Incest Stories by Alwayswantedto

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When she finished, she walked over near the doorway and leaned against the end of the counter, facing me. I had just finished eating. Mom leaned over to wipe a bit of mustard from the corner of my mouth and I grabbed her hand, trying to pull her toward me.

 
"No," she pulled back hard enough that I let her hand go. "I really want you to have a rest."
 
About to argue, I was silenced when Mom moved her hips in a small, seductive oval.
 
"Will you do as I ask?" , her strangely elusive morning smile returned.
 
I nodded. "Yes."
 
"Come on, then."
 
Mom walked away and I followed her upstairs, greatly enjoying the action of her shorts as she led the way. She turned into her room, taking my hand and pulling me in behind her. Dad was in his usual sleeping position but was lying on top of the bed, fully clothed.
 
"Thanks for your help, Michael. You know how useless Dad is at this kind of thing," Mom spoke in a semi-whisper.
 
I had no idea what she was talking about. She pulled me toward the walk-in closet and I turned to look at Dad and then forlornly at the makeup dresser that now held such a special place in my heart, and another organ.
 
"Thank god I have someone to help me choose what to wear," Mom said in that same, half normal, half quiet voice.