Incest Stories by Alwayswantedto

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Afterwards, we kissed and nuzzled each other, whispering our love. I began to get hard again, but Mom pulled away.
 
"We can't. Your father will be home soon."
 
I noticed how she referred to Dad as 'your father', as if distancing herself from him.
 
'My father' was ecstatic when he got home. We were the stars of the parish, deserving of the expensive dinner that he lavished on us at the best restaurant in town where we ran into several of our new fans.
 
Both Mom and Dad had a little too much wine so I drove home. Dad was sleepy in the car on the way home, but Mom wasn't. Dad had not taken my place in the back seat. Instead he got in the passenger side, crowding Mom into the middle, dbanging his arm around her shoulder. He soon nodded off and, with her husband's arm still affectionately clasping her shoulder, Mom's hand strayed to my crotch, her long piano fingers stretching down to scratch my cock and balls.
 
I was stunned when she unzipped me and slipped her hand inside to fondle my cock but I was scared silly when she fished me out and starting stroking my shaft. My father could have woken at any time but Mom nonchalantly moved her hand up and down, unfussed, like she was preparing dinner. When I pulled into the driveway, my cock was still out when Dad lifted his head and looked at the house in the headlights. Motherfucker! But Mom calmly urged Dad to get out as he groggily shook his head and then opened the door, turning on the dome light. I was freaking but Mom simply covered my cock, pressing it flat against my unzipped pants as Dad clambered out of the car.
 
In the house, Dad went straight upstairs, asking Mom, "Are you coming?"
 
"Yes, dear. I'll be coming in just a minute."
 
Mom pulled me by the hand, through the kitchen and out the back door, around the side to our sanctuary. She turned to face me, reaching down to insert her hand in my fly, roughly yanking my stiff cock out.
 
"This is your moment," she panted. "This is your dream."
 
With that, Mom spun around and fell to her knees, immediately flopping forward onto her hands, and then falling to her shoulders, her head twisting to the side.
 
"Hurry," she gasped, reaching behind to pull her dress up and over her hips.
 
I fell on my knees behind her, grabbed her panties and ripped them off her ass. A second later I was inside her, fucking her hard from behind, staring into her rabid eyes, both of us too far gone to smile. I lurched up onto my feet to get better leverage and pounded the snot out of her ass.
 
When I finished, I realized we had been moaning and groaning loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear, at least at night. But Mom didn't move. Still lying with her ass in the air and face on the ground, she commanded me.
 
"Go get your camera."
 
I ran up to my room, passing the open door of my parent's room, hearing my father in his bathroom.
 
"Is that you dear?" he called.
 
"No, it's just me Dad," I yelled.
 
As I hurried back, Dad emerged from the ensuite just as I passed the door.
 
"Can you get your mother for me?" he asked.
 
I paused. "Don't worry Dad, I will," I assured him.
 
"What are you doing with the camera?"
 
"I just want to take a picture of Mom. She looks so beautiful tonight I want to remember her exactly like she is."
 
"Good boy," Dad said. "Get some good ones."
 
"I will, Dad," I promised.
 
I ran downstairs to do what my father told me to do, but not quite in that order.
 
I took some pictures first, and then I got her again.
 
"That's what you really wanted, isn't it? Mom asked the next day, looking at the picture I had uploaded onto my computer.
 
There she was, on the screen, bending over on the grass with her head twisted to one side, dress thrown over her back, ass up in the air with legs slightly parted, with a white, milky fluid oozing out of her ravaged pussy, just like the picture of Grandma I held up next to the screen.
 
"We're just getting started, Mom."
 
"Good," Mom replied, tousling my hair. "Come on," she said, tugging me away from the computer, "your father should be asleep by now."
 
Epilogue
 
"You built a trellis? Whatever for?" Dad asked, needing to further understand my explanation for trespassing in his shop.
 
"I don't know, Dad. I remember that Grandpa and Grandma had one at their house and I felt this sudden urge to build one. So there it is," I waved my hand in the general direction of the trellis.
 
Dad walked over to it and stook looking for a long time. Then he turned and walked back to the house, speaking as he passed by.
 
"Good job, son."
 
My transgression was forgiven.
 
After that, Mom and I couldn't trust our sanctuary, for Dad could suddenly show up at any time. In fact, he began using it far more often than we did. On the weekends, and some evenings, Dad would disappear and we'd find him sitting in a lounge chair which he'd dragged around the side, staring at the trellis.
 
One Saturday afternoon, Mom and I watched him from the vantage point of the balcony off my parent's bedroom. We were lying on the thick cushion from one of the balcony's two lounge chairs, peeled from the chair and laid flat on the balcony, near the edge. Dad's back was to us. Every once in a while, he would wipe his eyes, as if drying a tear.
 
"You see," Mom whispered. "His mother was the love of his life. If only she realized that. It's sad really."
 
Mom had told me that Grandma's convictions never would have allowed her to have sexual relations with her son ... after he married. That was a big no no. Dad probably never realized that, and Grandma likely never told him, until it was too late.
 
I slid my cock slowly into Mom's pussy until I was fully in, then dug in farther, pushing her ass cheeks, and nudging her head forward until her hair brushed the guard rail at the edge of the balcony.
 
"I guess I better get as much as I can while the getting's good, then, hey Mom?" I threw an extra shove against her ass. Mom grunted.
 
"Why?"
 
"In case you cut me off?" I pulled out and lunged into her cunt again.
 
Mom dropped her face and moaned into the cushion. As I withdrew, Mom lifted her head and pushed herself back from the edge, raising her hips to allow her ass to follow me back. She twisted her head back to look at me.
 
"You just thank your lucky stars your Mom is more selfish than your Dad's."
 
Mom dropped her forehead onto the cushion but kept her eyes on me.
 
"Now you watch him, and give it to me, hard."
 
I gripped her by the hips, and rocked her hard the very next thrust, pleased that she found it necessary to muffle her face in the cushion. I didn't watch Dad the whole time I banged Mom. I liked to see her head bumping against the railing and I loved looking at her legs, covered in the white stockings she often wore as a signal that she was ready for me to find her somewhere in the house. Mom knew that a simple skirt over white stocking, with no panties, was a guaranteed recipe for a Mom full of her son.

The END