Incest Stories by Alwayswantedto

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Mom smiled as she passed between me and the bed where Dad was sprawled on his back, snoring quietly with his legs spread wide, and I stood unabashed by the tent already fully formed in my pajamas in full anticipation of tonight's brushing.

 
"Hello Michael." She seemed pleased.
 
"Hi Mom." My breath was already catching.
 
I started to follow her to the dresser but Mom motioned for me to stay put. She picked up her brush and tapped the light to turn it off, leaving the room lit only by the light that managed to escape the bathroom through the almost closed door.
 
Were we going downstairs? My already hard cock subsided a little. I realized that, despite the fear factor or maybe because of it, I got off on the danger of our little game proceeding in my Dad's presence.
 
Mom returned, stood in front of me, and handed me the brush.
 
"It must be hard for you to brush my hair standing behind me like that when I'm sitting," Mom said.
 
"No, it's ok. I don't mind," I replied, not wanting to change anything we did.
 
"No," she said. "We'll do it here. It will be easier on you."
 
I was happy just to hear her say we weren't leaving the bedroom. I took the brush from Mom's hand and she stretched up on her toes to give me a kiss on my cheek, then thought better of it and gave me a quick kiss on my lips, directly on my mouth for the first time in my life.