(Translation of the Collection of Inbred Adultery II)
My name is Tom and I’m from the Midwest. I’m 20 years old, attending college, and have a well-off family in the suburbs.
I have two sisters, Mary and Lisa, who are both still in high school. My father, James, is a banker who spends most of his time working long hours in an office. My mother’s name is Rachel and she works as an instructor at a local gym.
I spend most of my time studying, watching TV or going to parties with friends and other general activities. Sometimes I go out and date girls, I have a good look and I’m popular with the girls, but sometimes it doesn’t go all the way.
The story goes back to the other day. One time my girlfriend was furious and ran out of my house in anger because of something I had done, not realizing that her ideas were really far from mine.
Once we were lying together watching TV, after a while I started stroking her thighs, at first she didn’t object and I thought she liked it too, but I didn’t realize that she suddenly pushed me away and gave me a slap on the face, she loudly scolded me for being a pig and then ran out of the room and left my house. I was fuming and wanted to catch up with her and theorize, but then I thought it wasn’t worth it, so I sat down again to let my desires and emotions calm down.
An hour later, I was in the kitchen reading my sociology textbook. That’s when Mom comes home from work at the gym; she usually stays after work to do her own training sessions, and today was as usual. But for the most part, I’m rarely at home to welcome her home.
I barely recognized her at first. Mom walked through the door still wearing the same clothes she had been wearing at work, which were completely soaked from her exercise. She was wearing a blue sports bra that barely encased her ample breasts. Tight bike shorts framed her well-toned, slender legs. Her long brown hair was tied behind her head so I had an unobstructed view of her luscious face.
I suppose you could call her a real piece of work, but I can’t think of her that way. After all, she was my real mother, for God’s sake.
‘Hi! Mom!’
She was a little surprised, ‘Oh, hi! Baby, what are you doing home so early on a Friday night? No enthusiastic date?’
I return a gracious smile and shrug my shoulders. ‘I want to stay home and do my homework tonight.’ I can’t tell her that I just had a huge fight with Heather and am in pain and need some comfort.
‘Well, where’s the rest of the family?’
‘Dad’s not back yet, and Mary and Lisa probably have a date or something.’
‘Then it’s just us, mother and son, tonight, which is quite a nice change of pace.’
‘Sure.’ God, Mom looked hot! In the kitchen Mom told me how busy she’d been lately, and as she did so she reached into the cupboard for a plate and bent down to look for something so I could catch a glimpse of her breathtaking tits and ass.
It’s really hard for me not to associate sex with my mother in this situation. On top of that, Mom is only 37 years old and a fitness instructor who has been exercising for years. Also, she was really beautiful, more so than all the other mothers of her age, and even though I was her son, I had a hard time restraining my urges.
‘It’s been a while since we’ve been together as mother and son, and it’s great to have a nice chat with my son over dinner! We’ll have to prepare dinner properly!’
‘I guess so, mom. I’ve been so busy with finals and other things lately that I really don’t get to spend much time with my family.’
‘I’m guilty of the same thing as you, the work at the club keeps me so busy I’m just exhausted by the time I get home each day, how’s your dad looking these days?’
We looked at each other and smiled. I put my books down and helped her organize the table and prepare dinner. After a long time of preparation, dinner was finally ready and my mother and I sat down to eat together.
It’s so nice to be able to talk to my mother for more than the usual amount of time. I used to talk to my mother when I was a child, but over the years we have become so busy with each other.
She told me funny stories about her time at the gym and how she trained herself. I told her about my life at school and my schoolwork. We also talked about how to plan my summer vacation.
I told her I wanted to get some exercise and I asked her if I could come to the club if I had time. She was of course pleased that I was interested in something that concerned her and she told me to come to her whenever I was free. So that became was my plan after school was out of session.
After dinner was over we cleaned up the dishes together and I went back to reading my textbook while mom went upstairs to shower and change. I was a little disappointed that my mother would no longer be wearing her work clothes tonight, but the thought of her being in the shower made my rod start to get restless.
I tried to keep myself focused on the textbook, but it really wasn’t easy. I listened to the sound of water coming from the bathroom and began to fantasize that Ma was applying the soap, starting with her perfect breasts, then working her way up to her flat belly, slim legs and cute buttocks, then sliding down to her span and… ‘Hi! Son!
‘Whoa! Oh, hi! Dad…’ He interrupted my incestuous dream. You scared me.
‘Sorry, kid, I think I know what you’re thinking.’
‘What!?’ I was shocked, feeling dismayed & ashamed that he had read my mind. But how could he have known?
‘You’re dating Heather again, aren’t you?’ Apparently I was overreacting a bit to the speculation I had just made.
‘She’s got you imagining things again, son.’
‘She does, Dad.’ He had absolutely no idea that when I answered I was referring to her wife, my mother.
‘Working hard again? Keep up the good grades son, finals will be over soon and I know you’ll do well.’ He patted me on the back and proceeded to head upstairs.
‘Thanks, Dad.’
Throughout the rest of the evening, I repeatedly tried to settle down to read, but I kept thinking of my charming mother. How tantalizing his naked body would look? Or the way he would look with a rod in his mouth, my rod of course. I couldn’t stop fantasizing about her warm, wet pussy. Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Finally I decided to divert my attention by watching TV, after all, it was wrong behavior to fantasize so much about desecrating one’s own mother, it was an unadulterated sickness, what kind of son was I? How can I have these dirty thoughts.
I turned on the Disney Channel and it was playing a Donald Duck marathon, which was just what I needed, some wholesome, good-for-you cartoons.
The cartoons continued to play, and it wasn’t long before my sisters returned, we had a brief conversation, and then they went upstairs to bed. After watching a few more cartoons, I was worried that my laughter would wake them up and I decided to go to bed, so I went downstairs to my bedroom in the basement.
The next few weeks went by fast. I did my best to control myself and focus on my homework for a long time, so I did well on my final exam. In the last week before summer vacation, there were a lot of parties and I had a lot of fun.
Even though Heather went around telling people how much of an asshole I was, no one would really believe her because they knew I wasn’t like that. Although privately I think he still likes me a little bit, it’s over and I’m taking it all less and less to heart.
Summer vacation had finally begun. I got a job at the Wal-Mart in town, and I loved the regular hours and weekly paycheck. I also hung out with my best friend as usual.
But suddenly I remembered something. Before the summer vacation I had promised Mom that I would go to the gym with the intention of returning myself to my old healthy physique. But I knew it was really in the hope of seeing my mother’s glamorous gym clothes on a regular basis, the tights that made me fantasize every sleepless night. I had promised my mother, and since I wanted to go myself, I decided to act on it.
I was a bit clumsy that first night, and Mom showed me around the club and instructed me on how to use the facilities to build up my muscles. Watching my mother vigorously use the different equipment, sweating profusely as she performed the different exercises, I couldn’t help but feel a strong desire for her again.
I was determined, I mean, I didn’t believe how hard it would be? This was just the first day, just the beginning, and once I knew how to use the gym equipment, I wouldn’t need Mom’s guidance. Mom could instruct the other students, and do some of her own exercise routines.
The second and third nights I focused on muscle building. Lifting weights, running, and when I finished I proceeded to the basketball court and the pool to sprint for competitive swimming. Sometimes I’d meet Mom on the walkway to the next facility, but there wasn’t much time for me to barf her, yet my mother continued to fascinate me all the same.
I kept telling myself, ‘She’s your mother! Tom. Not one of those ripe college girls waiting to be plucked.’ But it was obvious that Mom liked it when I came to the gym, she had even mentioned it on many occasions.
On the drive home, we’d enjoy some chocolate bars, milkshakes or a big, rich meal together, and it became as if we were on a date.
Instead, an unexpected thing happened next. One night when my mother and I were leaving the gym, I was waiting outside the women’s locker room for Mom to change when Heather walked in through the entrance. I quickly turned my head away, hoping she hadn’t noticed me, but she did.
‘Tom!’ She called my name in a near scream, not exactly the scene I was expecting, ‘How are you?’
‘Hi! Heather! I’m fine.’ I didn’t want to say anything more to her, I just wanted her to go away quickly.
‘Aren’t you getting stronger!’ She grabbed my arm and squeezed my muscles. I knew I was getting stronger, but I didn’t think she had to.
‘Thanks, I’m just doing the best I can.’ I pulled my hand back hard. Then something miraculous happened, Mom finally got changed and came out of the locker room, she came up behind me and put her hands on my shoulders, pushing Heather backwards. Mom had rescued me at the right time, but I had no idea what she was planning to do.
‘Hi! I’m Heather. Who are you?’ She looked a little jealous and angry, like she usually did.
Then Mom answered her, ‘I’m Tom’s girlfriend, Rachel.’ I was stunned and couldn’t believe Mom said that.
By the looks of things at the time, Heather was pretty shocked too. She didn’t know my mom’s actual age, much less that she was my mother. She was more than ten times prettier than Heather! Even more voluptuous than any woman, comparable to any famous model.
When Heather spoke again, I began to get a little clearer on the situation. ‘Well, it was nice to meet you, and I’m going to invite Tom to a party at my house this weekend.’ She said almost through gritted teeth.
‘Sounds like fun, we’ll go, won’t we? Darling.’ I was once again stumped. Was mom really going to the party with me? I didn’t know what to say, but managed to squeeze out a word: ‘Yes… yes.’
‘Great, see you then.’ Heather said walking into the dressing room while mom and I walked towards the car outside the door.
We got in the car and drove towards home, I broke the silence first, ‘Mom, what the hell just happened? Are you okay?’
‘Sure, baby, I’m fine.’ Mother giggled like a little girl’s giggle. I just rescued you, didn’t I?’ She touched my hand in a motherly way. ‘It was so refreshing to stand there and watch Heather’s embarrassment, wasn’t it? Baby.’ She grinned again.
‘Mom!?’ I was a little surprised she answered that way.
‘I knew you didn’t like her anymore so I gave you a leg up in my way, how was I to know she would invite us to the party?’
‘Well, we don’t really need to go to a party, you’ve done enough, thanks, Mom.’
‘You’re welcome, son. But I’m going to the party, I want to relax this weekend, and you’re coming along. Besides, don’t you want to make Heather envious?’
‘Whoo! Geez! This is crazy!’ I decided to go, I felt funny about going on a date with my mother on a weekend night, what would we do? How would she behave? I knew I would just have to wait for the weekend to find out all of this. ‘I guess you’re right though, mom.’
The night of the party was finally upon us. I was nervous, of course, and had been as restless as a leaf in the wind all day. Mother, on the other hand, was looking forward to a great night with her son. A fringe! Being at a college party was an environment filled with tons of beer, hot dancing, and sexual panhandling that was simply not right, but wasn’t that what I had always dreamed of?
I’m ready and waiting in the kitchen for Mom to come downstairs, my palms are sweaty and I’m as excited as I would be for a first date. She’s calling me upstairs so I get ready, nothing under the sun is worth waiting for more than what I’m going to see next.
Mom walked downstairs, wearing a black one-piece dress with so little fabric that my jaw almost dropped. The hem of the dress covered only a quarter of her pink thighs, and the V-neck at the top revealed a lot of attractive cleavage lines. Her hair was let down in a wavy style that framed her beautiful and made-up face. She looked simply gorgeous! She obviously noticed my surprised look and smiled as she walked to the kitchen.
‘Do you like it?’
‘Wow! …’ I could only barely squeeze out the word.
‘I guess you enjoyed it.’ She smiled again ‘We have to impress those people a bit, don’t we?’
‘Mom… Mom…, look… it looks really beautiful. Are you really sure we want to do this? What will Dad say?’
‘Wow, your dad’s out of town, he won’t mind. It’s just some beer and dancing.’
When my excitement calmed down a bit, I had the strength to stand. We got into the car and drove to the location of the party. Quickly arriving at the venue, it was already buzzing with about a hundred people at Heather’s house.
We walked towards the house and I didn’t see too many of my friends, which I guess was good because maybe someone would recognize my mom, or maybe not because mom was dressed so gaudy and different.
Mom was really having a good time, sipping her beer like water and twirling around me like a ballerina. Everything seemed to be going pretty well, I hadn’t spotted Heather yet, and looking at my mother’s tight dress almost made my whole body boil.
We danced to some fast songs and some nice slow ones, and I’m sure Mom noticed the firm pulsing coming from under my pants since we were so close together on the dance floor. But I guess it shouldn’t have mattered because we were both getting a little tipsy.
Some of the guys kept winking at my mother and she knew all about it, which made her very happy. But it didn’t matter to me, maybe it was the alcohol or the fact that I was deeply attracted to my mother.
There were fewer people around so she rested her head on my shoulder and we danced to a lyrical slow song. I was in heaven with my hands on her hips. Because I could feel the fruits of her hard work, of the hours spent in the gym, and I was embracing this fit, attractive body. I wasn’t quite sure, but it seemed that I could feel my nipples underneath Mom’s dress, firm and lightly touching my chest.
After a while we decided to take a break and we sat on one of the couches. My mother had been holding my hand most of the evening, but now she put her hand around my neck like a pair of lovers.
It’s amazing, but it’s just the beginning.
We cuddled for a while and talked. At the same time, a number of guys came up and asked him to dance with them, but she politely declined their invitations, saying that the man in front of her was the only one she wanted. My God, she was actually quite serious about this pretend lover’s relationship, or was she really serious?
After a few more minutes I saw Heather and her new boyfriend walk into the house, she didn’t see us but she was walking in our direction and would soon see us. Then my mother saw her as well and the next thing I knew mom she pulled me on top of her and told me to kiss her. I was a little hesitant so she took the initiative and did it.
Rather forcibly, she leaned my lips against hers. At this point I let go of all my inhibitions and responded passionately to her kiss. Things were getting better as Mom squeezed her tongue into my mouth, her hand caressing my head and back, accompanied by her moans of arousal as we kissed each other greedily. What the hell was going on with Mom? I was getting more and more confused about the evolution of the whole thing, and I almost came in my pants on the spot.
I’m sure at this point Heather and her boyfriend walked past us, not wanting to interrupt our incestuous kiss.
God, we were like two animals in heat! Thinking about it, I acted like a fireman and let myself get a little less horny, and Mom and I made sure Heather was gone.
What I didn’t expect was for Mom to pull me back on top of her again, and we kissed again, and it was even more passionate and intense than the first time! We were on a stranger’s couch, kissing passionately in a way that shouldn’t be happening between mother and son, but we both loved it.
Neither of us wanted to stop there, as my hand began to move up and down my mother’s smooth, sexy thighs, and Mom’s hand slipped into my blouse, caressing my chest. Then my hands slid up to her hips, and surprisingly she started stroking my rod through my pants as well!
Finally we parted our locked lips and we panted heavily to avoid excessive oxygen deprivation. My mother looked into my eyes with a tantalizing expression on her face while I could only offer a somewhat confused smile in return.
‘We should go home and continue all this in private, son.’ She gasped softly to me.
‘Wh… what?!’ I looked at her incredulously.
‘What’s the matter? Afraid of your own real mother?’ She began to taunt me.
‘Okay, gorgeous, let’s get out of here.’ I answered her and she smiled as she placed a light kiss on my lips.
So we walk out of the house to get the car, and without stopping to say thank you or goodbye to the hostess, Mom has two cans of beer handy ready to drink on the way and tells me to drive. Maybe she was more drunk than I was, or maybe she was hoping to make this happen in the first place. Whichever it was, I was looking forward to having my dream of sleeping with Mom come true.
The ride home seemed to be getting longer by the minute as Mom kept caressing her thighs back and forth, sitting there as if she was uncomfortable. I was also quite uncomfortable underneath my pants, and my rod was straining to get a release.
My mother must have noticed this, and her hand moved to my span and started rubbing my shaft up and down through my pants. She kept letting out moans of excitement, as if she was immensely satisfied with all this and the magnitude of what her son had. I even ejaculated a little under my mother’s sensual stimulation.
‘Mom, are you sure we really want to do this?’ I could hear my meat stick rewarding me with a slap on the head for asking that stupid question.
‘Oh God, Tom, let’s not think about that right now, let’s get home quick, baby.’
We finally arrived at our destination and there was no one home, just like most weekends. My mother and I practically collapsed in the doorway, from the moment we got off the bus we couldn’t control our desires, we kissed and embraced each other frantically and passionately.
We went upstairs to Mom and Dad’s room and then collapsed onto the bed, our bodies entwined, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths.
Mom rolled her body over on top of mine, pressing our lower halves together, and she began grinding our lower halves lustfully, as if we were joined through our clothes. I nibbled lightly on her neck and ear, and my hands held her fat ass to help her rotate. Mom closed her eyes and began to let out moans of pleasure, and her pair of magnificent breasts slid up and down as they pressed against my chest through my shirt.
She sat up and helped me out of my blouse, then she moved her hands to the back of the dress, unhooked her bra and removed it, smiling as she dropped it to the floor. Next mom slowly pulled the dress down from the top to her waist so I could get a good view of her proud, perky bosoms, and she began to hold them in her hands, gently rubbing her breasts, her fingertips pinching the pink nipples.
Those breasts were where I suckled as a child, and the sweet milk nurtured me as I grew up. They were so beautiful and the mother was beautiful in general, the most perfect mother a boy could ever have.
She put a nipple in my mouth and I began sucking and teasing it with my tongue. I took turns playing with both breasts, licking and nibbling the firm nipples, then swirling my tongue around the entire breast and the pink areola. My mother loved what I was doing and began grinding her hips harder against my crotch, she must have been close to orgasm, I hadn’t even touched her pussy yet.
After a few seconds mom suddenly pulled her breasts away from me and all I felt was a rush of emptiness, but more fun was just about to begin.
Mom soon came back and moved to my lower back, she sat on my ankles and undid my pants then slid them down to my knees. Mom stroked my rod with her hand through my underwear and watched my prick grow larger and larger as she played with it.
Quickly my glans popped out of the top edge of my panties and she took hold of it, pulling my entire seven inches out in one smooth motion, my rod rippling to the hilt as Mom began to play with my balls.
I let out an uncontrollable moan and she looked at me with a smile in return, then proceeded to lower her beautiful head and began licking my throbbing prick.
‘Oh, Mom, this feels so good.’
She continued to lick my rod with her tongue, sliding it with her saliva, sometimes stopping to kiss the glans, swirling the tip of her tongue to tease the eye of the horse. Mom continued to stimulate me up and down with her tongue and lips, and I involuntarily contracted my anus, then pushed my rod up into her mouth.
She grunted a moan through her nose as my entire shaft reached her throat, wishing I could cum quickly, but I didn’t want to give up so early, I wanted her to be more satisfied as well.
I had no idea that my mother turned out to be such a masterful blowjobber, and watching my rod go in and out of her mouth was just lascivious. She kept smiling with satisfaction as she watched my reaction from bottom to top with her seductive eyes, continuing to give me wonderful oral pleasure.
As she kept bringing me pleasure with her wonderful mouth and tongue, her hair was strewn around my rod in a messy way. I could also clearly feel her nipples brushing against my thighs, bringing unspeakable pleasure to my entire body and mind. She lifted her head up and I knew she was eager for my rod to enter her soon.
‘Oh God, my baby boy tastes so delicious, but I need you to fuck me hard even more.’ As expected.
I only nodded my head in agreement because as she moved her body to shift her pussy over my rod, my eyes were completely mesmerized by her beautiful tits jiggling on her chest. She reached under her little dress and pulled down her black lace panties.
It turned out that my mother’s pussy was flooded!
Sucking on her own son’s rod must have made her so wet and aroused, and I could almost feel her nectar dripping onto my stiff prick, now that we both craved each other’s flesh.
I began to caress her smooth thighs up and down, the pair that had been diligently worked out at the gym. We stayed in this position for a long time, caressing each other, knowing that we would cross a chasm from which there was no turning back.
Then, as if our minds had connected, Mom raised her body and took hold of my rod and pressed it against the almost burning pussy. The rod slid into my pussy without a hitch, as if it had been customized for each other, and her pussy engulfed my rod in a single motion. I was in heaven, back in the womb where my life began, the womb where I was born, my mother gasping and agreeing to it all with teasing words.
‘Oh, it feels just wonderful! Tom, you’re fucking your own mother! Don’t ever stop!’
‘I won’t, Mom! You’re such a riveting person, and I do love you so much!’
‘I love you too, baby!’
Gradually, the initial excitement calmed down and we settled into a slower rhythm. Mom worked her slippery cunt up and down on her son’s prick, her flesh was so wet that I could even hear the splashing of lust every time she moved her beautiful ass down.
I met her rhythm and pushed upward harder, doubling our pleasure with each other. I reached out and grabbed the hem of Mom’s skirt to pull the dress up a bit so I could have a better view of the meat stick going in and out.
‘You enjoyed watching Mommy’s pussy, gulping down her son’s beautiful rod?’
‘Oh yes mom, your pussy is so tight I feel so close to cumming.’
Mom sped up her lapping, making my rod pump into her more vigorously. Her tits bobbed up and down with the motion and I reached out and took them in both hands, fondling them and kneading the nipples. Mom got even wilder as a result.
‘Squeeze mom’s nipples, God that’s just so good! Suck them too, please please suck my nipples, they need to be played with hard by my son!’
She lowered her breasts and I stuck my tongue out and licked up the nipples before taking one into my mouth, sucking and nibbling on it. She picked up the pace of her lapping again and I tried to catch up to match her rhythm, but it seemed rather difficult.
‘I’m coming, Tom, it’s my son fucking me to orgasm ！！！！！！！ Oh… ah, fuck me!!!’
‘I’m coming too, mom, I’m about to cum in your pussy! Oh… ah… ！！！！’
‘Please! I want you to cum all over me! Give it all to me!!!’
As my mother’s orgasm began to come, she arched her back and moaned with a sharp gasp and a look of what looked like agony on her face. I could feel her cunt clamping down on my rod, and a feeling of extreme pleasure began to coalesce around my prick.
Then I made a grunting sound in my throat and began to inject my sperm deep into the depths of my mother’s vagina, accompanied by her moans and whimpers, and I could hardly breathe. I kept cumming over and over again, as if the cum that had existed in my body for over twenty years was for this one orgasm.
With each of my strokes, Mom’s body shuddered, partly from her own orgasm and partly from feeling her son climaxing inside her as well. My mother’s vagina tightened around my rod like a milking machine until I had shot all my cum.
Quickly my mother’s body stopped shaking and we slowly ground our lower bodies together, my rod still firm in her warm pussy. She looked down at me with a smile on her face, so sexy and full of motherly love.
‘Wow!!!’ She gasped and uttered the word in a soft voice. ‘It’s just so wonderful! Tom, you are truly a most wonderful son.’
‘Mom, words can’t express how I feel right now.’
Mom plopped down, her magnificent breasts pressed against my chest, and proceeded to start kissing me just as we had done earlier in the party. A kiss of gratitude for a date that will never be forgotten or repeated, and of course maybe there will be a second date, who knows?
(concluded)