Incest Stories by Alwayswantedto

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"Just do my scalp like before," she spoke quietly, glancing at Dad.


I looked over at Dad too before I put my hands on Mom's hair. He was lying on his back with his eyes closed breathing quite deeply if not actually snoring yet. Turning back to Mom, I saw in the mirror that she had noticed where I was looking.

"He's been doing that for about a year now. He goes to sleep as soon as he's in bed. He'll start snoring in a couple of minutes."

My fingers were threading through Mom's hair, pulling it back and away from her face, revealing her relaxed smile. My fingers traced around the edges of her forehead, then down one cheek, under her chin and up the other side of her face, circling her ear to drag her hair out, letting it fall and returning my hand to her forehead to repeat the cycle. Mom closed her eyes.

"That's feels so good, Michael." Mom turned her face up toward me, I suppose to make it easier for me to reach.

I didn't answer. There was no need, and anyway, I was captivated to the length of her exposed throat. Why should the vulnerability of a woman's neck be so exciting? Porn sites certainly weren't populated with pictures of women's necks. As I caressed Mom's face, my free hand slipped down to stroke her neck as I had been doing before Dad came upstairs. As that thought filtered through my mind, I glanced his way but he was still lying on his back. The only change I noticed was that he was breathing more deeply and before I looked away, he started to quietly snore. Surprisingly, I was more excited than scared to be touching Mom the way I was with my father lying not ten feet away.

For some reason, that brought a smile to my face and it made Mom relax.. I could feel the tension flow from her neck on Dad's first snore and by the third, despite the gap between us, Mom leaned back until her head collided with my groin. I panicked then, sure she would open her eyes and suddenly leap forward, swing around and ask me what the hell was going on. She did no such thing. She just relaxed and let out a contented sigh. There was no adverse reaction about the back of her head resting on a lump that shouldn't be there.

Somewhat mortified, I nevertheless continued Mom's face and neck massage. What else could I do? As my fear melted away, my attention was once more captured by Mom's chest. The dim light did little to reduce the illegitimate affect of her breasts, especially since they seemed to be more available than they had been a while ago. I looked closer.

Her breasts were covered but the nightgown dbangd more loosely over them. I could still see the dark color of her areolae and the jut of her nipples which seemed, if anything, to be longer now. Though the nightgown was looser, the edge of the nightgown was closer to her nipples and revealed more of her breasts. The cascade of Mom's hair over her shoulder as she leaned back explained the physics of the situation. The straps of the nightgown had fallen off Mom's shoulders to lay loosely on her upper arms, allowing the bodice to slip down her chest. My cock throbbed as this knowledge filtered through my brain.