Harry Stevens: Into sister, into incest

"If only she was anybody else then it wouldn't be so bad," he said, more to himself than anything. "But, God, she's my own cousin. Family. Why won't Sally leave me alone? Why can't I leave her alone?"

Trying not to raise her voice, Linda anxiously whispered, "Are you and Sally… well, what I think it is?"

At this point Marty looked his mother straight in the eye.

She pulled over to the side of the otherwise deserted mountain road to return his troubled gaze.

"I-I have to tell somebody," he choked. "It's tearing me up inside, 'cause I know I'm just going to get caught."

Linda waited.

"Yes, Mom, it's just what you think," Marty winced aloud. "Sally and me… I f-fucked her. Fucked my own cousin. That's why I'm so worried about this trip," he explained. "When Sally invited me, I knew what for, but I didn't have the guts to tell her no. At least with you along, Mom, I can use you as an excuse why I can't go off with her. So, please, Mom, please act as strict as you can. Then maybe Sally'll give up on me and hit on somebody else."

Linda was shocked by what she was hearing, of course, but she was equally fascinated. Until now, she had never thought of her son in a sexual way. He was, she now realized, just about the same age her brother had been when Ben had started fucking her, just as she herself had been no older than Sally was now.

Then, defying her better judgment: Linda boldly asked her son, "Was Sally a virgin? Did you take her cherry?"

Marty gulped and nodded.

Linda couldn't stop herself: "Did she come the first time?"

"A lot of times," Marty said. "That's why she's so hot to do it again. You just gotta help me stay away from her, Mom."

"Or?"

"I'll have to f-fuck her again," Marty croaked. "God, Mom, I'm only human! Just talking about it makes me… well, like I just said, I'm only human."

Linda glanced at Marty's crotch and saw exactly what he meant. His jeans bulged with an uncontrollable hard-on. Never having seen her son's cock in this state, Linda was overwhelmed by curiosity, which affected her between her own legs, turning her cunt to a sticky mush.

Marty apologized, "Sorry, Mom, I just can't help myself."

"Nothing to be ashamed of, Son," Linda soothed, rubbing his thigh, just shy of his swollen fly. "When she saw how you fill out your jeans, your cousin Sally was just being human too. How did she get you to show… uh, it… to her?"

"She, uh, sorta showed me hers first," Marty gulped. "We were sitting next to each other on the couch and…"

"You mean like this?" Linda asked, dropping a leg over the edge of the car seat so her skirt bunched up midway on her spreading thighs.

"Jeez, Mom, what is th-this? I could swear…"

"You and your cousin aren't the only ones who're human," Linda said. "Now what did Sally do next?"

"H-had me touch her… d-down there."

"Mmmm-hmmmm," Linda purred, taking Marty's trembling hand and guiding it under her skirt so he could feel her sopping panties, how wet her pussy was for him. "Then what?"

"M-made me use my finger."

"Show me how, darling. Do the same thing to me that you did with Sally."

"I can't. Not with my own mom! It was bad enough with my cousin," Marty protested. Then he proved himself a liar by beginning to finger fuck Linda's squishing cunt through her panties.

"Was this how you made Sally come for you at first?" Linda asked, her breaths quickening.

Marty nodded.

"Oooooh, feels so good," Linda moaned, climaxing. "More, more! Get rid of my panties now, darling, they're only in the way between you and my cunt. Just rip them off of me."

In a reflexing action, Marty grasped the flimsy band of fabric separating him from his mother's pussy and tore it to shreds. At the same time, Linda scooted her ass to shorten the distance between her crotch and the boy, her skirt riding up all around her hips in the process. This left Marty staring directly into the hairy jaws of the same wide-open cunt which had originally given him birth.

"Jesus, I don't believe we're doing this, Mom," he rasped, probing the yawning pussy. "Shall I really go ahead and finger-fuck you some more?"

"It'd be even nicer if you ate me instead, darling," Linda steamily suggested. "After all, I'll bet your cousin had you eat her cunt, didn't she?"

"Only after she took out my cock…" Marty told his mother. "So she could suck me at the same time I ate her."

"Then you already know how to sixty-nine without me having to teach you," Linda panted in anticipation. "So what're we waiting for?"

She reared up at the waist, impatiently clawing at her son's jeans. She pulled down his jeans, along with his shorts. And springing into the open was at least ten jutting inches of teenage cock.

"Oh, just sucking that monster won't be enough for me," Linda gusted. "I want you to flat-out fuck me in the mouth at the same time you're eating my pussy. You know the difference between an ordinary blowjob and real mouth-fucking, darling?"

"Sally let me know."

"Good for her. Now show me what you learned."

"Well… it went like this."

Marty swung around on top of his mother. He wound up straddling her head on the car seat. Then he angled his rigid prick down toward her open mouth. After taking a deep breath, he bucked his loins and fucked his ten-inch prick straight down her welcoming throat.

Her hands fluttering with approval, Linda eagerly motioned for more. In response, her son's crotch began rhythmically grinding against her face, putting his swallowed dick into pumping gear. While expertly fucking her mouth, Marty moved to complete the sixty-nine.

Dipping between his mother's spread legs, Marty buried his face in his mother's hairy pussy bush. His tongue led the way, squirming within when he orally sealed his juicy target.

In her time Linda had only gone this far with two men before – her brother because he was her secret passion and her husband because it was her duty as a wife. She had always believed this was enough variety in her sex life. But now with her third lover, this boy who was her son, she bubbled like a virgin with fresh excitement.

That was the magic of it, how Marty made Linda feel as if she were starting all over again, rediscovering the joy of sex after being in a rut for years. This time around the bond was even closer that it had originally been when she'd lost her cherry to her brother so long ago.

She came in celebration, just as much from the thought of mother-son incest as from the act of sixty-nining itself. Her climaxing pussy poured its orgasmic juice down Marty's throat, which he thirstily gulped. In turn, this made Linda equally thirsty for a gushing load of her son's teenage jizz. She tried just as hard as she could to milk his cum from his beautiful, young cock.

She squeezed Marty's balls to prime the pump. They churned in her grasp, ready to explode. They did explode after one more squeeze, making his cock erupt at Linda's oral depths.

"Oooooh!" She slurped his sudden torrent of jizz. "Soooo sweeeeeet!"

She couldn't get enough of the spurting flow. Her son's cum was even hotter that she remembered her brother's having been when he was still a boy. It was like the fountain of youth for Linda, making her feel as if she were a girl again.

Then Marty's cock slowed from spurting to oozing. Linda nursed on the last of his jizz, after every delicious drop she could swallow.

"That's all I've got to shoot, Mom," he finally said. "We'd better get going up to the lodge now."

Linda released his prick, saw how stiff his cock remained, and declared, "Oh, no, we're not going anywhere yet. Not while you've still got a hard-on like that. You've still got work to do, my boy."

"Like, uh, what?" Marty gulped.

"The same thing you did with your cousin Sally," Linda said. "Fuck me! Fuck my cunt with your gorgeous cock!"