An American Incest Story 2

An American Incest Story, Ch. 2
by Robert

The next morning I woke up to the sound of my sister throwing a tantrum. She was screaming that it wasn’t fair that she had to go to school and I didn’t. This was a fight she wasn’t going to win. After thirty minutes of screaming her head off, the door slammed shut and Beth was on her way to school.

I could then hear my mom walk up the steps and down the hall toward my room. She lightly knocked on the door before entering. As she approached my bed, she started shedding her clothes. For a woman who had two children her body was flawless. She was 5’3”, weighed 110 lbs., had long red hair, and sported a tight 34B-24-34 figure.

She climbed onto the bed, lowered my pajama bottoms, spread my legs, and grabbed my rock hard cock. For a few seconds she stroked it before lowering her face toward it and engulfing it with her mouth.

The excitement got to me as I watched her suck on my unit. My hands clenched my bed sheet as cum exploded from my penis.

“You taste delicious, baby,” she said. “Now go get cleaned up.”

I was on cloud nine as I got out of bed. My first blowjob felt amazing. At that moment in time, at least as far as I knew, getting a blowjob was the greatest feeling in the world.

As I stood in the shower, I wanted to masturbate, but I was worried it wouldn’t feel the same, that I wouldn’t derive the same pleasure from it that I used to. Unlike most guys, I still remember the first time I came from playing with my penis. I was in the basement of our house, in the TV area, looking at an issue of Hustler I got from my buddy, Steve Mullens. In the movie review section there was a picture of a porn actress named Mai Lin. I thought she was the most beautiful woman on the planet. I instantly got hard. So I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, got on my stomach on the floor, put my hands in my pants and under my boxers, and then started stroking. Within seconds I felt pleasure like I’ve never felt before as cum exited my penis. From that moment on I was addicted. Any chance I had I would find a way to cum. And now I was worried that I would no longer get the same satisfaction from jerking off that I used to.

After getting cleaned up and dressed, I walked downstairs to find my mom sitting at the kitchen table eating a muffin. After getting some cereal, I sat down across from her. We didn’t say anything. We just sat and stared at each other. Finally she broke the silence by grabbing me by the hand and leading me upstairs to my parents’ room. She had me sit on the bed as she walked toward her closet. Moments later she walked out of it wearing only a black bra and panties.

She kneeled in front of me, grabbed my legs, and said, “Do you love me?”

“Yes,” I responded.

“Do you think I’m pretty?” she asked.

“Yes,” I replied.

“Do you love me?”

“Yes,” I once again replied.

“Will you do anything for me?”

“Of course.”

“Good,” she said.

She climbed onto the bed, got onto her back, moved her panties to the side, revealing her pussy, pointed to it and said, “I want you to kiss it.”

I have to admit I was kind of taken aback by this suggestion. I had seen pictures of men doing this in magazines and watched it happen on the few porn movies that I’d seen, but the idea of actually doing it kind of made me sick to my stomach. I couldn’t fathom why any guy would want to put their mouth in the place where women pee.

As I contemplated what if could do that, my mom started rubbing her pussy. While I watched her finger fuck herself she said, “Please kiss it, baby.”

I was worried that if I didn’t do what she asked we would stop having this kind of fun. So I moved closer to her, leaned in, and with much trepidation kissed my mom’s pussy.

She then spread her pussy lips, pointed to her clit and said, “Kiss me there.”

Once again with much trepidation I put my lips on her cunt and quickly kissed her clit.

“Now I want you to circle it with your tongue,” she said.

So, I once again did what she asked and did one lap around her clit with my tongue before quickly removing my face from her twat.

My mom opened her eyes and gave me the same sad puppy dog look that my sister and I gave her every time we really wanted something.

“Don’t you love it when I make you feel good?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Don’t you want to make me feel as good as I make you feel?”

“Yes.”

“Then I need you do everything I say,” she said. “I need you to put your head between my legs and kiss my clit. Can you do that?”

“Yes,” I replied as I once again placed my mouth onto her pussy and gently kissed her clit.

“Now I want to circle it with your tongue,” she said.

As I did what she asked, my mom started moaning. I wondered was she in pain? Was I doing something to hurt her? So I stopped, and before I could ask her if she was all right she screamed, “Don’t stop.”

As my tongue once again started lapping her clit I continued circling it for a few minutes. As her moans got louder I started feeling more confident about doing what I was doing. So, I started moving my tongue in different directions. It went up. It went down. It went right. It went left. And sometimes it went back into the circular motion. But no matter which way it went my mom’s moans got louder.

As her body started shaking she screamed, “Put two fingers in my pussy.”

I removed my mouth from her pussy and slowly inserted two of my fingers. It felt warm and wet. I then started moving them in and out of her at a slow pace.

“Go faster,” she screamed as her body squirmed.

I increased the tempo of my fingers’ motion. Her moans got louder as her body quivered. Within seconds she let out a loud moan, which was quickly followed by a giggle. I’m going to be honest, but I have no idea if I really made her orgasm or if she was faking it to give me confidence. Years later when I asked her she would always change the subject.

“You did good, baby,” she said after giving me a passionate kiss. “Now stand-up for me.

I got off the bed and stood to the right of my mother. She started playing with her pussy as she looked at me and asked, “Why are you still dressed?”

“I don’t know.”

“Is your penis hard?”

“Yes.”

“Let me see it,” she said giggling.

I quickly took off my jeans and shirt and now stood naked next to the bed. Her right grabbed my hard cock and started lightly stroking it. She stared into my eyes as she continued caressing it and said, “I bet you want me to put this into my mouth. Do you?”

“Yes,” I excitedly replied.

“I could do that,” she said. “Or we could do something even better.”

My heart started pounding anticipating what she was going to say next as I asked, “Like what?”

“My pussy is so wet, and your cock is so hard,” she said. “I think you’re ready to learn something new.”

I then climbed onto the bed where my mom had me lie on my back. She lay down next to me, clenched my penis and lightly stroked it while we made out. After what seemed like an eternity, she climbed on top of me, sat on my stomach, leaned down and pushed her lips onto mine. My hands grabbed her ass and held onto it.

“Are you ready?” she asked.

“Yes,” I replied.

She slightly lifted her body up and moved a few inches back until she hovered above my cock, and then slowly lowered it until her pussy engulfed it. I can’t put into words how good it felt. The mixture of the warmth and wetness made not only my cock, but my whole body feel amazing. I didn’t think it could actually feel any better. Then my mom started moving her body up and down my shaft. It was too much. My body started trembling and my cock erupted, filling her cunt with my seed.

I was in heaven. I’d had sex. This was the greatest moment of my life. It was better than seeing “Star Wars.” It was better than going to Disney World. It was better than the first time I kissed Joanna Leib after Hebrew school. And definitely better than pretty much anything I’d done before losing my virginity.

I thought my mom would be as happy as I was, but she wasn’t. She was lying next to me crying. At first I didn’t notice because I was lost in my haze of happiness, but eventually her sobs brought me back to reality. “Mom, what’s wrong?” I asked as I put my arm around her.

“Do you hate me?” she asked as she wiped away tears.

“No,” I said. “I love you.”

“Will you promise that you’ll always love me?” she asked.

“Of course.”

“I don’t want you to be like your father.”

Dad was the last person I wanted to be talking about at this moment in time. After all, I had just made love my mother, his wife, in their marital bed. Hearing his name just seemed wrong. So I said, “I won’t be like him,” in an attempt to end this conversation.

“I thought your dad would be enough,” she said. “I thought he would make me a better person. But no, his constant cheating, and the constant loneliness made me want to do things that I swore I wasn’t going to do.”

“Like what mom?” I asked.

“Have sex with you,” she said. “I didn’t plan on becoming like my parents, and doing things with you that they did with me.”

I was stunned. I didn’t know what to say. Mom never really talked about her family. I vaguely remember meeting her brother and sister once or twice when I was younger, but that was it. My grandparents were never mentioned. I honestly assumed they were dead.

“What did they do?” I asked.

“When I was your age, my mom woke me up in the middle of the night, and said we needed to talk. She took me to the basement and once we got down there I saw my father sitting naked on an old couch stroking his penis. She told me to get naked. Once I did, she told me that now that I was becoming a woman I needed to learn how to be one.”

Hearing my mom open up to me like this got me rock hard and I started stroking.

“She sat down on the other side of my father and started playing with his penis,” she said as she started lightly rubbing her pussy. “She told me to do the same. So I put my right hand on it and started stroking. Almost instantly he came. My mom then told me to go upstairs and do the same for my brother, which I did. Every night I was expected to pleasure both of them.”

She turned and looked at me, tears were still running down her eyes. I took my hand off my cock and used it to wipe them away. She then looked at me and smiled.

“My mom told me it was the woman’s duty to make sure the men in the family were satisfied,” she said. “For the first week it was just pleasuring them with my hand. The second week it was with my mouth. And the third week was with my pussy. Every night I had to make sure they went to bed happy. After my mom died, I moved into my father’s room, and for all intents and purposes I became his wife. I cooked, cleaned, and made love to him. And when my younger sister was old enough I introduced her to the family secret. Do you know how gross that made me feel to turn my sister into a whore for Daddy?”

“No,” I replied.

“It’s how I feel now,” she said. “I got caught-up in the moment and stole an experience from you that you should have been with a girl your own age, and not your mom.”

“I’m glad it happened with you,” I said.

“Do you mean that?” she asked as a smile started to brighten up her face.

“Yes,” I replied. “I love you.”

“And I love you too, sweetie,” she said right before leaning into kiss me.

After our lips unlocked she said, “Let mommy show you how much she loves you.”

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