House Of Incest - What Happened Next

You can?t imagine how much my life has changed in the last six months. I?ve progressed from being a spotty seventeen-year-old shy teenager to rampant sexual beast, but then, I have my mother to thank for that.Sex has been, more or less, non-stop. She can?t seem to get enough of my dick and to be honest, I can?t get enough of her juicy cunt either. We?ve had some near misses and some risky encounters. None of them come close to the time when all three of us were out at a local restaurant one night. As we were leaving, my dad bumped into a friend he used to work with in the foyer. Mum and I continued to the car and I just hopped in the back seat and expected mum to get in the front while we waited for dad to catch us up. She didn?t hop in the front though. She opened the other back door, and her wicked grin said it all.?You know what I want. Now get it out,? she told me as she crawled across the seat.I immediately glanced out of my window and towards the restaurant doors. Dad was still chatting away with his friend. My cock was growing hard anyway and it had become a bit of a custom that mum would blow me almost every night before going to bed. I seemed to sleep better for it too.I did as I was told, and unzipped my pants to retrieve my cock. It was a struggle at first, but mum has this habit of getting exactly what she wants, when she wants it. As soon as the head of my cock was free, her mouth was wrapped around it. Her bobbing head did wonders for me and I couldn?t resist the action of pushing my bottom up to meet her downward movement.I remember those words, ?oh, fuck,? echoing in the car and I remember my hand coming down on the back of her izmit escort head at the time I looked towards the restaurant door. I figured I would have plenty of time to blow my load into my mother?s mouth, but dad was not at the entrance anymore, and neither was his friend. I scanned the car park as quickly as I could, and I caught up with dad as he meandered through some cars, fortunately, still in the distance.?Suck it quick, dad?s on his way,? I told mum through gritted teeth. ?Come on, make it spurt. Quickly, otherwise, he?ll see us.?I started fucking my mother?s mouth rather urgently. ?Come on, mum, stop fucking around,? I told her. ?You?d better swallow this,? I added. She could tell I was in a state of panic, and her hand finally circled my dick and pumped me hard while at the same time sucking my spongy knob-end. Dad was about halfway to the car when I exploded in her mouth.To her credit, not a drop was wasted. I felt my cock spurt as I watched my dad get nearer and nearer to the car. If only he had known what I was doing to his wife at the time. The content of my balls drained into my mother?s mouth at the same time dad waved to me. A smile crossed my face, and I removed my hand from my mother?s head to wave back. I was getting more and more eager to stuff my cock back into my pants, but mum was finishing me off with long pulls on my erect cock. What could I do?Finally, I had to push her off me, quickly stuff my raging hard-on back into my jeans as dad was about fifteen steps from the car. Mum reversed her ass out of the hidden side of the back passenger door. I saw her scoop the final remnants of spunk and push them into yahya kaptan escort her mouth. She stood up and, lifting her glasses into the air, declared that she had found them under the seat of the car. She seemed so pleased with herself and dad congratulated her too. Mum then closed the door and bounded into the front seat with dad in the driver?s seat.I smiled all the way home; watching mum in the front chatting away as if nothing had happened. I was intrigued as to how she could do that while she knew that her son?s spunk was snaking its way to her stomach and that I was sitting behind her listening to all that crap while my cock was growing harder by the minute. I wanted to fuck my cock into her cunt at that precise moment, drag her butt into the back with me bend her over, and slot her one. It was what the slut deserved. The more I thought about that, it was also what the slut would have liked to have happen.I don?t know how she handled all three of us, well, at least I thought it was just the three of us. Of course, it could have been more. Between Uncle Jim?s visits, mum and I would be fucking our brains out as soon as dad was out of the way. He wouldn?t have been short of a fuck or two either.In the mornings, I would have to accept that I was going to get sloppy seconds. It caught me unawares the first time that happened because I dived between my mother?s thighs not long after dad had gone to work and before I knew it my tongue was extended and it was up my mother?s cunt before she could warn me. My tongue was met with hot pussy juice and oozing spunk from a well-fucked cunt.The mix intrigued gebze escort me. I wasn?t the sort of guy to shy away from experience, and it surprised my mother to find that I continued licking her despite the mix of fluids entering my mouth. When she saw this, she pulled me into her and rubbed her twat all over my face, then she pulled me up to kiss me. It was the best kiss I think I have ever experienced, and to share all of that with her was a very loving moment.The kiss lasted as long as it took for my cock to penetrate her sopping pussy. The fucking was hot and rampant and she got a second load inside her before it was time for me to leave for school.I remember sitting on the bus, looking around at everyone else and thinking ? what other mothers fuck their son like mine does? Who else behaves incestuously? I couldn?t tell by looking at them but I desperately wanted to know. I know one thing; I had a perpetual smile on my face all the way to school. I loved learning but I loved coming home from school much more than I enjoyed going there.Friends were few and, I have to admit, it was awkward having them over as I was always horny for my mum. Sleepovers were a pain in the arse, as it meant I never got that goodnight kiss from my mum. The sort of goodnight kiss where her lips slip over my cock and my fingers find themselves deep in her pussy. Juicy fingers meant that I had something to suck on when she had left. It was my main aim during those late evening sessions.I often wondered whether my dad knew about anything that went on; like I knew about him and Uncle Jim.The weekend fucking never faded. I would always leave mum, dad and Uncle Jim to themselves and pretend to go to my room and do some homework. But in reality, I used to get my cock out and wait until I could sneak down and watch them fuck. Only mum knew of my presence, and she always used to look out for the door opening so that I could get a better look.