now we're getting somewhere," he grinned.

With her hands on her hips, Lauren thought about how far she should push this transformation. But if Chris wanted a challenge, Lauren felt compelled to provide him with one.

"You and I are having lunch downstairs at the restaurant," she said. "As you may recall, there's a specific scene in the script between the lead female character and yours that takes place in an elegant restaurant. Catch my drift?"

Chris's jaw dropped slightly. "Are you suggesting..."

"Afraid of a little roleplay with your mother?"

"Well, I mean, yeah. It's awkward."

"This will give you an edge," she reminded. "If you can learn to dominate me, just think how comfortable you'll be with any other actress."

The look of shock in Chris's eyes slowly morphed into confidence.

"Right," he said casually. "My performance with the actress was stiff."

She quipped, "If this training works out, you'll be stiff again."

"Huh!?"

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding," she laughed, as did her son.

"Seriously though, how far are we going?"

She looked around the room. "Well, let's see how far we need to go, but, I know the perfect way to start. Follow me."

Lauren grabbed her son's arm and pulled him towards her luggage. Together, they looked inside at her neatly arranged stylish clothes.

She rubbed her son's arm to bolster his confidence. "I'm only going to say this once. From now until the end of lunch, you have my permission to do whatever you want with me. Stick to the script as your guideline and fully embrace your dominance. Own me. Got it?"

It was exciting to see the determined look on her son's face.

"I'm assuming you want me to pick your outfit," he said.

"Yes. Anything you want."

Lauren watched her son gulp as he navigated uncharted territory. Their boundaries had always been clear. She had raised Chris to be a gentleman and he treated her with respect at all times.

She watched her son as he struggled to attack this role with conviction. Raising an eyebrow, he leaned over the suitcase and stared at her clothes, as if in deep thought.

Chris pointed to a low cut white knit dress. "That one. And the black panties next to it."

"Nice choice. And for my bra?"

The detached look on his face was reassuring. Her son was really getting into character!

"No bra," he said, in a tone that brokered no argument. "But wear a thin jacket over it."

Lauren gasped at the choice of clothing because of her sizeable breasts. She had no problem showing them off in the right setting. It was one thing to go braless for a ceremony or big Hollywood event. But flaunting her chest to her son? While sitting across the table from him? In public?

Though shocking, it was also strangely arousing. Lauren, like most people from Hollywood, was an exhibitionist at heart.

"I like this new version of you," she giggled. "Strong and confident."

He stood firm. "We're both in character."

Knowing her son intimately, Lauren was sure Chris felt deeply conflicted about his behavior. Historically, he had always followed her instructions, not the other way around!

But this is exactly what Lauren asked for. To make her son into a sex symbol, she needed him to delve further into the role.

The only problem now was, he was still looking at her!

"I'm naked under my robe and lingerie," she said curtly.

"Yes, I would imagine so."

Chris showed no sign of backing down, just like the character in the movie. Lauren felt slightly unnerved by this.

Her eyes narrowed. "Wait, are you asking me to undress in front of you?"

Finally, he relented with a smile. "I need to use the bathroom before we go. Be ready when I'm done."

This was much more realistic than their previous rehearsals. When the door to the bathroom closed, Lauren removed her silk robe and lingerie to stand completely naked in the hotel room.

Reaching inside the luggage, she pulled out the panties her son had selected, which happened to be quite small. She shimmied them over her hips and checked her reflection. Dressed only in the barely-there panties, she was satisfied that her intense exercise regimen was worth every second. Trim and toned, she was the epitome of a modern actress in her late forties.

When she turned to pick up the dress, her phone beeped. She went to her nightstand, where her phone was charging, and checked a text message from one of the producers.

Hey Lauren. I'm sure you've heard the news about today's audition. Chris has the right stuff and did well. We're looking at a couple others though. He's in second or third place. He could be first place! You need to push him more

Lauren pursed her lips after reading the message. She sat on the bed, still topless, and thought of her response.

In Hollywood, talent alone isn't always enough to land key roles; it also takes the right connections and the appropriate amount of tenacity.

She texted back: Give my Christopher a closer look tomorrow. We're trying new tactics and you'll be amazed! : )

Lauren smiled after sending the text, and just then, the bathroom door opened. Totally focused on texting the producer, she forgot about her state of undress and that her son would soon return.

Looking up, with her phone in hand, she was startled to see Chris ogling her tits. Though typically not shy, she immediately used her forearm to cover her suddenly erect pink nipples.

"I'm still dressing!" she hollered.

Still in character, Chris replied, while slowly turning his back, "You look beautiful. Don't be ashamed."

Lauren cringed while pulling on her dress, and before it was properly adjusted, she gave her son the okay signal.

"You can look now," she said, still adjusting the form-fitting fabric around her breasts. "I hope you appreciate this."

"I do, in more ways than you know," he said seriously, while watching.

Lauren made no effort to hide as she tucked her breasts in place. It was something every large breasted woman does while dressing in a tight dress. However, she was doing it in front of her son, which was very unorthodox. She juggled her fleshy tits while Chris gazed intently at the show, allowing him to admire her beauty.

At that hour, the restaurant was fairly crowded. They were seated near a window by the street and had enough space for a private conversation. Once the waiter took their orders and collected the menus, they were left with nothing to do but look at each other while waiting for their food to arrive.

Lauren blushed, her fingers lightly pulling the thin jacket more tightly around her shoulders. Unbuttoned as it was, the jacket only covered the shape of her braless chest. However, her plunging neckline was on full display.

Women can tell when men peep at their bodies, and Lauren knew her son had glanced at her chest several times. With cleavage like hers, she was used to that kind of attention, but certainly not from her son.

"You're doing really well staying in character," she said. "But I want you to push yourself even more. Think about the restaurant scene in the script."

As if on cue, Lauren's phone beeped. She excused herself for having to look at her phone and saw a message from the same producer.

Your son has other tricks up his sleeve? Great! If both of you are free this afternoon, come back at 2 pm. More time today. We're busier tomorrow. Let me know. Thnx!

Lauren smiled and nodded her head.

"What is it?" Chris asked.

"I may have put in a good word with the producer. They're willing to give you another audition today after lunch. What do you think?"

His eyes lit up. "I'll be there."

"I'm going also. It'll be nice to catch up with old friends and perhaps I can give you pointers on eroticism when needed."

"You'll be my good luck charm."

Lauren texted back and finalized everything. Nailing the performance was critical and she needed to prod Chris to take the lead quickly.

"Not many people get second chances on the same day," she said, putting down the phone and looking at her son with love. "You've already come a long way, but there's room for improvement."

It sounded like a dare, but Lauren wanted to motivate her son. She was no different than any other mother who wanted the best for a son. Except this was an unconventional situation, with very naughty potential.

Lauren briefly felt nervous as she noticed Chris gaze around the room, gauging whether the coast was clear. Her heart pounded. She knew exactly where this was headed.

He leaned forward and assertively whispered, "No one is looking, and you know what I want."

Lauren was caught off guard by the confidence in her son's voice. He was already a new man!

Leaning forward, she giggled nervously and whispered, "Nice job. You sound so convincing. I almost believe that you actually want my panties."

Her son had a faintly amused look on his face, which both impressed and frightened her.

"Make no mistake," he said, looking directly in her eyes without any evidence of hesitation. "Do it, now. I want those panties on the table."

Lauren mentally chided herself for pushing her son so far with method acting. Had she accidentally created a monster? In hindsight, some words of encouragement and re-reading the dialogue would have been good enough.

At a crossroads, she decided they might as well go all the way. Besides, her son had proven himself to be a real trooper. He earned the kinky show she was about to give.

Surveying the restaurant herself, she made sure no other diners were focused on their table. The coast was clear. In an upscale restaurant like this, people were typically consumed with their own important affairs.

Lauren surreptitiously began to pull up at the hem of the dress until it was at the level of her upper thighs. After slipping both hands under the fabric, she hooked both thumbs in the waistband of her panties, leaned forward and pulled them down, around her hips. She performed the feat while looking directly at her son. In a matter of seconds, her panties were around her ankles and she lifted her feet off the floor to fully remove the small piece of fabric.

Realizing her pussy was very wet, Lauren was shocked. Embarrassed, she hoped there wasn't a wet stain on the panties. She shifted her hips and allowed the warm Southern California air to brush gently across her sex.

"It's done," she said, proud of her accomplishment. "Your prize awaits."

He smiled. "Good girl. Now put them on the table."

Lauren hesitated and felt several degrees warmer. She tried to determine whether this was a joke, but her son looked serious and expectant. Finally, after waiting several moments for him to relent, she knew what had to be done.

With as much decorum as possible, she neatly folded the panties in a way that hid any potential wet stain. She reached across the table and dropped the package next to her son's unused fork.

This part wasn't even in the script. Her son was actually improvising! While proud, she was also concerned. What else did he have in mind?

She should have been furious. Under different circumstances, she would have scolded him like there was no tomorrow. Instead, she was impressed that her polite son was displaying such balls and fortitude. She wondered if Chris could smell the aroma emanating from her panties on the table.

"What are you doing?" she asked in a low hiss.

"I'm doing exactly what you suggested. I need to step up my game, unless of course... you can't handle it."

At this point, Lauren backed into a corner by her son. Sensing his momentum build, she knew it was time to forge ahead.

"Keep going," she said, accepting this premise. "But keep in mind, if you fail to get the role and I did this for nothing, you can expect a slap on the face."

"And when I do get the part, what would you like in return?" he smiled.

"A fancy dinner would be nice."

"As long as you're wearing that dress," he smiled.

She gasped. "You're becoming quite convincing at this."

"Dip two fingers into your glass of wine," he said, smugly.

Lauren knew this line from the script!

"Excuse me?" she replied in disbelief.

"Just do as I say."

Again, Lauren was dumbfounded. How the tables had turned. If nothing else, she was glad for the opportunity to help Chris become an assertive young man. At this rate, he'd win an Oscar someday.

Flustered, she managed a smile as the tips of her two fingers dipped into the glass of Chianti. Her fingers moved slowly, swirling in the deep red wine. She knew what would come next.

"Look at those panties," he said seductively. "I see a wet spot right in the center. You are such a naughty girl."

She blushed. "Yes, I am."

"Tell me why."

Shaking her head, Lauren gulped, "It's a secret."

"It's not nice to keep secrets," he commented. "Tell me, now."

Lauren continued to twirl her fingers in the wine. "I shouldn't be wet. Yet, I am... even though you're my son. I'm doing this for you, and for some reason, it's arousing to me. I've been wet for the past hour."

The look on Chris's face became mixed. Would he stay in character, or revert back to her adorable, sweet, fawning son?

"You know what to do now," he said, settling the question. "Put your wine dipped fingers under your dress and play with your clit."

Lauren felt the air being sucked out of her chest. Surely he must realize this could stain the back of her dress! People might notice as she walked out! What would they think?

She had been on dates like this before, with men who liked to exert control. But this was different. It felt surreal.

While their eyes remained locked on each other, Lauren discreetly moved her hand past the hem of her dress and brushed against the soft skin of her inner thigh. Finding her sweet spot, the feel of the wine on her fingers was sensational.

Her first instinct was to touch her highly sensitive clitoris. When masturbating in the comfort of her bed at home, she liked to rub steadily in small circles. Given this new circumstance, she might cum in record time.

The revealing look on her face, along with her barely suppressed moans had her son smirking in satisfaction. She knew he enjoyed watching her squirm.

"Tell me about your pussy," he whispered, conspiratorially.

Lauren's jaw clenched for a moment. "That line isn't in the script."

"We're improvising," he suggested with a sly gleam in his eyes.

She almost laughed out loud. This was something Lauren had often stressed to her son because many directors and actors like to improvise. Now that acting training had come back to bite her on the ass.

"It... it looks like a butterfly," she confided, while playing with herself. "When my lips open, they look like wings and my clitoris sits under a small hood on top. Men have told me it's very beautiful."

"And?"

Lauren was in disbelief that her son was pushing her farther than previous lovers. There was no way he could know how much she responded to an authoritarian man. Swallowing hard, she tried to rein in her desire, but the assertive look in Chris's eyes made her tremble. Was he turned on by this, or just the best actor in the world?

Submitting, she answered bashfully. "My lips are light brown and in the center, there's a little pink entrance."

"You certainly seem to enjoy playing with yourself. I assume you're getting wetter. Insert a finger and tell me what you feel."

Lauren dipped one finger inside her core. "I'm hot, drenched and incredibly aroused. You got the trifecta out of me."

"Now make yourself cum."

"What?!" she gasped.

"While I'm staring at your face, you will make yourself cum, then lick your fingers. I've made myself clear."

With two fingers still on her clit, Lauren decided to finish what she started. Reaching an orgasm -- at this point -- shouldn't take long. Since she hadn't had time to properly masturbate since they arrived in town, she was desperate for a good cum.

Lauren continued to work her clit while staring at her handsome son. Occasionally, her eyes would shift around the room. Everyone was too immersed in their important conversations to even notice this lewd display.

The desire on her son's face drove her over a very steep edge and her climax exploded. There was no way he was acting, at this point. Her son really wanted to fuck her!

She tilted her head back as her body rocked on the chair. It was difficult to maintain silence during such a mind-blowing orgasm, but she managed. By pretending it was her son's dick buried deep within her pussy, instead of her fingers, her ecstasy was prolonged.

Finally finished, she removed her two pussy-juice coated fingers and held them up as a display.

"There you go," she said proudly, showing her wet fingers.

"Now lick, and put them in the wine."

After rearranging the dress with her clean hand, she licked her orgasmic fluids, thoroughly enjoying the taste. Then she dipped those same fingers into her wine and swirled to mix everything.

"You owe me," she blushed, before taking a sip.

After taking their time eating a light lunch, they both used the hotel lobby bathroom to wash up before the audition.

While in the bathroom, Lauren felt slightly ashamed for having to wipe away orgasmic fluids from her pussy. Unable to resist, she smelled her fingers. Inhaling the potent combination of wine mixed with her natural aromas made her feel like a truly immoral woman. Her son was responsible for the nastiest sex act of her life and she savored the high of true deviance.

Lauren assured herself that this would never happen again. Even by Hollywood standards, it was highly taboo. But the risk was worth taking.

She saw Chris waiting in the lobby and wondered if he had 'taken care' of himself in the bathroom. Surely the sexual tension was getting to him as well. After all, he just watched his mother make herself cum in the middle of a restaurant!

When she noticed that her son still seemed tense, she knew that there was still work to be done.

"We still have time before the audition," he said, maintaining his cool composure.

She lifted an eyebrow. "Do you have anything specific in mind? I want to know your limits."

"The hotel hallway scene," he said softly, into her ear. "The producers had me act out that scene, and... I froze. They want an actor who can strike the right balance between unrestrained passion and complete control."

Lauren felt her pussy pulsate. The scene involved the Dominant character pulling his cock out of his pants, spinning the lead actress around and fucking her from behind while she's pinned against a window. In a hotel hallway!

"So that's the pivotal scene, eh?" she said, licking her lips. "Well, if that's what they want, we'll definitely need to practice. Come with me."

Lauren grabbed her son by the wrist as they approached the grand staircase. Together, they walked up to the next floor. Since it was the middle of the day, no one was around. She continued holding Chris's hand until they reached the end of the hallway and turned to the dead end.

"The hallway scene, right?" she clarified, as if helping her son with homework. "If that's the pivotal scene, it's what we must do."

"I'll need to whip out my dick."

"Do whatever you need to prepare."

"Are you positive?" Chris inquired.

"Remember what I said earlier? Own me. When I put my panties on the table, you saw how wet it was. Because of you, I played with my pussy and had an orgasm in a restaurant. Do you think I faked that? I did those things because your success is important to me. Now, if I'm willing to do all that, then you better get that fucking part in the movie."

The fire had returned to Chris's eyes. "Well, in the script my character is a spy, who tests the loyalty of the female lead. Mom, this is your last chance to change your mind. If we do this, we're going all the way."

"Do whatever the producers asked you to do," she repeated, using the producers as a way to settle her nerves.

While staring intently at each other, Chris reached down and unbuckled his pants. After unzipping, he exposed himself.

Lauren's eyes widened. It was her son's cock! And he was hard!

"Did you just..." her voice trailed away, as her eyes remained glued to her son's erection. "Am I actually seeing this?"

It was like the orgasm in the restaurant was an appetizer. Her pussy was suddenly hungry for the main course.

"Prove yourself," he said, quoting the script. "Stroke me."

Now this was definitely over the edge. But at the same time, she had to admire her son's commitment. Once again, they found themselves playing a game of who would blink first. And no actor wants to be the one who folds.

Trying to call her son's bluff, she reached down and gave his cock a solid squeeze. It swelled in her hand and the look in Chris's eyes was one of utter surprise. He hadn't expected this and Lauren was proud that she had bested her son.

"Mom, you're..." his voice trailed off.

In a flash, Lauren's excitement turned to disappointment, even as she held his throbbing cock in her hand.

"You broke character," Lauren playfully chided, while stroking her son's erection.

Chris exhaled deeply from pleasure. "Don't tempt me."

Yes, yes, yes! This was exactly what Lauren wanted out of her son. She had worked with Oscar winning actors and knew what it took to succeed. Chris was only scratching the surface of his true ability.

Her maternal instincts screamed to push Christ further. If she could break down this last barrier, a great actor would emerge. And as Lauren's pussy reminded her, she had never felt this level of desire for any other man.

"What's the matter?" she teased, rubbing the head of Chris's smooth penis with her thumb. "You're supposed to play the part of a spy. But all I see is a hard cock and a man afraid to use it."

"Don't push me unless you're prepared for the consequences," he said, delving even deeper into character.

"Maybe I like the feeling of my son fucking me hard."

Reading the look in Chris's eyes, she knew exactly what he wanted.

Unexpectedly, her phone rang. While holding onto her son's erection, she reached into her pocket and saw it was the producer calling. She answered the call immediately.

"Good news," the producer said over the phone. "The actor we just auditioned was pure shit. We kicked him out already. You and Chris can come back in half-an-hour if you're available. Plenty of time for a second audition."

Lauren smiled at her son, who grinned back wolfishly.

Reaching forward, Chris abruptly pulled apart the top of her v-neck dress. Lauren audibly gasped now that her tits and pink nipples had been freed. What had been a graphic scene in the script was now being played out in real life!

She didn't want to alarm the producer and stood, astonished, as Chris caressed both breasts and pinched each of her hardened pink nipples.

"Anything wrong?" the producer asked, almost amused. "I thought I heard a gasp or something."

Lauren greatly enjoyed the sensations of her tits being manhandled. "This is just so overwhelming. I mean, wow, this is happening with my own son."

She watched her son grin at the innuendo while mauling both tits. In the back of her mind, she wished he was using his mouth.

"Yeah, I think I know what you must be feeling," the producer replied ambiguously. "I'll see you soon, okay?"

"I'm almost done prepping my son. See you soon."

The call ended and she put her phone away.

"You don't seem mad," Chris said, continuing to lavish attention on her breasts. "And you aren't stopping me either."

Lauren rubbed her son's hard shaft. "Is this for the movie, or for you?"

"Turn around," he said with power, then putting his hands on his mother's shoulders. "Lean against the window."

Lauren was twirled around like a ballerina and pressed gently against the window. This scene was in the script and she played along, swept up in passion. With all the sex partners she'd enjoyed over the course of her life, no one had ever treated her like this. Her son's dominance was insanely arousing.

Lauren assumed the position and bent over, sticking her butt out towards her son. She was shocked when he placed one hand on her lower back, holding her in place. Using the other hand, he positioned his erect cock near her bare bottom. He rubbed his cock head up and down her wet opening before gyrating around, but not within, her needy hole.

There was just one problem... mom wanted the real thing.

"Is this what they had you do at the audition?" she asked, annoyed by the lack of attention being paid to her pussy.

"Yes," he said in his normal voice.

"We can do better than this. Let me help."

While bent over, Lauren reached back with one hand and lifted the bottom of her dress to expose her bare butt and pussy. With the same hand, she pulled her son's raging hard erection towards her entrance.

She felt her son pause for a moment, unsure of what to do next. Sure enough, he shifted back into character after being given permission.

"Oh yeah," he murmured, while teasing her with the head of his cock. "Tell me what your wet pussy wants. Beg me to fuck you."

Lauren's ragged breathing made it hard for her to speak clearly, "Fuck me, please. Make me yours. Ohhh."

She screeched as his cock forced its way into her dripping tunnel. It had been years since Lauren was so swept up in a sexual moment. Lovers come and go in Hollywood, but her son would forever be a part of her life. This union made her feel complete in a way that she had never anticipated. Perhaps because Chris was returning to her pussy as a grown man.

At first, her body was on sensory overload. Her hips were grabbed tightly by her son and she was felt his powerful thrusts. He certainly had the stamina of a healthy young man, she noted with pride.

"You're so fucking wet," he said, admonishing her. "I can't believe what a dirty mother you are for pushing me to stick my dick in your pussy."

Lauren's pussy welcomed the relentless pounding with joy. Stepping closer for maximum penetration, her son moved his hands to her exposed breasts and forcefully tugged at both stiff nipples. Throwing back her head, she allowed herself to enjoy the highly taboo moment.

She closed her eyes for a moment and groaned. "You better fucking get this part... oh god... after everything I've done for you. My panties... using my pussy for sex... goodness... this is so bad... It better be worth it!!! ...Ohhh..."

"I think I just got the part," he hissed while thrusting into her.

"Hmm???"

Lauren's curiosity piqued when she felt her horny son slowing down, then stop completely while buried all the way inside her pussy. She felt Chris's lips brush against her ear, while he used both hands to pinch her hard nipples.

"Please don't be mad," Chris said gently. "The producers weren't sure if I was sly enough to get this role. They said that only a stud could fuck his own mother. They promised that if I filled your pussy with my cum, I'd get the part."

Lauren was aghast that she had been played like this, and that the producers would soon know about this incestuous fuck fest. They had all conspired to use her pussy as some kind of litmus test for acting!

But as a dutiful mother (and a sexually adventurous woman) this was something that she could forgive, especially since her son was pushing her closer to the most exciting orgasm of her life.

"I understand, to get the part you had to do this," she said, reaching back to grab her son's backside. "Now fill me up. Fuck me and fill me with your cum."

With her hands braced against the window, Lauren absorbed all the sexual energy her son was willing to expend. Braving a glance at the street below, she noticed a young male street vendor was enjoying the show. Instead of alerting others, he stood motionless, as if spellbound by their chemistry, not realizing that this was an unholy mother/son coupling.

When her son shifted slightly, he came in direct contact with her g-spot. The frenzied pace was almost too much for her to bear, and her legs nearly buckled from the impact. The onslaught from her son's cock against her womb was truly a wonder.

She panted, "I'm going to cum if you keep doing that."

"So will I," he answered in a low voice.

Lauren's vision dimmed as she felt herself being drawn into what promised to be an epic orgasm. With each thrust, Chris grunted like a desperate animal and she knew her son was also close to a climax.

"Are you really going to cum inside my pussy?" she hissed, afraid of the answer.

Chris stroked her long hair. "Your body is about to explode. I know you want me to, and besides, a true Dom always cums inside a sub."

"Even... ohh... inside... his... his mother?" she grunted from the intense sexual pummeling. "Oh god... fuck, I'm going to squirt."

Chris grabbed the back of her neck while he fucked her like a man possessed. "I love women who squirt. Now, I'm going to fill your pussy so you can walk around Beverly Hills with it dripping down your thighs."

The very thought of that sent shivers down her spine. Knowing she was now her son's public cum slut, sent her closer to an orgasmic edge.

Finally, Lauren's body reacted to the combination of emotional and physical sexual stimulation. Her eyes rolled back as her toes curled. Every muscle tensed and convulsed as she was swept into an overwhelming climax.

She squirted onto the hotel carpet. Since her legs were spread, it shot straight down, in a steady stream. She watched the small pool grow as her fluids gushed from the force of her pussy pounding.

Her involuntary cry was met by a telling moan from her son, indicating that he too had achieved the ultimate pleasure.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum!" he hollered.

She felt spurts of cum shooting inside of her, after her squirting had ebbed. Wave after wave of her son's hot semen unloaded into her greedy pussy. Lauren's own orgasm seemed to go on forever as Chris clung to her during his own release. She was certain that her son was enthralled by the lewd act of her public squirting.

Finally, Chris was spent and leaned forward against his mother. If he hadn't been standing behind her, Lauren surely would have collapsed from the intense sexual union. Their breathing slowed, as mother and son recovered in unison.

When Lauren felt her flaccid son pull out of her happily stunned pussy, she felt a new and strange sensation. Chris pinched her labia together, trapping the cum inside.

"Stand up," he said firmly. "Keep your thighs together. We wouldn't want to waste any of my precious cum."

Lauren stood upright, and she kept her legs together, slightly bent at the knees. While far from a graceful pose, it would help retain Chris's semen. She had been classically trained to carry herself like a model, but now she looked like a dirty girl. Here she was, a famous actress, standing with her breasts hanging out of her dress, while the bottom of her dress was still hiked over her hips, leaving her pussy exposed in the middle of the hallway!

He smiled and rubbed her chin. "Knowing my cum is still inside you gives me a massive rush. Be a good girl and keep it there. The producers need proof of my abilities."

"You know," she started off, still tightly clenching her thighs. "These producers have been around a lot of sex. I know they'll be impressed if we walk in the room and I show them the mess you left inside my pussy."

"We make the most amazing team. I love you, mom."

Someone arrived on that floor, causing the elevator door to open. Lauren quickly yanked down her dress to cover her pussy while Chris fixed his pants. She then discreetly positioned her breasts inside the top of her dress. As a man, Chris walked with a slight swagger. But Lauren walked clumsily, on the tips of her wobbly heels, thighs clenched together, making sure nothing leaked from her saturated pussy.

'The things I do for my son,' she thought to herself.

Lauren had auditioned countless times throughout her illustrious career. However, nothing compared to this. Not even close.

She and Chris stood shoulder to shoulder in the audition room, staring at three stone faced men who sat behind a long table. These were Hollywood movers and shakers, who had seen it all. Nothing was off limits.

After taking a deep breath for courage, it was Lauren's time to shine, alongside her talented son. Shame? No way. Not after everything she had done. This was pride. Lauren held her chin high and looked directly at the Hollywood power players.

She lifted the front of her dress to reveal the coveted cream pie in her pussy. By now, cum had seeped from her opening, leaving a cummy mess on her labia. With her other hand, she used two fingers to widely spread her lips. As if on cue, a sizable amount of cum dripped from her drenched pink hole.

The men spoke in awe:

'Chris, you managed to nail your mother? I'm sorry I ever doubted you.'

'I agree. To fuck a modern-day icon like Lauren and have her walk through Beverly Hills with that much cum inside her... that takes skill.'

'Lauren, I'm so impressed by both of you. Your son deserves the part.'

Cum dripped down her legs and onto the floor. In a most lady-like way, Lauren wiped it from her thighs and licked her finger for everyone to see. Her son's cum tasted good and she smiled with motherly pride.

"Remember, boys," Lauren said cheekily, while making smacking sounds with the cum in her mouth. "This is our secret, forever."

The men nodded, eyes wide with wonder, while Lauren reached for a second serving inside of her thoroughly used pussy.

The End