Incest Stories by Alwayswantedto

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I pulled my hands away from her neck and face, her whispered warning suddenly making me see my touch as a caress. My hands returned to Mom's scalp and her eyes opened just as Dad entered the bedroom. Why had she whispered?


"Cliff, you can't believe the wonderful scalp massage your son just gave me."

"Oh?" my father asked, shuffling toward the bathroom, clearly not interested.

"Yes. You could be replaced, not that you'd care," Mom jibed.

"Done," Dad shot back. "You've got a job, Mike. It's full time if you didn't already know."

The door closed and a few seconds later the tinkle of Dad's pee could be heard even through the closed bathroom door. I gently prodded Mom to an upright position and pulled away.

"No, don't go," Mom protested..

"Dad's going to bed. I should too."

"No. Just a little longer," Mom begged.

"Mom," I complained, tugging the hand she had captured in her own.

"Go get in your pajamas while Dad gets changed and then come back for a while longer."

"Mom."

"Please. That felt so nice. Just a bit more," Mom whined.

"Alright," I conceded, wanting to escape with my still bulging jeans before Dad came back into the room.

Mom let go and I was gone, struggling with my thoughts. She couldn't have known what was happening or she would have been mad. She certainly wouldn't have asked me to come back for more. But how could I do it in my pajamas? No, I'd have to keep my jeans on. But she told me to get changed. That's ok. I'd just stand back so she couldn't lean back against me, rub her scalp for awhile, and get out.

Normally, I slept nude in the summer or with a pair of pajama bottoms from late fall through early spring. Following my habit, I put on a pair of PJ's and was out the door before it dawned on me that I couldn't wear just pajamas. What if I got a hardon again? How could I hide it? I returned and put on a pair of jockey shorts, rummaging around for a tight pair that would keep me close. Suitably armored, I put my PJ's back on and headed for my parents room, resolved to make this a brief as possible to minimize the possibility of facing an awkward, embarrassing situation.

Dad was in bed when I entered and the lights had been turned off except for Mom's the lamp on Mom's dresser which had been dimmed. I approached Mom, leaving almost a foot between myself and her back, and awkwardly stretched forward to get the hairbrush from the dresser.. Mom pushed my hand away.